Forbidden Lover

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I had to really rewrite this chapter. The smut was boring. Enjoy!! And REVIEW!



Chapter Eight
A Snape is Never Too Old to Learn New Tricks


Severus sighed. He had spent the majority of his summer sleeping in Hermione's bed with her attempting to seduce him. He'd resisted her pleas not because he didn't want her, but because he wanted it to be good for her when he did, and he wasn't sure enough of himself. He'd spent some of his free time when she was occupied during the day reading up on sex and how to pleasure a woman - an embarrassing thing at his age, or so he thought. But when one had been a Death Eater for years one needed all the help one could get.


Not that he was planning on ever redeeming himself. There would always be the evil, dark side living with him. Severus could never be the sweet prince charming found in fairy tales. He was an old, opinionated, and hateful potions master, and always would be. He had never pictured himself with a woman, especially not Hermione Granger. Until he'd developed his feelings for her, he'd always resigned himself to being alone in his dark dungeon rooms.


Severus was getting looks from Dumbledore along with subtle questions designed to find out where he'd been disappearing to, but he resisted answering any of them. He was not going to implicate himself or Hermione in anything that involved the headmaster. Of course, he would be fired if Dumbledore suspected he was having a romance with Hogwart's star pupil.

He kept asking himself if it was possible that he was in love. All his life he'd ignored love, hadn't really known what it was, and it was the question he kept asking himself now. He missed Hermione during the day when he was back at Hogwarts and she in London with her parents. He'd spied on them several times when he couldn't stand not seeing her. The Mother didn't look too bad, although Severus thought her to be a fussbudget. He preferred to have Hermione alone with him where they could read their books, and just enjoy one another's' company.

Hermione's birthday was coming up; just as the new school term would be starting. She would be eighteen by wizarding standards. Severus had been thinking about he might give her as a present. Other than the snake necklace she still wore, she didn't care for jewelry. He was reading another of his sex instruction books when it dawned on him what he could give her. The thought actually made him blush but it was something she'd been wanting.

He'd decided that he would make love to her on her birthday.

Hermione herself was disappointed that her ongoing tactics to get Professor Snape inside her were failing. She'd nearly resorted to asking her Mum how you got a man to actually do the act but thought better of it when she realized that it would only bring on a barrage of questions from her. So far he'd been with her every night. There were other questions she wanted to ask Mum as well, but didn't dare. She remembered how Professor Snape had acted when she'd informed him last Christmas that she was on her period. Did men like that? Could you have sex then? He'd had an interested look on his face and a strange gleam in his eye. She suspected that it could be something from his Death Eater days. She'd written to Harry to ask what he knew about the Death Eaters, but he'd written back telling her firmly that she was better off not knowing about the death and destruction that they'd caused.

She'd heard women speak of frustration and Hermione assumed that was what she was experiencing. It wasn't that Snape didn't do anything--- that would be a completely wrong statement. They'd gone as far as sleeping naked next to one another. That one time that they had, she'd nearly managed to get herself in a position to get him inside her. It hadn't been exactly right and he'd moved away quickly. She also noticed that he blushed sometimes, and wondered why. He was an older, experienced man, so he would have no reason to blush.

The two of them had explored each other's bodies, and brought one another off repeatedly by different means, always stopping short of the actual act. Hermione didn't say anything to him, but it left her with mixed feelings; one of expectation that didn't materialize and a continued need to have him close as he could get to her. The growing itch was inside her self and needed to be scratched.

At least with the new school year drawing close - her last - she would be able to be with him every day. The question of him sharing her bed at night wasn't resolved. As head girl, she would have a private room but with Dumbledore around, and it being on Hogwarts grounds, they would probably have to remain apart.


Margaret Granger was preparing for her daughter's birthday, which should have been her seventeenth. But Hermione had explained to her about this thing called a time turner that she had used once which aged her a year. So she had ceded and agreed it would be celebrated as her eighteenth. She sighed. They grew up so fast. Over the summer, she'd noticed a change in her daughter; in the way she moved and carried herself. She had a special sparkle about her. Margaret had to admit that the girl had to be in love. The look in her eye could be nothing else. She'd never seen her so happy. She just wished that she would share her hidden boyfriend with her family.

She was careful not to ask Hermione any more questions about him. Herm had always come to her when she wanted to say or ask something, and this was no different, even if Margaret was dying to know the whole story. She'd seen no letters or any sign of a man all summer. However, given the fact that her daughter was a witch, it didn't mean she wasn't communicating with the unknown man in some way. Margaret would have invited him to the quiet birthday dinner, had she known how to find him.

Hermione woke up alone on the morning of her birthday. She frowned at the empty pillow next to her, which bore a bouquet of black roses. She'd spent another night trying to convince Snape to make love to her. He'd made her come again and again with his talented mouth instead, leaving her still wanting more despite being exhausted.


She was still thinking about it all through her birthday dinner. She kept looking at her Mum, trying to decide if she really wanted to ask her some of the questions rolling around her taxed mind.

"You're awfully quiet tonight, dear," Matt Granger said.

"Are you all right?" Margaret asked, serving her a slice of the birthday cake with some ice cream.

"I'm fine," Hermione replied. "I just have a lot on my mind. You know, with school starting back and all."

"It's your last year, better enjoy it," Matt said.

"I know. By wizarding standards, I'll be a full fledged witch next summer."

"Any thoughts as to what you want to do when you graduate?"

"Now, honey," Margaret said to her husband, "Don't you think it's a bit early to ask her that?"

"When I was her age, I was thinking about marrying you." He grinned through a mouthful of cake.

Marriage? Her? To Professor Snape? She hadn't really thought about it. If they were married, he'd have to make love to her. Okay, so she was too curious for her own good. And truthfully, she had to admit she was falling in love with the man that she kept referring to as "Professor" or "Snape". Maybe she should just accept what they had for now and not push the issue. Snape was right, in a way. She would be what the muggles called jailbait. Not that the Bobbies could ever catch a wizard as clever as Snape was. At least now with her birthday, she was an adult by wizard standards, and a nervous adult at that.

Her dad settled into his television right after dinner, and Hermione helped her Mum load the dishwasher.

"I'm going to miss you," Margaret said.

"Gee Mum, I'll miss you too. But I go away every year."

"I don't think it's ever going to be the same, dear." She put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "You're growing up, and changing. I've seen it happening. Pretty soon, you'll be on your own."

Would Snape really want to marry me, so we could be together all the time?

Hermione said nothing, just gave her Mum a half smile.

"I have another gift for you," Margaret motioned her up the back stairway as she took off her apron and tossed it over its usual hook in the kitchen.

"What is it?"

"It's a little something for your hope chest," she explained, going into hers and Matts bedroom. Hermione followed her.

She withdrew a nice sized box from under the bed, and gave it to her daughter with a lopsided grin.

"Go ahead, open it."

Hermione sat down on the bed and opened the box. Under layers of tissue, she found a lovely gown and robe of very thin satin. The robe reminded her of old Jean Harlow films, with soft ostrich feathers around the sleeves. There was a pair of matching low-heeled slippers with it.

"It's for your wedding night, whenever you get married."

"It's lovely, Mum, but it may be a long time before I need it."

"I'm not so sure about that," Margaret said.

"Why not?"

"Call it a mother's intuition." She looked at Hermione. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Hermione looked down at the floor, feeling a blush start as she thought about her and the Professor in her bed.

"I see. So I'm better off not knowing then?"

"Mum, I.."

She smiled at her daughter fondly, and then hugged her, box and all.

"I love you and I'm going to miss you and our talks. But I'll only be an owl away."

"I love you too, Mum." Hermione gathered the box, and started to leave, then turned. "Mum?"

"Yes?"

"I'm still a virgin---and I really don't want to be any more."

That was the last thing Margaret Granger expected to hear.

"Come here, dear, I'll listen if you want me to...."


Hermione felt better after she'd confessed to her Mum about Professor Snape. Margaret had been surprised, but not as upset as she thought she would be. It was a shock only because Hermione had hated Snape for all those years. She'd also hinted that she'd seen him that summer without telling her directly that he had been in her bedroom at night.

Margaret didn't tell her daughter that she suspected a man had been in her room with her. She'd given her some advice that she shouldn't about seduction. Matt wouldn't be speaking to her if he found out. Yes, she was really being too up front with her only child. But, she also gave her the help she wished her own mother had given her. She knew Hermione well enough that once her mind was made up about something, she would be determined to see it through. So she'd helped instead of hindering. Now she would have to make sure Matt was happy tonight as well as distract herself from worrying about her child. She only hoped Hermione would be happy with the Professor.


Hermione took a long bath that evening and put on the outfit her Mum had given her. She wasn't going to put it away in a chest. She felt like she needed all the help that she could get at the moment. She saw what Mum meant about not showing everything. The gown only hinted at what was hidden underneath. She'd been thinking about the brooding Professor all afternoon. Her body, it seemed was ready for him. She lay on the bed to wait, not realizing what an erotic picture she made propped on pillows, arms behind her head, and one knee bent. The smooth light satin had slid down to her thigh, exposing her leg. She looked at the soft skin and ran one hand down it, pretending it was his hand instead.

She ran the hand up her inner thigh to her center, which was thick with wetness. Hermione moaned in her throat as she rubbed herself, spreading it around. Her other hand undid the belt to the robe and found its way to her rapidly swelling breast. She plucked at her hard nipple, slightly pinching. The arousal ran straight from her nipple to her clitoris and resulted in an additional rush of fluid to her opening. The tip of her finger played in the slit, teasing it and then slowly sliding inside.

This was how Professor Snape found her; on the bed with the gown pushed up, legs spread, caressing her self and gasping. The effect on him was immediate. He was already aroused, having carefully planned his seduction of her. Actually reading the Kama Sutra instead of looking at the drawings had helped him. Hermione's eyes were closed, so she didn't notice him as he quickly disposed of his clothing and warded the door, the aroma of her arousal beckoning to him.

"Ooooohhh," she groaned. Suddenly a hand closed over hers, removing it from its stroking. Hermione’s eyes flew open to meet the black orbs that were above her.

"Good evening," Severus said. His voice was like velvet in her ear. His finger slid slowly into the waiting slickness between her thighs just as her own had done.

Hermione gasped and shivered at the heat of his finger.

"Playing without me? How naughty," he drawled as he bit the side of her neck.

"I was thinking about you," she confessed in a breathy whisper.

"Really?"

"Yessss."

"What was I doing?"

"Thissss."

"You sure that I wasn't up to more..... carnal pursuits, Hermione?"

"Oooohhhhh." His finger was moving deeper, rubbing at a spot deep inside he’d never found before. The other hand had effectively removed her sexy shoes and tossed them aside where they landed with two separate thumps on the floor. Eagerly, Severus’ mouth closed over a nipple and sucked at through the satin, wetting it and molding it. "Gods, Professor."

"Severus," he corrected her.

"Severus?" she thought wildly.

"Let's get these off," Severus said, feeling his patience running out. He was eager to have her since he’d finally made up his mind.

You know you want to fuck her Severus. You don't have to sugar coat it and be the mushy lover. Hold her ass down and fuck her till she screams.

Hermione whimpered her disappointment as he removed her robe and gown, running his hands down her small, sleek body.

"Tonight's your birthday," he murmured. "I have a special gift for you."

He shifted to kiss her and his hand returned to taunt her hard little bud until she was wriggling her hips.

"What is it," she gasped out.

“Me.”

Hot feelings darted right through the middle of her stomach as she saw he was not playing but quite serious. He had her spread widely, and Hermione felt the heavy press of his body hair against her lower belly. He rubbed his thick erection up and down her wet crevice wanting her to feel how very hot and heavy he was there.

"Sssseverus."

"Is this not what you wanted?" His breath blew into her ear as he bit the lobe.

"Yes!"

Go ahead and slam in there Severus. She'll bleed, and you can smell the blood, feel it on you.

Fuck you, he thought. Go to hell. I am doing this my way. He felt like choking the Death Eater.


Severus took her mouth in a long, hot kiss as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clitoris, encircling it and brushing over the sensitive tip. Hermione’s body jerked underneath him and her hips tilted, pushing upwards.

Holy Merlin’s balls. The first real touch of his cock head against the entrance to her vagina scalded him. Her wetness mingled with the pearly drops of pre cum that were leaking from his cock, coating the mushrooming head and making his foreskin roll further back.

“Do it, Severus,” Hermione begged; her voice husky with need. Curiosity got the best of her and her small hand left his back to timidly touch and then encircle the exposed length of his cock, her thumb tracing some of the throbbing veins.

“Gods, Hermione,” Severus gasped, pumping against the vise of her hand, his cock head forcing her slit apart.

“Do it now.” Her eyes were dark and shining with lust. “Fuck me.”

He forcibly removed her hand, unable to stand the sensation. The urge to thrust forward recklessly was killing him. He paused momentarily, his eyes closed as he willed himself to calm down a little. It was hard to do when he was barely lodged in her opening, the head of his cock being squeezed by her heat and tightness.

“Gods, yes,” he growled, shoving forward greedily. His hips were forceful, propelling his thick member into the small space of her willing vagina.

Hermione yelped at the sudden and intense pain of having her walls shoved apart to accommodate his length and girth. The burning sensation went deep inside, and she shifted her hips, trying to dislodge him, a few tears stinging at her eyes.

“Stop,” Severus rasped in her ear, bracing his arms on either side of her.
“I know it hurts.”

One hand slid between their bodies to stroke her clitoris again. Instantly Hermione’s inner muscles clamped down harder on his tortured cock, causing him to swear in frustration. It drew her attention away from the dwindling pain and rekindled the desire she’d had earlier.

Slowly Severus withdrew to the tip and thrust his cock back in. Hermione trembled and gasped, her legs opening wider. He began to rock against her as she struggled to match his rhythm. The pain had been replaced by a hungry need to have all of him, to feel his balls slapping against her ass.

Hermione’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. The new position moved his thrusting to a deeper level that made her cry out as pools of sensation focused on her opening and her clit and her womb.

Severus was whispering words of encouragement in her ear, telling her how much he’d wanted her as he began to grind against her each time he hit bottom. She squealed as he pressed forward a measure more, finding her cervix and caressing it.

Hermione’s mind barely registered her shrieks of pleasure as things began to spiral out of control, the ripples of pleasure as his cock stroked her hard starting at her clit and radiating both inside and out of her. Two more thrusts sent her skyward, her vagina clutching and milking Severus’ slick cock as she gripped his pistoning buttocks, trying to shove him into her even harder. Hermione saw stars. Strangled cries mingled with his name made Severus slam into her ruthlessly, pummeling her through her orgasm as he felt his balls tighten.

She went limp under him as he grabbed her hips and shoved deeply one last time. Thick jets of his seed poured out, and he ground against her, wanting her to take every drop.

The two lay tangled on the bed, their bodies sweaty. As Hermione slowly came to her senses, the roar of her heartbeat and Severus’ labored breathing were the first sounds she heard. His face was buried in her neck. Tingles of pleasure still flowed from the place where they were still joined together. She stroked his back, cuddling him and feeling secure under his weight.

Slowly, Severus lifted his head, thinking:


I hope I did it right. She doesn't seem upset with me.

Making love to Hermione had proved easier than Severus had ever thought it would be. It was a change from the struggling, kicking and biting females he'd tangled with in the past. It was the first thing other than her Christmas gift that he'd been given willingly.

He weakly withdrew his weight from her. She protested and he put a finger to his lips as he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself with a scourgifying charm, returning with two damp cloths in his hand.

Hermione looked at him, puzzled, and he reclined on his side next to her, using one cloth to gently clean away the blood and evidence of their lovemaking. He pressed the second cool cloth between her legs, leaving it there.

"That should help stop the bleeding," Severus explained, grinning when she blushed.

He then pulled the covers over them, and took her into his arms again.

"Happy?"

"Very."

"Good. Happy birthday, love."

Going after a student might be wrong, but Severus was pleased. For him, the next to hardest part was over. And except for the Death Eater that refused to go away, life was good for the first time in years.