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Dream Come True	By : firemaiden04 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was an unusually sunny, warm Monday afternoon outside the Hogwarts castle. The sky was blue and there was not a cloud to be seen. A sweet, warm breeze blew lazily around the grounds, and every student was looking for any excuse to be outside.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn�t need an excuse--nor did many more of the seventh year students, as the Care of Magical Creatures class was being held outside Hagrid�s cabin. Most of the class consisted of Gryffindors, who had only signed up for the NEWT class for love (and, somewhat, pity) of Hagrid. And this particular class was proving to be unusually interesting. News had leaked that this year�s NEWT exams would have an essay about the care and growth of unicorns, so Hagrid had found another mother and daughter unicorn for the class to study. They were kept in separate paddocks, one accessible to only the girls, and the other one accessible to everyone. Hagrid was pretending to oversee the class, but was really next to the golden foal, talking with Harry and Ron about the last Quidditch match.
Hermione, however, was leaning on the outside of the wooden fence around the paddocks, her back to the woods, dreamily staring off towards the castle, quite unnoticed by the rest of the class. She was replaying the night on Saturday, when her dreams had--quite literally--come true, and she had been very well fucked on Snape�s desk. She envisioned every luscious moment of it, every thrust and moan and throb--the memory alone was so intense that she had to shift, because she could feel herself so wet that her underwear was soaked.
The dreams hadn�t stopped, either. She�d had one on Saturday night, as soon as she�d gone to bed, and another last night. They were steamier than ever--perhaps because it was no longer just a fantasy. She bit her lip, her insides feeling tightly wound, none more so than her core, which was almost aching with want. Her nipples were tight, and she hoped no one would notice them poking out against her shirt. She needn�t have worried, though; she was quite far from the rest of the class, and the shade of the trees behind her gave her enough shelter to relieve her doubt.
�Hermione!�
Hermione jumped and turned to see Hagrid striding towards her.
�Hermione, what�re yeh doin�?� Behind his beard, Hagrid�s face was very worried.
�I�m�um�I�� Hermione stammered, caught off guard and uncertain of what to say. Behind Hagrid, she saw Harry and Ron, both standing in the paddock and watching her with uncertain and concerned faces.
�Yeh�ve been standin� over here all class, I�ve been watchin� yeh,� Hagrid said. �Yer not studyin� at all. Yeh�ve been starin� over a� the castle, an� yeh look awful pale. Yeh look sick. I think yeh should go ter the hospital wing.�
�But I--�
�No, none o� that. When Hermione Granger won� pay attention in class, I know somethin� is wrong. Off yeh go!� Hagrid said, and turned to walk back towards the class, still in the paddocks.
Hermione sighed and slung her satchel over her shoulder. She trudged off to the castle, and thought with amusement that she�d never have to worry about not participating in class. If she didn�t, they�d all think she was on her deathbed and it would all be excused.
She had no intention of going to the hospital wing, but to make up for a missed class, she didn�t think twice about heading to the library. In fact, she was already walking in the library door before she had quite decided what to do with her spare time.
The library was virtually deserted. All the students were outside on the grounds, enjoying the beautiful day. Even Madam Pince seemed in a cheerful mood; she was sitting at her desk, deeply engrossed in a large, ancient text.
Hermione headed towards a deserted back corner and found a table amongst the stacks of books. She slung her heavy satchel onto a chair, then began browsing the shelves. But just as she passed the Restricted Section, a hand snaked out and seized the front of her robes, pulling her into a dark, dusty aisle and shoving her against the crowded shelves.
Hermione�s gasp was cut off by a pair of hot lips, moving hungrily over her mouth. She sagged against him immediately, returning his kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Severus Snape pulled back and gazed at her. �I�ve been wanting to do that since Saturday,� he breathed, and nuzzled her neck as he stepped in between her thighs.
A delicious shiver went down Hermione�s back, and she writhed against him as he nibbled under her earlobe.
�This damn school,� Snape muttered, his left hand reaching down to grip her thigh and lift her leg up to wrap around his waist. �No bloody time to find you alone.� The new position left her more open, and he leaned forward to slowly grind against her, already hard as a rock.
Hermione moaned breathlessly, and her head fell back as he moved.
�Are you still having the dreams?� Snape asked huskily.
Hermione nodded lazily, eyes close and head back, absorbed in the friction of his erection rubbing against her core through their robes.
�Every night since Saturday?�
Hermione nodded again.
�You remember the dream last night, in the prefect�s bathroom?�
Hermione bit her lip and looked at Snape as she nodded again.
Snape slid one hand under her robes and into her underwear. He exhaled sharply as he discovered that she was already dripping wet. He stroked one finger down her slit and then back up, hovering around her clit and making her squirm. Finally, he rubbed her hardened little nub, and she bucked against him. He tightened the grip his other hand had on her thigh and began to slowly insert his finger inside her.
�Oh--� Hermione gasped, and rotated her hips against him. �Oh, please--�
Snape leaned forward to nuzzle against her neck again and breathed, �Want to try it tonight?�
Hermione�s eyes widened and she turned her head to look at Snape. �Really?� she asked hesitantly. �You want to�in the prefect�s bathroom�?�
Snape�s lips slowly turned upwards into a grin as he nodded.
Hermione slowly grinned back as she thought back to the dream the night before. She shivered as her excitement quickly rose, and she grabbed the front of Snape�s robe and pulled him towards her for another feverish kiss. Between her legs, Snape gave one last stroke before withdrawing his hand. Catching her eye, Snape slowly brought his finger to his mouth and licked her juices off. Hermione shuddered with lust.
Snape stepped away with a smirk. �See you tonight, then, eleven o�clock sharp,� he said, and strode away through the stacks.
Hermione remained where she was for a long moment, leaning against the shelves, trying to bring herself under control. When her pulse finally evened out, she took a deep breath and went to grab her bag. There was no way she�d be able to study now, not when she was this worked up. She headed back to the Gryffindor Tower, already wondering if she had any lingerie that would be suitable for giving Snape a nice little surprise.
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At ten forty-five that night, Hermione slipped out of the Gryffindor portrait hole and snuck through the dark corridor. She had borrowed Harry�s invisibility cloak, claiming she wanted to go to the library and find a few books in the Restricted Section. Harry didn�t question her motives; as always, anything involving Hermione Granger and books was taken at face value.
Beneath the invisibility cloak, she wore nothing but a lacy bra and thong, both in a piercing emerald green. She carried in her hand a pair of strappy gold stiletto sandals; she knew the clicking of the heels would be loud enough in the corridors to mark her passage. When she finally reached the door to the prefect�s bathroom, she whispered the password, slipped on her shoes, and entered.
She was still a little early, so Snape had not yet arrived. The chandelier was dimmed, and the mermaid snored peacefully in her frame. After laying the invisibility cloak by the door, Hermione wandered over to the pool and turned on all the faucets, watching as the tub filled with water as well as curious pastel foams, bubbles, and perfumed vapors. As soon as the pool was full, she turned off all the faucets, fetched an armful of fluffy towels from the corner of the room, and deposited them beside the diving board. She surveyed the scene with satisfaction.
Suddenly, a voice right behind her left shoulder asked, �Saluting Slytherin, Miss Granger?�
Hermione jumped and turned to find Severus Snape, clothed in only a black robe and his usual smirk. At her blank gaze, he gestured to the green lingerie she wore.
�Oh--that,� she stammered. �I--um--I thought you might like it--I--�
�You look absolutely stunning, Miss Granger,� he said softly, and pulled her towards him for a searing kiss. She quickly warmed to the situation and lost any of her original nervousness, pressing against him and returning the kiss in equal measure.
He slowly stroked his hands down her back and gripped her bottom with both hands, pulling her tighter against him. His lips left her mouth and trailed around to nibble at her jaw, then her ear, gently catching the lobe between his teeth and tugging. Hermione gasped and squirmed against him, delicious shudders racking her spine and making her tremble.
Snape slowly rotated them until his back was to the diving board, then he sat on the edge of it and pulled Hermione down to straddle him. He seized her hips with both hands and helped her to grind against him. At the first friction, they both moaned, and Hermione�s head fell back as she started a slow but heavy rhythm.
Snape panted as he reached behind her to unfasten her bra, then tossed it towards the door. Hermione pulled his robes off over his head, then leaned against him, her naked chest flush against his as she fumbled at his trousers. He inhaled sharply as her fingers grasped his erection and pulled it free. She stroked him with one hand as he reached out to push her thong aside and found her, already wet and warm. She mewled as he stroked her, writhing around on top of him, and Snape found he could no longer wait. With one hand, he shoved his pants down to his thighs.
�Now,� he panted, and pulled her down. �Now, now, now--fuck, yes,� he gasped, as she sank smoothly onto his erection.
�Oh, god,� Hermione moaned, and stilled for a moment as she leaned her forehead against his. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.
Snape swallowed thickly and settled his hands on her hips, slowly moving her back and forth on top of him. Hermione moaned as she began to adhere to the rhythm he set; he was hitting a spot inside of her that made her clench heatedly, and she intently sped up the movements. Snape fell back so he lay along the diving board, his hands still on her hips as he guided her, eyes watching her hungrily as she rode him.
All too soon, Hermione felt the sensations began to coil inside of her. Gasping, she reached out blindly and settled her hand on the diving board next to Snape, who instantly took her hand with one of his own and squeezed it. �Yes, Hermione,� he moaned, feeling himself approaching his climax just as fast. It was the first time he had said her first name, and the realization hit them both at the same time. He squeezed her hand tightly and said it again: �That�s it, Hermione, come for me.� Hearing him say her name was all it took; she quickly and violently erupted into the hot, sharp shock of orgasm, and her clenching muscles pulled Snape right along with her. He groaned and closed his eyes as he released into her.
Hermione slumped onto Snape�s chest, panting and shaking just a little bit. Snape wrapped his arms around her and held her there, both of them breathing heavily as they relaxed.
After a few moments, Hermione moved to look at Snape�s face. �I think that bath I ran has gone to waste,� she sighed.
Snape looked at her for a long instant, then, with a grin, he sat up with her and abruptly tumbled them both off the diving board. Hermione�s shriek was cut off midway with a loud splash, and after a moment they both surfaced, treading water, Snape still halfway in his pants, and Hermione in the thong and gold heels. She tossed her wet hair out of her face and laughed as she watched Snape, who was fighting a losing battle trying to pull his pants back up under the warm water. He finally gave up and pulled them off, then tossed the sopping wet clothing towards the door, where it landed with a plop.
�Need some help with yours?� he questioned, and gestured to her thong.
�I don�t know, do I?� Hermione teased, and began to swim backwards.
�I think you do,� Snape grinned, and disappeared under the water. A moment later Hermione shrieked as he seized her legs and pulled her down with him.
The bathroom got very flooded that night. And neither Snape nor Hermione emerged for a very long time.
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