Tender Trap

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of J.K. Rowling

A/N: My dear friend Telosphilos challenged me to do a 100 word drabble on Professor Snape getting trapped in one of Hagrid\'s humane animal traps. However, inspired by her wonderful nekkid man art, the story grew into the following. Also thanks to my buds Buttercup and Wendynat who encouraged me to post this.

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“Hagrid! Damn it all, Hagrid!” Severus Snape was yelling at the top of his lungs, not caring who heard him. Thundering footsteps from beneath told him Hagrid was coming. As the footsteps stopped, Snape reverted deliberately to his usual, menacing voice. “Hagrid, perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me why I am hanging above your garden trapped in a net?”

“Sorry, Perfessor,” Hagrid said sheepishly. “There’s been somethin’ getting into my plants, so I set a bit of a trap. You see, I didn’t want to hurt the poor creatures and…”

“As fascinating as this is, perhaps you might consider getting me down before you subject me to any more inane explanations” Snape sounded as dignified as possible considering that his left knee was currently residing somewhere near his nose.

He was startled when a thvoicvoice entered the conversation. “Hagrid, why don’t I cut the rope and you can catch Professor Snape when he falls.” Oh Merlin. Hermione Granger. Just what he needed. He thought he’d rid himself of her after graduation, but apparently, she had returned to visit that hulking brute. Snape was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t hear Miss Granger counting down, and was surprised when he found himself falling through the air only to land firmly in Hagrid’s arms. From bad to worse, he silently noted.

Miss Granger banished the net, and Snape found himself set gently on the ground. As he straightened up, he winced in pain. His body protested loudly at being forced to bend ways it was not intended to go.

“You need some help, Perfessor?” Snape winced again at the thought of being manhandled up to the castle by Hagrid.

“I’m going up to the castle to see Albus and Minerva anyway. I’ll walk with Professor Snape.” Fore, he, he was happy to hear Miss Granger butting in. The thought of being slung over Hagrid’s shoulder like a wounded animal was more than he could bear. She offered him her arm, and he took it, leaning on her slightly.

“Thank you, Miss Granger,” he said stiffly as they walked towards the castle.

“It isn’t any trouble, Professor. Would you prefer the infirmary, or your quarters?” Her voice was far warmer than his.

“My quarters, please.” They walked in silence into Hogwarts, and down to his dungeon quarters, where she helped him to his couch. “Miss Granger, would you be so kind as to fetch a pain relief potion from my office?” He hated to ask for help, but knew he wouldn’t be able to move without one. When she returned, she had the potion he had requested as well as some bruise relief salve.

“I’m going to meet with Albus now. Will you be all right, Professor?”

“Of course. And…thank you again, Miss Granger.” She smiled, and left him alone.

Resignedly, he swallowed the potion, then sat back to give it a few minutes to work. Hopefully, a hot shower would ease his aching muscles, and the bruise salve would keep him from looking like he’d been hit by a hippogriff.

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Hermione smiled as she left the Headmaster’s office. It was good to be back and see everyone, even Professor Snape. She decided that she should probably pop down and make sure he was doing all right. It couldn’t have been easy on him to be jerked up in a net then dropped back down again. As she reached his quarters, she realized that his door stood slightly open. He must not have relocked it after she left. Concerned that he might be unable to get off of the couch, she rushed in…

And was stopped short at the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Severus Snape, onetime bane of her existence, was standing naked at what she assumed was the entrance to his bathroom. His damp black hair hung about his face, and he was looking down. She took in the sight of his beautiful body – broad chest, strong legs, and, to be honest, quite impressive cock. Involuntarily, she took a step closer to him.

Startled, he looked up to meet her eyes. “Miss Granger! What are you doing here?”

In a voice so low she barely recognized it, she answered him. “I came to check on you. I thought you might need some help applying the bruise salve.”

With astonishment, he registered the desire shining in her eyes and resonating in her voice. It took only another moment to realize that she was no longer the young girl he had taught. She had grown into her looks, with graceful curves replacing bony angles. Her hair was still a bushy mess that looked like she had simply crawled out of bed. He had never before realized just how sexy that could be. Lowering his own voice to its silkiest, he replied “As you can obviously see, Hermione, it worked quite well. Not a bruise in sight.” He turned slowly, giving her a delicious view of his arse, which seemed made for biting. When he turned around again, his cock was even more impressive than before, as it was at half-mast.

She took another step towards him. “And the pain reliever?”

“Very effective. I feel quite…rejuvenated.”

“Perfect.” And then she was in his arms, their mouths crushed together. His hands came up to fist in her hair while hers dropped to cup his arse and pull him into her. Their tongues tangled as they ground together. He wanted to consume her, to be consumed. Her mouth pulled away from his, only to drop to his neck and begin nibbling there. Severus’ head lolled back as her lips caressed the outline of his Adam’s apple.

“Ah, Hermione!” He pushed her away slightly, seizing the front of her robes and ripping them apart. Severus chuckled a bit at the Muggle shirt and skirt she was wearing underneath. With a grin, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and, with one quick movement, pulled it over her head and threw it behind him. She then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and slid it down, stepping forward out of it and back into the warmth of his body.

He ran his hand over one perky, lace covered breast, and smiled at her gasp of pleasure when his thumb caressed her erect nipple. They kissed again, this time more softly, but still filled with passion. “I want you, Hermione.”

“That’s the general idea, Severus. Bed, now!” He laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the open door of his bedroom. As she reached the bed, she turned to face him. Dropping his hand, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. He stared unashamedly at her lovely breasts as she completely removed the scrap of lacy fabric. He pushed her slightly, so that she was sitting on the and and then dropped to his knees. Taking one breast in his mouth, he teased the nipple with his tongue. He dropped his right hand to her panties, and pressed his palm against her. Her hips thrust slightly to press bagaiagainst him, as he moved his left hand to her mouth. She sucked his fingers as he rhythmically circled his palm over the crotch of her panties.

Hermione felt like she would explode with the pleasure of his touch, but the feel of his hard cock against her leg reminded her of what she really wanted. “Severus,” she moaned, “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me now.” He stood up, and pulled her knickers off. Quickly, she moved back on the bed. As he crawled slowly up her body, leaving kisses along the way, she wrapped her legs around his arse and used them to pull him closer. Finally, as his kisses reached her mouth, he thrust inside her. Though she was tight, she was so wet that he slid in easily.

He so badly wanted to prolong this experience, but the sight of her back arching in pleasure overcame him. As their hips thrust frantically together, she hissed his name against his lips, the sibilant sounds seeming to vibrate throughout his body. He deliberately ground against her, bringing her up and over the edge. She screamed in release, and the contraction of her walls had him screaming her name as he climaxed.

As they came down from their orgasms, Severus rolled off to the side and pulled Hermione close. As he planted gentle kisses on her hair, she traced lazy circles in his wiry chest hair. “When do you have to leave?”

“Is that a hint?” she asked in an amused tone.

“Not at all. I just wondered if you would perhapke ske some dinner?” He cursed himself at the faint tone of hopefulness in his voice.

“I’m on summer holidays, just like you are. I don’t have to be anywhere for weeks.” A wicked gleam appeared in her eye.

“In that case, I certainly hope you’ll stay until breakfast. Preferably on August 31.”