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The Mirror of Erised	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14691 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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“I beg your pardon?” She stared up at him, confused by the seemingly random non sequitur.

“You were with him at Slughorn's Christmas Party. Is he one of your lovers?”

“Cormac? Merlin no.” She laughed. “He was just a really bad mistake. One I won't be repeating.”

“Good.” He lowered himself to the mattress, propping his head up on one hand as he gazed down at her. “You are far too lovely for the likes of him.”

“I'm not......” She shook her head, blushing furiously.

“Hush. I was there, remember? I saw you. You were stunning.”

“That's three, no four compliments you given me, Professor. Are you feeling alright?”

“I think, given our present circumstances, a few compliments are not out of order. I'll deny making them of course.”

“Who would I tell?” She laughed. “No one would believe me anyway.”

“I suppose that's true.” He whispered, his face growing serious as his eyes roamed up and down her nude form.

Sensing his hesitation, she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. “Kiss me?”

Leaning over, he pressed his lips to hers, his free hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Growing bolder, he deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing forward to tangle with hers. Pulling back, he let his fingertips trail down her cheek to her throat, softly circling her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly ran his fingers down her chest, between her breasts, and then stopped, his hand frozen in place.

“It's okay.” She whispered, urging him on. Closing his eyes, he moved his hand until it encircled her left breast, cupping it almost reverently.

“So soft.” He whispered, squeezing gently, his thumb rubbing across her nipple. He opened his eyes, watching as the tiny bud grew hard beneath his touch. “Are you cold, Ms. Granger?”

“No.” She half laughed, half gasped, her back arching into his hand as he teased the sensitive bud.

“Then you're.................excited? By my touch?”

“Yes, you silly goose.” She moaned. “I told you, you were sexy didn't I? Did you not believe me?”

“I suppose I didn't. How extraordinary.” He sighed, running his fingertip along her aureola. Licking his lips, he leaned over and placed his mouth where his fingers had been, slowly laving his tongue over the taut bud. He stared up at her when she gasped loudly. Shifting his body, he kissed across her chest to take her other nipple between his lips, carefully licking until it was as hard as the other. Opening his eyes, he watched her face carefully as he reached across and pinched the other nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned when she cried out.

“No. Yes, a little. But it feels so good.” She moaned, reaching down to run her fingers through his long black hair. “Don't stop.”

“Mmmmm.” He grunted, lowering his mouth again and sucking on her nipple greedily. She could feel the heat of his right hand as it slowly traveled down her body, exploring and caressing her stomach. When he reached the waistband of her knickers, he slid his hand over to rub her hip and down her thigh, before returning to cup her cotton covered mound.

“You're hand is trembling.” She whispered.

“Yes. I suppose it is.” He sighed, resting his forehead between her breasts and giving her stomach a small kiss.

“There's no reason to be nervous.”

“Isn't there?” He muttered, more to himself then to her. Sitting up, he grabbed the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down her legs. He frowned as he surveyed the neatly trimmed brown hairs between her legs. “It's so sparse. Shouldn't there be more here?” He ran his index finger tentatively over the soft hair.

“Well it's a charm, you see. To remove hair.” She explained, lifting her head to watch his fingers gently rub through the small line of hair.

“Why?”

“I don't know. It's neat and tidy. It's the style.”

“There are styles to pubic hair?” He shook his head. “How odd.”

“I suppose it is, a bit.” She laughed. “Some girls remove all the hair, but that just seems a bit too prepubescent to me. Don't you watch porn?” She smiled as a blush colored his pale cheeks.

“I have. But it was a long time ago. And it was muggle. From the 70's My father's.” He said in explanation to her questioning look. “Things were more............natural then.”

“I didn't know your father was muggle.”

“There's no reason for you to know that, Ms. Granger.”

“And you never bought in Wizarding porn? They sell it at Borgin and Burkes.”

Rising up he glared down at her, an incredulous look on his face. “And how exactly do you suppose I go about that? Waltz into the shop and say 'Hullo former student who used to sit in my classroom. I'm the greasy git of the dungeons. I used to be your Professor. I'm here to buy some pornography. Do you have anything that features doggy style?'”

“Hmmmm. I guess I didn't think about that. I suppose you do run into former students everywhere you go.”

“You have no idea.” He sighed sadly. His expression grew pensive as fingers continued to roam across her stomach, pubic bone and tops of her thighs.

Losing herself in his touch, Hermione lay back against the pillows, her breathing becoming more labored as his fingers ran across her body, heating and inflaming her flesh. She watched as his face grew serious and focused as he moved his fingers to the inside of her thighs. “Uhh.” She gasped softly when he ran his finger up the outside of her folds, just barely grazing her swollen and now very needy clit.

“You gasped. Why?” He frowned, staring intently up at her.

“That feels good.” She panted. “And just then, you brushed against.......you lightly touched......you almost touched my clit.” She stuttered, blushing furiously.

“You like me touching you?” He frowned. “It excites you?”

“Yes. Very much.” She nodded her head.

“Clit. Clitoris.” He stared up into her eyes. “That's the part of your body that will make you come.” It was more statement the question, but she nodded her head in agreement. He frowned again, his brow furrowed as if he were pondering a complicated potions equation. “Will you show me? Will you show me how to make you come?”

It was Hermione's turn to remain silent as she considered the ramifications of his request. She'd never been put in a position to show a man how to touch her. She'd had lovers, but they'd never seemed very interested in her input or direction in what they were doing. She'd masturbated, of course, and knew how she liked to be touched versus the often frustrating, fumbling touch of her lover's hand. Did he want her to masturbate for him, guide his hand? Her pussy throbbed and burned at the thought of an orgasm by the hand of Professor Snape. “Okay.” She whispered, her voice barely audible. Spreading her legs wider, she looked up at him. “Give me you hand, just your index finger.” Placing her hand on top of his, she guided him to her center, slipping his finger into her wet folds.

“So wet.” He breathed. “Because you're excited.” Nodding her head, she guided his fingertip up and across her swollen clit.

“Feel that?” She gasped. It was his turn to nod his head. “Rub it, circle it, glide your finger across it. Uhnnnn.” She moaned as he followed her direction. “That feels so good.” Pulling her hand up to rest on his forearm, she watched as he carefully explored her most intimate area. “Ahhh.” She cried out, squeezing his arm when he pressed too hard. He stared up at her, his eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. “It hurts a bit if you push too hard.”

“Are all woman like that?”

“I don't know.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I've never had sex with a woman. I just know a gentler touch feels best to me. It's a very sensitive bundle of nerves.”

“Hmmm.” He grunted, his finger exploring along her inner and outer folds. “What about here?” He circled the wet opening of her hole.

“That's a bit different.” She moaned as he slowly inserted the tip of his finger. “You don't have to be quite as gentle. Go ahead if you like.” She watched the expression on his face as he pressed his finger inside of her, gone was his normal inscrutable countenance, his face awash with wonder and desire as her tight muscles clutched at his finger.

“It's so tight.” He gasped, glancing down at own thick erection. “And hot, and wet...Oh Merlin.” He groaned as he moved his finger in and out of her core. “Does that feel good?” He breathed, touching his thumb to her clit as his finger moved in and out.

“Yesssssss.” She gasped, her hands moving to clutch at the sheets as the tension inside her body begin to build higher and higher. “Hey. Why'd you stop.......? Oh........” She moaned, looking up at him as he placed his index finger in his mouth, a rapt expression on his face.

“Can I taste you? May I use my tongue? Do you like that?”

“I don't know.” She blushed. “I never......what I mean to say is no one has ever...........I've never done that.”

“We'll explore together then.” He grunted, moving to position himself between her thighs. Using his thumbs, he pressed apart her folds, his eyes drinking in the pink flesh he'd just been touching. Leaning forward, he gently licked her, running his tongue across the hard nub of her clit.

“Oh fuck.” She gasped, arching her back at the sharp, sweet feel of his tongue. “Oh Merlin that feels so good.” She moaned as he continued to explore and rub. Opening her eyes, she gazed down the length of her body, her light brown eyes meeting his black ones watching her intently from just over her pubic bone. The surrealness of the situation threatened to overwhelm her as the long black hair of Professor Severus Snape, The Potion Master of Hogwarts tickled her thighs, his amazingly soft tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could tell that he was fully focused on her, changing and adjusting each action by the intensity of her reaction. “Oh right there.” She moaned, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair as he laved his tongue over clit. “Just.....like.....that.....ahhhhhhhhh.” She cried out as the ball of tension inside her exploded sending waves and wave of pleasure crashing through her body. His strong hands gripped her hips as he continued to lick and lap at her center. “Oh stop, stop, stop.” She moaned pushing on his shoulders when a jolt of pain radiated from her overstimulated clit. Falling back against the pillows, she struggled to catch her breath.

She opened her eyes when he moved up the bed, resting his head on the pillow beside her. Rolling over, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his, tasting herself on his tongue. He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him, so that they were pressed fully together, her naked breasts smashed against his chest, his eager erection rubbing against her thighs.

“Hermione.” He gasped, his hand gripping her hip. “I want to.....I'd like to....I need to fuck you. I want to feel what it's like to be inside you. But......I.....” He frowned, his face a mask insecurity. “I've never....I don't......”

“Shhhhh.” She whispered against his lips. “Just lay down, on your back.”
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