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Musical Beds	By : Tatiana Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9291 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: All these characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am only borrowing these characters for my own plot. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I would like to thank both of my betas, Biblioholic88 and Kathy for beta reading this story! Hugs to both of you!

This was a challenge that had to take place between 2 and 6 in the morning. The beginning paragraph was a requirement as is the final sentence. Everything in between is mine. I was supposed to stay wita 10a 1000 word limit, but since I am posting it on my own, I decided to up the amounts of words so my smut scenes would have more detail to them. *evil grin*

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A scream rent the silent night air, startling the young lady in the Head Girl�s room awake. Eyes rapidly scanning the room, she searched for the source of the banshee howl. Seeing nothing moving within the room, she gently nudged her companion. Screams in the night were not unusual at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry�what with the large population of ghosts and other fantastical beings, but something about this one made her tremble with fear. The one sharing her bed was still sound asleep. He made a sound very much like a sigh and shifted position, but other than that showed no signs of stirring.

�Wake up!� Hermione Granger said, poking more firmly.
His eyes finally opened, and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but �THUMP!� Hermione threw him out of the bed.

�It�s two o�clock in the morning! What the hell are you doing in my bed Harry?� she yelled.
He smiled as he got to his feet, �Tag! You�re it!� and he ran out of her room.

�Shit!� she yelled, putting on her robes and heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth. �Like I have time for this!� Every time she had been tagged, it was by Harry. Only Harry had been able to penetrate her wards. The other seventh years were easy targets, because the wards they placed on their four-poster beds were too easy.

During the second term of her sixth year, the D.A., Dumbledore�s Army, began practicing wards, both placing them and getting through them. As a game, they would try to bring down each other�s wards. They chose to do this in case Hogwarts was attacked; the D.A. could easily gather the students in one place and protect them. Since Harry had defeated the Dark Lord the summer before, the seventh years in the D.A. decided to turn it into more of a game. The person who was it had to be in another person�s bed before the howl of the banshee. The problem was the same person could not be tagged again in the same month. A new round began at the first of each month, making all seventh years eligible to be tagged again. They each had a magical calendar that Hermione had placed the Protean Charm on so they would know who had already been tagged.

Grabbing her calendar, she shook her head in defeat. Every seventh year had been tagged, leaving her as the last one left. They had always tried to accomplish this, but �Damn,� thought Hermione, �why did they have to do it with me being last?�

It was decided early on if every seventh year had been tagged, the game would end with a professor being tagged. She grabbed her wand and headed out into the dark corridors, deciding on who her victim would be. She had to work fast, because if she failed before the howl of the bee, ee, the jinxes would begin. After the first howl, she would have to French kiss the person whose bed she ended up in. After the second howl, she would have to perform oral sex. After the third howl, she would have to have sex with the person. Just to add to the pressure, with each howl, an aphrodisiac curse was released in the person, eventually making them desperate to find someone�s bed. Sometimes the banshee would howl two or three times a night or sometimes once a week, they never knew.

It was agreed that any sexual activity that occurred due to the game and the aphrodisiac curse could not be discussed. The repercussion would result in a jinx worse than a face full of boils, which is also what would happen if you failed to tag someone.

Draco always had fun when it was his turn. Crabbe would tag him. At first, nobody could figure out how he got through Draco�s wards, but then Hermione went to investigate and discovered he didn�t even bother to place any wards. He would wait in the Slytherin Common room until the third howl, and then he would go find Pansy Parkinson and have sex. �Ewww,� she thought.

Hermione stalked the halls, trying to hear if anyone was about. At two in the morning, even the Head Girl had to be cautious when she was out past curfew. �Just let me run into Mrs. Norris again,� thought Hermione, �I�ll jinx that pussycat into a catnip toy for Professor McGonagall!� The last time Hermione had been tagged, Mrs. Norris caught her out past curfew, causing her to serve a detention with Filch. �Ewww!� she still shuddered. Filch had made her massage his back and rub his feet for the duration of the detention.

Looking at her watch, it was already 2:30. Being Head Girl, she knew where the professor�s private chambers were located, but at this point, she was going to be very selective at whose bed she ended up in. Feeling confident she could wiggle out of a detention, she chose Professor McGonagall.
Standing in front of her door, Hermione waved her wand and muttered a few words, causing the wards to drop. Silently entering, she could see Professor McGonagall�s silhouette in the bed, but why did she look like she had a beard?

�Oh gods Albus! Don�t stop!� moaned McGonagall. Hermione shuddered at the words, desperately trying not to visualize what she just heard. McGonagall was not alone on this night. Quickly retreating, she left the room and replaced the wards.

There it was, the howl of the Banshee. �Shit!� she muttered. �Well, there goes Sprout and Trelawny,� she thought. There was no way she was French kissing a woman. She wandered down the hall, trying to decide whom she was going to tag and kiss.

The aphrodisiac was working, because she was becoming less picky over whom she was thinking about choosing, except that Filch was not, and would never be, an option. She let out a slight giggle, thinking about Professor Binns, but kept moving. �Hagrid? Flitwick? Snape? Oh gods, what have I gotten myself into?� Looking at her watch, �Damn! 3:00!�

Being Head Girl, she found out why there was always a professor lurking around corners. It was because their rooms were so spread out that they had the entire castle covered. She had walked across the castle, running out of professors when the Banshee howled again. �Fuck!� she whined. �Oral sex on a professor, ya right!� But as quickly as she said the words, the sensation of needing to pleasure a professor began to sound so delicious. �Okay, who is it going to be? I am not wasting my time on just any professor. I want a man, a real man.� She went through her lif opf options and only one professor stood out from the rest, and it was because of that damn silky, erotic voice. �Oh gods, he�s clear across the castle.�

She began to walk faster, �I need Snape!� she told herself at the same time cursing herself. �Gods, not Snape! Oooh, but he is a man! Shut up Hermione! That eyebrow and that voice! Oh gods Hermione, jump out the window while you have the chance! No! I need him so badly! You don�t want that greasy git! Yes, I do! His voice alone could bring me to an orgasm! But to give your virginity to him? Would you prefer Hagrid or Flitwick? Goodnt!�nt!� she was mentally arguing with herself, all the while she was increasing her speed to his rooms. Looking at her watch, 3:30. She knew she would never penetrate his wards, but at this point she didn�t care. She was getting in his bed.

She came to a skidding halt by running smack into his door. �Nice Hermione,� she muttered before banging on the door like a mad woman. After several minutes, he opened the door.

�THIS BETTER BE FUCKING GOOD!� he yelled.

�Oh it will be,� she smirked.

�Well, what do we have here? If it isn�t the pride of Hogwarts � the Head Girl herself, Miss Know It All,� his voice was so thick and silky and he raised that sexy eyebrow, bringing Hermione down to her knees, but she kept her hands to herself. She let out a slight moan, her body needing to perform oral sex. Eyeing his groin through his bathrobe, she forced herself to not touch him until she was in his bed, otherwise, she would be disqualified and given the final jinx.

Shocked, he bent down to look at her. �Miss Granger, are you okay?� sounding almost concerned, yet still irritated.

An idea struck her, �Act hurt and maybe he will take you inside.� �Oooh,� she moaned.

Her moan sounded more like she was being pleasured than being in pain. He placed one of his strong hands on her arm and lifted her to her feet, but she was bent over as if she were in pain. He was just standing there, looking at her. �Come on Snape, you�re smart. Take me inside,� she thought, but still he just stood there, watching her double over.

�I need to lie down,� she moaned.

�I�ll take you to Madame Pomfrey,� he replied, but just then the Banshee howled for the third time. She stood straight up and looked into his eyes. The full curse of the aphrodisiac was taking effect.

�Oh Fuck it!� she snapped, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to his bed.

�Miss Granger, what on earth do you think you are doing?� he yelled. She threw him on the bed and climbed on top of him.

�Here�s the deal. I need to have sex with you, and you are going to lay back and let me do it. If you want, you may participate,� she was explaining quickly, while untying his bathrobe. He looked at her in disbelief, not realizing she was already pulling down his boxers. If one were observing, they would have claimed it was rape, but you can�t rape the willing! *wink*

�MISS GRANG � oooh,� he moaned as she took him in her mouth. It had been so long since he had oral sex performed on him that he was able to stop her. Hermione had never done anything like this in her life. She had a sloppy kiss or two from Viktor, but it was clear the curse was in control. �She�s good, oooh she�s very good,� he thought.

An hour ago she wouldn�t have had the slightest idea how to do this, but the curse guided her tongue, her desire, her actions. Her tongue swirled as her lips nipped at his head. Her hands stroked and caressed the length of his shaft and his balls. She could feel his penis twitch each time she stroked the base with her fingertips. It didn�t take long for him to release. She was surprised that he was so silent in doing so. She swallowed his warm seed as he sprayed in the back of her throat. She then cleaned him up with her mouth.

She sat up and looked at him, �One down, and two to go,� she purred, claiming his mouth. He should have resisted her, but he didn�t. Hell, his penis was just in her mouth, so all ethics were out the window. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Tasting himself should have been disgusting, but she was awakening feelings he had buried long ago.

�Good,� she whispered, �I was hoping you were wanting to participate.�

�Will you tell me what this is all about, when we are finished though?� he asked.

�Of course,� she purred. He had a difficult time peeling off her robes and nightgown. She was very much in control.

The heat between her legs was increasing and she couldn�t wait. Even though she was a virgin it didn�t stop her from lowering herself down onto him. She flinched from the sharp pain of her hymen breaking, but this only slowed her down for a minute.

He realized he had just broken her hymen. �Miss Granger,� he hissed, forcing himself not to thrust into her until she was ready.

�I�m okay,� she whispered, taking a deep breath. �Just please don�t stop.� She began to move up and down, allowing him to fill her with each thrust. He couldn�t believe she knew how to move so well, especially since she was a virgin, but he wasn�t going to question it, not now.

The spell was guiding her again, making her move faster on him. Her fingers automatically moved to her nub and began to rub it. He saw this and grinned evilly. He moved her hand away and continued for her. Her back arched as her chest leaned out. He sat up so he could taste her breasts while fucking her. As his mouth moved from breast to breast, enjoying each, he could feel her hips beginning to shake. Her impending orgasm was approaching. He moved his fingers faster while applying more pressure; causing her walls to clamp and spasm. She stayed in control as she came, only letting a low whimper and moan escape.

He then placed both hands on her hips and began to thrust into her harder, letting his second orgasm build. He too released quietly, looking into her eyes the entire time.

After doing it the first time, the game ended. She could feel the release of the curse, but when she looked at Snape, she realized he was not finished. He didn�t know why she was there, but she was not about to leave, yet.

Licking her lips and raising her eyebrow, mocking his famous expression, they ended up doing it two more times. She was very satisfied with her choice. Snape was every bit the man she had anticipated.

At 5:15, she explained to him why she was there. He assigned her detention, every Saturday for the rest of the school year while playing with her breasts. �Yes sir,� she purred.

At 5:30, he returned the favor of the oral sex, making her cry out in pleasure, almost as loud as the Bansh It It was at this time the seventh years woke up and looked at their calendars in disbelief, learning that their Head Girl had officially ended the game with Professor Snape after three howls from the Banshee.

At 6:00, after doing it one more time, sleep overtook the two in the bed.

THE END
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