Hermione's Final Year

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Hermione grinned at her own cleverness as she headed quickly towards her final class, Charms, with Professor Raisier. She had been the last person to be with Sirius before the swap, Hermione was sure, and after way too much research, she had come across something interesting. It was a condition called, Erotisch Tauschen.

Erotisch Tauschen
Rare condition where by a woman has the power to swap the minds of two individuals during sexual intercourse. Considered a curse since the afflicted woman has no control over said power. So rare is the condition that is has not been seen in Brittan in over 200 years and the last reported case was in Germany, 1956.

If a woman inflicted with the curse indulges in Sexual intercourse with a partner but is emotionally drawn to another, the minds of the partner and other will be swapped.

Why any woman would have any other man on her mind while in bed with Sirius Hermione couldn’t fathom, and why Snape? With his tall, dangerous, darkness, and his sarcastic wit, and that voice. Hermione stopped and laughed to herself. Alright point taken. But still, one would think a professor would be more responsible about an infliction like that. Tall, dangerous, darkness. Hermione giggled again at her thoughts and continued towards the class. As Ron would say, she was getting all girly.

Charms class went fast and Hermione waited till everyone had left before approaching Professor Raisier.

“Hermione, let me guess you have a ton of very in depth Charms questions.” The professor’s eyes twinkled as she spoke, her tone patronizingly sweet.

“Ah, no.” Hermione tried not to cringe as she spoke. How the hell could Sirius be attracted to her? She inwardly shook herself back to the problem at hand and kept going. “Actually I was hoping to talk to you, and it’s a bit personal.”

“Of course, darling!” The woman almost jumped out of her seat, gold curls bouncing. “You know part of my job as a female teacher is to help the girls with their…Little Problems.” She whispered the last two words and crinkled her nose in a way that Hermione was sure the professor regarded as cute, but it served only to irritate the younger girl.

“Um, yeah.” Hermione sat down and looked directly into her teacher’s eyes. “There is no easy way to say this so I’m going to lay it out for you.” She took a deep breath and said it. “I know that you spent the night with Siri…Professor Black.”

“I see.” Professor Raisier placed a hand over Hermione’s and seemed to be trying to look sympathetic. “You think you’re in love with him and now I’m stepping on your toes? I know this is hard to understand right now dear but…”

What?! Hermione’s head reeled. What the hell was this woman on about? She interrupted her teachers speech by shaking her head rapidly in a firm “No.”

“Professor, you have it all wrong. I mean I love Sirius, he and I have become very good friends since he became a free man, but I’m not here to stake a claim or warn you away. Why the very thought of me wanting…” She was babbling and had to bite her cheek to stop. She took another breath. “Are you an Erotisch Tauschen?”

From the moment she spoke those words, Hermione knew that she had been right in her suspicion. Professor Raisier’s face paled and she pulled her hand back suddenly.

“I…I thought that nothing happened, I mean neither is really acting any different.” Raisier’s voice was quiet as she spoke. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, They seem to be keeping it a secret, I think that Siri…Professor Black thinks it’s probably a prank and wants to work it out so that no one gets in trouble. He used to be quite the prankster himself.” Hermione chuckled and shook her head an unconscious little smile touching her lips.

The older woman was looking at her oddly, “Well if they haven’t told anyone, how do you know?”

“I just…I mean…” Hermione was stumbling again. What the hell is wrong with me? “Well what I mean to say is that I’m not the only one who’s noticed all the little differences, a few others have. But I just put it all together.” Hermione shrugged and tried desperately for nonchalant, “Just the way my mind works I guess.”

Professor Raisier stood up and started to pace, her head down and her long curly blond hair falling forward over her face. By the way her shoulders slumped Hermione could tell what she was thinking and suddenly felt bad for the cruel thoughts she’d had earlier.

“Professor, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright Hermione.” She looked up at the younger girl and smiled, but Hermione could see that her eyes were damp. “This is my own fault, I shouldn’t have…”

“No! Please listen. I can brew up a reversal potion tonight and administer it in the morning. No one has to know about you.”

The professor suddenly spun around and was looking at Hermione as though she’d just grown an extra head. “You mean you’re not going to tell Dumbledore? You don’t want me gone?”

“Why would I do that? I mean it’s not your fault you’re a…” Hermione cringed, “Please don’t make me pronounce it again.”

Raisier laughed and took Hermione’s hand. “Thank you, Hermione.” Then after a moment, “He was right about you.”

“Who?”

But instead of answering, Raisier brought them back to the main problem. “Do you need anything from me for the potion?”

~*~*~

When she left the classroom she was immediately ambushed by Harry and Ron.

“We’re going to sneak down to the kitchen for a snack, wanna come?” Harry had his arm around her waist as he asked, his eyes sparkling.

“Nope, I have to go to the library before dinner.” She saw the hurt look in Harry’s eyes and felt guilty. “Maybe next time?” She asked and smiled warmly at the one man in her life that she trusted completely.

“Come on Harry.” Ron said testily, “You can’t be that disappointed, Hermione is as straight laced as they come. So lets go, I’m hungry.”

She felt hurt by Ron’s words, even though they really weren’t meant to be mean. “I promise next time I will, but I just can’t today.” She kissed Harry’s cheek and gave Ron a quick, slightly tense squeeze before leaving them to head for her room to drop off her books.

He was just standing at her door/portrait when she arrived. His long black robe hung open to reveal a long stretch of leg wrapped snugly in Red leather. Damn he was sexy. Sirius Black. But the sneer on his lips and the dark Sinicism in his eyes betrayed the real man beneath. Severus Snape.

“You took your time.” He said his voice arrogant and cold, but his now almost black eyes roved freely over her body and she felt a wave of excitement as she watched him swallow hard.

In the same tone that he’s used she answered. “I wasn’t aware that I was expected.” Then spoke her password, “Little Red.” and the portrait swung open.

She stepped into her room and had barely enough time to draw a breath before her door was slammed closed and her back was hard against it, and she was sandwiched between the hard wood and the hot male body.

His mouth was hot and demanding. Taking her tongue hungrily and gifting her with a deep sexy growl as he caressed it with his own. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once as though he couldn’t touch enough of her fast enough. He tore impatiently at her clothes, throwing her robe to the floor. Buttons flew through the air as he ripped open her white blouse and his eyes darkened further as his hands cupped her full breasts.

Sirius’ face was a mask of raw lust and Hermione felt his gaze making a quickly heating trail over her exposed body. A wicked smile touched his lips while he smoothed her red tie over her chest and she arched and moaned when his thumbs stroked roughly over her erect nipples through the lace of her black bra.

“What are you doing to me Hermione? I feel like I’m losing my mind with not touching you.” His voice was husky with need before he captured her lips again in an almost angry kiss. He turned them so that he was now leaning against her door and grinned roguishly at her.

Hermione’s mind reeled at his words and sang at the feel of his large hands caressing her body. She watched as he reached back and pulled the tie from his hair, letting it fall free like a long black curtain over his shoulders. “This is Snape! Not Sirius, Snape!” She screamed in her head, but as that roguish grin touched his lips, one eye shadowed by his long hair, she felt her body tighten and fill with blazing heat.

His hands gripped her arms almost painfully and his gaze was intense and all Snape. Her breath quickened and her heart beat so hard that she was sure he could hear it. The two sexiest men she’d ever known were right here in one body and all hers to enjoy.

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.” She breathed, her voice barely audible.

Sirius chuckled and slid his hand up her arm, up her throat to her face then across to her mouth. His fingers stroked over her lips. “Such a pretty mouth, and so talented at answering all my questions.” He leered at her and his other hand tightened. “I wonder, Miss Granger, if that mouth is as talented in other ways.”

Hermione looked at him, confused and for a moment she was almost afraid of the look in his eyes. “Profes…” But she was interrupted as his finger covered her mouth and his grin widened.

“On your knees.” He growled.

Hermione’s breath came faster and her body tightened. She dropped to her knees and licked her lips as she looked up at him. Sirius grinned and opened his red leather pants groaning in relief as his long, hard shaft sprung free.

Hermione ran her tongue over his long cock and enjoyed the way it twitched. She heard him swear above her and it drove her on. Wrapping her lips around the thick head she took him deep and relaxed her throat as he reached the back of her mouth. Sirius groaned and curled his fingers into her hair as she swirled her tongue around his thickness and began to pump her mouth on him.

The feeling of power over took her as she listened to his audible groans and cries while she worked her mouth over him. She sucked and licked and stroked as he watched, his eyes wide and his mouth drawing gasping breath after gasping breath.

Sirius let out a single cry, “Hermione!” before he let his head fall back against the door and felt his body fill with red hot pleasure.

She felt him tremble and heard him cry as he released his seed into her mouth and she swallowed every drop willingly, loving the wide eyed devotion she saw in his eyes as she did.

Sirius pulled her to her feet and kissed her. “What is it about the taste of me on your lips that’s so bloody delicious.” He muttered against her mouth before picking her up and throwing her onto her large bed.

He removed the remainder of his clothes and joined her, his mouth making a hot wet trail up one leg, up over her stomach, pausing to unhook her bra and throw it over his shoulder. He spent the better part of an hour exploring her soft body, teasing her and bringing her to the brink of rapture over and over until he couldn’t wait any longer and thrust his hardness into her hot tight passage.

They moved together in perfect sync, his long black hair a damp curtain enclosing them in a private sanctuary. His hands gripped her hips in a vain effort to maintain control as he thrust again and again, and it was all Hermione could do to hold on tight to his broad shoulders and let out a series of gasping cries as he held her eyes captive.

“Come for me, Hermione…” Sirius’ voice was hoarse as he thrust faster. “I can’t hold back, darling please…Come for me.”

That sexy voice filled her head just as his thick hardness filled her body, driving her onwards and upwards. Her body sang and trembled as she was hit by wave after wave of scalding pleasure. Had he not chosen that moment to slam his mouth down onto hers, she would have screamed his name, “Severus!”

~*~*~

They spent the remainder of the afternoon together and somehow managed to miss dinner. Hermione lay on her front while Sirius explored the silky skin of her back with his hands and mouth. They spoke about books and music and debated on controversial potions. Hermione grinned as she realized that Snape had forgotten who’s body he was in and seemed to be, for the first time, completely himself and she liked it.

But at the same time she realized that he was only opening up this way because he was in disguise, and when he went back things would go back to how they were, and he would be cold again and distant. A single tear left her eyes as she thought this and for a moment she almost turned over and told him everything…Almost.

He ran a single finger over the tattoo at her lower back. It was a slim wave of red hair with “Weasley’s Wizard Weezes” in thin gold lettering above and “Potions Mistress” in burgundy underneath.

“So Miss Granger, is there a story to go with this piece of body art?”

Hermione laughed and felt her cheeks flush. “Fred and George insisted on it. They both have their’s on their arms but I was allowed to hide mine since I’m a silent partner.”

Sirius kissed her just below the words, “Potions Mistress”

“I must confess that I’m shocked.”

“Oh come on, Professor, it’s only a tattoo.”

“No, you mistake me darling, it’s not the tattoo that shocks me, but the idea of you being silent in any situation.”

She laughed again and rolled over to kiss him. “It’s a very long and rather dark story, surprisingly so considering it involves the twins.” Her eyes went distant for a moment as she remembered. “But I don’t have time to tell you now.” she jumped up and started to dress quickly. “Can you believe we missed dinner?”

Sirius stood and wrapped her white sheet around his waist, his face devoid of all expression. “Where are you going?”

“Professor Snape asked me to come and see him after dinner. He wanted me to help him prepare the Wolfsbane Potion for Remus.” She gave him an excited smile as she pulled her hair into a high knot.

“That’s ridiculous I…” he stopped suddenly and Hermione had to hold back a giggle as he inwardly swore. He grabbed her and pulled her close so that his mouth was a mere inch from her own. “Don’t go. I’ll write you a note saying that I needed you for something more important.” he gently nipped her bottom lip and grinned as she trembled. “It wouldn’t be a lie.”

Hermione pulled back but she was smiling at him and part of her was very tempted to stay. “I can’t. If there is one thing I’ve learned here, it’s that a request from Professor Snape is no such thing, but in fact an order with dire consequences if ignored.” She had to bite her cheek to hold her face straight as she watched his jaw tighten.

“No! I won’t let you go.” He dropped to his knees before her and his eyes were pleading as he looked up at her. “Please stay and tell me the story of how you got that tattoo, or another one, anything as long as it’s about you.” he stroked his hand smoothly up her leg. “I want to know you.”

She dropped to her knees with him and kissed him, tears visible in her eyes as she stared into his. “I want to tell you everything, and I will if you’ll let me.” She kissed him again. “But not now. I have to go and see Professor Snape. Please understand.”

He pulled away suddenly and turned his back. Hermione watched in silence as Sirius dressed then turned back to her.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about, Professor Snape can barely stand the sight of me, it’s not like he’d ever…” But she was cut off as he slammed her hard against the wall and took her mouth in a rough, violent kiss.

“Leave that slimy oddball to himself.” He growled at her, “I won’t ask again.”

Hermione pushed him back and glared at him. “Don’t talk about him that way.” She pushed passed him and made her way to her door.

~*~*~

Hermione felt like shit. She desperately searched for a better word but there were none. She hadn’t given Draco a second thought since she’d met Sirius outside her room, even though she knew how afraid he was.

“Well it’s nothing more then he deserves.” She spoke to herself as she made her way down to the dungeon. “How many times has he been mean to me, how many times has he called me a mud-blood, and other even more filthy names?”

“And that makes it alright does it? Two wrongs make a right?” That little voice from the back of her mind spoke and she made a promise to herself to go to his room after her meeting with Snape and tell him what she knew.

She approached the large wooden door and knocked before stepping back to straighten her knee length skirt and white blouse. The door swung open and a deep voice from inside beckoned her inside. Timidly she entered and closed the door behind her. The dungeon was dark save for the orange glow from the fireplace.

“Your late, Miss Granger.” His arrogant drawl made her shiver and she could see his silhouette standing in the corner.

“I’m sorry Professor Snape, I was detained by Professor Black. But I, um, came as soon as I could.” Hermione had to bite her lip to hold in the giggle, unable to believe that she’d just said that.

He stepped closer so she could see his face and he raised a single brow as his eyes caressed her. “Indeed.”

Three long strides brought him to her side. His long fingers drifted down her arm sending trembling thrills though her body. Damn he was sexy. His almost black eyes pierced her own and his slim lips formed a sneer that made her breath catch. She wondered what those lips would feel like on hers.

He leaned closer and for a moment she thought she was going to get her wish. She could feel his hot breath on her face and she had to hold back the moan as his tongue flicked out to lick his lips.

“I’m afraid that the Wolfsbane Potion has been made, so I no longer need your assistance…with the potion.” he breathed into her ear then stalked away towards the fire.

He spun on his heel dramatically and gave her a darkly seductive look. “But if you want to stay I’m sure I could find something else for you to do.” Snape grinned roguishly in a way that was so completely Sirius.

Hermione couldn’t hold on any more, with a very audible squeal she fell back onto the desk behind her and laughed. A door slammed somewhere nearby and she covered her mouth to stifle the squeals and giggles that just seemed to keep coming.

“Not quite the reaction I was expecting.” Snape said and glared at her as she laughed even harder.

“I’m…I’m…I’m sorry Sirius, you’re just so…So you.”

Snape grinned and leaned back against the far wall. “How long have you known?”

“Since this morning. I’ve been watching you stride and pose for two days now, but it wasn’t until you pulled me into the alcove this morning that I put together the pieces…”

“What! I never…” Snape glared at her and was once again in front of her with his hands gripping her arms. “Snape. You’ve been with him…me…him” He shook his head like he was trying to clear his mind. “How many times?”

Hermione bit her lip and for a moment looked guilty, her laughter forgotten. “Now look Sirius, last night I thought he was you and I thought you were mad at me and then you weren’t and…” She was babbling. “But when I woke up this morning I knew that he wasn’t you, but he had already left so I couldn’t confront him.”

“He spent the night!?” He spoke between gritted teeth.

“Well, umm…Yes?” She cringed as his face flushed and his eyes darkened further.

He leaned forward and spoke close to her ear and his hands loosened on her arms. “And this afternoon, you both missed dinner, and you were late getting here.” he pushed himself against her, letting her feel his arousal as his breath caressed her ear. “Because you were with him.”

“Yes.” It was one word gasped as her lover stroked his fingers up her thigh, pushing her skirt up with it.

Sirius growled ferally and forced her back roughly against the desk. “Answer me Mione, did you moan for him like a whore when that greasy git fucked your sweet little cunt?” He deftly ripped off her panties and inserted a single finger into her tight passage and stroked his thumb roughly over her clit, grinning as she trembled and sighed with pleasure.

“Sirius I…” But he wasn’t listening.

“Did he like you Mione? Did he enjoy bending my little bookworm into all his favourite positions?” He opened his pants and freed his much larger shaft then grabbed her hand and forced her to wrap her fingers around him with a loud gasping groan. “You were right by the way, he is a very big man.”

Hermione gasped, shocked and yet excited by his harsh words. “Well if you just want to test it out why not seduce your pretty blond again?” Her voice was thick but her hand tightened all the same and began to stroke him and she enjoyed the way his eyes fluttered closed at her actions.

All at once he spun her around and bent her over his desk, then slowly pushed his long thick hardness into her in one fluent stroke. Hermione felt his harsh breath against her ear as he held himself deep and let her body adjust to his girth.

“Were…oh fuck…” he pulled back slightly and thrust in again. “Were you Jealous little girl?”

Hermione moaned and arched back as he started to thrust in a long slow rhythm that made her mind reel. “Were you?” she moaned.

“Never! I never get…Ahh” Sirius rammed himself inside her hard and fast. “This is just sex. Just sex to me. Nothing more.” He reached up and freed her hair from the tight knot she had pulled it into. “Love your hair.” he grabbed a handful and yanked her head back and kissed her. “Love your mouth.”

Hermione cried out and shuddered as he rammed faster. She was torn between pain and pleasure and felt split in two by his thickness thrusting over and over, deeper then she would have thought possible.

“Mione…” He gasped into her ear. “Feel so good…So hot…so fucking good Mione.”

One hand snaked forward and found her quivering clit and began to circle and tease it deliciously as he thrust even faster, gasping and growling in her ear, covering one side of her face and throat with hot, sucking kisses, marking her.

She held onto the table for dear life and shut her yes tight as her vision filled with flaming red stars. The raw, rough passion coursing though Sirius was driving her insane. Her mind flew high and her body tightened and sang with every violent thrust of his huge manhood.

“Say my name, baby…Please, Mione please say my name.” He pleaded against her ear as he moved faster and his voice was hoarse as he groaned and grunted.

The desperation in his voice combined with his ramming shaft and bruising hands dragged her screaming over the edge. “Sirius! Sirius…”

Her mind and body exploded in a shock of blazing rapture, his name screaming from her lips as her body pulsed and tightened around his, Milking him of his release. Through the cloud of bliss she was sure she heard him growling in her ear, “Mine…Mine…Mine.” but as she floated back to earth she thought she could have heard wrong and he was actually saying “Mione.” But still the thought of him chanting the word, Mine, in her ear as he shot his hot seed within her made her tighten and climax all over again.

Still breathing hard, he slowly, gently withdrew from her, then turned her to face him. He caressed his fingers down her soft cheek and held her gaze as he whispered to her. “I’m sorry…So sorry, Mione. I don’t know what…” She shushed him.

Hermione threaded her fingers into his shoulder length black hair and brought his face down closer before rising up and kissing his lips. Sirius may have been in Snape’s body, but she didn’t care. The shell was not important, the man beneath was.

They broke apart and fixed their clothing, both avoiding each others eyes.

“I, umm.” Hermione started and stopped, finally turning towards him. “I’ve made the potion to put you both back in your own bodies. It should be ready by morning.”

Sirius smiled wanly, “I should have known that you’d have the whole thing worked out. You’ve never failed to come through for us.” He stroked a stray hair from her face. “Hermione…”

He never finished that sentence. A loud, rage filled voice rang out through the room and Snape’s body fell to the floor. Hermione looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing at the door, his face a mask of fury as he glared down at the unconscious man.