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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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“Why are all the mirrors covered?” The woman asked, gazing curiously around the hotel room.

Snape had entered his house, slamming the door behind him. His mind and body raging with emotions. Grabbing up the now empty crystal decanter, he flung it violently across the room, shattering it against the fireplace. Stomping into kitchen, he ripped open cabinet after cabinet, searching until he finally found it, stashed way in the back behind some old tins of soup. A calming sense of relief rushed through him as his fist closed around the familiar glass bottle. Drinking deeply, he let the warmth wash over him. All to soon the bottle was empty. The worst of his rage had dissipated, only to be replaced by a empty hollow longing that ached painfully inside him. Chucking the bottle into the bin, he moved to shrug off his robes. His hand closed on a vial deep inside his pocket. Staring at it, all rational thought vanished from his mind. 'For just a moment.' He thought desperately. 'Maybe I can be free, I can really know what it feels like......' Digging frantically through his pockets, his hand closed on the vial containing the hairs. He dropped his robes to the floor and rushed up the stairs.

“I'm in mourning.” He said, inventing quickly, remembering some old text he had read on Muggle religious practices. He hoped she would just accept that and not question him further.

“Oh I'm sorry.” She frowned. “Who died?”

“My grandmother.” He said pulling bottles from the rucksack and setting them on the scarred hotel table.

“Were you close?”

“Very. Can you dim the lights and light those candles by the bed?” He asked, quickly adding the hairs and tipping the vial into a glass. He opened a bottle of Irish Cream and poured it on top, blending the two liquids. He smiled when the room begin to glow with soft light and two arms snaked around his middle, squeezing him from behind.

“Maybe I can make you forget about your loss for a little while.” She whispered against his back.

“That is exactly what I am hoping for.” He moaned, spinning around in her arms. “Would you care for a drink?”

Snape's long legs carried him down the familiar back streets of London to the red light district. Scantily dressed prostitutes whistled and called after him as he passed by.

“This tastes funny.” She said, crinkling her nose and staring into the glass. “Almost like grass, or how old books smell.”

“Really? Mine's fine. Here, try this one.” He handed her his glass.

“Severus.” Andrea smiled as he walked up. “Looking for a little company this evening?” She slipped her arm around his waist and hugged him to her. Snape had been visiting Andrea on a semi regular basis for the past three years.

“I am. But I'm looking for something a little different this time.”

“Ahhh you're bored with me already?” She pouted. “That's okay, Love, I know how you men like variety. What are looking for?”

“About 5'2, short hair.”

She frowned, deep in thought. Digging her mobile out of her pocket a broad smile broke across her face. “I know just the girl. You'll love her.”

“Are you alright?” Severus asked as the woman, Tatum was her name, pressed a hand to her forehead.

“I don't know. I'm feeling a bit woozy all of a sudden.”

“Well come here. Sit on the bed.” He said, taking her hand gently and pulling her down next to him. His black eyes crawled over her face eagerly as her features shifted, blue eyes morphing to amber brown, blonde hair darkening to brown. “Feeling better?” He asked the face of Hermione Granger.

“Yes, It's gone now.” The woman said, frowning at the change in her voice quality. “Oh, I think I'm a bit hoarse. I hope I'm not getting sick.”

“I'm sure it's fine.” He said, running his fingers through her short hair.

She pulled back when he leaned in to kiss her. “Didn't Andrea tell you? I don't kiss on dates.”

“Hmmm.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved a fold of bills. Her eyes widened as she scanned the amount he held in his hand. “Would you consider making an exception? Just this once?”

“Well Andrea did say you're a really good customer and you always make it worth her while.” She said, taking the money from his hand. “Okay. I'll make an exception just this once.”

“Good.” He said, brushing his lips against her cheek. “Now no more talking.” He growled, rubbing his tongue around the shell of her ear.

“Oh and I showered right before I came here, just like Andrea said you wanted.”

“Mmmm Hmmmm” He nodded, running his lips along her neck. His trained olfactory senses has already detected the fresh smell of soap and shampoo. “Shhhhh.” He pressed his lips tenderly to hers and whispered. “No talking.” She moaned as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth to dance gracefully with hers.

Severus buried his fingers in the short brown hair and clutched her tightly to him. Her hair was soft against his palms as he pulled back to let his tongue trace the shape of her lips. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he sat back and reached for her shirt.

“Let me.” He said, when her hands reached up to help. One by one he pushed each button through it's hole, his eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of her skin as it was revealed. Pushing her shirt off her shoulders, he leaned forward and kissed her fiercely. Groaning low in his throat he slowly removed the rest of her clothing.

“Lie back.” He whispered, standing up and quickly stripping off his own clothing. He watched, his eyes burning as she crawled up the bed and rested her head on the pillows. Kneeling beside her, his eyes roamed up and down her body, drinking in every curve and detail of her body. As he leaned over to run his large hands across her flesh, a small portion of his mind cried out, begging him to stop, stop before it's too late. Ignoring that voice, he placed his hand on her chest and slowly ran it down her body, between her breasts to the curve of her stomach. His cock throbbed pleasantly at the feel of her soft skin. “Amazing.” He whispered, placing tender kisses on either side of her belly button. The woman on the bed whimpered as his fingers tips traced the outline of a heart shaped beauty mark just beneath her left breast before crawling up over the swell to pluck and tease her nipples into hardened points. “So perfect.” He whispered, his lips tickling her skin as he slowly worked his way up, replacing his fingers with his mouth. She moaned and arched her back as laved his tongue over the now tender nipple.

Moving up her body, he captured her lips again and kissed her passionately, she moaned as his fingers played across her thighs, slowly parting her now wet folds.

“Oh God.” She whimpered softly as his finger worked expertly across her clit.

“Shhhh.” He hissed against her lips, his tongue moving in time with his fingers as the pressed his fingers inside of her, thrusting and rubbing. Pulling away, he watched the play of emotions across the familiar face as his fingers caressed the velvety folds. His cock throbbed painfully as her wet center clutched tightly at his probing fingers.

“Ahhhhh.” She gasped breathlessly as she climaxed, her back arching beautifully. He licked his lips eagerly, memorizing the look of ecstasy on her face as he slowly coaxed wave after wave of pleasure from her body. She fell back onto the bed panting and sighing. With his eyes still trained on her, he reached over to the nightstand and retrieved one of foil packets he'd placed there earlier. He groaned deep in his throat and had to struggle not to come, when she took the package from his hand and gently eased the condom onto his aching erection.

Positioning himself between her legs, he paused to savor the moment. The voice inside him screamed out again, louder and more urgent this time. 'Stop this before it's too late. This is wrong and you know it's wrong. Stop before you violate her body any further.' “No.” He growled, pressing forward with his hips and thrusting himself into her welcoming heat. 'This is my only chance to have this, my only chance to feel this, I can't stop now.' His mind rationalized.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned as her body seemed to mold around him. Burying his face against the side of her neck, he basked in the feeling of being inside this most amazing body. Moving slowly, he thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out, each thrust squeezing his cock with sublime pressure. “Oh fuck, Hermione, you feel so good.” He hissed. If the woman beneath him, minded or even noticed him calling her by the wrong name, she didn't show it, she simply wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her blunt nails scraping along his spine. Pushing himself up on his arms, he stared down at her face as he moved his hips. Her lips were parted and she was panting and moaning with each powerful thrust of his hips. His balls ached and throbbed with his rapidly approaching need to come. Pulling from her center, he tapped her hip. “Get on your hands and knees.” He grunted.

Pausing to run his hands across the soft expanse of her back he grasped his cock and thrust back into her heat. “Oh fuck.” He moaned as he gripped her hips and thrust rapidly. Running his hand down her spine, he buried his fingers into her short hair and tugged gently. “Say my name. Say my name.” He hissed.

“Oh Severus.” She moaned as he moved inside her. “Yes, Severus.”

Gripping her hips again and he moved, knowing that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. As the ball of tension grew inside him, he began to vocalize in his pleasure. “Oh fuck Hermione. Hermione. You feel so good. So fucking good. I love you. I love you.” He groaned as she tightened around his cock, crying out his name, trembling as she came. He joined her in release, his cock jerking as he emptied inside. “Hermione.” He roared loudly.

He collapsed heavily onto the bed and drew her up into a tight embrace, kisses raining across her cheeks and lips. “I love you.” He murmured, kissing her feverishly. Still breathing heavily, he lay back against the pillows and grabbed one of her small hands, pressing it to his chest. “Will you touch me?” He whispered. “I need to feel you touching me.”

Nodding her head, she climbed to her knees. “Roll over, on your stomach.” She whispered.

He sighed as he felt her straddle his waist, he could feel the heat and moisture from her center against the small of his back. A groan wrenched from his throat as he felt feather light kisses across his shoulders and down his spine. Basking in the attention, his cock harden pleasantly as she ran her blunt fingernails across the large muscles of his back. Jolts of pleasure made him moan as she licked and nibbled her way down, moving to sit on his thighs, kissing and licking the swell of his arse cheeks. She nudged his hips and he rolled over onto his back, his cock jutting up eager and hard. He watched carefully as she kissed across his chest, flinching when she ran her tongue around his nipple, biting gently on the hardened nub. His breath caught in his throat and a drop of pre cum dribbled down the side of his cock when she ran her hand across the tops of his thighs and lightly cupped his balls.

“Oh yes, please Hermione.” He hissed, when he watched the familiar lips engulf his erection, licking and sucking. “Oh fuck that feels good.” He growled, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair. “Hermione.” He moaned, the thrill of watching her do his to him as pleasurable and erotic as the feel of her mouth. The familiar tingle and tightening of his balls warned him he was close. “Oh fuck.” He cried out as she moved her mouth up and down, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “Oh yes.” He moaned and she opened her eyes and looked up at him. A cold feeling filled his stomach as he met her gaze. Missing from the depth of the light brown eyes was the playful glint of intelligence that so thrilled him. The eyes were her's, but the soul was not and he squeezed his own eyes closed against the dull gaze looking back at him. Already too far gone, he gritted his teeth as he exploded, filling her mouth with his juices, but instead of pleasure, a sick feeling filled his body. He feel back onto the bed panting heavily. Glancing quickly at his watch, he saw that the hour was almost up and was relieved that within minutes she would return to her normal appearance.

“Fix me a drink, will you?” He growled, pulling himself into a sitting position and using the sheet to cover himself. “There's a bottle of whiskey over there.”

“Sure.” She said, sitting up on the bed and gazing blearily around the room. “Can I have one too?”

Taking another glance at the time, he nodded his head and gratefully took the glass from her, drinking deeply. She sat on the edge of the bed and sipped slowly from her glass. Her hand shook and she pressed her fingertips to her forehead as the polyjuice potion wore off and her features undulated.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

“No. I'm feeling a bit woozy again. I'm just going to go to the loo.”

“Hang on.” He said, capturing her hand and staring up into the clear blue eyes of Tatum. “Okay, go on.” He whispered.

He sipped his whiskey and listened her moving around in the bathroom. “You know.” She called out loudly. “It's none of my concern, but why are you having sex with me instead of this Hermione?” She returned to the room and bent down to gather up her clothing.

“It's complicated.” He sighed.

“Complicated? You split with her or something?”

“No.” He shook his head. “We were never together.”

“Oh.” She pulled her shirt on over head and stood up to fasten her skirt. “Well if you don't mind me saying, if you shagged her the way you just shagged me, I don't see how she could resist you. Just something to think about. Toodles.” She waved back at him as the door swung shut behind her.

“Something to think about.” He muttered, draining his glass in one big drink.
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