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Let me help you	By : mimi1234 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 28088 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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AN: This started off life as a one shot and has now ended up being 7 chapters haha. I will try to upload a new chapter every couple of days. It's set in the seventh year and disregards HBP and DH

Chapter 1
Hermione Granger was outside Professor Snape’s office. How mortifying for the head girl to be given detention! And it had hardly even been her fault. If Terry Boot hadn’t tripped up and knocked into her she never would have spilt her own potion. Perhaps she shouldn’t have answered back quite so precociously while protesting her innocence but it really hadn’t been her fault and she’d just seen the potion she’d spent an hour and a half brewing go to waste on the floor. She’d been naturally frustrated. Especially seeing as there was only 2 months left until she finished school forever and this potion had been one of her most important pieces of work before taking her NEWT in the subject.
She sighed before knocking on the door. She’d just have to bite her tongue and get through the next however many hours Snape decided to punish her for.
“Enter.” He called out.
“I’m here for my detention Sir.” She said as she stepped in through the door.
“Ahh yes.” He snarled. “The head girl who just couldn’t help causing havoc in my classroom.”
She desperately wanted to tell him again that it hadn’t been her fault but she knew it would only antagonise him more. Which in turn would only give him an excuse to keep her in detention longer. So she resigned herself to looking down at the floor.
“My storeroom needs sorting.” He told her getting up to unlock the door.
She followed him over before being stopped in her tracks as he turned sharply on his heel to look at her.
“If I should find anything missing Miss Granger. Mark my words, I will know.” He enunciated every syllable in a way that made her nervous. Surely he knew she wouldn’t be foolish enough to steal from his personal stores again.
He stepped aside to let her in. She inwardly sighed. Sorting this would take her hours.
“I’ll be back within the next half hour and I expect you to have made a good start.” Said Snape.
“Where are you going Professor?” Hermione asked him.
“Will you be asking impertinent questions all evening Miss Granger?” Snape sneered, watching her squirm under his stare. “Some of us have yet to eat dinner. Now get started.”
She watched as he left the room, his robe flowing behind him. Pulling off her own robe and hanging it on the door she set to work. The beginning, she knew, was always the best place to start. So she pulled the ladder around until it was against the shelves containing all the various elixirs and curiosities beginning with A.
It had barely been 20 minutes before Snape returned levitating a tray of food and a goblet of pumpkin juice. She heard him pull out the chair from under his desk and take a seat. She was sitting on one of the bottoms rungs of the ladder sorting out the last of the bottles beginning with A. She was vaguely wondering whether Snape would make her return tomorrow night if she did not get enough done tonight when she heard the goblet falling to the floor making an awful clattering sound followed by a chair being violently scraped back against the stone floor. She jumped out of her skin as the sudden flurry of noise scattered the eerie silence that had been before. It was when she heard a moan that she jumped to her feet.
“Professor Snape, is everything ok?” She cried as she left the store room and re-entered his office.
She saw the goblet on the floor and its contents spilt across the ground. She found Snape stood with hands against the wall taking deep breaths.
“Sir?” She breathed out.
“Urgh, Uhh.” He grunted.
Hermione saw that he had a pained expression on his face and he seemed to be trembling.
“Sir, what’s the matter?” She asked taking a small step towards him.
“Leave now Miss Granger.” He stammered, stopping her in her tracks. He was breathing heavily through his nose.
“Shall I get Madam Pomfrey, Professor?”
“No!” He yelled. Suddenly he threw his head back and again let out another moan. She watched him clench his fingers into fists against the wall.
“Professor, are you ill?” Hermione questioned.
The damn girl, Snape thought to himself, why would she not leave him alone?
“It’s…ahh.” His hips were starting to buck slightly. He knew he was beginning to lose control.
“What Sir?” She asked gently.
“It’s my…”
“Your what?” Her voice trembled.
“It’s my cock you infernal girl!” He snapped.
Her eyes grew wide and she stared down at his hips. He was still fighting to keep them still. She couldn’t see any evidence that something was wrong down there but then he was still wearing his robe.
“One of the vile 4^th years must have spiked my drink with an arousal potion. I know they’re easy enough to purchase in knockturn alley. When I get my hands on them!” He muttered more to himself than Hermione.
“I don’t understand Sir.”
“As I left the Great Hall a group of silly girls stopped me to ask a question. I was foolish enough to take my eyes away from the cup and tray I was carrying. They must have put it in then. How could I have been this stupid?” He growled. He realised that the anger that rose while recollecting what had happened was distracting him slightly from the throbbing of the painful erection he was now sporting. As soon as the thought crossed his mind the distraction was gone and all he could focus on was how much he needed to cum at that very moment.
He groaned again and pushed his hips forward to grind gently against the wall in front of him to relieve some of the pressure. Now all he needed was for the Granger girl to go.
“Get out now so I can deal with this.” He yelled.
Hermione quickly turned to leave.
As soon as she turned on her heel to go, Snape tore off his heavy robe and relieved himself of the pressure caused by his trousers and underwear.
As Hermione reached the door she heard a zipper being pulled down. She couldn’t help turning her head slightly. Her eyes grew wide again as she saw him pull his cock out, hard and erect. She’d never seen a penis in real life before, only pictures. She couldn’t help but take in the details of it, the veins running through it, the swollen head that was glistening with what she knew to be pre-cum from what she had read in books. She didn’t know much about average penis size or anything but from what she could see he was fairly well endowed, at least from her perspective. Not too long but thicker than what she’d seen in pictures. His cock didn’t look as clinical as those pictures she had seen. She marvelled at how it stood out, tall in all its glory against his pubic hair. She gasped as he reached his hand down and started to rub his thumb over the slit spreading the pre-cum around. She tried to swallow the lump that had grown in her throat as she saw him wrap his hand around it in a fist and start pumping up and down. He was going at an alarming speed and she couldn’t help but wonder how that could be pleasurable, but from the noises he was making it was obviously giving him great relief.
“Sir, let me help you?” Hermione didn’t know where the words had come from before they had left her lips. Her mouth had been forming the words before her mind had even considered the consequence of them. Yet now they were out she held her breath as they lingered between them.
“What?” Snape asked. His hand stilled, he had been so overcome by pleasure and relief that he’d failed to even notice that she’d never left the room.
“Professor, you’re in a state.” She reasoned. She wasn’t sure why she was pushing the matter. She must be going crazy; it was never like her to just let such candid things come out of her mouth. It was like she’d been mesmerized as she watched him touch himself. She reminded herself as well that he had had a cruel trick played on him. If ever he deserved help it was now.
“Why don’t you let me help you? You’ll hurt yourself.” Her voice sounded more confident now.
“Worried I’ll rip my cock off are you Miss Granger.” He sneered. “Do you have any idea how inappropriate this is? I told you to leave.”
He resumed his previous activity and began squeezing and pumping his cock again.
“I know Sir. But I’m the one suggesting it. It wouldn’t be like you forced me and really I’d just be helping you out.” She winced as she watched him tugging at his cock.
His hand moved slower as he considered this.
“Having sex with a student is highly inappropriate conduct of a teacher.” He breathed. Was he really taking her request seriously? He started to question his own sanity. Surely it was the potion forcing him to feel that this was something he could do. It had also been such a long time since he’d been physically close to another person that he was finding it hard to resist; here was an opportunity to find relief from somewhere other than his own hand offering itself up on a plate
“I know that Professor. I didn’t mean sex.” She blushed. “I could just, you know, do what you’re doing. Use my hand?”
“Still inappropriate.” He murmured.
She took another step closer.
“Not if it’s just between us. No one else needs to find out.” She whispered as she walked the last few steps to stand beside him. She hesitated before placing her hand over his and moving it away from his cock.
“Miss Granger.” He warned as she moved him to lean against the wall.
“Just tell me to stop any time.” She said in a voice that still held some of her earlier confidence but concealed just how nervous she really was.
He knew he should absolutely be telling her to stop straight away. Yet as he felt her finger tips stroke up and down his cock, he just couldn’t find it in himself to do so.
His cock felt smooth against her fingers as she stroked them from the head down to the base and back up again. He gasped and that spurred her on to do more. Hesitantly she wrapped her thumb and index finger around him and started to move them up and down before slowly wrapping all her fingers around him and gently squeezing, experimenting. She continued pumping him in her fist gradually getting faster as he moaned and muttered under his breath.
Her hand was inexperienced yet it had been so long since Snape had felt anyone else’s flesh touch him there that the feeling was over whelming him. He was barely aware of the unintelligible sounds that were coming out of his mouth.
Hermione looked up to see his head thrown back against the wall, his mouth open on a gasp and his eyes tight shut. His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he were trying to hold back.
“There’s no need to hold back Professor.” She said increasing the pressure and speed of her hand. “I won’t think any less of you.”
If only she knew the truth, he thought, that in the most depraved part of his mind he didn’t want this to be over. That the thought of her hand leaving his cock was an unhappy one. He really couldn’t hold back any longer though, he had been desperate to cum ever since he’d swallowed that damn potion. He looked down to see her slender fingers wrapped around him, seeing the head appear and disappear between her fist. The sight of her hand on him sent him over the edge and he came groaning and gasping.
Hermione looked down and watched his cum spurting out over her hand. He was taking short breaths. She didn’t know how much longer she should continue gently squeezing him so didn’t mind at all when Snape wrapped his hand around her wrist to stop her.
“Thank you Miss Granger.” He said once he’d composed himself and cast a cleansing spell over her hand and himself. He pulled his underwear and trousers back up. He hadn’t looked at her yet, he couldn’t bring himself too, yet it had felt right that he should thank her.
When he finally looked up to face her he was met with a most delicious sight. Hermione’s cheeks were tinged slightly pink and this time he was sure it wasn’t because she was embarrassed for when he looked further down he could see her nipples pointing erect through her white shirt.
“Your nipples are hard.” He stated. “It seems I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed that.”
She blushed scarlet red, this time most definitely from embarrassment. He was sure once the potion had worn off he would regret all that he was saying now but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
“Touch them.”
Her breath caught in her throat. This had been about helping him and now she was the one placed under the focus. She couldn’t deny that touching him had turned her on though, she was only glad he couldn’t see how damp her knickers were.
Snape watched as she nervously raised a hand to each breast and gently kneaded them. She sighed at the feeling.
“Why not focus on stimulating your nipples.” He told her as he took her left hand and slid it inside her shirt to rest against her right breast that was still covered by her bra.
She could feel how her nipple stood erect even more now without the barrier of her shirt and only her bra in between.
“Circle the areola.” He instructed.
She did as she was told and took an intake of breath as she was met with a pleasant tickling feeling.
“Now do the same to your nipple.” He said as he watched her intently.
She complied again and this time gasped at the feeling. She was vaguely aware that Snape was watching her and yet it didn’t feel wrong to be doing this in front of him. He seemed to know exactly what she needed to do to feel good.
Snape pushed the feeling of wanting his own hand on her breast to the back of his mind. He was glad he could only see the outline of her hand touching her nipple because if he were to see her touching her naked breast he was sure it would be a temptation too far.
“Pinch your nipple.” His voice was deep with arousal as he said it.
“What?” Hermione gasped.
“Trust me. Start gently and then increase the pressure.”
She wasn’t sure how she felt about this, pinching seemed too harsh to feel good. But he had been right about everything else. So she took her nipple between her thumb and index finder and gently squeezed it. Her mouth fell open as she did it and had it not felt so good she was sure she would have cringed at the moan that left her mouth.
Pinching her nipple was sending delicious jolts down to her core. She swapped to give her left breast the same attention.
It was as she was pinching her left nipple that she looked down at Snape and drew in a breath. Her hand stilled.
“Sir, you’re hard again.”
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