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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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Ron and George where engaged in a brutal game of Wizards chess when they entered the parlor. “Where are Severus and Harry?” Hermione asked, glancing nervously around the room.

“Library.” Ron said, sending a Knight across the chessboard to annihilate one of George's pieces. “Snape wanted to talk to him. Alone. Dunno why. He's probably trying to give him detention or something. Greasy git.”

“Ron!” Ginny exclaimed, reaching out and smacking him on the back of the head.

“Ow.” Ron rubbed his head. “Watcha do that for?” He followed his sister's gaze to where Hermione stood. “Oh. Sorry 'Mione.” He mumbled, focusing his attention back on the chess board.

“Bloody wanker.” Ginny mumbled, lowering herself onto the sofa. “Do you know why Prof.....Severus wanted to talk to Harry?”

“I have an idea.” Hermione shrugged. “Something we had discussed during one of our sessions.” She glanced up as the library doors opened and the two men exited. Her eyes met Severus' over Harry's head, he looked exhausted. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you ready to go?” She whispered, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. He nodded his head and hugged her tightly to him. “Alright. Let me just say goodbye.” Turning around, she addressed the room. “Bye everyone. Thank you all for a lovely evening, but I have an early meeting. Ginny,” she hugged her red headed friend. “Thank you for the dinner. It was amazing”

The other occupants in the room slowly rose to shake hands and hug Hermione as they walked with them towards the door. Ron grabbed Harry's arm and spoke to him in a hushed whisper. They were just at the door, when Ron called out loudly.

“Oiy Snape.” Severus stopped and slowly turned towards the young man. “Aren't you forgetting something?” He asked, his tone belligerent.

“Not that I'm aware of Mr. Weasley.” The dark man sneered.

“You apologized to Harry for how you treated him in school. Well you were a right git to me too. Where's my apology? ” Ron demanded petulantly. Hermione's breath caught in her throat at the black look that settled on her lover's face.

“I wasn't aware I owed you an apology, Mr. Weasley.” Snape said coldly, taking a step towards him. “Are you under the impression that I treated you any different then I did all the other lazy, stupid, insolent children who stepped into my classroom?” Ron's face grew pale and he took a step back as the former potions professor advanced upon him, his voice low and sinister. “You were an idiot when you walked into my classroom and you were still an idiot when you walked out. You made no attempt whatsoever to learn or apply yourself to the material I presented and as such, I treated you accordingly. I acknowledge that due to my pre existing prejudices towards his father and my lingering affection for Lily, I may have treated Mr. Potter unfairly for reasons that he did not deserve. I have apologized for this and the matter is finished. But if you or anyone else thinks for one second that I plan on apologizing to every whinging student who feels they were ill treated by me because of my teaching methods, you are sorely mistaken.” A loud bang resonated through the foyer as Snape slammed the door behind him.

“Ron.” Ginny hissed, while George and Luna glared at him.

“I'd better go after him.” Hermione muttered, hugging Luna quickly and then scurrying out the door. “Severus!” She yelled as she rushed down the steps and out the gate. She could see him up ahead, taking long strides, his head down and his black hair whipping behind him. “Wait.” She called out, running to catch up to him. “Are you going to walk all the way back to Spinner's End?” She panted, rubbing her side and trying to catch her breath.

“Well that was just brilliant, Hermione.” Severus snapped, his voice angry and sarcastic. “It wasn't a bit awkward or uncomfortable.”

“What?” She grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her. “Ron's a git. Ignore him. Everyone else does. You and George seemed to hit it off quite well and you got a chance to speak with Harry. The evening wasn't a total loss.”

“Will you just find somewhere so we can disapparate? I want to go home.” He growled, yanking his arm from her grasp.

“Fine. You don't have to be so surly.” She sighed, glancing around. “Over here.” They moved together to a deserted side street.

When they arrived at Spinner's End, Hermione trailed silently after him into the house and up the stairs. The quiet grew as they moved about his bedroom and bath, each undressing and performing their personal nighttime rituals. He was already in bed when Hermione pulled back the covers and climbed in beside him.

“Are you alright?” She asked softly, turning to face him.

“Mmm hmm.” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you.”

“For?” He grunted, turning his head to stare at her, his eyebrow raised.

“Going. I know it wasn't easy for you.”

“The food was good at the very least. I think Ms. Weasley may turn out to be as extraordinary a cook as her mother. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason, that was just a really nice thing for you to say.”

“I have my moments.” He shrugged.

“George runs a Wizarding AA group. Did he happen to mention that to you?”

“Not tonight, Hermione.” He sighed heavily. “Can we just not discuss it tonight.” He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling, the silence grew heavy in the darkened room.

“Do you at least feel better after having spoken to Har......”

“For fucks sake, Hermione.” He roared, turning away from her and bunching the pillow under his head. “I said not tonight.” He squeezed his eyes tightly closed as he listened to her roll away from him and the soft sound of muffled crying filled the room.

“Oh Merlin's beard.” He muttered, rolling onto his back and reaching out to her. “Come here. Don't do that.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her across his chest.

“You're not the only one this evening was stressful for.” She sniffed, running her fingers across his chest. “It was hard for me too.”

“I know.” He breathed against her hair, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

“I'm only trying to help.” Her fingers played mindlessly with the hair across his chest.

“I know that too.” He sighed. “Perhaps I am beyond help. Maybe there's no hope for me. Ow.” He yelped when she pinched his nipple hard. “That hurt.”

“I know. Don't say that again. Don't ever say that. There's always hope.”

“You're such a Gryffindor.” He teased, his hand rubbing across her back and shoulders.

“And you're such a Slytherin.” She breathed out a heavy sigh. “I just wish you would open up to me more.”

“I know you do.” He kissed the top of her head again. “I am trying. There are just things.....” His voice trailed off.

“Things you won't tell me.”

“Things I can't tell you. Things I never want you to know. Now what are you doing.” He groaned as her fingers trailed through his pubic hair to wrap around his balls.

“You said you didn't want to talk about it and now neither do I.” She pressed her lips to his chest, her hand sliding up his now thickening erection. “But I'm still feeling a bit stressed. I thought maybe we could come up with something to do to relieve some anxiety.”

“Mmmmm, I do love you Hermione Granger.” He groaned as her hand rubbed over the sensitive head of his cock. Gripping her arms gently, he guided her up until her face was level with his, burying his fingers into her short hair, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, his tongue twisting and teasing. Sliding his large hands down her back, he gripped both orbs of her arse cheeks and squeezed. “Will you get on your hands and knees for me?” He growled against her lips.

“My hands and knees? Why?” Her eyes grew wide with surprise.

“So I can fuck you from behind. Why else?” He chuckled, pulling back to stare at her in amusement. “Are you quite sure you had lovers before me?”

“Well I wasn't a virgin.” She frowned, climbing to her knees. “But it seems they weren't very imaginative.”

“Obviously.” He wrapped his large hands around her waist as he positioned himself behind her. “But all the better for me. I do so enjoy being the one to introduce you to all the varying delights sex has to offer.” She moaned low in her throat as he reached between her legs and lightly stroked her. “And judging from how wet you are, you seem to be enjoying it as well.” He chuckled low in his throat as his index finger lightly stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. “Let's see how you like this.” He grunted, grasping his cock and using it to replace his finger against her clit. He smiled as she moaned and shuddered.

“Of fuck Severus. That feels good.” She moaned, arching her back and widening her legs as he rubbed the velvety tip of his cock against her aching clit.

“Yes it does.” He growled, sliding himself through her wetness before coming back to rub tantalizingly against her clit. “Shall I make you come like this?”

“Oh shit.” She panted, slapping her palm against the bed. “I......uhhhh......Severus.......fuck.”

“Was that meant to be an answer?” He laughed, moving himself gently.

“I want to come, you bastard.” She gasped, rocking back against his teasing cock. “I don't really care how. Now stop teasing me. Ahhhhh bloody hell, you feel good. Oh fuck. She whined as he slowly slid himself into the tight heat of her pussy. He chuckled darkly and wrapped his large hands around her waist, his hips moving rhythmically while she whimpered and moaned before him.

Sweat began to form across his brow as he fucked her, slowing his thrusts each time he felt his own urge to come rise up. It felt so good, moving inside her, her wonderful moist heat engulfing his aching length, he wanted it to last, wanted to hold off his own release for as long as possible. She had grabbed one of his pillows and bunched it up in her arms, resting her own sweaty face on it, her arse lifted high in the air. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran his hands up and down the broad expanse of her back as she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. “Harder Severus.” She cried out suddenly, urgently. “Harder. I'm so close.”

“Are you sure? Harder?” He growled, pulling back and thrusting brutally forward, his balls making a resounding 'smack' as they slapped against her flesh.

“Ohhhhh yessssss.” She cried out loudly, raising her head and pushing back against him. “Harder and faster. Feels. So. Good.” She grunted with each forceful, bone jarring thrust of his hips. “Oh fucking, bloody hell Severus.” She wailed loudly as the tension inside her swelled and exploded, curling her toes and clouding her vision. His fingers were digging painfully into her hips and she listened as he grunted with each powerful thrust of his hips. Sparks of residual pleasure fluttered through her as he moved himself faster and faster inside her. Suddenly he froze and she could feel his cock pulsating inside of her as he came, a low guttural groan escaping his lips.

“Uhhhhh.” He moaned softly, collapsing heavily on the bed beside her.

“I like it from behind.” She panted, smiling up at him.

“I gathered as much.” He sighed, running his fingers through her short hair.

“Who was your first? Who did you lose your virginity too?”
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