To Drive a 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?


To Drive A Lemon

Description: Severus teaches Hermione to drive stick. ;D

Hermione sat behind the steering wheel, waiting for the instructor to get in beside her. Nervously she clutched at the gear shift, sliding her left hand over the hard shaft. “It’ll be OK,” she said to herself. “It’s only a driving test. It’s not that important.”

Out loud, it almost sounded convincing.

Last summer Mrs. Granger approached her daughter about getting her driver’s license. How else, of course, would she be able to commute to work after she finished her education? Unwilling to drive another wall between herself and her mother by pointing out that as a witch she needed an apparition license and not a driver’s license, Hermione capitulated and promised to get one as soon as she turned 18.

Which is how Hermione came to be in her current predicament: sitting behind the wheel of a manual car, having never driven before except for her sister’s Nintendo game system, and as for using a stick shift...

Hermione blushed as she remembered how she’d learned that.

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On any other day, Hermione would be poised seductively over a table or hiding somewhere naked in wait for Severus to find her when he arrived for her “detention.” Today, however, she paced back and forth, wringing her hands together, a letter from her mother lying crumpled on a table. “Oh, what am I going to do? What am I going to do? She’s going to kill me!”

Strong hands closed on her shoulders from behind, startling Hermione enough that she let out a small yelp. The cry quickly turned into a soft moan as an unshaven jaw nuzzled against her throat, stopping to suckle on the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Whatever can be the matter, Miss Granger?” Severus whispered into her ear, his breath stirring up the hairs at the base of her neck. “Is this something I can do to... distract you... from your worries?”

Hermione handed him the letter and attached photograph from her mother. Severus sat down and read the note, one hand idly swirling up the inside of Hermione’s thighs. Suddenly he began to lau“You“Your mother bought you a car and you’re upset about this? Why, Hermione, I thought most children would be positively thrilled to receive such a gift from their parents.”

“It’s a lemon,” she responded. It was true – the beige paint was chipping off the sides and there were huge rust holes in places where the paint had been gone the longest. One of the tires looked several inches larger than the other three.

Snape clucked his tongue. “It’s nothing that a simple Disillusionment Charm couldn’t handle.”

“AndIdon’tknowhowtodrivestick,” she blurted.

“What?”

“I don’t know how to drive stick! My mother has decided that as long as she’s making me get my driver’s license, something I will never need to use for the rest of my life, I should take my test using a car that has manual transmission.” Once again she began to pace back and forth. “The test is tomorrow morning and I’ve no idea what I’m doing.”

She jumped slightly at the sound of a chair being scraped across the floor. Snape set up two of next to each other but facing in opposite directions, and sat in the one on the left. “Come here, Hermione,” he beckoned. Hermione hesitated for a moment, then sat down in the proffered seat.

“Now, Miss Granger,” Snape said in his best lecture voice as he slowly opened up his robes, “the biggest problem with learning to drive a manual shift car is knowing exactly where the stick is. Figuring out when to switch gears is easy and is based entirely on sound, but that is entirely moot if you’re flailing your han hand around trying to find the stick.”

“How do you know how to drive a manual shift car?”

Snape chuckled. “I was a wild youth once myself, Hermione. Now, look straight ahead, and grab the stick.”

Hermione stared ahead, holding up her right hand where the steering wheel would be. With her left hand she reached out and groped around. After several swipes through the air, her hand bumped against something hard. Moving her hand slightly, she wrapped her fingers around Severus. “I think I found it, Professor,” she said, running her thumb along the slit at the tip of his cock, smearing pre-cum over the head.

“Yesssss...” moaned Snape as he threw his head back. “Now, to shift into first gear, move the stick over to the left and up.”

Hermione ran her hands up and down his cock before moving her hand over the head. She moved it into the position indicated and paused, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly around the swollen tip. Quickly Snape explained the various positions of the gearshift. As she moved his engorged penis into the various gear positions, Hermione slid her hand her hand up and down the hard shaft, coating it in Snape’s leaking juices.

Finally, Snape deemed Hermione ready for a test drive.

“You’ll know when to change gears because the sound of the engine will change. Now, start out in first gear.” Hermione began running her hand up and down his cock as she held it in position for first gear. As her pumping grew faster, Snape let out a low moan. Taking this as a change in sound, Hermione moved his cock into second gear, pumping harder, running her hand from the head all the way down to his balls, drawing out low moans of contentment.

When Snape let out a groan, Hermione got off her chair and, after moving him into third gear, knelt between his legs and ran her tongue up along the underside of his cock. Snape bit back a small cry as she followed her tongue with nibbling teeth. “Wench!” he gasped out, burying his hands in her hair. Hermione took this to be the signal to switch to fourth gear, which she then did with her mouth wrapped around the head of his penis. Snape gasped and moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, stopping to lap up the pre-cum oozing from the tip. After another moment’s taunting, she leaned forward and swallowed his cock whole.

“Hermione!” he cried out, his right hand twisting her hair painfully and his left gripping the chair as if to keep from taking off. Hermione chuckled around his cock, which twitched in response to her warm breath running through his pubic hair. She reached up with one hand and tickled her fingers over his balls, which contracted at the light contact. Still laughing, Hermione toyed with Snape’s balls as she bobbed her head up and down over his erection, pausing every once in a while to nibble at the end and blow air over the wet shaft.

Soon, Snape’s breath grew more rd and and his balls began to tighten under his ministrations. Hermione suddenly stood up and took his disappointed growl as her sign to move into fifth gear. The groan quickly became a lusty deep moan as Hermione climbed up and straddled his lap, then sat down and impaled herself upon his stiff rod. They sat still for a moment so that Hermione could adjust to being filled by his cock. Then Snape reached up and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples. Hermione cried and threw her head back, and Snape rolled her nipple between his fingers. Hermione got up on her knees and began to bounce up and down on his cock.

“You drive me wild!” growled Snape as he moved a finger down and rubbed it over her hard nub. Hermione was unable to form coherent words and merely let out a series of sharp yelps in time with her finger rubbing over her swollen clit. He thrust up in time with her quaking hips, hitting her cervix with every other plunge.

“Sev... Oh, Sev... I’m... I’m com... I’m com...” Hermione’s muscles contracted around Snape’s cock as her orgasm rippled through her body. Moments later Snape thrust once into Hermione and spilled his seed deep inside her.

They sat there and panted for what seemed like hours, until finally Hermione was able to weakly get off of Snape’s lap and lie down on the floor. She lay there and then began to laugh.

“What is so funny, Miss Granger?” asked Snape, trying to exert as little energy as possible as he looked down at her.

“Nothing, nothing! I just can’t imagine doing any of that in order to change gears during my test tomorrow.” Tears were now falling down Hermione’s face from laughing so hard.

“You’ll be fine tomorrow, Miss Granger.”

“Miss Granger.”

“Miss Granger.”

“Miss Granger?”

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“Miss Granger? Miss Granger?!”

Hermione snapped out of her reverie. “What...?”

The driving instructor, a short balding man in a horrible tweed suit, was staring at her, his face nearly the same crimson color as Ron’s hair. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he cried out.

Hermione looked at him, confused, then looked down to where her hand was rubbing up and down the hard shaft of the stick shift. She squeaked and quickly pulled her hand away. “Oh! Oh, dear! I, uh... Well, you see... I can explain!”

“You most certainly cannot! Get out!” he cried.

“But, sir...”

“I said get out! And don’t ever come back, you miscreant girl!”

Hermione hopped out of the car and ran down the street, her face burning as she fought not to turn around and look back.

“I am not,” she muttered under her breath, “asking Severus for help for my Apparating license.”