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Rating: M – inappropriate for readers under the age of 16; contains explicit sexuality.

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Additional Lessons

K. Marie

Hermione slowly wandered down the dark hallways leading to the potions dungeons. Earlier in the week, she had requested additional lessons with the dark Potions Master, and he, surprisingly, obliged, though she could plainly see, he did so grudgingly.

The hallways were empty; it was nearing seven o’clock in the evening, so this struck her as unusual. Though, as she considered her whereabouts, the witch supposed it wasn’t so strange, after all.

She turned a corner and quickened her pace; the Potions Master had severely stated she be in his office at seven o’clock – no later, no earlier. She lifted her wrist and shook back the sleeve of her robes to check her watch: 6:58. She was only a few paces from the door to his office, and once she reached it, she lingered outside, steadying her breath and keeping her eyes on her wristwatch all the time.

As the second hand ticked closer and closer to the twelve, Hermione raised her hand to knock on the door. The door swung open just before her knuckles made contact with the cold surface, and she froze, staring at the chest of Severus Snape’s black robes.

“Ah, Miss Granger... just on time,” his oily voice crooned dangerously.

Hermione’s auburn eyes lifted to meet his cold, dark gaze. Her mouth was hanging slightly open, still recovering from the start he had given her from answering her before she knocked.

“O-Oh, yes, Professor... I know how you prefer students to be timely when it’s your time you’re sacrificing for them,” she was simply babbling on, but she couldn’t help it; she had noticed how purely porcelain and smooth the skin of his cheeks was.

“You’re babbling, Granger,” he sneered, holding the door open and backing out of her way. “Come in, come in, we’re already wasting time.”

“Oh, yes, sorry, sir!” she shuffled in, lowering her face as her cheeks tinged red.

She felt the Potions Master breeze past her and seat himself behind his desk. She didn’t expect any hospitality from Snape, and was honestly quite surprised at how – perhaps, kind? – he was being towards her.

She seated herself in a chair that was conveniently positioned on the opposite side of his desk. Slowly, the young witch lifted her eyes to meet with Snape’s, and then let them wander around the room. The creepy forms floating in various potions were precariously placed among the shelves of the room, which was merely candlelit at the time. She noted that it was windowless, which was not surprising; not only were they in the dungeons, but it was Severus Snape’s office. The man was so pale one could assume he hadn’t seen daylight since the days he ran with Lord Voldemort’s Death Eaters.

Hermione clasped her hands in her lap and let her gaze return to Snape’s pallid face. She flushed slightly as she realized he had been watching her this entire time. They both remained silent for awhile, and she found herself, yet again, allowing her eyes to wander from Snape’s black eyes to examine other things; this time, his face.

She couldn’t understand her sudden attraction to this man, this not only physically unattractive man, but the man who had tortured her in class and out-of-class for nearly six years. However, she supposed, she had never been close enough to notice how flawless and smooth his skin was. But still, there was that horrible hooked nose protruding from the center of his bony, pallid face, those thin lips concealing terribly yellowed teeth, the pair of dark, fathomless eyes that, when staring, seemed to bore a hole right through the very center of your soul...

And yet, he seemed beautiful to her in that instant. All she had to do was reach her small, warm hand across the desk and place it on top of his cold, veiny hands... All she had to do was stand and lean forward only slightly to lock lips with him...

“As I understand from our discussion previously this week, you were hoping to learn more in the field of potion brewing,” Snape began, folding his arms on the dark wood of his desk and leaning forward. “I, as kind of a person as I am, obliged.”

His voice slowly brought her back to reality and her eyes focused on his face, which oddly now looked slightly stressed. He was staring at her still, staring into her eyes as if they were having an intense conversation of sorts, and suddenly she wished she could have intense conversations with this man all the time.

“Granger, if you wish to have additional lessons with me, I expect you to pay attention to what I’m saying to you, despite how unimportant it may seem to you.”

Hermione, once again, was brought to the present by Snape’s cold voice, and she jumped, slightly startled. “Oh, Professor! I was paying attention, everything you’re saying is important!”

Snape stared at her questioningly. He looked slightly confused, but then slowly his lips curled into a sneer, revealing his yellowed teeth. Hermione, at the sight of his knowing grin, lowered her eyes embarrassedly and began playing with her hair.

“Oh, Granger, I have not known you to be completely speechless. This is truly, truly, truly a miracle. What, oh gods, what is it that has blessed us with this silent moment? What have we done to deserve this? Whatever it may be, may I be forever in your servitude as a token of my gratitude.”

A pang of hatred for his ever-so snarky attitude struck Hermione’s insides. She glared at him through the brunette fringe of her bangs, and flinched as his cold fingers stroked her cheek. Her eyes clenched shut, his fingers running down her face to cup her chin and pull her forward out of her chair.

She grabbed firmly onto the edge of the desk as he pulled her face closer to his. Snape sneered at her, a hateful sneer that she would love to slap off his face if only she could get away with it.

“Oh, Miss Granger, how I love to feel you tremble,” he breathed onto her face before he stole a kiss.

Her eyes widened with shock. Snape’s eyes were closed, almost passionately, as he kissed Hermione. An emotion washed over her, her eyes flickered shut, and suddenly she found herself prodding her tongue against his lips, and they parted, inviting her in. Their tongues met in gentle, hungry caresses.

In desperation to feel him, Hermione climbed over the desk without breaking the kiss, and slid into his lap. She could feel something long and hard through their clothing; she realized that it was him, his length -- his erect length.

With both hands on either of his shoulders, Hermione started grinding against him, all the while not breaking the kiss that grew deeper each second that passed. He groaned into her mouth, which sent a chill through her body and the first dampening of her panties. His hands finally left her face and slowly moved down her neck, then her shoulders, and then found their place caressing her breasts. Hermione moaned softly, grinding harder against Snape, feeling his fingers trace over her sensitive, hard nipples.

The Potions Master finally broke the kiss, hungrily burying his face to her neck, biting and kissing and sucking softly the tender skin. Hermione’s grip on his shoulders tightened as a new sensation, along with his gentle caresses of her soft breasts, aroused her further. He was leaving tiny bruises all along her neck, and when he thought perhaps his job was finished on one side, he began to nip and suck at the other side, causing just as many moans to escape the witch’s mouth. Her soft sounds egged Snape on, and he licked her jawbone and started sucking on her earlobe, occasionally licking the rim of her ear.

His hands still worked her breasts, his mouth still lingering on her ear and occasionally leaving it for the supple skin of her throat. Hermione, who was grinding against him as roughly as ever, her damp panties sticking to her hot folds, suddenly began working the buttons of his robes apart. He realized what she was doing and removed a hand from the respective breast and placed it on her tiny, trembling hands.

As if she had just realized that her partner was a living, breathing organism, Hermione looked up at him, shocked. Slowly, her expression turned to befuddlement as the lust in her eyes began to fade, though she never quit rocking her body against his length.

“Once you... once my clothing is removed, there’s no saying what restrictions I’ll place upon myself...” he said, staring at her, a look in his eyes as if he was terrified of himself. “You must be sure–”

She had forced her lips upon his, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth and exploring it with a new vigor, continuing her work upon his buttons. The hand he had removed from her breast was left hovering in the air for a moment, then found it’s place upon her breast again and he began to tweak her nipples, now that he could positively feel them through the fabric of her shirt and robes.

Hermione had managed to fully undo the buttons that clasped Snape’s robes shut, and she pushed them off his shoulders. Since she was sitting on him, she couldn’t fully remove his robes without removing herself from him, which she couldn’t seem to bring herself to want to do at the moment.

With his robes pushed off his shoulders, his neck was more revealed now and she moved his hair out of the way and began to copy the movements he had made upon her neck, sucking and biting and kissing gently, leaving tiny, nearly unnoticeable bruises upon the pallid flesh. He groaned gently as she worked, her hands now fumbling with the buttons of his black silk shirt he wore beneath his robes.

Snape bucked against her suddenly, bouncing her head back from his neck and her breasts in his hands, and the witch stared at him, a smile lingering upon her swollen lips. She knew that he was fully aroused and erect, but she didn’t want this foreplay to stop. She remembered what it was like with Viktor Krum, and this was just so much more appetizing, and pleasing, and arousing, and satisfying, and...

Again, Hermione forced her lips upon his as she pushed his shirt back off his shoulders, revealing his pale chest. Her hands started exploring the soft skin, finding his nipples and touching them gently, enough to make the professor gasp. She could feel his breastbone and his ribs, but at the same time, she could also make out the soft tones of muscle lurking beneath his flesh.

Snape unclasped Hermione’s dress robes and pushed them off her. The fabric fell weightlessly to the ground, leaving Hermione in a pink tee and blue jeans. Her nipples protruded shamelessly through her shirt, and he moved his hands and played with them some more, causing her to moan. Hermione broke his contact as she leaned down and started to kiss his chest and suck on his own erect nipples. His hips bucked into her again and she gasped, attempting to rub herself against his length and continue sucking him.

The witch felt his cold fingers touch her skin as he pulled the shirt over her head, breaking the contact she had with his chest. His eyes examined the white bra she still wore, and noticed that the clasp was in the front. He smiled to himself as she leaned in for another passionate kiss, tangling her fingers in his black hair. He retrieved his wand from his desk and flicked it at the door; it locked with a quiet click. With another wave of his wand, a silencing spell fell over the room.

Snape laid Hermione back on his desk, placing kisses down her neck and chest as he did so. He aimed to unclasp her bra with his teeth, which he successfully managed, and aggressively began sucking on her right nipple while his left hand worked her left breast. His free hand was approaching the belt and zipper that held Hermione’s pants, and easily removed them.

Hermione’s breathing was quickening and her panties were nearly soaked now; Snape continued to suck on her nipples, though now he moved to her left, and worked her lonely breast with his right hand. She gasped and bucked her hips against him, finding that the swollen pink nub of her left breast was much more sensitive than that of her right. When she felt her pants slide down her legs, she spread them further apart, inviting the professor in any form he wished.

Snape took the free hand that wasn’t caressing Hermione to stroke her folds and clitoris. He heard her moan as he used his fingers so skillfully to pleasure her. He positioned one long finger at her entrance, and then slowly pushed it in, wiggling it and probing all at once, and Hermione let out a loud groan of pleasure, egging Snape to insert a second digit.

She was dripping her juices into his hand. “Oh, God... Professor...”

“Severus,” he corrected her as he planted kisses down her stomach. He stopped at the brown triangle of curls, combing his fingers through it once as he slid the hand that he had been fingering her with up to her lips. She sucked his fingers into her mouth.

As she sucked his fingers, he started to flick his tongue at her sex. She let out a sharp gasp and spread her legs as wide as possible, and he buried his face in her folds and lapped at her fluids. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, sucked it gently, and she moaned, her body starting to tense as she neared orgasm.

He continued sucking her clitoris, her juices flowing all over his chin and his desk. He loved the sweet smell of her wetness. He pushed his tongue into her cunt as far as he could, moving it rhythmically as if he were fucking her. She moaned loudly, and his cock throbbed in response.

He sucked her clitoris into his mouth again, rubbing it vigorously with his tongue. He glided two of his fingers along the wetness dripping out of her and then slid them into her sex, probing her quickly. Her legs tensed up around his head, and he started sucking at her more aggressively, his fingers thrusting into her almost violently.

Her legs clamped up around his head as her muscles spasmed in a fantastic release. She screamed his name, her hands grabbing at the edges of the desk as his fingers continued to tweak her nipples and his mouth continued to work her sex. Her juices spilled out onto his face and he drank them eagerly, hungrily, licking them up and off his lips as he pulled away from her.

Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed over as she tilted her head to look at him. His robes fell off him, landing on the floor with a gentle sound. He started to unfasten his belt and pants, and they fell to the ground as easily as the robe had.

His erection stood proudly from his body, and Hermione estimated a good eight to nine inches he was about to fuck her brainless with. She slid her hand down her body seductively, touching herself and teasing her oversensitive clitoris between two slender fingers, her lustfilled eyes never leaving Severus’s face.

The Potions Master’s penis twitched as he watched her touch the sensitive nub. He stepped out of his pants, reached for her hips, and pulled her rear to the edge of the desk. Their eyes met as he positioned the head of his cock at her cunt, and with his free hand he touched the side of her face. She could smell her sex on his hand, and it aroused her even more.

“Take me.” She mouthed to him, and he obeyed.

He thrust deep into her, leaning over and using the desk for support. She wrapped her legs around his waist to assure herself he was penetrating as deep as he could. He fucked her mindlessly, just as she had hoped he would. His thrusts were long and hard; he would pull out till the head was just barely inside her, and then he’d thrust in, violating her in the most erotic way, making her scream his name every time.

She was squeezing her own breasts as he continued to thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. She slid one hand down to her clit, rubbing at it fervently as he fucked her violently. Her breasts bounced on her chest with every thrust.

He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her to him, lifting her off the desk and bouncing her on his cock as he faced a wall and pressed her against it, fucking her even harder and deeper than before.

“Oh, God, Severus!” she screamed as he began to hit the perfect spot inside her.

He grunted as he thrust into her, her tightness squeezing him even more as she neared her second orgasm of the night. He knew that he couldn’t hold off much longer, but he wanted to get her off before he came.

He bit into her neck as he fucked her, and she screamed louder than ever. Severus felt her tighten around him almost painfully, and continuing to tighten as she came, and he felt her juices dripping down his cock and balls and legs. He, too, released his hot seed within her, which made her moan as he bounced her on him a few more times, and then laid her back on the desk.

Her entire body was tinged pink, her face especially flushed but that same lusty gaze in her eyes. Severus pulled out of her and stroked his softening penis, squeezing the remaining seed out of it and letting it drip all over her hot cunt.

Hermione spread her legs again, as if expecting more from Snape, and he delivered, lowering his face to her sex again and drinking up their mixed fluids; he recognized her sweet, tangy come, and didn’t mind the salty mixture he knew was his own. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth again, nibbling it with his lips, penetrating her with his tongue.

Hermione tangled her fingers into his hair and forced his face against her, so that his tongue was as far in as he could manage, and moaned gently. She felt Snape lift her arse off the desk and start flicking his tongue at the puckered hole, and she gasped and bucked her hips slightly.

“Oh, Severus...” she moaned, caressing her own breasts again.

Snape felt himself hardening again, which he considered a gift; it was mere moments after his orgasm that he was able to obtain a second erection, which lasted just as long, if not longer. He intended to fuck Hermione in the ass, but first...

“Hermione,” Snape whispered, standing up so she could see his growing erection.

“Oh, my, my, Severus,” she moaned slyly as she continued to tweak her nipples.

The Potions Master stared at her a little longer, stroking himself to a full erection, and Hermione knew what he meant to have her do. She slowly slid off the desk, being sure that her breasts trapped his cock between them as she kneeled to the floor, and she began to lick the shaft of his length slowly, torturingly.

Severus collapsed into his chair as Hermione dragged her tongue agonizingly slow along his shaft, occasionally flicking it at the head, or dipping it in the slit on the head, seizing that bit of white liquid that he released. Hermione lowered her face to his balls and took them in her mouth and played with them.

She sucked an entire ball into her mouth, her tongue tracing shapes along the sensitive skin. She then moved to the other, licking it seductively, sucking at the tender skin. Snape gripped the armrests of his chair and threw his head back, moaning her name. Encouraged, she began pumping her hand on his cock, while she sucked his balls in her mouth, moving her tongue along their surface, individually and agonizingly slow.

Then, she released him and licked his shaft again, and took his cock in her mouth. She moved along it, slowly, taking all of it in her mouth so that her face touched his abdomen, and then released it, sucking as hard as she did as she took him in. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the arm rests, resisting the urge to fuck her mouth. She began to move faster along his cock, sucking just as hard, taking just as much of him in, but moving faster nonetheless, which nearly drove him over the edge. He had to push her off him so he could do what he intended originally – take her anally.

Hermione stared up at him questioningly. He touched his fingers to her lips and then hoisted her to her feet, latching his mouth onto her nipple as he did so and sucking. She moaned loudly, thrusting her naked body at his, and he released her.

“I want you to bend over, lean on my desk,” he growled at her, and she happily obeyed.

He traced her buttocks with his finger and then probed her sex with two fingers, moistening them for anal penetration. He slowly inserted a single finger into the puckered hole, and she gasped, at first in pain, then in pleasure, and he took that as his invite for a second finger. He began to probe her, slow at first, than quicker.

Hermione screamed his name as he thrust into her cunt with his cock, pumping fast, egging her to moan his name louder than before. But just as suddenly as he entered, he pulled out, and positioned himself at her asshole.

She relaxed herself and he entered slowly. He began to pump into her, slowly at first, so she could grow accustomed. As she began to groan, he began thrusting harder, curling his other hand around her and probing her cunt with his fingers.

She let out another pleasured scream, and Severus joined her in releasing sounds of pleasure. He thrust into her, quickly and roughly, nearing his second orgasm as he hoped she was nearing her third.

He thrust into her ass roughly, savoring the tightness. Her entire body was spasming as he pleasured her, her puckered hold tightening around him in a way a cunt just never could. He groaned as he achieved climax.

When he released into her, he felt her muscles spasm around him and knew she had come too. She collapsed forward onto the desk, forcing Snape out of her, and he relaxed back into his chair, sneering at her.

“Not exactly what I was expecting when you requested ‘additional lessons,’ Miss Granger,” he growled at her, seductively.

She turned around and smiled at him as his eyes traced the curve of her backside. “Neither did I, sir, but I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

The Potions Master nodded in agreement. His hands slowly moved over her soft skin, basking in the scent of sex and sweat on her flesh.

“You should dress,” the professor advised, nodding to the pile of clothing on the ground.

Hermione regretfully agreed, and began to pull her clothing on, smiling at him nonetheless. Snape also began to dress himself, and removed the silencing spell on the door.

He kissed Hermione on the lips one last time, mourning the fact that it might be the last time he would get to kiss her. The witch returned the gesture, combing her fingers through his hair in an attempt to straighten it if only a little.

“Do you think... do you think Professor Dumbledore will realize what happened?” Hermione asked fearfully.

“I do not know, Hermione,” Snape growled. “I suppose it all depends on the strength of my concealment magic.”

Hermione nodded and smiled slightly, heading towards the door. She was replaying the night in her head, the pleasure and the pain and the fact she had just made love with the most despised teacher in Hogwarts.

As she closed the office door behind her, Hermione couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t know what the rendezvous would lead to, but she knew for a fact that nothing would be the same between Hermione Granger and Severus Snape so long as they were alone in a room together.
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