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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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“So how did you do last night? Were you able to avoid drinking?”

He nodded his head, his hands clutched tightly in his lap to hide their shaking.

“And how was it?” She wrote quickly on her parchment before looking back up at him. “Any nausea, shaking, irritability?”

“As I believe I've said before, I am not an alcoholic, therefore there would be no reason for me to experience any symptoms of withdrawal.”

“Mmm hmmm.” She said, laying aside her quill. “Hold out your hand for me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Hold out your hand,”

Sighing in exasperation, he held up a trembling hand. “It's nothing.” He growled, returning his hand to his lap.

“I can give you something for that if you'd like.”

“It's not necessary.”

“And what about the.....” She paused imperceptibly, “masturbation?” Her quill was poised over her parchment, waiting for his response.

'What had he been thinking when he had chosen this witch to be his private counselor?' He wondered. 'Oh right, he hadn't been thinking'. He'd been pissed out of his mind when he'd scribbled her name down and sent the parchment back to the ministry. He'd been surprised to see her name on the list of counselor's recommended to him. A name from his past. A name for the face that had risen unbidden in his dreams as he lay paralyzed in St. Mungo's, trapped inside his own mind. A face that haunted him, annoyed him, tempted him, slowly driving all other faces from his dreams and his fantasies. How shocked he had been the first time he had come, cock in hand and realized it was her face in his mind and not Lily's. And now he had placed himself in the unfortunate position of having to share his inner most thoughts and private moments with her. Well he should have known better then to make such an important decision while he was in his cups. It had certainly seemed like a good idea at the time, but so had emptying his bladder in the middle of the foyer at Hogwarts. Drunk decisions were invariably bad decisions. Now she was watching him, staring at him, waiting for him to answer.

He had left her office with her edict in his head. Don't drink. Stopping briefly at a fast food take away he had headed straight home. Spinner's End. The home of his parents and his childhood. Despite the changes he had made, everything about the dreary, miserable place made him want to drink. Don't drink. He had locked the door and drawn the curtains. His inability to ward, silence and secure his surroundings magically made him feel vulnerable and out of sorts. Fucking ministry. Don't drink. He hated feeling vulnerable. Forcing himself to move to the small kitchen, he methodically set the table and consumed his food. Don't drink. Focus only on what you are doing at this moment. Eat. Clean the dishes. Tidy the kitchen. Don't drink. He found himself pacing his small living room like a caged panther, his skin crawling with agitation. Fuck it, just to take the edge off.

Two hours later he found himself still in front of the fireplace, his trousers long discarded, his shirt open across his bare, sweaty chest, come from his previous ejaculations drying on his stomach and thighs.

'Dammit' He thought. 'I'm supposed to stop and think about why I'm doing this.' It was only day two and he'd already partially failed his first homework assignment. Frowning, he reached for the bottle on the table beside him and squirted some more lubrication into his hand. 'Thank Merlin the ministry hadn't confiscated that too' He thought wryly as he gently stroked his semi hard cock. 'They'd taken practically ever other damn thing; dreamless sleep, calming draughts, all they'd left him with were a few headache potions and his bottles of lube. Idiots. It wasn't like he couldn't get high, both muggle and magical anytime he wanted. He chuckled wryly as he ran his thumb over the sensitive head of his prick, loving the feel as his cock grew harder and harder in his hand. He had told them it was a healing lotion. And in someways it was, if it wasn't for the lube, he'd have rubbed all the skin off his cock ages ago. No this was a creation of his own making. Like liquid velvet and it warmed to higher then normal body temperature. A palm full of that and a good imagination and you could almost believe you were thrusting into a tight hot pussy, rather than your own fist. Closing his eyes, he moved his hand up and down his shaft, in a slow steady rhythm. 'Why am I doing this? Because I'm bored. Because it keeps my mind off how desperately I want a drink. Because it feels so bloody good, I can focus on that and I don't have to think about anything else' He wasn't sure if he was more angry or impressed that the little chit had called it so well. She always had been a clever little swot. It's no wonder she was the most respected counselor in the Wizarding world.

He licked his lips and squeezed his cock. 'I'm supposed to be doing this because I'm aroused, not to numb my emotions.' He chuckled low in his throat. 'Well never let it be said that Severus Snape didn't at least try to complete the homework assigned to him.' Closing his eyes he smiled as imagines formed behind his lids. His counselor's face floated before him. 'Wait. That's wrong. Short hair now. I like that better.' He groaned, running his hand up and down his hard shaft.. He saw his hands sinking into the short brown hair, gripping it tightly as her head moved, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. 'Fuck.' He groaned, spreading his legs and reaching down to massage his throbbing balls. She was always behind the desk, so he couldn't see how her figure had changed over the years. It looked like she had a fairly nice set of titties. 'Oh who are you kidding?' His hand was now flying across his cock. 'She had a nice set of titties by her fourth year. The kind you could just grab and suck on. Uhhhhhhnnnnnn' He groaned as he erupted in his hand, come splashing hotly on his thighs.

“Severus?”

'Bloody hell'. She was still looking at him, waiting for answer. He was surprised to feel the flush of embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck. “I was............bored.” He said, meeting her eyes with his. There was a brief flash of something he couldn't identify before it was gone and her face was unreadable again.

“Bored or you needed a distraction from drinking?”

He folded his arms across his chest and glared silently at her.

“How many times?” She was writing on her parchment again.

“Five, maybe six. I lost count.”

She glanced up, her eyes wide before she returned her attention back to the parchment. “Was your mind a blank? Focusing only on the feeling or did you fantasize?”

"Both, I suppose.”

She wrote some more before laying aside her quill and glancing down at her watch. “Your assignment for tonight is the same. I'll see you tomorrow Severus.”
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