Truth or Dare

By Thomas Schiff and Pasha

"Truth, Dare or Gross dare." Hermione looked at the girl asking her the question and sighed.

"Truth." She said for the seventeenth time that night.

"Come on Hermione you have to pick something other than Truth for once." One of the other girls complained. "Be a rebel for once, do somethin' out of the ordinary."

Shrugging heavily, Hermione raised an eyebrow at the girls she shared her dorm with. 'Be a rebel'? It's bad enough that I am actually playing this game, but now they want me to let them give me asinine things to do as well... She sighed.

"Whichever. I don't mind."

"Come on you have to pick 'mione." She said. Hermione sighed.

"Fine.... I'll do one Gross Dare but then I'm going to bed!"

The other girls squealed that she had picked such a daring choice. They all looked to Lavender, the undisputed Master of the Gross Dare.

Lavender smirked. "I have the perfect one." She said standing up to retrieve a muggle digital camera from her trunk. "Here's the deal... everyone is sleeping about now.... 5 points if you get a picture of him sleeping. 10 if he's sleeping naked. 15 if you can make him hard in his sleep...... and 25 if you can get him off....."

Hermione looked confused. "Who is this he?" She asked.

Lavender smirked. "Profesor Snape." She said wickedly. All the girls in the room cried out random Ew's a few of them covering their mouths.

Hermione herself had to admit that the idea made her a little uneasy, if not unwell. She did not reach out for the camera, instead staring at Lavender and the girls.

"You can't be serious..."

"I'm dead serious." Lavender said. "You're trailing quite a ways behind 'mione. This could very well win you the game and then you can go to bed, or go study or do what ever it is you do."

"You mean if I do this challenge, we can stop playing this stupid game and go to bed?"

Everyone nodded earnestly. Hermione hesitated, and then took the camera from Lavender's hands.

"Alright... I'll be right back. Keep playing without me if you must."

Hermione crept through the quiet halls. It was dark and she kept to the shadows. It took her nearly ten minutes to make it down to the dungeons where Snape's room was.

This was probably the most absurd thing she had ever done in her life. What was it that drove her? The lack of sleep? The desire to prove to the other girls that she could do it? Maybe, she even wanted them to like her a bit... it wasn't easy being unpopular.

As she reached Snape's door she raised her hand to knock, and then stopped, realising how laughable that was. Instead she pulled her wand out of her pajama pocket and silently swung the door open.

Luckily for her Snape was in fact sleeping. He was sprawled on his back in the middle of his large four poster bed. The wood was black as where his sheets, the curtains a dark green tied back by silver ropes. He was covered by a thick black mink blanket, his chest bare just above it. He had one hand over the blanket by his hip, his other up by the side of his head. She walked slowly over to him.

She briefly hoped that he would be wearing pajama pants or something underneath so that she could just take the five points and leave. But... she did want to win.

Turning her camera on and bringing it up to her eye, Hermione prayed he wouldn't wake up. Success! The picture was fine, more than enough to prove she's been there... but then she wondered. If she did all their stupid challenges... would she get more points? If she won, she could finally go to bed and they could stop playing every night. She smiled to herself and silently crossed the space between bed and door.

She had lucked out that Lavender had turned the flash off. It would have no doubt woken the man up. But... did she have the courage for this? She stared down at Snape. She could be expelled for this. Driven forward she slowly nudged the black mink blanket down over his hips, the underside which appeared to be a deep silk green, lower and lower until it rested at the foot of the bed. Severus shifted slightly but did not wake up.

Her heart skipped a beat at the realization that he did in fact sleep naked.

Before she could tell herself how ludicrous this was, she had raised the camera again and taken the picture. 'There Lavender Brown, so called Master of the Gross Dare, who's the Master now!'

But Hermione found that instead of internally gloating about her proximity to victory, she was staring down at the man on the bed before her.

It baffled her how many scars he had. She had always seen Snape in his cloak and frock jacket covered with so many layers of clothing. She had always thought that his skin would be pale and smooth, not marred by years of... abuse?

Wanting to touch him, and fighting the urge to run out of there faster than she could move, Hermione reached out to touch him. She knew exactly where she had to touch him to win the game, but decided to build up to him. Running her lithe young fingers along a thin scar his stomach, she bit her lip, watching his face for any sign of waking.

He shifted slightly and moved his hand down to his stomach to scratch the area where she had tickled him but remained asleep.

Steeling herself, Hermione continued. Hard, hard hard. She had never tried to make a guy hard before. She supposed it would be a fairly straight forward process, but her first attempt would be impeded by her fervent prayer that Professor Snape would not wake up.

She moved her hand down and gently ran the tips of her fingers over the limp appendage but jerked her hand back when she saw it twitch.

It was like it was alive... well of course it was alive, it was attached to a living being. But it certainly had a life of its own. Casting another worried look to its owner's face, she uncertainly wrapped her clever fingers around the flaccid organ, trying to jerk it to hardness.

Severus shifted uncomfortably as she gripped him a little to hard. He moved his hand down and she jerked her hand away again. She watched as he rubbed himself a few times before bringing his hand back up by his head. He had hardened a little bit, but not significantly enough for it to count for any points.

Ever a quick learner, she reached forward again and did her best to emulate the strokes the Professor naturally used on himself. All she needed was to focus on the next challenge... the male erection.

She watched as Snape shifted again slightly though not in a bad way. He moved closer to her hand as he started to harden more.

'That's it' she thought. 'Not too shabby. Just a little more... is this hard enough... there. Surely that's right.'

She pulled back to get a good look at her work and decide whether it was Lavender worthy.

She took a picture of him and put the camera down. Seeing a small bead of white at the tip... making him cum couldn't be that hard would it?

After all, she was practically there. How hard could it be to make a sleeping man cum? From what she could fathom of male conversation in the Common Room, that sort of thing happened all the time.

She could probably do it and even if he did wake up even just a bit, he'd probably see it as no more than what she had heard was called a wet dream.

Trying to remember how she had worked him up to this point, Hermione methodically went through each gesture and tactic she could think of to arouse him further with her hands. But it proved tougher than she originally anticipated.

He had moved a few times, brought his hand down to rub himself on his own, a few times so fast she was barely able to get her hand away in time. Though he moaned and mumbled something under his breath and moved his hand back to the black sheets.

She wondered if she could somehow coax his hands back down, he could do her dirty work for her... but she, of course had no control over his hands and would have to keep up her program of trial and error. The main problem being that she had no way of knowing if she was doing something right.

He moaned and moved his hips against her hand. She watched his face intently as she moved her hand, scarred with every passing second that he would wake up.

It can't be too long now. She was so close to her final picture and her prize of a few nights sleep before they found another game.
She suddenly jumped in shock as a hand swung down and grabbed onto her wrist. Her eyes widened in shock and she saw Professor Snape looking down at her.

Everything in her froze. 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.... I'm going to be expelled. Perfect grades, impeccable student record... ruined. Stupid Lavender Brown!' She wanted to look away, but couldn't.

"What... do you think you're up to Miss Granger?" He asked his voice calm as usual. Her hand still gripped his stiff cock, too afraid to even let go.

"Up to, Professor? I'm not up to anything..."

'Smooth,' she thought. 'Act innocent when you're grasping him there! It's quite obvious what you were doing. Idiot!'

"I'm not one to be lied to Miss Granger." He said. "What... are you doing... in my chambers?"

"Are these your chambers?" she feigned surprise. "Good Lord! I must be totally lost."

"Miss Granger if you are absolutely insistent on making up lies to cover up your actions it would be wise to make up something believable."

She blushed and looked away, unwrapping her hand awkwardly.

"I... I was... "

He was still gripping her wrist, not letting her pull her hand away. She had let go of his still hard cock, but she was still touching it.
"..."

For once the sharp Hermione Granger was silenced, there was literally no way of explaining her way out of this.

"I won't report you for this Hermione." He said. "But I'll give you a choice." He let go of her wrist an moved up to lean against the headboard, one hand behind his head the other resting on his stomach. "You can either flee... as I'm sure you'd love to do. Or finish what you've started."

She nearly choked. What? Was he propositioning her? Oh God, how was she even in this situation?! Stupid Lavender Brown and her... Oh God Lavender. If Hermione didn't complete all the challenges, she would never win and get to bed. She let an eye fall to the erection she had, until recently been touching. Was it nearly there anyway?

Severus smirked seeing her curiosity. "Go ahead." He said. "I won't fault you for leaving.... but I'm sure I will highly enjoy it if you don't."

Feeling the smooth plastic of the muggle camera against her knee, Hermione set her jaw and reached out once again to clutch her professor.

Severus didn't react to her gripping him again but he didn't protest. "Have you ever done this before?"

She let out a frightened squeak and shook her head, trembling from cold and nerves.

"I can tell." He said with a slight amused smirk on his face. "Your hand is dry, it's starting to chaffe, it's why I woke up."

"Oh... I'm sorry P.. Professor." Should she even be calling him that while doing... this!

"It's okay. You'll learn." She didn't want to know what he meant by that. "You can either spit into your hand or if you're bold enough take it into your mouth." He said as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

A look of panic crossed her face and she hurriedly spat in her hand, gripping him again before it could run off her hands.

He smirked at her knowing already that she wouldn't be so bold. It was a bit better but she hadn't lubricated her hand quite enough. he batted her hand a way a moment and spit into his own hand moving it down to coat himself before moving his hand away to let her continue.

She glanced self-consciously at him, but restarted her actions with a slight shudder. This was so wrong. All of it. Her being here, touching him; he was her teacher for Merlin's sake!

Severus watched her intently. That was much better. He had no idea why she was there, or why she had started this but he wasn't going to complain. It had been so long since he had been last touched by someone.

Hermione shuddered again, not looking at him. She was nearly done. Then she could go back. Desperately she hoped if she was doing it right.

She chanced a glance at him. "How long does this usually take?" She asked. Severus smirked at her again enjoying her innocence.

"At the rate your going... longer than you'd like I'm sure."

She scowled, gripping slightly tighter.

"Then, Professor... why don't you teach!"

"You wouldn't be brave enough." He said in an almost challenging voice.

She raised an eyebrow and squeezed him harder.

"Oh?"

Severus shifted slightly enjoying the feeling of her hand gripping him a bit tighter. "You are pretty good at instruction.... I had no doubt of that.... but how brave are you at a new subject?"

"I'll take on any new subject, Sir..." she emphasised her last word with a subtle tug and a smile.

"Mmm of that I have no doubt." He moved his hand down and covered hers with his, showing her how to move her hand. He reached out signaling he wanted her to give him her other hand.

She reached out to him, almost innocently. His guidance was making all this easier. It certainly gave her a thrill to be learning a new skill, even such a trivial one.

Severus felt himself harden a bit more. "Mmm That's much better." He said bringing his hands away after showing her what to do.

She allowed herself some satisfaction. Doing her task with everything he'd shown her. His little satisfied noises were certainly doing things to her.

Severus moaned and shifted his hips up towards her hand. "Care for your next instruction?" He asked.

"Yes Professor," she whispered, a delicate blush covered her face.

Severus stopped her hand and pulled the one away from his soft sack. He spread his legs a bit giving her easier access to him, almost in a loose way of crossing his legs, his feet a few inches apart from each other. She moved closer to him knowing that's what he wanted and waited for further instruction.

He moved her hand down to the base and smirked. He knew this would be a huge leap for her. "Take the tip of it into your mouth, and suck on it gently." He said. "Use your tongue as much as your able."

'Oh God...'

Acquiescing silently, she moved to kneel on the edge of the bed. She only hesitated when faced with the actual prospect of putting it in her mouth, before closing her eyes and doing as she was told.

Severus almost cried out as she took him into her mouth. He honestly hadn't expected her to do it. It was just.... so out of character for her.

His sudden shift in tension was noted by the girl. This would all be worth it, just to make her smug, stoic potion's master make noises that he didn't want to make. She wanted to make him lose control, just to prove that she could.

Taking initiative she slowly pushed her mouth down, taking a little more of him in than she had been instructed, her soft lips skimming over the ridge with purpose and a certain new found confidence.

"Mmm.... yes..." He said as he noticed her going above said instruction. Just as she did in class.

Soon Hermione had gained a sort of rhythm that she found comfortable and gently bobbed her head in time with her internal clock.

He took her hand back into his and lead it back to his sack. Hermione pulled back and came up with an idea. She leaned a bit farther down and took one soft sac into her mouth.

She hoped this was right and not just weird. Her hand worked perfectly fine on it own. If he wanted more he would say after all, she knew how much he was enjoying this; just as much for the power he exerted than anything else.

Severus moaned again and ran his hand down to the back of her head. "Hermione, can I ask you a question?" She looked up at him letting him fall from her mouth with a dull smack. "Have you ever had sex before?"

Hermione looked a little shocked. "Well... I.... no I've never had sex before." She said. "Though I don't... I'm not a.... that is to say."

"Out with it girl." He said annoyed at her stammering.

"I had to be checked by my doctor a while ago and he had to break my... uh.... maidenhead." She said. "So I'm only kinda a virgin."

He stared very hard at her, sitting up,

"If you have never had sex, then you are still a virgin Miss Granger," he snapped finally.

She blushed and looked away. 'What was he asking of her?'

He moved up to lean on his elbows. "Have you ever been touched by a man before?" He asked.

She shivered, hearing his smooth voice asking her personal questions, she wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. Hermione shook her head, her voice no more than a whisper.

"No, Sir."

Severus sat up causing her to slump back. He leaned towards her as if to kiss her but paused waiting for any kind of disapproval.

None came. Hermione sat there, her eyes fixed on his, she lent up to meet his kiss. Certainly not her first kiss, but an experience she had never known before.

Snape slowly deepened the kiss not wanting to scare her but enough to be pleasurable for the both of them. Hermione moaned into the kiss. Sure she had kissed before but it was nothing like this. He was more... experienced than the boys she had been with.

Could she even be enjoying this, just a little. He was, in fact a very good kisser and she couldn't help but moan. It was almost too quiet to hear, but she inwardly cringed, sure that he would pick up on it.

Snape smirked into the kiss and deepened it just a little bringing one hand to cup her breast through her shirt.

She groaned, gently, close to pulling away from him. But his touch was something she had never experienced. True, boys had tried to feel her up in the past but nothing like this.

Severus nudged his tongue against her lips seeking entrance as he ran his hand down her side to the hem of her shirt before lifting it up. Slipping his hand under her bra he massaged her soft skin.

She didn't know how to react. This was insane... He was her professor.

His other hand moved under her shirt as well to the back and gently unclipped her bra giving his other hand more space to play. He pinched her nipple and nudged his tongue against her lips again.

She returned his kiss with a sweet moan. 'Oh God...'

She parted her lips and dropped the camera onto the bed. She had barely been aware of the death grip she held it in. She brought her hands up to his bare chest as Severus tongue delved into her mouth.

Lavender had to give her more points for this... she pushed her hands up to wrap over his shoulders.

Severus pulled the bra away from her and throwing it to the floor before he started tugging at her shirt.

She obliged, undoing her buttons and slipping her nightshirt to the floor. Blushing at how exposed she felt.

Snape kissed his way to her jaw down to her neck, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh which soon began to turn purple. He didn't even look at her as she sat in front of him in nothing but a pair of cotton panties.

She knew she wasn't much to look at... maybe this was the proof she needed.

He slowly ran his free hand down her stomach dipping his hand into her panties and touching her most intimately.

Swallowing she looked away and blinked. His hands were cold.

Severus rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Squealing, she tried to pull away, her finger still dug into his shoulder.

"Relax." He said quietly against her ear. "I won't hurt you." He said rubbing the nub again.

Still trembling violently she clung to him. His voice doing something to soothe her nerves.

Running a finger up her slit he whispered into her ear again. "If you want me to stop Hermione tell me now."

Moaning again she thought, 'Do I want him to stop... there's no way I can ever look at him again. I'll have to drop potions tomorrow morning... so he might as well keep going.' She shook her head and tried to smile bravely.

Severus gently pushed his middle finger into her. She was already sopping wet. She wasn't tight around his finger, no doubt she did this on her own time so it wouldn't be as bad for her.

Choking out another little noise she shut her eyes, trying not to push against him.

Severus quickly removed her panties and moved her to lay on her back on the bed. He pushed his finger and and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit before adding another finger.

"Professor," she cried, pushing down against his hand.

Snape felt his cock throb at the mere word she uttered. He added another finger and pushed into her farther. True to her word, her maiden head was in fact already broken. Pity.

Her little whines and moans were getting louder. She didn't even mind his cold hands any more. She wanted more, but she couldn't ask for it.

Severus smirked down at her. "What is it you want Hermione?" He asked as he took her nipple into his mouth.

Groaning she shook her head. She wasn't going to beg him for anything.

Severus curled his fingers into her hitting her G spot. "What is it you want?" He asked again rubbing her in that one spot he knew would have her begging in seconds.

She wailed, grinding her hips against him.

"Please Professor, please! More!"

"More?" He asked. He knew full well what she wanted but he wanted her to ask for it.

She wailed again, not caring if anyone heard her, but knowing no one could.

"Please! Professor, do it or just stop!"

"Do what? Honestly girl I can't get you to shut up in class and now I can't even get a straight answer out of you."

She wanted to cry, he was being so unreasonable. Why was she even doing this with a man she couldn't stand? But then his finger brushed her again she practically screamed,

"Just DO me!"

Snape smirked. "I'm afraid I don't understand Ms. Granger." He said curling his fingers again. "You'll have to be a bit more clear."

She screamed and dug her nails into his shoulder.

"Just DO IT, you insufferable man!"

"Do.... what?" He asked quietly pronouncing each words as if it held it's own weight.

"I want you to fuck me!" Swearing was not something Hermione enjoyed, but this situation called for it. It was becoming impossible to stop.

Snape smirked as he crawled on top of her. He rubbed the tip of his cock at her entrance. "Are you sure?"

Blinking and turning her head away so she didn't look at him too closely. Then nodded.

"I'm sorry what was that?" He asked rubbing her again.

She wanted to punch him. She knew she hated him for a reason.

"Yes! Yes! Bloody Hell!"

Severus didn't falter as he shoved his thick long cock into her dripping quim. He thrust into her fucking her hard and fast. Fuck it had been to long since he'd last been inside a woman. Let alone one that was sprawled beneath him begging for his services.

It was difficult to hold back her screams, but she knew it would only feed his ego to know how good it felt. This was better than her fingers, better than anything she could have considered.

"Don't hold back 'Mione." Snape said. "Scream for me."

Still she refused, growling and forcing her fingers deeper into the blankets.

Snape pulled out of her and teased her opening with the tip, not touching it with his hands, by moving his hips.

Whining, her fringe plastering itself onto her face, she tried to reestablish friction again by pushing up against him.

"Are you going to do as you're told?" He asked nudging her. "I thought you could take instruction well Miss Granger."

She glared up at him, a hormonal teenage girl being cheated out of the best sex of her young life...

"I could wait all night Miss Granger." He said pushing his head in before pulling it back out. He did that a few more times before slamming into her hard and holding himself there.

A low shuddered groan and she shook her head, screaming in frustration and anger. Seething tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Snape moved slowly inside of her, almost painfully slow even for him. "Tell me what you want Miss Granger. Tell me every dirty little detail." He moaned into her ear.

"I don't know! But make the accursed tension stop! Do SOMETHING!" Her outrage was becoming more and more tangible.

"Hmmm.... talking dirty's not your forte... we'll need to work on that." He said slamming into her.

Wailing into the echoing chamber, Hermione lost all pretense at infuriated muffled sounds. His renewed thrusts were sending her over the edge.

Snape smirked and moved up onto his knees, pulling her hips up against his he thrust up into her hard and fast, one hand behind him as he leaned back, the other on her hip.

"More..." her girlish whimper was like the most heartfelt plea ever heard. She was so desperate that she could say just about anything.

"What was that?" He asked not changing his speed or depth.

"I want more!" she wailed, moving her hand to grip his waist. "Please I need to feel your cock. Faster... please..."

Snape smirked and leaned over her, resting his weight on his fists on the mattress. Still on his knees he rolled his hips into her harder and faster, his cock moving in and out of her quickly.

She hated herself for begging, but it felt so damn good. She knew she was getting closer. Closer to the end she had only known alone.

Snape groaned as he moved over her. "You like this?" He asked. "You like my cock in you?"

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's... oh God..."

Severus sped up his thrusts and caught a faint glint of silver out of the corner of his eye but ignored it. He knew what it was and what the cause of it was. "Cum for me Hermione."

And she did, screaming and writhing beneath him. Of course she was loud, but she couldn't bring herself to words, her brain was close to shutting down, if only briefly.

Severus moaned at the sound of he cries at the feeling of he writhing beneath him. He moved over her bracing himself better almost laying flat on top of her as he sped up his thrusts. He felt his orgasm building. He was close.

Her body still sensitive and jerky as she came down from her high, Hermione's hips still instinctively snapped to meet his, almost urging him on.

"Mmmm I'm close." he moaned kissing her neck.

She didn't say anything, still just pushing up against him, a dull ache spread over her hips... she hoped this was nearly the end. His longevity was certainly impressive. Though starting to get slightly annoying.

His breathing increased and she could hear his soft almost frantic breaths in her ear.

She shut her eyes and dug her nails in gently, breathing slowly steadying.

"Ungh I'm cumming." he moaned a few thrusts before he grunted cumming deep inside her.

She groaned. laying quiet still beneath him, she let him finish.

He stayed on top of her for a few more moments spilling the last of his seed inside her before rolling off of her onto the bed.

Without opening her eyes, Hermione let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding. Without him covering her she suddenly felt very exposed. But nevertheless satisfied.

Snape smirked a moment before he grabbed the silver camera. "I think you got more than was necessary." he said with a slight chuckle.

Her eyelids fluttering open, Hermione was horrified.

"Professor! I... I was.... I..."

"What? You think I was never a teenager myself once? I know how that game works." he said. "Though I didn't clue into it until you came. Your thoughts where very openly displayed then."

"What?!"

Despite the fact that her very presence there was an infringement of his personal privacy she felt affronted.

"Relax Miss Granger." he said. "I didn't forcefully delve into your thoughts. You merely opened them to me."

"Oh..." she shyly, reached out and took her camera, slipping to the edge of the bed to find her clothes. "Sorry... for spying."

"I'm not." he said pulling the covers back up to his hips. "Now go to bed you have class tomorrow and I fully expect you to be there."

Pulling on her pajamas, the little camera still clutched in her trembling fingers, she nodded jerkily and ran for the door.

"Yes Professor..... thank you."

Snape shook his head. The only reason he gave her back the camera was because he knew she wouldn't show them to her room mates.

Hermione had no idea how much time had elapsed since she had first accepted the challenge, but as she gave the password to a sleepy Fat Lady and made her way back up the winding staircase, she felt a sense of achievement. She had certainly won.

Looking through the pictures on the camera she realized there was more than the pictures she took. There where nearly sixty pictures at different angles of them in different positions making it look like the did it more than once.

She swallowed... there was no way that the girls could see half of these photos. Certainly her reputation as a quiet bookworm would be put in question. She sighed and opened the door into the dorm room, knowing they would all be up waiting for her.

"That took a really long time." Lavender said. "Did he catch you?"

"Ummm... Professor ... Flitwick caught me on my way back and gave me a talking to about being out of the Common Room... but I got the picture you wanted."

She bleeped the camera into life and waved the picture in Lavender's face.

"He's still covered up." She said. "Don't tell me you didn't have the guts to pull the blanket down a bit."

"If you're so desperate to see Snape's junk why don't you go take pictures?" She said sitting down on the bed so that her back was to them. She pulled out her wand and used it to transfer the other pictures onto sheets of photo paper, leaving only the one picture on the camera. Quickly hiding the photo's so that the other girls wouldn't see them she handed the camera back to Lavender.

"What was that?" Lavender asked.

Hermione shrugged. "Nothing... I just wanted to see the picture better... maybe see if there was anything to earn me a few extra points... there isn't." She said.

And she sighed, padding off to settle in her bed.

"You guys can keep playing your stupid game... I have potions tomorrow and I want to get some sleep."

She closed the curtains to her bed and pulled out the photos to look through them again.

((Yayz another fic.... so... this can either be a one shot or depending on your REVIEWS.... may turn into more.... Pasha needs to be motivated and is a total Review whore

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