Becoming Head Girl

Author's Note:

This is my first lemon. I hope you all enjoy it! Reviews would be appreciated.

Thank you,

Amelia

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Hermione picked at her breakfast and tried to ignore everything that was going on around her. The sorting ceremony was over, and the Headmistress had declared the new school year officially underway. Under normal circumstances, she would have been happy today. The position of Head Girl was very coveted among the students. She wasn't happy though. She knew his eyes were on her again. He had stared at her like a tiger stalking its prey ever since last term. The lustful looks became even more intense after she accepted the Head Girl position.

Severus Snape was not a nice man. For years he had been absolutely cruel to her, calling her an insufferable, know-it-all and belittling her at every turn. His arrogant sneer always let her know that she would never be considered his equal. She was muggleborn, and a Gryffindor as well, and he never let her forget that in class. Yes, his grading was fair, but his personality left much to be desired. Hermione often wondered why he seemed to hate her so much. She was the brightest student in her class, and tried not to cause too much trouble. He frightened her beyond belief. Even though he had been cleared of Dumbledore's murder, Hermione still saw him as a very dangerous man. She went out of her way not to speak to him, even at Order meetings. She had seen him fight. He was powerful and vicious, just like any Death Eater. He could easily overpower her, and he knew it. That's what was so frightening. During the past year, his sneer had turned into a look of hunger. She didn't know which one was worse. Every time he got close to her, he made sure to brush up against her as he passed. He hadn't touched her, but there was little doubt that he wanted to. Although she was no longer a virgin, the idea of such a callous man violating her scared her to no ends. What scared her the most is that now she would be sleeping in a room alone, away from the safety of Gryffindor Tower.

After not eating much of her breakfast, she went to her new room and unpacked. She busied herself putting away her clothes and personal items while playing light rock music on a radio that stood on her desk. Suddenly her favorite love song came on, and she began to sing along with it.

Girl, its been a long, long time comin
But i, I know that its been worth the wait
It feels like springtime in winter
It feels like christmas in june
It feels like heaven has opened up its gates for me and you

And every time I close my eyes
I thank the lord that Ive got you
And youve got me too
And every time I think of it
I pinch myself cause
I dont believe its true
That someone like you
Loves me too

"You have a very lovely voice, Miss Granger." came a silky voice from behind her.

She spun around quickly, knowing full well who that voice belonged to. It was him. He was standing in the doorway staring at her, his arms crossed in front of him.

She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, Professor. You startled me."

He walked in and replied, "Why is your door open if you don't want visitors?"

His black eyes seemed to go right through her. She tried to ignore the butterflies that were gathering in her stomach and said, "I was caught up in unpacking, Sir. I didn't see you come to my door."

"I wanted to congratulate you on becoming Head Girl." he replied softly, "I've also come to tell you that I spoke to Dean Andrews at the University. He's agreed to admit you to the Potions program on a full scholarship."

Hermione gasped in disbelief. Muggleborns always had a hard time getting into the University, but it was even more so with the Potions program. Purebloods like the Malfoys made sure the best-kept potion formulas stayed within their own ranks. It was rare that a muggleborn was even given a chance.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "I don't believe it! They actually let me in, and on a full scholarship?"

He gave a solemn nod. "Yes, thanks to my intervention. I told the dean he would be an imbecile if he didn't admit you. You're by far the brightest student I've ever taught. I agreed to give you a summer internship in order to prepare you for the program."

Hermione's mouth was gaping. "I..I..I don't know what to say." she stammered weakly.

He turned to walk away and softly said as he left, "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll thank me for it. Good day, Miss Granger."

Hermione watched him disappear and dropped her head. She was no fool. She knew what his words meant. He wanted sex from her, and he would nix the arrangement if she didn't comply.

"What a bastard!" she muttered. Maybe she wasn't a virgin, but she definitely didn't deserve to be treated like some whore for hire. Still, she knew the Professor well enough to know that turning him down would have far worse consequences than letting him fuck her. He had a very nasty streak in him. The Dark Lord's fall hadn't changed that one bit. He would have her, or she would certainly get a barely passing grade in Potions, and never get into the University. Severus Snape was not a wizard you wanted to anger. It could very well be the last thing you do.

Hermione went to her classes and tried not to think about what had just happened. It wasn't that she found the idea of sleeping with her Potionsmaster distasteful. She actually found him very attractive, and loved his silky voice. What she didn't like was the fact that he could hurt her. She knew that as a Death Eater he had raped many women, despite being a spy. She was certain Voldemort wouldn't have given him a choice, even if he didn't want to.

She spent the rest of the day wondering what he was going to do to her. All during Advanced Potions class he looked up at her and smirked smugly. By the end of the day, she was terrified beyond belief, but had resigned herself to her fate.

When night fell, she took a hot shower, dried her hair, and slid on her fuzzy, blue pajama set. She lay in bed, silently staring up at the dark ceiling. The moonlight filtered through the small window, casting a soft glow on her face. Several hours passed, and she was still unable to fall asleep.

Finally, the door slowly creaked open. She watched him as he walked in, making as little sound as possible. He drew his wand and muttered incantations to silence the room and keep out any unwelcomed guests.

She took a deep breath as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His gloved hand glided smoothly over her cheek. Panic-stricken, she began to cry softly.

"No tears, Miss Granger." he rasped as his other hand came down to unbutton her pajama blouse, "Relax now, and we'll both enjoy this."

Before she could think, Hermione pleaded, "Please don't hurt me."

He smirked and leaned down until he was just an inch from her lips. "Are you going to be a good little girl and give me what I want, Miss Granger? If you do, I promise you won't regret it. If you fight me, I'll be most...displeased with you. Am I clear?"

All Hermione could do was nod through her sobs.

His mouth came down on hers in a gently kiss. She lie motionless as his hand massaged her right breast. Her entire body began to tremble as he deepened the kiss. She could feel his tongue slide into her mouth and dance around hers. When he broke the kiss, he gave her a half smile. "I've waited a long time for this. As of this moment, you are mine, Miss Granger. You will not date others. You will not sleep with others. You are MINE, completely. Is that understood?"

Again, Hermione nodded but remained silent.

He kissed her again and slid off her pajama bottoms and underwear. She gasped against his kiss, but kept silent.

His mouth came down to her neck, and he gently kissed the delicate skin there. She was still terrified, but relieved that he wasn't being rough as she had expected. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her at all if she kept complying. She could only hope.

"Mmm...so soft." he whispered in her ear before carefully nibbling at her earlobe.

She remained silent and turned her head so that the entire side of her neck was exposed to him. He trailed soft kisses all the way down to where her neck met her shoulders, then ran his tongue along it on the way back up.

"Veeeery good, Miss Granger. I'm enjoying this even more than I expected." he rasped in her ear.

Suddenly he stood up and with a wave of his wand, removed all of his clothing. Hermione gulped as she looked at his powerful body. He had a lot of scars, from Voldemort's beatings, no doubt. His bosy was lean and trim, but very pale from his life of solitude in the dungeons.

Hermione sighed deeply as he mounted her. She fully expected him to pummel into her right then and there, but he didn't. He instead slid down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked it gently, swirling his tongue around it over and over again. Hermione felt it harden along with her other nipple. She had no idea why he was being so gentle, but so far the encounter really hadn't been as bad as she had thought.

After thoroughly sucking the first nipple, his mouth went to the other. Hermione breathed slowly and remained as still as she could beneath him.

When he was finished with the second nipple, he slid down to the foot of the bed and spread her legs. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when his tongue found her clit. He went slowly, deliberately moving his tongue skillfullly back and forth. She was getting wet. Despite her fear, she had to admit that her Potionsmaster was very skilled at what he was doing. She'd never had this done to her before, and the truth was, it felt good...very good.

She moaned softly as he quickened the pace, and closed her eyes. This wasn't what she'd expected to feel. She had expected him to simply fuck her brutally, then go about his business. This was very different.

He stopped momentarily and whispered, "See, good little girls get pleasure, Miss Granger."

She moaned louder as his tongue dove into her. Another gasp escaped her lips, and she began to move involuntarily. It was too much. It felt incredible! She couldn't help but love it.

"Brace yourself, Miss Granger." he whispered then began lapping very hungrily at her clit over and over again. Hermione gasped and moaned out loud. Her body writhed in ecstacy and her hands gribbed the sheets on her bed. The pleasure kept growing and growing until finally, she arched her back and let out a loud cry as she came.

She fought to catch her breath as he slid back up onto her body. She could feel his erection against her slit. She closed her eyes and waited. He entered her slowly and began to move in and out of her.

"Mmm...so gooood." he whispered.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him. He looked like he was in heaven. She was enjoying it too. His movements were slow, gentle and calculated. Slowly, she began to match his movements.

He moaned and said, "Oh, yes, such a good girl. You like this, don't you, Miss Granger?"

Hermione nodded and for the first time during the encounter spoke, "Yes, I...I wasn't expecting it to be like this."

Much to her surprise, he smiled at her. "I've been dying to fuck you. I want to savor every precious moment of it."

She kept pace with his movements and moaned. Gods, this was so much better than the sex she'd had with Ron. The Professor was much larger, and he knew exactly how to move.

She slid her arms around him and quickened the pace. The pleasure was just too good. She wanted more of it...a lot more.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked down at her. "Oh, you like that, do you?"

Suddenly he began thrusting into her full force. She grunted and struggled to keep pace with him.

"Oh Gods!" she moaned.

He thrust into her over and over again. Each thrust felt better and better. The friction made the bed squaak beneath them. Hermione clutched him tightly and he kissed her mouth hard.

"Oh yes, Witch!" he gasped as his lips parted from hers, "That's a good girl. You're enjoying me fucking you, aren't you?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, yes, I love it!"

He pounded into her, making her writhe uncontrollably. He cursed softly as he drove into her rapidly. Finally, she arched her back and screamed as her body was wracked by a mindblowing orgasm. His shortly followed.

She fell back onto the bed, panting and gasping for air. He seemed pleased, but not ruffled in the least. He got up and with another wave of his wand, was dressed in his robes once again.

"Thank you, Miss Granger. That was very, very good. You're not only brilliant, you're the best fuck I've ever had in my life. Trust me, that's a compliment." he said silkily, then turned and carefully made his way out of the room.

Hermione closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, knowing that she was now happy to be Head Girl.