Corn With Lemon

Disclaimer: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, and Harry Potter in no way, shape, or form belong to me. They and the Harry Potter Universe are all property of the talented JK Rowling. Seriously, if Severus Snape belonged to me, do you think I’d be sitting in front of a computer right now?


Corn With Lemon

Description: What do *you* do with an ear of corn?

Two hours before dinner, Hermione Granger made her way down to the Hogwarts Dungeons, trying her best to look like she was trudging slowly when all she wanted to bounce around and run down as quickly as possible. Earlier in the day during Potions, she had helped Neville Longbottom resurrect his Calming Draught, which had become a shade of sickly yellow rather than the bright purple it should have been, and Professor Snape had given her detention.

Most students in Hermione’s position would be terrified right now, but then again, most students were not sleeping with Severus Snape.

To be true, even Hermione wasn’t entirely sure how things had started. One moment they were leaning over a cauldron, checking the outcome of her experimental potions she was working on to practice for her NEWTs, and the next moment, she was lying backwards over the table, her shirt open and her skirt hiked up, Severus thrusting in an out of her in long, hard strokes as he sucked on her pert nipples. Just thinking about it, Hermione felt a tingle in her lower half, and she hastily jogged the last few feet into the Dungeon.

Severus Snape was there waiting for Hermione when she opened the classroom door and stepped inside, and placed a Locking Charm on the door the moment it closed.

“Take off your robe.”

Hermione walked forward until she was no more than five feet away from her professor and, starting into his smoldering eyes, reached down, unhooking the clasp from her heavy school robes. As the fabric slithered off her shoulders, the cold air from the underground Dungeon washed over her, tightening her nipples into hard mounds that pressed and strained through her clothing. If Severus noticed this, he made no indication of it.

“Good, Miss Granger. Now we can proceed with your punishment.” With a flick of his wand, the nearby table that had been so conveniently clear moments before was filled with…

“Corn, Professor?” Hermione stood in shock, all lust leaving her as she looked at the pile of green-husked ears. She looked dubiously at her professor and then back at the table, missing the slight flash of laughter in his eyes. “And… and what do you want me to, well, do with the corn, Professor?”

“Shuck it.”

Hermione looked at Severus with a devious grin.

“Why, Professor, you want me to shuck your cob?”

This brought a smirk to Severus’ face, and he walked over and pushed Hermione into a chair, his hand lingering on her breast for a moment before he reached out and grabbed an ear. Hermione grasped the bottom of the cob, grabbed onto the outermost leaf, and pulled the husk slowly down. As she pulled, she felt Severus’ hand touch her shoulder and move down her side at the same speed, running lightly over her breast and coming to rest on the side of her taught stomach.

Shuddering, Hermione pulled at a second leaf. This time, Severus started his stroke with a pinch to her nipple before letting his hand trail down and rest itself between her legs. As Hermione pulled the last bit of husk off, Severus slipped his fingers inside the crotch of her cotton panties and stroked one long, lazy finger against her swollen clit. Hermione let out a groan and dropped the ear of corn onto the ground.

“Tsk, tsk, Miss Granger,” said Severus as he picked the offending cob up off the ground. “Now we’re going to have to wash it off. Lick it.” Hermione took the ear from Severus and slowly ran her tongue along the underside of the ear, swirling it expertly around the top. It was Severus’ turn to groan as he watched his school-aged lover work her mouth over the ear of corn.

Lowering the cob, Hermione looked up at Severus with innocent eyes and asked, “So, Professor, how do you normally like your corn?” She pressed the offending ear into her shirt between her breasts and began to rub it up and down.

Severus could no longer stand the subtle teasing and lifted her up roughly onto the table as she squealed with delight, shoving the remaining corn out of his way. “With lemon!” he growled into her neck before biting down hard and suckling on the soft skin between her ear and the nape of her neck. Hermione cried out and writhed, wanting to feel her professor thrusting his way inside of her. “Not yet, lovely one,” he muttered, taking the corn from her shaking fingers. “We still haven’t finished with this.”

Hermione gasped as Severus ripped open her shirt and bra with one tug, revealing her small breasts and flat stomach to him. A second tug divested her of her skirt, and she lay in all her glory, spread wantonly across the table. She reached down and fingered herself as Severus pulled off his own robes, running her fingers between her folds and across her sensitive clit.

The cold air hit Hermione’s nipples like ice and they formed rock-hard points as Severus took one in his mouth. She leaned her head back as he bit down and suckled, nim nimble fingers rolling the other one round and round. Her eyes rounded in surprise when something began to push at her womanhood, something hard and cold and decidedly bigger than Severus’ cock…

“Professor!”

Severus clamped his mouth over hers in a bruising kiss, at the same time thrusting the cob deep inside of Hermione. She squealed, at first in surprise, then in pleasure, as he began thrusting the corn in and out of her, slowly at first, but picking up rhythm in time with Hermione’s incoherent cries and moans. Cresting, she bit down into his shoulder and shuddered, her orgasm rippling through her body.

As she lay back, Severus removed the corn from her body and licked it. “Delicious,” he whispered, crawling onto the table and leaning over Hermione’s head. “Lick it.” Hermione obediently ran her tongue over its textured surface. “Can you taste yourself? Do you like it?”

“I like the taste of you better,” she replied, pushing him over so that he was lying on his back on the table and she was kneeling beside him. She leaned over and teases a small brown nipple with her tongue, giggling as his erect cock jumped up at the sensation. Slowly she worked her way down his abdomen, licking, biting, and kissing as she went, stopping only to thrust her tongue into his navel. When she reached her goal, she cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them around before swallowing Severus whole.

His eyes flew open in shock, not expecting this sudden plundering of her mouth. As quickly as they opened, his eyes now fluttered closed as he lay back and enjoyed the attentions. Hermione worked her mouth up and down over his cock, swirling her tongue around the head and lightly running her teeth along the sensitive glans. Severus began to feel the familiar tightening in his balls and knew that he was getting close to release. “Miss Granger…”

Hermione turned, straddled her professor for a split second, and then kneeled down, impaling herself upon his stiff rod. Both of them moaned at the feel of his cock hot inside her wetness. Slowly, Hermione began to rock back and forth, stimulating a wonderful spot inside of her with every movement. After a minute of this, Severus grabbed her around her waist and flipped her over so that he was lying between her legs. Taking both of her nipples between his fingers and plundering her mouth with his tongue,begabegan to move in and out, his entire substantial shaft leaving her completely for a moment with every thrust before being driven back out. Hermione began to pant in time with his rhythm. Desperate for release, Severus grabbed around her shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his back and pounded into her so hard that his balls made a slapping sound against her.

Both Hermione and Severus cried out as they climaxed, Severus filling her with his hot seed as her vaginal muscles contracted around him. They lay there, panting, for several minutes, before he withdrew from her and muttered several cleansing charms to remove all evidence of their activities from the lab and from their persons.

As she began to dress, Severus pulled Hermione into a crushing kiss. “Next time, you may want to reconsider helping Mr. Longbottom. You wouldn’t want me to have to give you another detention, now, would you?”

***

“Severus! You’re late!” Albus Dumbledore clapped his hand on Severus’ back as the dour Potions Professor sat down to take his meal.

“Albus, you can’t honestly expect me to believe that you missed me. If you must know, I was taking care of some rather… important business, and was delayed coming for dinner.” Severus looked around, wondering where the food had gone. “What, might I ask, is on the menu for tonight?”

Albus looked at the Potions Master with a barely-concealed twinkle in his eye before turning and picking up a large platter from beside him. Severus looked at the plate and then looked quickly over at the Gryffindor table, where Hermione Granger was being thumped on the back by Potter as she choked and sputtered after seeing what was being served for dinner.

“Why, Severus! Tonight we’re having corn!”