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The Passion of Hermione Granger	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33214 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: And now the smut really gets going ;) Dx

Hermione sat somewhat impatiently in the common room until everyone else had gone to bed, pleading insomnia and a need to complete her Arithmancy homework as a reason for staying behind when everyone else was heading for their dormitories. Once she was sure everyone was asleep and no one would come down and wonder where she had gone, she grabbed her bag; then, moving as quietly as she could, she slipped out of the door.
The Fat Lady gave her a glare. ‘It is past curfew, you know,’ she said sternly.
Hermione smiled at her apologetically. ‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘But I really need to get some fresh air because I’m not feeling very well. I’m just going to go for a quick walk until the nausea passes. I promise I won’t be long and I promise I won’t get caught.’
The Fat Lady made a grumpy harrumphing noise, but not wanting to get one of her students into trouble she said nothing more. Before she could chicken out and change her mind, Hermione ran down the corridor and turned, eventually finding the staircase that led to the seventh floor. From there she quickly found the corridor she needed. It was little used, but Hermione had been there several times recently in preparation for this evening.
As she rounded the corner she heard a noise and realised that it was that blasted poltergeist, Peeves. Cursing under her breath, Hermione ducked into an alcove, hoping the wicked little sprite hadn’t seen her, but a moment later her heart sank as he addressed her, even though he could no longer see where she was.
‘Oooh, you naughty girl. You’re out of bed after curfew. I’m gonna tell on you!’ Peeves crowed gleefully, and he turned and floated back along the corridor towards the stairs, yelling, ‘Student out of bed!’
Hermione took a deep breath and ran as quietly as she could towards the door to the roof. Hopefully, she would be safe, as long as she could get to her hiding place. In all the times she had been up there — and she had used it quite a bit over the years when she needed a break from Harry and Ron — she had never seen anyone else up on the roof. It was like a private haven, a calm refuge from the maelstrom that was life at Hogwarts. It was a great sun trap, too, although that obviously wasn’t a consideration at this time of night.
She speeded up, determined to get to the door before Peeves told whoever was on patrol tonight that she was out and about and they could catch her. The door opened quietly and she slipped outside, pushing the door to. She never closed it completely just in case it somehow ended up locked, as these things sometimes tended to in Hogwarts castle. She would hate to end up trapped out here. No one had ever noticed it was open before and they were unlikely to do so tonight, even if the teacher on hall duty did happen to wander down that corridor.
Hermione breathed deeply as she felt the gentle breeze of the warm night air, full of the scents of summer, brush across her warm skin. She quickly made her way to the terraced area where she liked to sit; the sky was alight with the almost-full moon and thousands of twinkling stars that shone brightly, far more than she would ever see at home. There were so many that she didn’t need to use her wand to light the way.
Reaching her private space, she opened the bag she had brought with her and pulled out a blanket, spreading it carefully on the terrace. She looked around her for a few minutes, drinking in the peaceful scene — the beauty of the stars, the quiet night, the serene moon, and the faint, warm breeze — and smiled. It was almost perfect.
She pulled off her dressing gown and folded it, intending to use it as a pillow. Then she slipped out of her pyjamas, leaving herself naked to the elements, the warm breeze cooling her skin just enough to make her nipples react. She dug in the bag once more and retrieved her mp3 player; plugging the buds into her ears as she lay down on her back.
She turned on the player and sighed happily, listening to Snape’s smooth, dark voice rhythmically soothing her as she lay looking up at the stars. Soon her fingers were travelling over her body, joining the breeze in caressing it. The fingers found the small, hard nubs of her nipples, and she squeezed gently and felt them grow. Hermione shivered as the velvety voice continued in her ear, the rhythm matching her caresses.
Her hand moved down over her stomach to press against her neatly trimmed mound, working lower until her questing fingers found her clit, already throbbing with desire. As the voice washed over her, her fingers found her slit and plunged in, making her moan with a mixture of pleasure and lust.
She closed her eyes and the voice in her ear took shape in her mind, as ever, her fantasy man coming to life beside her. It was his fingers that were inside her tight, hot pussy, he who was playing with her nipples. Her arousal was so strong that she could almost taste him; she imagined that he was kissing her and speaking only to her; his voice alone almost enough to bring her to orgasm.
Hermione writhed on the blanket, her legs spread wide, fingers thrusting deeply inside her. But that wasn’t enough now. She opened her eyes and sat up, pulling the bag towards her and rapidly investigating the contents. Extracting the much-needed vibrator, she lay back down and resumed her fantasy, her fingers soon picking up the rhythm once more.
When her need became too great she grabbed the vibrator and slowly rubbed it against her wet pussy. Feeling it slide between her lips she moaned and thrust, pushing it deep inside her tight shaft, a loud moan of desire escaping her lips. Still concentrating on the voice in her ear rather than anything else, she slowly worked the vibrator, turning up the controls so it twisted and thrust inside her. The feeling was amazing, and very quickly she was on the verge of cumming.
She shifted position slightly to enable the vibrator as deep an access as possible and pushed against it; the movement was enough to set off her climax. She didn’t muffle her moans of ecstasy as her orgasm hit. The pleasure of being able to cry out freely after the weeks of cumming silently in her dorm was almost as good as the orgasm itself, although she did temper it a little as she didn’t want to possibly give herself away by making too much noise.
Her body bucked with pleasure from the feel of the large mass inside her, the dark, silky voice, still talking in her ear, amplifying the sensation. As the wave passed she slid the vibrator from her body; with her eyes still closed and her legs wide apart she moved her fingers back to her clit and soaking pussy and spread the wetness around. She bit her bottom lip and her fingers moved again, playing with her still-hard nipples, the moisture on her fingers leaving a glistening trail over them.

It was Peeves the poltergeist who alerted him to the fact that a female student was out of bed. Of course, the annoying spirit refused to say who or where she was, instead goading the angry teacher and crowing that Snape could use his incredibly large nose to sniff her out. Angrily, Snape hexed the poltergeist and set off in search of the errant student. She was in none of the usual places he would have expected, and being alone she was hardly likely to be in the places lovers tended to frequent — but being a thorough man, he checked them anyway.
He wandered back down a little-used corridor, on the verge of giving up, assuming that she had by now returned to her dormitory or, more likely, that Peeves had sent him on a wild goose chase. Knowing that the latter was a definite possibility, Snape had just decided to find the poltergeist and give him a piece of his mind when he noticed that the door to the roof was open. It had been pulled to, so it was almost unnoticeable unless you were particularly observant — as he was. The chink was just enough to let through the almost non-existent summer breeze, just enough to make the door move slightly.
Snape knew he had to investigate whether the girl had gone outside onto the roof. He couldn’t leave it in case she ended up having an accident that might conceivably end with her falling from there. That would be a difficult one to explain to Albus. As he went through the door he noticed that the night was clear and warm and the almost-full moon and stars gave plenty of light, so he had no need to use his wand as a torch.
He looked around but couldn’t see anything or anyone in the vicinity. He began to make his way across the roof, walking slowly and patiently, careful to make no noise. He didn’t want to end up with a student falling off the roof because he had accidentally startled them.
As he rounded the corner he could see a flat, terraced area. He actually knew it quite well, having been up here a few times himself in his younger years when he wanted to escape from the bullying of the Marauders or to think quietly without his Slytherin friends breathing down his neck, but as far as he was aware few other people knew of the place.
He was surprised to see a figure lying on the ground in front of him, writhing and moaning quite loudly, seemingly in pain. Well, it was clear that he had obviously found the missing girl, and just in time, too, from the look of things. But what on earth was the matter with her? He moved closer, intending to offer help, then stopped and looked at her in astonishment.
Snape, who had been worried that the student was having a fit or something, was stunned to find not a student in pain, but a student deep in the throes of passion. The naked girl — and from where he was standing it had rapidly become quite clear that it was Hermione Granger — was obviously on the verge of cumming, and he heard her moans as her orgasm hit.
In the almost still summer night he could smell her arousal and that, combined with the sight of her sliding the highly realistic-looking vibrator deep inside her pussy and the moans escaping her beautiful lips, had the obvious effect on his own body. His erection was immediate and painful.
As he continued to watch, Hermione removed the vibrator and he got a perfect view of her pussy, the swollen pink lips slick with her juices. Her fingers were soon back at work and he had to stifle a moan of desire himself. Gods, she looked magnificent like this. He watched as her fingers spread the moisture, first over her beautiful slit and then over the hard pink buds of her nipples.
Snape felt an overwhelming desire to jump on the girl, to free his throbbing cock and plunge it deep inside that exquisite wetness while his mouth attacked her gorgeous breasts. It took every ounce of his legendary self-control to stop himself. Trying for a moment to calm down and desperate to take his eyes off Hermione’s gorgeous body, he noticed the mp3 player and wondered idly what she was listening to. Whatever it was it obviously made her hot. He was still standing over Hermione when her breathing finally calmed and she opened her eyes.

Hermione’s breathing slowed as she finally came down and her fingers slowed to a stop. She opened her eyes — and her heart almost stopped in shock. Someone was standing over her. Whoever it was was blocking out the light from the moon. From her position she could only see a silhouette, tall and thin, which could be just about anyone apart from Flitwick. Logically it was likely to be the teacher on hall duty this evening, following up on Peeves’ report.
She quickly sat up and grabbed at her dressing gown, desperately needing to cover herself up, embarrassed at being naked in the presence of a teacher. How much had they seen? They could have been standing there for a while; caught up in the bliss of her orgasm she would never have noticed — hadn’t noticed. But it didn’t really matter whether they had seen her or not. Her vibrator was still on the blanket, glistening from the recent activity, and one look at her would be enough to tell them what she had been up to even if they hadn’t seen it for themselves.
Worried about what was going to happen next, Hermione struggled to get into her dressing gown, wondering why the person hadn’t yet spoken to her. She was definitely in trouble for breaking curfew, and although she had never seen anyone else out here she would bet it was a no-go area for students.
And then of course there was the masturbation. Well, that wasn’t a crime, at least she didn’t think so — surely even Hogwarts couldn’t stop her from doing that — but it was unlikely that it wouldn’t be commented on. As she thought about it further she realised that whoever the figure was, they had obviously enjoyed the show as they hadn’t stopped her. If only they would move a bit so she could see who it was.
As embarrassing as it was to be caught, Hermione suddenly realised that there were varying degrees of embarrassment. For instance, if the person currently standing over her turned out to be Argus Filch, she would probably throw herself off the roof in horror that he had seen her naked, let alone seen her masturbating . . . and with a toy, as well. The idea of that creepy man watching her pleasure herself made her shudder.
If it was someone like Professor McGonagall she would be in severe trouble; after all, the Gryffindor Head of House was always toughest on her own students who broke the rules. But it wouldn’t be so bad. She had been young once and Hermione was sure that whilst not condoning it, the teacher would understand her need for a bit of privacy to relieve her frustration.
Hermione realised with a start that the mp3 player was still running. As she fumbled with it, shutting off the sound and pulling out the ear buds, a wicked thought slid into her mind. What if it was Professor Snape who was standing over her? That idea almost took her breath away. It was his voice she had been listening to on her mp3 player — all those carefully captured conversations and statements mixed and remixed by her, projecting the perfect sound of his darkly delicious voice that always had the ability to inflame her.
But could she bear for the object of her affection to see her like this? There was a huge difference between fantasising about the snarky Potions Master making love to her and him actually being there and watching her pleasure herself. The answer took only a few seconds to arrive. Yes, of course she could bear it. Hadn’t all her fantasies for the last god knows how many months revolved around Snape? So why would she not want him to know how she felt about him if the chance was there? And if it was him, was there then a chance to make her fantasies a reality and finally discover what the Potions Master’s cock really looked like? Breathing hard, she gazed once more at the dark figure blocking out the moon. Now she really needed to know who it was.

Snape was caught out by Hermione opening her eyes rather more quickly than he had expected, but he soon realised that she couldn’t see who he was. It was fortunate that he had his back to the moon, blocking it and the light from her view. He debated what to do next. At least she wasn’t naked any more, having wrapped her dressing gown around herself, although it wasn’t much help. He could still picture her lithe body only too clearly, and there was only that one thin layer between him and it.
His cock twitched and a dull ache in his balls followed. Well, he couldn’t stand like this all night and he knew that once he had revealed himself, Hermione would be horrified at the identity of her discoverer. He just hoped he wouldn’t have a sobbing girl to deal with. It was going to be embarrassing enough for both of them as it was, and he was hopeless at dealing with teenage emotions.
He resolved that the safe thing to do would be to get her back to her common room as quickly as possible, completely avoiding the subject of what he had just seen her do and docking points only for being out after curfew. Maybe he would give her detention, too — although that would have to be with Filch, he thought. He wasn’t sure he could spend a couple of hours alone with Hermione without his mind wandering back to her naked body and the way she had looked as she had come.
Instantly that vision was back in his mind, and once again he felt the dull ache from his groin. Yes, he needed to get that sorted, too, so the sooner he got rid of Hermione, the better. Stepping back, he set his face to its most neutral position, trying hard not to scare the girl. He couldn’t fathom at all the look she gave him once she could see his face. Not fear or loathing, but . . . what? Well, at least she wasn’t crying or screaming.
‘Miss Granger.’ His dark voice was soothing as he spoke. ‘Would you care to tell me why you are out after curfew?’ He gave her no chance to respond, raising his hand as if to stop her from talking. ‘No matter, please gather your things and come back inside the school. Ten points from Gryffindor for breaking curfew and another ten for being out on the roof.’
Snape was rather pleased with himself for the way he was handling this problem so far. Part of him had the urge to confront her with what he had seen, just to see what she would do, but once again his resolve prevailed and he managed to stay silent. However, a moment later his self control had a good shaking when instead of gathering her stuff and quickly leaving the roof as he expected her to do, Hermione merely pulled off the dressing gown she was wearing to once again reveal her luscious nakedness and gazed at him intently with an undisguised look of lust in her eyes.

The figure moved back and Hermione could see that it really was Professor Snape who had discovered her. Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to see what he was thinking, but his face was carefully neutral. She couldn’t tell if he was aroused or disgusted by her antics, although the neutrality convinced her that he had definitely seen what she was doing.
That beautiful dark voice questioned her about why she was there, clearly ignoring the fact that he had seen her masturbating. Considering the speed with which his next words came, he obviously wasn’t expecting a response.
You know exactly why I was out after curfew, sir, she thought. You saw me.
So now was the moment of truth. Did she attempt to turn her fantasies into reality — probably the only chance she would ever get — or did she give up quietly, go back to her dorm, and spend the rest of her life dreaming of the snarky Potions Master, knowing that she could have done something and had chickened out?
She almost laughed. Well, she was a Gryffindor, after all. She knew there was no way she was going to pass up this one chance to attain that which she had desired for so long. She pulled off her dressing gown, revealing her naked body once more, and looked directly into Snape’s eyes, her own telling him exactly how she felt whilst she nervously gnawed her bottom lip.
After a couple of seconds she changed position and stood, revealing herself to Snape completely, knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She could feel his gaze travelling over all her curves. Her nipples were still stiff — not surprising with her renewed arousal — and she brushed them gently with her fingers, making them even more prominent as she moved closer, her face tilted up to look at him.
She couldn’t help smiling when she saw the bulge in his tight trousers. Now she knew which way his feelings ran, and it certainly wasn’t towards disgust. She reached out and caressed the hardness, her tongue licking her lips suggestively. She heard Snape’s small gasp as her fingers touched him, but he didn’t pull away. She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed and there was a look of steely determination on his face.
Oh, he was definitely interested! Her heart leapt.
Snape was trying to resist her; keeping his eyes closed helped him to keep control, so he couldn’t see what she was doing. Smiling wickedly, Hermione dropped to her knees. Quickly undoing the buttons of his fly, her fingers reached past the silk boxers to free the hard bulge that throbbed within. She gasped with pleasure when she saw the size of his penis. It was a little longer than Viktor’s, not too big to manage but not quite thick as the Bulgarian’s, and it already looked about ready to explode with the way it was twitching. Excited now, she wrapped her hand around it, squeezing his hardness, and heard Snape hiss once again, louder this time.

Snape’s cock throbbed as he looked at Hermione’s naked body. He was having a lot of trouble tearing his eyes away from her. It was all he could do not to moan out loud with desire as her hands touched her breasts, making the nipples even stiffer. Oh, sweet Lord Merlin, he wanted to suck on them. He closed his eyes, desperately trying to calm himself down. He forced himself to remove the image of her from his mind, instead picturing one of his most difficult-to-brew potions.
Get a grip, he told himself, and as his brain worked through the stages of the potion he slowly felt control returning.
Suddenly he felt her fingers on his trousers. Oh gods, she was touching him. He kept his eyes tight closed and tried to ignore the feeling, breathing hard and trying to keep calm, knowing he should move away from her and stop this before it got out of hand but somehow unable to. It was as if he was frozen in place. Feeling his cock freed, he heard her gasp of pleasure and almost opened his eyes to look at her, but he knew if he did that he would be lost.
He felt her hand grip the hard shaft and squeeze and he couldn’t stop the hiss that automatically escaped his lips. Still he could not look, but he felt her thumb move to rub the tip of his cock, spreading the precum that had oozed from the hole there. And now, unable to stop himself, he tipped his head back and moaned; a deep, throaty sound that expressed his pent-up desire and frustration.
Another groan, longer and deeper, came almost immediately when he felt the warmth and wetness as she took him in her mouth. His self-control was draining away, unable to withstand the onslaught of this beautiful girl. Before long, even knowing as he did it that he was wrong, he gave himself over to the feelings completely, thrusting deeper. He ran his hands through her hair, loving the feel of her warm, wet mouth on him.
Snape’s voice, always dark and smooth, now became even more seductive as he urged Hermione on, telling her what he wanted, groaning again and again as she complied with his wishes. His need for release overrode all other feelings, and as her tongue and mouth continued to pleasure him all he could think of was the moment when he would release his seed into her willing mouth.
There was no stopping Snape now. His release was approaching fast, and as he felt Hermione squeeze his balls he cried out, his cock twitching as his seed spurted out of him. Opening his eyes, he gasped at the wondrous sight below him of Hermione on her knees with his cock buried deep in her mouth, drinking everything he offered. He felt as if he was never going to stop cumming — and he never wanted to, the feelings she inflamed in him were so intense.

Hermione could feel Snape’s fingers running through her hair, not pushing her onto him but instead confirming the knowledge that he was enjoying her attentions. All the while he talked to her in that oh-so-sexy voice of his, telling her what he wanted, and she was more than happy to grant his wishes.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed and was not disappointed for soon she had a mouthful of hot, salty cum. She heard a gasp and realised that he had finally opened his eyes and was looking at her. She was still sucking him gently, licking him clean. Hermione released him, swallowing his cum as she did so.
His hand reached out and gently brushed her face, his thumb tracing the curves of her lips. She smiled at him and he sank to his knees beside her and pulled her into his arms. His mouth sought out her lips and soon they were kissing deeply, his tongue fully exploring her mouth and entwining with hers. His hands were all over her body, caressing and stroking, pulling her to him. His mouth moved to nuzzle at her neck as he squeezed her breasts, massaging the nipples against his palms. Then his fingers moved to tease the stiff buds and Hermione moaned.
‘My turn now,’ he growled, and he pushed her down beneath him on the blanket.
His body covered hers and she gave a deep sigh of desire as Snape kissed his way down her body, first concentrating for a long time on her breasts and nipples, obviously enjoying the taste and feel of them, then slowly working his way down over her flat stomach, down further towards that wet and silky place that she so wanted him to reach and he was desperate to taste.
Hermione had never felt like this before; her breathing was becoming shallower, gasping breaths as she struggled to inhale enough oxygen. Her whole body felt as if it was aflame, every touch of Snape’s fingers causing a crackle of electricity to run through her, and she wanted to scream loudly with joy. Snape’s mouth moved further down, his tongue flicking round her clit, and Hermione thought she was going to pass out.

Snape’s hand reached down to gently caress Hermione’s face. It had been a long time since a woman voluntarily wanted to please him orally and he had enjoyed it more than he had expected to. Now his body was aching with desire to return the favour and more. He dropped to his knees and pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply and enjoying the taste of him in her mouth, which mixed deliciously with the taste of her. She smelt faintly of almonds. He could feel his arousal flaring again. Nothing was more important than this beautiful young woman; and all he wanted to do right now was give Hermione the most pleasure she had ever experienced.
He moved to her neck, and sensing that it was a particularly pleasurable zone for her he spent time kissing every inch, knowing that she was getting more and more turned on. Then down to her beautiful breasts, not small but a good handful, and then to those succulent nipples, his mouth finally fastening upon them.
Snape could hear her moans as his tongue laved her. He could have happily spent all night playing with them, but he needed more. Reluctantly leaving her breasts, his mouth trailed down her supple body, stopping briefly to investigate her belly button. Gods, her skin felt like silk and she smelt and tasted wonderful. He was intoxicated by her!
Further down he travelled, his tongue finally finding her clit, and his mouth fastened on it, Hermione making soft sounds of pleasure as he suckled on the small, hard nub. Snape’s fingers investigated the wet pink slit beneath and he felt her move against him, her muscles contracting around his fingers. Her moans were getting louder and longer and her body was writhing again.
He removed his fingers from her and greedily licked up the moisture, his tongue probing her now as his thumb rubbed at her clit. His fingers and tongue worked feverishly. The more Hermione moaned, the more frenzied his ministrations became, until finally she exploded with a long, low cry of ecstasy. Snape moaned, too, the sound low and dark, as he drank deeply.
He was hard again and now Snape knew that there was to be no escape from Hermione’s body. He needed to be inside her. He sat up, and gazing with desire at the still aroused girl lying beneath him on the blanket he used his wand to remove the rest of his clothes, wanting to feel her soft skin against his. Then he was covering her with his naked body, moving between Hermione’s open legs, his rigid cock finding her tight entrance. Holding on to the stiffness, he slid it up and down her wet slit, sliding it just between the lips, teasing and pressing.
Hermione groaned and tried to take him inside her.
Aroused just as deeply as Hermione, Snape knew he couldn’t hold back any longer and thrust hard, his cock sliding deep into that tight, wet sheath. They both moaned as he filled her and then he was holding her down and kissing her, his hands running through her hair, his cock sliding almost all the way out, then thrusting back in again, giving her every inch of his hardness.
She was so tight and her muscles were squeezing his cock, causing his need for her to flare. He couldn’t stop the cries escaping his lips as he plunged deep into that liquid centre. He heard Hermione’s own moans join his as they moved together. There was a moment of pain when she raked his back with her nails, but that excited him even more and he just thrust deeper and harder into her, losing himself completely in the feel of her perfect body.

Hermione was unable to stifle the cry that escaped her lips as Snape’s mouth and fingers brought her to the most intense climax she had ever had. For a moment he left her and she felt desolate, but soon his naked body was on hers, pressing her into the ground as his hard cock rubbed at the entrance to her pussy, teasing her mercilessly.
Just as she was about to beg him to fuck her, unable to take the torture any longer, he pushed deep inside her and kissed her as they moved together, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her before pushing back in again. They kissed and touched and through it all they moaned with pleasure. Hermione knew that this was the best moment of her life. Snape’s hard cock was buried inside her completely and she raked her nails down his back, not caring that she hurt him. She just needed to release the pent-up lust inside of herself.
She wrapped her legs round him as they moved together, their slick bodies reacting to each other, their tongues still entwined. She ran her hands through his hair, surprised that it felt nowhere near as greasy as it looked. Another moan escaped her lips as he thrust deeper into her, his pace speeding up as he came closer to climax.
Hermione almost screamed when his fingers moved down to play with her clit as he pounded her. His mouth fastened on a nipple, sucking hard, then moved to the other. The exquisite feeling was too much for Hermione and her muscles started contracting hard, making her body buck wildly.
‘Oh Severus . . . yesssssssssssssss,’ she screamed loudly as the latest orgasm ripped through her. His hard cock, not yet ready to spill its seed, kept her going for what seemed like an eternity.

Snape was pulled back into the moment as he heard Hermione’s breathing quicken. Determined to make sure she came first, he searched out her clit with his fingers while his mouth once again fastened on those beautiful nipples that he couldn’t help but enjoy playing with.
Soon she was screaming his name as her orgasm hit and her muscles milked his cock. He was close to cumming although he tried to hold on for a while, enjoying Hermione’s climax and the sound of her voice calling out his name. It wasn’t long before the sensations her body was causing were enough to send him over the edge.
As he pushed as deep inside her as he could, Snape felt himself erupt. A few hard, sharp thrusts later and it was all over and he was collapsing on top of her. He quickly rolled off so as not to squash her or cause pain.
His hand trailed over her body as he lay next to her, his long fingers gently stroking her nipples as his lips brushed against hers before kissing her deeply one more time. He felt her shudder as he touched her but wasn’t sure whether it was his touch or the breeze suddenly feeling cool against their super-heated bodies. His hand caressed her cheek as he leant over her and he saw her smile at him and heard her whisper ‘Thank you’ before his mouth claimed her again.

Hermione was surprised at how gently Snape treated her once the connection between them was broken. His hand trailed slowly over the entire length of her body, raising goose bumps of excitement everywhere he touched, and his mouth was soft and gently questing as their lips met time and again.
Even her nipples were reacting once more to his long, supple fingers. She couldn’t stop herself from thanking him, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms forever. Lovemaking with him had outstripped by some considerable distance every fantasy she had ever had about him and she really didn’t want the night to end.
Sliding her arms around Snape, Hermione pulled him close to her, her heart beating rapidly with pleasure when Snape responded in the same manner, making her shiver with desire. Just the feel of his naked skin against hers was perfect and the breeze cooled their bodies, slick from the lovemaking.
As they rubbed against each other, kissing and caressing, Hermione knew it wouldn’t be long before her lover would be ready to go again. She knew, too, that she would be ready for him whenever he wanted her. She pushed Snape onto his back, the one in charge now. Her mouth trailed over his chest, the sparse dark hair tickling her face as she licked and sucked at his nipples, enjoying hearing how what she was doing was affecting him.
Her hand trailed down his body, delighting in the reaction that her touch caused, especially once she reached down past his stomach, where her hand briefly brushed against his now flaccid cock. First there was a twitch and then, as she gripped it more firmly — squeezing, gently at first, but then with more force as Snape’s voice guided her — it started to show signs of life once again.
Smiling, Hermione kissed him passionately, and then using her tongue she traced a route down his body, round his nipples, down to his stomach, then followed the treasure trail of hair until finally her tongue found the soft flesh of his cock. Oh so gently she licked at him, blowing and breathing on it and watching him twitch before finally sliding her mouth over him and making him gasp, his head thrown back as she engulfed him. It required only a few minutes of her ministrations to have the desired effect and soon his cock had grown to fill her mouth.
She removed her lips from him but her hands continued to caress and soon his full erection was staring her in the face once more. Smiling happily, she slid back up his body, once again finding his soft mouth as he pulled her to him, his strong arms pulling her down on top of him. She moved against him and heard him groan softly. She pulled herself from his grasp for just a moment and impaled herself on his throbbing cock, crying out with joy as once more their bodies connected intimately. She moved back off him, feeling every inch as it slid out of her, then pushed down again, taking him as deep as she could manage. Snape’s moans joined with hers as she started to ride him hard.

Snape felt Hermione caress his body in the same way he had touched her and felt a similar shiver of pleasure run through him at her touch. As her mouth moved down towards his groin he knew what she was going to do, and any thought of resistance was gone as her warm, wet mouth encircled his cock, drawing a groan of pleasure from him. Her mouth was astonishing, and amazingly he was soon hard again, not a usual occurrence for him by any means.
Then she was lying on top of him and pressing her perfect soft body against his, teasing him by her very touch. He pulled her to him and found her mouth again but she pulled away, and in a swift movement she impaled herself on his cock. Her loud moan of pleasure as she slid down on his hard length mingled with his gasps as she pulled almost all the way off him. Soon she was riding him hard, sitting upright, determined to take every inch of him that she could inside of her.
Snape’s hands reached out to play with her breasts and those tantalising nipples as he gave his cock over completely to Hermione’s pleasure. He would give her anything she wanted just as long as she didn’t stop fucking him. It wasn’t long before the position and the depth of his cock had her on the verge of cumming again and he had to try very hard not to cum before she did. The sensation of her wrapped around his hardness this time was almost too much to bear.
Finally she collapsed on him and he wrapped his arms around her, more than happy to have her lying on him, his cock still inside her. How long they lay like that he didn’t know, but for the moment everything was absolutely perfect.
Of course, they couldn’t stay that way forever, so he reluctantly moved. His cock slid out of her and he whispered a cleaning spell followed by a contraceptive charm, just to be on the safe side.
He looked into Hermione’s beautiful brown eyes and saw the mingled pleasure and desire in them that inspired him to kiss her tenderly one more time before finally rising and re-clothing himself.
He gallantly held out his hand to help Hermione up and watched her, still enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman, as she quickly re-dressed herself in her pyjamas. A strange pang of disappointment ran through him as her body disappeared under the clothes. He ran his hand through her hair and gazed at her tenderly, a rare smile crossing his face as they looked at each other.
‘Twenty points to Gryffindor,’ Snape said quietly, his voice darker and smoother than Hermione had ever heard it. ‘And detention, with me, tomorrow night, Miss Granger.’
His heart pounded harder as he saw the brilliant smile cross Hermione’s face and heard her soft laughter at his pronouncement.

Hermione was determined to take as much of Snape’s magnificent cock inside her as she could, but the feeling was so intense that she was having trouble staying upright. Once he started playing with her breasts again she just had to ride him as hard as she could; every movement punctuated by moans and squeals of enjoyment. After yet another fantastic orgasm, which she could feel deeper inside her than she ever had before, Hermione collapsed on top of him, unable to move away, knowing he was still inside her and thoroughly enjoying the feeling.
She felt Snape’s arms wrap round her, holding her tightly, and all at once she knew she was in heaven. She would have quite happily stayed that way for the rest of the night but all too soon Snape moved. His cock slid out of her, and although she continued to lie there whilst he performed the cleaning and contraceptive spells, she knew that what they had shared between them was over and she had to get dressed and go back to her dorm. She was a little surprised when he held out his hand to help her up.
Hermione hurriedly dressed and packed up her bag, then turned to look at Snape. She still wanted to kiss him, even though she had already done that more times this evening than she had ever imagined doing in her fantasies. Fortunately, he obviously felt the same way about her, happy to indulge in another kiss. And then the most amazing thing happened — he smiled at her.
Hermione had never seen Snape smile before. It was something so rare and precious that her heart swelled with joy at the sight.
Then, only moments later, she couldn’t help laughing as the Potions Master returned the points he had docked from her earlier, and better still, gave her a detention with him for the following evening. She just hoped there wouldn’t be anyone else involved or that would be sure to ruin her evening, although she suspected that Snape, too, wanted a little more privacy for their detention. She didn’t think she was going to be cleaning out dirty cauldrons.
Swinging her bag over her shoulder, Hermione gave Snape one final, unmistakable look of desire before making her way back across the roof, knowing that he was following just behind her. A smile crossed her own face as she wandered slowly back to the Gryffindor common room. Thoughts about the possible opportunities a detention alone with the Potions Master might afford ran like a movie reel through her head.
She really couldn’t wait until tomorrow night.
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The Passion of Hermione Granger