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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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Severus pinched the bridge of his nose as a tense silence settled over the dining room. The rage he had felt just a few moments ago had been quickly replaced by guilt at the sound of breaking glass on her dining room floor. He stared down at the table as she stood and slowly began to clear the table, carrying plates and half full serving dishes into the kitchen. He didn't know how to put into words the feelings he'd been having all day. The itch he couldn't scratch, a hunger he couldn't satisfy, a thirst that couldn't be quenched. He didn't know how to tell her how his skin crawled, making him feel jumpy and irritable. That no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't distract himself, he couldn't think or focus his attention on anything. In the past he would have broken down and had a drink, anything to take the edge off, but he didn't want to let her down, to disappoint her. He wanted to prove to her that he could do this, he didn't have to drink. He snorted softly, running his hand across his face. He hadn't even wanted to masturbate; he'd started to, but stopped, feeling as though he was taking something from her, sitting in his parlor in the middle of the afternoon stroking his cock. Sighing he stared down at the broken glass and spilled Pumpkin juice seeping into her rug.

Hermione stood at the kitchen sink carefully washing the dinner dishes. She could have taken care of them with one wave of her wand, but she had always enjoyed doing things the muggle way, and it gave her a chance to calm her emotions. Better still, it gave him a chance to cool down as well. She would have washed the dishes by hand no matter what. Because he was there. She'd found herself refraining from using magic whenever he was around. There was no point in rubbing it in his face that she could do magic while he couldn't and she didn't want him to feel any worse then he already did.

She blinked her eyes rapidly, cursing the prickle of tears that burned her eyes. He'd snapped at her, so what? It was certainly not the first time that had ever happened and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. Severus Snape lashed out when he was feeling overwhelmed by his emotions and she knew that. She doubted that would ever change. If she planned on loving him and being a part of his life, it was something she would have to accept. She knew he wasn't really angry, if he were he would have already left, storming out the door in a fit of rage. But he was still there, sitting quietly in the dining room, struggling with whatever it was he was feeling.

So why did she feel so hurt? Why was she taking this so personally? 'Because I want him to just be happy. I'm happy, so he should just be happy too. Oh bloody hell.' She chastised herself. 'I'm as bad as any simpering enabler I've ever treated. Thinking I should just be able to 'fix' him with my love. How pathetic. The man has problems, real problems that aren't going to just disappear overnight. We shouldn't even be involved in a relationship.' She pushed that thought away as quickly as it entered her mind. 'We can work this out, together. I know we can. I won't give him up. I can't.'

She paused, listening as he stepped wordlessly into the kitchen. She heard him open the pantry door, remove something and step silently from the room again. In the other room, she could hear him carefully sweeping up the broken glass. A wry smile curled her lips. There was really no way to properly clean the broken glass and stain without magic; but his attempt to clean up the mess was his way of trying to set things right again, to let her know he was sorry for his outburst.

She was rinsing the dishes when he deposited the broken glass into the bin and returned the broom and dustpan to the pantry. She listened as he carried the bin out the back door and returned, placing it back in it's corner before leaving the room again. Drying her hands, she stopped at the medicine cabinet to retrieve a bottle of headache potion. She was surprised to find the dining room and parlor empty and quiet. Taking a moment to wave her wand over the rug, she vanished the stain and any remaining glass particles before making her way down the hall to her bedroom.

He was lying across her bed, one arm flung over his eyes, the other resting on his stomach.

“Are the cravings particularly bad today?” She asked softly.

He moved his hand to massage his forehead and nodded his head slowly, his face looking worn and tired.

“Here.” He glanced up as she stepped forward and held the potion bottle out to him. Flicking off the lid, he sniffed it and drank it down without argument.

“Thank you.” He whispered, his voice barely audible. “I cleaned up the glass as best I could, but you'll probably want to.......”

“Already sorted out.” She said, taking his offered hand and letting him pull her down next to him on the bed.

“I really am sorry, Hermione.” He said, his lips pressed against her hair. “I don't mean to lash out like that, it's just......”

“Shhhh. You're having a bad day. It happens.”

“Yeah.” His response a breathy, almost sob. He squeezed her tightly, hugging her to him. She laid her head on his chest and rubbed his stomach with her hand.

“Feeling better?”

“I am now.” He sighed. “All day, I haven't been able to concentrate or focus. My mind it's all over the place. It makes me feel......”

“Did you try masturbating? You said that helped before.”

“I tried, but I couldn't.” He snorted out a wry laugh.

“Couldn't? What do you mean you couldn't?” She lifted herself up to stare at him.

“It just didn't seem right. I wanted to be with you. Make love to you.” He pressed his hand to her cheek and chuckled at the confused look on her face. “I knew I was seeing you tonight. What if I spent the afternoon wanking and then we wanted to.......and I couldn't.........?”

“Has that ever happened to you before?”

“Well.....no. But I am 43 Hermione. I'm not as young as I used to be.”

“Oh pish posh Severus.” She sighed, laying her head back down on his chest. “And so what if we couldn't make love tonight. Do you think I only want you for your cock?” She waited for him to say something. Raising her head again she glared at him. “You do think that. Severus Snape I like you for far more then just your cock. I can assure you of that.”

“I can't imagine why.”

“Oh you.” She said, slapping him lightly on the stomach.

He chuckled low in his throat, the vibration tickling her ear. He sighed and she could feel the relaxation wash over him.

“Tell me a fantasy, Severus.” She whispered against his stomach, her fingers drawing patterns across his white shirt.

“What kind of a fantasy?”

“One about us of course. Something from Hogwarts, you know, dashing Professor takes naughty schoolgirl.”

“What makes you think I fantasized about you while you were my student? What do you take me for, some sort of a pervert?”

She raised her head slowly and narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you never, ever, ever had any sexual thoughts about me while I was in school? No fantasies about me whatsoever?”

“Mmmmm.” His lips curled up in a teasing grin. “Alright, perhaps I did. After your 6^th year when you developed this luscious bum and these gorgeous tits.” He ran his hand across the mentioned body parts.

“Tell me one.”

“Okay.” He sighed. “I'm sitting at my desk and you are standing before me, held back once again for your inability to keep that lovely mouth of yours shut and disrupting my class.”

“Oh you.” She teased, pinching his side. “Wait. I just had an idea.” He watched as she sat up and reached for her wand on the bedside table. “Close your eyes.” She whispered an incantation he didn't recognize and he could feel the familiar flow of magic surround his body. “Okay. Open your eyes.”

He blinked and swiveled his head, looking around himself. He was seated behind his desk in his classroom at Hogwarts. Reaching out, he ran his hand across his desk, it was solid, but it didn't feel like normal wood grain. Glancing down at himself, he could see he was dressed in his black teaching robes, but again, the material was lighter, flimsier then his actual garments. He closed his eyes and could feel his body still lying in a prone position on Hermione's bed, but when he opened them he could feel himself seated upright in his chair.

“It's just an illusion.” She laughed at the shocked look on his face. He looked up and his cock twitched at the sight of her standing in front of his desk. Her hair was still short, but she was dressed in her Hogwarts school uniform right down to the knee socks. “I'll explain later. Don't try to analyze it too closely. Just accept what your mind, eyes and body are telling you. We are at Hogwarts and you are seated behind your desk in the dungeons. “Okay, let's start.” She bowed her head demurely and folded her hands. “You wanted to see me Professor Snape?” She asked innocently.

An almost sinister smirk curled up the corners of his lips, before he schooled his features into his “Professor face”. Pulling a piece of parchment towards him on the desk, he carefully inked a quill and wrote across it in his tiny, spidery handwriting. He could see her shifting anxiously from one foot to the other as he kept her waiting. Looking up, he snarled at her in his rich baritone. “Once again Mrs. Granger you have spoken out of turn and disrupted my class. As I have said before, I will say again, do you take pride in being an insufferable know it all? Has it escaped your attention that there are other students in this class room who might like to learn? Who might require my attention besides yourself?” He looked up at her and slowly slid the parchment to the edge of the desk.

“I'm sorry Professor Snape.” She whispered, reaching out to take the paper. Her eyes widened and a smile lifted her lips as she read what he had written.

“Something amusing?” He barked.

“No. Sir.” She gasped, shaking her head and staring back down at her feet.

“I have taken away house points, issued detentions, assigned every punishment within my arsenal. Is there no way to stop your incessant chattering and insolent back chat?”

“Perhaps if you put your cock in my mouth, Sir.” She whispered, lifting her eyes to glance nervously up at him, before gazing back down at her feet.

“What did you say Mrs. Granger?” He growled, glaring at her even as his erection threatened to burst from his trousers.

“If you let me suck your cock, Professor Snape, I wouldn't be able to talk.”

“No you wouldn't.” He hissed, slowly pushing himself back in his chair and swiveling the seat sideways. She remained standing before his desk, wringing her hands nervously in front of her. “Well get on with it silly girl, I haven't got all day.” He barked, leaning back in seat and spreading his legs wide. He had to struggle not to moan as she hurried around his desk and dropped to her knees before him. Reaching down, he quickly unfastened the bottom few buttons of his frock coat, pulling it open to reveal his straining trouser front to her.

Black eyes watched as she reached out with trembling hands and slowly slid his belt free of the buckle. His cock twitched in eager anticipation as she slowly unhooked his trousers and pulled the zipper down. His heart pounded in his chest and he had to bite down hard on his lip to keep quiet, when her warm hand reached inside his pants and gently pulled his straining member free of it's fabric restraints. Gazing up at him from beneath her lashes, she slowly leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. A muffled “Ompff” escaped him as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the velvety head.

Her tiny hands gripped his thighs as she worked her way up and down his cock, licking, teasing and sucking. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth fell open with a groan as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat.

“Bloody hell, Ms. Granger.” He croaked, pressing his hand gently to the side of her head. “Keep that up and I just might give you back all the points you've cost your house this semester. Uhhhh fuck.” He hissed, as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, teasing and circling the tip with her tongue before taking him back into her hot, wet mouth. Her amber brown eyes met his as she wrapped her hand around his spit slick cock and stroked, drawing him closer and closer to completion.

“Your mouth Ms. Granger, not your hand.” He growled, his hands clutching the arms of his chair in a death grip as he struggled to keep his hips still. “You're meant to be sucking my cock, not giving me a hand job and I fully intend to come inside your insolent little mouth.”

“Yes Professor Snape.” She murmured, her lips pressed against the head of his cock, making his toes curl and his balls ache. He groaned low in his throat and his hips lifted off the seat as she slowly lowered her mouth down onto his cock and pulled back, licking and sucking. A strange sensation came over him when he closed his eyes; he could feel himself lying on her bed, could feel her kneeling beside him, but when he opened his eyes, he was seated in his chair with her kneeling between his legs, her mouth working wonders on his aching cock. A flash of deep admiration washed over him. She was truly a talented witch to perform such complex magic. The sharp pleasure of her glorious mouth sucking the head of his cock drew him quickly back to the immediate situation. He was going to come, soon and hard.

Still fighting the urge to thrust up with his hips; this was Hermione Granger, not some paid whore, he rested his hands gently on the sides of her head and watched with wonder as she moved her mouth up and down his cock, her tongue licking and circling in the most marvelous way. His breathing grew labored and his balls drew up hard against his body as the tension inside his body erupted, shooting out the end of his cock in thick jets. “Uhhhhhhhhh.” He hissed through gritted teeth as she sucked and swallowed, drinking him down with every jerk of his cock.

Panting he fell back on her bed, staring up at her ceiling, his fingers twisted in her short hair. “That was..........” He gasped as she climbed up his body and rested her head on his chest.

“Did you like it?”

“'Like' doesn't even describe it. What spell was that?”

She giggled musically. “I learned it at a psychology symposium. It's used to put the patient in a surrounding that may frighten them, but in a safe and controlled manner. It appears it works well for sex games too.”

“So it would seem.” He groaned, still basking in the glow of his orgasm. “Next time it's your turn, you get to pick the fantasy.”

“That only seems fair.” She laughed, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
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