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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- 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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“What about Dennis Creevey?” Hermione said, looking up from her book to stare at the dark haired man seated next to her on the couch.

“Isn't he the little twit who fell out of the boat his first day at Hogwarts?” Severus asked, turning the page of potions journal he was reading.

“Well he was eleven then. He's a grown man now and quite a good counselor He's very well respected.”

“Hmmmm. I refuse to entrust my emotional well being to an idiot too stupid to keep his arse in a bloody moving boat.” He lifted her feet from his lap and set his journal on the table next to the sofa. She watched with narrowed eyes as he made his third trip to the loo.

“Theodore Nott?” She asked when he had returned to his place and returned her feet to his lap.

“Not bloody likely.” He snorted, opening his magazine and rattling the pages derisively.

“He's a Slytherin.”

“Which explains my answer.”

“Alicia Spinnet?”

“Gryffindor Quidditch player turned counselor? I don't think so.” He sighed, pushing her legs aside and standing up again.

“You're being impossible. You know that don't you?” She called after him as he slammed the door to the loo.

“You have to chose someone.” She said, lifting her legs up when he returned to his seat. She watched with a critical eye as his hand shook when he picked the journal. “Did you hear me?”

“I heard you Hermione. Just like I've heard you the last 20 times we've discussed this.”

“I'm only mentioning it because it's going to be a tad difficult for us to maintain a relationship if you're in Azkaban.”

“I'm not going to Azkaban.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose wearily.

“You might if you don't get off your arse and chose another counselor. They've already sent me three memos.”

“They are all my former students. It's.....disturbing.”

“I was your student.”

“That's different.” He said, reaching over to run his finger across her knee. “It was you. Truth be told I just wanted to be near you, I didn't give a wit about the reason why when I chose you as my counselor.”

“You mean you didn't pick me for my counseling abilities?”

“No.” He shook his head thoughtfully. “More for your tits actually.”

“Ugggh.” She groaned, rolling her eyes. “You are impossible. Absolutely bloody impossible. Fine. What about Gerald Jeffery? He's older.”

“And he's a git.” Snape snorted. “I went to school with him Hermione, he's a complete tosser. I wouldn't trust him to fix my sink, let alone pour out my soul to him. Bloody hell.” He growled, tossing his journal aside and rising quickly. She watched as he stalked his way to the loo and slammed the door.

“Here.” She said, holding up a potion vial when he returned to his seat.

“What's that.” He snarled, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“It's something to settle your stomach and to help with some of your physical discomfort. Take it.”

“I don't want it.” He growled, rattling the pages of his journal.

“I don't care. You've been to the loo five times since I've been here. Your hands are shaking and it's clear you have diarrhea. Stop being so bloody proud Severus and take it. It will help, I promise.”

“And I've told you I don't want it.” He tossed the magazine roughly to the floor. “Bloody hell woman, you aren't my counselor anymore, can't you just leave it alone.”

“You're right I'm not your counselor anymore.” She yelled angrily. “I'm more. As your counselor I was willing to let you act like a stubborn fool and suffer unnecessarily. Now I'm the woman who cares about you and I'll be damned if I'll sit by and watch you suffer. So drink the bloody potion. For fuck's sake Severus, why are you being so bloody stubborn? Why won't you take it?”

“I know the ingredients in that particular potion. I was something of a Potion Master or perhaps you've already forgotten that?” He glared at her sarcastically. “There are ingredients in there that make me feel foggy, they muddle my mind. I don't want it.”

“Oh and drinking half a gallon of Old Ogden's leaves you sharp as a tack I suppose?” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Don't you think I know that you wouldn't want anything that might effect you cognitive abilities? Don't you think that when I brewed this potion, specifically for you, I made sure to account for that fact?”

“What do you mean 'specifically for me'? You brewed this yourself?”

“Of course I did.” She sighed. “And quite successfully I might add. I'm a rather gifted brewer, if I do say so myself.”

“Well of course you are, you had an amazing teacher.” He snorted. “Why didn't you tell me you brewed this yourself?”

“You never asked. Severus, part of your issues, part of what I was trying to address with you is your inability to trust. I needed you to trust me enough to tell me why you didn't want to take the potion. Now you have and I understand your concerns. And I can assure you, there is nothing in here that will leave you feeling lethargic or muddled. It will only help with your stomach upset and resulting symptoms. Now for fucks sake, will you trust me and take the bloody potion. Please.”

“Merlin you are annoying.” He snarled, snatching the vial out of her hand. Flicking off the lid, he sniffed bottle carefully. Tossing his head back, he drank it down and held the empty vial out to her. He was shocked when the grinding, watery feeling in his bowels instantly vanished.

“Feeling better?” She asked, a knowing smirk on her lips.

“I suppose.” He mumbled, reaching down to retrieve his journal, glad that the horrible cramping in his stomach had vanished as well. “Now will you stop your incessant chattering so I can finish reading this article?”

“Of course, Severus.” She smiled, opening her book and finding her place again. They read together in silence, Hermione soon losing herself in her novel. She raised her eyes when she felt his warm hand reach under her trouser leg and wrap around her ankle. He had laid his journal aside and was watching her carefully, his thumb gently caressing her skin. “Did you finish your article?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mmm hmm.” He grunted, running his hand further up her leg and pulling gently.

“What are you doing Severus?”

“Apologizing.” He whispered, taking her book from her and setting it aside. He grabbed her hand and tugged, guiding her onto his lap. “I don't mean to be so snarky.” He sighed heavily, laying his head on her shoulder. “I just hate this. All of it. I hate that I don't feel well. I hate that I'm expected to pour my heart and soul out to some former dunderheaded student. I hate that I can't do magic or brew potions; that all I can do is putter around this ridiculous house, craving a drink and waiting for you to leave work so I can see you. This is not who I am. I am productive. I invent spells, I perfect potions and I can do neither of those things and it's driving me mad. I feel..............” he paused, clearing his throat uncomfortably. “I feel weak, useless. Like I am less of a man, less of a Wizard. And I'm terrified that you will start thinking less of me as well.”

“Severus stop.” She said, pressing her hand against his cheek, lifting his face so she could stare deep into his eyes. “I could never think less of you. Magic or not, you are Severus Snape, the most powerful Wizard I know. And you will get your wand back and you will get your license back. You just have to play nice and do what the ministry wants.”

“I don't want to play nice.” He groaned, burying his face against her neck and sighing heavily. “I don't like playing nice.”

“I know you don't.” She placed her hand on his head, caressing his hair. “But it's what you have to do. Just think ahead, when you are done and you have your wand back in your hand and your potions license back on the wall and you can do anything you want.”

He snorted in amusement. “I could vanish our clothes and we would be pressed naked together.”

“Is that all you want?” She giggled.

“At the moment.”

“Shall I do the honors?” She asked.

“Do you know how?” He drawled sarcastically.

“Hmmm. A simple vanishing spell?” She waved her hand and smiled as their clothes disappeared, leaving flesh against flesh. “I think I can manage it.”

“Mmmmm wandless and nonverbal. Sexy.” He growled, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tightly.

“I had good teachers.” She moaned as he trailed his lips down her neck.

“I can see that.” He pressed his lips to hers while his thumb grazed across her nipple.

“Wanna see another trick?” She mumbled against his lips.

“Absolutely. Amaze me.” His baritone voice sent shivers down her spine. He chuckled darkly when she raised her hand and a bottle of his lubrication flew across the room to slap into her hand. “Now what are we going to do with that, I wonder?”

“Well..........” She said flushing pink. “There's something I can't stop thinking about. Something you said in our first session. When you said..........when you told me you liked to........when you said how often you...........”

“Masturbate.” He purred in her ear, drawing out the word.

“Yes...... that. Well I was thinking......I was wondering.......would you? What I mean to say, is I'd like to........Oh buggar.” She frowned. “Just forget I said anything. It's a crazy idea anyway.”

“Don't do that. Tell me what you want, Hermione.”

“I was wondering if I could watch, while you.........” Her voice trailed off again.

“Mmmmmm.” He moaned, his lips tickling her cheek. “So you want to watch your Professor touch his cock. What a filthy little mind you have Ms. Granger. I had no idea you could be so perverse.”

“I know.” She blushed crimson. “Just forget it. It's mental, I know.”

“On the contrary. I find it remarkably erotic.” He said, pushing her off his lap. “Now go sit over there you naughty little Gryffindor, so you can watch your Professor properly.” His eyes followed her as she moved to sit next to him on the sofa. Spreading his legs, he ran his left hand up his thighs and gently cupped his balls. “Very good. Now will you do the honors.” He held out his right hand out, palm up.

Struggling to keep her hand from shaking, Hermione opened the bottle and poured a small about of lubrication into his hand.

“Excellent.” He groaned, reaching down and lightly wrapping his fist around his hardening cock. He chuckled darkly at the soft hiss that escaped her lips as he slowly moved his hand up and down, squeezing himself gently. Resting his head against the back of the sofa, he turned his head to the side and watched her watching him, her eyes wide and eager. “Tell me something Ms. Granger.” He groaned. “When you were in my classroom, did you ever have any inappropriate thoughts about me?”

She blushed and nodded her head slowly, her eyes glued on the hand gliding up and down.

“Mmmmm.” He moaned happily. “Were they perhaps sexual in nature?”

She glanced quickly up at his face before nodding again.

“Would you tell me one?” He groaned, his voice low and sexy. “Please.” He added when she looked hesitant .

“We're in class.” She whispered softly, her eyes flicking between his face and his stroking hand. “And I'm at a table by myself, working on the assigned potion. You come up behind me and I can feel you, just standing there, watching me.”

“Mmmm. Do I say anything?”

“Not then.” Heat pooled in her center as she watched him rub his thumb across the head of his cock. “You just stand there, making me nervous, watching me, making me want you.” Her voice fell off as he stroked himself rapidly, then slowed again.

“Continue Ms Granger. Are there other students in the classroom?” His professorial tone combined with the amazing sight of him naked, stroking his cock made her heart pound and her breath catch in her throat.

“Yes. But they are working and they aren't paying us any attention. You lean over me and I can feel you against my back. “'Too much armadillo bile.' You say.” He snorted softly at her lowered voice imitation of him. “It's the amount you said to use, Professor Snape, I answer back. 'Did you include an anticlockwise stir?' You ask. 'I'm quite sure I did, Sir.'”

“So you're cheeky to me even in your fantasies.” Severus groaned, his hand squeezing gently while running up and down his cock.

“My heart is pounding as you press even closer to me, I can feel you hard against my back. I gasp as your hand settles on my waist 'Class dismissed' you sneer, 'but not you Ms. Granger. You will need to remain after class for your punishment'.” He moaned softly, his hand moving faster as her story progressed. “We watch as the class files out. Your hand moves to my stomach, creeping lower and lower until you are raising my skirt. 'Time for your punishment, Ms. Granger.' You say as your long fingers slip into my knickers seeking out my wetness.”

“You're wet for me.” He growled, his words neither statement nor question, his hand moving fast across his cock.

“So wet. Your fingers are stroking my clit and your lips are pressed against my neck. I can feel that you're hard. Hard for me, wanting me. 'I am tired of your back talk and cheek Ms. Granger.' You say. 'Shall I make you scrub cauldrons for your punishment or perhaps I should just fuck you instead. Speak up Ms. Granger. Would you like me to fuck you?' 'Please Sir.' I gasp and you grab me, spinning me around and lifting me onto the table. Your black eyes stare down at me as you rip my knickers off, exposing me to you. My insides burn as you straighten up and drop your robes to the floor. I watch as you slowly unbutton your frock coat one tiny button at a time. You drop it to the floor and stand before me in just your white shirt sleeves. I almost come as you slowly reach for your belt, teasing, tormenting me. Then you are there, your cock plunging into me, fucking me, making me scream.”

“You like my cock fucking you, don't you.” His voice sounding strained as his hand flew across his cock in a blur.

“I love your cock fucking me.” Hermione whispered, watching his face and his hand with fascination.

“Fuck.” He grunted, turning to look at her wildly. “Lie down, on your back. Now.” He half rose, bracing one knee on the edge of the sofa as she wiggled into a prone position. “Mmmmmm yes, just like that.” He mumbled, hovering above her as he resumed his frantic stroking, his cock aimed at her chest. “I'm going to come and I'm going to do it all over your pretty little tits. Oh fuck.” He roared louder then he ever had before as hot come splashed across her breasts and her stomach. To Hermione he'd never looked more beautiful then he did at the moment, his face contorted with pleasure as he cried out in ecstasy and relief.

His arms trembled as he slowly lowered himself next to her on the sofa. Breathing heavily he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her across his lap and cuddling her to his chest. “That was............” He trailed off, no words could describe what he felt at the moment.

“So I take it my potion helped.” She giggled softly. “You're feel better.”

“Obviously.” He muttered slowly. “I shall never doubt your potion making ability again.” He sighed and kissed her tenderly on the side of her head, squeezing her tightly. “I'm very glad I was never aware of your sexual proclivities whilst I was your Professor.”

“Why's that?” She asked, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“I don't think I could have controlled myself. I might have done something very foolish and very reckless that might have endangered us both.” He gazed down at her, his face peaceful and relaxed, his fingers trailing down her thigh to rub gently between her legs. She spread her legs, opening herself wide for him.

“So what about you?” She gasped softly as he slowly pressed a long finger into her wet core. “Do you have any fantasies you like to act out?”

“Mmmmm.” He chuckled, thrusting his finger into her as his thumb gently caressed her sensitive clit. “I just did.”
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