Forbidden Lover

Chapter Seven
Blossom Unfolding


Hermione was determined to taste the Professor fully. Her hormones were leading her, and her normally stable mind was clouded with the red heat of first need. She didn't really have a very clear picture of what to expect. Only the drawings in the Kama Sutra had opened her mind to what a naked male could do.

Professor Snape stayed with her until dawn broke over the still raining sky. She was sound asleep nestled in his arms, when he kissed her and gently slid off the bed to return to Hogwarts before he was missed.

"I'll be back tonight," he promised as he faded away.

The pillow next to her face still bore his scent when Hermione woke up. She nuzzled it, sniffing deeply and smiling to herself. He was so dark and deliciously brooding. How had she not noticed it in the first few years she'd been at Hogwarts? She could hardly wait to see him naked, she thought, getting out of bed, and taking her gown off. She stood in her own nubile nudity, looking out at the rainy morning.


Her Mother came walking in, and stopped short at the sight of Hermione standing naked. She hadn't seen her naked in quite a while, and it was a bit of a shock to see the curvy, white bodied woman her daughter was becoming.

"Is this a nudist colony?" she teased.

"No, Mum," she yawned. "I just got up."

"Well, get dressed, breakfast is ready. We're going to London to do some shopping."

"Sounds good to me," Hermione replied, wondering what Professor Snape was doing.


Severus was eating breakfast with the rest of the staff at Hogwarts, not noticing that Dumbledore had regarded him with a bemused grin. It was not lost on him that the potions master had been absent from Hogwarts last evening. Something was up with that, but Dumbledore also chose to keep himself apart from it. He settled for being happy that Severus had found something to occupy his time. It didn't occur to him that he was romancing a student.

Severus had decided that he would mix a batch of the birth control potion for Hermione and take it to her tonight. It was tempting not only fate, but also the Death Eater as well to make her safe to maul. He vowed that the black side wasn't going to win. Slowly he was coming to realize that he was having deep feelings for the girl, no matter how wrong it might be. His need to be near her was growing. He didn't even have any desire to stay at Hogwarts for the summer, knowing she was in London. It was something that was highly unusual for him, since he rarely ventured away from the school even on summer holidays.

He was going to actually wear pajamas tonight. It was uncomfortable and hot in his robes and cape. He preferred to sleep naked but he would not dare do so in her parents' house. At least he'd had enough common sense to put wards on the door to keep anyone from bursting in on them. If Hermione wanted him there every night, then, yes, he would be there.


Hermione and her Mother were shopping and enjoying themselves. Margaret had taken a couple of months off from her dentistry practice to spend time with Hermione before she was completely grown and gone from home, a time that Margaret sensed was drawing near. There was a certain feeling about her daughter that she couldn't place, but she knew with a Mother's instinct that with a man in the picture, it wouldn't be long before the baby would be out of the nest and feathering her own. Matt wouldn't be happy about it since Hermione was his pride, but the child did deserve some happiness even if it was with an older man.


Her Mother was buying lingerie, and Hermione was bored. She wandered around looking at the pieces of sheer fabric that passed for bed wear. Her own nightgown was plain white muslin; quite sturdy and able to hold up to school washings by the house elves.

"Mum," she said.

"Yes, dear," Margaret replied absently, looking at a wisp of a gown that would have Matt on his knees. Her four years older husband was quite lusty. She added it to the pile in her arms.

"Err, well," Hermione looked around. It being a weekday it was mostly deserted in the store except for the salesgirl at the register. "Do guys like stuff like that?"

"You and I need to have another talk. In private." Margaret was thinking that maybe if she were going to have sex, she needed to know more than she did. It didn't mean she approved, but do it right if you were going to do it at all was her philosophy. She was like Hermione in that respect.

"Yes," she replied, in a low voice. "Men get excited over things like this." She looked at Hermione, and sighed. "I suppose you want one of these?"


Hermione blushed just at the thought of wearing such a thing. It was an extremely skimpy teddy, made of transparent fabric.

"There's not much to that," she observed.

"I don't think this would be you at all. Let me see what I can find. I'll surprise you, okay?" Her Mother gave her a shove. "Go look at some books. I'll meet you out front in fifteen minutes."

When they met up later, Margaret refused to show her the item she'd bought for her, saying only that they were going to have a serious talk that evening. Great, Hermione thought. It was embarrassing enough that her Mum knew she wanted to have sex. Leave it to Mum to aid and abet. She and Dad would be fighting if he found out that she wasn't stopping her from losing her virginity. She knew her Mum well enough to know that she knew better than to fight against the inevitable. Both her parents would be angry if they knew Professor Snape had slept in her bedroom last night.


It wasn't until after dinner when Matt Granger was safely planted in front of his big screen TV, immersed in a history documentary that Margaret followed Hermione upstairs. She retrieved the package she'd bought that afternoon from the hall closet before she came to Hermione's room and shut the door behind her.

"You know," Margaret said, "I never pictured myself having this sort of talk with you."

"Why not?"

"Holding a baby in your arms, dear, is an innocent thing. You don't ever think about what the baby will do when he or she grows older. You certainly don't think about having "the talk" with them."

"We had that talk when I was ten, Mum."

"I know. But there are things that you don't really tell your daughter. I thought about our talk last night. If I told you I didn't want you to go to bed with this man, you would do it anyway, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Mum." Hermione hung her head. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"You are not a disappointment to me. You never have been, and never will be. Your father, I'm afraid, is probably not going to accept your "friend". How old is he, Hermione?"

"I don't know, Mum. I never asked him."

Hermione did not want to admit to her mother that she had heard that the Professor was in his late thirties, young by wizarding standards.

That was not a good sign. It told Margaret that the man was not that young. Stay calm, Margaret, she told herself. This is her decision to make. Maybe she'll change her mind. She's still a teenager after all.

"Okay, I am not going to ask any more about him. You were asking me about the lingerie. I bought you this."

She extended the light, narrow box to Hermione, who took it and opened it. Under a layer of tissue lay a pile of iridescent silvery material that was opaque and not quite see through. She lifted the gown from its box to admire the simple, vee necked gown without sleeves. The colors of the rainbow shimmered in the fabric when the light hit it a certain way.

"It's beautiful, Mum. Thank you." Hermione hugged her Mother, who patted her on the back comfortingly.

Margaret squeezed her daughters' shoulders. "Just promise me that you are sure about this."

"I am. But will he like this?"

"Men get aroused by seeing your body. Usually things like this end up on the floor." She searched Hermione's face, which was reddening. "Am I embarrassing you?"


"Yes. Terribly."

"It's always hard at first. I didn't feel exactly at ease around your father for a while."

"Mum?"

"Yes?"

"What was it like? Were you scared? Is it really like all the books I've read?"

Margaret laughed nervously. "So many questions!"

She thought back a bit, remembering her youth.

"It's hard to put into words, dear. It's a private time full of feeling, both with your body and your heart. You won't be scared if he's the right one for you. As for the books, I can't say. I've read plenty of smut myself and I like it. There's a bit of discomfort and blood in the beginning, but it doesn't last long. It's all a part of living, I suppose."

"Mum, I know that you don't like the idea, but we've always been close, and I promise I won't disappoint you. At least I hope I don't."

"Just tell me about it someday, love. Not now. But someday."

"I will," Hermione promised, as Margaret got up.

"I'm going and take a shower. Then I'm going to go make your Dad go to bed." She grinned mischievously.

"You wearing that new scrap of material?" Hermione chuckled.

"Of course. Sleep tight."

Hermione locked the door after her Mother. She'd already bathed, and perfumed herself. A light odor of gardenias clung to her. She dropped her robe on the chair next to the window, and slipped into the new gown that slid sensuously over her body. She walked over to the full-length mirror on the closet door, which was directly across the room from her bed.

She looked like a different person. The silky gown didn't quite hide her body, she decided. The dark shadow of her nipples and the pubic nest between her legs was readily apparent. What would Professor Snape think if he saw?

She didn't have to think very long, as suddenly Snape was standing there beside her. She stared at their reflections in the mirror. He was behind her, a large potions bottle in his hand. His eyes were assessing her body. She felt a shiver run through her as she fought the urge to cover herself. She heard his swift intake of breath.

"Do you like it?" Hermione asked, turning to him, almost touching him with her body.

"Yesssss," Severus ground out.

See, Severus? All that untouched tender flesh just waiting for you to be the first. Think about it. You could rip that lovely gown to shreds in your fingers.

Stop thinking about it! She is still under age. She could have your baby if something goes wrong with the birth control potion. It's too soon. Besides, you don't have a clue as to what you are doing. She may laugh at you. Remember how it was years ago!

Good and evil fought for domination in his head as he handed her the bottle.

"Here," he said, trying to change the subject and keep lust out of his mind. He wasn't succeeding very well; his body was tightening on him. "I made you enough to last the summer. I will give you more when you return to school."

"How do I take it, I mean how much do I take?"

"Only a spoon full each day."

"How long does it take to work?"

"The result is...immediate. It is not one of your muggle concoctions."

"Will you stay tonight?"

He should not, especially now, with her dressed like this. He should leave before he did something he would regret later.

"Don't go," Hermione begged, reading the look in his eyes, thinking desperately how she could keep him there, and finding her self woefully inexperienced in such things.

Severus watched her take the bottle to her small bathroom, find a spoon and take a dose. The whole time her mind was shaking with the fear that he'd leave her.

She stood in the door to the bathroom afterward, facing him, shaky and indecisive. He looked at her, he him self-insecure, scared, and almost as helpless as she was.

"Don't go...please," Hermione said again. Her nipples were pebbling as she looked at him.

"I'll stay," he said at last, reluctantly. He waved his wand and a pair of dark green satin pajamas appeared on his person. He waved the wand again at the door putting wards on that no muggle could break.

"You don't have to worry. They're making love tonight."

Severus stared at her.

"My Mum is pretty open with me," she explained, coming over to him.

She wouldn't be if she knew I had the man she was wondering about in my room.

Hermione ran a hand down his satin covered chest.

"Touch me, Professor."

She took his hand and placed it over one breast that swelled into his palm. Instinctively he kneaded the mound, drawing a gasp from her. His face drew close to hers. They were only a lip's brush away from one another.

"Come, let's go to bed," she said, and he followed her.

They fell on the bed in each other's arms, the fabric of her gown flowing over his legs. She reveled in the feel of his warm body against her as they kissed.

Severus, you're going too far.


He ignored the voice. He was shaking. She felt him trembling, and pressed closer. She moved until she could feel the thick ridge in the juncture of her thighs. Open for him, something whispered. Obediently, Hermione lifted a leg and hooked it over his thigh, pressing firmly against him. Molten heat shot through her center. His slender hands slid down her spine and hesitantly pressed her harder to him.


Severus had his eyes shut. For a flash in time he was sixteen again, and he felt frightened out of his wits. His body was demanding release and her softness that was cradling him through the layers of silk and satin wasn't helping matters one bit. His natural urge came directly from the Death Eater - rip the gown off and ram himself home. Feel the joy of exploding in her while holding her down and knowing that she wouldn't be able to fight him.

But he did none of this. The tiny, decent part of him was still in control. He moved against her slowly, and lightly. She shivered, and licked at his lips. Gods, this was going to be hard not entering her. He'd vowed he would not, at least not until she was older. If only he had some real experience in making love, it would be easier. He had little knowledge of bringing pleasure to a female although he'd read some about it. Hermione was moving against him, and Severus was allowing it, opening his eyes and watching her closely.

Every rub of his thick cock was bringing her pleasure. He was getting harder as she moved, and Hermione could feel her lower body burning, wanting to pull him into her. But Snape wasn't cooperating. When she looked up at him, his eyes were open, intensely watching her. He was moving with her, not attempting to remove her gown at all. The need in her was like an itch. She groaned, half in pleasure and half in sheer unrecognized frustration because he wasn't giving her what she needed.

She grabbed a handful of the gown, and pulled it over her head, shifting a bit to be able to tug it from the tangle it'd made under her. It got tossed carelessly to the floor and she was naked with him for the first time.

Severus' eyes widened as he saw her gown come out from under the covers and go flying in a shimmering heap to the floor. She grabbed his hand and pressed it to the wet part of her that was aching. Hermione wasn't exactly sure why she did that; only she needed to be touched.

He was startled at the slickness on his fingers. She was hot and wet. His fingers tentatively rubbed at her, and he heard her moan and press closer to his hand. Encouraged, he rubbed harder. His finger brushed against a jutting nubbin, and she murmured yesssss in a breathy voice. He rubbed the nubbin again, and she nearly purred for him. Perhaps he was on to something, he thought.

Go ahead, Severus, rape her. Don't worry about whether or not she's enjoying it. You aren't. You're hard and you need release. Shove it in there. Make her suffer.

Severus shoved Hermione to her back and flung the covers off of them. His black eyes raked her body, milky in the faint light from outside. The only sound in the room was the sound of rain falling outdoors, and their own breathing. He was holding her down, pinning her to the bed. His body was rigid, fighting the old urges. She didn't fight him; merely let him have his way, looking at him wonderingly even as he had her spread open under him.

"Touch me, Professor, please," she begged.

Something in her voice penetrated into his blackening mind, and the urges he was fighting started to recede. Hermione's body beckoned to him, and Severus looked down where she was pink and glistening and he slid downwards, curiosity getting the best of him. Her scent was luring him and he pressed an odd kiss or two on the smooth surface of her belly. Her silky nest of curls was soft against his cheek as he parted her. Kama Sutra images came to mind, and before he really thought about it, he covered her with his mouth.

He tasted her, licking deeply into the small slit. Gratifyingly, she responded by threading her fingers into his hair, and lifting her hips to him. He began to lap at her, enjoying her moans and squeals.

Hermione was shocked when she saw his head go down and his mouth lock onto her. The resulting feeling from his warm tongue was making her thrust against him. She felt as if she was being flung higher and higher, and every brush of his tongue against her clit was making her moan out her pleasure. Her toes curled into the mattress, every feeling in her body focusing and building in the wet opening his mouth was torturing.

"H-harder," she gasped out, embarrassed at speaking her thoughts aloud. He complied, and she shrieked as the orgasm, her first, tore through her body and consumed her. He kept at her, pleased that he obviously had done something right for once. She whimpered, and gasped, then screamed again as another hit her. Severus was thankful his wards on the door had also made anything in the room indiscernible from outside of it. Hermione finally weakly pushed his head away, unable to bear any more.

He sat up and licked his lips, loving the taste of her, and came back up to lay next to her, taking her back into his arms. Hermione lay with her head on his chest, breathing hard, trying to collect her scattered thoughts.

She couldn't believe she'd had the nerve to strip in front of him. Or that'd she'd begged him to touch her. Even after she'd experienced orgasm, she could still sense something missing. His cock was rigid against her leg. Would he let her touch him there?

"Can I touch you?" she asked him, once she'd regained her breath.

Severus looked at her for a long while.

You damned fool! You fucked up! Again! You blew it, Severus. You could have raped her. What are you, weak? You're acting like a spineless fool, all-kind and gentle. You're going soft!

He ignored the now screaming Death Eater.

At last, he swallowed hard, and nervously took her hand, leading it to the open fly of his pajama bottoms. Hermione parted the hole there, and put her hand in, drawing his thick organ out.

"You're.....big," she whispered, her eyes wide.

His fingers closed over hers, showing her how to hold him. Just as he had for her, she stroked him, using his reactions to spur her onward. She discovered his sac of balls and caressed them with the palm of her other hand, and he nearly shot off the bed, so strong were the sensations she evoked. He'd never felt that sort of pleasure before, which made his cock dribble happily in her hand.

Their mouths joined as she played with him, feeling him grow and pulse in her hand. His hips jerked as he felt himself starting to totally lose control, and his came hard. Thick jets of come poured out onto her hand and thigh, dripping in pearly luster. It was erotic to Severus to look down and see it smeared on her.

They were silent after that for a long while until he retrieved his wand from the nightstand and cleaned them up. Severus drew the covers back over them and settled Hermione in his arms, sated at last, and happy that he hadn't violated her body. He wasn't letting her go; he knew that much, so there would be time later to make real love, that is, if he could figure out how one did that.