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The Mirror of Erised	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14691 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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“Having second thoughts Ms. Granger?” Snape sneered when she remained routed in place.

“No. Sir.” She gasped, unable to stop her eyes from roaming over his pale lean body. “I just didn't expect you to say yes.”

“Hmmm.” He snorted, running his long fingers up the shaft of his erection. “Did you think I might have some ethical or moral compunction about engaging in sexual congress with a student?” He glanced back down at his swollen cock. “Oh I might have worried about that once.” He continued when she didn't speak. “But I realize my time here has grown quite short. So short, in fact, that I find I am no longer worried about petty little things like ethical or moral dilemmas.

“What about the rules.” She whispered.

“Sod the rules. I'm going to take what little pleasure I can from this life while I still have the chance. But......” He looked up at her, his hand still gripping himself. “You have done this before, correct? You have had other lovers?”

“A few.”

“Good. I'm not so far gone that I wouldn't have felt at least a twinge of guilt for stealing your virtue.”

“Who was the woman in the mirror?”

“Someone I knew a life time ago.” He frowned, pressing his hands against the arms of the chair and sitting up straighter. “Now let's get on with this, or have you changed your mind?”

“No. I haven't changed my mind Sir.” She said, pulling out her wand and scanning around the room. Spotting a bit of debris on the floor, she flicked her wand, transfiguring it into a pillow. Snape watched as it soared across the room into her hands.

“You've become quite proficient at non verbal spells.”

“Thank you.” She muttered, placing the pillow between his feet and lowering herself to her knees. “It just takes a bit of practice. How long has it been Sir?” She asked, placing her hands gently on his knees.

“How long has what been?”

“Since you've been with someone? A woman, a lover?”

Again the silence stretched out to an uncomfortable length as his unfathomable, inky black eyes bored into her. Just when she'd decided he wasn't going to answer, he spoke, his voice low. “You will be my first Ms. Granger.”

“Whut?” She gasped in surprise before she was able to stop herself. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together in a thin line. “But how is that even possible, Sir?”

“You mean with my rugged good looks and charming personality I must be some sort of 'chick magnet'? He snorted sarcastically.

“Well no.......but you're a powerful Wizard. And you're brilliant and dark and mysterious. You're actually quite sexy. Surely there was someone?”

“Sexy.” He whispered in a half laugh, before his face grew serious. “There was someone once. A long, long time ago. I loved her. I suppose I always will. But she did not return my feelings and I guess I never really got over that. A rather wasted life now that I look back on it.”

“The woman in the mirror?” He gave a short nod of his head. “But nothing? Not even a kiss?”

“There was a kiss.............once. So long ago I barely remember it. I can only recall that I liked it.” He stiffened, as she ran her hands along his thighs, rising to lean over him, her face very close to his.

“May I, Sir?”

His eyes widened, before crawling over her face, searching for what? Her sincerity, her honesty, her desire? He gave a barely perceptible nod. Pressing down on his thighs, Hermione leaned forward and tenderly touched her lips to his. She was surprised at how soft and full his lips felt. Pulling back, she gazed into his face, his eyes remained closed and a look of wonderment colored his normally serious countenance. “I was right.” He whispered softly. “I liked it, I liked it very much.”

“Well Sir,” She murmured, “it get's even better.” His eyes opened and he gave a slight gasp as she pressed her lips harder to his. Taking advantage of the parting of his lips she pushed her tongue forward, touching it gently to his. He sat rigid, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as her tongue tenderly explored his mouth, rubbing, teasing, curling around his. A soft moan sounded low in her throat when he became an active participant, his own tongue tangling with hers as he returned and deepened the kiss.

“Dear Merlin.” He gasped, pulling back from her and staring down to see, for the first time in his life, a hand other then his own grasping him intimately.

“Shhhh.” She soothed, peppering soft kisses across his cheeks and down his jaw. Her small hand held his cock, her thumb rubbing tiny circles across the soft skin of the head. “Just relax.” She breathed against his neck, her lips kissing gently, her tongue tasting his skin. He remained frozen and still, only the sound of his labored breathing as she kissed and licked her way down his chest, her soft hand squeezing and stroking him gently. Moving back down on her knees, she kissed her way down his stomach, before pausing and staring up at him.

“Are you all right?” She whispered, her hand still slowly rubbing his cock, her thumb carefully spreading the drops of clear fluid that had leaked from the tip.

“Mmm hmm.” He groaned, his voice sounding strained. “But I fear I may not last long if you.........” His voice choked off as she placed a tender kiss on the head of his cock.

“You'll do fine.” She said, placing two wet opened mouthed kisses on the inside of his thighs. Pushing his legs further apart, she leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue up the underside of his shaft. His whole body tensed when she engulfed his cock, circling her tongue around head and licking her way down his length. Reaching up to grasp his balls, she glanced up at him. His lips were pressed together in a tight line, his nostrils flaring with each ragged breath. His entire body shook from tension. “You know it's okay to make noise.” She whispered, her lips tickling the sensitized skin. “In fact, it's encouraged. No one can hear you in here.”

“Uhhhhhhhnnnnnn” He let out a long jagged breath, confirming to her how much he'd been holding inside. His body sank back in the chair as she took him into her mouth again, sucking and licking as she moved her head. A string of unintelligible sounds issued forth in his deep baritone, ranging from “Sweet Merlin” to profanity to something that sounded like Latin. Releasing him with a wet pop, she gripped his spit slick shaft and stroked him gently.

“Let's see if we can make this last, shall we?” She whispered in answer to his curious, almost frantic gaze at the loss of her hot, wet mouth.

His head fell back when she squeezed his balls, massaging each one tenderly. “Fuck.” He gasped when she sucked each one into her mouth before returning to his cock, her tongue circling up and down his shaft. She froze for a moment when his hand left the arm of the chair to land on top of her head, but he only rested it there, his fingers tangling in her tresses.

“You're hair is so soft.” He mumbled, his words sounding slurred and strange. “Uhhhnnnnn.” He cried out when she murmured her “Thanks” with her lips still wrapped around his cock, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through his already overstimulated body.

Glancing up at him, Hermione felt a shiver race through her body, heating her core at the image before her. His head rested against the back of the chair, long strands of black hair falling across his face. His mouth was open, soft groans and grunts issuing force as she moved her mouth up and down, sucking and licking. She could feel the tension building up in his thighs and his balls. The hand in her hair tightened and pulled as he cried out. “Oh fuck. Oh Merlin, I'm going to.......” Reaching up, she grabbed his hand, linking her fingers with his, pushing it away from her head. Bobbing, she sucked frantically, feeling his balls grow tight and hard in her hand. “Uhhhhhhnnnnn.” He cried out loudly, his hips lifting off the chair as a lifetime of pent up tension exploded in her mouth and down her throat. Swallowing frantically, she drank him down, loving the look of ecstasy and relief written across his features.

“Come here.” He groaned, reaching down to pull her to him, his breath still coming in pants.

“Would you like me to rinse my mouth out?” She asked, when she realized he was pulling her in to kiss him. “Some men don't like.......”

“I don't care.” He grunted, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply. Pulling her onto his lap, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Thank you.” He whispered softly.

“Well I don't have to leave just yet. Harry and Ron think I'm in the library. I could be there all night. I could stay and we could do other stuff.......go all the way.......if you wanted.”

“Mmmmmmm.” He groaned, leaning back to once again stare at her, his eyes searching her face. “I'd like very much to touch you. Will you let me touch you?” She nodded her head. “With my lips and my tongue? Everywhere?”

“Of course.”

“Take your clothes off.” He whispered, nudging her off his lap. “Please.” He frowned as she stood before him, staring down at her feet, her hands knotted before her, a pink flush coloring her cheeks. “You're shy now? You just had my cock in your mouth. Why are you shy now?”

“It's not that....it's just....I'm not.....what I mean to say is, I'm not very........”

“Ms. Granger, Hermione.” He said firmly, interrupting her stutter. “You are very, very beautiful.” She glanced up at him, her eyes wide, a shy, but pleased expression on her face. “And if no one's ever told you that before, it's a shame. Now please, I want to see you.”

Still blushing, she grabbed the hem of her jumper and pulled it quickly over her head, revealing a simple white cotton bra. “I wish I would have worn prettier knickers for you.” She said as she toed off her trainers and unfastened her jeans.

“Do you really imagine that is something I would care about?” He asked, his eyes burning eagerly as he watched her push her jeans off her hips and down her legs.

“No. I suppose not.” She laughed nervously, kicking her jeans to the side and standing before him in just her bra and knickers. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes crawled over her body. Self consciously she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Don't.” He gasped, his voice almost pleading. Flushing he cleared his throat and when he spoke again, his voice sounded stern. “Don't stop. Please continue Ms. Granger.”

Smiling to herself at the almost desperate expression on his face, she reached behind her back with one hand and unfastened her bra. Still hiding her breasts, she let it drop to the floor. Another shiver of desire coursed through her as he licked his lips, his eyes roaming hungrily over the sight of her nearly naked body. “Merlin.” He groaned softly, when she lowered her arm, revealing her breasts to him.

“Would you like to remove these?” She asked, running her fingers along the waist band of her white cotton knickers.

He nodded his head as she took a step forward. “Wait.” Reaching down he picked up the pillow from the floor. Flinging it into the air, he pointed his wand at it. She smiled as a mattress formed in the air. With another flick of his wand, it lowered gently to the floor, complete with fluffy white pillows and a white duvet. “No reason we shouldn't be comfortable.” He murmured. “After you, Ms. Granger.”

“Impressive bit of wand work.” She said, lowering herself to the mattress.

His lips turned up into a small grin at her compliment. Gazing down at her lying on the mattress, he shrugged the robe off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Taking a step towards the mattress, he frowned, his face serious. “McClaggen.”
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