A Lesson Not Forgotten

Disclaimer: Jo holds the reigns as far as Snape is concerned, or so she thinks.

A Lesson Not Forgotten

Hermione, Ron and Harry were sitting in the Potions classroom and they smiled at each other. They knew that this lesson was going to be embarrassing for Professor Slughorn. It was the time in the School Curriculum for the Potions Master to give a lucid discussion on sex. It was their last year of school; and it was almost over for the golden trio.

Harry and Ron had some embarrassing questions all lined up in an effort to confuse and fluster old Slughorn. Hermione knew that, and she didn’t stop them. In truth Slughorn was a teacher that she could not like. Try as hard as she could she just didn’t like the way he showed favouritism to only the smartest child in the classroom. At least Snape had some reason why he chose Malfoy as a favourite, a childish one, but it was a reason all the same. It wasn’t cowardice; no, it was revenge. Hermione could respect that far more.

“Can’t wait for Slugs to talk this one through with us,” Harry said giggling.

“No, I can’t either!” Ron exclaimed. “I wish Creevey was in our class, he could take snap shots of his blustering face.”

“At least we escaped Snape teaching us,” Harry said. “The idea of the Greasy Git talking sex is somehow…” Harry stopped dead when he felt a presence behind him. He turned around and looked straight into the cold, dark glittering eyes of Professor Severus Snape.

Hermione was going to warn him but felt that Harry deserved it. Snape had risked life and limb to save his life; time and time again, and yet Harry still did not respect him. Even on the battlefield, Snape had almost DIED saving Harry’s life, and yet all Harry said about that was… zilch!

“Somehow what, Potter?” he asked in his cold voice. “I dearly would like your assessment of my abilities on this subject.” Harry blushed. He mumbled something incoherently, and then looked down on the floor. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

“Still a slimeball,” Ron whispered to Harry when Snape’s back was turned.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She’d tried dating Ron but after the battle things changed between the two of them. She found she could not stay with someone who couldn’t be bothered to go up to a person and say thank you. No one had said thank you to Snape… apart from Hermione. She remembered walking up to his bed in the Hospital Wing thinking he was asleep. She took hold of his hand and, squeezed it saying thank you - for all he had done for the school - for them.

She was startled when his hand gripped hers and he woke up wild eyed, and then he relaxed when he saw who it was.

“That’s all right,” he said gently. “Now leave girl.”

Hermione squeezed his hand before she gave him a smile and left the Hospital Wing knowing she had done the right thing.

“Sex,” Snape said in his slow steady voice. Hermione found herself blushing when he said the word. From his lips it did sound seductive. “Is something not to be played with. The consequences of actions of lust can be extremely dire.” Pansy sniggered. “What is so funny, Miss Parkinson?”

Pansy blushed. “Nothing, sir!” she exclaimed huskily batting her eyelashes.

“Five points off Slytherin!” Snape snapped. Everyone sat up at that. SNAPE taking points off Slytherin? Harry thought to himself. What next, giving points to Hermione?

Pansy sulked. Hermione wanted to say something but decided to keep her head down, and mouth shut.

“But!” Millicent began.

“Do you want to make it an even 10, Miss Bulstrode?” Snape asked. “Now, let’s get on with the lesson.”

Wow, Hermione thought, as she looked up at him. She had begun admiring him from the day on the battlefield. She knew that people changed somewhat, but she thought that he had remained in tact.

“As I was saying, the consequences of thoughtless actions are indeed dire. Some people end up with children they don’t really want or aren’t ready to look after.”

Hermione was sure she saw a look of pain cross his eyes at that. Poor man. He wasn’t truly wanted.

“Some Wizards and Witches can also get very fatal S.T.D’s. Can anyone tell me what they stand for?”

Everyone was expecting him to pick on Draco, who was sitting next to Crabbe with an empty look in his eyes. He had no idea what it stood for, and he gulped down and prepared to say ‘I don’t know,’ when he was called upon but Snape turned around the classroom. “Miss Granger? Are you ill, you have not raised your hand!” The Slytherin half of the class laughed at Snape’s cruel joke, Harry and Ron were flushing indignantly for Hermione’s sake.

“I am not ill, sir,” she answered with a sigh she was used to it. Snape caught the sigh.

“Then answer the question,” he snapped.

“It stands for Sexually Transmitted Disease,” she replied clearly and firmly. Snape’s lip curled as she said the word Sexually. He moved towards her.

“Can you tell me how fatal these diseases are?” he asked softly.

“For muggles they can cause slow and painful deaths but for Wizards it can be almost instantly fatal.”

“And why is that, Miss Granger?”

“The Magic Gene heightens the pressure,” she responded.

Snape nodded his head. “It almost makes being a muggle worth it, wouldn’t you say?”

“I am not sure on that one sir,” she answered.

Neither had left the gaze of the other. Their eyes were locked and everyone switched looks from one to the other. Harry was beginning to feel hot.

“Well, lets leave consequence’s alone for a second shall we, and talk about the Practise,” Snape murmured.

He tore his eyes away from hers, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She, too, was beginning to feel slightly hot from that interlude.

“The practise,” Snape replied. “Hmm, the amount of times I’ve caught students rutting in the corridors it’s a small wonder why we have this lesson at all.”

Everyone began to feel uneasy. Harry had been caught three times the past week. He and Ginny had been secretly engaged for two months; it was so secret even Ron hadn’t known about it.

“Right, well, let’s just assume for a second that all of you are virgins.”

“Bet Granger still is!” Malfoy exclaimed.

“15 points OFF, Mr Malfoy. Unless you have something constructive to say, I wouldn’t say anything at all.”

This was unprecedented. Normally he’d let anyone insult Hermione. But not today, for some reason he had taken a shine to her… this worried Harry.

“As you are all still virgins,” Snape said in a peevish tone. “Then you will need to know exactly what attracts one person to the other. There is a saying that goes something like this: Looks have nothing to do with it… hmm, that person was wrong. Generally it is the first thing one person notices about the other is how the person looks. It is all to do with the eyes.

You can tell a lot with the eyes if you look properly. A way that you can tell that one person is attracted to another is by the way the pupils widen, this is called dilating, AND it is a sure way to know that the person you’re looking at likes you.”

He breathed a huge sigh of relief, as he assessed the class, they all looked like they were going to behave. Trust Slughorn to run out on this particular lesson he thought bitterly.

“Another indication is more personal. If you feel your temperature rising around that one person then that is your body preparing you for sex.”

Pansy had to hold in her snigger. She found the idea of her ex Head of House saying the word naughty. A thought crept into her mind.

Hermione decided she didn’t trust herself to look at her teacher. She just could not face him… everything he was saying applied to her at the moment… and the way she felt for him.

“For a male this can cause a reaction, or should I say more clearly, an erection. This is natures way of telling you to get your trousers off.”

Harry spluttered as the mental image of Snape with his trousers off invaded his mind.

“Something I said, Potter?” Snape sneered.

“No,” Potter said.

“Good!” Snape exclaimed. “Now for women there is a slightly different area that erects. It is the breast. The nipple becomes hard and not to put too fine a point, it hardens, and becomes pointed. The effect is rather alluring to the already erect male.”

Hermione really had to keep her head down. She crossed her legs under the table and tried not to squirm visibly in her seat. This conversation normally would have no effect on her whatsoever, but it was Snape saying it in his quiet, silky seductive voice. She was fighting a battle.

“The male and female then have to become naked. Now, once naked, the female guides the male and the male enters her vagina. They are now coupled. They ‘ride’ each other for a time, and then orgasm ensues.”

Hermione balled her fists into her lap to try and keep herself from saying anything.

“What happens then?” Longbottom asked; he had become a lot braver around Snape now that he knew that Snape wasn’t an enemy.

“You truly don’t know, Longbottom?” Snape sneered. “I guess there are true virgins in my class. What happens then? Well, the male ejects sperm into the female. If the sperm goes to the egg, and if the Witch hasn’t protected herself, then she’ll get pregnant. There are two different types of Sperm,” Snape sighed. “The sperm muggle scientists have termed as X and Y, now when the X egg and X sperm meet a female is produced. When a Y sperm meets the X egg a male is created.”

Everyone looked at each other. Why was Snape moving around the classroom throughout this lecture? It made everyone feel uncomfortable.

“That is the theory,” Snape said. “And NO I do not require any Practical Work to be done in this lesson.”

The class felt that was a joke but they weren’t sure whether they were meant to laugh or not, so they just exchanged amused looks to their friends. The bell rang to the class’ relief. Everyone scrambled to pick up their bags and get out of the classroom as quickly as possible. They had felt uncomfortable with Snape teaching them the lesson.

No one was more eager to leave the classroom than Hermione. She was almost melting in her seat. She looked at the ground and wished it could just swallow her up when he mentioned the word ‘erection’. She squared her shoulders and was just about to leave when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She closed her eyes.

“Unless you’d like to, Miss Granger?” Snape whispered in her ear. “You’re very good at Practical, aren’t you?” Hermione felt her mouth go dry and she nodded. “Do you want to stay, Hermione?”

Oh Merlin, what was she to do now? She felt her knees buckle at the sound of her first name on his lips. Harry had spotted him with his friend. He strode up to them.

“Hermione, come on, we’ve got some Transfiguration studying to do,” he said.

Snape had released his grip from her shoulder.

“I’ll join you soon, Harry,” Hermione answered. “I have to discuss something with Professor Snape.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at Snape; he still didn’t trust the git.

“Okay,” Harry said. “See you in the library.”

He walked out of the classroom slowly, keeping backward glances at Snape. He walked out of the door and Snape was there in a few quick strides. He locked the door, and barred it against any intruders.

Hermione felt her heart leap to her throat. He strode up to her gracefully.
“Well now, Miss Granger, shall we begin the lesson?”

Hermione looked up into her Professor’s dark eyes. There was a warmth in them she had not spotted before.

“I don’t think we should, sir,” Hermione stammered. “I mean isn’t it against Hogwarts policy?”

“It might be against Hogwarts Policy, but it isn’t against mine,” Snape growled. He stepped closer to her and he tenderly stroked her blushing face. “Beautiful, Hermione, you are beautiful.”

Hermione leaned into his big, warm hand. He snaked his other arm around her waist and clamped her body next to his. He tilted her chin up and lowered his head; he cocked it to one side and placed his lips on hers. She moaned his name. This was indication enough. He gently tugged at her lower lip with his teeth to part her mouth wider.

He slid his tongue in and he kissed her warmly and passionately, if Hermione was wet before she certainly was now. If he carried on there would be nothing left of her sanity. He did carry on. He licked the roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue causing her to shiver and murmur with delight.

“Severus,” she moaned. “Oh, Severus, why are we…?”

“Because you are attracted to me, Hermione, don’t deny it. And I am attracted to you if you must know.”

He stepped away from her. He took her bag and then he took her hand.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere a little bit more private and comfortable shall we?”

Hermione nodded. He led her to the back of the classroom, where he touched a brick and the wall separated.

“What if Harry finds out?” Hermione asked.

Severus turned to look at her and smirked. “Not ALL of Hogwarts is on that stupid map. The Marauders wouldn’t venture into the private rooms of Salazar Slytherin himself, now would they?”

Hermione gulped down, she was feeling less secure as Snape led her down this ancient, dark corridor.

“Oh don’t worry,” Snape said, sensing her discomfort. “There was ONE Gryffindor he allowed down here. A Keliana Gryffindor.”

“Godrics daughter?” Hermione gasped. “But how come that’s not mentioned in… oh! Godric must have erased her from his tree once he found out.”

Snape nodded. They eventually came to a door. He opened it up and led her through it. She took in her surroundings with pleasure. She was standing in a room that one of the Hogwarts four had slept in, and she felt a huge pride swell up in her heart over that.

She had no time to take in her surroundings as Snape had whipped his wand out and divested her of her clothing whilst her back was turned. When she noticed she spun around, a fury in her eyes, she was just about to tell him off when she noticed that he was naked as well.

“Time to play, Hermione,” he said. She closed her eyes in relief.

“Yes,” she said. “I need to.”

He led her through to his bedchamber, both as naked as Adam and Eve, and he closed the door. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Hermione purred as her naked flesh met his black silk sheets.

“Like it?” he asked.

She nodded. She was all too aware that she was naked now, and in her Professor’s arms. He glanced down at her naked body.

“Severus,” she hissed, as he clamped his lips around one of her hardened nipples. She fisted her hands into his hair.

“After this, Hermione, I won’t let you near another man – in fact, after this, and when school is over, I want you to marry me!”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open at that! She looked down and saw that his expression was indeed earnest.

“Why me?” she asked.
“Because you’re beautiful, brave, and above all else, you were the only one who showed that you truly cared about me.”

Hermione had a lump in her throat. This one act was going to change her life forever.

“Wow,” she breathed when she stroked his face, “I could never imagine a more handsome husband than you, Severus.”

He prowled up her body, keeping his eyes on hers all the time.

“Then, Hermione, my true love… shall we?”

She nodded, as she spread her legs and she murmured with sheer delight at the light pressure his erection had on her vagina.

“Please,” she said.

He captured her mouth with an absolutely wonderful, powerful kiss. Their tongues danced the tango in each other’s mouth. Hermione wrapped her arms around his back and he pushed into her walls. She clenched around him and he pushed harder, causing her to scream.

“More, Hermione, ask me what Oliver Twist asked Bumbles.”

“Please, sir, can I have some more?” she asked through gritted teeth.

He smiled. “Certainly, I am not as stingy as Bumbles.”

Hermione giggled. He thrust inside her again. He had timed it just right. By a touch alone he knew she was ripened enough to conceive. She hissed as he hit a spot.

“More,” she said. She twisted and writhed under him as he thrust deeper and sweeter into her walls. The sweat began to build up, and Hermione felt like she was going to explode.

He thrust into her, and she met his thrust, making him groan with delight. They continued their sensual dance, and then Hermione screamed; she was puffing and panting, as the exercise both exhilarated and tired her. He came soon after spilling his seed into her womb. He collapsed on top of her; puffing and panting also.

“Hermione, you certainly are top of the class, aren’t you?”

She blushed; he turned around and noticed her eyes glistening with joy, and love. He stroked her cheek, and smiled. He leant over and printed his lips on her cheek.

“We’ll have to keep it secret,” Hermione murmured. “Our engagement, I mean.”

Snape smiled. “Not for too long.”

~*~*~

NINE MONTHS LATER

Severus was skidding down the halls of St Mungo’s. He had got the message that his wife was in labour; he wanted to be there for his first child’s birth.

“WHERE IS MY WIFE?” He demanded of a white-coated Healer.

“Who are you?”

“Professor Severus Snape,” Severus answered testily. “My wife is Hermione Jane Snape. She’s in labour. PLEASE get me to her!”

The white coated Healer took hold of Snape by the arm and led him down the way he had just come. He came to a door 11B.

“Is that her?” he asked Snape.

“Yes, let me in.”

The healer pushed down the handle and Snape walked in. Hermione was screaming and kicking. She was in absolute agony.

“YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE NEAR ME AGAIN, SNAPE!” She screamed, the female Healer with her smiled reassuringly at Snape.

“The amount of times I’ve heard that,” she mumbled.

Snape brushed it aside anyway. Snape knew it was just words. Women said them. He heard it a few times from men. Arthur had warned him about this.

“Calm down, dear, it’ll be all right!”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW ITS ALL RIGHT? IT’S INSIDE ME NOT YOU!”

She screamed, and pushed. The Healer offered a comforting smile to the man. This was obviously his first time as well. Even though he was a lot older than his wife.

Hermione pushed, and she pushed. She puffed, panted, and pushed some more. Severus kept a hold of her hand, he suffered each squeeze amicably; it would seem childish to moan about that, after suffering from several Crucio’s.

“I can see a head,” the Healer said. She was getting more and more motherly. “One last push ought to do it, Mrs Snape.”

Hermione pushed and the Healer managed to slide the baby out. It was screaming getting its lungs full of air. Severus looked at the baby; it was a boy! He turned to his wife and smiled.

The healer cleaned the baby up, cut the cord, and placed him in his mother’s arms.

“What are you going to call him?” the healer asked.

“After the best Wizard known to mankind,” Hermione said.

“I like the name Harry,” the Healer said. Snape scowled at her.

“No,” Hermione laughed weakly. “Severus, meet your son. Severus, meet your father!”

Severus smoothed Hermione’s hair away from her brow.

“I love you both,” he murmured. He leant down and gently kissed Hermione on the cheek.

“THAT lesson is certainly one I could never forget,” Hermione said.

“Nor I!”

Snape was contented. He was happy, he was a father to a lovely boy, and husband to a beautiful wife.

A/N I wrote this after a miserable depressing time. I needed to write Snape/Hermione smut to get me happy again, and hey it worked. This is a one-shot by the way, but please review?