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Voyeur
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A/N: And seriously, I am really sorry about leaving y'all hanging. College Orientation and a week away from home basically, damn. Ya. A lot of stuff has happened. Not too mention a bit of writer's block. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Which reminds me, if you're young and impressionable, don't read this.
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Chapter 8: Voyeur
Snape closed his door on his only student of the Night and let out a long sigh. He leaned against the door and chuckled to himself as he relived the whole class in his mind.
“Well, that was a successful session,” Snape muttered to himself.
“I agree,” a voice rang throughout the somewhat empty classroom.
“Fuck me, Merlin!” Snape yelled out in surprise and bonked his head on the door. The shock had thoroughly scared his erection away.
“Oh, Severus, I never thought you to be one to bat for the other team,” Albus said merrily as he took off his disillusionment charm. Snape could have sworn he saw the Headmaster’s eyes twinkle before he took the charm off.
Snape scowled at his uninvited visitor, “How long exactly have you been there, you meddling old fool?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Since Miss Granger was pacing outside your door, wondering if she should attend class tonight or not. I’d say she was rather glad she did.” Snape’s scowl disappeared.
“You were here – the entire time?”
“Let’s say I wanted to see how you approached Sexual Education.”
“So you saw… all of that?”
“All of it. Interesting method, Severus; the doll is genius.” Albus smiled at him.
Snape swallowed visibly. He didn’t know what to say, he just looked at the Headmaster, preparing himself to be sacked. The silence in the room was deafening and had become uncomfortable for Snape, who was sure he was blushing. The sound of rustling fabric permeated the still room as Snape fidgeted under Dumbledore’s gaze.
“My favorite part was when she switched the gender on you, Severus,” Albus shot out laughing heartily. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.” Albus then tried to imitate it.
Snape’s mouth dropped open at Dumbledore. Then anger coursed through his body; of course, the Headmaster would laugh at that. I’m going to rip off his penis and shove it in his mouth, so he can see how it feels.
“Why are you laughing?!” Snape roared. “Aren’t you going to dismiss me? After what I had just done with Hermione? STOP LAUGHING!”
Albus wiped away tear, “Of course not. Why would I want to fire you?”
“I acted inappropriately with a student…” Snape’s statement died away as he continued to look at his employer in utter disbelief.
“You were doing your job as far as I can tell; just as you said, you were teaching her about sex.”
“You’re telling me that – you’re ok – with this?”
“Well, I must say I was disappointed that you didn’t exactly stay on course with I wanted to be taught, you actually demonstrated them, but you did teach the required potions to know. And this is only the first year! We can perfect this class next semester; we will need to add more potions to this regimen.”
“Wait a second, what do you mean ‘next semester’? As far as I am concerned, this is a semester-long class.”
“Yes, Severus, and there are two semesters in a year of schooling,” his eyes twinkled.
Snape groaned, “You do not actually expect me to teach this class any longer than I have to, do you?”
“Of course, you will finish up this year and I will hire someone else to take over next year.”
Snape sighed in relief. “Thank the Gods – ”
“But for the next semester, what has happened between you and Miss Granger will not happen again with another student.”
“I didn’t plan on it, Albus.”
“What happened between the two of you? Or doing it again with other students?” Albus’ question stunned Snape for a second and thought his next choice of words carefully.
“I meant for the latter, Albus. I’m certain no child will want to learn about sex from me, other than the Know-It-All. But what has developed between – Hermione and I – I never really thought it would become anything.”
“So the two of you are something?” Albus arched his brow.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you did.”
“No, I didn’t, you blasted fool,” Snape spat. The Headmaster knew otherwise, but would let his Potions Master find out for himself.
“Whatever you say, Severus. Just that if you two were – something – there would be nothing wrong with it. She’s of age, untouched,” Albus stopped to wink at Snape, “by Wizarding Law due to it.” Snape narrowed his gaze at the old man.
“If you continue your ‘lessons’ with Miss Granger after this class has ended, Severus; please keep it quiet,” Albus patted Snape on the shoulder and nudged him out of the way. “Other than that, jolly good class! Good evening, Severus.” He opened the door and walked out.
Snape stared at the door completely blown away by what had just happened. The Headmaster found out what really went down in Sexual Education, thought it was interesting, and permitted Snape to continue his blossoming taboo relationship with Hermione.
“What a night,” Snape whispered to himself. He smiled, “Time to plan out the next lesson.”
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Hermione sat at her desk, chewing on her quill, trying to conclude her Potions essay. It took her two days to get this far when normally it would only take her two hours. She had to take breaks from the essay to do other homework or merely unwind. Simply because every time she tried to write her essay, she thought of him. She thought of Professor Snape's crushing embrace and the heat of his arousal against hers. The memories were so intense, not even Filch could put out the fire. He used her given name before he dismissed her. She wondered what it would sound like in the throes of passion.
She took a deep breath, set down her quill and rubbed at her eyes. She could tell the conclusion would have to wait until she could clear her mind. She set off for the Common Room. A little talk with the boys would set her straight for sure.
That’s odd, Hermione thought, I was sure they came back from Quidditch Practice. She looked around once more, Oh gods, no. Lavender Brown was making her way towards Hermione.
“Hermione!” Lavender shouted shrilly. Hermione grimaced at the pitch of her voice.
“Hello, Lavender,” Hermione smiled meekly.
“So… How’s Sex-Ed going?” Lavender questioned innocently. But Hermione knew, when it comes to Lavender, there is nothing innocent about anything.
“Oh, well, you know the usual. He’s the same in every class.”
“Learn anything?”
“I learned how to make a contraceptive potion,” Hermione quipped. It really was the last thing she learned… in a way.
“Oh, how – interesting,” Lavender looked a little crestfallen.
“Why? What did you think I would learn?” Hermione arched an eyebrow at her classmate.
“I don’t know, maybe something like, how to be a better…”
“Better what?”
“Lover.”
Hermione blinked at her. “You know that’s not what Sexual Education is all about. It’s to educate you in taking precautions, being safe as you can be in such a vulnerable, physical situation.” But of course in my class, I end up blowing my professor vicariously through a dummy, Hermione thought, Now that I think about it, he ended up blowing me too. Hermione had an unusual look of confusion on her face, which received a frightened expression from Lavender.
“Are you all right, Hermione?”
Hermione shook herself from her daze and stared at Lavender, before abruptly bursting out in laughter. Still giggling, she replied, “Oh yes, never better. I think I am going to go finish my essay.” She walked away from the bewildered Lavender, planning out the conclusion to her assignment all along the way.
The next day, Hermione made sure she was the last one to turn in her assignment in Double Potions. Snape always checked hers first anyway. When the class started on their potion, 10 minutes in an audible gasp resonated throughout the classroom, which was followed by a cough.
“What are you dunderheads looking at? Get back to your potions,” Snape spat. His gaze fell on Hermione who was staring intently at her cauldron, stifling her laughter. She knew that he had read the last bit of her paper:
“… Therefore, by adding the mandrake root, completes the Restoring Relaxant for the Wizard or Witches who are afflicted by epileptic seizures. The only question that still needs answering is if you had some of the relaxant, would you have gagged so much during that deep throat action the other night?”
Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she brewed her potion, unaware of her Professor’s threatening gaze. Finally, after half an hour had passed, Snape stalked over to Hermione and peered over her shoulder. He leaned in close and his lips hovered centimeters away from her ear, knowing full well that none of his students would pay him any attention, because they did not want to receive attention from him.
His voice was low and incredibly silky, “Miss Granger, about your paper…”
“Yes, sir,” Hermione replied in a low whisper. She could feel the warmth of his body so closely; she was about ready to melt.
“I don’t need a relaxant, the question is: Do you?” Snape blew softly into her ear; Hermione shuddered. “But I guess I will find out all in due time won’t I, Miss Granger?” He sniffed in her scent then stalked back over to his desk.
Hermione breathed deeply trying to force her body to forget his warmth. She could barely stir her potion steadily; her hand was shaking so much. Ron and Harry gave each other worried glances, misunderstanding her unsteady hand for anger.
Ooh, she could hardly wait for Tuesday to come round.
And come round it did. She has never had a more mind-numbingly randy week pass by so slowly. Her patience was wearing so thin she was seriously considering skipping dinner to start off her Sex-Ed class, but she had to save some face while around Snape. No need to seem too earnest.
“Odd…” the door to the classroom was ajar. She pushed it open, it creaked more than usual, “Professor?”
She stepped into the classroom and closed the door. Maybe he’s late, she thought. She perked up when she heard a cluttering noise.
“In here, Miss Granger,” a muffled baritone voice called out from within Snape’s office, which was wide open.
As she entered his office, she noticed the lighting was much more mellow and warm. There was a huge desk and a deep brown leather chair to match. Books lined the walls of his office, it was almost suffocating… almost. The sound of the door slamming startled Hermione. She whirled around to see her Professor dressed down in a white undershirt and black trousers. Her eyes practically jumped out of her sockets when she saw his lean, sculpted figure. His shoulders were broad, and his muscles were well defined, even underneath his shirt. If it weren’t for his teaching robes, she would have seen his small waist and muscled legs long ago.
Being a spy for so long, kept him in shape no doubt, Hermione unconsciously licked her lips, as Snape put up the wards to his office and a few silencing charms.
He smirked then divestoed Hermione of her robes leaving her in just her school uniform. Before she could say anything, he pushed her onto his sofa. Her hair flared out beneath her and her arms rested above her head, which caused her shirt to become un-tucked, revealing some of her stomach; her skirt riding up her thigh ever so slightly. He wanted to see more, but he was saving that treat for next class. Oh, happy day, happy day, he chanted.
“I believe it’s time we begun with your test, Miss Granger,” Snape growled as he bent and crawled over Hermione’s figure. He stopped when he met her face to face; he rested beside her, supporting his weight with his elbow.
“And what would that be, sir?” Hermione asked, her voice cracked with apprehension. She was beginning to feel a little bit scared. I am not too sure if I am ready to lose my virginity on a sofa in my Professor’s office… with my Professor.
“Mutual masturbation,” Snape murmured. Hermione was not able to get a word out as Snape silenced her mouth with his. The force he used to capture her lips made her gasp in pain; he stole the opportunity to deepen the kiss, causing Hermione to moan. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her leg over his waist protectively. Snape groaned at her movements, before growling, “Touch me, Hermione.”
Hermione looked at Snape with longing and fear. She let her hands roam over his back and over his stomach. Snape growled again and slipped his hand beneath her shirt, hoping she would get the idea. She gasped as she felt him pinch her bra-clad nipple. He rewarded her with a rare smile of his and then took her mouth with his again.
Hermione wanted to feel more, more of him. She snaked her hand underneath his shirt and felt the outline of his stomach. She followed the trail of wispy hair up his torso and found his nipple, which she rolled beneath her finger, returning the favor; Snape groaned in her mouth. He nearly bit her lip when he felt her other hand firmly grasp the bulge in his trousers and begun to massage it through the fabric.
It seems, Snape thought, that Miss Granger is ready to begin. He released her nipple from his nimble fingers and caressed his way down to her thigh. The length of his arm allowed him to begin a trail from just above her knee. He stroked her inner thigh, which left her shivering underneath his hand as he grew nearer to her core. Her back arched and her hips bucked as his index finger ran along the slit of her opening through her panties; he chuckled at their wetness.
Hermione couldn’t stand the pleasure he was giving her as he pushed aside her underwear and began to rub along her nether lips. She bit his neck as she unbuttoned his trousers and took hold of his pulsing member in her hands. Before she could get a look, Snape used his free hand to grasp her chin and force her to look into his eyes.
“Eyes up here, Miss Granger. That is for next class,” he purred. “And I forgot to mention to you that underwear from this point on is optional.” He smiled deviously at her before licking at her lips and pushing one slender finger into her heat.
Her delicious moan was muffled by his mouth once more. He paused his ministrations to thrust against her hands to remind her that she was still holding him. Hermione used one hand to stroke his member slowly, in time with his stokes; the other, she used to massage his sac. Hermione took his breathy grunts as approval and increased her tempo.
The two lied beside each other, their arms and legs entwined; barely connected at their mouths, their lips hovered over each other; their eyes drunk with lust, half-lidded in pleasure. Snape was amazed he had lasted this long, Hermione was surprised she hadn’t fainted yet.
Snape wanted to feel more of her, so he flipped her around so her back faced him. He reached over so that one hand massaged her breast and the other was buried in her panties, feverishly plummeting her depths.
“Ohh… Se - Severusss,” Hermione moaned loudly. She reached around to try and grasp his aching member.
“More, more, my name rolling off your lips is more than I can take,” Snape said as he licked the shell of her ear. He growled as Hermione rubbed her bum against his member. “Careful, Hermione,” he purred dangerously, “or I might take you from behind.”
“If only I were so lucky…” she tilted her head back to kiss him.
Snape removed his hand from her breast and placed it on her hip, pushing her hard against his loins so he could grind against her firm ass. He timed his strokes with his movements to imitate what it could be like if it was not his hand. Hermione writhed beautifully beneath him and chanted his name between gasps of pleasure, until it seemed her breath was caught in her throat. The walls of her slick channel began to clamp down on him. He wanted to watch the orgasm he gave her wash over her body; the contorted expression on her face and the display of her pulling on her nipple had made him come hard against her back. He groaned her name in the thick of her hair.
He looked over to see that Hermione had fallen asleep, completely sated and exhausted. Snape removed his hand to scourgify the both of them. He buttoned up his trousers and smoothed out Hermione’s skirt.
“I wonder how well you’ll do next Tuesday,” Snape whispered, smiling smugly to himself. Hermione fidgeted and sighed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him before falling asleep himself.
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Hope you enjoyed it like they did :^)
A/N: And seriously, I am really sorry about leaving y'all hanging. College Orientation and a week away from home basically, damn. Ya. A lot of stuff has happened. Not too mention a bit of writer's block. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Which reminds me, if you're young and impressionable, don't read this.
"just a taste" By: crinnasince94.
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^^EVERYONE OF Y'ALL GO FUCKIN' SEE THIS WORK OF ART^^
teehee :^)
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Chapter 8: Voyeur
Snape closed his door on his only student of the Night and let out a long sigh. He leaned against the door and chuckled to himself as he relived the whole class in his mind.
“Well, that was a successful session,” Snape muttered to himself.
“I agree,” a voice rang throughout the somewhat empty classroom.
“Fuck me, Merlin!” Snape yelled out in surprise and bonked his head on the door. The shock had thoroughly scared his erection away.
“Oh, Severus, I never thought you to be one to bat for the other team,” Albus said merrily as he took off his disillusionment charm. Snape could have sworn he saw the Headmaster’s eyes twinkle before he took the charm off.
Snape scowled at his uninvited visitor, “How long exactly have you been there, you meddling old fool?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Since Miss Granger was pacing outside your door, wondering if she should attend class tonight or not. I’d say she was rather glad she did.” Snape’s scowl disappeared.
“You were here – the entire time?”
“Let’s say I wanted to see how you approached Sexual Education.”
“So you saw… all of that?”
“All of it. Interesting method, Severus; the doll is genius.” Albus smiled at him.
Snape swallowed visibly. He didn’t know what to say, he just looked at the Headmaster, preparing himself to be sacked. The silence in the room was deafening and had become uncomfortable for Snape, who was sure he was blushing. The sound of rustling fabric permeated the still room as Snape fidgeted under Dumbledore’s gaze.
“My favorite part was when she switched the gender on you, Severus,” Albus shot out laughing heartily. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.” Albus then tried to imitate it.
Snape’s mouth dropped open at Dumbledore. Then anger coursed through his body; of course, the Headmaster would laugh at that. I’m going to rip off his penis and shove it in his mouth, so he can see how it feels.
“Why are you laughing?!” Snape roared. “Aren’t you going to dismiss me? After what I had just done with Hermione? STOP LAUGHING!”
Albus wiped away tear, “Of course not. Why would I want to fire you?”
“I acted inappropriately with a student…” Snape’s statement died away as he continued to look at his employer in utter disbelief.
“You were doing your job as far as I can tell; just as you said, you were teaching her about sex.”
“You’re telling me that – you’re ok – with this?”
“Well, I must say I was disappointed that you didn’t exactly stay on course with I wanted to be taught, you actually demonstrated them, but you did teach the required potions to know. And this is only the first year! We can perfect this class next semester; we will need to add more potions to this regimen.”
“Wait a second, what do you mean ‘next semester’? As far as I am concerned, this is a semester-long class.”
“Yes, Severus, and there are two semesters in a year of schooling,” his eyes twinkled.
Snape groaned, “You do not actually expect me to teach this class any longer than I have to, do you?”
“Of course, you will finish up this year and I will hire someone else to take over next year.”
Snape sighed in relief. “Thank the Gods – ”
“But for the next semester, what has happened between you and Miss Granger will not happen again with another student.”
“I didn’t plan on it, Albus.”
“What happened between the two of you? Or doing it again with other students?” Albus’ question stunned Snape for a second and thought his next choice of words carefully.
“I meant for the latter, Albus. I’m certain no child will want to learn about sex from me, other than the Know-It-All. But what has developed between – Hermione and I – I never really thought it would become anything.”
“So the two of you are something?” Albus arched his brow.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you did.”
“No, I didn’t, you blasted fool,” Snape spat. The Headmaster knew otherwise, but would let his Potions Master find out for himself.
“Whatever you say, Severus. Just that if you two were – something – there would be nothing wrong with it. She’s of age, untouched,” Albus stopped to wink at Snape, “by Wizarding Law due to it.” Snape narrowed his gaze at the old man.
“If you continue your ‘lessons’ with Miss Granger after this class has ended, Severus; please keep it quiet,” Albus patted Snape on the shoulder and nudged him out of the way. “Other than that, jolly good class! Good evening, Severus.” He opened the door and walked out.
Snape stared at the door completely blown away by what had just happened. The Headmaster found out what really went down in Sexual Education, thought it was interesting, and permitted Snape to continue his blossoming taboo relationship with Hermione.
“What a night,” Snape whispered to himself. He smiled, “Time to plan out the next lesson.”
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Hermione sat at her desk, chewing on her quill, trying to conclude her Potions essay. It took her two days to get this far when normally it would only take her two hours. She had to take breaks from the essay to do other homework or merely unwind. Simply because every time she tried to write her essay, she thought of him. She thought of Professor Snape's crushing embrace and the heat of his arousal against hers. The memories were so intense, not even Filch could put out the fire. He used her given name before he dismissed her. She wondered what it would sound like in the throes of passion.
She took a deep breath, set down her quill and rubbed at her eyes. She could tell the conclusion would have to wait until she could clear her mind. She set off for the Common Room. A little talk with the boys would set her straight for sure.
That’s odd, Hermione thought, I was sure they came back from Quidditch Practice. She looked around once more, Oh gods, no. Lavender Brown was making her way towards Hermione.
“Hermione!” Lavender shouted shrilly. Hermione grimaced at the pitch of her voice.
“Hello, Lavender,” Hermione smiled meekly.
“So… How’s Sex-Ed going?” Lavender questioned innocently. But Hermione knew, when it comes to Lavender, there is nothing innocent about anything.
“Oh, well, you know the usual. He’s the same in every class.”
“Learn anything?”
“I learned how to make a contraceptive potion,” Hermione quipped. It really was the last thing she learned… in a way.
“Oh, how – interesting,” Lavender looked a little crestfallen.
“Why? What did you think I would learn?” Hermione arched an eyebrow at her classmate.
“I don’t know, maybe something like, how to be a better…”
“Better what?”
“Lover.”
Hermione blinked at her. “You know that’s not what Sexual Education is all about. It’s to educate you in taking precautions, being safe as you can be in such a vulnerable, physical situation.” But of course in my class, I end up blowing my professor vicariously through a dummy, Hermione thought, Now that I think about it, he ended up blowing me too. Hermione had an unusual look of confusion on her face, which received a frightened expression from Lavender.
“Are you all right, Hermione?”
Hermione shook herself from her daze and stared at Lavender, before abruptly bursting out in laughter. Still giggling, she replied, “Oh yes, never better. I think I am going to go finish my essay.” She walked away from the bewildered Lavender, planning out the conclusion to her assignment all along the way.
The next day, Hermione made sure she was the last one to turn in her assignment in Double Potions. Snape always checked hers first anyway. When the class started on their potion, 10 minutes in an audible gasp resonated throughout the classroom, which was followed by a cough.
“What are you dunderheads looking at? Get back to your potions,” Snape spat. His gaze fell on Hermione who was staring intently at her cauldron, stifling her laughter. She knew that he had read the last bit of her paper:
“… Therefore, by adding the mandrake root, completes the Restoring Relaxant for the Wizard or Witches who are afflicted by epileptic seizures. The only question that still needs answering is if you had some of the relaxant, would you have gagged so much during that deep throat action the other night?”
Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she brewed her potion, unaware of her Professor’s threatening gaze. Finally, after half an hour had passed, Snape stalked over to Hermione and peered over her shoulder. He leaned in close and his lips hovered centimeters away from her ear, knowing full well that none of his students would pay him any attention, because they did not want to receive attention from him.
His voice was low and incredibly silky, “Miss Granger, about your paper…”
“Yes, sir,” Hermione replied in a low whisper. She could feel the warmth of his body so closely; she was about ready to melt.
“I don’t need a relaxant, the question is: Do you?” Snape blew softly into her ear; Hermione shuddered. “But I guess I will find out all in due time won’t I, Miss Granger?” He sniffed in her scent then stalked back over to his desk.
Hermione breathed deeply trying to force her body to forget his warmth. She could barely stir her potion steadily; her hand was shaking so much. Ron and Harry gave each other worried glances, misunderstanding her unsteady hand for anger.
Ooh, she could hardly wait for Tuesday to come round.
And come round it did. She has never had a more mind-numbingly randy week pass by so slowly. Her patience was wearing so thin she was seriously considering skipping dinner to start off her Sex-Ed class, but she had to save some face while around Snape. No need to seem too earnest.
“Odd…” the door to the classroom was ajar. She pushed it open, it creaked more than usual, “Professor?”
She stepped into the classroom and closed the door. Maybe he’s late, she thought. She perked up when she heard a cluttering noise.
“In here, Miss Granger,” a muffled baritone voice called out from within Snape’s office, which was wide open.
As she entered his office, she noticed the lighting was much more mellow and warm. There was a huge desk and a deep brown leather chair to match. Books lined the walls of his office, it was almost suffocating… almost. The sound of the door slamming startled Hermione. She whirled around to see her Professor dressed down in a white undershirt and black trousers. Her eyes practically jumped out of her sockets when she saw his lean, sculpted figure. His shoulders were broad, and his muscles were well defined, even underneath his shirt. If it weren’t for his teaching robes, she would have seen his small waist and muscled legs long ago.
Being a spy for so long, kept him in shape no doubt, Hermione unconsciously licked her lips, as Snape put up the wards to his office and a few silencing charms.
He smirked then divestoed Hermione of her robes leaving her in just her school uniform. Before she could say anything, he pushed her onto his sofa. Her hair flared out beneath her and her arms rested above her head, which caused her shirt to become un-tucked, revealing some of her stomach; her skirt riding up her thigh ever so slightly. He wanted to see more, but he was saving that treat for next class. Oh, happy day, happy day, he chanted.
“I believe it’s time we begun with your test, Miss Granger,” Snape growled as he bent and crawled over Hermione’s figure. He stopped when he met her face to face; he rested beside her, supporting his weight with his elbow.
“And what would that be, sir?” Hermione asked, her voice cracked with apprehension. She was beginning to feel a little bit scared. I am not too sure if I am ready to lose my virginity on a sofa in my Professor’s office… with my Professor.
“Mutual masturbation,” Snape murmured. Hermione was not able to get a word out as Snape silenced her mouth with his. The force he used to capture her lips made her gasp in pain; he stole the opportunity to deepen the kiss, causing Hermione to moan. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her leg over his waist protectively. Snape groaned at her movements, before growling, “Touch me, Hermione.”
Hermione looked at Snape with longing and fear. She let her hands roam over his back and over his stomach. Snape growled again and slipped his hand beneath her shirt, hoping she would get the idea. She gasped as she felt him pinch her bra-clad nipple. He rewarded her with a rare smile of his and then took her mouth with his again.
Hermione wanted to feel more, more of him. She snaked her hand underneath his shirt and felt the outline of his stomach. She followed the trail of wispy hair up his torso and found his nipple, which she rolled beneath her finger, returning the favor; Snape groaned in her mouth. He nearly bit her lip when he felt her other hand firmly grasp the bulge in his trousers and begun to massage it through the fabric.
It seems, Snape thought, that Miss Granger is ready to begin. He released her nipple from his nimble fingers and caressed his way down to her thigh. The length of his arm allowed him to begin a trail from just above her knee. He stroked her inner thigh, which left her shivering underneath his hand as he grew nearer to her core. Her back arched and her hips bucked as his index finger ran along the slit of her opening through her panties; he chuckled at their wetness.
Hermione couldn’t stand the pleasure he was giving her as he pushed aside her underwear and began to rub along her nether lips. She bit his neck as she unbuttoned his trousers and took hold of his pulsing member in her hands. Before she could get a look, Snape used his free hand to grasp her chin and force her to look into his eyes.
“Eyes up here, Miss Granger. That is for next class,” he purred. “And I forgot to mention to you that underwear from this point on is optional.” He smiled deviously at her before licking at her lips and pushing one slender finger into her heat.
Her delicious moan was muffled by his mouth once more. He paused his ministrations to thrust against her hands to remind her that she was still holding him. Hermione used one hand to stroke his member slowly, in time with his stokes; the other, she used to massage his sac. Hermione took his breathy grunts as approval and increased her tempo.
The two lied beside each other, their arms and legs entwined; barely connected at their mouths, their lips hovered over each other; their eyes drunk with lust, half-lidded in pleasure. Snape was amazed he had lasted this long, Hermione was surprised she hadn’t fainted yet.
Snape wanted to feel more of her, so he flipped her around so her back faced him. He reached over so that one hand massaged her breast and the other was buried in her panties, feverishly plummeting her depths.
“Ohh… Se - Severusss,” Hermione moaned loudly. She reached around to try and grasp his aching member.
“More, more, my name rolling off your lips is more than I can take,” Snape said as he licked the shell of her ear. He growled as Hermione rubbed her bum against his member. “Careful, Hermione,” he purred dangerously, “or I might take you from behind.”
“If only I were so lucky…” she tilted her head back to kiss him.
Snape removed his hand from her breast and placed it on her hip, pushing her hard against his loins so he could grind against her firm ass. He timed his strokes with his movements to imitate what it could be like if it was not his hand. Hermione writhed beautifully beneath him and chanted his name between gasps of pleasure, until it seemed her breath was caught in her throat. The walls of her slick channel began to clamp down on him. He wanted to watch the orgasm he gave her wash over her body; the contorted expression on her face and the display of her pulling on her nipple had made him come hard against her back. He groaned her name in the thick of her hair.
He looked over to see that Hermione had fallen asleep, completely sated and exhausted. Snape removed his hand to scourgify the both of them. He buttoned up his trousers and smoothed out Hermione’s skirt.
“I wonder how well you’ll do next Tuesday,” Snape whispered, smiling smugly to himself. Hermione fidgeted and sighed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him before falling asleep himself.
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