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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- 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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Hermione yawned and snuggled closer to the warm body lying next to her in her bed.

“Good morning to you too.” He growled, wrapping her up in his arms and pulling her to him. “And thank you for not kicking me out last night.”

“Severus.” She sighed, pressing herself up against his chest to stare into his face. “I would never do that to you. I'm here for you. I'm on your side. I've told you that. Why won't you trust me?”

“Because it's not in my nature to trust.” He sighed, burying a hand into her soft hair and pulling her face closer to his. “I am a Slytherin, remember? And it would have been completely understandable if you'd have tossed me out on my arse.”

“Not to me.” She sighed, pressing her lips tenderly to his. “I'm a Gryffindor, remember? It's in my nature to by loyal.”

“That's right.” He chuckled softly. “Nobel loyal Gryffindors. So how did your lecture go? I forgot to ask.”

“Brilliantly, if I do say so myself and how about your project? Did you get the shelves finished?”

“Finished and stained.” He smiled, running his fingers up and down the length of her spine. “It will be nice to finally be able to unpack and shelve the books from my private library.”

“The books from your office library at Hogwarts?” She asked, her eyes bright with excitement.

“The very same. Why do you suddenly look like a kid on Christmas morning?”

“Because I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. You are going to let me read them, aren't you?”

“I imagine I have little choice in the matter. If I don't you'll probably use an unforgivable curse on me. Why don't you come over tonight, after work, and you can peruse them to your heart's content.”

“That sounds lovely. And speaking of work, I'd better start getting ready.” She squealed when strong hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her back down to the bed. “Severus. Let me go.”

“No.” He growled, twisting around and pinning her beneath him, his eager erection pressing against her leg.

“Severus. I'm serious. Let me up.” She pushed ineffectually against his shoulders.

“No.” He murmured softly, his lips pressing against hers, while his fingers worked their way between her legs, sliding through her wetness.

“Ugh, Severus. I'm going to be late.” She moaned, arching her back as his finger rubbed teasingly across her clit.

“Don't worry.” He breathed hotly into her ear, moving his hips against her. “This won't take any time at all. And if you're willing to forgo your........happy ending, it will take even less time. I'm practically coming now.”

“Severus Snape you wouldn't dare.” She shrieked, grinding her hips against his hand.

“Hmmm. I'll take that as a 'No' then.” He chuckled, thrusting inside her with his index finger. “Well you are the one complaining you're going to be late. I was merely offering you a viable solution.”

“I'll viable solution you. Just hurry up.” She panted, her eyes squeezed tightly closed. “Ohhhh right there. That feels so good. I'm almost there.”

“As if I couldn't tell.” He said, moving to his knees and positioning himself at her opening, his finger still pushing her closer and closer to her edge.

“Oh fuck Severus, now. Fuck me now.”

Grabbing her hips, he thrust forward with his hips, burying himself in her wet heat. Pushing himself up on his arms, he thrust his hips, shifting his weight so the broad length of his cock rubbed perfectly across her clit.

“Oh oh oh oh.” She panted, moving her hips and meeting him thrust for thrust.

“That's right Hermione, come for me.” He groaned, his voice strained. “Please come now.”

“Almost.” She gasped breathlessly. “Almost. I'm so close.” Her fingers clawed at his back and shoulders, pulling him close against her, her breath ragged in his ear. She could feel the large muscles of his back trembling as he struggled to hold back his pending climax. “You weren't kidding when you said you were close.” She moaned.

“No. I wasn't.” He growled through clenched teeth.” And I'm going to explode if you don't hurry up and come.” He cried out the last word, his hips thrusting reflexively as he exploded inside of her. “Oh fuck Hermione.” He moaned loudly, driving himself over and over again even as he emptied inside her. Through the haze of his own exploding pleasure he became aware of her sweet cries of completion and the feel of her interior muscles fluttering across his cock. Panting and sweating he collapsed down on the bed, pining her beneath him.

“Ugh! Get off me you big oaf.” She pushed him roughly, struggling to squeeze out from underneath him. “You weigh as much as a troll.”

“Are you calling me fat?” He sighed, flipping over onto his back, watching as she climbed out of the bed and began to rush around the room grabbing up her work clothes.

“No. I'm calling you heavy. There's a difference. No one in their right mind would ever call you fat. Besides, everyone knows muscle weighs more then fat...oh Merlin.” She glanced down at her watch. “I am going to be so late and it's all your fault.”

“You loved it. There's nothing like a morning quickie to start your day off right.” He called after her as she disappeared into the bathroom. “Back all ready?” He teased as she rushed across floor still buttoning her blouse; she paused to rummage in her wardrobe.

“Oh bugger me. I don't have time for all this, Accio Hermione's brown boots.” She called out, giving her wand a flourish. “Thank Merlin we are at my flat and not yours.” She glared at him pulling on her boots. “I don't have time for a proper shower. I had to use a refreshing charm. If we were at your house I'd have to go to work positively reeking of sex.” Taking a quick glance in the mirror, she knelt on the bed and pressed her lips tenderly to his. “I do love you Darling, but I have to dash. Stay as long as you like. I'll see you tonight.

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“Severus?” She called out as she entered his darkened living room. “Are you here?” Tossing her briefcase aside, she flipped on the parlor lamp and stepped towards the kitchen. Switching on the light she turned her eyes toward the blackboard wall, smiling at his spidery handwriting.

Forgot agreed to take Mrs. Harvey to a late appointment. Won't be back until after 9. Will grab some take away. Make yourself at home and be careful with my books. SS.

Placing the kettle on to boil she made her way up the stairs to his bedroom intent on raiding his stash of t-shirts and sweatpants. Once she was comfortably attired and had a cup of tea in hand, she made her way back to the living room, her eyes crawling eagerly over the boxes of books now cluttering the living room. Glancing at the floor to ceiling bookshelves, she saw that he had already begun to fill them with books and items she presumed had been housed in his Hogwart's office. Running her fingertips lovingly over the spines, she quickly ascertained that he was alphabetizing them by category. Squealing inwardly, she settled herself crosslegged on the floor and pulled the first unopened carton of books towards her. Working methodically she was soon surrounded by stacks of alphabetized books. Potions, Herbology, Healing, Magical Creatures; there seemed to be no limit to his interests. Interspersed among the books were ornate mortars and pestles, stirring rods of every type and vials of rare potion ingredients. She was halfway through the third box when her fingers closed around edge of a small Pensieve. Pulling it from the box, she stared at it, a line forming between her eyes.

“Does Professor Snape have a Pensieve?” Luna Lovegood asked, her head buried deep within the bathroom cabinet.

“I don't know.” Hermione frowned, pausing as she carefully threaded the new shower curtain on the metal rings. “Why?”

“Because I found these.” The blonde Ravenclaw sat back on her heels and held out a box filled with small vials. “They look like memories.”

Hermione stepped down off of the kitchen chair she'd been balancing on and examined one of the vials carefully. “Just put them back where you found them then.” She shrugged. “I only care about any alcohol or mind altering potions he has stashed away.” *

Returning back downstairs, Hermione carefully lined the small vials across the surface of the coffee table. Each vial held a tiny label on it. Picking up the one marked “1979 to 1998 DL” she uncapped the bottle and emptied it's contents into the Pensieve's basin. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her face to the shimmering surface.

* In case you forgot, see Chapter 22
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