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Hermione\'s First O	By : sacredeyes1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 13332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is my first ever story, just to test the waters, please be kind

Hermione’s First O

Today’s potions lesson was dull, tedious and monotonous even for Hermione Granger who usually relished any chance to learn. Professor Snape had banned all practical classes for the week, following an unfortunate incident of an exploding cauldron, which unsurprisingly Neville Longbottom was the cause of. Instead the class were resigned to reading from their text books and making notes.

The Professor lounged in a chair behind his large wooden desk looking down at the class of third years. Occasionally he threw a cutting remark at a student he deemed not to be working hard enough. He lazily scanned the room until his eyes spotted something peculiar: Hermione Granger was not working. Snape was about to reprimand the girl but it suddenly dawned on him the manner of her distraction. As he watched her a devious plan blossomed in his mind...

Hermione had been trying to focus but her brain would not let her. She felt hot and uncomfortable as she shuffled around in her chair. She tried to occupy her mind and keep her brain alert by silently listing all the students in Gryffindor house. She had successfully reached the 5^th years and was picturing each one of them using her fantastic photographic memory. She started to imagine a particularly attractive boy by the name of Matthew Symons. For some reason the thought of him brought a flush to her cheeks as she imagined him dressed in his Quidditch robes straddling a broom, his light blond hair ruffled by the breeze. Hermione found herself starting to subconsciously rub her thighs together under the desk as she held the thought of Matthew in her mind.

Hermione indulgently imagined how it would feel to kiss the boy, his soft lips pressed against hers, his muscular arms wrapped around her delicate body pulling her close to his chest. She felt a tingling between her legs that she had never felt there before. It suddenly occurred to her that she was, what the girls in her year would describe as, ‘turned on’. The heat was getting unbearable so Hermione loosened her tie and popped the top button of her white school shirt.

She felt a sudden desire to touch herself down between her legs but the classroom environment prevented her participating in such reckless behaviour. Instead she continued to rub her now slightly sticky thighs against each other and began to subtly grind down against her chair. She felt breathless and excited as she pretended to look at her text book while her mind played out scenes of Matthew kissing and caressing her.

All the while Snape watched on, seeing her growing excitement and frustration as she wiggled her little body against the chair; one hand loosely holding her quill, the other gripping the side of the desk. Part of him wanted to call her up on her behaviour in front of the class just to watch her die of embarrassment but a bigger more urgent and erect part of him felt that a one on one confrontation would be more enjoyable.

The bell rang to indicate the end of class and students began to pack away their belongings, eager to leave the dungeons and get to dinner. Hermione stayed in her seat, hips rolling slowly, trying to increase the pleasure she felt in her groin. It wasn’t until Ron Weasley tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she was coming that she even realised class was over. She started and then blushed at Ron’s statement although he was unaware of the potential double meaning it held for her.

Hermione jumped up, mindlessly throwing her books into her satchel, eager to return to her dorm to relieve the building pressure between her legs. She called to her friends that she would see them at dinner. There were certain matters that had to be attended to in the privacy of her own bed! She was last to leave the dungeons but as she headed to the door the potions master cut across her route.

Snape blocked her path with a black cloaked arm, effectively trapping her against the wall of the dungeon. With a flick of his wand the dungeon door slammed shut. Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise, one could almost see the cogs moving in her head as she struggled to process what was happening.

“Professor?” she squeaked, her satchel slipping from her grasp.

Without faltering Snape’s left hand moved to Hermione’s throat, his fingers gripping round the pale skin of her neck. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as he forced her chin up to face him. Hermione felt his breath tickling her skin and could smell what he had eaten for lunch that day. Her heart was hammering in her chest but she was more aware of the throbbing in her clit which had, if anything, increased.

Snape then began to drag the fingers of his right hand down Hermione’s cheek; over her peach pink lips forcing them to part slightly; down her neck; following the collar of her shirt; continuing over her grey school jumper; then over her right breast, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. He continued his path tantalizing slowly to her abdomen then down over the pleated school shirt to her bare thighs where he paused.

“Miss Granger, I believe you were distracted in my class today” Snape growled, his rumbling voice sending a wave of fear, and something akin to excitement, rushing through Hermione.

“I’ll have you know that is entirely unacceptable”.

The long fingers resumed their progress but this time they travelled up the soft skin of her creamy thighs, under her skirt. At this Hermione wiggled in an attempt to push his hand away but the sneer she got in return caused her to freeze. As she felt his nails drag over her dampened knickers, colour rose to her cheeks in shame. Then, in one fluid movement, Snape hooked a finger under the crotch of her underwear, slid it up between her folds and penetrated her.

The speed of this took Hermione completely by surprise;

“Whaaaaatt” she gasped in a shocked wisper

Snape looked down at his student, amused by the image of the ‘know it all’ school girl, her mouth open in shock with her Professor’s finger forced inside her. He started to pump his finger in and out of her unbelievably tight sex, feeling her wet heat gripping around the single digit. Her body in turn automatically mirrored his movements: her hips rolling to meet him. Hermione’s legs were already shaking, her breath coming in short gasps. Snape couldn’t believe how close the girl was to climax. He considered forcing in another finger but doubted he would even be able to. Instead he lazily flicked his thumb over her throbbing clit. This simple action was too much for Hermione causing her to lose all bodily control. As the wave of her climax took hold he saw confusion and then dawning realisation in her little face. Snape’s free hand covered her mouth as she shuddered and shock under the strength of her very first orgasm.

When her stifled moans subsided Snape eased his finger from her spasming cunt and raised his hand in front of her face. Hermione could see her juices covering his slender middle finger and visably cringed away from him. She had never felt so humiliated as she did at that moment. However, Snape’s grip on her neck prevented her moving far and forced her to look up at him.

“You are disgusting Miss Granger. You are a filthy, dirty mudblood” he snarled, his voice practically dripping with venom.

“How dare you entertain the thought of sexual fantasies in my classroom. How dare you come at my hand.”

Raising his soiled hand to her face he dragged his fingers roughly over her cheek and across her lips leaving a sticky trail that smelt of her excitement. Snape leaned down bringing his sneering face next to hers;

“Get out of my sight” he growled, a fleck of his spit landing on her lip.

Hermione stifled a sob and snatched up her satchel from the dungeon floor.

“And clean yourself up, you are a state” he snarled as she dashed through the dungeon door.

Her sobs echoed through the corridors as her Professor leant against the cold dungeon wall, idly licking at his fingers.
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