A Return to Hogwarts

A Return to Hogwarts

Disclaimer: Anything recognizable from the Harry Potter series, of course, belongs to J. K. Rowling

(This is a long Oneshot)


It had been two years since Hermione graduated Hogwarts. She had just received her degree from the University with her first major in Charms and her second in Potions.

She sat in the Great Hall for the first time since her 7th year graduation feast. The current students of Hogwarts had left just the day before. She, as well as several of her friends, were there by special invitation of the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. Professor Flitwick was retiring after teaching Charms for more years than anyone, except perhaps for Professor Dumbledore, knew and the school was sending him off with a celebratory dinner.

Hermione had always respected her Charms professor, and was happy to help him celebrate, but sad to hear he was leaving. It seemed so much had changed since her 6th year. Voldemort had perished at Harry's hand. What had surprised most people when Draco Malfoy, had covered Harry's back during the battle. It didn't really surprise Hermione though. What did surprise her though was the sight Professor Snape. It was the turn they needed; the sight of the professor alive had taken Voldemort's attention away from Harry just long enough for Harry to cast the curse to end the evil reign. Just as the Dark Lord was falling to his death Professor Snape showed him the bezoar stone that had saved him from Nagini's attack.

The party was winding down so Hermione felt like she could leave without being rude. She bid a tearful farewell to Professor Flitwick, who promptly told her to call him Filius now as she was no longer his student. She promised she would try, but told him he would always be her professor.

Hermione exited the grand doors of the Great Hall and just looked around. She had missed Hogwarts so much in the last two years. She walked with no purpose, running her hands along the banisters of the stairs and looking at all the portraits. Most were already asleep, but those who weren't gave her a quiet greeting and went to sleep themselves, or left their frames to visit others nearby.

Hermione found herself at the entrance to the dungeons. She smiled softly and took the all too well known path down to the Potions classroom. When she arrived she found the wards she expected around the classroom. She smirked at herself and with a few flicks of her wand she had them down easily enough. She was a Charms Mistress now. That's what the degree on her University certificate said. She walked into the empty classroom and let the memories flood back to her. She sat down in what used to be her seat right up front and stared at the professor's desk.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making… As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death—if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Hermione smiled to herself remembering Professor Snape's speech he used for every class of first years.

Professor Snape had just returned to his private quarters after attending the farewell dinner for his colleague. He was just about to take off his robe when he heard the warning of the wards being removed. He took off with a graceful, yet purposeful stride, through his office, which connected his private quarters to the classroom.

Suddenly the door from the professor's office crashed open as he practically flew into the room, wand raised.

"Miss Granger!" he snapped. "How did you get into my classroom? Why are you in my classroom?"

He slowly lowered his wand and crossed his arms. Hermione has squealed when the door from the office flew open, startled out of her memories. She looked up at him standing in front of her between his desk and the desk she was still sitting in.

With a twinkle in her eyes, and a smirk on her face, she told him "Oh, a little 'foolish wand waving' was all it took Professor."

He lifted one eyebrow and before she knew it, he raised his wand and swished it around the room, putting the wards back in place. He also cast a silencing spell and smirked at Hermione.

"You didn't answer my second question, Miss Granger. Can you not handle two questions at once?" he asked sarcastically, putting his wand away. Striding closer toward her seat, he repeated the question in his low, silky voice. "Why are you in my classroom?" He put his hands on the desk in front of her and leaned down so he was hovering over her.

Hermione twitched slightly in her seat. She thought that being away for two years would have taken away the "crush" she had on Professor Snape, but she should have known better. She tried dating while at University, but found the few boys she went out with couldn't, or wouldn't, hold an intelligent conversation and none of them had a commanding presence that made her feel like a woman. Only Professor Snape had ever made her feel like that.

She looked up at the professor. "I've been hired as the new Charms professor."

"Yes, I know," he drawled out, still leaning on the desk "but that doesn't answer my question. Your office is on the 7th floor of the West Tower. You are sitting in the Potions classroom in the dungeons. Have you been away so long that you have forgotten the way?"

Hermione blushed, feeling like a school girl again. It didn't go un-noticed by the professor. "No Professor. I know where my office and classroom are located."

"Then again, why are you in my classroom?" he practically whispered. His voice, and the way he was staring down at her, made Hermione shiver.

The dungeons were usually cold, but that wasn't what caused her reaction. She took a deep breath and looked back up at him. He could see that Gryffindor courage coming back and smirked at her. He knew he would be getting his answer now.

"I've missed Hogwarts a great deal," she started. "University just wasn't the same. It felt cold."

"Colder than the dungeons of Hogwarts, Miss Granger?" Professor Snape stood slowly and walked around behind Hermione's chair, caressing the desk with one hand as he went. Hermione watched his hand and couldn't help the image of that hand caressing her. She could feel a warmth start to envelope her.

"Umm… I never felt like the dungeons here were cold," she admitted. "I believe I spent more time in this classroom than in any other."

"Yes, I expect you did. Is that why you chose to break into my classroom tonight? You didn't spend enough time here while you were a student? If you were still a student here, I would give you detention." He had leaned over and murmured the words near her ear.

Hermione was having a hard time controlling her breathing. "If I were still a student, I wouldn't have minded detention with you." She was gazing at his desk again.

"Oh? And why is that?" he purred, knowing the answer.

"I've always respected you. I even defended you to Harry and Ron, much to their chagrin." Hermione could barely speak. She could feel the heat from his body behind her, and his hair touching hers where he was leaning near her ear, still not touching her.

"By my 7th year I had developed a huge crush on you," she almost moaned.

"I know," he whispered into her ear.

She could feel his breath against her skin. Her heart was beating so hard and fast she felt she might faint if he didn't touch her soon. She closed her eyes and her head dropped to the side, causing her golden brown hair to fall to the side as well, exposing her neck on the side where the professor was talking to her.

"You knew? You used legilimency on me?" she managed to utter.

"I didn't need to use legilimency on you. You didn't hide it well. I tried to discourage it by the way I spoke to you. A few snarky comments to a student had always ended any crush a student had on me before, but not with you. I tried standing too close when talking to you in class, thinking it would distract you from what you were doing. I knew your grades came first, and if you were distracted enough to get a bad grade you would feel differently, but you never let your grades fall. It did cause enough distraction that you had to have me repeat questions though. I was able to deduct House points because of that, and that didn't deter you either."

The silkiness of his voice and the feel of his breath against her skin finally made her moan lightly. "I used to have dreams about you Professor."

He smirked. "And what did those dreams entail, Miss Granger?"

"In my dreams I would get detention for something. You would have me write lines, or try and make a potion, something, while doing your best to distract me. You… oh…" she whimpered when he blew on the skin just below her ear.

"What would I do, Miss Granger?"

"You… you…" she couldn't take it. He was teasing her to the point where she felt like she was going to explode, and he hadn't even touched her.

"You seem to be at a loss for words. Would you like me to guess?"

Hermione could only nod.

"Let's see. Maybe this?" He nipped her earlobe, then took it between his lips and licked.

Hermione slumped in her chair and cried, "Oh, Professor!"

He nuzzled her neck with his lips, nibbling every now and again, then licking that spot. Hermione had been gripping the side of her chair, but when the professor grazed the spot just behind her ear, she gasped and grabbed his head, entangling her fingers in his hair, and forcing him closer. "Ahhhh…" was the only sound she could mutter. Her body was shaking with need.

He smiled and bit the sensitive spot. Then, much to Hermione's dismay, he stood up and started to walk away. She tried to catch her breath as she watched him walk, but gasped when he stopped at his desk.

"Breaking into my classroom can not go unpunished Miss Granger. Come here!" he barked in the voice she had heard so many times in this very room.

"Yes sir," she stammered, trying to stand up on shaky legs.

"Is there a problem Miss Granger? Is the simple act of walking too much? Do you need a book for that as well?"

"No sir." Hermione slowly walked up to the professor and stood in front of him.

"Who is in charge in this classroom Miss Granger?" he growled, looking down at her.

"You are sir," she muttered.

"Sit on the desk," he commanded.

"Your desk?" she asked, not believing her ears. That desk had been part of many of her dreams with the professor.

"Did I stutter?"

"No sir."

She turned to sit on the desk and felt herself being pushed back towards it. He suddenly grasped her by the waist and plopped her on the edge of his desk, causing her knee length skirt to sit in a puddle around her.

He slowly skimmed his hands from her waist, down her hips, and over the tops of her thighs, to rest on her knees, never breaking eye contact. Hermione moaned in response to his caresses. She gripped the fabric of the robes over his hips in fear of falling, causing him to growl. Shoving her legs open in front of him, he clutched the ends of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off of her, making her break contact with his robes.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the desk up against his body. When she felt the bulge behind his robes pressed up against her, she couldn't help but buck her hips crying out.

Professor Snape leaned forward, and kissed and sucked at the skin on her neck. Hermione groaned and again bucked her hips against him. "Professor…" she whimpered. If he didn't take her soon, she was going to explode.

"Miss Granger, you will be still and be quiet," he purred into her ear, "do you understand me?"

"But Professor, I can't. I need you…" He pushed her body down against the desk with his body, causing his bulging groin to rub against her knicker covered slit. He pulled her arms up over her head, holding her hands together with one of his. He bit down on her skin, between her neck and shoulder, just hard enough to make a mark but not draw blood.

That was all it took. Hermione screamed as her body hit its peak. He could feel her body pitching below him and growled against her.

Before she could completely come down from her high, he had her lacy bra off and was darting his tongue around her breast and flicking it over her hard nipple. Hermione felt like she had been reduced to a bundle of nerves. She couldn't speak. She thrashed her head from side to side as he paid equal attention to her other breast.

He reached down with his free hand and looped his fingers under the edge of her matching lacy knickers, pulling them off of her body. He kissed and licked his way down from her breasts and over her stomach, letting go of her hands. He knelt on the floor in front of the desk and breathed in deeply when he reached her core, but avoided touching her. She tried to grasp his head to lead him where she wanted him, but he would have none of it and pulled away slightly, holding her thighs up with his hands, stoking the inside of her thighs with his thumbs.

"Do I have to remind you who is in charge Miss Granger?" he warned huskily. Hermione shook her head, trembling with need. "Good. Put you hands behind your back and leave them there until I tell you to remove them."

Shaking, she tucked her hands behind her back.

Slowly he began to sweep his lips over the insides of her thighs, tasting her soft skin. He pulled her feet up and put them on his shoulders. "Do not remove your feet."

He reached forward with his hands and fondled and stroked her breasts.

He leaned in, causing her legs to fold up even more and her knees to fall to the sides. He blew lightly on the very wet curls around her nether lips and could feel her trying to pull him forward with her feet.

"Professor… I need…" she stammered.

"You need what, Miss Granger?" his voice was deep with desire, wanting to take her now, but determined to make the most of the situation.

"Touch me," she murmured.

"I am touching you," he said as he squeezed her breasts.

"Professor…" she groaned, throwing her head back.

Suddenly he thrust forward and covered her pussy with his mouth, sliding his tongue from her entrance up to her throbbing clit. She screamed out and arched her back at the hot contact. He held her down with his hands as he ravaged her, sucking and flicking his tongue all over her core.

It was getting hard to hold her down as she rocked her hips against his face and used her feet to pull his shoulders closer.

"Oh… oh… yes!" she moaned. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

He could feel her crowning with her second climax and thrust his tongue inside her rubbing her clit with his nose. She hit her summit, crying out, "Oh, Professor… Yesssss!" He drank in her juices as they flowed out of her, slowly allowing her to come back to reality.

He stood up moving her feet to the desk and, with a swish of his wand, his clothes were gone. He stood over her, caressing her thighs and pressing his cock against her core.

"Look at me," he growled.

She opened her eyes and connected with his.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"Say my name."

"Prof…"

"No!" he growled, startling her. "Hermione, you are no longer my student. Say my name." His breathing was ragged as he looked into her eyes.

She removed her hands from behind her back and reached for his face. He didn't stop her. She laced her fingers in his hair, pulling him toward her.

"Severus," she purred "kiss me."

His lips brushed hers as he brought his hands up to cup her face.

"Say it again," he muttered against her soft lips.

"Severus," she moaned.

His kiss turned from soft and gentle to passionate and hungry at the sound of desire when she said his name. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, tasting every part of her mouth he could get to.

He pulled away making her whimper. "Look at me." She lifted her eyelids and looked at him. "I want you to know who you are with. I want you to see who is taking you!" he groaned.

"Severus, now… take me now…"

With one quick thrust he buried himself in her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her hips against him. Slowly he began to push and pull with her, moaning as she met him stroke for stroke.

"Faster, Severus…" Hermione gasped. He could feel her starting to clench around his cock and moved faster and with more force. Reaching down between their bodies he stroked her clit. He kept his eyes on her, watching the ecstasy wash over her.

She slammed her body up to meet him trying to get closer. Suddenly he stopped thrusting inside her and rolled his hips, making his cock touch every part of her.

"You are so tight!" he growled.

"Severus!" she cried. "Don't stop!"

He grasped her ankles from behind him pulling out so just the head of his cock was inside her. She thrust and jerked, trying to get him back inside of her.

"Noooo…." She moaned as he waited and watched her face contort into almost a painful expression from him stopping.

He put her ankles on his shoulders, on either side of his neck, and leaned forward so she was bent with her legs straight and bent over her body. He slammed into her hard, causing her to scream out. He pulled out and slammed into her again.

"I want you to cum Hermione. I want to feel you explode around me!" he growled as he pumped hard and fast into her.

His words sent her into a frenzy. "Oh… damn… Severus… I'm cumming… Oh, bloody hell… yes… yes… YES!!!"

He felt himself peaking, and her intense orgasm pulled him over the edge. "Hermione!" he yelled driving himself deep inside her to his hilt, filling her with his seed and riding out her waves. The contractions of her pussy around him kept his orgasm going. When the constant clenching of her inner walls subsided, he pulled her legs down and pushed her farther up on the desk so her thighs had a place to rest, staying inside her the entire way.

He leaned down and caressed her mouth with his lips and ran his fingers through her hair.

He pulled out of her and heard her whimper again. He sat her up and wrapped his around her. She returned the embrace and laid her flush cheek against his bare chest.

"You know you're mine now Hermione," he informed her with his silky voice, pulling her in closer to him.

Hermione sighed and nestled into his arms, "I've been yours for a very long time… Severus."