The Fates Mock Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,946
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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The Fates Mock Me
The Fates Mock Me
She is my obsession. I knew that the Fates would never allow me to posses her. I had given up on hope years before and there was no sense in thinking that this would be any different than the many times before when I had been crushed by the black boot of disappointment. Still, my heart weeps for her and my body aches to be pressed against hers.
*****
I hadn’t felt this way in the beginning. I am many things but a pervert isn’t one of them and she was merely a child then. Her bushy head and bucked teeth were not to my liking, still her mind shined. I was intrigued by this little muggle born girl who came to Hogwarts with her head full of facts. She was so keen to learn and she soaked up my every word in her lessons. I, of course, did all I could to break her spirit. I told her that she was insufferable and I teased her mercilessly. She reminded me of myself. I had been ridiculed for being just as she was. Why should she not suffer that same fate?
It did nothing to break her resolve and she constantly put forth her best efforts to impress me. She succeeded though I never dared let her know. I’d decided that it would only further encourage her know-it-all demeanor and make her bushy head even bigger. I hated that she was just as I was at her age yet she had friends and could almost be called popular.
Now, five years after the fall of the Dark Lord and she’s returned to take the position of Charms Professor. I had followed her career and the advancements that she made while she researched. She had found a counter-charm for the imperious curse and was widely recognized as a war hero. Albus didn’t even tell me she was returning to Hogwarts, I read it in the Daily Prophet and nearly choked on my morning tea.
I hadn’t stopped thinking of her since that day on the battlefield. It was the day that I stopped seeing Miss Granger the annoying girl and finally saw Hermione the woman and soldier. She was so strong, standing there with her wand poised and not a hint of fear in her eye as Bellatrix Lestrange bore down upon her. I found respect for her there and found what would be the object of my affections.
*****
I dreamed about her every night, my fantasies played out in color for my sleeping mind. She was always forceful with me in those dreams. She was the warrior woman that I’d seen on the battlefield. She wasn’t Miss Granger in my dreams, she was Hermione.
I would watch her storm into my office, her hair blowing out wildly behind her. She would press me up against the blackboard and capture my lips. I would ache for a soft and gentle touch from her, something to let me know that she loved me. She never gave me that, even in my fantasies I deny myself that connection. She was forceful but passionate. She crushed my lips to hers and bit down hard enough to draw blood.
In only moments she’d have my pants around my ankles and her hand between us. She’d bite down on my neck while she worked my cock with her soft hand. I’d moan senselessly, letting her do as she wished.
She never got fully unclothed for me. She’d throw me to the ground, lift her robes and open the top buttons so that her breasts were freed. How I would ache to touch her stomach, or kiss the hip bone that my hand held onto for support. She’d straddle me and drive my dick into her with such force that I felt as though I might explode right away.
She never cried out as women are oft to do. She was a warrior and she’d only grunt and hiss at my pleasure. She rode me as I clasped my hands onto her hips. If I was lucky the robes would ride up just enough so that I could rub my hand along her milky thigh.
I would move with her, moaning and undulating. She merely rode atop me, breathing rapidly and caressing her breasts. She always came as I did, a small pleasure that my dreams afforded me. I would push her down forcefully and feel her walls tighten before I emptied myself into her.
There were never any words, she would dress and leave me.
*****
I wake up alone in my chambers every morning, sticky with sweat and semen. I shower and prepare myself for the day knowing that my dreams will never be reality. I make my way to breakfast and am greeted with the sight of her. Still, she is no longer Hermione Granger my soldier. No…she is now Professor Hermione Weasley, war hero married to a war hero. The Fates do mock me so.
She is my obsession. I knew that the Fates would never allow me to posses her. I had given up on hope years before and there was no sense in thinking that this would be any different than the many times before when I had been crushed by the black boot of disappointment. Still, my heart weeps for her and my body aches to be pressed against hers.
*****
I hadn’t felt this way in the beginning. I am many things but a pervert isn’t one of them and she was merely a child then. Her bushy head and bucked teeth were not to my liking, still her mind shined. I was intrigued by this little muggle born girl who came to Hogwarts with her head full of facts. She was so keen to learn and she soaked up my every word in her lessons. I, of course, did all I could to break her spirit. I told her that she was insufferable and I teased her mercilessly. She reminded me of myself. I had been ridiculed for being just as she was. Why should she not suffer that same fate?
It did nothing to break her resolve and she constantly put forth her best efforts to impress me. She succeeded though I never dared let her know. I’d decided that it would only further encourage her know-it-all demeanor and make her bushy head even bigger. I hated that she was just as I was at her age yet she had friends and could almost be called popular.
Now, five years after the fall of the Dark Lord and she’s returned to take the position of Charms Professor. I had followed her career and the advancements that she made while she researched. She had found a counter-charm for the imperious curse and was widely recognized as a war hero. Albus didn’t even tell me she was returning to Hogwarts, I read it in the Daily Prophet and nearly choked on my morning tea.
I hadn’t stopped thinking of her since that day on the battlefield. It was the day that I stopped seeing Miss Granger the annoying girl and finally saw Hermione the woman and soldier. She was so strong, standing there with her wand poised and not a hint of fear in her eye as Bellatrix Lestrange bore down upon her. I found respect for her there and found what would be the object of my affections.
*****
I dreamed about her every night, my fantasies played out in color for my sleeping mind. She was always forceful with me in those dreams. She was the warrior woman that I’d seen on the battlefield. She wasn’t Miss Granger in my dreams, she was Hermione.
I would watch her storm into my office, her hair blowing out wildly behind her. She would press me up against the blackboard and capture my lips. I would ache for a soft and gentle touch from her, something to let me know that she loved me. She never gave me that, even in my fantasies I deny myself that connection. She was forceful but passionate. She crushed my lips to hers and bit down hard enough to draw blood.
In only moments she’d have my pants around my ankles and her hand between us. She’d bite down on my neck while she worked my cock with her soft hand. I’d moan senselessly, letting her do as she wished.
She never got fully unclothed for me. She’d throw me to the ground, lift her robes and open the top buttons so that her breasts were freed. How I would ache to touch her stomach, or kiss the hip bone that my hand held onto for support. She’d straddle me and drive my dick into her with such force that I felt as though I might explode right away.
She never cried out as women are oft to do. She was a warrior and she’d only grunt and hiss at my pleasure. She rode me as I clasped my hands onto her hips. If I was lucky the robes would ride up just enough so that I could rub my hand along her milky thigh.
I would move with her, moaning and undulating. She merely rode atop me, breathing rapidly and caressing her breasts. She always came as I did, a small pleasure that my dreams afforded me. I would push her down forcefully and feel her walls tighten before I emptied myself into her.
There were never any words, she would dress and leave me.
*****
I wake up alone in my chambers every morning, sticky with sweat and semen. I shower and prepare myself for the day knowing that my dreams will never be reality. I make my way to breakfast and am greeted with the sight of her. Still, she is no longer Hermione Granger my soldier. No…she is now Professor Hermione Weasley, war hero married to a war hero. The Fates do mock me so.