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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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He was in a foul mood at best as he stalked up the corridor. His classes had been atrocious and there had not been enough sleep. She had kept him going to nearly dawn. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, their entanglements unending until the light of pre dawn was threatening them. But she’d arrived earlier than he’d anticipated. And they’d been it at for hours, unending, unyielding, unresting. They had been in the shower, and in his office, and on his bed, and on the floor by his fireplace, he bore rug burns on his arse from their rough play. She’d mounted him, fucking him until she was practically raw, dragging him out until he was spent.

            Severus was lost in his own thoughts as he moved and he almost didn’t see her standing there. The corridor was unoccupied except for her; as she leaned against the column of the alcove, her eyes fixed straight on him. It was nearly time for dinner, his last class of the day dismissed. He held his composure as he approached, pretending to ignore her. Unusual that she was there, yes, but there was no reason for him to respond to her presence. But as he passed his eyes grew wide and he was unable to mask his surprise.

            Hermione’s hand had been resting against her thigh as she stood but as he passed, she moved her hand, sliding it across the front of her skirt and down over thighs until she’d let her fingers disappear up beneath her skirt. Her face remained calm, no seductive looks or flirty smirks, she looked normal as if she spent every day standing in the corridor attempting to touch her sex in front of him.

            As soon as he’d schooled his features to hide his reaction Severus swooped over her, grabbing her wrist as he dragged her out of the alcove. Hermione did not protest as she was tugged into the corridor. He forced open the nearest door; an abandoned classroom coated with dust and cobwebs, and shoved her inside. His eyes were murderous as they glared at her. “Have you lost your mind?” he hissed.

            Hermione said nothing. Her fingers trembled as they reached out and touched his hand. He swatted her hand away. “I will not have you being foolish. This game is over.” He sneered. It made his stomach turn, but it was for the best. He should have ended his entanglement with the girl long before it had ever started.

            She was quick, her lips on his. And she caught his lips slightly parted, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Severus was stunned momentarily, feeling her soft, hot lips against his own, and then her slick velvety tongue; that same tongue that had learned his most intimate body parts, now roving inside his mouth, kissing him with a feral need; for a moment he lost his senses. But it only took a moment for him to grip both hands on her shoulders and push her back.

            “Hermione stop this madness.” He hissed. Though he could feel his body’s response as a betrayal.

            A slight smile crossed her lips and he dropped his arms from her shoulders in exasperation. “Have you gone mad?” He growled.

            “You used my name,” she said and lowered her eyes.

            Severus parted his lips to reprimand her but his words died on his lips. She was right. He’d been caught up in the moment and he’d allowed himself to slip. Never use the girl’s name that had been a rule he’d created inside his head. Using her given name somehow made things worse, it made him attached, it made her have meaning. And she should not have meaning. She was just a sexual entanglement. He took a shaky step back, then another and another until his back was pressed against the door. Eyelashes brushed against his cheek as he closed his eyes. “This ends now.” He said.

            Tiny hands were on his hips, tracing along the waistline of his trousers and then fingers were fumbling against the zip and the sound of his zipper being dragged down filled the room, followed by the rustling of fabric as she tugged his trousers down. They fell to his knees and her hands were once more on his hips, tugging his boxer shorts down. Severus’ erection jutted straight up, rock hard and waiting, a tiny drop of clear pre-cum seeping from his tip.

            Hermione was kneeling before him, holding her breath, watching, waiting. He did not open his eyes. His chest was rising and falling quicker than before and it pleased her to see the effect she had on him. His voice was a whisper almost inaudible. “Stop.” His hand fell against her head, fingers threading idly through her hair.

            She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his weeping tip, slipping her tongue out of her mouth and circling it around him. Severus groaned, his erection straining forward, longing for further contact. Hermione pulled his length into her mouth in a quick but fluid motion, swirling her tongue around his length. Slowly she pulled her lips up his length and then sucked him further into the hot cavern of her mouth.

            His body was slack, leaning against the door, his heart racing, his body betraying everything that made sense. Her mouth was so hot and tight second only to her cunt which he had felt more times than he could count. Her head bobbed twisting and swiveling and he growled in his throat. It felt too right to be as wrong as he knew it was but at the moment he could hardly think on it. She was flickering her tongue like a snake across the head of his shaft and he growled once more.

            Severus shuddered, feeling her tiny hands cupping at his balls, giving them a slow but firm squeeze and it was enough to bring about his undoing. He shuddered, knees buckling a bit as he came in her mouth. She held her head steady as he filled her mouth with hot cum, and she waited until he stilled before she swallowed. Hermione stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve, eyeing him carefully.

            He slumped over only slightly, but it was enough to move his figure from against the door. Without a word she slipped between him and the door, pulled it open and slipped out into the corridor.

            Hermione pinned her hair up on her head with a simple clip. She stood in her room gazing at her reflection. The reflection rolled its eyes and walked out of the mirror.

            “So you’re seeing him again tonight?” Ginny asked, kicking her feet back and forth. The redhead was laying on her stomach on Hermione’s bed, propped up on her elbows gazing at her friend. “Why on earth won’t you bring him back here?” she teased.

            “Because… then you wouldn’t be able to bring Harry up here…” she teased.

            “Thank you for that…” Ginny flushed a bit. It was no secret that she and Harry were an intense couple and they had grown tired of trying to find new secretive locations to consummate their feelings for one another. So even if Hermione wouldn’t tell her who the mystery boy was, she was grateful because it freed up the solo bedroom that she occupied as the makeshift Head Girl. A big bed and private bathroom where she could bring Harry and fuck him to her heart’s content she supposed she shouldn’t question Hermione too much.

            “Of course, Gin.” She smiled at her friend and then took the clip back out of her hair. “And you can stay late tonight…like morning late.” She smirked.

            Ginny’s eyes grew wide. “You’re sleeping over? I thought that was against the rules!” she squeaked.

            Hermione had told Ginny everything. The rules, the way he’d caught her, perhaps omitting that he’d been having her serve detention, but that he’d seen her and then their sexual entanglement had begun. She had explained the rules, their encounters, everything; everything except that the man she was seeing was in fact their potions master, Severus Snape.

            “It is,” Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “But we broke one of the rules this afternoon,” a smile grew wide across her lips. “Have fun, I’m off.” She said and before Ginny could respond Hermione had disappeared out of her dorm room.

            His classroom was empty and his office door was closed. But Hermione found no trouble in letting herself into the office only to find it vacant as well. She frowned, but quickly moved through the false bookshelf that led into his personal chambers. They were mostly darkened, embers glowing in the fireplace though she could see the dim yellow light coming from his bedroom. She entered and saw him sitting on the bed.

            “This is over, Miss Granger.” He said. His voice was broken, hardly as harsh as he meant to sound. “You broke the rules. This is over.” He would not raise his eyes to meet her.

            She stood before him, having shut his bedroom door as she entered. Hermione reached her hand up to touch his face but he pulled back slowly. She moved to sit beside him but he stood up. Her voice was hesitant as she spoke. “Sir…”

            “No,” he said. “No sirs, or pleading, I’ve let this go on far longer than I ever should have. I never should have started it in the first place.” He said. His voice was broken. He was broken. She had broken him. Severus Snape a man to be feared and respected, a man no one tangled with, a man whose rules were never broken had been crushed beneath her feminine ways and curiosity. He clung to the last shreds of his resolve as she stepped toward him. “No, Miss Granger.”

            Her head fell gently against his chest. He did not move back nor did he move to embrace her. She could hear the slow and steady rhythm of his heart beating, drumming softly in his chest; so very different from the nights when she had collapsed beside him after sex, leaning her ear against his flesh to hear his heart pounding, racing with excitement. Eyes fell closed and she trembled for a moment, waiting.

            His arm wrapped gently around her shoulder for a moment but then he pushed her away, stepping back, finding his leg brushing against the night stand. His black eyes met hers and for a moment there were words unspoken that fell between them. But it was in that moment that everything changed. His shoulders sagged, the lines on his face more prominent in the pale light of the room. His black hair fell forward as if trying to hide his face and for once when she looked at him she saw a tired old man, defeated and small; not the passionate and engaging lover she’d grown to know in the past handful of months. He had stamina. Not that she’d had previous experience to compare, but she heard tales from Ginny and of course had read about it. He could easily go five or six times in a night and think nothing of it. But the man that stood before her was not that man.

            Thoughts whizzed through her brain. Perhaps she had pushed it too far. Where the bold and outgoing behavior had come from she wasn’t sure; perhaps her desire to see how far she could push it and she began to second guess her actions and intentions. And she dreaded the thought of returning to her dormitory to kick Harry and Ginny out after promising her friend they could sleep over together. Perhaps he was bluffing though it seemed unlikely, she had seen him like this before, when he’d given in to her the first night they’d crossed that line.

            “Show yourself out,” he muttered and then left his bedroom. He entered the bathroom and found himself once more braced on the edge of the porcelain sink, refusing to meet his reflection’s gaze. He was losing it, and if truth be told he had lost it weeks ago. It was getting harder and harder almost impossible to kick the girl out of his bed when they’d finished; he was grateful for nights when they ended up in any other place during their sexcapades. Her kisses tasted sweeter every time he had them, his need for her grew stronger every time he watched her leave, retreating to beat the dawn back to Gryffindor tower. He had lost it.

            The moaning was soft at first, he hadn’t heard. But after a few moments it grew louder and was impossible to ignore. Severus stalked back to his bedroom flung the door open and stood staring in the doorway. She was strewn naked across his bed, legs spread wide, one hand buried between her thighs, the other pinching and twisting her nipple. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling, her breaths coming in short ragged gasps between the moans.

            His body betrayed him but he would have been lying had he said he didn’t want to respond. She felt the depression of the mattress as his weight leveled onto the bed. But she cried out in protest when he wrapped his arm around her wrist and pulled her hand from between her thighs. She tugged against him but he held her firmly in his grip, preventing her from moving her hand to continue pleasuring her sex. Hermione glared at him, face slightly flushed, eyes glittering with fire. He held her gaze, his own black eyes just as stormy though a bit harder to read.

            Her head darted forward, quick and snakelike, trying to capture his lips in a kiss, but he pulled back, leaving her struggling toward him. Again he gazed at her, his eyes stormy. The minx would be his undoing. Hermione slowly lowered her head, a wave of failure sweeping over her. She’d pushed him too far and she’d screwed up royally. Caught off guard she squeaked when his lips crushed against hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and she whimpered, moaning into the kiss.

            He loosened his grip on her wrist and in moment a frenzy of limbs and discarded garments filled the room. She gripped him, her fingers rough, nails digging into his flesh. The pressure he used to hold her in place was sure to bruise as he climbed atop her, forcing her thighs wider apart with his knee. She wriggled and struggled beneath him, trying to force him back so she could straddle him, but he sheathed himself within her causing them both to cry out. They tumbled around on the mattress, heated kisses, biting and clawing at one another, struggling for dominance.

            Severus pinned her down on her stomach and thrust into her at an awkward but pleasurable angle. She bucked her hips back, trying to pull up onto her knees. Her legs flicked back and pushed him over, she straddled him, bouncing up and down with rapid motions. His hands grabbed her hips; digging so hard into her flesh that he was certain when he pulled his fingers away her skin would be purple. He pushed her off him but she rolled to the side and they fucked, legs flung up over each other, lips bruising and crushing against each other. He grunted and growled, she moaned and cried out. He came, keeping her pinned on her side, feeling her spasming walls milking him tight. She came, wrapping her leg as tightly as she could trying to draw him in deeper and hold him there.

            They were both panting and covered with sweat; lips still roaming over the other’s mouth. Her heart was hammering inside her chest, and she could feel his beating, their flesh pressed tightly together. She tried to catch her breath but it felt right to let her eyes fall closed for a moment, the last thing Hermione felt was his lips trailing down her jaw, slipping over her neck.

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