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The Mirror of Erised	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14691 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Sitting up beside him as he rolled over onto his back, Hermione took a moment to really look at his body. He was thin, almost too thin, but his lanky muscles spoke of strength. His skin was pale, making the black hairs on his arms and legs stand out all the more. His chest was mostly bare save for a light smattering around his nipples and a line of hair starting just beneath his naval to trail down to a nest of black pubic hair. His cock rose out of this nest, hard and eager. He was long and thick, seeming almost too large for his wiry frame.

“Hermione?” His amused voice caught her attention and she blushed pink at having been caught “checking” him out.

“Just what I said.” She mumbled, placing her hands on his chest and moving to straddled his body. “You're very sexy.”

“And you're a silly Witch.” He growled, an embarrassed smirk turning up the corners of his lips. Staring up at her, his expression grew wary and serious. “So........you really want to do this? We're really going to do this?”

“Well yes, unless you don't want to?”

“Oh.” He groaned, his eyes filled with desire. “You can't even imagine how badly I want to do this. I just................”

“Then shhhhh.” She said, leaning forward to press her lips to his. “Ready?” She sat up and gripped his cock, placing it at her opening. He nodded his head, his eyes closed and his lips pressed in a tight, thin line. His mouth fell open as she slowly began to lower herself. “Wait!?”

“What?” His eyes flew open when she froze.

“I nearly forgot.” She said, leaning to the side and reaching out for her discarded clothes. “Oh buggar, I can't reach it. Can you reach your wand?” She asked, sitting back up and gazing down at him.

“My wand? Why?” His eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“Because I need it.” She watched as he reached beneath the covers and pulled out his ebony wand. “Good. Let me see that for a second.”

“Why?”

“Look. If you want to have sex. I need to borrow your wand.” She sighed, holding out her hand. “Thank you.” She said, when he frowned and held it out to her. Pointing it to her stomach she mumbled the incantation watching as the tip glowed red. “Here.” She handed his wand back to him. “I can't believe I almost forgot that.”

“Contraception spell?”

“Yeah. As adorable as I think a little black eyed, black haired baby might be, I don't think either one of us is ready for that at this point in our lives. Now where were we?” Repositioning herself over him, she reached between her legs and placed him back at her opening. Locking her eyes on his, she began to slowly lower herself down onto his cock. His eyes grew wide and then slowly closed as she squeezed him, encasing him in her hot wet sleeve. His hands gripped her hips and his mouth fell open in a long, low groan. “Are you okay?” She whispered when he was fully inside her and she was sitting on top of him.

“Mmmm hmmmm.” He gasped, his voice sounding frantic. “Just....don't....move.” His head tilted back and he let out another low groan. “It's so hot.....so tight......it feels so....”

“Take your time. I need a minute to adjust myself, you're so big.”

“I am?” His eyes were open now and he staring up at her.

“Yes.” She flushed pink. “Bigger then anyone I've ever been with. Oh look at you.” She laughed at the pleased smile on his face. “You Wizard's are all the same. Always concerned about the size of your wand. Are you ready?”

“I think so.” He whispered. “Ahhhhhhhh.” A long breathy gasp escaped his lips as she slowly lifted and then lowered back down on his aching cock. As she worked herself up and down, she watched the changing expressions on his face as he struggled to maintain control.

“You don't have to always be in control, Severus.” She hissed, pressing her palms down on his chest as she moved. “Just let go, let it all go.”

“Ohhhhhh fuck.” He cried out, loud and desperate, his fingers clutching her hips as he arched his back lifting them both up off the mattress. She struggled to maintain her rhythm as he thrashed beneath her, trying to thrust himself up faster inside her.

“Try bending your knees and putting your feet on the mattress.” She moaned, moving her hands to his shoulders as he moved his legs and slid his hands down to grip the cheeks of his arse. “That's it.” She groaned as he pushed up with his legs, his cock pounding inside of her.

“Oh fuck. It......feels.....so......good.” He panted as he moved his hips, his face a mask of agonized pleasure. “I'm not going to last.....I'm going to.........” He cried out in a guttural groan as he came, his body bucking violently as he emptied inside of her. Panting he collapsed back on the mattress, his breath coming in gasps. 'I'm sorry. I didn't make you come. It felt so good, I couldn't........”

“Shhhh. It's okay. I didn't expect you too. I imagine it's a rather intense feeling the first time.” She watched in horror as a tear leaked from the corner his closed eye and trailed down his cheek. “Severus. It's okay. I don't mind.” He opened his eyes and stared up at her, his eyes lost and haunted.

“What a wasted life I've led. What a mess I've made of everything.”

“Oh Prof......Severus.....” Bending over she let him hug her, clutching her to him.

“I don't want to die. I don't want to go to Azkaban.”

“You won't.” She whispered, stroking his hair. “It will be okay.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It won't be okay. Soon I will have to do something that will damn my soul for all eternity.”

Pushing herself up she stared down at him. “Then don't. Don't do it.”

“I don't have a choice.”

“Leave. Run away. Go to America, Canada, New Zealand.”

“There is no where I can go.” He sighed, raising his left arm and running his hand across the skull and snake tattoo, his face serious. “And I'm not a coward. I won't run away from my responsibilities. I've said too much.” His voice tight as he dropped his arm. “You probably want to get back to your common room.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I can stay. We could do it again......if you'd like.”

“You would do that?” She nodded her head. “Mmmmm. I believe I would like that. But no more talking.” Gripping her waist, he turned, dumping her on the mattress and covering her with his body. “Just give me a moment to recover.”

“And what shall we do in those moments? Since we're not talking.”

“Oh I can think of one or two things.” He whispered, lowering his head to capture a nipple between his lips. Laving his tongue, he sucked and teased, pulling it to a hardened nub. Leaning back he gazed down at her, his eyes sweeping over her naked form. “I can't believe I'm here with you, like this.”

“Like what?”

“Naked. Touching. Having sex. With you. Even you can't deny that this is strange.”

“Yes. It's strange. But it's nice. Don't you think it's nice?” Moving up her body, he stared down into her face.

“It's very nice Ms. Granger.” He whispered, pressing his lips to hers.

“Good.” She groaned, returning his kiss and deepening it, her tongue entering his mouth to dance intricately with his. As they kissed, her hands roamed, exploring his long lean frame. “Mmmm.” He grunted softly, when she ran her fingers across one flat nipple, pinching and teasing until it was hard. His hands were equally busy; running up and down her back, cupping her round bottom and teasing between her legs. Reaching between them, her hand slid down his flat belly, fingering the line of hair below his naval, before slipping down to grasp his semi hard cock. “Feels like your getting there, Professor.” She moaned into his mouth, squeezing and stroking him as he grew larger and harder in her hand.

“Mmmm. Yes.” He growled, inserting his index finger into her tight, wet channel. “I want to be inside you again. I want to make you come this time. Are you ready.” She nodded her head, gripping his waist as he moved into position over her. Spreading her legs, she reached down, guiding him to her center.

“Okay.” She whispered, moving her hands back to his waist. She watched his face grow serious as he slowly pressed himself inside of her.

“So tight, so hot.” He gasped, resting his forehead against her neck and taking a few steadying breaths. She lay still as he moved his hips experimentally, pulling himself out before thrusting back in. Pushing himself up on his arms, he thrust again, trying different angles and speeds. The expression on his face was one she had seen so many times; bent over a steaming cauldron, adding ingredients with exacting precision, she could almost hear the workings of his mind as he puzzled out the best way to go about fucking her. His deep baritone pulled her out of her revere. “How is this for you. Will you be able to come?”

“I....I....I....don't know.” She stuttered, staring up into his serious face. “I've never before.....not doing this......”

He stop thrusting and took a few deep breaths. “What can I do differently? Is there something I can change that will help you reach orgasm.”

She frowned, thinking. Again no one had ever asked her what would feel best for her. Focusing her attention on the feeling of him filling her, she flexed her muscles tentatively.

“Hermione......?”

“Hang on. I'm thinking. Can you come closer?” She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him down until his belly was pressed against hers. Bracing himself on his forearms, he moved his hips thrusting in and out. “I'm not too heavy?”

“No.” She gasped, amazed at the change of feeling just that small move had made. “Can you move up just a little bit?”

“Like this?” He asked, shifting his body up, her face was now staring into his chest. “Better.”

“Oh fuuuuuccccckkkk.” She cried out as he moved his hips, the broad length of his cock now rubbing directly across her clit.

“I think that's it.” He murmured to himself. Surging forward with his hips he felt a glow of pure male pride at the way she whimpered and gasped, crying out with each thrust of his hips. Having come twice already in quick succession he found he was able to focus on the greedy way her pussy clutched at his cock and the way her tiny fingers dug frantically into his hips, rather then his own impending orgasm. Determined to make her come, he moved his hips, listening and sensing her reaction to each thrust. For herself, Hermione was awash with pleasure at the feelings coursing through her body, never had it felt like this, never had it felt this good. She could feel the ball of tension forming in her stomach, growing larger and larger with each brush of his thick cock against her clit.

His skin was slick with sweat and his balls were throbbing painfully when she suddenly cried out, trembling beneath him. His cries joined hers as her muscles tightened around him, making an already snug fit even tighter. Groaning, he gripped her hip and thrust his hips frantically, now fully focused on chasing his own climax. He was vaguely aware of her stiffening beneath him as she came. Crying out loudly, he groaned as he exploded inside of her, her muscles milking him as his cock jerked with the force of his release. “Oh Merlin.” He gasped, collapsing heavily onto the bed beside her.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Hermione folded up the Invisibility cloak and tucked it under her arm as she walked through the deserted castle corridors. The early morning light cast a soft glow over the stone walls. She had left him sleeping, exhausted after making love for the third time. Her legs ached and she wondered vaguely if she had any pain potion handy in her dorm room. She didn't feel guilty about leaving him sleeping, sure that he would appreciate avoiding the awkward moment when they would have to part ways as much as she did. A small thrill ran through her as she remembered how he had looked and sounded when he had guided her hand down to his hard cock and shyly asked if she would get on her hands and knees for him. He had made her come again, his large hands running up and down her spine, while his thighs and balls slapped against the swell of her arse. He had cried out her name, her first name, when he had come, his cock pulsing inside her as it emptied. Reaching the portrait opening to the Gryffindor common room, she leaned forward and whispered “Fortuna Major.”

Epilogue

“Do you think he would have done it? Draco?” The wind whipped Hermione's hair as they stood on the astronomy tower gazing down at the lake.

“No.” Harry shook his head, looking between his two best friends. “He was lowering his wand. In the end it was Snape. It was always Snape.”

Hermione sat on the floor of Ron's room at The Burrows surrounding by stack of books.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, entering the room with Ron.

“Just trying to decide which ones to take with us. When we're hunting for Horcruxes.”

“Oh of course,” Ron said, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”

“Oh ha, ha. It doesn't hurt to be prepared.” Hermione glared at the two boys. “Speaking of which, you two might think about gathering your things together, in case we need to leave in a hurry.”

“Already done.” Harry said, joining her on the floor and pulling his rucksack to him. “Though I wonder....” He reached in and pulled out a small framed picture. “I know we're meant to be traveling light, but do you suppose it's alright if I bring this?”

“What is it?” Hermione looked up at him.

“Picture of my parents.

“Can I see?” She held her hand out and took the frame from him. “You're mother had long red hair.” She whispered, almost breathlessly, her finger trailing across the figure in the photo.

“Yeah, you knew that. Why are you looking like that?”

“I guess I just forgot.” She whispered hoarsely. Forcing a stained smile onto her face, she held the picture out for Harry to take. “Of course you should bring it with you. It's small. We'll just make room.”

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