A Special Gift

AN/Don’t own the characters. And everything I have put in this short PWP probably has been done before. Just a short birthday story for Hermione and you know who.


A Special Gift

“Happy Birthday!” Well wishes filled the Gryffindor common room for Hermione Granger as she entered through the portrait.

“Thought we had forgotten, didn’t you?” teased Ginny, giving Hermione a hug.

“Never,” Hermione said smiling, though she had thought everyone had forgotten her birthday. There had been no owls that morning at breakfast, not even from her parents.

“Harry had everyone owl your presents to him so that we could pull off this surprise party,” Ron explained, kissing Hermione’s cheek.

Hermione turned to Harry to receive his hug. “All right present thief,” she chided. “Where are my gifts?”

“First, the traditional song and the cutting of the cake,” Harry reminded her, wagging his finger. “And of course, what is a party without a little humiliation? Ron, Dean.”

Ron and Dean approached Hermione with mischievous grins. “Oh no,” she giggled backing up. “Remember, I am Head Girl and can deduct points.”

“We’ll take the chance,” Ron said as he grabbed one arm and Dean the other.

“It is customary to give the birthday person good luck swats,” Harry explained, grinning as Hermione glared at him, “but in honor, okay in fear, of our Head Girl, we decided on seventeen kisses instead.”

The girls in the room giggled as Hermione flushed. “Three from each of your fellow seventh year fellows and you can chose who you want to get the remaining two from,” Harry said stepping forward. He smiled at her and kissed her on each cheek and once softly on the mouth. Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville followed suit.

“All right Hermione,” Ginny said. “Who do you chose for the remaining two?”

Hermione smiled and beckoned Harry forward. Time for a little payback, she thought as she put her arms around his neck. “Kiss number one,” she whispered, starting at the base of his neck she ran her tongue up under his chin, up to his mouth, where she traced his lips thoroughly before pulling back. Harry’s face was flushed and his eyes sparkled at her. “And number two,” she said as her lips pressed against his, parting them with her tongue. Her tongue traced the contours of his mouth, playing against his until he began to respond. Harry’s arms went around her waist and he pulled her close as a low moan came from his throat.

“Ahem, that’s enough kids,” Ron laughed. “We have innocents in our midst.”

Hermione broke the kiss, grinning. “Thanks for the birthday surprise Harry. Now on to those presents.”

“Right,” Harry mumbled, his face still flushed. He walked stiffly towards the table that held the large cake and gifts. Ron and Dean sniggered as they saw him try to adjust himself discreetly.

Hermione cut the cake and once everyone was enjoying his or her food and butterbeer she picked up her presents. Everything was lovely, from books to a large box of Honeyduke’s chocolates from Hagrid. Finally all that remained was a very tiny box taped to an envelope. Hermione squinted as she read the tiny writing on the box.

‘Do not open until you read the letter. Tonks.’

Odd that Tonks had sent her a gift. She opened the letter.

Hi Hermione,

Happy birthday. I thought, what would a girl want for her birthday that no one else would give her and I remembered our conversation that day when you got Victor’s letter and knew exactly what you needed.’

Hermione’s eyes widened. What on earth could Tonks give her in regards to that conversation they had had the last week of August at Grimmauld Place…

Hermione was sitting alone in the kitchen rereading the letter she had received that morning when Tonks entered. What’s up Hermione? Tonks asked noting Hermione’s red eyes.

“Victor. He broke up with me. Can you believe it? And after we…well,” Hermione flushed.

“After you shagged, did the dirty deed,” Tonks finished for her. “Ah, don’t let it get you down girl. Most men are dogs. Not that I am off putting men mind you, but they are a bit selfish in their needs, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I am afraid so.”

“Take it you didn’t get to ride the wave with old Vikkie.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, see stars, curl your toes, have an orgasm.”

Hermione’s face burned. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Well trust me if you don’t know, then you didn’t. Hope it wasn’t too terrible for you kid.”

“It was sort of nice towards the end, but nothing to get excited about.”

“Give it time. One of these days you will find a guy that will make you lose your mind in the bedroom.”

Hermione snorted. “I doubt that. All that pawing and sweating.”

Tonks grinned. “Trust me kiddo. When it happens you will never want it to stop.”….

Hermione warily continued reading the rest of the letter.

‘Enclosed in the box you will find a crystal, only it really isn’t a crystal. It’s kind of hard to explain, but it’s a little creation of mine I call a ‘Waterwonker’.

Here’s how it works. First you need to find a place where you will not be interrupted for about an hour. Trust me. Open the box and hold the waterwonker in your hand until it warms and turns pink. Then place it in a saucer or cup and cover it with warm water. Be sure to set it on the floor. It takes about two minutes and there you have it. The waterwonker will appear as the person you most desire in your deepest fantasies.

I must waru thu that this may surprise you. The waterwonker searches your innermost thoughts when you hold it and often the person you think will appear doesn’t. It may be someone you have dreamed about and don’t remember or perhaps someone you haven’t realized you feel this way about.

The waterwonker cannot think nor speak, but it will react to your desires and will draw out your deepest fantasies. Let me tell you kid, it can do everything a man can. It’s the best sex toy you will ever find.

I hope you will use it. The waterwonker lasts thirty to forty minutes. Also the spell on the crystal will expire at midnight tonight, after all it is your birthday present. For any reason you want to end the spell, the command is Erasio.

Have fun
Love Tonks

PS I hope you have an orgasm that curls your toes.’

Hermione felt the color rising to her cheeks. What was Tonks thinking? There was no way she was using this, this waterwonker.

“What’s in the box?” Ginny asked. Hermione hurriedly folded the letter and put it in her robes.

“It’s from Tonks. She sent me a good luck charm and told me not to open it till I was alone.”

“Oh, sounds like Tonks. Come on Hermione, the boys are wanting to play a game of spin the bottle.”

Hermione groaned, but followed Ginny over to the center of the room to join in.

****
The party ended at ten, Hermione reminding everyone that tomorrow was a class day. Ron had offered to do an extra patrol tonight so that Hermione could take the evening off.

Sitting in a chair in her small room, Hermione tried to concentrate on her Charms homework but her mind kept straying. Finally she put the book down and picked up the small box containing Tonks gift. She couldn’t, really she wasn’t that type of a person to be interested in erotica. Slowly she opened the box and stared at the small crystal inside. ‘Your deepest fantasy’. Well she definitely had had some racy dreams in the past months though her experience with Victor had shown her that reality was lacking in that department.

Hermione blushed as she made up her mind. You only live once she told herself as she undressed. If she was going to put Tonks present to use it wouldn’t be here. She slipped on her bathrobe, pocketed the crystal and letter and headed towards the prefects’ bath.

****

Stopping outside the portrait, Hermione heard voices. Well that takes care of that. The bathroom was occupied. Probably for the best she thought as she turned to head back to Gryffindor. Then she had a thought. Why not? She had a special requirement tonight.

****
Hermione stood nervously in the center of the room of requirement. The last time she had been in here it had been to train with the DA. Now it looked much different. The room was dark except for several dozen candles that glowed softly. The floor was littered with plump silk pillows in all shapes and sizes. The aroma of oranges and spice filled the air. A pitcher of warm water and a bowl were also available on a table.

‘Here goes nothing,’ she thought pulling out the crystal and holding it in her fist. ‘I wonder who my fantasy lover will be. I would have thought it was Victor but now I am not so sure.’ That was the annoying thing about her dreams. She never could make out who the man was that kissed and caressed her, driving her into such a frenzy she often woke with her knickers soaking wet. All she ever remembered was that he had black hair. ‘Maybe it will be Harry, she thought smiling. Or perhaps Terry Boot.’

The crystal in her warmed and she opened her fist to see that it had turned a soft pink. Going over to the table she placed it in the bowl and covered it with the water. Sitting the bowl on the floor she stepped back, holding her breath as she watched a figure begin to arise from the water. She watched as it transformed, taking on shape, a tall figure with black hair and robes…Dear Merlin, no it couldn’t be. Hermione groaned and put her hand over her face, not believing what she was seeing. When she peeked through her fingers she knew she wasn’t imaging it. Professor Snape.

There had to be a mistake, her fantasy lover was not Snape. Never. She took her hand away from her face and looked at the waterwonker again. There was no doubt. Professor Snape stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, a half smile on his face, the dark eyes boring into her.

‘But why would I ever dream about him? He’s so nasty to the students…but so intelligent. Unfair…but brave, working as a spy for the Order. And that nose…but that voice, that sent shivers down her spine in class when he spoke. Doesn’t he ever wash his hair?…those fingers that caressed potion ingredients, long, wondrous digits that probably could make her skin sing…’

Hermione jumped as the waterwonker Snape came to her. He raised his hands to touch her face, light, gentle touches that sent a spark through her.

“Wait a minute,” Hermione said unnerved. The waterwonker stopped. ‘Am I really going to do this?’ she thought turning her back on him. Flushing she realized that she did want to do this. No one would ever know. It was just a fantasy, an extension of her dreams.

“Alright,” she said turning back to him. “I think I can do…” Hers words were cut off as Snape grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione moaned, as his mouth tasted hers, gentle then bruising, his tongue tracing her lips, coaxing hers into his mouth. Ripples of excitement ran up and down her as she put her arms around his neck.

Snape moved from her lips to her throat, soft biting nips, his tongue tracing down to her collarbone then back up to her ear, where he bit softly on the lobe. Hermione felt her knees weaken when he returned to her mouth, the kisses stealing her breath with the intensity. She felt his hands move to her waist and untie her robe. Cool air brushed across her skin, causing her nipples to harden.

His hands were now pushing the robe from her shoulders, his lips still caressing hers. “Wait,” she said pushing him away. “I have always wanted to know what you hid beneath those robes, Severus.” She giggled. If Ron or Harry could see her now.

Snape nodded and removed his robes. He stood there allowing Hermione to look her fill.
‘My, my Granger, you did have a nice fantasy,’ she thought blushing at the size of his erection. “So Professor,” she said, fully into this now, “what naughty things have you been wanting to do with me?”

Snape lifted her in his arms and knelt down, laying her on the pillows. Hermione gasped as he his mouth enclosed over her taut nipple, his tongue swirling and licking. Moaning she wondered what it would be like to have that tongue used on her…my gods, she thought, as Snape left her breast kissing his way down her stomach. He isn’t…oh my… he is…she thought she would scream as his mouth pressed between her legs. She felt his fingers on her folds and then….Hermione moaned loudly as his tongue began to lick and swirl on her clit. Her hands fisted in his hair and she writhed in pleasure.

****
Severus Snape walked stealthily down the hall, his dark eyes glancing into the shadows. He stopped often to listen carefully for any noises. So far it had been a very satisfying evening. House points had been deducted from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, twice from Ravenclaw, as he had caught students out past curfew. Now if he could just find a Gryffindor his evening would be complete.

Severus turned the corner that led towards the main entrance when he spotted it. That door. It wasn’t there before and he knew that someone had summoned the room of requirement. A smile crossed his face as he neared the door, for he would bet money that it was probably being used for a tryst. Leaning against the door, he held his breath as he listened. The smile widened as he heard a girl’s voice full of passion. “Oh yes. That feels sooooo good.”

His eyes narrowed as he recognized the voice. This was indeed turning into a satisfactory night. Granger, Head Girl, a Gryffindor, was in that room with a lover and from the sounds she was making, she was not just snogging.

Turning the doorknob slowly, Severus opened the door, slipping into the room and pulling the door shut behind him. His heart sped up a bit as he looked at the scene before him. Hermione Granger was lying on several pillows, her head thrown back, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, moaning and gasping. Severus’ eyes lingered on her full breasts a moment before moving lower. He saw her hands tangled in the dark hair of a man whose face was pressed between her legs.

“Well, well, Miss Granger.”

Hermione frozPleaPlease, don’t let it be….she opened her eyes and saw the real Professor Snape standing a few yards away, a triumphant look on his face. Pushing at the waterwonker, she scrambled away from him and grabbed pillows, covering herself. “Professor…I…it’s not what you think…” she began, but then she saw the look on Snape’s face change from one of triumphant, to disbelief.

Severus blinked. The man that had been orally pleasuring Granger now sat cross-legged amidst the pillows looking at him. Severus was looking at himself.

“What,” Hermione cringed as she heard the rage in Professor Snape’s voice, “are you playing at Miss Granger?” Severus roared. Crossing the distance between them, Severus stood over the waterwonker. “What kind of magic is this? Have you and one of your stupid friends used Polyjuice Potion to make fun of me?”

He turned on her, his eyes blazing. “Answer me know Granger, or I will be taking you and your friend to the Headmaster for expulsion.”

“No, no sir,” Hermione said, her eyes starting to burn. “Its nothing like that…you see today is my birthday…”

“Silence. You will tell me who this is impersonating me!”

“It is no one,” Hermione said angrily. “I will prove it. Erasio.” The waterwonker Snape began to dissolve, slowly twisting until there was nothing left but a small puddle of water. “See. It was no one Professor. Just an illusion.”

Severus stared at the puddle. “Miss Granger,” he said in a low, quiet tone that Hermione knew meant disaster, “This magic is illegal. To impersonate another is considered dark magic. Would you care to explain?”

“It isn’t. It, the spell, it…,” Hermione blushed, “was only for sexual pleasure.”

He stared at her, his eyes boring into hers. “I have trouble believing that Miss Granger.”

“I can prove it. The spell was a birthday gift from Tonks. Her letter is in my robe pocket.” Hermione tried, wanting him to retrieve her robe that lay a couple of yards away. She sighed as he stood there waiting. Trying to hold the pillows in place, she crawled over to her robe. Holding it to her she pulled Tonks’ letter and held it out to Severus.

After a few moments, Severus took it from her. Hermione slipped into her robe as he read, her face hot. ‘ If I get out of this I will murder you Tonks,’ she thought. Finally Severus folded the letter and handed it back to her.

“I was planning to take a very large amount of points away from your house Miss Granger, but perhaps I will rethink the amount if you will answer a question.”

Hermione looked at him warily. “Alright.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

His mouth twitched before he spoke. “Have an orgasm that curled your toes?”

Hermione felt her face burn hot but she did not look away from him. “No. You interrupted.” She watched curiously as a strange look flickered across his face. A half smile appeared, just like the one the waterwonker had worn.

“Then perhaps I should continue what I so rudely interrupted myself doing. It is after all your birthday.”

She looked at him incredulously for a moment, before she grinned. “Yes,” Hermione said moving to stand in front of him, “it is my birthday and I would like to have an answer to that question.”

‘I am going to have to write Tonks one hell of a thank you note,’ Hermione thought as Severus pulled her to him, his mouth claiming hers.

The End.