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Let me help you	By : mimi1234 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 28088 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Here's chapter 3. Less smut in this one, sorry about that, rest assured though it's pretty much all smut after this. Next chapter should be up tomorrow. Thanks again for the reviews!

Chapter 3

The next evening…

Hermione had barely been able to focus in her lessons today with all the nerves and anticipation running through her body. Thank Merlin she hadn’t had potions today. She wasn’t sure she could have coped sat in a room with Snape for a whole lesson knowing what they had done last night and what she was planning to ask him tonight. In fact she’d not seen him at all today which was probably a good thing, he might have had an opportunity to hand back her robe otherwise and that would scupper all her plans.

She was sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall for dinner. She’d barely eaten any food, there were far too many butterflies flittering around in her stomach. She was intending to go to his office straight after leaving the Great Hall under the pretence of going to the library.

She stayed at the table until enough time had passed that her leaving the table wouldn’t cause any interest or suspicion. Professor Snape hadn’t been sat with the other teachers eating dinner but then she knew he didn’t always make it his habit to do so, as last night had proven. She tried to act natural as she walked out. She wasn’t sure if her feet wanted to speed up so she could find out what he would say quicker or if she wanted to dig her heels in to pro-long the time before mortal embarrassment was hers.

She kept an eye out for anyone passing as she walked down to the dungeons. She supposed it wouldn’t be a totally odd thing for her to be down there though, she was head girl after all, there could have been any number of reasons why she would be heading to Professor Snape’s office. Her breath caught as she turned the corner and saw the door to said office looming at the end of the corridor.

She hesitated for a moment before finding her strength and marching down the corridor. She stopped outside the door and raised her fist to knock before stopping and resting it on the door. Was she really going to do this? She asked herself. She’d made it this far though, there was no turning back. She undid the first 3 buttons on her shirt before determinedly knocking on the door and waiting for an answer.

It was only a few moments before she heard Snape tell her to enter but it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime in which she should have been running back up the corridor if the look on his face, upon realising it was her, was anything to go by.

“Miss Granger. ” He spoke in a grave tone.

His cheeks had reddened slightly in colour and he didn’t seem to be able to meet her eyes. Was he embarrassed she wondered, about what they had done last night? He certainly didn’t seem angry with her. If he was she was sure she would have heard about it by now.

“I left my robe in the store room last night Professor.” She spoke with as much confidence as she could muster.

“Oh right. The door is unlocked you may fetch it.” He said still not looking at her.

She could tell he had been expecting her to say something else; perhaps he thought she had come to shout at him for taking advantage of her last night. He couldn’t have been more wrong though, that was far from what she was feeling about the night before.

She casually walked across his office before entering the store room. She had to play things down for a bit so he wouldn’t suspect anything. Her robe was still there exactly as she had left it. She looked around the room. She supposed she would have to sit in here and sort the bottles until he came in to question why she was taking so long. When that happened she would simply tell him she was finishing her job from last night and then she had no idea where the conversation would turn.

Snape had been sat at his desk when he heard a knock at the door. He sighed, must people interrupt him even when the majority of the castle were still enjoying their dinner. His heart had skipped a beat when he’d seen Hermione walk in. He felt his cheeks grow hot as he remembered their activities last night; she was here to shout at him he was sure, and to tell him what a dirty old man he was. It had been on his mind all day, he was torn by the regret of having abused his position so, but then it had also been so intensely erotic that he’d become hard twice today just thinking about it. He couldn’t look at her. He was sure her skirt was shorter than the one she had been wearing the night before and her shirt had far too many buttons undone to be considered decent.

He felt a small flood of relief as she told him she was here to collect her robe. Thank merlin she hadn’t brought up the night before. She’d collect her robe and leave his office and then he could be alone to deal with the erection he knew he would have if the flashes of memory that her presence stirred up inside him were anything to go by.

Only she wasn’t leaving, she’d been in there over 5 minutes. How long did it take to collect a robe? He got to his feet and walked to the store room. She’d shut the door, now he knew something was odd. He pushed open the door without warning making her startle and turn her head around to look at him.

“Oh Professor you made me jump.” Hermione gasped holding her hand to her chest. She’d had her back to the door sorting out the bottles.

“Why could it possibly be taking so long for you to collect your robe Miss Granger?” He asked as he stormed into the room. “What are you doing?” He questioned when he noticed that she was moving bottles around.

“Sorting out the store cupboard. My detention, remember Sir.” She told him, feigning innocence as she turned to face him.

“Why would you want to come and finish an activity I set you in detention when I never called you back to finish said detention?” He questioned. “You’re up to something Miss Granger.”

“I don’t like to leave things unfinished Sir.” She said, wondering if he’d understand her double meaning. She had no idea where she was getting the nerve to speak to him like this from but she was going to go with it.

“If that is some sort of reference to… to what happened last night.” He looked away from her. He’d wanted to stay off the subject of the previous night’s events and here he was walking straight into her trap.

“Do you think I’m angry at you?” Hermione asked. “I’m not Sir, not at all. I was glad to help you last night.”

“Miss Granger, it was wrong. I was wrong I should never have allowed it to happen.” He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You have every right to report me.”

“You think that’s what I’m planning?” She asked incredulously.

“So you admit that you are planning something.” He said looking up.

“Not that Sir. I wouldn’t report you for what happened. You’d lose your job.” She told him gently.

“Precisely! Isn’t that what you want?” He accused.

“Of course not. But there is something.” She started. “Something I wanted to ask you.”

There was a short pause. He swallowed before answering.

“And what would that be Miss Granger?”

“Well it’s more of a proposition really.” She explained. “I was thinking about how I helped you and well…”

“No.” Snape cut her off mid-sentence and turned back into his office.

“You didn’t even hear what I wanted to ask Sir.” Hermione called as she followed him out of the store cupboard.

“Whatever it is I’m sure no good can come of it.” He told her.

“Come on, after everything I did for you last night you owe it to me to at least hear what I want to ask you.” She tried to persuade him.

He sighed before looking up at her.

“Go ahead.” He gave in.

“Thank you Professor. So I was thinking that after the help I gave you last night perhaps you might return the favour and help me out too?”

“I hope you mean help with your homework Miss Granger.”

“I think you know what sort of help I mean Sir.” She stared him straight in the eyes as she said this. She did her best to hold his gaze.

“Absolutely not.” He said closing his eyes and breaking the hypnotizing affect her eyes were having. “It is completely out of the question.”

“Please Sir. I helped you. Now it’s your turn to help me.” She pleaded.

“And what is your threat? That you will report me for my actions last night if I don’t?” He said sternly.

“No of course not. I already told you I have no intention of doing that.” She defended herself. “Please I just need your help.”

“And why would you think I could be of any help to you?” He asked.

“Because…because.” Oh no. She pleaded with herself not to lose confidence now. “Because you knew how I should touch my breasts.”

Her cheeks were scarlet she knew it. It was saying the words out loud; they were so far away from what normally left her mouth that every sentence even remotely sexual sounded foreign from her lips.

“You would have worked it out for yourself eventually. As you will with other things.”

“But why waste all that time when you could show me. You could teach me.”

“From the blow job you gave last night, I don’t think you need a teacher.” He said raising his eyebrows.

“Look I’m not asking you to teach me everything. It’s just, well it’s…” She stammered.

“Go on.” He encouraged her. He knew he shouldn’t but there was a part of him that was curious about what she wanted. The same part of him that hadn’t wanted her to leave last night he assumed.

“I… I’ve touched myself before… you know down there.” She shut her eyes as she said it. What if he laughed at her, she’d never considered that scenario! “But I’ve… well I’ve never been able to…you know…”

“Cum?” He answered for her.

“Yes. And so I wanted you to teach me. I’m not asking for sex I just want you to show me how to touch myself, like you taught me how to touch my breasts.” There she’d said it. Whatever happened next, whether it went her way or not, she would just have to deal with it.

He was torn, completely torn. What did he do? Standing in front of him was a pretty young girl pleading with him to teach her how to touch herself because she couldn’t make herself cum, something he imagined must be immensely frustrating. It would have been any man’s dream. Yet that pretty young girl just happened to be his student and he was supposed to have a duty of care. It was wrong, he knew it, but it was the way she worded things. She was focusing on him teaching her, and he was a teacher after all. But this certainly wasn’t what he was paid to teach.

She was right though she had helped him last night and if anyone ever did find out he would be sacked straight away for that anyway. So really he’d already committed the crime, why couldn’t he drag it out for one more night? He’d just be returning the favour and then they would be equal.

“If I did do it you would have to trust me completely.” He told her.

“I would. I do Sir.” She replied. Was he considering it?!

“It would be my way, no backing out of anything or getting embarrassed.”

“I promise Sir. Will you do this for me?”

“I must be a bigger fool than I thought but yes I’ll do it.” He sighed.

“Thank you Professor. You won’t regret it.” She cried.

“I’d better not. After this we’re equal, you helped me and now I’m helping you.”

She nodded. She couldn’t believe she’d managed to get him to agree to this.

“I suppose we should start then.” He said sitting down at his desk.

Hermione went to sit down too.

“Stay standing Miss Granger.” He instructed forcing her to rise so she was stood in the middle of his office. “Now if this is to be a lesson I think I’ll start with a question.”

“Ok.” She replied nervously.

“How would you normally get aroused Miss Granger?” He asked. There was the blush on her cheeks he’d expected.

“Uum well I suppose… by touching my nipples like last night.” She swallowed; she should have known he’d do something like this.

“Very good.” He told her. “You’d best take off your shirt then hadn’t you?”

She closed her eyes, he’d told her not to get embarrassed but she’d never taken off any of her clothes in a sexual way in front of another person. She raised her hands to begin undoing the buttons. Her hands were trembling though and she was sure she must have looked silly. She jumped when she felt his hands on hers.

“Let me help you.” He offered. He had stood watching her shaking hands struggle with her buttons. He knew he shouldn’t be getting this involved but he knew how nervous she must be.

Snape made quick work of her buttons and slid the shirt off her shoulders. She held in her breath when she felt his hands brush over her shoulders. When her shirt was off and she stood only in her bra and skirt she opened her eyes to find him still in front of her.

He was staring down at her with lust in his eyes. He could already feel his cock stirring and she still had half her clothes on.

“And your bra.” He said as he stared down at her breasts. He’d not had the opportunity to see them last night. He stepped back to lean on his desk so there was some distance between them. This was to be about her tonight, he’d had his night, now he’d have to hold back and keep himself under control.

She fiddled awkwardly behind her back until the clasp on her bra came undone. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She wished she’d spent more time thinking about the fact that she’d have to undress in front of Snape if he was to teach her, she reminded herself that she’d have to let him see a lot more later on. Now that she had thought about, she’d murmured a quick hair removing spell before heading down to dinner. She realized that her mind had wondered and she was hesitating. He’d probably take that as a sign that she was embarrassed, which she was, but she didn’t want him to know that. She slid her bra down her arms revealing her breasts to him.

Snape could feel his heart rate picking up as she slowly took off her bra. He was finally met with the sight of her breasts. They must have been about a C cup he guessed, perhaps a D. He observed that they’d fit perfectly in his hands. He felt his underwear get tighter as he started to get hard. He saw her nipples, dusky pink coloured, hardening against the cool air. The nipples that he had taught her to touch, and longed to touch himself.

“You know what to do Miss Granger.” He said deeply.

She nodded and raised a hand to each breast before massaging them until her fingers reached her nipples. She began the sequence he had taught her last night, slowly circling the areola and nipple. Doing this in front of Snape without the cover of her shirt seemed to be heightening her senses and the way he was looking at her, as if he wanted to take one of her nipples in his mouth to suck on it, was giving her more confidence. She let out a breathe in relief when she started to pinch and tug gently on her nipples. She tried to supress a moan but the whimpering noise that came out sounded even more desperate. She jumped when Snape spoke.

“Next question. How would you get aroused if there was someone with you?” He spoke slowly. He couldn’t help asking; he couldn’t sit back and watch anymore. He was squeezing his member through his trousers.

“By kissing and touching… you know… like foreplay.” She gasped as she pinched her nipples with more pressure. She hoped that his question meant he was finally going to touch her. She needed it, her body was craving it.

Snape stood up from his desk and cleared the space between them until he was in front of her again. She looked up at him with anticipation in her eyes. He put his hands on her cheeks before leaning down slowly. Hermione closed her eyes, she was breathing shallowly and her hands had stilled. She could feel her heart beating thunderously against her chest. His slow movements were making her anticipation soar even higher. She finally felt his breath against her lips as he spoke.

“I didn’t tell you to stop playing with your nipples Miss Granger.” He whispered.

She whimpered before pinching her nipples between her thumb and index finger again. Then she felt his lips against hers. It was softer than the night before, it had been desperate and needy then, now it was building up slower.

Snape tried his hardest to make this kiss better than the night before, he knew he had shocked her with that hard bruising kiss. He couldn’t guarantee that this one wouldn’t be like that eventually but at least they had the chance to work up to it now.

He moved his hands from her cheeks to her neck while they continued kissing. He then slowly slid them down the bare skin of her back making her moan against his lips. He felt more pressure from her lips now, perhaps going this slowly was frustrating her, he thought. His hands now rested on the small of her back and he pulled her closer until their bodies were touching. He felt her moving her hips slightly against his, the pressure on his cock was a welcome relief. He slid his hands slowly back up to her waist where he rested his thumbs just slightly beneath her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs against her skin there. The delicate touches against her bare skin must have been doing something for her because the kiss had become harder and faster, he knew she wanted him to deepen the kiss and he would oblige.

Hermione felt like she was going crazy. She had her own hands tugging on her nipples and now his hands were on her too, only he was being gentle, his thumbs gently massaged the underside of her breasts and she found that it was turning her on more. She was shaking with the need for him to do something else; it was so much more exciting than when she had been touching herself on her own because now she had no idea where his hands would move next. She couldn’t help the noises that were coming from the back of her throat, he must have realised how desperate she was becoming because it was then that she felt his tongue running along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to gasp and then his tongue was against hers and it was driving her into a frenzy. Her hands left her breasts and clutched his shoulders pulling him closer towards her. She felt the clasp of his robe and undid it. He even helped her to pull it off him as the kiss became as desperate as last nights had been. She kicked off her shoes as he reached down to undo her skirt, it slid to the floor leaving her stood only in her knickers. His hands grabbed her hips and helped her to grind harder against him.

Snape was losing his mind, so much for keeping control. He left one hand on her hip and moved the other to support her back before his lips left hers. He trailed them across her cheek and down to her neck.

“Ahh Professor!” She moaned as his lips touched the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Not Professor.” He groaned against her neck. “Call me Snape if you must.” He couldn’t be reminded of his position right now because it brought forward thoughts of just how much he was abusing that position by doing this.

Her hands moved to his shirt and began to undo the buttons.

“Miss Granger.” He warned looking up at her. “This is about you not me.”

“Please I need to feel you.” She pleaded before kissing him again. He didn’t argue more so she continued with his buttons until his shirt was off.

Snape felt her bare skin touch his. Her breasts were pushed against his chest and he could feel her hard erect nipples against his skin. He longed to lean down and take one in his mouth but she seemed more than content to have his lips against hers. So they continued kissing.

Hermione was the one who eventually pulled away. As amazing as it had been kissing him like that with his hands on her and her nipples rubbing deliciously against his chest, she needed more. She was so turned on she felt slightly delirious. She had to remind herself what it was she was actually here for before it got out of hand and they ended up having sex on his floor or something.

“I…I think I’m ready.” She told him breathlessly.

“Right.” He nodded as they broke apart. “I just need a minute, I’m sorry I should have kept better control of myself.”

“It’s fine.” She told him. “I liked it.”

She watched him lean against his desk again and close his eyes. She could see the bulge through his trousers where she knew he was hard, she’d felt it as her hips had been moving against his. Her pussy clenched as she remembered how his cock had felt sliding between her lips the night before.

Snape was doing his best to think of anything but the nearly naked girl stood in his office. He tried to think of things that would calm him down a bit, a naked Dumbledore came to mind and that certainly helped. He picked up his wand when he thought he had enough control back and pointed it at his desk moving it to sit against the wall so that the length of it pointed out into the room. He levitated the contents of the desk to the back of the room. He turned to look at her again.

“Take off your knickers then.” He spoke deeply as he pulled Hermione from her erotic memories of the night before.
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