The Seduction of Snape.

Snape watched her leave the library. He buried his face in his hands and hated himself. He had meant what he told her. She was too nice for her own good. He could think of no other reason she would have allowed him to hold and caress her foot. She was simply to nice to pull away. Remembering the feel her soft skin made his cock stir even more and made him hate himself a little bit more.

He was sure that if she was aware of the passion she ignited in him she would run screaming from the room. Well hadn't she already? He moaned as he remembered the feel of her skin on his tongue.

Feeling like a lecherous bastard, Snape gently rubbed his cock through his lounge pants. He listened for any movement up stairs.

While he waited, he allowed himself to think about just how much he enjoyed having her around. How much he liked watching her work, talking with her. No longer a little girl cowed by the nasty Potions Professor, but an adult, willing to give as good as she took, confident enough to trade verbal jibes with him. That she had let him rub her foot tonight, made him believe that she might at least care for him as a person, if not as a friend.

Groaning, he could take it no longer, pulling his cock out of his pants, he begin to stroke.

He would have been very surprised to know that the second Hermione had entered her bedroom, she had stripped down her own pajama pants and quickly rubbed her wet folds, panting his name while she came. Despite her orgasm she still felt anxious and unfulfilled. Restless, she decided to go in search of a glass of milk and maybe a sleeping potion.

Standing at the top of the stairs, she listened carefully. She could still hear the TV going. Not wanting to disturb him, she tip toed down. She was turning to head towards the kitchen when she heard him moan. Moving as quietly as she could, she peeked around the door into the library. Her eyes widened.

Snape sat on the couch, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He was rapidly stroking a huge erection with his right hand. Hermione watched in wonder. There was no finesse in his movements, just rapid, almost brutal stroking. His face was grim as if no pleasure might be gained from the activity, only release. She watched as he stroked even faster, his hips rising off of the couch. Groaning, his hand suddenly ceased all motion as come shot out of tip.

She thought for a moment he had seen her when he hissed her name, but his eyes were still closed and he was still slowly milking the last drops of come from his beautiful cock.

Bewildered, Hermione made her way back upstairs. She still could not guess as to Snape's feelings about her, but it was now quite clear to her that he craved her sexually.

Lying in her bed, she wondered what she should do. Should she say something? She couldn't tell him that she had seen him. She drifted off to sleep, confusion clouding her mind.

Hermione woke to the sound of her cell phone. She answered and immediately became alert. "Certainly Minister. That's wonderful news. I'll see you at the ministry. Yes, I'm very excited."

All thoughts of Snape and the night before vanished from her mind as she jumped up to get ready.