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A Gift Returned	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: "A Gift Returned" was originally meant to stand by itself as Chapter 1 is now presented. The reason: I love the character of Snape, and the ONLY thing he did (at least through the first 4 books) that I couldn’t forgive him for was that remark to Hermione about her teeth. However, I had a friend who wanted me to write a gothic and pornographic continuation, so here goes…
By the way: Don’t bother to flame me saying that they’re out of character or that the story isn’t original. This was basically conceived as PWP, and as the author of the "Sixty-Second H/S Fanfic" I am certainly aware of how I’ve fallen into the too common pattern for these stories.

Chapter 2 Unexpected Consequences
One of the things that Severus Snape hated most in the world was to be laughed at. Particularly when he had the uncomfortable feeling that he hadn’t understood the punch line. Although he had obviously grasped the insult inherent in her statement, the absolute air of vengeance with which she had spat out those last four words puzzled him. Still leaning over her, he found himself gazing blankly into Hermione’s face as his mind worked furiously on interpreting every possible meaning of her last comment. For her part, Hermione had erupted into a torrent of laughter that was rapidly threatening to turn into full-blown hysteria. The fact that he seemed utterly bewildered by both her remark and her behavior was adding immeasurably to her amusement.
Deciding that his attempt at physical intimidation was obviously having no effect, he straightened up to his full height and took two steps backward from the chair. In an attempt to regain his dignity, he wrapped his robes around himself in an almost protective manner and stood with arms crossed and eyes glaring as she struggled to stop laughing.
After a few more moments, he sighed and spoke with an air of absolute superiority: "Miss Granger, would you please try to control yourself?" Her only response was a muffled hiccup. Scowling in exasperation, he uncrossed his arms and placed them on his hips. Unfortunately, this only served to emphasize the odd angle at which his robes were bulging around his enlarged bottom, and set her off on a fresh wave of laughter.
He hurriedly removed his hands from his hips. "All right, this has gone on far too long", he hissed. He pulled his wand out of his cloak pocket and aimed it threateningly at Hermione’s head. "Believe me, Miss Granger, if you do not find some way to stop yourself from laughing, I will."
"All right, all right," she gasped, wiping her tearing eyes and taking in some deep breaths. "But, I have waited almost fifteen years for this, you know."
He reluctantly lowered his wand as an odd mixture of annoyance and perplexity furrowed his brow. ‘What on earth are you talking about?" he demanded.
She sighed and shook her head. "You really don’t know, do you?" she asked. She leaned back in her chair and regarded him thoughtfully. He was suddenly uncomfortably aware that the front of her robe had fallen open, and that underneath her quite sensible white chenille robe she was wearing a very thin, pale pink nightgown that clung intimately to her every curve. If Hermione had been examining him as a patient at that moment, she might have noted a sudden rise in blood pressure, a swift dilation of his pupils and the slightest flushing of his cheeks. After a moment, he abruptly snapped his gaze back to her face, and was relieved to see that she appeared to be gazing through rather than at him for the moment.
"My fourth year at Hogwarts" she began. "Just before our Potions class Harry and Malfoy got into a fight. But their spells bounced off each other and they ended up hitting Goyle and me. Remember?"
He scowled in irritation: "Miss Granger, you can hardly expect me to recall every foolish incident that has occurred in my classrooms over the years."
"Well, to refresh your memory, Goyle was hit with ‘Furnunculus" and I was hit with ‘Densaugeo’."
"Ah, yes." He eyes gleamed maliciously for a moment. "That was an interesting sight. You’re right, perhaps that was more memorable than most."
"And after Ron forced me to show you my front teeth-which were about ten inches long by then-you said…" She raised her eyebrows and pointed her finger at him.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I suppose I told you to report to Madame Pomfrey" he replied calmly.
"No!" Now Hermione was the one with the raised voice. "You said, and I quote: ‘I SEE NO DIFFERENCE’!"
For a moment the only sound in the room was Hermione’s angry, labored breathing. After a few seconds, however, the most amazing thing happened. Snape began to laugh.
In all the years she had known him, and as familiar as she was with his formidable, versatile voice, she had never heard anything like this. Neither had she ever before seen such a smile upon his face. For once it was not a smirk or sneer, but something approaching a genuine grin. It lasted only a moment, but she was struck by how youthful and, would she dare admit-handsome-it made him.
"Bravo, Miss Granger." He bowed at the waist. "I now fully appreciate the gesture and the quote. Shall we call ourselves even?" He extended his right hand towards her.
Somewhat baffled by his sudden change of mood, it took Hermione a moment before she realized that he was volunteering to shake hands with her.
Still somewhat dazed, she accepted the offer and clasped her hand with his.
After a moment, however, his fingers tightened painfully around hers. "Or, rather, let us agree that I will consider forgetting the matter if you will undo your spell immediately." She looked up at him. He had adopted his customary, dangerously silky tone and there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that quickly convinced her that it would be a very wise move to do as he asked.
"Of course, Professor. If you would be so good as to let go of my hand, I’ll see to it right now" she replied as casually as she could.
He released her hand and she brushed softly against his arm as she walked past him to retrieve her own wand from the top of her desk. She had made no attempt to close up the front of her robe, and he caught the vibrant scent of an orchid-based perfume as she swept by. He crossed his arms and cast a dubious glance at her as she paused to also retrieve a jar out of one of the drawers.
"You needn’t look quite so suspicious" she chided. "It was a fairly advanced charm, and it requires both an ointment and an incantation to reverse the effects. Although" she continued "it will eventually wear off of it’s own accord if you don’t mind waiting a week or so."
He glowered at her.
"I’ll take that as a no." She unscrewed the lid of the jar and set it down on the table next to her chair. Dipping the fingers of her left hand into the white, creamy liquid and holding her wand in her right she looked up at him again. "Well, Professor?"
"Well, Miss Granger?"
"I would suggest you turn around and pull your robes up again if you are really in such a hurry to be cured."
With as much disdain and dignity as he could muster, he turned stiffly around and submitted to her request. Hermione noted, however, that he also took great care to gather the large folds of the robe carefully around his waist so that certain areas of the front lower half of his body were completely covered.
"Proceed", he ordered.
The ointment was suprisingly warm and soothing as she spread it on the painfully enlarged skin. She was murmuring her incantation in a soft half-whisper and her touch was light and quick. The affected area was rapidly returning to normal.
After a few minutes he hissed, "Aren’t you done yet?"
"Patience, Professor, almost done," she murmured. "Hmm, it’s hot in here, isn’t it?" She stood up for a moment, and he heard a faint swishing sound and then felt the quiet vibration of something soft hitting the floor behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that her robe was now lying on the floor. "Just a little while longer." Her fingers resumed their ministrations.
The crackling of the fireplace in the corner and her quiet, indistinct murmurs were the only sounds heard for the next few minutes. "Well, I think that will do it," she said, putting her wand down. She bent over and picked up her discarded robe, using it to wipe off the excess ointment off of both her hands and his diminished backside. She tossed the gown on the floor, and turned back to see that his garments were now covering himself properly. He remained turned away from her. "You know, I really am starting to feel rather guilty about doing this to you," she admitted ruefully.
"Afraid I’ll report you to the British Society of Magical Wizardry, Miss Granger?" he sneered.
"Hmm, I rather doubt you’re in a hurry to tell either them or Headmistress McGonagall about this. Unless, of course, you want everybody in the school to hear about it. As I recall, you weren’t too pleased to hear about your appearance in Remus’ boggart demonstration."
He cleared his throat angrily, and remained facing away from her. He stiffened as he felt her place her right hand gently upon the small of his back, and he was once again aware of the scent of her unusual perfume.
"Are you sure there isn’t something I could do to make it up to you?" There was something definitely provocative to her tone.
"What did you have in mind, Miss Granger?" he inquired. He forced his own voice to be seemingly indifferent.
"Well, let’s see. Ah, would you like a massage?" She brushed her fingers lightly along his lower back. Even through the thick cloth, he could feel his skin tingle as if it were very eager to have her touch upon it.
He stared straight in front of him, and his fingers entwined themselves in the voluminous folds of his robe. "Do you think that would be adequate compensation?" he replied slowly and distinctly through his clenched teeth.
"Well," she murmured, dropping her hand until it rested gently upon her own knees. "I do think you deserve something a little nicer, but I’m not sure if…" her voice trailed off.
"Yes?"
She lifted the hem of his robe and he felt her fingers gently stroking his inner thighs as she raised her hand between his slightly spread legs. She heard him take a quick, gasping breath, and the muscles of his legs contracted rigidly, but he made no attempt to remove himself from her touch. As she continued the motion upward, he moved his legs farther apart, allowing her fingertips to tenderly caress the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Emboldened by his acquiescence, she moved her hand forward and circled her fingers around his hard, throbbing cock. Either he responded amazingly fast to her offer, or he had been working on that erection for a while, she thought.
"Miss Granger." There was a definite, warning edge to his voice now.
"Yes, Professor Snape?"
"I’ll warn you not to start anything that you are not prepared to finish."
In response, she began firmly stroking his long, thick member. "I never do", she replied.
She could have sworn that he was again laughing softly, but the next moment she was astonished to hear him bark: "Take your hands off of me. Now!"
Puzzled by his sudden hostility, her face flushed in embarrassment as she hurriedly removed her hand.
He turned around to face her, the smile on his face reminding Hermione of the time he had been able to deduct one hundred and fifty points from Gryffindor after a particularly disastrous Potions class. His black eyes scrutinized her with undisguised hunger now; she could almost feel the heat of his gaze as he examined her erect nipples standing firmly against the thin fabric of her gown.
"I prefer other forms of foreplay," he announced silkily. "Down on your knees, Miss Granger, and open your mouth."
In an instant, she had obeyed. His long, thin fingers were busy unbuttoning the front of his robe, and she reached up to help. He slapped her fingers away. "Just do as your told, silly girl!"
"Yes, sir," she replied meekly.
In a moment, his cock had sprung out from the folds of his robe. He grasped her head firmly and pulled her to him and Hermione had to steel herself not to gag as he thrust himself into her mouth and down her throat. She raised her own hands unto his hips to support herself and began moving her head back and forth, sucking madly. He kept his hands rigidly, almost painfully, clasped about her head and she was gratified to hear his soft, deep moans as she ran her lips firmly up and down his shaft.
"Enough!" he cried suddenly, abruptly pushing her away and releasing his hold on her. "Stand up!"
She had barely risen to her feet when his hands had closed around her gown and roughly flung it off of her, over her head. His hungry mouth was now on hers, his long tongue probing and exploring inside of her. His hands were greedily stroking her breasts, his fingers squeezing and caressing her nipples. In a moment, his head had moved downward, and she gasped with pleasure as he licked and sucked on her tits.
He knelt down, and for an instant she spread her legs in anticipation of feeling his fingers or lips touching her there, but instead he pulled her down beside him on the carpet and prodded her onto her back. His mouth closed over hers and he ran his hands up and down her body again, this time stopping to stroke between her legs. She moaned softly, and he moved his mouth to kiss her tenderly on the neck, at the same time he caressed her labia gently with his right hand. A moment later he had thrust both his index and middle fingers into her, while his thumb rubbed firmly against her clitoris. She twined her fingers into his long black hair and lifted her face to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth now. He sucked on it for a moment, than deliberately broke off the kiss and repositioned himself between her legs.
He slowly removed his fingers and she could feel the hard, wet tip of his prick against her thigh. She spread her legs wider and felt him move to place the tip of his cock against her warm, moist opening. She arched to receive him, but he made no attempt to penetrate her. He was merely teasing her by rubbing her gently with the hardened end.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "Please."
He laughed softly. "No, I think not." He moved slightly away from her, turning to support himself on his elbow and smiled rather unpleasantly as he looked down at her. "I believe I called you a little bitch this afternoon. And I think that’s how I want to fuck you. Turn over."
She hesitated. He moved his hand to caress her pussy again, rubbing firmly back and forth.
"Turn…over…please." She wasn’t quite sure if it was a request or a warning, but she suddenly found herself rolling over unto her left side and over unto her stomach.
"Really, Miss Granger, haven’t you ever done it this way before? Do it properly, on your hands and knees." He sounded as waspish as if he were reprimanding her for not adding the ingredients of a potion to the cauldron in the proper order.
She assumed the position he had demanded and he knelt behind her. He slowly stroked his long, beautiful hands down either side of her, and she shivered with delight at his light, deft touch. He leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Are you ready, Miss Granger?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered. He ran his hands down her breasts and belly and used his knees to spread her legs farther apart. She could feel his cock rubbing against her again, and then he circled his left arm around her waist and used his right hand to guide himself into her.
She fell down unto her forearms as he shifted his weight and forcefully penetrated deep inside her. She moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He immediately began propelling himself back and forth in short, deep, savage strokes and she quickly realized that in this position the pressure against her clitoris was almost unbearably unrelenting. Within a few minutes, she was bucking uncontrollably against him and clawing frantically at the carpet, unable to restrain a loud, guttural cry of ecstasy as her intense orgasm flooded through her.
She lay gasping and spent for a moment, gradually realizing that he was still as hard as a rock and deep inside her. Oh, god, it has been much too long since she had been fucked like that. "Correction," she thought, "I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that." Certainly not with Victor, or Ron, or…
"May I continue, Miss Granger?" Except for a distinct huskiness in his voice, she might have thought that she was again back in his classroom, being rebuked for having interrupted his lecture with some irrelevant question.
She couldn’t help the rasping laugh that escaped from her throat. "Will that be 50 points from Gryffindor for having the audacity to climax first?" she teased.
‘And a week of detention," he retorted and then begun once again to thrust into her.
She groaned, not really sure if she was ready to continue. But, this time his strokes were longer and gentler and he brought his hands up to tenderly caress her breasts as he thrust within her. After a few moments, she found herself responding, and concentrated on increasing his enjoyment by tightening around him as he pulled back. His large growl of pleasure left her no doubt that he was appreciative of her prowess. Within a few minutes, his breathing quickened, and he too was unable to refrain from crying out as his cock twitched and spat inside of her. They collapsed unto the carpet together, and she closed her eyes and listened as his breathing became deeper and regular
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