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Passing Notes in Snape's Class	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 39005 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Passing Notes in Snape's Class
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- 9-Nine
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Hermione pushed gently on his shoulders, urging him to kneel before her. He sighed as she washed his hair, gently massaging his scalp with her nails. He rested his forehead against her stomach and thrilled at the feeling. "Rinse." She whispered.
He slowly lowered himself under the water and shook his head to clear the shampoo from his hair. Rising up out of the water before her, he placed tiny kisses all the way up her body, from her stomach to her chest. His large hands softly caressing her breasts.
Gazing deeply into each other's eyes, they stood face to face in the water. She watched as he turned his wrist in the air. She smiled as he slowly began to rub soap on her body. Copying his action, she reached up and begin rub his shoulders with her own soapy hands. Eyes never leaving each other, their hands slowly washed, touched and explored. As he gently massaged her soapy breasts, she ran her hands down his sides, rubbing his hips and his large thighs. Leaning over he placed feather light kisses on her forehead and cheeks. When they had touched and washed every possible inch of each other's body, they slowly sank in the water to rinse. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and placed small kisses along his jaw line and down his neck.
Severus captured her lips with his and rubbed his tongue against hers in a slow and passionate kiss. Reaching down he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Hermione couldn't repress her moan as his strong hands rubbed and kneaded the cheeks of her arse. She could feel his excitement rubbing against her As they continued their slow arduous exploration, their lust began to reach a fevered pitch. Moving slowly through the water, Severus carried her back into the grotto. She gently unwrapped herself from him and allowed him to place her carefully on a rock ledge.
"Turn around." He mumbled against her lips, kissing her deeply, before pulling back and moving her body around to face the smooth rocks. Twisting his hand in the air, he slowly massaged oil into her shoulders. Moving his hands down her back, he gently pushed her until she was bending over the rocks. She moaned softly as he rubbed circles on the cheeks of her ass.
"Relax Hermione." He breathed huskily into her ear as he moved one long finger to play slowly around the opening of her anus. Still breathing in her ear, he whispered, "I'd never do anything to hurt you. Trust me."
She started and tried to stand up as his long finger slowly entered her anus.
"Shhhhh Hermione." His lips ticked her ear. "Relax and trust me." He placed his other hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushed her until she was leaning over the rocks again. "Trust me" He whispered again as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her anus.
Hermione groaned at the strange feeling of his finger there, she moaned softly as he began to pump her with his finger. It felt strange and full. As he continued to move she began to pant slightly. "See it feels good, doesn't it."
"I, I think so." She murmured. "It feels strange."
"Mmmmmm" He moaned against her ear, never ceasing his pumping. "Just relax." Grasping his cock, he began to slowly rub the head against her sopping wet folds. Pushing gently he entered her, pushing himself until he was fully seated inside her.
"Oh Gods." She moaned, collapsing weakly against the smooth rocks.
"That's it. Just relax." He said, standing up and beginning to slowly drag his cock in and out of her pussy, moving his finger in and out of her at the same speed as his thrusts. She was so tight against his cock it was almost painful. "Oh Hermione." He moaned his voice sounding awed.
Hermione rested her cheek against the smooth rock. She began to pant slightly as the strange feeling slowly evolved into a feeling of exquisite pressure and pleasure. "Oh Gods Severus." she panted.
"That's it Hermione." He said, increasing his speed slightly. "Come hard for me."
"Faster." She panted. "Move faster, harder."
As he thrust into her harder, she could feel fingers of an orgasm building up with each thrust. Clinching her hands into tight fists she grunted softly as each thrust created a new wave of ecstasy, building and building until her nerve endings exploded with pleasure as she came.
Severus growled as her muscles clamped down on both his finger and his cock. He continued to thrust into her as his orgasm coursed through his body, his cock pulsating as it shot come deep inside of her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He yelled loudly as he came.
Panting heavily, he slowly removed his finger from her anus and gently rubbed her lower back. He moaned again softly as he pulled his cock from her and sank down into a sitting position on the rocks. "My Gods Hermione." He muttered as he pulled her down and gently cuddled her on his lap.
Sitting in the warm water, they kissed and cuddled, peacefully enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. They were still kissing softly when a voice outside of the grotto broke the silence.
"Severus, Old Boy. Are you about done back here?"
Hermione jumped and tighten her hold around his neck. She hid her face against him as Headmaster Dumbledore peeked around a rock and peered at them. "Ah. And Ms. Granger." He said happily. "I really don't want to disturb you, but I'm meeting Poppy and Minnie here in a few minutes and I was wondering how much longer you would be?"
"I believe we are done, Headmaster. Just give us a moment."
"Oh of course." Dumbledore chuckled, turning to wander back into the bathroom.
"Old pervert." Snape mumbled as he reached up to pry Hermione's arms from around his neck.
"I could die from embarrassment." She groaned, squeezing his neck tighter.
"Well I'm going to die from strangulation if you don't ease your grip." Severus whispered, again trying to pull her arms away from his neck.
Hermione removed her arms and quickly buried her hands in her face. "Professor Dumbedore's seen me naked." She moaned.
"Let me get your robe for you." Severus laughed as he stood up and walked out into the bathroom. Hermione could hear them speaking from beyond the stone wall.
"Is Ms. Granger quite all right?"
"She's just a little embarrassed." Snape answered, pulling on his pajama pants and grabbing the black robe.
Hermione grabbed the robe gratefully and quickly pulled it on. With her head still down, she allowed Severus to lead her to the ornate bathroom door.
"No need to feel embarrassed, Ms Granger." Dumbledore said happily. "I'm so glad to see you two have finally discovered each other. Have a lovely rest of the day."
"We will." Severus answered. "You have a lovely afternoon as well." He quickly pulled Hermione into the hall and closed the door.
Severus ushered a very quiet Hermione back to his quarters. Once there, she flopped down on the couch and once again covered her face with her hands. "Dumbledore saw me naked ." She muttered.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better. He really only saw your back, the rest of you was pressed against me." Snape said reasonably.
Raising her eyes, she glared at him over her hands. "You're amused by this? Aren't you?" She demanded.
"Maybe just a little." He laughed, sitting down next to her on the couch and wrapping her up in his long arms. "Look on the bright side. At least he did not ask us to join them." He laughed even harder at the look of horror and shock that came over her face.
"Oh Gods." She moaned, shaking her head. "Professor McGonagall in a threesome." Hermione shuddered slightly.
Snape laughed at the look on Hermione's face. "The three of them are quite notorious amongst the staff."
"You've never joined them, have you?" She asked, her voice fearful.
"The three of them?" He shook his head. "No."
That's good..." she hesitated, staring at him. "Hang on a minute. You qualified your answer." Staring at him pointedly she asked slowly. "Severus. Who else have you been in the grotto with?"
"Besides you?"
"Oh course, besides me." She shouted, her voice annoyed. "Just answer the question."
"Calm down." He said chuckling. "Not as many as you are imagining. Only two others."
"Who?"
"Poppy Pomfrey and an American Potion's apprentice."
Hermione's mouth had dropped open. "You and Madam Pomfrey?"
He nodded.
"You and Madam Pomfrey had..." her voice trailed off.
"Sex?" He stage whispered. "Yes. And quite frequently if memory serves. You looked so surprised." He said teasingly. "It was my first year teaching and I was a randy young lad of 22."
"How old was Madam Pomfrey?" she asked, interrupting his reverie.
Trying to remember, he spoke slowly. "She was 32, I believe."
He stared at her as she burst into fit of laughter.
"And what exactly is so funny?"
"You were Madam Pomfrey's Boy Toy!" She cried, roaring with laughter.
"Huh." He grunted thoughtfully. "I suppose I was. Though I remain eternally grateful to her, even to this day."
"Why's that?"
"Well if I possess any degree of sexual prowess, it was learned at her very capable hands." He smiled.
'Hmm" Hermioine muttered. "Perhaps I should send her a nice fruit basket then. So she was your first?"
"No. That honor would go to a muggle shop girl I met when I was 18, right after I had completed my NEWTS. Her name was Mary." He said softly.
"Did you see her for very long?"
'No." He chuckled ruefully "We were quite doomed from the start actually."
"Why?"
"Well." He sighed deeply. "I had just joined the Death Eaters and I was a bit of an insufferable, pompous arse."
"You?" Hermione gasped in mock horror. "An insufferable arse? I can't possibly imagine."
"Mind your tongue women." He said darkly.
"So why didn't you and Madame Pomfrey stay together?"
"Oh I don't know." He sighed heavily. "I don't think we ever actually fell in love with one another. In the beginning we were wildly attracted to each other, but over time that kind of physical attractions just fizzles out." Gazing down at Hermione, he smiled sadly. "I still considered Poppy one of my dearest friends and I love her deeply." He paused thinking, "There were things in my life, as a Death Eater and a Spy that she simply couldn't tolerate, nor should she have."
Hermione watched as a dark shadow crossed over his face. She reached out and grasped his hand, her small thumb rubbing against his gently.
"What about the Potions Apprentice?" She asked, squeezing his hand. "What was her name?"
"Why this sudden interest in my sexual past?" He asked, looking down at her.
"I don't know." She shrugged. "Maybe it's because I don't have one. It's interesting. I want to know all about your life."
"Her name was Eliza. She was American. She found me…." he hesitated, thinking. "Dashing, dangerous and mysterious.
"I know that feeling." Hermione mumbled. "How old were you then?"
"30, maybe"?
"And her?"
"27, I think."
"So what happened?" Hermione urged.
"Well, we had a fierce, intense and passionate affair for about three months and then she returned to America." He shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"You didn't keep in contact?"
He shook his head. "We never planned to, she had a fiancé there, whom I assume she married.
"And after her?"
"After her, there was no one of any significance until you." He turned and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"No one?" She pressed.
"I hate to disappoint." He said softly. "But my most recent sexual pursuits in the grotto have all been of a solitary nature."
He turned his head and kissed her deeply. "Now, if you are done wandering through my sexual past, I thought you might like the opportunity to delve into my book collection."
Hermione squealed loudly, jumping off the couch she ran towards the book shelves.
They spent the rest of the afternoon quietly engaged in their mutual favorite activity, reading. Hermione lay on the couch, her feet resting in his lap, completely absorbed in an extremely rare book about the History of Potions Making.
"Was that your stomach or mine?" Severus laughed, when a loud grumble broke the silence.
"I'm not sure." She giggled. "But I am famished."
"Well it's no wonder." He said, glancing at the clock. "It's almost 6:00. What would you say to dinner in Hogsmeade?"
Dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts, they left the castle and made their way towards Hogsmeade and The Three Broomsticks.
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