Giving and Taking

Severus Snape was completely unaware the drama that was occurring above him. He continued to grade papers, even though it was nearing midnight. As he switched to another piece of parchment, he heard a faint clicking noise. Snape put down his quill and the clicking, clacking noise grew louder. He immediately recognized it as high heels. Instinctively, he assumed it must be McGonnagal asking him to take care of some troublemakers. When he inevitably heard the knock, he didn’t bother to look up.



“Come in Minerva, who happens to be the delinquent tonight?”



“Oh, Professor Snape, I am. I’ve been bad” a very drunken Hermione slurred.



Snape sharply looked up. He was surprised beyond belief. First, he though he and Hermione had an unspoken agreement never to mention what had occurred between them. Second, if that was so, certainly it was over. Obviously, seeing an over drunk and under clothed Hermione changed things. Hiding his surprise, Snape decided to play it cool.



“Ah, Miss Granger, how wonderful to see you, and from what I can tell, pretty much all of you. That dress, not that there is very much of it, leaves little to the imagination. Why did you leave your precious party upstairs?”



Hermione just laughed. She was still standing in the middle of the doorway and feeling a little bit dizzy, she braced herself seductively against the doorpost. She put her arms on either side of her and threw out her chest for extra emphasis, not that it needed it.



“Oh Professor” she said lowly, “I didn’t leave the party, I brought it here”. And with that simple reply, she pushed herself from the wall and strutted to his chair where he lay glued into it. Unable to move, all he could do was drink in her appearance. With great effort, he said,



“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Without replying and guided by alcohol and raging lust, Hermione turned Snape’s chair around and straddled him. She leaned up to whisper in his ear, and in doing so, pushed her chest into his face. When her dark lips got to his ear, she pushed his hair back and said, “I want you” She then proceeded to lightly nibble on his ear. Snape almost came instantly. It was a combination of her frank voice, her breasts heaved deep into his face and the fact that he suddenly realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties under that sinful dress. He used his arms to push her down slightly so they were at eye level and began to kiss her roughly. He tasted the harsh alcohol in her throat but didn’t think about it. He tightly wrapped his arms around her as she began to slowly tease him with a delicate lapdance while unbuttoning his shirt. Snape groaned at her intricate rhythms. There was nothing more frustrating than feeling her wetness and heat seep into him when he couldn’t actually feel it himself. He put his large hands on Hermione’s waist to stop her movements and was just able to choke out.



“You devil, we need to go somewhere now”



With a hazy smile, Hermione slid off. She loved how she could do this to him. It wasn’t the alcohol anymore, he instilled confidence in her.



With a very obvious erection, Snape got out of the chair and Hermione grabbed his hand. Electricity coursed through both of them. Snape led her out of the classroom and down a dark hall to a wooden door. With his free hand, he opened it and Hermione had her first glance at the elusive living area of Professor Snape. She was too horny to notice anything and just asked him where his bed was. Giving her a rare smile, he started to kiss her passionately. Hermione felt as though she was melting. As they were kissing, Snape led her across his living room into the bedroom. She managed to pull off his shirt and felt his strong torso against her soft upper body. Just before they reached the bed, Snape managed to snake a free arm around her and unzip her dress. Hermione pushed him down on the bed, and remained standing in front of him. His eyes glazed over at her. Again, he fought with the urge to tell her she was beautiful, that even amid the alcohol, eyeliner and extreme cleavage, she was the most stunningly intelligent woman in the world. Yet, he didn’t want to ruin the fun by being to sincere.



As Hermione stood, she also experienced some thoughts. She knew that this was wrong, but for some odd reason she loved it. She loved the power he had over her, but mostly, she loved the power that he made her feel. With a very Snape-like smirk upon her face, Hermione tugged off her dress and stood stark naked, clad only in heels, in front of Snape. Head held up high, she waited to see what he would say.



Snape just stared for what seemed like hours. His muscular chest was breathing heavily at the sight of this delicious girl in front of him. The heels toned her legs and as he followed them up her body, he could see her increasingly wet crotch. Moving up, he saw her large chest which led up to her graceful neck and vivacious hair. Her eyes were heavily lidded and the makeup made her look deviant. He knew he had to do something. He fought the urge to be honest and just managed to choke out,



“Miss Granger”. Flashing her eyes at him, Hermione used her hands to push him down hard on the bed. Snape scrambled to push his long legs up with him. Once again, Hermione straddled him. She knelt down to kiss him, on his mouth, on his stubbled jaw, on his neck. Every time she moved against him, he groaned in pleasure. He kicked off his shoes and socks as Hermione began to kiss her way down his chest. He was incredibly built and Hermione lowered herself more to press into him. She continued her trail of kisses down, very aroused by how masculine he smelled and how muscular his body was. He didn’t have a lot of chest hair but enough for her to know where it led.



Snape was unable to make coherent sentences. All he could do was groan. Once Hermione got just to the waist of his pants, she teased him by sitting up. He gave her a quizzical look and she returned it with a saucy expression. Not wanting to be teased, Snape took one of his hands and grabbed one of her breasts. He pulled her down by it, and Hermione was taken aback by the pain. Still clutching it, Snape huskily asked, “Don’t tease me, Miss Granger” He let go, but his hand print still remained. Hermione didn’t need to be reminded again. She slid down and began to remove his pants. Drunkenly, she slid them down his long legs and Hermione gasped at the very obvious tent in his boxers. She peered up, her hair once again a wild, whorish mess and this time Snape gave her the saucy expression. She slid back up his long body and grabbed the band of his boxers. With a sharp pull, they were off and his gigantic cock bulged out. Even after seeing it already before, Hermione still could not get over her fear and excitement over it.



“Come on, you whore” Snape growled, “You know what to do, you don’t need a book for this” With those lovely words of encouragement, Hermione slammed herself down on him and winced again at the pain. Snape immediately grabbed for her body and started thrusting her roughly down, enjoying her steaming tightness once again. Hermione grabbed the headboard and rode him hard. Hermione had her eyes closed and all she could focus on was her impending orgasm and the unquenchable heat between her legs. Snape couldn’t stop looking at her. Her hair was bouncing and the swinging of her breasts against her body was mesmerizing. He pulled her down harder and forced her to ride him even more intensely.



Hermione was incredibly close to orgasm at this point. She was so hot and so ready that she wasn’t prepared when Snape suddenly flipped her around so he was on top. It knocked some of the wind out of her but he didn’t care. He was a heavy weight on her but that didn’t stop their rhythm. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and dug his fingers into his broad should blades. “Oh God, Oh God, yes, yes…fuck me harder” she yelled. She almost used his name but felt odd calling him Professor or Severus. Snape didn’t care. He loved the dominance he felt when he covered her completely. Her on top was a great view but he wanted to finish the job. As she moaned, he felt himself about to come. With one great thrust and a loud grunt, he came inside of her. A few seconds later, she followed him with a long moan. He collapsed beside her, both of them lying naked on top of his bed.



It was at this point, when they were both panting for air, that they realized they had to finally talk about this.