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The Wager	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16454 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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‘So, how’s it going with your fella?’ Hazel asked. Hermione was back at the beauticians for her usual waxing session.
‘Not much progress, to be honest,’ Hermione admitted glumly.
Although she’d had the encounter with Professor Snape at the party, it had seemed so surreal that it was almost as if it had never happened. In fact, sometimes she had to convince herself that it really had and it wasn’t just another of her fantasies.
‘. . . although I continue to live in hope,’ she added.
‘You never did say who it was,’ Hazel said interestedly.
‘I think my problem was that originally I was after him as a bet,’ Hermione admitted, neatly avoiding a direct answer. ‘Although I honestly had fancied him for years, but I would never have done anything about it if it hadn’t been for the bet.’
‘Professor Snape, is it?’ Hazel asked knowingly.
Hermione looked surprised. She winced as a strip of wax was ripped from her crotch. ‘What makes you think that?’
Hazel laughed. ‘The wagers are always Snape. Amazing how you girls always think he’s going to fall for your heavy-handed seductions. I suppose you did spend a lesson flashing your pussy at him?’
Hermione could feel the blush spreading up her cheeks. ‘Yes. He looked, you know, spent almost the whole lesson leaning back in his chair.’
Hazel laughed loudly. ‘Well, he is a man. If you’re going to offer him a view like that he isn’t going to turn it down, is he?’
‘But he’s not interested in anything further,’ Hermione said despondently.
‘Did he give you detention?’
‘No. He suggested I buy some underwear for the winter,’ Hermione said, sounding disgruntled as she remembered, once again, the humiliating conversation.
Hazel chuckled. ‘He’s interested, then. If you stood no chance you’d have known it by now.’
Hermione wondered whether to mention her encounter with Professor Snape at the party but decided against it. That was her only time with him and she was jealously guarding the memory, something to think about when she was alone in bed at night.
‘So did anyone win their wager?’ Hermione asked trying to sound casual, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.
‘Not so far as I know,’ Hazel said. ‘I don’t think he gives in to wagers. But you never know, you might be lucky. As I told you before, he plays his own games.’
Yes, he does, thought Hermione. What he had done to her at the party had definitely been a game for him.
‘How much longer do you have at school?’
‘Four months. Bloody hell, don’t tell me he’s waiting until I’ve left school. I’ll have died of frustration by then.’
Hazel laughed. ‘Well, I think if you’re still alive in four months you’ll know for sure, Hermione.’

‘I’ve lost the wager,’ Hermione announced loudly as she placed a bag of money before each of her two friends. ‘Here’s your money — you’ve won.’
Glancing at the head table, she could see Professor Snape watching her avidly. Well, now he knew she had given up on the wager. She sat down at the table and helped herself to some toast and a glass of pumpkin juice, trying hard not to look at the Potions Master as she ate. The next move was his. She had publicly acknowledged that the wager was over and hopefully, if she had calculated correctly, that was the thing that had been stopping him from touching her.
‘Are you sure, Hermione?’ Harry asked. ‘Have you given up?’
Hermione shrugged. Not looking at Professor Snape was hard, so she was grateful to be looking in the opposite direction even if only for a moment.
‘I still want him, more than anything in the world, but I have to face the fact that I’ve tried everything I can think of apart from actually propositioning him.’ Ron opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything she added, ‘Yes, Ronald, I am well aware that’s against the rules, which is why I haven’t tried it.’
She thought for a moment of the evening in the garden when she had told Professor Snape exactly what she wanted. Was that propositioning? But then she had been in a unique position. If she had been able to move . . . well, if she had been able to move Professor Snape would never have done what he had done to her, and she would never have had the chance to tell him how she felt.
‘Anyway, nothing’s worked so I have to admit failure. Congratulations, guys.’ She gave a small smile.
‘Are you completely broke now?’ Harry asked sympathetically.
‘Yep. You’ve cleaned me out. I just hope you’ll take pity on me and buy me a drink when we go to Hogsmeade.’
‘Oh, I think we can manage that,’ Ron said playfully, ‘although we might want something in return.’
‘What, something you’re not already getting, you mean?’ Hermione asked laughingly. Ron reddened. ‘Sorry, Ron, I was only joking,’ Hermione said with a smirk. ‘I thought you knew you can have whatever you want.’ She winked at him and stroked his arm.
Ron stuffed a sausage in his mouth, now so embarrassed he didn’t know what to say.
Harry laughed at his friend. ‘So you haven’t given up on Snape completely, then?’ he asked.
‘Well, I can live in hope that he’ll suddenly realise how wonderful I am,’ Hermione said wistfully. ‘Otherwise, my new plan is to wait until the last day of school, then I’m going to hunt him down and trap him in his classroom until he gives in to me.’
‘That’ll work,’ Ron agreed with a nod as he reached across the table for more food.
‘I’m not really all that hungry,’ Hermione told them. ‘I’ll see you guys later, after Herbology. I’ll meet you in the Entrance Hall.’
She stood, looking round at the head table as she did so. Professor Snape was still looking at her. Their eyes locked briefly for a moment before she hoisted her heavy bag over her shoulder and headed for the door of the Great Hall, fighting the urge to look round again as she went.

‘Did I hear a rumour that you’ve conceded your bet with the idiots?’ Draco asked.
They were lying on the bed and his lips were working their way down Hermione’s stomach, towards her bare mound.
‘Don’t call them that,’ Hermione said in annoyance. ‘Just because you don’t like them doesn’t mean they’re idiots . . . ooooh, now that’s good!”
Draco raised his head from what he was doing, causing Hermione to give a little growl of disappointment, and shrugged. ‘Whatever. So is it true? Have you stopped chasing after Snape?’
‘If you mean did I concede that my chances of getting that annoying bastard into bed were zero, then yes,’ Hermione said grumpily. ‘I’ve tried everything I could think of and there was still no sign of interest, so I gave in.’
‘So does that mean you’ve given up with him, then?’ Draco asked hopefully.
‘No, it just means I’ve given up with the wager, which means I’m not shackled by not being able to proposition him anymore,’ Hermione said. She looked down at Draco. ‘Are you going to lick my pussy, or what?’
‘All in good time, little Miss Eager,’ Draco replied laconically. He bent to plant a chaste kiss on her mound, his fingers rubbing gently at the soft wet lips between her legs as he looked back up at Hermione. ‘So what’s your plan of action now, then?’
Hermione sighed. ‘I haven’t decided yet. I was hoping that him realising I’d conceded the bet would be enough for him to act . . . assuming he really does like me as much as everyone seems to think he does. But nothing’s happened so far, although, granted, it has only been about ten hours since I gave Harry and Ron their money. If he doesn’t do something soon I shall have to consider what to do next. Do you think he’d get the hint if I took all my clothes off in his office?’
Draco laughed. ‘It would certainly get his attention, lucky bastard. But whether it would get you into his bed, I’ve no idea. Shame I can’t watch you do it, though. I’d love to see his reaction.’
‘You are such a pervert,’ Hermione said laughingly.
Draco grinned. ‘That might well be the case, but it doesn’t stop you wanting to fuck me, does it?’
‘Harry and Ron aren’t very happy about me fucking you, actually,’ Hermione told him matter-of-factly.
Draco looked annoyed, ‘Tough shit. It’s none of their business what you do, is it? I mean, you’re not married to either of them or even related. Anyway, bet they’d be even less impressed if they knew you’d fucked my father.’
‘You’re right. They thought I was mental.’
‘You told them?’ Draco looked shocked.
‘Of course I did, they’re my best friends . . . which is how they know about you as well.’
‘Does that mean you’re my girlfriend, then, if everyone knows now?’ Draco asked hopefully.
‘No, of course not. You’re still my dirty little Slytherin secret. Not everyone knows about you, just Harry and Ron, and that’s more than enough under the circumstances. Anyway, you know there’s only one man in my life.’
‘Except he isn’t, is he?’ Draco pointed out a touch petulantly, disappointed at Hermione’s reaction. ‘In your life, I mean.’
‘Not yet, but I feel more confident about it now that stupid wager is over. So, do you intend to just talk all night, or did you have something more interesting in mind?’
Draco’s hand pinched one of Hermione’s nipples, twisting it hard. Hermione gave a small hiss of pain.
‘Perhaps I should just leave you to it,’ Draco warned. ‘Then you’ll be even more frustrated.’
Hermione gave a small chuckle. ‘But you won’t do that, Draco. You enjoy fucking me too much.’
‘And . . . you . . . are . . . a . . . bloody . . . know-it-all,’ he said his voice a little stilted as he was licking Hermione’s slit between words.
Hermione moaned happily and opened her legs wider, allowing Draco better access.
‘Ooooooooh, Draco!’ she whispered. ‘Sometimes I almost love you.’
Draco grinned at her words before diving between her legs once more.

Hermione waited for Professor Snape for another whole week before deciding she had to take matters into her own hands. It was hard waiting that long. If she was honest, she had wanted to do it the day after her conversation with Draco, knowing that the Potions Master was well aware of her desire, that the wager was over, and that because he hadn’t done anything he was clearly waiting to see just how far she would go, as Remus had suggested previously.
But Harry and Ron and then Draco had convinced her she should wait for a while. She was sure Draco had only done it to ensure he still got his regular fuck sessions with her, worried that if she and Professor Snape finally got together she would have no interest in anyone but the teacher, although he had couched it in slightly more caring tones.
Harry and Ron had put it best — Professor Snape wasn’t going anywhere, and he probably expected her to throw herself at him now the wager was over and was sitting back smugly, waiting for her to do it. If nothing else, waiting would make him realise that he couldn’t have everything his own way; that her desire for him wasn’t so absolute that she would give up everything in her life to be with him, however much that might actually be the case.
If she waited, Professor Snape might get fed up with waiting for her and decide to act. If he didn’t, she was no worse off than she had been under the wager, and she still had the option of propositioning him. It would also give her a chance to plan properly what she was going to do.
And so she waited, her frustration levels at critical, which gave all her men a thrill as over the course of the week she tapped them all up to help relieve her tension, with the exception of Lucius Malfoy — and that was only because he wasn’t at Hogwarts.
There was one heart-stopping moment in Potions when Hermione had thought her time had come at last. Snape asked her to stay behind at the end of the lesson so he could talk to her. Hermione felt herself blushing as everyone in the class became interested in their exchange; she hadn’t until that moment realised just how many people were aware of her desire for the Potions Master.
But the nervous butterflies swirling in her stomach were silenced when the conversation turned out not to be the one she had hoped for. Instead, the teacher informed her that he had put her name forward to the Headmaster as a candidate to visit a conference the Ministry of Magic was holding on potion-making, as she was the best student in his N.E.W.T. class. Even more disappointingly, he didn’t even intend to go with her, making the whole thing sound more like a punishment than a reward for all her hard work in his lessons.
The problem was, Hermione was having trouble working out when Professor Snape was going to have any free time. The teacher was the most prolific detention-giver in the school, happily torturing the pupils he punished with dirty cauldrons to clean and nasty ingredients to prepare rather than pass them on to Filch to deal with; even weekends weren’t safe from his wrath.
But after everything she had already gone through in her quest for the Potions Master, Hermione had no intention of letting a little thing like detentions get in her way. She even considered attempting to get a detention herself as it would get her closer to her goal, but she suspected that Professor Snape would deliberately give her to Filch rather than take the detention himself just to frustrate her even further, and whilst she no longer feared detention with the caretaker, she had no intention of deliberately putting herself in the line of fire.
She decided it had to be a weekend, as an evening would give too little time before curfew. Even Snape didn’t hold detentions all day, so theoretically there would be plenty of time for a long, slow encounter with the object of her desire without her worrying about getting into trouble.
In the end, she chose to use questions about the upcoming conference as a way to gain entrance to Professor Snape’s office and spent several hours on Saturday morning hanging around outside his classroom waiting for the detention to finish.
Hermione hid in an alcove with a book so she wouldn’t have to face the wrath of any passing Slytherin students as she hadn’t told Draco what she was doing, knowing he would probably attempt to put her off again.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Professor Snape released his detention students and all of them rushed to get away from the dank dungeon classroom and the teacher who was the bane of their existence. Once they had all left and Hermione had checked the coast was clear, she slid from her hiding place and headed over to the classroom.
There was no sign of Professor Snape which meant that he had to have gone into his office. She closed the classroom door and walked across the room to the door of the office. She could feel the butterflies swooping and darting again, nervousness that she hadn’t expected rising inside her. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and then waited.
There was no answer.
After waiting for a couple of very tense minutes, Hermione knocked again. When there was still no reply she looked at the door, debating what to do next. She knew Professor Snape hadn’t left the classroom as she had watched the leavers carefully, which meant he was either trying to ignore her or he was in his private laboratory and hadn’t heard her knock.
She reached forward and tried the door. It was unlocked and swung open easily. Taking another deep breath, Hermione walked inside the dingy room and closed the door behind her. She looked around, trying not to look too closely at the jars and bottles of unpleasant ingredients the Potions Master kept in his office.
Hermione had no idea what to do. The sensible option would be to leave but if she did that she would be admitting defeat, and trying to find another time to get Professor Snape alone was going to be difficult as her current attempt was proving.
She looked towards the two other closed doors that led from the office. One, she knew, was his laboratory, the place he brewed the potions for Madam Pomfrey that were too dangerous to be left near the students. The other, she assumed, led to his private quarters.
That was a real surprise. She had never realised the door to his private quarters was so easily available to her, but then she had never been in his office before and it was fairly well disguised by bookshelves. Hermione had a feeling that entrance to the room beyond it wouldn’t be quite as easy as just opening the door.
Unfortunately, both of them were closed so she had no idea which door Professor Snape was currently behind. Suddenly, she wasn’t feeling quite brave enough to knock on them to find out. There was a huge difference between gaining entrance to Professor Snape’s office with a ropey story about the conference and trying to access his private quarters, even if he was aware of her interest in him and maybe expecting her to do something of the sort.
Hermione wasn’t entirely sure why she was so nervous now her time had finally come, although if it turned out he was brewing potions and she caught him at the wrong moment and caused him to ruin one, detention with Filch was pretty much guaranteed, as would be the loss of any chance she would ever have with him, probably.
She turned back to look at Professor Snape’s desk with its empty chair and sighed. It would have been so much easier if he had been sitting at his desk, but there was really nothing she could do. She knew she wasn’t brave enough to knock on the other doors, so she had no choice but to leave.
Hermione took a step towards the door back to the classroom, then froze at the sound of the Potions Master’s voice. He had appeared silently through one of the doors without her realising.
‘So you finally admitted defeat on the wager, then?’ He sounded amused.
Hermione didn’t turn round. If Professor Snape found all this so funny she didn’t want to see his face, nor did she want to stay. Although her desire for him was immense, she wasn’t willing to make herself the subject of mockery. She had too much pride for that.
She shrugged. ‘I didn’t really have any choice, did I? It was obvious I was never going to win.’
‘But I thought you already had.’ Snape had moved closer now. His delicious voice was in her ear and she tried not to shiver. ‘Didn’t you want to share your experience on the terrace with your friends, Hermione?’
As soon as he mentioned it, the memory of what Professor Snape had done to her at the Malfoys’ party slid into Hermione’s mind as it had so many times before and she could feel her arousal flaring, her heart beating faster in the way it had when the Potions Master had used the freezing charm on her.
‘But that didn’t win me the wager,’ Hermione said with a frown. ‘If anything, it made me do the one thing I wasn’t allowed to do.’
‘And what was that?’ Snape asked, his voice so deep now that she did shiver. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her back against him and holding her tight to his chest. Hermione could feel the hardness of his erection pressed into her back and his hot breath in her ear and it made her stomach curl with pleasure. She was so close now.
‘I told you how much I wanted you. Which was tantamount to propositioning you . . . which most definitely wasn’t allowed under the terms of the wager . . . so I lost anyway,’ Hermione admitted.
She knew her cheeks were blazing at what she was admitting, but the time for being coy had long gone and Professor Snape was already well aware of her desire for him.
‘Anyway, I couldn’t have won the bet with what you did.’
‘But I gave you an orgasm,’ Snape said. ‘Surely that was proof enough, even for your friends.’
‘And it was wonderful, if a little strange,’ Hermione admitted. ‘But unfortunately, for me to win the bet you had to actually fuck me, not just give me an orgasm.’ She twisted in Snape’s arms, turning to face him, enjoying the feel of his hardness still pressing against her body as she moved, now resting against her stomach. She looked into Snape’s eyes. ‘The bet was to get you to fuck me. I just wanted to get you into bed because I wanted it to last longer.’
Snape looked at Hermione for a moment; then, before he could say anything further, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down, her lips finding his for a kiss that was both soft and possessive. Snape’s arms wrapped tighter around her as he returned the kiss.
They broke apart, Snape holding Hermione at arm’s length as he studied her keenly. ‘Lucius Malfoy has spent a considerable amount of time singing your praises to me, Hermione.’ He was smirking and Hermione wondered what Lucius had told him.
‘Lucius was most interesting . . . and instructive,’ Hermione admitted.
Snape looked at her with interest. ‘Am I going to have thank Lucius for his attentions towards you?’ he asked.
Hermione shook her head. ‘I don’t think he actually taught me anything; he was just so much better at it than most of the people I’ve been with. His knowledge is extremely comprehensive.’
‘It is that,’ Snape admitted with a chuckle. ‘Lucius does dedicate quite a significant portion of his life to sexual fulfilment . . . but he is sensitive enough to ensure his conquests enjoy it, too, at least generally.’
‘He’s very charming,’ Hermione replied, ‘and very handsome, of course.’
‘More so than Draco?’ Snape asked curiously.
Hermione shrugged. ‘Although they look similar, they’re completely different, personality-wise and sex-wise. Draco’s good but he doesn’t have his father’s polish, although having said that he is only young. He’s going to be amazing by the time he’s Lucius’ age.’
‘Adoration for the Malfoys, eh?’ Snape said, sounding amused once more. ‘It sounds like they’ve got you snared, Hermione.’
Hermione shook her head and gazed avidly at the Potions Master, pinning his shining black eyes with her brown ones.
‘No, there’s only one person who’s snared me.’ She realised her voice had become huskier.
‘Indeed.’ The word was said so darkly it made Hermione shiver again.
Snape stared at Hermione without speaking for almost a minute during which she began to panic, wondering what he was thinking. Then he asked, ‘What are we going to do about you, Hermione?’
‘Take me to bed . . . please,’ Hermione whispered. ‘I want you so much.’
‘I know,’ Snape said, his voice almost as quiet as hers.
Hermione could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she waited to see what the Potions Master was going to do. She prayed he wouldn’t send her away, wouldn’t reject her because of her association with the Malfoys.
Releasing her from his grip completely, Snape continued to look appraisingly at Hermione, then held out his hand to her. Hermione took it, holding her breath as she waited.
‘Come with me,’ Snape said quietly, and he led Hermione towards the least noticeable of the two private doors.
Gasping for breath, yet determined not to let Snape see her relief, Hermione followed.
They entered a small sitting room, sparsely decorated yet blatantly Slytherin, the wall hangings containing the House emblem of the snake. She was so busy looking around she didn’t notice when the door closed behind her. But they didn’t stop there. Snape was already opening another door, and still holding tightly to her hand he led her inside the dimly lit room.
Hermione looked around in wonder, not quite able to believe her eyes. She was finally here, in Professor Snape’s bedroom. The man she had lusted after for so long had brought her here, and he wasn’t rejecting her.
‘So, are you certain this is what you want, Hermione?’ Snape asked gently, his hand stroking Hermione’s arm.
‘You know it is,’ she admitted. ‘I’ve already told you how much I want you.’
‘Ah, yes, that’s right . . . you’ll do anything I want,’ Snape remembered. He smiled darkly. ‘Lucky me, eh?’
He pulled Hermione into a kiss, soft and sweet to begin, becoming more forceful as it deepened. His hands were on her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt, pushing it down so it pooled on the floor around Hermione’s ankles.
Spurred on by this contact, Hermione’s fingers plucked at the buttons on his frock coat, deftly undoing them as she had a million times before in her mind. A small sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as the last of all those buttons came free and she pulled off the jacket, discarding it onto the floor. Now she was on to the shirt, making short work of that too, needing to get Snape naked; she was desperate to touch him, knowing this would convince her of the sincerity of the teacher’s intentions.
Snape’s hands had been moving, too, undoing and removing Hermione’s blouse, then holding and squeezing her breasts. His fingers reached to trace a pattern around her nipples and he felt them stiffen under the lace that covered them as his mouth caught hers in kiss after searching kiss.
Finally, the shirt was gone, too, and Hermione ran her fingers through the sparse dark hair on Snape’s chest, revelling in the feel of his skin under the coarse hair and the puckering of his small nipples as she pinched them. Her head bent to lick, her tongue covering the small bud before sucking on it.
Snape released a small hiss of pleasure that grew as Hermione’s hands moved down his tight stomach to unbutton his trousers, pushing them down to reveal the black silk boxers he wore. She stroked the soft material, gripping the hardness within that was so clearly in evidence. Her heart was beating faster than she had ever known it to.
This was really happening, and so far it was every bit as wonderful as she had always imagined it would be.
As he kissed her throat, Snape’s fingers found the clasp on her bra and after a few seconds of fumbling, he managed to undo it, pulling the white lace away from her creamy pale breasts to reveal them and the stiffened nipples in full.
He kissed Hermione’s face as his hands moved to caress them; he heard her moan with pleasure as he nibbled at her neck, his fingers squeezing on the hard nubs. Murmuring appreciatively, he dipped his head, his tongue flicking over one then the other nipple and leaving a layer of moisture. He could feel Hermione shiver as they connected.
Snape slowly pushed her back onto the bed, moving between her open legs as he lay on top of her. Her hands were on his back, gently scratching him as he pressed against her, rubbing himself against her mound and feeling the dampness of her knickers. Hermione moved against him in return, sighing gently as she concentrated on the feel of his body on hers, kissing and gently biting his neck and throat as still, her nails scratched his back.
His fingers trailed down over Hermione’s belly, slowly pulling down her knickers to reveal the bare mound and her glistening pink lips. His fingers caressed the inside of one thigh, then swept over to the other, her body arching as he was careful to miss the area she wanted him to touch so much. She groaned, pushing herself towards him.
‘What’s the matter, Hermione?’ he drawled silkily. ‘What do you want? Tell me what you want me to do.’ His dark eyes fastened on hers, glittering; his fingers almost, but not quite touching her.
‘Touch me,’ she moaned. ‘Please . . . Severus. I want you to touch me. I need you inside me.’
The sound of his name on Hermione’s lips and the begging tone made Snape even more excited. His fingers moved up to brush at the soft skin, finding the hard nub of her clitoris before sliding into her warm, wet folds.
He kissed her gently as his fingers pumped in and out, his thumb rubbing over her sensitive clit, and he watched with enjoyment as her body writhed beneath him, her face becoming flushed as the feelings inside her body built up and overtook her.
Snape knew Hermione was close to climax and his mouth found her breasts once again as his fingers continued to draw her on. Her breathing was faster and shallower now, and she twitched as his thumb still rubbed her clit.
Small noises erupted from her throat, getting longer and louder as she came, covering his hand with a flood of moisture. When he was satisfied that she had finished he slowly removed his fingers and licked them, making it clear how much he was enjoying the taste, before leaning down to kiss her again.
Hermione reached out and squeezed the bulge in his pants that had grown even harder and he gave a low moan. Her hands were on the boxers, pulling them down to reveal his erection rising from a mass of black hair. His pants were soon discarded and he moved so he was now the one underneath. She soon had one hand gripping the hard shaft and squeezing as the other gently cupped his balls.
Snape lay on his back, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her hands, moaning as her thumb spread the milky drop of pre-cum around the head. When Hermione was sure he was relaxed, her tongue flicked around the tip of his cock before sucking him into her warm, wet mouth, eliciting another moan.
She slid her mouth deeper over his hard length, feeling it filling her. Bobbing her head, she began to lick round the shaft as she sucked hard on him. Snape gasped as she took him deep into her throat, feeling it contract around him as she tried not to gag, then she was back to the tip, pushing back the foreskin and slipping the tip of her tongue into the little hole that had yet more pre-cum.
Her own moan of desire reverberated on his cock and made him twitch harder. She could feel his cold balls tightening, and from the sounds he was making she knew he was close to coming. Her teeth gently nibbled on him before she resumed licking and sucking him again.
Snape stiffened and knew he was going to come; he thrust into her mouth, not wanting the wonderful feeling to end. Soon he felt himself spurt, filling her mouth with his seed. She gazed up at him and his heart swelled, a small moan of joy leaving his lips.
Releasing his cock, having made sure that she had licked off every drop of his come, Hermione crawled up next to Snape, resting her head on his chest as he pulled her to him.
‘I can’t believe I’m finally here,’ she whispered happily. One of his hands was caressing her hair and face, the other tracing patterns on her back. ‘I was beginning to think this would never happen.’
Snape looked amused. ‘I don’t know why that is. I told you on the terrace that we would be together.’
‘I know, but that whole episode seemed like a fantasy,’ Hermione admitted. ‘I so wanted it to have happened but I was worried that my mind had conjured it because I wanted you so much. If that was the case there was no certainty that you and I would ever end up in bed.’
‘And now you know it was true.’ Snape smiled and moved to roll Hermione onto her back once more. He leant over her, gently caressing her neck and shoulders. ‘I must say that you’ve been incredibly generous for someone whose entire desire is to get me to fuck them.’
‘Generous?’ Hermione sounded confused.
‘Mmmm,’ Snape kissed her throat. ‘Very generous. I thought you wanted me inside you, Hermione, yet you not only gave me a blowjob — which was wonderful, by the way — but you made me come, knowing that it would take me a while to recover.’
‘I want so much more than that,’ Hermione told him honestly. ‘I never just wanted you to fuck me.’
‘I’m glad to hear it,’ Snape replied smoothly, ‘because I want to give you so much more than that. Now, while we’re waiting shall we see if I can make you come again? I think I probably can.’
‘You can,’ Hermione confirmed.
She whimpered as Snape kissed down her body, tongue finding and laving her clit. His mouth locked onto her soft folds, licking and sucking; his tongue slid into her wet core, exploring and teasing. Hermione squealed as the intrusions intensified, her breathing increasing rapidly until she was gasping for air. She was just about to beg him to release her when he stopped.
‘Are you going to beg me to let you go?’ he asked slightly mockingly. ‘Tell me it’s too nice?’
Hermione shook her head rapidly. ‘No, never!’
‘Good.’ Snape grinned almost malevolently and returned to his previous task, his hands gripping her bottom and pulling her onto his mouth as his tongue snaked and slid, sucking and licking and probing.
Hermione’s insides fluttered, as did her heart. Her whimpers turned to louder cries, then to sobs as the full force of Snape’s assault on her most sensitive area overtook her. She was biting her finger in an attempt to stop herself from saying those words that sprang so readily to her lips and that she knew Snape was trying his hardest to make her say. She would take everything he threw at her without asking him to stop, and he would love her for it.
But then the feelings were too great, the familiar dull ache throbbing and she was writhing beneath him, tears streaming as she screamed, the feeling of his tongue overwhelming her.
Snape gave a satisfied smirk as he kissed his way back up Hermione’s still shaking body, ending with another soft and sensual kiss on her lips.
‘Well, I think we both enjoyed that. I have to say, Hermione, I do love how easily you come for me.’
Hermione found herself unable to speak, but she knew what she wanted now. She had waited so long for this and she didn’t want to wait any longer. As they continued to kiss her hand searched out Snape’s cock, no longer slumbering but not yet fully erect. He gave a small sigh as she gripped him and worked him once again to make the flesh hard.
Then he was moving on top of her again and she could feel that delicious hardness pressing at the place both of them wanted him to access so badly now. He teased Hermione again, rubbing his cock all over the area but not actually penetrating her, until she moaned in frustration.
‘Is this what you want, Hermione?’ he asked her in his dark, velvety voice as he pushed deeply inside her, making her cry out as his hard length filled her.
Snape sighed deeply, amazed at the perfect fit of her body with his, and was soon thrusting hard into her as Hermione wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Again and again, he buried himself inside her, delighting in the exquisite feeling of her tightness wrapped around his cock and the wonderful noises she was making with each hard thrust, his previous orgasm allowing him to go for far longer than he knew would normally be the case.
But even with that slight grace, eventually, he felt the inevitable tugging that signalled the onset of another orgasm. Determined to ensure Hermione’s pleasure first, his fingers sought out her clit once again as he plunged into her, feeling her moving against him. Her moans grew louder and sharper as her perfect muscles contracted, squeezing him hard.
Soon she was bucking wildly, biting hard on his shoulder as she came for him. Her nails raked his back, causing him to hiss, finding the pain sharp but full of pleasure, too. And then she was moaning his name, over and over, her voice softer now as the tears came. As before, the sound of his name on her lips and the thought that he had made her come was enough to send Snape over the edge, his orgasm hitting before she had a chance to come down.
For a long time afterwards, they clung to each other, slick and sweaty, not wanting to be apart from each other for a moment, his now tumescent cock still buried inside her.
‘That was the most amazing thing ever. I think I’m in love with you, Severus,’ Hermione told him once they had calmed enough to talk.
Snape hugged her close and chuckled. ‘Not yet you’re not. You don’t know enough about me for that. It’s just infatuation, Hermione.’
Hermione shook her head, looking a little upset. ‘It’s not just infatuation, Severus. I know it isn’t.’
Snape gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. ‘I didn’t mean that as a bad thing. It’s a great basis for us to start from.’ He kissed her again, this time not quite so demurely. ‘Anyway, I haven’t anywhere near finished with you. We have the whole of our lives to fall in love with each other.’
Hermione sighed happily and drew Snape into another kiss, knowing that she had finally got everything she wanted.
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