The Twilight Zone

Disclaimer: I am in no way making any money from writing this. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I have only borrowed them to create a plot. This is all in fun.


The Twilight Zone

A/N: The Strangeness Challenge. I have accepted another challenge from WIKTT and I must emphasize that this is strange, but will be explained at the end. Enjoy and please review!

Hugs,
Corazon

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It was Hermione’s seventh year at Hogwarts. It was November and her, along with all the Gryffindors were celebrating the downfall of Lord Voldemort. Harry had thrown the final curse of the battle, the killing curse, causing Voldemort to die. Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore were both on hand to ensure Voldemort would not be returning.

The Gryffindors were in their common room, getting drunk. Neville was playing bar tender, having fun mixing up different concoctions for them.

“Harry, try this one!” said Neville, handing him a goblet with a blue liquid. Harry took it and drank it.

“OH GODS!” he cried.

“What’s wrong?!” yelled Ron over the loud music.

“That was fabulous! It felt as if I – um - ” Harry gulped, not wanting to say.

“What was that one called?” asked Ron.

“Shrieking Orgasm,” said Neville proudly as he held up his wizard’s bartending book.

“I need to go change my pants,” blushed Harry. Ron and Hermione were laughing.

“You two want one?” asked Neville. As much as Hermione wanted to, she politely declined, thinking the only one she wanted an orgasm from was Professor Snape. ‘Ya, right,’ she thought, ‘and people in hell want ice water.’ She had a total infatuation with the Potions Master, but knew nothing would ever come of it.

Ron on the other hand –

“Oh hell ya!” he said, taking the goblet from Neville and slamming it. “OOOOOH!” he moaned in a high-pitched shriek. Hermione and Neville died laughing. Not that they had much experience in hearing someone have an orgasm, but they knew this was not ‘normal.’

Ron dismissed himself so he could go and change his pants too. Everyone was quite drunk, including Ron. They watched him enter the girl’s dorm, only to have the stairs flatten out. He slid to the bottom of the staircase and passed out.

Ginny watched him sleep.

“Should we move him?” asked Collin.

“Nah, let’s get another drink!” she answered.

“Here Hermione,” Neville handed her a goblet with a putrid black liquid.

“What is it?” she asked. So far every drink he had made was delicious, but after witnessing Harry’s last drink, she wanted to know the name before drinking it.

“Mind Eraser.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Don’t worry. It says it will get you drunker, faster.”

“Okay,” she slurred before slamming the drink.

~*~*~*~*~

“Hermione. Hermione. Wake up Hermione,” said a strange voice. She looked up to discover Draco Malfoy leaning over her. “Wake up!” he yelled.

“What do you want Draco?” she asked.

“I want to know what you are doing in the middle to the Slytherin common room wearing an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikini.” He looked at her from head to toe and then his eyes went back to her breasts. She looked down at her body and saw the bikini. Letting out a primal scream, she tried to sit up, but her head felt like a cauldron had been slammed into it.

“Oh gods,” she cried. Grabbing her head, she lay back down.

“Granger, are you okay?”

“No,” she whispered.

Draco was well aware of the celebrating going on in the other houses and assumed she just needed some hangover relief potion. He went to get her some from the supply Snape had sent over to the Slytherins.

“Here, drink this,” he commanded. She couldn’t stomach sitting up again, so she opened her mouth while lying on her back. Draco shrugged his shoulders. He held the vial three feet over her mouth and poured. He managed to get most of it in her mouth. “It works fast, so you can stand up now.”

She gingerly got to her feet, trying to keep her itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny bikini to continue covering her anatomy. Draco just stood there, still eyeing her breasts.

“Bastard! At least you could do is give me a robe or something,” she snapped at him.

“I could, but then I couldn’t see your stout nipples pushing against your top,” he sneered. She stomped over to the couch and grabbed a throw pillow. Before placing it in front of her, she smacked Draco with it.

“Ouch!” he cried. She placed the pillow in front of her and left for her rooms.

Ginny saw her entering the Gryffindor common room and whistled. “Wow! You give new meaning to Head Girl. If that’s what I have to do to become Head Girl, I think I’ll decline.”

“Shut up Ginny!” but Ginny was laughing too hard to hear her. Hermione glared at her and she finally quieted down. “What time is it?”

“Seven thirty. We have class. Dumbledore only gave us one day off for the celebration, so back to our regular classes,” answered Ginny.

“Celebration?” asked Hermione, but Ginny was already gone. She shrugged it off, thinking she must of misheard. When she reached her Head Girl rooms, she stripped off the bikini and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt so good on her aching body. She couldn’t figure out why she ached so badly. Her muscles felt like she had just done a marathon of Tae Bo with Billy Blanks. Her first class was at nine o’clock, so she had some time to enjoy the shower before heading off to the Great Hall for breakfast.

When she entered the Great Hall, the entire Gryffindor table turned toward her and gave her a standing ovation along with several catcalls and whistles. Blushing, she took her seat between Harry and Ron who looked like shit. They sat closest to the Head Table where they could hear most of the staff’s conversations.

“What was that all about?” asked Ron, holding his head.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she answered, filling her plate with eggs and sausages. “What’s wrong with you two?” she asked before taking a bite of her food. Ron looked at her eating, turned green, and ran from the Great Hall with his hand over his mouth. “He should go see Madam Pomfrey,” said Hermione.

Harry forced himself to take another drink of his tea, hoping it would calm his stomach down. Turning to Hermione, he asked, “Where did you end up going last night?”

Glancing at the Slytherin table, she saw Draco licking his lips. She suddenly lost her appetite, remembering where she woke up. “I was busy making rounds.”

“Of course. Only you would be making rounds during a time like this,” said Harry between taking sips of his tea.

“I take great pride in being Head Girl,” she said defensively. “Anyway, it’s time for class.”

They got up and slowly trudge down to the dungeons. It was time for Triple Potions with Professor Snape and the Slytherins. Thankfully the class had thin out somewhat since it was a N.E.W.T class. Hermione entered the class behind Harry, both taking their normal seats toward the back of the room. At exactly nine o’clock, Professor Snape burst through the door. Hermione raised an eyebrow as she watched him glide to the front of the classroom. He was so flawless in his movements. She stared at the tall, dark, and handsome creature, waiting to hear his seductively sexy voice. She was on the edge of her seat, waiting for him speak when, “CRASH!”

“Hermione! Are you okay?” asked Harry. She had been literally on the edge of her seat and fell out.

“Miss Granger,” spoke Professor Snape in his deep, vibrating voice.

“Yes sir,” she squeaked, picking herself up off the floor.

“Being Head Girl, I have even higher expectations for you. You will serve detention for your interruption. See me after class,” he scowled.

‘Mmm,’ she thought, ‘me and Snape, alone, in his rooms for detention.’ She licked her lips at the thought not realizing at the same moment he was looking at her. He raised an eyebrow as if approving of what she just did. She gasped out loud, quickly covering her mouth.

The class continued and Hermione made sure there were no more out bursts on her part. Snape circled the room several times while they were brewing their potions. Her eyes followed him, wishing he would come over her way. Just as she thought it, he spun around and made a beeline for her.

“Well, Miss Granger,” he said sternly, “I see you have brewed yet another flawless potion.” He leaned closer to her and purred in her ear, “I hope that is not all you can do flawlessly.” She turned bright red, but before she could address him, he was back in front of the classroom, inspecting the Slytherin’s potions.

When class finally ended, she made her way to the front of the room to receive her detention. Snape was sitting at his desk, writing something with his quill, clearly ignoring her. She waited patiently and when the last student left, he put down his quill and looked at her.

“Hermione, you look absolutely delicious today,” he said, walking around his desk to be closer to her.

“Sir?”

“Oh, enough with the sir. We are alone. Call me Severus you silly girl.”

“Yes sir, I mean Severus,” she hesitantly answered.

“I received the book you sent me.”

She looked at him like he was crazy. “Book?”

“You know, How To Make Love To Your Witch.” Her eyes about fell out of their sockets, but he kept talking. “I have been reading it and I see your point about foreplay. It is quite clear that the female takes a longer time to become aroused than the male. I still have more to read, but I will let you know when I am finished. Then we can try again.”

“Sir? I mean, Severus?”

“You do want to try again don’t you? I mean, it was my first time along with yours. How was I supposed to know that it was going to hurt you? I did apologize. And I promise this time I will last more than ten seconds. The book says the male’s first time is always quick.”

“Oh gods,” she whispered.

“Well, you better go. I will see you tonight. Bring your books so you can study. You know I would never assign you any nasty work for detention.” He winked at her and left the classroom.

She stood there, flabbergasted. “What the hell is going on?” she screamed. Her voice echoed in the empty classroom. She left for the rest of her classes, hoping she could make sense of what has happened.

The rest of her day was almost normal, minus that fact that she still received a standing ovation along with catcalls and whistles when she entered the Great Hall.

“Ginny,” she said, “What is going on?”

Ginny smiled, “You don’t remember do you?”

“Duh!”

“You were wasted beyond belief last night. After Neville served you the Mind Eraser, you passed out cold for about ten minutes. Nothing we did could wake you. Then suddenly, you jump to your feet, grab your wand and transfigure your clothes into an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikini.” Hermione looked at her horrified, but Ginny kept talking. “Then you started doing this seductive dance. You were crawling on your hands and knees, begging for the boys to spank you. You were giving lap dances to anyone who would sit still. Then you conjured up a pole and started dancing around that. You were grinding your hips into it, making every guy in the room drool.”

Hermione began to speak, but nothing came out of her mouth. She looked at Harry who was nodding his head to confirm what she had just heard.

“And then you disappeared. I’m not sure where you ended up after that.”

“Damn,” said Ron, “Of all the lousy times to pass out.”

Hermione couldn’t stomach anymore. She grabbed her book bag and excused herself. Reluctantly, she made her way to the dungeons to serve her detention. She wasn’t sure if she could face Snape, but she knew she didn’t have a choice.

She knocked on his door and walked in.

“Hello sexy,” he purred, sitting on the couch. “You can sit over here with me.” She walked over and sat next to him. ‘It can’t get any worse,’ she thought. She was getting ready to put her book bag on the couch when she saw a banana.

“What’s a banana doing here, Sir?” The question came out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“Oh, I was reading here in my book that a wizard needs to know how to pleasure his witch with his tongue and in return she would do the same. So I figured you would want to practice.”

“Oh, - um - I think I will work on my transfiguration essay first, if you don’t mind.”

“Take your time. You can take it with you and practice in your room,” he said, giving her big smile.

“I think I just might do that.”

‘Oh gods, I’m in the Twilight Zone,’ she thought. She had dreamed about being in a compromising position with Severus, but from the way he talked, it had been quite a disappointment. She shuddered, ‘it can’t get any worse, can it?’

After finishing her essay, it was close to midnight. “I better get going - Severus.” She stood up.

“I will see you tomorrow love,” he stood up and gave her an incredible kiss goodnight. It was a kiss she had only dreamt of. It was almost perfect until he said, “Don’t forget your banana.”

Grabbing her banana, she left.

The next day she entered Transfiguration class. Pulling out her essay, she handed it to Professor McGonagall. She looked at it and gave Hermione a puzzle look.

“Miss Granger, you already handed in this essay when I assigned it last week.” Hermione just stared at her, not sure what to say. “Dear, please see me after class.”

“Yes Professor McGonagall.” She took her seat as class began.

After class, Hermione followed McGonagall into her office. “Have a seat dear.”

“Thank you.”

“Hermione, I know a lot has happened over the past week. You losing your virginity to Severus, Severus losing his virginity to you and on top of all of this, Voldemort is finally dead.”

“He’s what?!” cried Hermione. “Does anyone know else know about this?”

“Of course dear. We were all there. The fool showed up at the Quidditch match, not realizing Harry was flying fifty feet above him. Harry cast the killing curse and it was over in a blink of an eye.”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

“All that celebrating must still be affecting you dear. I heard you put on quite the show in the Gryffindor common room.” She winked at Hermione who could only nod in acknowledgment.

“Hermione, I have been meaning to ask you about the book you barrowed from me. Did you give it to Severus yet?”

“What?”

“The book, How To Make Love To Your Witch.. You asked me for my advice when you realized your first time wasn’t what you had expected it to be.”

“Oh yes, the book,” Hermione answered.

“That book did wonders for Albus. I was his first. Did you know he still holds the record for being the oldest virgin? I mean, where else are you going to find a 130 year old virgin? It’s been what – fifty years since I was first with him.” she gave a small chuckle before continuing. “He even has his own Strawberry Condom Card.”

“What?”

“Wizard Condoms dear. Each one comes with its own card of a witch or wizard who has contributed to the sexual revolution. Albus has his own card.”

Hermione was speechless.

“Make sure Severus reads the part on foreplay. It makes all the difference in the world.”

“Okay,” she said, not sure it was her voice saying it.

“You had better go dear. You don’t want to be late for your next class.”

Hermione grabbed her book bag and left, even more confused than ever. ‘Voldemort is dead. I slept with Snape. I gave the Gryffindors lap dances. Draco found me in an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikini. McGonagall lent me a book on How To Make Love To Your Witch. to give to Severus because we took each other’s virginity. Oh Merlin help me. I’m losing my fucking mind.’

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At dinner, she was sitting between Harry and Ron, playing with her Shepard’s pie. The events of the past two days were eating away at her. She didn’t even notice Harry and Ron talking to her. It wasn’t until she heard several catcalls coming from the Slytherin table. She looked up and saw Severus walking into the Great Hall, wearing an extremely tight pair of black leather pants. They were so tight that every female and a few males were looking at the very impressive package between his legs.

Hermione’s eyes bulged, ‘Oh gods, I was disappointed with that!’ The girls all raised an eyebrow as he walked past them. It was the first time he appeared without his robes, obviously to give everyone a clear view of his merchandise.

She just stared at him, watching him take a seat at the High Table. Trying to turn her attention back to her food, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

He gave her a subtle wink before taking a drink of his juice. Just as she was getting ready to look away, she noticed him take an ice cube and place it on the tip of his tongue. Looking around, she saw that several other students also noticed. She looked back at him. He began to suck on the ice cube in a lewd manner, staring directly at her, making her blush.

‘He finished reading the book,’ she thought.

She looked around again, and even more students noticed what was happening. Again, looking at him, he began to do more naughty things with the ice and his tongue. If everything hadn’t been so weird lately, she would have been turned on by the lewd gestures, but this wasn’t normal.

Looking at him a third time, she noticed him sucking extra hard. So hard that the ice cube sucked into the back of his throat and he began choking.

“Oh gods, he’s choking,” she yelled. Albus began whacking him on the back until the ice cube shot out of his throat and hit McGonagall between the eyes, knocking her out of her seat.

“Don’t worry my boy,” said Albus, “same thing happened to me the first time I tried sucking on ice, only I was actually in bed at the time. Kind of ruined the moment if you know what I mean. I knock Minerva right out of the bed, she knocked her head on the floor and was out cold for two days.”

“Yes sir,” said Severus, deciding to leave the ice alone and eat his food.

Hermione forced her eyes to remain on her food until dinner was over. She quickly left the Great Hall to only be confronted by Draco.

“What do you want Draco?”

“I was wondering if I could have a private lap dance that you gave each of the Gryffindors?” he purred.

“Forget it!” she hissed. He pulled out a pair of knickers and began to smell them. She looked closer. She reached into her skirt and screamed. “Draco, what are you doing with my knickers?”

“I thought I might save you the time from stripping them off when you give me that lap dance.”

“Draco, give Miss Granger back her knickers,” growled Snape. They both turned in surprise at hearing his voice.

“Why should I sir?”

“Because she will need them when she gives me a lap dance?” he smirked. Snape then bent down and kissed her on the neck. “I will see you later my love,” and he walked away.

Draco’s mouth hung open as if frozen in animation. Finally he managed to say, “Snape. Snape? Snape?! SNAPE!”

“Oh shut up Draco! As if you have room to talk.”

“What do you mean Granger?” he growled.

“I saw you and a certain plant in Greenhouse number four that resembles the female anatomy.”

Draco blushed as the anger steamed out of his ears. “Okay Granger,” he hissed, “Not another word from either of us, deal?”

“Deal.” He handed her back her knickers and they each went back to their common rooms.

Hermione went back to her rooms and straight to bed. She was hoping the sooner she went to bed, the sooner she would wake up from this nightmare.

The next day she entered Triple Potions. Severus was standing in front of the classroom, scowling at the students, but when she walked in, he licked his top lip and gave her a wink. Draco took noticed and snorted. She shot him a death look, but he just laughed.

“Look, the HEAD of Slytherin is hoping the give the HEAD Girl will give him some Head!” The class busted up laughing.

Hermione drew her wand, marched straight to Draco and threw about five different jinxes at him. When the smoke cleared, he was left standing with a pair of tight, leather green pants, (minus the impressive package) and pink hair. The class was gasping for breath from laughing so hard.

Draco looked at them, clearly confused at to what had happened. “Whaz wrong wiz youz?” He was speaking with a lisp. The expression on his face was priceless when he heard his voice. He then looked down and noticed his pants, minus his package. “Hey! Wherez Nemo?”

“Whose Nemo?” gasped Ron.

“Hiz my - ” Draco didn’t know how to say it, so he just pointed to his groin.

“Oh he’s there,” said Hermione, “I guess you be spending the afternoon Finding Nemo.” The entire class was in chaos. Draco tried to protest, but his lisp got worse so he finally gave up.

“Hermione,” cried Ron, “What is going on between you and Snape?”

Draco answered, “I szwear to the godz, Ronald Weazley, Hell hathz no fury like Hermione Granger when she’z got her knickers in a twizt!” This shut Ron up real fast.

She looked back up at Severus who had conjured up another ice cube and was practicing again. She stomped up to him and hissed, “Put that down, you greasy bastard or so help me gods!” He just smiled and flicked his tongue in the middle of the cube. Hermione closed her eyes. Some how she felt that on her body and let out a squeak. He winked at her before swallowing the ice cube.

‘Oh gods,’ she thought. She grabbed her books and tried to leave.

“Hermione, you’re not going any where,” said Severus. “This is Triple Potions and you are stuck here just as I am.” She gave him a dirty look and took her seat next to Harry and Ron.

Some order came back to the class and eventually they began to brew a potion. She looked next to her and noticed Neville was standing next to her, brewing his potion.

“Neville, you’re not in this class. What are you doing here?”

“I am brewing a special drink for you.” She looked at him, puzzled, but then Snape walked over.

“Mister Longbottom, and what do I owe this pleasure?” Hermione noticed Neville’s cauldron was smoking and vibrating.

Before he could answer, “BOOM!”

~*~*~*~*~

“Miss Granger,” said a voice.


“Miss Granger,” the voice was louder.


“MISS GRANGER!” yelled Professor Snape.

Her eyes flew open and she looked around. All of the Gryffindors along with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were looking down at her. She tried to lift her head up, but was stuck to the floor.

“Is there a particular reason I’m stuck to the floor?” she asked.

“Perhaps,” answered Snape in a very irritable tone, “You are stuck to the remnants of your drink you spilt.”

Hermione glared at Snape. “Severus, can you at least give me a hand?”

“Miss Granger, twenty points from Gryffindor. I am your Professor and you address me as such!” he growled.

Harry stepped in and helped her to her feet.

“Oh, it’s Professor Snape now. Aren’t you going to conjure up an ice cube and show me the lewd acts you are going to perform on my body?” she snapped. She was clearly tired of all the crap that was taking place. The Gryffindors snickered.

“Miss Granger! You have earned detention!” he yelled.

“Detention, detention, detention! Oh, is that like ‘Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera?’ ”

“Miss Granger, I am warning you. If you do not shut your mouth now, you will be expelled!” She rolled her eyes and walked away from him.

“Hermione,” said Harry, following her. “What is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with this whole fucking situation?!” she yelled, stomping over to the window.

Snape had just finished taking a sample of her drink that was one the floor. He grabbed Neville’s bar tending book and went over to Hermione.

“Miss Granger, would you please come with me?”

“Look at the moon. It really looks blue tonight.” She was ignoring his request. “What happens when there really is a blue moon?”

“A blue moon occurs twice a year Miss Granger, you should know that from your DADA classes. Now will you please come with me?”

She eyes him suspiciously. “Only if you promise no ice cubes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Promise,” he growled. She followed him while the rest of the Gryffindors just stared.


They ended up in his dungeons. “Sit over there,” he said, pointed to a bench. He went over to a cauldron and poured the sample of her drink in it. He then waved his wand over the cauldron and purple smoke began to appear. While it continued to smoke, he opened the bar tending book to the page Neville had brewed the drink from. He smiled.

“Miss Granger, I think I can explain what has happened.” He turned around and nearly collapsed at what he saw.

She was standing in front of him, naked, holding a hot fudge sundae with a very large banana sticking out from it.

Sweat began to form on the ridge of his eyebrows. He suddenly became hot, very hot. He grabbed at his collar and began to loosen it. “Miss Granger, what are you doing?” he said hoarsely.

She didn’t answer. All she did was lick her lips and raise an eyebrow at him. He slowly shook his head ‘no’ in fear. She continued to lick her lips, slowly nodding her ‘yes.’

She stuck her tongue out and began to lick the bottom of the banana, working herself up to the top. Tilting her head, she licked it back down to the bottom, all the time keeping her eyes on Snape.

He swallowed hard, grabbing his robes and closing them around him. “Miss Granger,” he began, but she ignored him as she took the banana in her mouth and began to suck it enthusiastically.

His body twinged as his legs squeezed together.

She gave him a wicked look as she took a scoop of the ice cream and placed it on the top of the banana.

“Don’t you dare take a single bite of that Hot Fudge Sund- oh my dear sweet gods - ” he whispered.

She ate the ice cream from the top, letting a few moans escape from her throat.

“Miss Granger,” he struggled to find his voice while stepping closer to her, “if you don’t stop that now, you – oh dear mother of Merlin.” She bit the top of the banana off and moaned loudly as she ate it.

“Oh fuck it,” he moaned, grabbing the Hot Fudge Sundae and throwing it behind him. He grabbed her around the neck and kissed her long and hard. She hungrily responded to him, tasting him with her tongue. His hands were exploring her body, caressing her skin, pulling her closer to him.

“Your clothes, take them off,” she whispered in his ear before sucking on his earlobe. She had wanted Severus for quite a while now and with all the teasing he had been doing along with reading the book, she wanted to know what he was capable of.

He grabbed his wand and flicked it, causing his clothes to disappear. He wrapped his hands around her ass and pulled her up, around his waist. They continued kissing as he carried her to his bed. Placing her down on it, he lay next to her.

His fingers were exploring and caressing her breasts, playing with each nipple. Finally his mouth took over and her body about exploded from the teasing of his tongue. “Oh Severus, you’re a god!” she cried. Her skin tingled as the fire swept through her body. He licked her skin, making his way between her legs. His fingers open her wet folds while his mouth plunged into her, tasting her and drinking her. Her hips bucked up, rhythmically moving with the thrusting of his tongue. Her moans grew louder and louder. His finger massaged her nub, causing she moans to become cries, begging him for more. Finally, she came hard. Her body quivered and spasm while he licked her sweet nectar.

She saw stars in the darkness of her eyes lids while her body trembled from a sensation she had only read about. Feeling a heavier pressure between her legs, she opened her eyes and saw him positioned at her opening.

“Hermione, are you a virgin?” he asked.

She was puzzled by the question, but answered, “You know the answer to that.”

She wrapped one hand around his hardness and helped guide him into her. He entered her gently at first, but then filled her with a quick, hard thrust.

She cried from the tearing of her barrier. “Oh shit!” she muttered.

Pulling out quickly, he said, “Hermione, I’m sorry! I assumed you weren’t. I mean, most virgins don’t act the way you were. I mean – oh gods, I’m sorry.” He rolled onto his back.

She couldn’t figure out what was going on, but she knew she wasn’t going to let a little pain get in her way. She turned over to her hands and knees, looking at this magnificent creature lying next to her. Smiling, she lowered her mouth down to his groin. She noticed he wasn’t hard anymore, but she began to play with him. Surprised at how fast his erection came back, she lowered her mouth down to it. Licking and swirling her tongue along the tip, she could hear his moan.

‘Damn, I should have practice with that banana more,’ she thought. She licked him a little more, but the heat building between her legs was begging for relief.

Crawling onto his body, she looked at him in the eye. “I have always wanted you to be my first Severus.” Instant lust was written all over his expression. He watched her silently as she lowered herself onto his shaft. Both gasped at the sensation. His hips began to move into her as his hands guided her movements. She began to raise herself from him and then slid back down onto his hardness again and again. The feeling was incredible, just knowing that it was he who was filling her with every thrust.

He found her nub and began to rub it, causing her to arch her back, giving him free access to her body. She was thrusting onto him hard as he rubbed her nub harder. The pressure was building as her movements were no longer her own. Her body began to tremble and quiver.

“Look at me,” he demanded, “I want to see you come.” She leaned forward and looked into her lover’s eyes.

“Please, do it now,” she begged. Hearing her words, his face cringed, loosing all control and he cried out, spilling into her as she came hard, yet again. Both were breathless, lying side by side.

After several moments of silence, she rolled over and looked at him and smiled. “That was the most incredible act I have ever experienced.”

He raised an eyebrow and conceitedly answered, “Did you expect anything less?”

“Actually I did.”

“What?” he said, sitting up.

“I am, was, oh hell. I don’t know anymore. Was I your first?” she asked.

He snorted. “No Miss Granger. You were not my first. Did I appear to be a virgin?”

“No, but I thought - ”

“Miss Granger, before we - ”

“Severus, we just shared an incredibly intimate moment. The least you could do is call me Hermione.”

“Okay Hermione, before we or I should say you began to eat your Hot Fudge Sundae, I found out what happened to you. It appears Mister Longbottom had been mixing drinks. The drink he made you was a combination of two drinks that were on the same page. One was called a Mind Eraser and the other, The Twilight Zone. It some how caused you to loose consciousness, but you were only out for a few minutes. Some of the Gryffindors summoned Professor McGonagall and myself. When we arrived, you were already coming out of it.”

“Only a few minutes? It felt like I was out for a few days. It was so real.” Then she remembered some the events that had occurred. “Is Voldemort dead?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Harry cast the final killing curse at the final battle. The Dark Lord was circling him with his Death Eaters when Albus and myself were able to weaken him with several dark curses. The Aurors took care of the Death Eaters while Harry came in and killed him.”

“I remember now. We were celebrating the victory and Neville was playing bar tender and he gave me that drink – oh shit - I mean – I threw myself at you, thinking we had already done it. Oh gods, how embarrassing. You must think I am some slut or whore.” She pulled a sheet up around her, covering her naked body.

“Hermione, I don’t think that at all.” She just ignored him. “Would it help if I told you I am attracted to you?”

“Yea right. Is that before I licked the banana or I licked you?”

“Hermione, why did you throw yourself at me? No sane woman would seek me out just to lose her virginity.”

She blushed a little. Turning back toward him. “Okay, I have been attracted to you. Actually, I have been infatuated with you. Tonight was a dream come true. I only hope it doesn’t end here.”

“No, it doesn’t end here. It will continue as long as you want it to.”

She smiled at him. “Could it continue now?”

He raised his eyebrow again, pulling the sheet from her body. “As you wish.” He claimed her mouth again, along with her body, making love to her again and again.

~*~*~*~*~

A/N: Okay, there it is, another challenge response. Please let me know how you liked it!

Hugs,
Corazon


Here is the challenge in case you are wondering where I came up with certain quotes and situations:

Strangeness Challenge!

Okay, so here goes: Hermione drinks a potion made by none other than Neville Longbottom. She passes out. Or falls asleep, whichever you prefer. She wakes up and can’t remember a thing from the past week. So, here’s the challenge: Tell the story from Hermione’s point of view. The Hermione that woke up when the other one went to sleep…


Entry must include:
Hermione/Sevvie pairing.
Albus/Minerva pairing.

Sober Hermione with a serious case of the hots that would never happen unless she was, say, less inhibited?

One vial of putrid black liquid.

Draco Malfoy with pink hair and a lisp [somewhere in the story].

Snape in hot pants.

Hermione in an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka-dot bikini.

Snape doing naughty things with ice cubes [whether or not he does them to Hermione is up to you >)].

Hermione stark naked in the middle of Muggle London [optional].

Snape, victim of yet another exploding cauldron.

Entry must also include seven of the next ten quotes [they may be spoken by anyone to anyone unless otherwise specified]:

“Put that down, you greasy bastard or so help me Gods!”

“Malfoy, what are you doing with my knickers?!”

“Is there a particular reason I’m stuck to the floor?”

“What’s a banana doing here, Sir?”

“Detention, detention, detention!” - “Oh, is that like ‘Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera?’” [one quote].

“I swear to the Gods, Ronald Weasley, Hell hath no fury like Hermione Granger when she’s got her knickers in a twist!”

“I’m obviously crazy, because you’re not here!”

“What happens when there really is a blue moon?”

“Snape. Snape? Snape?! SNAPE!”

“Don’t you dare take a single bite of that Hot Fudge Sund- oh my dear sweet God-” [from Snape].