Coming of Age

It wasn’t as though she hadn’t thought about it before.

The potions professor, whom she had long considered to be the epitome of all that was repulsive, seemed to have developed an air of sensuality that was impossible to ignore. She realized fully that the change was not in him, but that her perception had merely changed as the result of her own maturity into a woman throughout the years. His formerly greasy and slick hair now appeared soft and dark, and she longed to run her fingers through it. His long fingers she had seen him use so many times to point his wand at one of her classmates in a threatening matter now seemed inviting and elegant, and his deep, smooth, and slow voice left her wondering what else he could do with his tongue.

As much as she dreamed, she never expected her fantasy to be anything but abstract. She was well aware that she was high on his list of least favorite students (surpassed only by Harry, Ron, and possibly Neville) and the idea of Severus Snape sleeping with a student, even one of legal age, was simply preposterous. Hermione, though somewhat of a daydreamer, was a practical girl, and did not have the intention of embarrassing herself by attempting to seduce the potions master.

As you can infer, all this explains her surprise at the events that ensued graduation night.

It was Hermione’s final night in Hogwarts castle. She had marched towards the front of the Great Hall to receive her diploma, along with the rest of her class. She (as the student with the highest marks) has been obligated to give a speech, encouraging her peers to reach their “full potential”, and of course to thank all who had helped her along the way. As Hermione skipped down the hall, returning from visiting all her favorite teachers one last time before she made her way into the world, she reflected back and realized that everything she had said she had truly meant, as corny as it sounded. She had attended school with some very talented young adults, all of whom she wished the best.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she realized what she had just passed- Snape’s dungeon. She stopped midstep.

She had always thought it to be a ridiculous cliché that a dark, brooding character like Severus Snape had been assigned the dungeon as his classroom/private office, but tonight it seemed as eerie as stereotype implied. It was customary for students to visit and say good-bye to their teachers upon graduating from Hogwarts, but surely Snape was not expecting any visitors, tonight or ever. She didn’t know what compelled her, but nevertheless, she opened the door and found herself standing on the opposite end of the room from her Potions professor, Severus Snape.

“What do you want, Miss Granger?” He inquired, without looking up from the papers he was grading. What exactly he was grading at the end of the school year was beyond her.

“I...I...” She stammered, rapidly willing her mind to form a plausible excuse for her to be there. Staring into the professors eyes filled her with anxiety.

“Nevermind, Miss Granger. I am perfectly aware of what you want.”

A tidal wave of humiliation seemed to strike her, and she could not fathom how she could have been so dense all these years.

Snape was an accomplished Occlumens.

All of her fantasies, all of her desires, all the intensely sexual scenarios she had formed in her head he was well aware of.

Her first instinct, of course, was to run, escape, go back to the girls dormitory and forget she had ever known Severus Snape and that this night had never happened. However, Snapes curious reaction interested her enough that she chose to stay.

He had risen from his desk, bent over, leaning on his outspread arms for support and staring at her intensely.

“Professor, I...” She began, not quite sure what to say. Should she deny it? No, that would be an insult to his intelligence. Should she apologize? What good would that do? She turned her back for the door when he began to speak.

“Leaving so soon, Miss Granger?”

She couldn’t make sense of his behavior at that moment, but one thing she could conclude, the reaction at hand was certainly not rejection of any sort.

She ran, almost glided across the length of the classroom to kiss him hard, passionately, on the lips, cupping his face in her hands.

She felt as though she had been given her first drop of water after being lost in the desert for days and nights on end, she felt like she had just woken up from a deep sleep she had been in for ages. She was in complete disbelief, her ultimate fantasy was coming true.

She could feel the warmth of his large hands on the small of her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the tip of her toes so that their lips could meet, he was much taller than she. She never imagined that she would ever be this close to him, but she could feel the heat of his body pressed up against her’s and her chest pushed up against his.

He lay her down on over his desk gracefully, as was everything he did. They were lying side by side before she pulled her body up to straddle him, his long arms engulfing her and pulling her body tighter against his. His tongue danced in her mouth and his hands began moving up and down the length of her back. His touch was more pleasurable than anything she had ever felt before.

The Potions classroom had always had a bit of a chill to it’s air, but Hermione had never felt such intense heat in her life. The room was lit entirely by candlelight, the light of the flames reflecting off his moist skin. Their breathing, quick and shallow, echoed through the vaulted room.

She tore off his robes with a hungry force to reveal his masculine, muscular chest as it had always appeared in her dreams but not how she expected it to actually be. She was pleasantly surprised.

She sat erect, still straddling his waist to strip off her shirt and reveal her milky white, perfectly round breasts cupped in a lacy black bra, not something one would have expected Hermione Granger to wear. Snape gave a small smirk of approval as she felt his growing hardness against her. With her small hands she grasped the sides of his waste and pulled his pants down the length of his long legs, equally as muscular as his chest. She quickly concluded that the creator had been very generous to Severus Snape, his cock was larger than she thought was possible, hard and throbbing.

She felt a longing between her legs like she had never felt before, she wanted him more than she had previously comprehended.

She climbed back on top of him and he kissed her on the neck, his tongue making it’s way down her neck, moving in a circular motion. She let out a quiet moan, it was as though she was being cruelly tortured, only getting a taste of the pleasure Snape was capable of giving her.

His she could feel the soft pressure of his tongue moving down the length of her body before reaching between her legs, she felt waves of pleasure surge through her body as his tongue jutted in and out of her. She could barely stifle her screams of pleasure. As much as she had enjoyed exploring the contents of her imagination in regards to the sexual talents of Severus Snape, she had never even come close to expecting anything to ever feel this good.

She felt his soft, warm tongue abruptly stop the circular motions it was performing and she whimpered in protest.

“Shh, Hermione.” He whispered softly into her ear. It was the first time he had ever addressed her by her first name, and the sensual way in which it rolled off his tongue left a sly smile on her face.

His cold, black eyes focused on her’s and she knew what was coming. She felt his erection flirt with her entrance before he thrust himself inside of her, a tiny spark of pain predeceased shocks of the most all-consuming pleasure she had ever felt.

He was panting hard, she had never seen the Professor express any sort of reaction to physical pain or pleasure before. Though slightly distracted by the intense, all-engulfing flow of physical pleasure flowing throughout her body, she looked up to see an expression on Snapes face that conveyed complete and total ecstasy, and she knew he had come inside of her.

She was still in shock as to the fact that Snape would even consider touching her, much less actually take her, right here, on top of his desk.

It was all too much, he was inside of her, thrusting harder and harder with every push, obviously determined to bring her to the same level of climax he had achieved.

Her insides erupt in sheer ecstasy, she tried not to scream but failed, letting out a deep moan as she gasped for air. This was better than her most arousing fantasy tenfold.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Severus Snape was a master at much more than Potions.

As Snape redressed himself in his classic black robes that had been disregarded onto the floor of the classroom, Hermione lay there on the desk, naked, staring up at the cieling, a small smirk on her face.

I, Hermione Granger, just had sex with Professor Snape on top of his desk. It was almost too difficult to comprehend.

“Do you intend to get dressed, Miss Granger?” His smooth voice cut through her thoughts.

“Eventually, Professor.” Obviously their encounter had not softened the formality of their relationship. “You have to understand, however, my desire to savor the moment. Rarely does one’s ultimate sexual fantasy become reality.”

“That was my assumption too, Miss Granger. That was my assumption, too.” And he winked before instructing her to get dressed.