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Pleasure War	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As much as I wish I did, JK Rowling (that wonderful genius) came up with it first. I make no monies of any sort.

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Yay, finally got another chapter up! l reviews, they fuel my fire for writing! I have all these fantastic ideas, it was difficult to pick which one to begin with.

Hope you enjoy this little lemony bit, it's just the first of hopefully many more to come!

It seemed that Severus wasted no time at all in getting ahead of the game.

After the night of passion in their bedroom, Hermione had almost all but forgotten about their agreement. However, this was not the case for Severus.

She was sitting in her classroom during her last class of the day when it happened.

Her fourth and final class of the day consisted of fifth year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, and as it was still near the beginning of the semester, they were currently working on their first exam. Although the majority of the work in the classroom was practical, Hermione wanted to make sure they had a firm understanding of the basic components of Transfigurational theory before they began to attempt some of the more difficult spells.

Therefore, this exam was one of the few they would take that consisted solely upon hand written work. They had one hour to complete the exam, at which they were currently about fifteen minutes into.

Hermione was seated at the front of the room at her desk, grading papers and simultaneously watching for any signs of academic dishonesty. All of the students were required to remain seated until the end of the exam. After they were finished, they could either choose to answer the extra credit question, or doodle on the back until the time ran out.

At first she thought it was her cloak brushing against her ankle, and she shrugged it off. It was a light tickling, just at the level of where the hem of her cloak would be. She uncrossed her ankles, hoping to prevent it from happening again. However, when the action repeated itself she reached down to gather her cloak to one side of her chair when she was met with something firm and warm. Heart racing, she glanced underneath her desk to see Severus sitting with his knees tucked under himself, grinning up at her maliciously.

Heart racing, her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, a look of incredulity on her face. His smile widened as he placed his finger to his lips, motioning to her to keep silent. She whipped her head back up towards the class, hoping that none of her students had noticed her glancing downwards.

They were still fully engrossed within their writing, and Hermione's heart began to race as she felt his hands on her thighs. Slowly attempting to force her legs apart, he tugged her towards him, making her appear slightly slumped over in her chair.

She immediately straightened up, and attempted press her legs back together, refusing to give in. She glanced down at him again, and as she met his eyes he quirked an eyebrow and waggled a finger at her. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out his wand.

Just as she was about to protest, thin cloth restraints flew out of the tip of his wand and proceeded to fasten her ankles to the legs of them her desk.

Since her teaching desk was rather large, it had a set of eight legs; one situated of course at each of the four corners, and the other four forming a square that supported the parallel columns of drawers that stood on either side of her when seated. It was to these two inner legs closest to her that her ankles were fastened.

She began to struggle as discreetly as possible; but to no avail. She felt his hands again, this time running up and down her legs. His long fingers tickled the insides of her thighs, one hand undoing the few bottom fastenings on her cloak, allowing it to fall on either side of her chair.

He gently hiked her skirt up as far as it would go, exposing her green and silver lace thong that she had chosen that morning. Her face flushed with embarrassment, both with the thought that she was currently seated in front of forty fifth year students, and that simultaneously her choice of underwear displaying her husband's house colors was so openly presented right in front of his face.

He fingers continued to trail up her thighs, ghosting over the lace back and forth as he teased her. She hoped he wouldn't notice how wet she was becoming, and she squirmed as she heard a deep chuckle from underneath the desk. She coughed, hoping nobody would notice.

Blushing an even deeper shade red, she felt his fingers push aside the lace as they found her moist center. Suddenly, she felt one finger firmly trace the outline of her quim, and she jumped so suddenly that her knees made contact with the underside of the desk, resulting in a firm thud.

Snapping her head upwards towards the students, she saw a few glances in her direction, amused curiosity etched onto their faces. She cleared her throat again, reshuffling the papers on her desk as the students continued on with their work.

Brow furrowed, she attempted to remain discreet as she aimed her gaze downwards towards the papers situated on top of her desk. However, as he suddenly slipped a finger within her she gasped aloud, earning more than a couple of stares from the students seated before her.

Face burning; she attempted to ignore the stares until finally they resumed testing. However, Severus did not relent. He continued, now moving his finger in a 'come-here' motion inside her, causing her to tighten with small, sudden bursts of pleasure each time his finger brushed upwards against her.

She felt as his other hand snaked its way up her thigh and began to trace light circles around her clit. He began to alter between tracing over her and pinching her clit lightly, and he continued doing this until she was soaking wet and desperate with need. She was so torn between the wrongness of it, and of wanting him to give her more.

As if reading her mind, he slipped another finger in, moving them in and out now easily until they were slick. The tips of his fingers from his other hand began to rub firm circles against her clit, granting her the pleasurable friction she so desperately sought.

Her breathing quickened and she struggled to keep face in front of the students. She could feel her orgasm building, and she squirmed against his fingers, afraid she wouldn't be able to contain herself if pushed over the edge, but to no avail. He was unyielding, continuing his actions against her until her walls began to tighten.

She shut her eyes, struggling to keep quiet as she reached her peak. As he slipped a third digit into her impossibly tight entrance, she fell apart. Moaning quietly, she leaned back in her chair, allowing her head to fall backwards. Behind her closed lids, her eyes rolled back with pleasure. He continued to fuck her with his fingers until she was completely spent, slowing as she came down from her high.

Trembling, she struggled to keep her breathing under control. Blushing fiercely as the realization dawned upon her that she just came, and moaned no less, in front of forty Hogwarts students, she thought quickly on how to rectify the situation.

Attempting to play it off and feeling quick foolish, she stretched her arms out and swiveled her head side to side, moaning again, although in a somewhat different manner. She made a point of stretching quite languidly, hoping to deter any curious students.

However, since more than half their time was up already, it seemed the students were paying her no mind. On the contrary, they seemed to be completely engrossed within their writings. As Hermione continued to breathe deeply, she relaxed in her chair as she finally felt Severus undo the cloth restraints. She rubbed her ankles together, a bit sore at the spot that the cloth had dug into her when she had struggled against him.

The hour was nearly over, and as the bell sounded the students came one by one to deposit their tests upon her desk. However, with the recent activities still so fresh in her mind, she could not look them in the eye as they approached her, allowing a simple mumbled 'thank you' to each one as they gave her their work.

Finally, when the last student had left the classroom, she pushed her chair back abruptly from her desk.

Glaring at his annoyingly smug face, she hissed "Have you gone mad!"

He chuckled, rising from underneath the desk to stand at full height in front of her.

"No my dear, but after today your students may begin to speculate that perhaps you have."

She blushed again, unable to forget her slight inability to remain discreet.

"I will understand," he continued, "if you surrender and admit that you were wrong."

However, his words only served to fuel the fire within her. Eager for revenge, she smiled at him and said sweetly, "Oh Severus it simply wouldn't do for me to not repay the favor. Oh no, I think you've got something special in store for you. This is only the first battle; it does not mean you have won the war."

"Well then," he grinned, pointedly licking his fingers in front of her, "the ball is in your court."

With that, he spun around and made his way towards the exit.

Despite her humiliation and embarrassment, she slumped backwards in her chair, basking in the pleasurable afterglow that he had left her in.

Dear Merlin, how was she going to top that?

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