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Dream Come True	By : firemaiden04 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The students of Hogwarts milled around the grounds on this beautiful late spring day. It was Saturday, and everyone, even the teachers, wanted nothing more than to be outside and enjoy the sunshine.

They would all have been quite surprised to know what their Head Girl and least favorite professor were doing at that very moment, hidden in the Room of Requirement, away from prying eyes and ears.

The Room had transformed to accommodate them: there was an enormous bed, and a table and some chairs that were the perfect height, and even some complicated contraption hanging from the ceiling that looked like a swing but would require a certain amount of figuring out before anyone could use it.

Snape had Hermione pinned up against the wall, grinding himself against her while he alternated between kissing her and biting at her neck and ears. Hermione gasped and writhed and arched beneath him, begging him for more.

“Please, Severus,” she gasped, and whimpered as his hand sought her breast and kneaded and pinched, stimulating her sensitive nipple as he ground against her.

“Please what, Hermione?” he demanded roughly. “Tell me exactly what you want.” His hand slid down from her breast to tease her between her legs, brushing ever-so-lightly against her clitoris in a way that made her buck against his hand and tremble.

Hermione moaned, hesitant and somewhat embarrassed. “Severus…”

“Tell me, Hermione,” he said, rubbing her just a little harder. “I want you to say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Severus…oh, please…please, give it to me. Make me come, oh, God, I need you so bad…I can’t take this…”

“Oh, I think you can take it, Hermione,” Severus said dismissively, continuing to tease her, resisting her efforts as she rotated her hips forward in an attempt to get him to touch her the way she so desperately wanted. “How do you want me to make you come, Hermione? Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“I…Severus…please, I need…”

“What, Hermione? What do you need? Say it. I need to hear it.”

“Fuck me, Severus…oh, God, please, fuck me…”

“You want to know what I want, Hermione?” he queried, as he began to stroke her slit, delving just a little into her dripping warmth, making her moan as her head fell back against the wall. “I want to make you scream,” he rasped. “I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you so hard you almost faint. I want to make you come, over and over, until you think you’ll die from the pleasure. I’m not going to take it easy on you, Miss Granger. You’re just going to have to keep up. Do you think you can do that?”

Hermione moaned at his demands, excited beyond belief. He had never been this vocal with her, this demanding, this dominant. “Yes, Severus, please…”

He lifted her bodily and laid her on the large bed, stripping his clothes off as quickly as humanly possible before climbing over her. “But first,” he murmured against her ear, delicately licking the lobe, “I’m going to touch you everywhere, and tease you, and stroke you and lick you until you’re screaming with the need to come.” One hand slid between her legs and began stroking her again, touching her everywhere but there, deliberately avoiding her most sensitive spot. “But I’m not going to give in until I want to, Hermione. I want you writhing and squirming underneath me, begging me to give you what you need.”

Hermione whimpered, overwhelmed and half swooning before Snape’s astronomic lust. The isolation and complete privacy had given him the peace of mind he needed to totally cut loose. No one could find them there, not ever, not unless they willed it. It was liberating his desire; they was free to do whatever they wanted, with no fear of being overheard or discovered. And afterwards, there was no need to sneak away separately…they could sleep all night together if they wished. They had a bed, an enormous bed that they could use however they wanted.

“I’m going to taste you now, Hermione,” Snape said, and slid down between her legs. Her traced around her with his tongue, still avoiding her engorged clitoris. She tried to rotate herself into his mouth, forcing him to give her what she needed, but he quickly reached up with both hands to grasp her waist, stilling her movements so that she was helpless beneath him.

He continued to tease her, bringing her to such a heightened level of lust that she felt ready to cry with need. “Please, Severus,” she whimpered, trembling with anticipation.

Finally, he slowly moved his tongue where she wanted, and, with the lightest of strokes, delicately licked her clitoris.

Hermione wailed and surged against him, desperate for more. He quickly stilled her again with his hands, but he tongued her more firmly, listening to her mewling cries as her head rolled back and forth on her pillow. He felt her begin to tense, and he immediately pulled away, sliding back up next to her and replacing his tongue with his fingers, back to teasing her.

She moaned breathlessly, writhing against his hand, trembling with need. “Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, “Not just yet, Hermione.” She whimpered as he continued this pattern, teasing her, slowly bringing her just to the breaking point, then backing off and letting her gasp and pulse with need, waiting for her to calm again before he started to stimulate her again. She felt faint, delirious with want. Time ceased to have any meaning…they could have been doing this for five minutes or five hours, she had no clue.

Finally, after a century of teasing, Snape began to stimulate her more intently, bringing her to a steady precipice. Hermione bit her lip, hoping, praying that he would finally give her what she wanted.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she gasped, feeling the approaching tingles of orgasm with a frantic eagerness. Snape quickly pulled his hand away, leaving her gasping and breathless with need beneath him. “No, no, no, please, Severus, please, help me…”

“That’s right, Hermione,” he rasped. “Beg me. No, no, no,” he admonished, catching her hand that she had moved down to touch herself, so desperate to climax she wanted to scream. “Only I can give it to you, Hermione. You want it? Tell me you want it.”

“Oh, please, Severus, make me come—God I’m so close—I need it so bad, please, help me, Severus…”

“Good girl,” he hissed, and returned his hand to her center, simultaneously sliding two fingers inside her and curling them into her most tender spot, and stroking her clitoris with his thumb, and only a few firm, rough strokes sent her plummeting over the edge into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. She nearly came off the bed as she arched and convulsed, screaming at the all-enveloping sensation, so intense she felt like she was going to pass out.

“That’s it, Hermione, scream for me—oh, God, that’s right, is that what you needed?” Snape panted, feeling like he was almost going to come himself, just from watching her, hearing her cries. He had to be inside her, right now, he couldn’t take it anymore. He quickly pulled her beneath him and entered her with one solid thrust, sliding into her slick warmth. He felt her throb all around him as the orgasm continued to shudder through her, renewed by his sudden entry, and he groaned at the incredible sensation.

Hermione thrashed beneath him, caught in the grip of her climax, and as Snape began to hammer into her he drew words from her throat that she later wouldn’t remember saying. They poured mindlessly from her mouth, entreating, cajoling, goading, demanding; filthy things that had Snape instantly ready to come. But he wasn’t ready for it to be done yet, and with a grunt he withdrew from her, then rolled her over and pulled her to her hands and knees.

“I’m not done with you yet, dirty girl,” he growled, and plunged into her from behind, immediately beginning a demanding rhythm that had Hermione wailing and shaking beneath him. She probably couldn’t have stopped making noise if she’d wanted to. She was filled to bursting, overwhelmed, helpless with a lust so intense it was purely carnal, primal, animalistic.

Snape moved his hands to her shoulders, holding her upright and keeping her firmly in place for his powerful thrusts. Hermione’s hands clawed at the bedsheets as he pumped into her, stretching her, filling her beyond belief.

Snape moved one hand from her shoulder to slip underneath her torso, down her stomach, to find her clitoris. She jerked against his hand as he rubbed her, so sensitive she felt like she couldn’t stand it. But he held her in place, never ceasing his rhythm, stroking her intently.

Her wails turned to screams he stimulated her beyond bearing, beyond sense, and her vision went white with her crashing climax. Snape felt her shaking around him, and he gritted his teeth. God¸ he wanted to come, but he wanted something else more.

“Again, Hermione,” he rasped, refusing to cease his demanding rhythm. “I want to feel you come again.”

Hermione shrieked and screamed, burying her face into the mattress as it became all too much. She couldn’t take it, she couldn’t…she couldn’t imagine what would happen if he didn’t stop now, because it was too much, too much…

“Ah, God,” Snape panted, face contorting. “Come on, Hermione, come for me…please…I need to feel you again, come on…”

And Hermione entered her third powerful orgasm, so intense it was almost beyond pleasure, entering into something otherworldly, impossibly fierce, violently consuming. She convulsed helplessly, blind to the world. Snape seized her waist with both hands and thrust into her once, twice, thrice more, before his own orgasm rushed and spurted through him. He threw back his head and roared at the intensity of it; it absorbed him, draining him of everything until he was nothing but raw, pulsing sensation.

A long while later, after both of them had regained their ability to breath regularly, they collapsed next to each other on the bed. Hermione felt numb; never, in her wildest dreams, had she imagined something like this…and speaking of dreams…

“Have you thought of anything to explain those dreams, Severus?” she questioned sleepily.

He yawned. “I’ve got a couple of theories…I’m experimenting with one potion right now…”

Hermione jerked, surprised. “What, did you try it on me?”

Snape laughed. “No, no, not like that. I’ve got it in a cauldron in my office…I’m trying to separate it to see what the individual ingredient combinations do. It’s a complex process, and I honestly have no idea whether it will give me any notable results. I’m tempted to go to Flitwick and ask if he knows any charms like this, but I doubt he’ll know anything more than I do.”

Hermione shrugged. “It’s no big deal…it’s just…you notice they’ve been getting…kinkier?”

Snape smiled without humor. “Yes. I noticed.”

“…and not really in the best way, most of the time,” Hermione continued, blushing despite herself. “You remember that one…from two nights ago…”

Snape nodded grimly. “I remember. Not something I enjoy being aroused by, in all honesty.”

Hermione sighed. “I’m just worried…what if they keep getting worse? They tend to stay with me most of the time, and I don’t really like it.”

Snape pulled her against him and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t worry, Hermione. We’ll figure this out. Now try to get some sleep…we owe ourselves a nap, after all that.”

Hermione smiled and nuzzled him back, then sank her head into the pillow with a contented sigh. Sleep overcame her quickly, and Snape wasn’t too far behind.
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