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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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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“Oh Merlin.” She laughed. “Look at you blush. It must be something dirty.” She said grinning wickedly.

“I'm Slytherin. I don't blush.” He snarled, reaching over and snatching the bottle out of her hand.

“Right. That's why your face is bright red.” She teased, rolling on her side to stare at him. “So are you going to tell me what it is or not?”

“If you must know, it's something I developed on my own. It's a lotion, I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

“Or a massage oil if you will. Here, roll over onto your stomach. I'll show you.” He sat up and stared down at her, waiting.

“Are you sure you're up to it? You're not too weak?”

“I think I'm recovered enough to massage your tiny back.” He scowled at her.

“Well I am a bit sore.” She said, moving over to lie on her stomach. “I had to lift you and drag you into the bathroom. You're not exactly light, you know.” She turned her head to glare at him.

“Just lie down.” He growled, opening the bottle and pouring some into his hand. “This will probably work better if you.........” His eyes widened as she reached up and pulled his t shirt over her head, baring her back to him. “......removed your shirt.” He finished in a hoarse whisper.

“You've already seen everything I have.” She said, laying her head on her folded arms.

“That was merely a copy.” He grunted softly. “And a poor one at that.” He moved on the bed and straddled, kneeling, across her legs.

“Oh it's warm.” She moaned as he rubbed his hands across shoulders and down her arms.

“It heats to a higher then normal body temperature. It's non greasy, odorless, tasteless.”

“Tasteless?” She opened an eye and turned her head to stare up at him.

“Yes tasteless.” He growled. “Now are you going to stop your incessant infernal chattering so I can proceed?”

“Alright. Sorry.” She settled her face back onto her arms. “You don't have to get your knickers in a twist.”

“I'm not wearing my knickers, you are.” He quipped, running his thumbs down the ridges of her spine. “So as I saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, it's odorless and tasteless and yes, as I'm sure you have already surmised, it can be used for less savory purposes.”

“Less savory purposes?” The witch below him snorted. “Don't you mean sex?”

“Of course I mean sex.” He said, working at a particularly tender knot under her shoulder blade. “Haven't a mentioned how much I like to masturbate?”

“You may have said something about it once or twice.” She moaned softly as his hands worked wonders on the sore muscles of her back.

“What was missing.” She muttered softly.

“I beg your pardon.”

He pulled his hands back as she twisted and rolled over beneath him. Lying on her back, her breasts beautifully naked, she stared up at him, her face serious. “What was missing?”

“Missing?” He croaked, confused by her question.

“You said it was a poor copy. What was missing.”

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as he stared down at her. His black eyes bored into hers and she wondered for a moment if he was going to answer. “Your mind.” He breathed hoarsely.

They stayed that way for several minutes, just staring, before they each spoke, interrupting the other, “I would like to....” “Would you......”

“You first.” She whispered.

“I would like very much to kiss you.” He said slowly, his voice barely audible.

The staccato of her heart beat even faster as she nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned over, his long black hair hanging down, and lightly pressed his lips to hers in a lingering kiss. He pulled back, his black eyes searching her face for a reaction. She smiled and ran her thumb along his cheek, down his face to trace along his bottom lip.

“Merlin.” He moaned softly, lowering his head and capturing her lips again, this time more urgently. She whimpered softly as his tongue pressed inside her mouth and danced gracefully against hers. Still kissing, he moved to his side, wrapping his long arms around her tiny frame and pulling her flush against him. His own heart was thudding loudly and his hands seemed to burn with the feel of her skin beneath them. “This is wrong.” He gasped, pulling his lips away from her and pressing his forehead to hers. His chest rose and fell in labored breaths.

“Yes it is.” She panted, her own breathing rapid and gasping.

“You were my student.”

“And you were my patient.”

“We should stop.” He groaned, his fingers running over her flesh in direct opposition to his words.

“I suppose we should.” She nodded, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly,

“Mmmmm.” He leaned forward and captured her lips in another passionate kiss. “Uggggg.” He growled, pulling away. “We really should stop. This is a mistake.”

“A terrible mistake. Huge.” She agreed, running her hand along his shoulders and down to his chest.

“Then why does it feel so bloody good?”

“I don't know.” She whispered, placing soft kisses on his neck and his shoulders. “But it does feel good.”

“Too fucking good.” He growled, peppering her face with tiny kisses. “And bloody hell I don't want to stop.”

“Neither do I.” She moaned as his lips and tongue worked their way down her neck; kissing, biting, teasing. “But what will people think?”

“I don't really care. I've wanted you for too long.”

“Then I don't care either.” She whispered against his lips.

“You want me?” He pulled back to stare into her face, his eyes searching, his expression betraying his insecurity. “I'm not a good man Hermione. I have.........issues, problems. You more then anyone should know that.”

“I do know that Severus.” She sighed, running her hand down his taut abdomen. “And I still want you. I guess I have for a while now, I just wasn't willing to admit it.”

“Oh fuck.” He gasped looking down at her hand sliding up and down the velvet skin of his cock.

“You weren't exaggerating where you?” She said, staring down as she ran her thumb across the soft tip.

“It's not really in my nature to exaggerate.” He said, his voice strained.

“You're so hard.” She whispered, watching his face as she squeezed and stroked him.

“I feel like I'm going to explode. What are you doing?” He asked as she grabbed the bottle of lubrication and poured some in the palm of her hand.

“Testing your stamina.”

“Uhhhh.” He panted heavily as he lifted his head to watch her tiny hand glide up and down the flesh of his cock. He struggled to keep his eyes open and to hold back unmanly whimpers as waves of pleasure radiated from his cock to his stomach and out to his limbs. “Oh fuck you are driving me mad.” He mumbled as she moved her slick hand over the sensitive head, drawing him closer and closer to release. His head fell back and his hips thrust reflexively into her fist.

Heat pulsed in Hermione's core as she watched the play of responses dance across her Potion Master's face. She knew he was struggling to hold back, making her all the more determined to make him lose control. Moving her hand down, she gently tugged and squeezed his balls, thrilling as he groaned softly and twisted his hands into the messy sheets. Placing her hand back on the surprisingly velvet skin of his cock, she squeezed gently while stroking her hand up and down the shaft and across the head. An almost orgasmic shiver raced through her when he groaned deep in his throat and his lips turned up in a very familiar sneer. His whole body shuddered and his cock stiffened in her hand. Another thrill shot through her when his back arched and he cried out, hot come splashing on her stomach, wrist and hand.

'I made Professor Snape come. I touched his cock and I made him come.' Raced madly through her mind as she held his softening member and watched his chest rise and fall in great shuddering breaths. Glancing up to his face, she saw that he was watching her carefully, a wary expression on his face. She smiled reassuringly and ran her hand across his stomach.

“I want to be the only one that gets to see that look on your face from now on.” She said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Are we being a bit possessive?” He chuckled, reaching down to pull her into his arms.

She pushed herself up against his chest and stared into his face. “I mean it, Severus. No Witches, no Muggles. Just me. I hated hearing about you and all those other woman.”

“Are you saying I've acted like a slut?” He teased, a smirk curling up the corners of his mouth as she glared at him. “I don't have any problem with that.” He chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. “No problem with that at all.” He pressed his lips tenderly to hers. “I only want you.” She squealed when he wrapped his arms around her and flipped her on her back, “Only Hermione.” He whispered hoarsely as he trailed his lips over her skin. She whimpered softly when he wrapped his hand around her breast and lowered his mouth to her nipple, teasing and flicking at it with his tongue.

“Severus.” She hissed, arching her back and tangling her fingers into his long black hair as he continued to work his way down her body, licking, biting, nibbling his way across her naked flesh. She opened her eyes and watched him carefully as he hooked his fingers into the waist band of his boxers shorts and slowly slid them down her legs.

“Oh Merlin.” He sighed softly as he settled himself between her legs and placed feather light kisses along the inside of her thighs. She shivered and shook when he rubbed his nose against the soft, wet curls between her legs.

“Oh Severus.” She cried out loudly when he opened her folds with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center, circling her clit gently with his tongue. “Oh that feels so good.” She hissed as he laved and licked her most intimate area. It was her turn now to grip the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Lifting her head, she gazed down at the man between her legs, a thrill ran through her when she met his black eyes staring up at her, watching as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as the ball of tension inside her belly grew larger and larger, threatening to engulf her. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” She called out loudly as her eyes closed and lights flashed behind her eyelids. Trembling and twitching, she gasped for air as he lovingly kissed and nuzzled her wet sex, waiting as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. She opened her eyes when she felt his weight shift on the bed. He balanced himself above her, the tip of his cock pressing against her wet center.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, his normally stoic face a mask of fear and insecurity. “Are you sure you want this?”

“More then anything.” She said firmly, reaching up to brush away the dark curtain of his hair. “I want you Severus Snape. Make love to me, please.”
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