I just wanted to say thanks for your writing! It is absolutely brilliant! I keep coming back to your stories time and time again to re-read. Especially teaching miss granger. Your stories are brilliant and written in a way that you get a chance to empathise with the characters. I genuinely feel their pain or joy the way you have constructed them.... so thank you! Hours of reading and i will.... of course.... go back for more! Thanks!

**There are spoilers in this review**

I'm going to review this story to the best of my ability, but I want to first and foremost thank you for sharing your unbelievable talent with us. I do so hope that you are a published author somewhere. Your ability to take the magical world of Harry Potter and blend it flawlessly with the sensuality and erotic nature of Fifty Shades of Grey left me breathless on more than one occasion. I am a full time mom of five who runs a daycare and is taking nine college credits, it's safe to say that I haven't read a book outside of my texts since my first was born 8 years ago (all though I do listen to them on Audible). I stumbled across this sight out of pure curiosity for what was out there for fan fiction these days. (As my teenage years were filled with it - I was an avid reader and writer of all things Backstreet Boys - LOL!)

The first thing on this sight that intrigued me was Quartet. I have a dirty mind, and a fabulous sex life. A heady fantasy is a three-way, so I'm always going for things that help bring those fantasies to the forefront of my mind. Quartet is super hot. Being this was my first delve into Harry Potter fan fiction, I have to be honest and say that the pairings threw me. The thought of Lucius, Severus and Draco with our sweet Ron's Hermione put me out a little....but, I cannot deny what you wrote. Phenomenal.

I perused a few other stories, and nothing was tripping my trigger. So I delved into the author to see if her other stories were just as good….and I found Teaching Miss Granger.

I read a handful of the reviews, and decided it was the author who was the star, not just the things she wrote. Oracle Obscured is probably the best fan fiction writer I have ever read. This story sucked me in from the first spanking to the marriage proposal. I was blown away from the character development. It was stunning. The consistent and interchangeable use metaphors left me breathless of her cleverness. “It was written all over her face like a headline on the front page of The Daily Prophet.” Dialogue was fun, witty, sharp, and sexy as hell. The erotica scenes were quite literally the best I have ever read, and I have read more than 300 romance novels in my life ranging from harlequin to fanfiction to classics and back again. Including 50 Shades of Grey, which is also hot as hell. This was better.

After you take all this into account as to what makes a great story, the plot was wonderful. The emotions that grew between Severus and Hermione blossomed like a rose opening its petals to the winter sun. Slow, soft, and sweet. My heart ached. As a total cliché I will say this: I laughed, I cried, I fell in love with these characters even more then what Ms. Rowling made me feel in the original series.

Scenes that blew my mind:
SCENE ONE:

He nodded. “That’s right. It’s your loss of control that has that effect on you. Even when the pain makes you scream, your surrender is a comfort. You are no longer responsible; someone else is calling the shots. Do you know why you like that so much?”

“No.”

“Because every other part of your life is planned to the nth degree. You work hard, and success is the only option you give yourself. You are so in control of every aspect of your day that you are dying for someone to take the reins so you can let go. And sex is the perfect outlet for that. There is freedom in your  submission.

“Now, you are force to be reckoned with, Miss Granger. I love that you have a mind and aren’t afraid to use it. I love that you don’t back down to arrogance and evil. I love that you fight for what you believe in. But just as there’s a part of you that wants to submit, there’s a part of me that wants to dominate. I desire your surrender. I want you begging me to control you. I like to push your limits and see your face burn with embarrassment.  

“Watching your arse turn red is the very embodiment of that feeling. Your craving for humiliation is matched only by my desire to fulfill it. Causing you pain is not the source of my pleasure. It is your willingness to accept it and beg me for more. Furthermore, I could fuck anybody and get off, just like you can get off with inanimate objects and schoolboys like Draco. It isn’t the outcome that keeps me coming back to you, it is the process.  

“When you moan and buck under my tongue, you are under my control. When you beg me to bugger you, you are begging for my command. Even when you’re on top, riding my cock, you are doing so because it pleases me. I am telling you all this because it seems that even after all this time, you do not understand what it is you need from me. You think it’s the sex, which I agree is outstanding, but it is secondary to that first, basic need.”

Hermione was quiet. She’d stopped crying and was staring blankly at her feet. It felt as though he’d just cross sectioned her brain and laid all her thoughts out for dissection. She didn’t know what to think.

This scene put everything, and I mean everything, into perspective for me as up until this point I struggled seeing sweet Hermione in the role of a submissive. It made perfect sense and allowed me to accept this story even more deeply then I already had been.

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SCENE TWO:
He lifted his head and made her look in his eyes. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me,” she whispered back. His smile made her pussy clench.

“And who makes me harder than a marble cauldron?” he purred, kissing his way back to her ear.

“Me?”

“Obviously. Who’s going to beg me to fuck her arse tonight?”

She was sure that time. “Me.”

His chuckle tickled her ear.

"Whom do I want in my bed every night?”

“Me.” I hope.

He nipped her earlobe. “And who makes me happiest?

Oh God! I love you so much. And how does he always say something without actually saying it?  “Me.”

“You are a very smart witch. Shall I go on?”

Hermione smiled and bit his shoulder to muffle her moan. His cock felt amazing inside her, and his eyes burned into her like x-rays. If he kept talking like that, her heart and pussy were going to melt into a giant pile of goo. “Yes.”

He smirked and fucked her harder. “Who creams her knickers every time I whisper in her ear?”

“Me.”

“MmmHm. Who’s going to squirt all over this bed in a few minutes?”

She grinned. “Me.”

“I was hoping it wasn’t me. Who looks like a goddess when she puts my collar around her neck?”

Hermione shivered. “Me.”

“Who loves bending over my knee every time she’s naughty?”

Her eyes closed. “Me.”

“Whose pussy gets soaked every time her bum gets smacked?”

“Mine.”

“Who can’t decide if she wants to kiss my dick like an angel or suck it like a demon?”

Hermione laughed at the ceiling, holding him tighter. “Me.”

“Whose pussy tastes like honey and gets wetter than the North Sea when I lick it?”

“Mine.”

“You’re very good at this game,” he commented, nibbling her neck. “How about this one, who wants me to tie her legs apart and fill her bum with water?”

Her eyes popped wide, but she answered in a quiet voice, “Me.”

“I thought so. Who’s going to be a good girl and hold it while I paddle her?”

Sweet Circe. “Me.”

“Who begs to feel my belt across her backside?”

“Me.”

Who tells me she loves me when she’s high on sleeping potion and falling asleep in my bed? “Who’s the only person who has ever said she missed me?"

“Oh God, Severus. Me?” That’s so bloody sad. OMG, are you kidding me?!. *SOB*

“Whose smile makes me forget how miserable I am?”

Hermione hugged him as hard as she could. “Please stop. You’re going to make me cry again.”

He slowed down and kissed her neck. “Who tries to take care of me even though I push her away and curse at her?”

“Me. I won’t stop.” A warm chuckle breezed over her neck.

“I know. Who looks at me as though I’m the only wizard in the world?”

“Me.”

“Who is the only person I care anything about and would kill to protect?”

She blinked hard to stop the prickling in her eyes. “Me?”

He pulled back and looked in her eyes, his hips slowly rocking against her clit. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Hermione racked her brain to figure out what she was supposed to say. “Tell you?”

“I heard what you said that night.” If her eyes got any wider her eyeballs were going to fall out. Severus tried not to laugh as the horror dawned on her features. He kissed her once then ran his lips over to her ear. “Who hears you saying it over and over every night when he can’t sleep?”

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod. She was definitely going to start crying. “Severus,” her voice caught, and she had to swallow and blink like a maniac to hold back the tears.  

Who thinks about saying it back, but doesn’t know if he can?

Her arms locked around his neck, her lips touching his ear. “I was worried it would scare you away. I meant it, Severus. I love you. Please, don’t say it back right now. I don’t need you to say it. And if doesn’t freak you out, I’ll say it every day.”

“It doesn’t freak me out,” he said with a small smirk.

She kissed his ear. “In that case, one more time, I love you. I won’t overdo it on the first day.”

He nodded. “I’m set for a while now.”

Okay – so holy crow. Tears streaming quite literally. This was so incredibly perfect. The only scene more perfect was when he told her.
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Which brings me to the next one:
SCENE THREE

Hermione felt as if he were ripping open her heart in the most pleasant way possible. It didn’t hurt, but she felt as though she’d been dissected like Ginny’s doll, exposed to the elements. Her heart would either break or burst with love. There seemed to be no middle ground. His breath on her neck was the song of angels. She wanted to hear him speak and crumble any walls between them with the rumble of his voice. “I love you, Severus.”

His heart was breaking; pieces of it were lodged somewhere near his spleen. He could barely breathe. Her bum was asphyxiating him, somehow smothering his lungs through her rectum. Every gasping cell of his body screamed at him to tell her his true feelings. He had a strong suspicion that if he didn’t admit it, whatever magic was flowing through them would vanish, the spell broken by his omission. Tell her, damn you! Your silence is protecting nothing! You’re wasting time. Hers and yours. She already knows. What if you’d been killed by that man without ever saying it? Regret is for cowards. “I love you.”

Hermione stopped breathing for a few seconds, shocked. And then the raw feeling around her heart melted away, and she was left with only overflowing warmth spilling from her chest.

The constricted feeling in his breastbone disappeared. Every cell in his body inhaled deeply, and he felt as though all the gravity in the room had reversed. If he hadn’t had his cock buried in her arse, he might be banging against the ceiling. His arm tightened around her to anchor himself to earth.

The warm stream in the center of her breast grew to a cascade. His heart thudded against her back, and hers matched its rhythm. Hermione started to cry then she laughed through the tears. Great. I’m barmy. He tells me he loves me, and I go mental.

Can I tell you a secret Hermione? I’m in love with Snape, too. *Tears*

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Oracle Obscured has written a spell binding, sensual story of a girl who needed release and a man who needed unconditional love with the use of some of the most amazing characters anyone has ever brought to life. She stayed true to the heart of J.K. Rowling’s characters and I am a new, but forevermore, fan of hers. I immediately jumped over to read the short story I Can Dream About You and am dying for more. I want to see and hear everything that happened with their wedding, Hermione being pregnant, and the birth of said child. I will devour everything she writes and will hope she never stops writing them. ❤ ❤ Thank you for sharing your talent.

Oracle,

Chapter 1.

I just came back to TMG. It's irresistible. I think I will slowly make my way through it again.

Now, that I'm several times more kinky than I was at the first time I had pleasure to read it, I have to say it's amazing.

I just realised something and my eyes widened in surprise of it. I had my first spanking session in December and I asked him to sit, put me over his lap, lift my skirt, lower my knickers and spank me until my arse was evenly dark red all over. And then he fingered me... Does it sound familiar to you? I think images from your TMG were imprinted in my mind so deeply, that I unconsciously recreated it in real life (the other part also followed, if you're curious)

I have to thank you. You inspired me and it was wonderful. It's lovely here, on the Dark Side ;-)

Thank you 

Fox xx

I love that you used song times as chapter titles, and I love a good Snape/ Hermione pairing. I loved the pacing too, it was perfect