A Birthday From Mars

A Birthday From Mars
by Bella

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns HP and the characters... I’m simply playing with them. They will be safely returned, I promise. :) Enjoy!

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Whether it was from the exhaustion she felt creeping up her spine, or the actual pain that was currently residing there, she didn’t know. Nor, at this point in time, did she care. Everything of the morning’s events had blurred together in one monochromatic screen play that seemed a bit out-of-whack. Perhaps it was the fact that her kidnappers were her two best friends, or that the gag in her mouth was none other than her own sock balled up. A silencer, all right.

She wasn’t mad, just curious, and she really couldn’t help feeling a bit restless every time the car hit an air pocket, and in return, her head bounced off of the trunk’s rough carpeting... landing with a loud ‘plump’.

Hermione never thought to question her two best friends when they had told her that they wanted to go back into the Forbidden Forest and retrieve the car they had crashed into the Whomping Willow in their second year. Even though they had already graduated, the proposition to come to Hogwarts on a mission did anything but make her question why. Her faithful alliance to Ron and Harry had never wavered– not even in the times of Voldemort... so why would it now?

When she heard the motorized car begin to slow, she breathed in deeply (through her nose, of course) and waited for the wheels to touch the ground again. Damn Mr. Weasley to the deepest pits of hell for ever getting the car and bewitching it to fly.

While anxiously waiting for the car’s touch-down, Hermione Granger thought about the past seven years, and how much of ride it had been. Bumpy at times, of course, but evened out with all of the goods. She had attended Hogwarts with her two best friends and she had been happier than ever. Even when Voldemort had come back she had felt, in a weird kind of way, calm. She figured that if she were to die in the war, then so be it. She had, so far, had a fairly happy life... Following Dumbledore and the rest of the Order into battle had simply felt... right.

And now that the war had ended, with Voldemort dead and never to return (at least not in her lifetime– she hoped), she was once again allowed to roam the streets of Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley without having to worry about a loyal Death Eater of some sort hunting her down and casting the Avada Kedavra on her.

Not only that, but now she was free to spread her wings and fly. She had graduated from Hogwarts the past June with her dwindled class (most had been victims of the war), and she had been given two major choices. She could either go to a University not far from Hogwarts and everything she loved. Or, she could stay at Hogwarts and take up Albus’s offer to teach Charms, as Filius Flitwick had been one of the few teachers that had been lost due to the final battle. Seeing as the term had already started, Albus had hired a stand-in until Hermione made up her mind on what she wanted to do.

Before Hermione could think on it any longer, or dwell on all of the good things that Professor Flitwick had told her during their time together as student and teacher, the car gave a great heave and then landed hard against the ground. She heard Harry’s voice give a loud ‘whoop!’ before the car stopped completely and the trunk hatch was opened, causing Hermione to shut her eyes against the blinding sun.

“Come on, Herm. Look where we are.” Ron lifted her easily out of the car and placed her on her feet.

Adjusting herself back to the normal standing position, Hermione closed her eyes as the bones in her back cracked back into place. She looked around her, smiled oddly because of the gag, and then passed out cold just as everyone yelled, “Surprise!”

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The warm September breeze blew across her face and forced her back to consciousness. She opened her eyes and was presented with the sight of Madam Pomfrey wringing her hands and looking down at her.

Sitting up, Hermione looked around. Almost everyone from the Order was there at the Burrow– Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Tonks, and even Snape. A grin broke out on her face and she jumped up and stood, though a little unsteadily at first.

“Happy Birthday, Hermione,” Albus said as he walked over to her and gave her a hug. “Quite a ride, I see.”

Hermione bit back a giggle. “Like you wouldn’t believe, Sir, and thank you.”

One by one everyone made their rounds to her and hugged her– everyone but Snape who just stood off to the side and scowled. ‘Well, if he has something better to do, then he’d best get moving,’ thought Hermione bitterly as she took a seat at the picnic table between Harry and Ginny.

When everyone was seated and ready to begin stuffing their faces, Mrs. Weasley stood up and raised her plastic cup of pumpkin juice. Smiling, she looked around at each face and began her short speech. “I’m sure we’re all glad to be sitting here wishing Hermione a wonderful nineteenth birthday. We should all be grateful with the war over– divided we are not, and will never be. Such a young age you are, Hermione. Treasure it while you can– live your life how you want and don’t ever skip a beat. Happy Birthday, dear.”

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and stood to run around the table. She enveloped Molly Weasley in a suffocating hug.

“Ah, come on ladies. We’re shriveling away to nothing over here.”

Hermione let go of Mrs. Weasley and turned an accusing, but amused, eye on George before taking her seat back between Harry and Ginny. They ate and chatted, and by the time they had finished, Fred and George had turned on the music and were dancing crazily with one another.

Hermione and Ginny jumped up and began dancing too, as did the other young guests. When the ‘macarena’ came on, Dumbledore insisted on teaching them the dance moves. The third time through, everyone got it and was giggling madly at the sight of Dumbledore shaking his backside. The party was now in full swing.

While the younger lot (excluding Albus), the older adults mingled around the picnic table. Hermione sighed in contentment. All of this had been for her– never in her life had she been the center of attention like this. Sure, her spotlight at Hogwarts while being the famous Harry Potter’s friend could have given this party a run for its money, but she doubted it. She felt exhilarated, happy.

Turning away from her friends, she made a retreat into the Burrow to use the loo. She did her business quickly and left the bathroom. On the way out, she ran into (literally) Professor Snape.

Her eyes narrowed for a brief moment before she remembered who she was glaring at. “I’m sorry, Professor.”

“Do watch where you are going, Miss Granger. Or at least tie that rat’s nest back so you can see.” His usual biting remark was accented with a trademark sneer. ‘Happy Birthday, Miss Granger.’ The last thing Snape expected back from Hermione was cheek.

“Fuck you.”

Her words hit a chord in his chest and sunk in like venom. ‘A big mistake, little girl.’ But was she that anymore, he wondered silently to himself. Hermione Granger had dared to cross him, something that was rare in a student – especially in a Gryffindor Know-It-All like herself.

Narrowing his eyes, Snape retorted, “Excuse me, child? You wouldn’t know how unless it concerned a book.”

“I am no child, you ignorant old man. I’m tired of you treating me like a child – a child that I AM NOT.” Her voice was raised only a little, but not enough to attract the attention of the party guests outside. Hermione was surprised at her own courage. She watched as her ex-professor’s face turned upward in surprise, and then turned herself and started to walk away. As an afterthought, “Oh, and by the way... You’d be surprised at what I can do – concerning or not concerning books, SIR.”

Before she reached the door, Hermione was jerked back by Snape and was pushed against the wall. His face was only inches from hers as he said, “Care to demonstrate, Miss Granger? You seemed to have grown more courage in the past five minutes than you ever had in the duration of your stay at Hogwarts.”

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but was silenced as Snape’s lips crashed down on her own. Well, she’d be damned. She never thought this would be a part of her birthday party.

She slowly gave in as his lips tempted her into pleasure. She opened her mouth a little and allowed him to explore the inside as her arms went up around his neck and she tangled her fingers in with his hair, bringing him even closer.

His chest was solid, she noted as she pressed up against him. Who would have guessed that the Bat of the Dungeon’s could possess skill of making none other than the Insufferable Know-It-All melt into one big puddle of lust? A puddle indeed. Their hips ground together automatically as they passionately went at each other with their lips. Hermione could feel his arousal as he pressed up against her core.

She broke away from the kiss, and noticed that his eyes were black as night and filled with want– with need. She tugged him into the bathroom and ripped her shirt off. So much for subtleties, she thought. Severus growled with anticipation and grabbed his wand from his robes, and, with a flick of his wrist, sent the remainder of both of their clothes across the small room.

The edge of the sink was cold on Hermione’s bottom, but was a nice contrast to his rough squeezing just seconds before. She found herself moaning as his lips attached to her breast. His tongue darted out between his lips and caressed the sensitive nipple.

A hand traveled down to her thigh. Teasingly, his fingers trailed over lightly up until he came just centimeters from touching her womanhood. He was pleased at her gasp when he finally allowed his fingers to come into contact with her center. Burying two fingers inside of her and dropped down on his knees. He put his tongue to use again, traveling up and down her clit.

Hermione had never felt this good before. She was in ecstacy, having her ex-professor finger fuck her while driving her over the edge with his tongue. Here she sat on the edge of the sink, legs spread, head back and moaning... while Snape’s head was positioned between her legs as he ate her out.

She trembled with each stroke of his tongue... his magnificent tongue that she now discovered could do damage in both kinds of ways.

Hermione could feel her orgasm begin to start as he continued nipping at the small nub between her legs. The small sphere grew in size and caught fire. She let out a scream, gasped, and then “oohhh’d” when Snape stood and slammed into her. He was graceful- she’d give him that. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands went around his neck again. She moved her hips against his, attempting to meet his thrusts, as she placed love bites on his collar bone.

Mark him, she thought. Let him see what I’ve done to him.

Snape thought he was going to explode. She was tight, but not a virgin. He could feel her breasts move against his chest every time he thrust into her... could hear her throaty moans whenever he hit the soft spot inside of her.

Love is a verb, but this was not love. This was down right shagging.

Let her suffer a little longer, he told himself. She deserved it. He pulled out for a second but then pounded back into her. Stupid little git. Slam! Let her show me. SLAM! Oh fuck. He felt her muscles clench around him and she screamed out his name, gasping. Snape held on for a few seconds longer as her juices crept around his shaft. He closed his eyes and let himself go. He spilled his seed inside of her and rested his head on her shoulder. His breathing was ragged and his forehead was lined with sweat.

Her eyes were clouded over in sexual satisfaction, and a small smile played at her lips. Her birthday certainly didn’t go as planned. First, she was tied up by Ron and Harry and thrown into the back of a bewitched car. Then, she had learned to do the Macarena from Professor Dumbledore. But the true highlight of her birthday? She had been fucked senseless by none other than the greasy git, Snape. Yes, she was satisfied.

Snape had a smirk on his face and said, “You did not lie, Miss Granger. You are not only good with books.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow at this statement, a small smile playing at her lips. She, too, got herself situated and watched him start for the door. As he exited, Snape mumbled, “Oh, and by the way... Happy Birthday.”


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A/N: Hey guys. :) I feel kind of weird about the sex scene... but, I hope you enjoyed it. ^.^ All reviews are encouraged and are appreciated-- seriously! So tell me what you think, please.

~ Bella