Nostalgia

NOSTALGIA


It had been ten years, ten long years since she had stepped foot into the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Even now, Hermione Granger could feel that same sense of homecoming that she had felt that very first day when she started school.


She had come with Harry and Ginny and Ron and Lavender, no date. Not that she had many of them in recent years. Her job in public relations for the Ministry of Magic kept her busy almost round the clock, she had no time for men, romance or even sex.


She originally wasn’t going to come to the reunion but Ginny and Harry convinced her that she would regret it if she didn’t. She had no more in common with her classmates now then when she had been a student, and so, she sat alone in the back of the hall. She watched some couples dance and listened to a few idiotic conversations about things that really didn’t matter to anyone with half a brain.


She was already half pissed by the time dinner was over, having finished off her fifth glass of red wine. With a bored sigh she pushed herself from her chair and left the hall. It was summer, so there were no students on the grounds or in the castle. She wandered about, her memory guiding her as she toured the familiar halls of her Alma mater. She greeted a few of the portraits who remembered her, and even had a fond smile for Peeves when he leapt into a suit of armor and made it dance.


She was drawn to the familiar scents of the potions classroom. The odors of burning cauldrons and various herbs were permanently infused into the walls. She closed the door behind her, certain that she shouldn’t be wandering the castle, and wandered down the aisle of the classroom. She ran her fingers around the edge of the cauldron in front of her old place in the class and smiled. She missed school, things were somehow simpler then, despite the war.


She wandered to the front of the room, a slight smirk on her face as she ran her hand along the heavy wooden desk.

“Gods the fantasies I had involving this desk.” She said aloud.


“Oh? Do tell.” Drawled a familiar, velvety baritone. Hermione turned quickly, leaning back against the desk as she stared at Professor Snape who was leaning in the doorway of his office. He looked exactly as she remembered. Tall, dark and mysterious. His black eyes slightly haunted and his sensual lips smirking softly as he watched her. He looked more casual than she had ever seen him. He wore his black, woolen trousers and a white button down shirt with the top three buttons open, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. She could see the faded mark on his left forearm.

“Professor Snape, what are you doing here?” She asked, her voice breaking slightly.

“This is my classroom Ms. Granger, and this is my office.” He said. “A better question would be what are you doing here, and why are you molesting my desk?”

“Um…reunion. And I wasn’t molesting your desk.” She said, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh? And what about the fantasies you had involving that particular piece of furniture…care to divulge…” He asked as he strolled lazily across the room and took a seat in the large leather chair behind it. “ or is it your intent to indulge Ms. Granger.” He asked, his brows arched suggestively.

Severus had to admit, he had been surprised to find her in his classroom. When he heard the noise he had assumed it was Peeves come to aggravate him. Instead he had watched her strolling down the aisle of his classroom, dressed in a red, body hugging sheathe and scarlet fuck me heels. She had filled out in recent years, he had been well informed of that fact as she bent over his desk as she caressed the smooth dark wood. She had large, round breasts and a plump, sweetly curved ass that had him hardening instantly as he watched her move.

Now she was frozen in shock as she sat on the edge of his desk in front of him. He was leaning back in his chair, his hands folded over his stomach as he stared at her.

“Indulge?” She asked, whimpering softly. She was completely drunk, she had to be, no way had Professor Snape just propositioned her.

“Why not, you aren’t a student any longer….now would be the perfect opportunity for you to fulfill those fantasies. Care to share what they are? I could always take a peek, but it seems wrong to penetrate a lady’s mind without her permission.” He drawled.

“Sir? I….I’m confused.” She couldn’t hide her reaction from him, he could see the soft flush of arousal as it moved over her chest and neck to her face. She was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling rapidly and her dress was so tight he could see the way her thighs clenched as she pressed them together repeatedly.

“Are you? I’ve never known you to be simpleminded Ms. Granger, I assume that I played a role in these fantasies involving my desk.” She exhaled slowly, her eyes wide as she stared at him, still unsure of this new side of her former professor. “Answer me Ms. Granger, you’ve always been ready with the answers to any question I have ever asked you, don’t fuck with me now.” His language startled her, and to her shame, aroused her.

“Yes, sir.” She said softly.

“Very good, I’m glad you understand the proper way to address me.” He said as he slid the chair forward and wrapped his fingers around her legs, just above her knees. “Now, tell me about these fantasies. Were we alone, or in front of an audience?” He asked as his fingers slid slowly up the backs of her legs.

“Alone…..in detention.” She said, her breath catching as his touch tickled up the backs of her legs.

“Ah….and tell me, was your punishment of a sexual nature? Did I perhaps make you suck my cock?” He was pushing her dress up and out of his way as he taunted her. “Or bend you over the desk and spank your bottom?”

“Yes…..to both.” She bit down into her lower lip when he shoved the dress over her hips to bunch at her waist.

“Now what do we have here you naughty little witch….did you forget your knickers per chance?” He asked as he stared at the soft curls between her thighs.

“I didn’t want to ruin the line of the dress…”

“And how many times did you come to my class without them?” He asked, reaching out to stroke his fingers over the soft folds of her sex.

“Maybe a few…I can’t remember.” She closed her eyes and moaned softly when she felt his calloused fingers slide between her nether lips and stroke the tender flesh between.

“Did you imagine I would notice? Maybe spread you out on the desk and lick your little quim? Fuck you atop my desk?” He slid one slender finger into her dripping passage, smiling at how tight and wet she was. “Maybe you thought I would pull you into my lap, fuck you in this chair?”

“Yes….oh, that’s so good….” She moaned. She couldn’t fight the urge to push her hips into his hand, rocking against his touch.

“You are a naughty witch aren’t you...”He withdrew his touch and leaned back in his chair. “I want you to take off the dress, and sit on the desk….leave the shoes on.”

Hermione hesitated for a moment before she determined that she may never get the chance to play out this fantasy again. She reached behind her and lowered the zipper. She shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor before she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She watched the slow, half smirk, half smile spread across his face as she stood before him completely naked.

“I never suspected that the skinny little know it all would develop such nice…attributes.” He said, staring pointedly at her breasts.

“Late bloomer.” She said nervously as she slid back onto the desk, brutally aware of the cold wood beneath her bare bottom.

“Better late than never….I want you to put your feet on my thighs, and open your legs.” He said softly, still reclining lazily in the chair. She obeyed beautifully, he thought, he had almost expected her to resist, but was relieved to see that she was capable of following his directions. She placed those sexy fuck me heels flat on the tops of his thighs, and he thrilled at the sharp bite of the stiletto heels into his flesh. She opened her legs and waited.

He liked what he saw. She was extremely aroused, her lower lips plumped and wet, anxious for his touch, his mouth.

“Touch yourself.” He ordered as he wrapped his hands around her ankles, his thumb stroking softly along the bone at the side. She slid her hand low over the soft curve of her stomach and into the moist delta between her thighs. He watched her long, graceful fingers disappear between the aroused folds, could hear the soft slide of her fingers through the excessive moisture gathering there. Her fingers circled slowly around her clit, brushing and rubbing the distended bud as she rocked her hips and moaned softly.
“Good girl….you like that don’t you?”

“Yes!” She whimpered, her fingers moving faster through her sodden folds.

“Your close aren’t you, you’re going to come soon?” He watched her close her eyes and throw her head back.

“Yes….” Severus reached forward and stopped her hand.

“No, you don’t come until I say its okay for you to.” He moved her hand from between her thighs and placed it on the edge of the desk as he rolled the chair forward.

“But I…”

“You what? Want to come? You will….when I’m ready for you to.” He pushed her thighs further apart, opening her impossibly wide as he leaned forward and licked a slow path between her nether lips. “Now that is the sweetest thing I have ever had the privilege to taste.” He said softly before pressing in and licking slowly over her sex, sucking and nibbling at the succulent flesh until she was crying out and tearing at his hair. When he sensed that she was close to going over, he backed off. He sat back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and smiling at the frustrated scowl on her face.

“You are trying to hurt me?” She panted, the sexual frustration almost painful.

“No. Hurting you isn’t my intention.” He slowly unfastened the remaining buttons on his shirt, pulling the tails from the band of his trousers. He was fit for an older man, his body lean and more muscular than she would have given him credit for in her youth.

“You are tormenting me.”

“No, I am pushing your boundaries, there is a big difference.” He said as he stood up before her and unfastened the front of his trousers. “I find myself oddly curious to see how far you will actually go…” He reached for her hips and jerked her forward roughly. “Take my cock out, and put it inside you.”

“Are you going to tease me again?” She asked as she complied with his demand, slipping her hand into his trousers and wrapping him in her fist. “Oh, you are big.”

“I want to be inside you….now.” She wrapped her legs around him and shifted her hips as she placed the tip of his massive erection against her opening. She pressed her heels into his ass and forced him inside her.

“Oh god!” She moaned as he filled her to bursting with his length.

“I wouldn’t go that far, I’m a powerful wizard, but even I have my limits.” He drawled as he withdrew and plunged into her again. He took her fiercely, thrusting into her over and over again, the desk rocking beneath them as he fucked her. Her little nails bit sharply into his shoulders as he took her without mercy. He reached for his wand and cast a quick silencing charm over the room as her cries became louder and louder as she neared her orgasm.

“Not yet, hold it back…” He growled in her ear as he began to rotate his hips against her, his pelvis grinding into her clit with every stroke.

“I can’t hold it……” She wailed.

“Oh yes you can...hold it back.” He began to slam into her again and again hissing softly when her little claws broke the skin of his back, the pain only adding to the pleasure he took in her young body.

“Please, I beg you…..” She pleaded, desperately trying to fight the tsunami of emotion threatening to consume her.

“Now!” He slammed hard into her once…twice…and once more before he came hard deep within her body. The tight, viscous clasping of her sheathe around him was incredible as she screamed out her orgasm and sucked his seed from his body in thick, hard spurts.

She was wrapped around, him, sobbing softly against his shoulder as he withdrew, and tucked himself back into his clothes. He bent down and picked up her dress, helping her back into it after casting a cleansing spell to remove his seed from her flesh. He slowly zipped the dress back up, and turned her in his arms, kissing her softly.

“You can go now.” He said as he turned to walk back in his office. Hermione stared at his back in amazement. The man had just fucked her more thoroughly than any lover she had ever known, and he was dismissing her as though she were a pesky student. She shook her head in amazement as she turned to go.

“Ms. Granger.” He called her name softly from the entryway to his office.

“Yes sir?”

“You will serve detention with me next weekend at Spinner’s End, I will expect you around nine.” He closed the door to his office, leaving Hermione staring at the thick oak door in amazement.

She made her way slowly back to the reunion and resumed her seat at the table, wincing slightly at the unaccustomed soreness between her thighs.

“Where did you go?” Harry asked.

“Just went for a walk, I was feeling a bit nostalgic.”

****Here you go Domine, a quick little oneshot as I get the oh so sexy Lucius out of my head LOL....I promise, Ill revisit Sev and mione again in the very near future. :)