The Forbidden Gift

A short PWP written in first person from Severus Snape’s point of view. The inspiration for this story goes to Severus Snape, a.k.a., Foolish Wand Waving. *wink* It’s a different style than what I usually write, but with Severus’ encouragement, I decided to expand my genre.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters, but I am willing to adopt Severus. The gods knows he spends enough time at my house as it is. I am still in negotiations with J.K. on acquiring him.

Thank you Snapesbbwlover and Shem for looking over this story, beta reading it, and giving me your opinions and suggestions. I value them.

Hugs,
Corazon

The Forbidden Gift

Watching the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes snake their way around her delicate face, it is evident to me that Miss Granger has clearly peted ted another potion. Diverting my eyes back to the essays I have been painstakingly grading for the past hour, I try not to make it obvious that I have been observing her rather than attentively evaluating my student’s pathetic attempt at what they consider an essay to be.

With my quill in my hand, I move only my eyes to observe her bottling the potion. I’m still apprehensive as to why she purposely earned detention. Hermione Granger does not get detention, but then again neither does she purposely add the wrong ingredient, causing her cauldron to melt.

Watching her push her hair back behind one ear, I place my quill on the desk and silently watch her as she reluctantly approaches my desk with the sample of her potion she was required to brew tonight.

“Here’s my potion, sir,” she says. Her voice is nervous, lacking the self-confidence she has shown over the last several years. Not making any attempt to accept her potion, I narrow my eyes and glare at her just long enough to make her even more uncomfortable, causing her to bite her bottom lip.

Witnessing death and destruction has caused Miss Granger has become, should I say more secure in her actions over the past two years. She is no longer that little girl who I could make cry with less than five words. She rarely gave into my intimidation, yet here she is biting her bottom lip. Maybe now I will discover why she earned detention.

Reaching out for her bottled potion, I grasp it in my hand. Unexpectedly she reaches up with her other hand, covering my hand with hers. I stare at her for a moment, studying her eyes that are locked onto mine. Her breathing is shallow, showing her apprehensiveness. I hear her swallow hard, exposing her vulnerability.

Rarely have I seen this girl that is standing in front of me show her vulnerable side. As tempting as it is to crush her now, I decide to play along with this game. I have given her too much credit. She is clearly as foolish as Potter and Weasley.

Abruptly getting to my feet, I easily tower over her while I snatch the potion from her hands and place it on my desk. Her eyes widen, showing fear. My lip slightly curls in the corner of my mouth as I savor the power that causes fear in others. I take a step toward her and she quickly steps back. Whatever her plan may be, she is loosing ground. I take another step toward her and again she steps back.

I have no desire to corner a defenseless animal, but then againss Gss Granger is anything but defenseless. I take one more step, a longer one this , ba, backing her against the cold stone wall.

Her eyes widen. Her pupils are dilated. Her breathing quickens. She is well aware that she is no longer in control. I slightly tilt my head to the side as my eyes scan her face. Her skin is pale from a lack of sunlight due to her desire for knowledge, but her lips are full and pink. Oh to taste those lips.

It’s forbidden to touch a student. That is what I am told. I raise my hand in front of her face. With the back of my hand I touch her just below her ear where her jaw begins and run my fingers along her jaw line to her lips, watching her them part. She is about to say something, but doesn’t. Turning my hand, I graze her lips with my thumb. They are still parted. It’s forbidden to touch a student.

I slip my thumb past her lips. Closing her mouth around me, I feel her warm tongue slowly stroke me. I look at her eyes to see them locked onto mine. She takes my thumb further into her mouth and begins sucking while continuing to stroke it. My fingers fan out along her jaw, cheek and neck. Lightly I stroke her skin. I never anticipated how soft her skin could be. I watch her slightly roll her eyes as she closes her eyelids. Her mouth moves forward, taking more of my thumb into her mouth.

My other hand moves to the back of her head and seizes a handful of hair. Snapping her head back, her eyes fly open as I pull my thumb out of her mouth. Before she can respond, I cover her mouth with mine. Crushing her lips, I graze my teeth against hers. She tries to pull back, but I pull her closer, making it clear she will comply.

I try to enter my tongue into her mouth, but she doesn’t open. Jerking her head back again, her mouth opens to protest the pain and I thrust my tongue into her mouth while pinning her body against the wall with mine. She made her intentions clear when she initiated this by taking my thumb into her mouth and I am making it clear that what she had started, I will finish, on my terms.

Thrusting my tongue further into her mouth, I hear her whimper before finally responding by opening wider for me. I can taste the spearmint on her tongue and mouth. Her tongue begins to stroke me back. I feel her hands cautiously move around my waist, slowly moving up my chest.

Continuing the kiss, I grab one of her hands in mine and move it to my groin. On my terms. I feel her hand try to draw back, but I only pull her closer, placing her hand more firmly on my hardness. Even though she appears to be hesitant, her hand opens and begins to massage my hardness through my robes and pants. I keep my hand over hers, showing her, guiding her so she knows how I want to be touched. When I am sure that she will continue without my assistance, I remove my hand from hers and place it on the wall behind her head. I break off the kiss and look at her only to find her looking down, watching the ministrations of her hand on my body.

Backing my body slightly away from hers, I run my fingers down her white tailored blouse. Sliding my fingers between the buttons, I seize the material in my hands and rip it open, slightly pulling her body towards me. Her eyes fly up to meet mind and this time she doesn’t protest. Shelearlearning. I proceed to open her blouse, exposing each of her lace-covered breasts, noticing that her bra claps in the front. With one hand I unfasten the clasp and remove it, freeing each breast.

Her nipples are hard. By the chill of the dungeons or in anticipation of the ministrations I am about to give, I don’t care. I move my fingers to the curve of her breast, rubbing light circles on her skin. Watching her reaction, it is solemn although I can see in her eyes her true reaction. She wants more, but she is trying to play this game with me.

Moving my hand to her nipple, I graze it with my nails before rolling it between my forefinger and thumb. Watching her closely I pinch it hard enough for her to whimper. It’s my reminder to her that I am in control. Gently rubbing it to sooth the pain I inflicted, I lower my mouth to her other breast, taking the nipple into my mouth. Slowly I tease it with my tongue and then my teeth. Feeling her flinch as my teeth graze her sensitive skin, it is clear she is anticipating and dreading the possibility of me biting her.

Maybe later. I raise my head, looking into her eyes. Again they are telling me she wants more. I become painfully aware that I too am wanting more. I reach down to the front of my pants anfasnfasten them, pushing them down to expose my hardness. As I widen my stance, I place a hand on her shoulder, directing her down as I place my other hand on the wall behind her.

Surprisingly she drops to her knees even though her eyes show her hesitation. I rub the tip of my swollen head on her lips. She looks up at me. I stare down at her with the same intensity I show my first years. She realizes it will be easier for her if she is willing, knowing that either way she doesn’t have a choice. She is going to do this.

She is reluctant at first, but after a few seconds, her lips part as her mouth slowly opens. Supporting more of my weight on the hand leaning against the wall, I anticipate her warm, wet mouth surround my pulsing shaft.

Diverting her eyes to her target, she opens wider, welcoming me. I gasped slightly. Her mouth is small, taking in only part of me, but I’m not complaining. Placing one hand behind her head, I guide her movements, once again. My hips begin to move as I slowly work more of myself into her. I suck in a breath of air, feeling her tongue stroking my tip. It’s been too long since I have had this kind of pleasuring.

I continue moving my hips. She begins to take thetiattiative moving her head back and forth while her tongue begins working faster. I close my eyes thanking what ever higher being there is that she is a fast learner. She places her hands on my hips, trying to control my movements. I allow this, for now.

The movements of her tongue slow down as she opens wider. I can feel the back of her throat along with her muscles squeezing and pulsing as she is trying to take me in deeper. Her hands move further back to my buttocks, gripping me tighter as her guidance on me becomes more demanding.

The pressure is building in my groin. My hips begin to thrust quicker and harder. Her eyes widen as I enter her mouth withe poe powerful thrusts. She is having a difficult time as she tries to accommodate me, but I don’t care. I am getting ready to release. So close. A few more quick thrusts, I see her starting to gag, but I can’t stop. My eyes close and a low moan escapes from my throat as I spill my warm seed into her. Opening my eyes to see her reaction, I am pleased to find her drinking me. She is even taking the time to clean me with her tongue, not wasting a drop.

When she finishes, I place my hand under her chin and raise it so that I can see into her eyes. The fear is gone. She has been most accommodating, so I decide it is her turn.

Dropping down on one knee, I remove her blouse and bra. I then guide her onto her back. She jumps as her back touches the cold stone floor, but she doesn’t protest. Her hair fans out around her shoulders and head. Her breasts are full and rounded with erect nipples standing at attention.

I move my hands to the waist of her skirt. Grasping her skirt and knickers, I slide them down over her hips, removing them in one swift movement. Removing her shoes, I then run my fingers from her ankles to her knees, removing one sock at a time.

I then grab my wand and remove my clothing. I refuse to deal with the numerous numbers of buttons on my wardrobe and today should be no different. Kneeling in front of her, she appears to be apprehensive with her legs together and knees slightly bent. Placing both my hands on her knees, I slowly part her legs. She is resisting, but staring intently at her once again, she openr mer me.

Nestled between her legs are her dark curls and beyond her dark curls is the gift all men seek. I slowly move my hands from her knees along her inner thighs, stroking her and make lazy circles, as I get closer to the gift. I can smell her slightly musky ambrosia.

Taking one finger, I run it between her folds and am rewarded with her wetness. I have not been with many women who were ready for me. This is a gift in itself. Still kneeling, I sit back on my feet while I proceed to spread her warm lips apart, exposing her pink glistening folds. Hearing her take a deep breath as I move nectar with my fingers, I thrust them into her further. She lets out a slight moan.

Taking my other hand I move to her clitoris. I circle it, but don’t touch it. She raises her hips, trying to move them toward my fingers so that I will touch her in the place she desires most. Patience. I continue to circle around her nub as my other hand finds her another secret place just before her opening. I begin to stroke it rhythmically while continuing to thrust into her with my fingers. I can feel her wetness increas das does the pulsing of her muscles that are slowly tighteninoundound me. Her hips are beginning to buck and I see her eyes closing even though she is fighting to maintain eye contact. Close, she is so close.

I pull my hands out from her and watch her eyes open quickly. Looking at her questioning expression, I bring my fingers to my mouth and slowly lick them.

She blushes but I proceed to lower myself. I must taste her. I open her folds again with my fingerile ile I dip my tongue, licking slowly from the bottom to the top, grazing her nub as I pull out.

“Please,” she whispers, “Please.” Again I breathe deeply from the power I hold over her but she holds a power of me as I feel myself grow hard again.

Lowering my mouth to her again, I kiss her nub before stroking it with my tongue, sending her hips jerking again. I continue sucking her nub as my fingers thrust into her. She is quickly becoming slicker. Her nectar is musky yet sweet. It is pleasant to taste such a gift. I concentrate my ministrations on her nub and am encouraged by her moans and whimpers. Her juices are now beginning to flow out of her, down her buttocks, bringing my attention to another place I desire to take her, but not yet.

My fingers move to her buttocks, gripping and massaging her as I increase the speed of my tongue. Her breathing is erratic and her moans increase, indicating that she is close. Putting more pressure on her nub, I feel her muscles pulsing as her hips quiver from her orgasm. Her juices flow out of her and I lap them up.

Before she can come down from her climax, I position myself between her hips and swiftly enter her. She lets out a slight cry. I realize she is a virgin and she is giving me more than just a gift. Her eyes close tightly and she turns her head away from me.

She is tight and her walls are pulsing from the intrusion of my shaft and the tearing of her barriercan’can’t stop. All I can do is try to keep my thrusts slow until she relaxes. I place a hand on either side of her head, holding up my weight, waiting for her to adjust. I have had virgins before, but they were not willing. Maybe that is why I am showing patience, something I detest. Reminding myself this goes against my principles, I begin to thrust into her.

Her eyes open and meet mine. She still cringes on each thrust, but she begins to move her hips. Together we find a rhythm and her expression relaxes. I lean down to claim her mouth and she willingly opens her mouth, accepting my tongue. I thrust my tongue in the same rhythm I am pumping into her.

Her legs stay on the floor, opened. I move a hand down, placing one of her legs around my waist and then the other causing her to reposition her hips, allowing me to enter her deeper.

She is so wet I almost slip out of her every time I pull out. Sitting back on my knees, I remain inside of her, but I place both her legs on my shoulders, squeezing her thighs together. I continue pumping into her, feeling her cervix with each thrust. Rubbing her g-spot each time, she cries out. Knowing she is ready to come again, I increase my speed. Thrusting into her again and again, I feel her legs shake then my reward comes. Her muscles clamp down on my shaft and pump it. I slow down my thrusts. I don’t want to come yet.

I withdraw from her and lift her hips further up. I see her anus. I must have her here. I know she is a virgin, but this was part of the game. Placing a hand under her hips, I guide my shaft into her tight opening. She cries out, “No!” but I shoot her a look that tells her she will do this as I bring her legs back down.

Entering her slowly, I feel her ring of muscles trying to push me out. “Relax,” I tell her. She does and I push further into her. Her muscles relax enough to accept me, but then she begins to try and push me out. It’s these muscles that make her feel so unbelievably tight I can feel myself ready to cum. “Relax,” I hiss as I begin to stroke it again.

She takes a deep breath and I feel her relax. I want her to know that this can be just as pleasurable for her as it is for me. Her hips slowly begin to move as I begin moving inside her. I move my hand so that I am thrusting my fingers into her and stroking her nub. She is becoming more responsive and I increase my thrusts.

She is letting out cries of some discomfort but is accompanied by moans of pleasure. I can hold back. I rub her nub faster as I thrust into her. My fingers feel the thin layer of skin separating me and my fingers. I look at her and know my eyes give away the desperation of a need to cum, but I don’t care. I can’t care. Pulling further out from her and slamming into to her, she cries out releasing. The muscles of her orgasm grip my shaft and intensely pump it, causing me to spill into her. Together we cry out, losing all control and composure, but neither of us cares.

Staying on my knees, I fight to get my breath back along with my composure. I watch her intently, observing her doing the same. Her face is flushed as she pushes sweat and strands of loose hair out of her face. I do the same, running my fingers through my hair.

After a moment of hearing each other’s breathing returning to normal, I slowly pull out of her. She tenfor for a second, expecting pain, but is relieved that there is none. I look down to see the evidence of our couplings, a mixture of her fluids, semen, and blood. I should care, but I don’t. If I did care, I would never have touched her.

Leaning over to my clothes that I discarded next to me, I find my wand. Casting a cleaning charm, I erase all evidence of our encounter. I stand up and begin to get dressed. I notice Miss Granger gingerly getting to her feet. Her legs are trembling slightly, but she says nothing. I continue to get dress, buttoning my coat with my wand. I see from the corner of my eye that she has fixed the buttons on her blouse with her own.

There is nothing to say. What was done was done. I walk back over to my desk and sit down. Taking my quill I continue the tedious task of grading essays. I keep my eyes on the essays, but I can see her approaching me. “Your detention is over,” I hiss. My tone emphasizes that there will be no continuation of what happened tonight.

She is still approaching me. Closing my eyes, I sigh loudly before putting down my quill and looking up at her. My stare is intense. My eyes narrow, but she doesn’t leave. Instead, she reaches a hand towards me, cupping my face. I become still at her touch. I can feel her gentleness, even after what I did to her. Slowly she lowers her mouth to mine, kissing me softly on the lips. She pulls back and says, “Good night professor.”
I watch her gather her book bag and leave my dungeons. I don’t know why and I don’t care to know why.

Abruptly I feel my dark mark burn. My stomach drops realizing why this has happened. I will be facing my death tonight and this, she, was my gift. And now I know why. It’s forbidden to touch a student.

AN: I am considering continuing this story from Hermione\'s POV. Please let me know if I should pursue it.

Hugs,
Corazon