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Priceless Private Lessons	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34954 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: On with the show. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four - 'Did I Say Anything About Homework?'
For a moment, Hermione stood frozen, her hand still on the doorknob. As much as she wanted to jump the professor, her pride forbade her to just turn around and rush into that other mysterious room. She didn't want to appear that needy...
"Do I sense some reluctance, Miss Granger?" Snape asked, tilting his head. "Now be a bit quick on this...or would you rather prefer to take the second half of this double-lesson to Gryffindor Tower instead..."
The Gryffindor Tower?
"...with your classmates to overhear?" He added with a smirk, sure that his suggestion would definitely bring a shocked expression to Hermione's face.
"Gods, no!" Hermione exclaimed and flushed at the idea of her friends and fellow students, let alone Minerva McGonagall's reaction to witnessing Hermione's immoral private lesson. She doubted it would be a silent one.
Hermione hurried over quickly and disappeared into the room which seemed to be the Professor's bedroom. Snape mumbled a silencing spell over it, locked and warded the door behind him, making sure no one would bother them.
Once in the room, Hermione looked around. The typical stony walls of the dungeons looked bare and Spartan due to the lack of decoration; except for a Slytherin banner. However, the fire in the fireplace was lit and the crackling flames gave the room a cosy atmosphere. Hermione's eyes wandered around over several pieces of furniture and soon her attention was drawn to the mahogany four-poster bed. Naturally, the bedclothes were in Slytherin colours, all shades of green with silver embroidery.
"Now then, remove your clothes." Snape said casually, turning towards her. Hermione felt herself blush again; getting rid of her school uniform would leave her far more vulnerable than she felt comfortable with. Nevertheless, it had been just been a matter of time until this point, she had been prepared for this.
Well, at least I'm going to see some well hidden secrets too...
With an inward sigh, she made to flick her wand to take off her clothes magically but it was torn from her hand as the professor walked past her.
"No, no magic here. You will undress yourself the Muggle way." Snape stated as he made himself comfortable on the bed. Hermione frowned.
"That's...that's discrimination!" She retorted defiantly and the professor raised a brow.
"Is it? Well, old habits die hard, I guess..." He gave her a reproving look. "...just like your incapability of restraining your verbal outbursts! Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek."
"What? But I..."
"Twenty."
Despite her anger over the unfair loss of points, Hermione bit her tongue. This was definitely not the right time for such an argument.
Snape inwardly chuckled. Provoking her, stirring up a little subdued aggression to her present mood perfectly fit into his concept.
"Clothes, Miss Granger." He reminded her, causing Hermione to start unbuttoning her ruined blouse angrily.
Unlike Hermione, Snape did use magic to get rid of all of his black garments. All, except his billowing robes which contributed greatly to his intimidating appearance and now covered most of his pale body. He suspected that Hermione was curious to see him naked, so denying her that sight for the moment while she had to strip down before him would add greatly to her state of anger.
Uuuuh, that's mean! I can't see anything!
Hermione shot malignant glances towards her professor, then calmly but with a hint of sarcasm asked for permission to speak.
"May I ask you a question...Sir?" She emphasized the last word. "Without the risk of losing house points, I mean." Hermione kept on undressing herself slowly. Watching her every move attentively, Snape indicated her to speak freely now.
"Wouldn't you consider it a fair deal if I, same as you, could keep on at least one piece of clothing?"
He considered her request for a few moments. "Fair enough. You may leave your knee socks on then."
Yes! No...wait...!
It took a second for Hermione to realise that her lousy attempt at asserting claims had just backfired. As a matter of fact, it was more likely that Snape would benefit from the sight of Hermione in white knee socks rather than she would feel more comfortable with that piece of clothing left.
Hermione had the strong feeling that she was just getting herself deeper in trouble every time she spoke. So she decided to just shut up from now. Meanwhile, having removed the last piece of protective clothing, Hermione shifted uneasily from foot to foot, waiting for further instruction.
"Nice. Very nice." The Professor approved of her appearance, giving her elevator eyes. "Now sit."
Sit?
"Sit? Where?" Hermione quickly looked around the room unsure of what exactly he wanted her to do. Professor Snape's sudden devilish smirk frightened her, yet fuelled her arousal even more.
"Make an educated guess." Snape replied and Hermione could have sworn he had just given her a wink. That said, he moved his robes aside, revealing a proud erection.
Gulp! Does he really expect me to...?
With weak knees, Hermione followed Snape's come-here-gesture, oodles of thoughts running through her lust fogged brain. She recalled her few encounters with Ron. They had never tried anything other than old fashioned missionary position. How could they? Once Hermione had agreed to have sex with Ronald Weasley, he was upon her – and down again in a trice... In retrospect this was pretty sad. The prospect of actually being 'on top' excited and scared Hermione all the same.
"Come on. On top of me."
Cautiously climbing over him, Hermione squinted down at his length. Well, this wouldn't be the first time she had him inside her, yet she felt a little nervous because of the new angle.
"Um...is this going to..." Hermione insecurely started forming her question.
"Hurt?" Snape completed the sentence for her, amused. Hermione really wasn't dumb. "It would be a lie if I said it won't. At least at first, when I'll start hitting your cervix due to the deep penetration..."
Err...ouch?
"No need to worry, however." Despite Hermione's panicked look, Snape grasped her hips, starting to lower her onto himself. Hermione bit her lip, but a moan escaped her at the sudden invasion. Slowly, she slid all the way down to the base, eyes closed. He had been right, it was painful, awfully painful but still the pleasure overwhelmed her. However, being as wet as October certainly helped her complete the task.
"Good. Keep on doing that, just quicker." Snape instructed her, fascinated and turned on by Hermione's contorted face which was displaying a delicate mixture of pain and pleasure. This girl, impaling her tight self over his length was the hottest thing he'd seen in years.
Hermione complied, repeating the movements in quick succession; bouncing up and down on her professor with relish and increasingly less containment.
"Now," she heard him say as he started thrusting up, his voice hoarse. "Continue, but swivel your hips in a circle."
Again, Hermione did as she was told, openly panting and mumbling obscenities.
"Clench your inner muscles." This was not a request, but a command.
And clench she did. Good heavens, this felt so incredibly good! Her blood pounded in her ears; her heart skipping a beat every now and then but it still wasn't enough. As much as she appreciated this new experience, and the obvious power that came along with it, the newly discovered masochistic side of her just couldn't help but long for that snarky, dominant bastard of their first tryst, who just took instead of giving and didn't give a shit about her being in pain.
As if he would have read her thoughts, Hermione abruptly found herself turned onto her back; her wrists effectively pinned beside her head, Snape burying her under his weight. She gasped.
Did he just use Legilimency on me?
"That's what you had secretly hoped for when you came to me, didn't you?" Snape hissed, leaving Hermione breathlessly staring into his coal black eyes which were glistening with excitement. "Dreamed of me abusing you. Do you deny it, Miss Granger?" Emphasizing his words, he thrust into her to the hilt without any warning, eliciting yet another gasp from Hermione. "Admit it!" He demanded in that very patronizing and authoritative voice that always gave her goose bumps.
"I...aahh..." Another deep thrust motivated Hermione to overcome her present state of not being able to form coherent sentences. "...yes, yes, I admit it!"
"Lack of honorific. Another twenty points from Gryffindor! You will address me properly!" Professor Snape growled into Hermione's ear. She couldn't believe how much his aggressive demeanor thrilled her. Hermione felt intimidated and trapped in her current position, yet unspeakably...safe, in a weird way.
"Yes, I do admit it, Professor." Hermione corrected her answer, trembling. "There's nothing I can do about it. I am sexually attracted to you." She whispered, hardly audible.
"You are a twisted little thing, do you know that?" Snape asked rhetorically, biting Hermione's earlobe, setting a steady and rough pace that made Hermione squirm and whimper underneath him.
Just as Hermione's clenching became treasonably erratic, her eyelids fluttering shut at the increasing intensity of the longed for warmth which was just about to spread across her groin with all its power. Poor Hermione felt thunderstruck as her orgasm was kept away from her due to Snape's sudden physical withdrawal.
"What the f...?"
Her eyes flew open in surprise. Staring down at Hermione with piercing black eyes and a sadistic smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, Professor Snape condescendingly purred to her.
"Wanton, selfish minx..." Hermione's eyes widened at his ominous words. "...you really thought I didn't realise it, did you?" Hermione blinked in confusion.
"Realised what?" She asked a little frightened, her brain desperately trying to remember what she possibly could have done wrong. "I don't know what you're referring to, Sir."
That said, Hermione found herself turned around again, laying flat on her stomach this time. With a sudden tug on her bushy chestnut hair, the professor pulled her into a kneeling position, pushing her head down onto the pillow.
Oh Gods, no! He wouldn't, would he...? Not now...
Snape's original condition rang in Hermione's ears.
...involving any opening anatomically provided...
Luckily, her fear seemed to be unfounded for the time being.
Phew. Different lesson...
Instead, Hermione shrieked at the feeling of the burning sting of a resounding smack on her exposed buttocks which was high in the air.
"Ouch!"
"Do you remember now?" Snape asked in a stern but amused voice.
"No!" Hermione whimpered. "I have no idea!"
*smack! smack! smack!*
"You don't know? Well, let's try again..."
*smack! smack! smack!*
"Aaaahhh!" Hermione sobbed, her hands clenching uncontrollably in the sheets as Snape mercilessly kept on raining harsh blows to her rear end with his bare hand.
*smack!*
"For your information, Miss Granger, I did witness your unsuccessful banana 'eating' in the Great Hall earlier today."
Oh crap!
*smack!*
"Did I say anything about 'homework'?" He asked sardonically, driving Hermione crazy by still denying her the physical contact she desired.
"No Sir, you didn't!" Hermione confessed since there was no point in lying. "I'm so sorry! Professor, pleeeaaaase...!"
"Don't you ever do that again!" Snape snarled, emphasizing his statement by thrusting deeply in her, pinching her nipples sharply. Hermione cried out at his recurring aggressiveness, fidgeting but eager to meet her potions master's skilful movements.
"I'll be good, I promise!"
This time, Hermione found the release she was so urgently looking for.
Hermione fell over the edge as she felt Professor Snape fill her with his hot seed once more, accompanied by his primal sound in response to her violent clenching; milking him in the process. Finally, they both collapsed, Snape burying Hermione underneath him.
Exhausted, the ill assorted couple waited for their breathing to return to normal. Hermione's eyelids became heavy and she was surprised at her weird impulse to just snuggle up against her professor and fall asleep. She wasn't sure if she had ever felt that good before...
Sensing her sentimentalism, Snape considered a moment. On the one hand, having a warm body in his bed for the night ahead sounded tempting and somehow reassuring. On the other hand, in case he interpreted Hermione's dreamy expression right, for some reason their little arrangement had obviously started to become more than strictly sexual to the always overly hasty Gryffindor.
Things would become complicated if he didn't nip this misled romantic turn in the bud, thereby keeping the crucial emotional distance. Professor Snape did what everybody expected him to do...be one nasty and callous bastard.
Looking Hermione straight in the eye, he coldly stated. "Now then. It's time for you to go. You may use my fireplace if you like. Floo powder is on the mantel piece."
Hermione swallowed hard, suppressing the disappointment that gradually took possession of her.
Silly me. What did I expect?
"As you wish, Professor." She said, jumping out of bed and hastily gathered her clothes. "Don't put yourself to any bother on my account. I'll show myself out." Bravely ignoring her hurt pride, Hermione cleared her throat. "Next lesson will be when, Sir?"
"I'll let you know." Snape replied, showing no emotion at all.
"Very well." Hermione headed for the door of his bedroom. "See you in class, Professor."
"In class." He nodded.

A/N: Uuuuh, heartless Professor! And still - isn't Hermione just one lucky witch?^^ I'll be so happy to learn about your opinion!
I guess there will be at least one more chapter after this one. Still one more orifice to go, remember? ;-p Please review!
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