A Lesson in Time Keeping
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,180
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2
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A Lesson in Time Keeping
A Lesson in Time-Keeping~
by Ira
Disclaimer: They are still not mine, and I am still poor.
A week or so later Severus Snape watched Hermione discreetly, his upper lip curled in distaste as she cheered on Ron and Harry in the Quidditch match against Slytherin. Having just witnessed Ron saving a goal Hermione was already clapping and cheering enthusiastically. When Potter caught the snitch from under Malfoy’s nose, winning the game by exactly 120 points Hermione went wild. Screaming out her jubilations she looked the picture of exuberant youth.
Pushing down the feelings, this roused in him, he fought too to control his body. Turning towards Lucius Malfoy who had launched a scathing tirade against Potter, mudbloods and all houses but Slytherin he kept his expression passive. Muttering about all students being bastards anyway – with the exception of Draco of course – Severus murmured his excuses and left. Striding across the Quidditch pitch, he was delayed only slightly by offering a few sharp comments to the Slytherin team and taking the time to return Minerva’s beaming smile with a sneer.
Entering his dungeons through the classroom he was startled by a little cough coming from the corner of his room. Turning sharply towards the noise he saw Hermione Granger perched on the edge of his desk. Seeing the combination of her childish grin, her cocky posture and her challenging stare infuriated Severus. He hadn’t noticed her leave the match before him; she must be looking for trouble he mused.
Snapping he covered the distance between them quickly and silently. As he stopped in front of her, her smile wavered a little and as he seized her by the hair, her smile slipped into a look of terror. Pulling her harshly to her feet by her chestnut locks he bent his face to hers. “Do not play games with me Miss Granger,” sneering at her he continued. “For you will lose.”
Grabbing her wrist Snape reached into his pocket and bringing out a silver coloured band quickly fastened it around her left wrist. Hermione gazed at it and then at him, confusion and shock clearly displayed.
Snape barked out a short laugh. “Not so brave now Miss Granger.” He spat at her, before twisting his hand in her hair causing her to cry out.
Standing behind her Snape pulled her head backwards so it rested on his shoulder. She couldn’t look at him without hurting her eyes so she instead stared straight forward, her muscles taut, teeth clenched.
“Miss Granger…” Snape began maliciously without warning, “you are a filthy little slut. I see you parading yourself in front of Potter and Weasley, your skirt flapping round your thighs as your robe ‘conveniently’ keeps falling open.”
“I see,” he continued his voice a harsh whisper now, “the way you bend over your cauldron with your shirt buttons undone.”
“You, Miss Granger,” he continued mockingly, “are nothing but a common whore, a slag, an easy lay.”
Pushing his face to hers Hermione could smell the bitter sweet aroma of a hundred potions ingredients that infused his robes, no matter how often they were cleaned.
Her heart beat wildly, her head span. Weak at the knees Hermione couldn’t help but slump backwards against him.
Snape grinned.
Running his hands down her sides he laughed quietly, sadistically as he continued his tirade of insults against her.
As his razor sharp yet silkily smooth barbs rained down on Hermione, she heard herself whimper.
As Snape lifted her skirt she cried out softly, “No…”
“Ah but Miss Granger, my little slut, I know you don’t mean that, I know that you don’t dislike this at all.”
As her body betrayed her Hermione parted his legs as he began to stroke her in her most private place.
As he found the centre of her arousal Hermione’s knees buckled. Before she could fall she felt him grasp her across the chest and lower them both quickly to the floor.
As her knees banged against the hard stone of the dungeon floor she gasped in pain.
Snape ignored it.
Pushing into her with two fingers he tightened his grip around her as she tried to slump forward. Holding her up he spread her juices from her tight hot wetness to her throbbing clit. Repeating the action over and over Snape felt Hermione contract around his fingers. Increasing his speed and thrust even more he grinned widely when she cried out loudly as the waves of her orgasm encompassed her.
Slowing his movements gradually Snape kept a tight hold of her for a long moment. Then as she leant her head back against his shoulder he kissed her deeply.
Then taking her left wrist and raising the watch so they could both see it and smirked, “I told you I could make you come in less than a minute…my little whore.”
Hermione tried to glare at him, but finding it impossible she eyed him mischievously and murmured. “Game on,” as she returned his kiss.
“I look forward to it,” he replied smoothly, then squeezing her tightly to him, whispered, “Happy birthday my love.”
Hermione smiled, looking at the elegant antique Muggle watch he had charmed to include a timer function.
“An excellent choice of gift Severus,” she purred as she raised her eyebrows wickedly. “It will be most useful as well as attractive I think.”
As they held each other they smiled the smiles of lovers.
~fin~
by Ira
Disclaimer: They are still not mine, and I am still poor.
A week or so later Severus Snape watched Hermione discreetly, his upper lip curled in distaste as she cheered on Ron and Harry in the Quidditch match against Slytherin. Having just witnessed Ron saving a goal Hermione was already clapping and cheering enthusiastically. When Potter caught the snitch from under Malfoy’s nose, winning the game by exactly 120 points Hermione went wild. Screaming out her jubilations she looked the picture of exuberant youth.
Pushing down the feelings, this roused in him, he fought too to control his body. Turning towards Lucius Malfoy who had launched a scathing tirade against Potter, mudbloods and all houses but Slytherin he kept his expression passive. Muttering about all students being bastards anyway – with the exception of Draco of course – Severus murmured his excuses and left. Striding across the Quidditch pitch, he was delayed only slightly by offering a few sharp comments to the Slytherin team and taking the time to return Minerva’s beaming smile with a sneer.
Entering his dungeons through the classroom he was startled by a little cough coming from the corner of his room. Turning sharply towards the noise he saw Hermione Granger perched on the edge of his desk. Seeing the combination of her childish grin, her cocky posture and her challenging stare infuriated Severus. He hadn’t noticed her leave the match before him; she must be looking for trouble he mused.
Snapping he covered the distance between them quickly and silently. As he stopped in front of her, her smile wavered a little and as he seized her by the hair, her smile slipped into a look of terror. Pulling her harshly to her feet by her chestnut locks he bent his face to hers. “Do not play games with me Miss Granger,” sneering at her he continued. “For you will lose.”
Grabbing her wrist Snape reached into his pocket and bringing out a silver coloured band quickly fastened it around her left wrist. Hermione gazed at it and then at him, confusion and shock clearly displayed.
Snape barked out a short laugh. “Not so brave now Miss Granger.” He spat at her, before twisting his hand in her hair causing her to cry out.
Standing behind her Snape pulled her head backwards so it rested on his shoulder. She couldn’t look at him without hurting her eyes so she instead stared straight forward, her muscles taut, teeth clenched.
“Miss Granger…” Snape began maliciously without warning, “you are a filthy little slut. I see you parading yourself in front of Potter and Weasley, your skirt flapping round your thighs as your robe ‘conveniently’ keeps falling open.”
“I see,” he continued his voice a harsh whisper now, “the way you bend over your cauldron with your shirt buttons undone.”
“You, Miss Granger,” he continued mockingly, “are nothing but a common whore, a slag, an easy lay.”
Pushing his face to hers Hermione could smell the bitter sweet aroma of a hundred potions ingredients that infused his robes, no matter how often they were cleaned.
Her heart beat wildly, her head span. Weak at the knees Hermione couldn’t help but slump backwards against him.
Snape grinned.
Running his hands down her sides he laughed quietly, sadistically as he continued his tirade of insults against her.
As his razor sharp yet silkily smooth barbs rained down on Hermione, she heard herself whimper.
As Snape lifted her skirt she cried out softly, “No…”
“Ah but Miss Granger, my little slut, I know you don’t mean that, I know that you don’t dislike this at all.”
As her body betrayed her Hermione parted his legs as he began to stroke her in her most private place.
As he found the centre of her arousal Hermione’s knees buckled. Before she could fall she felt him grasp her across the chest and lower them both quickly to the floor.
As her knees banged against the hard stone of the dungeon floor she gasped in pain.
Snape ignored it.
Pushing into her with two fingers he tightened his grip around her as she tried to slump forward. Holding her up he spread her juices from her tight hot wetness to her throbbing clit. Repeating the action over and over Snape felt Hermione contract around his fingers. Increasing his speed and thrust even more he grinned widely when she cried out loudly as the waves of her orgasm encompassed her.
Slowing his movements gradually Snape kept a tight hold of her for a long moment. Then as she leant her head back against his shoulder he kissed her deeply.
Then taking her left wrist and raising the watch so they could both see it and smirked, “I told you I could make you come in less than a minute…my little whore.”
Hermione tried to glare at him, but finding it impossible she eyed him mischievously and murmured. “Game on,” as she returned his kiss.
“I look forward to it,” he replied smoothly, then squeezing her tightly to him, whispered, “Happy birthday my love.”
Hermione smiled, looking at the elegant antique Muggle watch he had charmed to include a timer function.
“An excellent choice of gift Severus,” she purred as she raised her eyebrows wickedly. “It will be most useful as well as attractive I think.”
As they held each other they smiled the smiles of lovers.
~fin~