A Change of Venue 2: Granger Services, Inc

Chapter 9 ~ Completion

Snape slowly leaned forward and placed his hands on the mattress so he was on all fours. Hermione watched breathlessly as he slid back, then lowered himself to the bed. He was slow, almost cautious as he brought his face closer to her core.

He looked up at her, then inhaled deeply, his eyes closing as he drew in the scent of her. He did this several times and Hermione writhed a bit.

"Kiss it," she breathed.

Snape's eyes opened, then he moved his face closer and kissed the little heart. The whole area was moist from her release and without being instructed, Snape turned his head slightly and drew his tongue over her wet inner thigh.

"Oooh," Hermione moaned. "That feels good."

It tasted good, too. Snape began to methodically clean the area, his tongue supple, gentle and thorough. Hermione squirmed in pleasure as she encouraged him. Snape could feel himself swelling again. He was getting another erection. His cock felt so tight.

"Yesss. Oooh. Mmmm."

Hermione's moans of pleasure made him more thorough and he licked her skin, even slipped his tongue between her cleft, until he couldn't taste anything more of her release. Then he drew back slightly and looked up at Hermione.

"I'm going to the middle now," he said softly, then he carefully brought one hand forward and parted the lips of her pussy. Here, around the swollen clit was a bit more moisture, and it was white like cream. Snape's nostrils flared as he studied the delicate pink flesh.

Hermione lay perfectly still, holding her breath.

"Wait for it," she told herself.

Snape's tongue flicked forward, running up the left side of her clit.

"Oh, oh shit!" Hermione cried, buckling at the sensation.

Snape's eyes were on her red face as he licked the other side.

"Arrrrgh!" Hermione groaned, her head twisting before her thighs clamped around his head and one hand fisted into his lank hair.

"MORE!"

Hermione ground Snape's face nose-first into her pussy, and, because he wanted to survive, he quickly adjusted himself, using his hands to push her thighs open and began to lick her middle in earnest.

"Oh yes! That's it! That's—oh—Circe—yes! Suck on my clit!"

Hermione grabbed his shirt from the back and started yanking it upward. Snape resisted but she managed to get the fabric over his head. He had no choice but to slide out of it if he wanted to continue.

And it did. The shirt came off and Hermione threw it aside. Snape returned to her core and her fingers once again tangled in his hair. His tongue returned to her skin and Hermione began to moan as he learned his new craft.

With his gentleness and acute sense of what worked and what didn't work with Hermione, Severus Snape was a natural muff diver. When he realized how sensitive her clit was, he used his tongue to run little circles over and around it.

Despite how Hermione tugged on his hair and swirled her pelvis, Snape remained gentle as he tongued her. He was doing it. He was giving her pleasure and he didn't feel as if he would explode, although he couldn't remember feeling harder than he did right now.

He worked on Hermione for nearly fifteen minutes before she began to tremble, then keened, a slow rolling gush of liquid rolling out of her, hot and earthy.

He'd done it again.

Snape held her thighs apart and drank down this new gift as Hermione's hand fell from his hair.

"I want you inside me. Now," she breathed up at him, her eyes wet. "Fuck me, now, Severus. I just have to feel you inside me."

Snape was ready. He quickly pulled down his pajama bottoms, not feeling anything but his lust as he wrestle out first one leg, then the other, then positioned himself over Hermione's body. She had slid down during oral sex and was on the mattress proper. Her legs were already spread and knees up.

Snape was very slender, and his ribs could be seen slightly. He was also very pale, the kind of pale that comes from the lack of light exposure or being covered up. He could be described as almost frail-looking except for the sinewy musculature around his arms and legs. There were scars. Many scars, mostly on his back. These were the testament of his true strength. Looks could be deceiving.

His cock was of average length, pale and uncirmcumcized. It had a bit of girth, however, and the tip of it was very pink, the head large and fluted.

Snape grasped his cock and slid it between her passion plumped lower lips. Hermione squealed as his hardness ran over her clit. This was followed by a loud "Yes!" as he sunk inside her. Snape looked a bit startled before his mouth dropped open at all the soft warmth wrapped around him. He held himself up on his hands as he looked down to where their bodies connected, his pale shaft embedded halfway inside her. He felt a tightness in his groin.

"Fuck me," Hermione hissed at him, her hands pulling on his waist and drawing him deeper.

Snape made a choked noise, then pulled back jerkily, Hermione's soft sleeve caressing his length. He made another sound as he pushed back in, sinking deeper as Hermione groaned, looking up at him.

"Oh, gods—you're doing me," she breathed at him as he pulled back slowly, savoring the sensation of her soft inner flesh. "Severus Snape is doing me. I've died. I've died and this is Heaven."

Snape slowly caught a rhythm. His stroke was rather jerky because he felt as if he'd explode from pleasure with every movement. But it felt wonderful. He focused, his eyes watching his length appear and disappear between Hermione's thighs as she babbled her pleasure and disbelief, her hands running over his thin body, his back and buttocks. She really didn't care about his scars or his physique. It was crystal clear she was into him—just him.

And he was into her.

Hermione began to pump her pelvis, helping him but changing his angle of descent. Snape's eyes nearly rolled up into his head as the squishing sounds started, her pussy hot, wet and slick around him. He was wet up to his loins, Hermione lubrication clinging like little pearls to his pubic hairs.

Suddenly, Hermione stiffened and let out a wail. Snape gasped as her sleeve tightened like a fist around him, then erupted, heat boiling over his cock as she came again.

"Unnnngh!" Snape groaned as he released after her, his cock pulsing counterpoint to her pulsing and bliss thrumming through him. Every muscle in his body contracted as he came, filling Hermione with his seed. He dropped on top of her, spent and gasping.

They lay that way for a minute or two, Hermione's fingers playing in his lank hair.

"Severus?"

"Hmm?"

"I told you not to worry, didn't I?"

"Yes. Yes, you did."


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They had intercourse twice more that night. Hermione gave Snape a slow, gentle blowjob that he loved, and taught him how to tongue kiss, which he also loved. He also learned how to kiss her body and how to enjoy having his own body kissed. Hermione seemed to have no issue with his build or color, and when he left the next morning, he was more than pleased.

But he did take his five hundred galleons.


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Three weeks later, Hermione was called out of class down to the school's Accounting. Office.

When she left the office, she looked a bit dazed, then exited the school. She immediately Disapparated.

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"Did I do what?" Lucius asked Hermione, who was seated in his drawing room. Narcissa sat across from her, drinking tea and subtly studying her.

"Pay for my next three years of university?"

Lucius laughed.

"I have to admit you're good, Hermione, but not that good. I would never pay your tuition. Not even for a year, much less three years," he said, shaking his head.

"Do you have any other wealthy clients, Hermione?" Narcissa asked her.

"Not that I know of," she replied.

"Maybe you have an anonymous patron. Someone who's never been a client, but admires your intelligence. You are a heroine after all. Someone may have taken a belated interest," Narcissa suggested.

"I don't know many people who would throw that kind of money around," Lucius said, "but, Hermione, since you're here, what do you say—"

Narcissa's blue eyes narrowed slightly and a twisted smile played around her lips.

"—to a threesome? I'll pay you handsomely."

"No."

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Class let out and Snape shook his head at the pile of parchments on his desk. He hoped at least a third of them would be passable. He collected them together then stood up to leave when a voice said, "Hello, Severus."

He looked up, a bit startled.

"Hermione?"

Hermione stood by the open classroom door.

"Yes, Hermione," she replied, walking in and closing the door behind her. "I came here to ask you are you trying to put me out of business?"

Snape put down the parchments and scowled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he snapped at her.

"My education's been completely paid for," she said softly.

"How nice for you."

The couple looked at each other stonily for a moment.

"I know it was you, Severus. I investigated. The school wouldn't tell me who paid it, but you didn't tell the goblins at Gringotts to withhold any information. I simply walked in and asked if Severus Snape had completed transferring my tuition money to the school and gave them my name and showed my identification," Hermione informed him. "They told me 'yes.'"

Snape just blinked at her.

"I can't take your money," she said softly. "It's very kind of you, but it's far too much money to just accept."

"You can work it off," Snape replied, just as softly. "You won't need any other clients, now. Just—me, if you'll agree."

Hermione gave him a small smile.

"You ARE trying to put me out of business."

"Yes, I am. I told you I am a selfish man."

"Hm, I have to think about this," Hermione said, crossing her arms and drumming three fingers near her elbow.

Snape stood behind his desk stiffly. He might want her, but that didn't mean Hermione wanted him beyond that one night. Her fantasy had been fulfilled after all. He was still unattractive, still alone and still socially awkward.

So, he waited for rejection.

It never came.

THE END

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A/N: This was never meant to be a long story, so I ended it here, on a happy note, of course. Thanks so much for reading. ***