Marshmallows In Hell

DISCLAIMER: We don’t own any of this apart from the plot, so anything that you recognize is “borrowed”. Thanks to J.K. Rowling for writing Harry Potter so we could actually write this story.

NOTE ON THE STORY: Much of this story is based on real events. A group of us decided turning our day to day stories into a HP Fan Fiction would be fun, so here’s the finished product. Not all of it is real but some parts are modified to fit into the Hogwarts theme. Please R&R.

Chapter 1 - Ill Composed Affections

I could see the long, black, silky strands of his hair coming closer and closer until they were touching my face. I shivered with this slight touch and he was amused. I could tell he was amused. I could tell he was thinking “imagine what I could do if I actually tried”. Severus Snape my passion, my desires, was above me, our faces about to touch. He pulled to one side at the last minute and whispered in my ear “Is this what you want Miss Granger?”

I could only reply with an exasperated “Yes,” because my whole body felt weak with desire that was becoming too much.

He pulled his face away from my ear and lifted his head so that I could stare into his deep, dark grey eyes. He used one hand to pull away a stray piece of hair from my face. I shivered again the tension was becoming too much. I could feel the dampness between my thighs start to soak through my underwear. Just his single touch reduced me to smithereens. Severus lowered his lips to mine and I closed my eyes waiting for the passion to take over. He started to explore the inside of my lips, taking it slowly and carefully. Gently he parted my mouth with his tongue and started to investigate inside. His tongue ran over my teeth, and then forced itself upwards to the roof of my mouth. He lowered his tongue downwards into my mouth and we started to speed up. He dragged his tongue over mine taking mine back into his mouth to lick his gums and teeth. He somehow hot hold of my tongue and started to suck on it, bringing this kiss deeper than ever.

He was lying beside me, only our months in connection until his hands started to roam. One hand pulled our faces together to make this kiss pull deeper and deeper. The other hand was starting to go up my skirt, his long white fingers dragging up my thigh was too much. I let out a little moan and Severus stopped kissing me and smiled at me and whispered “you like this don’t you?”

I couldn’t reply because his hand had reached my now saturated underwear and I could feel the heat of my throbbing nub touching his hand. The breath was literally knocked from me.

I could feel something touching my hand; the room had suddenly become lighter…

I screamed out in fright, but there was a hand over my mouth so no noise came out. “Shhh, calm down ‘Mione” Harry whispered to me. I looked up into Harry’s clear, bright green eyes. He took his hand away from my mouth, “you will wake the others”.

I then rzed zed where I was. I was staying at Ron’s house “The Bw” fw” for the last week of the holidays before school started. I was about to start my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I would be turning sixteen in a few months. I had changed quite a bit since I started at Hogwarts as a 10 year old. I used to be a bossy know-it-all until I met my best friends Ron and Harry. I used to have frizzy hair and bucked teeth until I discovered boys. And yes, that was what was on my mind right now, two of them.
The first was Professor Severus Snape, potions master at Hogwarts. He was about 6 1” with long, dark hair and an evil air about him. He only ever wore black and grey and stalked around the dungeons yelling things such as “I THOUGHT I TOLD THOSE MISCREANTS TO GET OUTSIDE!”. Cross Snape and you were in trouble, big trouble. Do something wrong and you would get his cigarette lighter in your face (the only bit of Muggle in him was how he smoked PJ’s). Most girls’ my age would be following and obsessing over Remus Lupin, the defence against the dark arts teacher if they didn’t have a boyfriend to worry about. But not me, I was drawn into the dark side. I was drawn into that evil-yet-sexy attitude that this man had. I didn’t know why, but it was obvious to me that I was in love with him. All the proof I needed was the dreams I had been having and the wetness that occurred between my legs. Nobody would have guessed that Hermione Granger, top student and best friends with the famous Harry Potter, would be in love with the head of Slytherin house, Potions Master and ex Death Eater.

The second boy on my mind was Harry. He was still leaning over me in the darkness of the room we were sharing while at “The Burrow”. Although this time Harry and I had a room together, we had never shared a bed or been this close at night before. I looked at the clock. It was 1:20am. “You had a nightmare” Harry whispered. He had now let go and was sitting next to me on the bed. “I was worried about you… you were groaning and tossing and shaking the bed.”

He reached out to take my hand. “It wasn’t a nightmare,” I said as I took his hand in comfort. “It was a… a… dream”.

Nothing had prepared me for what would happen next. Harry silently climbed into bed next to me, still holding my hand. We were so close; it felt good being cuddled up next to Harry. I moved in, so did Harry, our legs cro ove over and before I knew it our arms were wrapped around each other.

My heart was racing. I could feel Harry’s heart next to me. We were both nervous. There was a slight pause in proceedings until Harry moved the stray piece of hair from my face; this was just like my dream. Harry’s face shone in the moonlight that was coming through the window. “This is what you want, isn’t it ‘Mione?”. I couldn’t answer, this time it was from confusion. What did I want? The answer I knew in my heart was Severus Snape. It was too late now though. Harry’s lips touched mine and he started to take control.

Harry’s tongue was in my mouth, he was tugging, sucking and licking. I started to be more adventurous, relaxing knowing that something was eventually was going to happen between Harry and me and that it would be best to get it over and done with now. I licked the roof of his mouth and moved my tongue around and over his. His breath was wand and his lips were soft, rather comforting after my wildly erotic dream. Harry started to murmur and groan so I pulled away, teasing him. “Don’t stop ‘Mione”.

I moved over so I was now lying on top of him. I could feel his now hard penis on my leg. His hands grabbed my back and head and pulled me back into the kiss, more wild and deep than before. I didn’t want him to have any control over me but Harry’s mouth was now devouring me, his hands now on my arse pushing me into his bare chest. His hands started to roam, stroking my legs and inner thighs. Meanwhile my hands forced themselves under his boxers, all while we continued to play with each others tongues.

His hands went under my boxers, and he started to play with my folds. He stopped kissing me and whispered “you’re so wet Hermione…”. The truth was I was still soaking from the dream before, but Harry didn’t know that. He reached right into my folds, fingers stroking me and teasing once they found my sheath. We stopped kissing for a short time while he carefully slid a finger into me. He started slowly, moving with such care, until we got comfortable and then he sed ted to speed up, moving faster and faster.

I was becoming wet again, Harry’s touch was making me squirm and shiver. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. He had found my sweet spot and knew it. Every time he would hit it I would moan, I never thought being with Harry would be like this. As he went in he would put pressure on it, stop for a second, rub in small circles and move in and out. Once he could see I was relaxed he pulled out completely and swapped the one finger for two. “You’re so warm… and hot… and delicious Hermione…” he was saying to me as my juices flowed out of me.

His fingers exited me, and we stopped kissing. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them one at a time. I watched in amazement as I saw his erection grow bigger under his boxers. I didn’t want him to take too much control over me, so I decided it was my turn. I moved so I was sitting on between his legs. I pulled off his boxers before he knew what was happening to him and let his hard member be free. I instantly grabbed it with one hand, tugging up and down. It was good to be able to see Harry trying to contain himself and not blow all over me, just yet.

I was pulling on him hard, he was growing bigger and bigger. Stroking him up and down until finally it became too much. He blew all over my hand, sending white, hot liquid everywhere. I put my hand to my mouth and licked it off, the salty taste filling my mouth. It was quite arousing.

Harry and I were tired. Plus it would do no good for Ron to come in and find us like this in the morning. I lent over and kissed Harry again one last time the taste of our juices mixing in together. I fixed up his boxers for him kissed him on the cheek and he climbed out of my bed and got back into his.

I lay there in the dark thinking of the night’s events. I couldn’t possibly date Harry, it would be too awkward and uncomfortable. I wanted Snape. I thought of Severus and my thoughts once again turned to dreams.