Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape

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Chapter 4 ~ Miss Granger’s Christmas Wish

Professor Snape looked in the box. Even though it was huge, there were only three small items inside. Two lengths of rope, a paddle and what appeared to be a blindfold.

“You think these are yours, Miss Granger?” Snape said, looking at the young witch, who was very, very red.

“Yes sir,” she replied, embarrassed.

Snape looked at her, his brow furrowed. If these items were for Miss Granger, why had they been delivered to him in his name?

“Perhaps you’d better explain, Miss Granger,” the Professor said, “So I can understand why I would get your…gifts,” he said, looking back inside the box again, then leveling his black eyes at her.

Hermione took a deep breath.

“I think it has to do with my visit to Father Christmas today,” she said, “with what I asked him for Christmas…”

Here she paused. Snape got impatient.

“Go on, Miss Granger,” he urged. He wanted to get to the bottom of this. “What did you ask for?”

She looked at him, her amber eyes shining.

“Basically I asked to spend the night with my Potions Professor,” she said.

Snape thought he was going to pass out. He sort of wavered in place for a few seconds, then made his way over to one of the armchairs and fell into it heavily. Hermione followed him, concern on her young face. She sat in the armchair next to him.

The Professor held his head in his hand for a few minutes. Then he lifted his head and peeked between his spread fingers to see if the young woman was still there. She was. Well, there was nothing to do but try to deal with this alarming development. She had made a Christmas wish to spend the night with him. He presumed she didn’t mean a sleepover.

“Miss Granger, why in the world would you want to spend the night with me? I’m twice your age, not very handsome, and most of the time, not very nice. I haven’t done anything to try and attract you. If anything, I should repel you like I repel everyone,” he said to her.

Hermione looked at him and swallowed. He could tell she was gathering up her courage.

“Well, you don’t repel me. I am very attracted to you Professor. Very attracted. That’s why I kissed you today and told you how old I was. I was hoping you’d be attracted to me too. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the end of my sixth year, actually more than kiss you…” she said, her voice faltering.

Snape blinked at her, unable to believe what he was hearing. Did Miss Granger just imply she wanted to fuck him? Thanatos' Black-ribbed Steed. This was insane.

“Miss Granger, I’m afraid I can’t…” he began

“Professor, just hear me out before you say ‘no, I can’t do it, it wouldn’t be right.’ Please?” the witch said, a pleading look in her eyes.

The Professor sighed as he looked at his student.

“Go ahead, Miss Granger,” he said.

“Professor I think you are the most brilliant man I know. What you know about potions and ingredients would fill volumes. I admire intelligence, Professor. And it is next to impossible to even have an intelligent conversation with any of the wizards my own age. They don’t care about the mind. All they care about is the body.”

“Now they pursue me, but when I was in the lower grades and hadn’t filled out, was buck-toothed and bushy-haired, none of them paid any attention to me. Most of the time they were mean to me…teased me about being a bookworm and studying all the time. Some even thought I’d be an easy mark because I was so unattractive, and tried to put the moves on me because they figured I was desperate for attention. Now those same wizards want to court me. I may have changed outside, but I am still the same person inside. The way they treated me taught me that looks aren’t important, it’s character and what’s on the inside.”

She looked at him.

“You aren’t handsome, Professor. But you aren’t ugly either. You have the most amazing eyes and lashes. Your nose is big, but you would look strange without it. It suits your face, gives it character. My father has a big nose too,” she smiled at him.

The Potions Master continued to look at her, expressionless.

“Your mouth is nice. It’s soft too,” she said softly.

The Professor felt a tightening in his loin area.

Hermione reached out and hesitatingly took one of his large pale hands in hers, turning it palm up.

“You have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man,” she breathed, tracing his palm with her finger, running it over the calluses and small shiny burns on his fingertips. “When you use them to make potions, they are so precise, so assured and confident. I love to watch you prepare ingredients. It’s like your hands would never make a mistake…”

Hermione had no idea what her touch was doing to the Potions Master. He gently pulled his hand away.

“And your voice. It’s so rich, soft and silky, but holds so much command,” she sighed, sounding rather dreamy, “so much…promise.”

She shifted in the armchair.

“Then there is the way you carry yourself. You are so imposing, commanding…dominating no matter where you are,” she sighed, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, which sharpened a bit. “And you have a strong body, I felt it today when I kissed you. I hug Harry and Ron all the time so I can tell you work out. You hide it under your robes.”

Snape self-consciously smoothed the fabric of his nightshirt. The seventh-year continued.

“Professor, I am eighteen now, considered old enough to know what I want and make my own decisions. Wizards that don’t hold any interest for me are pursuing me. The only thing we have in common is age. But I’m having sexual urges, dreams…even fantasies. So intense they wake me up at night…and I have to do things to try to relieve myself, and it doesn’t work so well. I’m ready to have sex, Professor, but I don’t want it to be with some young fumbling, half-brained wizard that I have nothing in common with other than our ages, who’ll spread it all over Hogwarts no matter how bad it was. I want my first time to be with someone mature and experienced who can teach me, show me what it’s really about. Someone I respect and admire.”

Now it was the Professor’s turn to shift in his chair. She was getting to the knuts and sickles of it now. Hermione went on.

“I know the work you do for the Order, Professor, and what you sacrifice to serve. You are helping the entire wizarding world without receiving a bit of thanks or even appreciation. You are tortured and beaten, and then come crawling back here sometimes held together by little more than your skin. I’ve seen it myself, Professor. I’ve been in the infirmary while you recovered from the Cruciatus curse. I couldn’t understand at first why you’d go back when you knew how much you’d suffer. I could only come up with one answer. It’s because you care about the welfare of everyone in the wizarding world, and want to try and save it from Voldemort’s evil, and you are willing to give your life to do that. You are a courageous and noble man Professor. If no one else sees that, I do.”

The Professor felt a tightening in his chest. No one had ever expressed appreciation for what he went through, except Albus. He felt exceedingly grateful toward the witch.

“ I could do much worse than having my virginity taken by you, Professor. I admire you, I respect you, I am attracted to you on several different levels, and the idea of giving you pleasure in the process appeals to me. I don’t think you have much pleasure in your life, and you deserve to have some. To be the source of that pleasure would be wonderful. And the best part about it is, if you were to agree to do this, I’d have no shame about it, and no regrets, Professor. No guilt.”

Snape looked at the lovely witch’s sincere expression. She was blushing furiously, but she managed to state her case clearly and compellingly. Although she would feel no guilt, what about him? She was so young, barely an adult. To take what she was offering would be taking unfair advantage of her youthful emotions and obvious infatuation with him.

Hermione looked at him, exhibiting that inscrutable gift that all women seemed to possess in varying degrees, the power of reading men’s minds.

“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, Professor. If anything, I am trying to take advantage of you. I know you must get lonely for female companionship sometimes, and I have never seen you with a woman. So I must be very tempting to you, especially since I’m not wearing any knickers. I think Father Christmas did that on purpose to help me convince you to do this.”

Snape swallowed reflexively at the reminder she had no knickers on. The witch continued speaking.

“I’ve thought about this for almost a year, Professor. It’s really what I want, and you’re the only one who can give it to me. I know love isn’t involved in this, but it doesn’t have to be. I won’t even be looking for love until after I’ve accomplished my educational goal of becoming a Spells Mistress. That will be years from now. I’m not naïve enough to think I won’t be sexually active however. I’m not going to live like a candidate for sainthood. I just want my first time to be with someone that matters. You are that someone, Professor.”

She certainly was compelling.

“What about those ‘gifts’?” the Professor asked her.

Hermione blushed.

“Well, the other part of my present was to have a fantasy fulfilled. It is a rather naughty, kind of twisted one. I don’t know why it turns me on so much. It seems like it shouldn’t, but it does. Maybe something’s wrong with me. I don’t know,” she said.

A fantasy?

“Tell me about it,” the Professor said, his voice dropping low. He was very tempted to give Miss Granger her Christmas wish.

“Well, I know I’ve annoyed you a lot over the past few years,” she began.

“Yes, you have,” the Professor agreed. “Go on.”

“And I thought it would be, well not thought…it just came in a dream…you punished me for all those times I aggravated you…by tying me up and spanking me. And then, after you spanked me, you…you…

“Took your virginity?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she replied, squirming in the armchair a little.

The Professor realized that she was probably juicing up the seat cushion of his chair, since she had no knickers on. This thought made his cock swell. His nightgown began to tent and Miss Granger was looking right at him.

The Professor felt his balls tightening and stood up quickly.

“Excuse me, Miss Granger…I have to…er go to the loo,” he announced, leaving the study and a rather startled Hermione quickly behind.

He practically ran into the loo, closed the door, lifted his nightshirt, closed his eyes and grasped the head of his cock hard, counting down, willing himself not to ejaculate. After a few minutes, his balls relaxed, though his cock remained at half-mast.

Dear Merlin.

The Professor walked up to the mirror and stared at his reflection. He did look a little like a black-haired Scrooge with his nightcap. He pursed his lips. Miss Granger apparently had liked them pressed against her own. He looked at his eyes. Yes, they were rather intense. He tilted his head several different ways, looking at his nose. It was still very large at every angle. Yet she liked it. Her father had a big nose. He held up his hands and studied them, turning them this way and that. They just looked like an ordinary hands to him. It must be a woman thing.

He continued to stare at himself, then realized he was hiding. He was a grown wizard. He shouldn’t be hiding from an eighteen year old witch. But he was.

The Professor took a deep breath.

What an arousing fantasy she had in mind. There had been many times in class that he actually had wanted to take her over his knee and spank her, with no sexual overtones however. She had just aggravated him to that point. But now, the idea of spanking that pert little bottom and then…

He’d be a fool to pass this up. What was the likelihood of this ever happening to him again? A beautiful and brilliant young witch practically begging him to spank then fuck her? Never. This would never happen again.

Snape began to wonder if there might be more to ‘Father Christmas’ than he thought as he exited the bathroom.

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A/N: Well, this is moving pretty straight forward. Hm, the only thing is…this seems to be Hermione’s Christmas present. I wonder what Snape’s is? Hm. Please review.