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Dream Come True	By : firemaiden04 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nobody at Hogwarts had ever doubted that Hermione Granger was an unusually diligent and talented witch, though certain persons would likely choose to add the adjectives “arrogant,” “know-it-all,” “stuck-up,” and “pompous” to a detailed description of her character. She would be an incurable workaholic as an adult, but as a student she was absolutely addicted to her studying and schoolwork.

So it was with bewildered mystification that her close friends had observed her unusual behavior over the last week. She was absent-minded and distracted, and for several days in a row she had disappeared during free time and couldn’t be found in the Gryffindor common room, the library, or the Great Hall. She had also been somewhat distant during classes, and her hand shot into the air much less frequently than usual. Already this week, two of her professors had pulled her aside privately and, concerned, had asked if she was feeling all right.

And now it was Friday afternoon, and it was once again time for her Potions class.

Her mouth twitched into a smile as she remembered the class last week. She’d been nervous and jumpy, filled with confusion about those damned dreams, and completely and illogically mortified every time she felt Snape’s eyes on her.

Now, this week, she was once again nervous and jumpy, but for a completely different reason. The dreams had not stopped—if anything, they were becoming more kinky and intense. But they were nothing when compared to real life.

She felt rather than saw or heard him enter the dungeon, and she stared into her empty cauldron and did her best to suppress the grin that insisted in flirting with her mouth. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping a straight face.

There was the usual collective silence as everyone waited for Snape to give the assignment for the class. Then, “Well? What are you waiting for? Start preparing the Impassioning Potion!”

The room was instantly filled with scuffling and shuffling as everyone hurriedly collected the necessary ingredients. Hermione inhaled deeply and began her own ingredient prep as best she could, still refusing to look directly at Snape, though she could feel his eyes glued to her.

He started slowly moving around the chamber, looking over shoulders and giving harsh criticism whenever the mood struck him. Hermione’s cauldron was in the front of the dungeon, all the way to the left, where she was partially hidden from view of the rest of the class by a large, heavy wooden table and an abutment of stone jutting from the dungeon wall.

Snape saved her for last, and she fairly trembled as he walked around the table and stopped behind her left shoulder, in the corner made by the abutment and the wall. She waited, shivering with anticipation for what he would say.

Finally, he spoke, in words so soft that she could barely hear them.

“You haven’t looked at me once this afternoon, Miss Granger.”

She bit her lip and felt a hot rush at the low, seductive sound of his voice.

“Perhaps you should look at me now, Hermione.”

A shudder wracked her, and she immediately laid down her silver knife and turned, raising her eyes to his.

He instantly took her hand and quickly pulled her into the corner, hidden from any of the other students. He swiftly pulled her against him and lowered his lips to hers, overwhelming her with the slow, searing heat of his mouth. She couldn’t help but moan softly at the sensation, even with the knowledge that they were in serious danger of being seen or heard.

He slowly pulled his mouth away from hers and gazed down into her face, absorbing her flushed cheeks, swollen, slightly parted lips, and heavy-lidded eyes that were dark with intensity. She was breathing heavily and seemed unsteady on her feet, so he hesitated to release her completely from his embrace.

Instead, he rotated them so that her back was against the wall in the corner. He gently pushed her against it, then quickly peeked around the abutment to ensure that all the students were appropriately absorbed in their work. He turned back to Hermione, softly biting her ear and stroking one hand in between her breasts, down her abdomen, and beneath her skirt. The first feel of his warm fingers sliding between her swollen lips made Hermione jerk against his hand, and she gazed at him with eyes that were filled with equal amounts lust and alarm.

“I need you so much, Hermione,” he whispered against her neck. She gasped and squirmed against him as his merciless fingers stroked and teased. “Don’t leave after class. Please.”

She nodded, and helplessly buried her face into his chest to smother her pleading cries.

He could tell she was swiftly approaching her climax, but he withdrew her hand and gave her one last lingering kiss before turning and resuming his slow pace around the dungeon, extraordinarily thankful that his enveloping robes hid any trace of the enormous erection he was currently sporting.

Hermione couldn’t concentrate on anything she did for the rest of the class, and her resulting Impassioning Potion was a miserable failure. She loitered in her cleanup afterwards, and finally the last students had left the room. The heavy door boomed as it slammed behind them.

Snape immediately pulled his wand out of his robes and cast a locking charm on the door, and then Hermione had hurled herself across the room and into his arms, and he dropped the wand and forgot about everything in the world except for her.

“My God, I didn’t think I could wait for them to leave,” he gasped, fumbling at the buttons on the front of her robe as he nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear.

Hermione shivered against him as tingles rushed up and down her spine. She clutched at the front of his robes, then moved her hands downward and began to clumsily unclasp his belt.

Snape pushed the robe from her shoulders, then lifted her bodily and set her on the edge of his desk, legs apart and skirt hiked up. One hand slowly stroked up her thigh and gently grasped her white lace panties, then pulled them down her legs. He let them drop on the floor, then spread her legs open wide. He briefly traced one finger along her slit, and he closed his eyes briefly and inhaled.

“You are absolutely fucking dripping, do you know that?” he queried, arching one eyebrow. Hermione shifted against him as he leaned forward for a deep, searing kiss. He pulled away, eyes smoldering as he gazed at her, then, to her surprise, he dropped to his knees and began to trace kisses from her knee upwards.

Hermione shivered again, and each hand gripped the edge of the desk firmly as she waited breathlessly for him to reach her center. But Snape was intent on more than just immediate satisfaction, teasing her by skipping over her very wet slit and tracing kisses down the other thigh. Then he moved back up again, but still he wouldn’t touch her where she needed it the most, licking everywhere but there. She gave a moan of frustration and rotated her hips, attempting to force him to go where she wanted. Snape made a muffled noise against her, then his two hands came up to her waist and pinned her down flat against the table. She gasped, unable to move, as he continued his teasing torture.

Finally, his tongue stroked up between her lips and ended at her clit. With a wild cry, she surged against him, hands moving to clutch at his hair. Everything was so much more sensitive from his teasing. But he was ready to give her what she wanted, and he licked and sucked with abandon. “My God, Hermione, you taste so fucking incredible,” he growled against her, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue. He removed one hand from her waist and stroked one finger inside of her. He pumped her slowly at first, then sped up, adding another finger and rotating so that he hit a spot inside of her that made her clench. She couldn’t bite back the noises coming from her throat. His tongue found the perfect spot, the one that made her tense and throb and shake, and he suckled at her more firmly as he pumped his fingers into her even harder. It was enough to send her crashing into climax; her body arched and she screamed as he stimulated her even harder, refusing to back off until she was weak and sated before him.

Before Hermione could recover her wits, he had pulled the rest of her clothes off and was climbing over her, completely naked and fully erect. He settled on top of her and gently grasped one thigh, pulling it high against his waist. With the other hand he reached down and slowly stroked himself against her. The heat of his erection against her wet slit was astonishing, and she rotated her hips upward, wanting him to enter her.

“Not just yet, Hermione,” he growled, stilling her hips. He continued to stroke himself against her, torturing her and making her writhe beneath him. Finally, even he couldn’t hold out anymore, and he positioned himself and slid smoothly inside her.

They both cried out at the sensation. She was incredibly tight and wet, and he was incredibly hot and hard, and for a moment it was totally overwhelming for both of them. Hermione firmly wrapped both her legs around his waist as he began to pump himself in and out of her, slowly at first, then increasing until he was hammering into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounding around the room. Hermione was helplessly moaning beneath him, hands clutching at his shoulders, his waist, his forearms, his back, nails scratching against him. Snape groaned, jaw tensing as he felt her begin to clench.

“That’s right, Hermione,” he growled. “Come all over me.”

Hermione gasped as she felt the sensation begin to coil inside of her.

“That’s it. Come for me now. Do it. I want it,”

With a wail, Hermione came, throbbing against him, her cunt impossibly tight.

“Oh, God,” Snape gasped, unable to hold out any longer, “I’m coming…fuck…” and he buried his face into her hair, shaking as he came inside of her.

They lay there a moment, sticky and sweaty, before Snape lifted himself onto his elbows and smiled down at Hermione’s flushed, sated face. “I’m never going to be able to sit at this desk again without getting hard,” he noted.

Hermione grinned beneath him. “I should hope not.”

Snape sighed as he climbed off the desk and began to put his clothes back on. “There’s another class here in half an hour, or I’d be tempted to stay here for the rest of the day,” he confessed, glancing at Hermione’s glistening naked body as she sat up.

“There’s got to be some place in this castle where we wouldn’t have to worry about things like this,” she said, pulling on her skirt and underwear.

Snape paused in buttoning his shirt, and he turned to Hermione with a grin. “I’m rather surprised you didn’t think of it first, as smart as you are,” he teased.

Hermione glanced at him, puzzled, then brightened. “My God, of course,” she exclaimed, “why didn’t we think of it before?”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure we were thinking of other things.” He picked her robe up and handed it to her before adding, “we’d best hurry up here, before some overeager student comes down. But I think we’ve got other plans to make.”
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