Invisible

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A/N: I got the idea for this PWP while driving home from school. Please read and review.


Invisible

Hermione Granger had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was now twenty-five and apprenticing under Madame Pomfrey, who was transferring to work at St. Mungo’s next year. When Hermione had left Hogwarts, she never expected to come back, especially since Harry Potter had destroyed Lord Voldemort during their seventh year, but she had now been back for five months.

The students were fairly nice and respectful to her, especially when they found out that she was friends with Harry Potter. The professors had been extremely courteous and generous to her. Well, all of them except one: Severus Snape. He still treated her like some silly know-it-all student, which was irritating because she still had to work with him sometimes as hee the the necessary potions for the Hospital Wing. She had made the situation even worse by being friendly and trying to get to know him better. He had met all her attempts with snide remarks or had treated her like she barely existed.

She had just arrived to her quarters when she saw the note from Madame Pomfrey. She needed Hermione to go down to the dungeons and fetch the potions from Professor Snape. She sighed and looked at the time. It was growing late, and she didn’t have enough time to change into her normal robes before heading to the dungeons. She passed a couple of Slytherin boys who seemed to stare at her a little longer than normal, and she was starting to feel slightly self-conscious of the dark red dress she was wearing, especially since it showed ample cleavage. Ginny had picked out this dress for the date Hermione had had that night. The date had turned out to be a complete disaster, and she was seriously thinking she should just give men up completely and remain – God forbid - celibate.

She knocked on the door, trying to wait patiently for the professor to answer. She didn’t have to wait long before she heard his numerous wards drop and a gruff voice calling for her to enter. Once she did so, she noticed his back was turned toward her as he gathered the potions for her to take.

“It’s about time you came to get these,” Severus stated as he turned around to face her. He almost dropped the vials when he saw her. His mouth went completely dry as his dark penetrating eyes raked over her form. He had never really seen her look like this, and he reluctantly had to admit that she looked absolutely ravishing. He swallowed hard as his gazened ned cold. “Here are the vials, Miss Granger.”

She shivered slightly under his gaze. He looked differently from normal. She was so use to seeing him in his high-necked, many buttoned teaching robes, but he was only wearing his black trousers and a white shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. His hair was back sma small ponytail, and she realized that he was quite attractive in a way. She suddenly licked her lips out of nervousness and walked over, taking the vials from him and trying to ignore the electricity she felt when her fingers brushed lightly against
his.

“I’m sorry it was so late. Were you getting ready for bed?” She noticed that he had nothing on his feet.

He had been considering doing just that, since it had appeared that she was not coming by. “I was just in my personal quarters reading and waiting for you to finally show up.” He couldn’t help but keep looking at her in the dress. “Where have you been?”

She lowered her gaze, slightly embarrassed now. “I…I had a date in Hogsmeade.” She was beginning to wish that she had taken a few more minutes to change.

He raised an eyebrow. “With whom?”

She was feeling like she had done something wrong, though she knew she hadn’t. She finally looked at him and shrugged slightly. “With Viktor Krum.” She laughed lightly. “He was in the area and owled me. It was a completely horrible date, and I would rather just take these vials to Poppy and go to bed. Goodnight, Professor.” She turned and left, still feeling slightly miserable about her lack of a love life.

She dropped the vials off at the Hospital Wing then went back to her quarters. She changed out of the red dress and took a long hot bath to relax. She placed a drying spell on her hair awardwards then went into herroomroom, picking up a simple, white cotton nightgown. She collapsed onto the bed with a sigh and let the gown fall to the floor.

She was twenty-five. She had only two boyfriends that amounted to anything - Viktor Krum and Ron Weasley. She had lost her virginity to Viktor, who tended to fumble around even though he was three years older than she. She had almost slept with Ron, but they had broken up before that happened. There was no one else.

She gazed up at the ceiling, lightly running her hand over a breast and lightly pinching her nipple. It had been so long since she had a man touch her, and she found that she missed it. It just wasn’t the same doing it herself.

Her eyes slipped shut as she imagined a man doing this to her. Her fingers ran lightly over her breasts as they swelled slightly. She cupped one, feeling its weight as she imagined that it was ateriterious, dark stranger that had come to her.

“Severus,” she moaned softly as her fingers grazed her dark curls.

Her eyes flung open as she realized whose name she had called. She didn’t think of Professor Snape like that. Or did she? She tried to forget that horrible slip of her tongue as she closed her eyes, returning to the fantasy again. She touched herself, imagining that it truly was him doing this to her.

She thought he looked attractive. She remembered the sparse darkness of hair that had shown through the white shirt he had worn. A soft smirk fell on her lips as she thought about how big his feet had looked, and she knew what they said about men with big feet. She wondered if it was true.

Her legs fell open a little more as her hand delved down, parting her nether lips and lightly running a finger over her extended nub. She let out a very soft moan and went to touch herself more when she caught a hint of alcohol in the air.

Her eyes opened, and she glanced around, not seeing anyone there. She was about to move her fingers down to continue when she felt someone settle on the bed. She stayed still, wondering who it could be. She was about to reach for her wand when she felt hands lightly massaging her inner thighs. She was shocked, and coherent thoughts left for a brief moment.

“Who’s there?” she squeaked out as she felt her legs being pushed open more. She brought her hands down to push whatever it was away, but they were soon grabbed and held immobile by strong unseen hands. There was the gentle tickling sensation of hair against her inner thigh and the most exquisite feeling of something wet gliding along her nethips.ips. She moaned and stopped struggling, completely lost in the sensations from this invisible phantom.

She felt like she should scream or say no, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it as she felt an invisible tongue begin to circle her clitoris. The tongue licked and sucked at her, bringing her more pleasure than she had felt in her entire lifetime. The invisible specter let go of her wrists, and she entwined her fingers in the feel of hair that she could not see as she pressed him closer to her. She felt a finger slip inside, two two, then three as they pumped in and out of her. She lightly bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Her legs soon stiffened and trembled slightly as she felt the strong wave of orgasm wash over her. The invisible tongue lapped up the juices that poured out as she lay there limply.

“Who are?” s?” she asked softly, feeling the invisible man move up and over her.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” the silky baritone voice whispered in her ear.

She gasped softly as Severus Snape materialized on top of her. “Oh, gods,” she moaned as she realized that he was completely naked. Her mouth fell open, noting that it was true about the big feet or at least it was in this case. Her chocolate brown eyes met his dark ones, and she felt like she could drown in those dark pools.


He leaned down and ravished her mouth. He was obviously more experienced, and she enjoyed the taste of his mouth, a mixture of herself, alcohol, and something that was obviously just him. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and gently sucked it, entwining it completely with his as she felt him enter her swiftly. Her body arched up to meet his as she moaned in his mouth. He rocked slowly inside of her for a few moments, building up the pressure threatening to burst inside of them. His rhythm slowly increased to a frantic pace as he thrust madly inside of her. She couldn’t keep up with his demands, so she lifted her legs, putting them around his hips as he continued to pound into her. She screamed in ecstasy as his primal, guttural grunts escaped him with each thrust.

He kissed her deeply again and then moved down, nipping at her neck then taking her breast in his mouth and sucking at her nipples. She cried out his name as she was reached her climax again and dug her nails in his ass. He thrust hard insif hef her in response, feeling her velvety smoothness clench tightly around his cock. He stiffened, spilling his seed deep inside of her before collapsing on top of her.

She smoothed the hair away from his face, finding it extremely silky to the touch instead of greasy as she had always assumed. She couldn’t believe that this had happened, but he was living proof that it had.

He slowly rolled off of her and lay on his side looking at her. He was sober now, whereas he had drank heavily after she had left. That dress had left him completely aroused. “I’m sorry I came here like this.”

She turned on her side of face him. She noticed that he looked like he had done something wrong. “I’m not. I’m glad it happened.”

He slowly blinked and looked at her. No woman had been glad that it had happened with him before. He just gave and never got back in return. He slowly smirked and ran his hand down her upper torso. “I’m glad it happened as well,” he said soberly.

She smiled and gave a content sigh. She had never had anyone like that before. “Why were you invisible?”

He chuckled. “I didn’t actually come to do what I did,” he stated bluntly. He saw her face fall when he said that. “But I’m glad I did,” he added honestly.

She then smiled again. “My invisible phantom,” she said more to herself than him. She had always thought that she was invisible to the opposite sex, but it turned out that she wasn’t quite as invisible as she had thought and neither was he.


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