Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape

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Chapter 5 ~ A Living Christmas Gift

Snape returned to the study and froze instantly at the sight that met him. The seventh-year witch had her back to him and was bent over the box again. But this time she was reaching for the items in the bottom of the huge container, so she was not slightly bent, but leaning completely over, her legs spread, ass in the air and giving a very clear view of her tight little twat. Once again the Professor threatened to swoon. But if he fell forward his cock would probably save him from hitting the floor face first.

Hermione continued to rummage in the box, her ass swinging about freely, unaware that her Potions Professor might be heading for an early grave. He just wasn’t used to the sight of fresh, young pussy, especially swinging freely about in his study. Finally, Hermione managed to gather the items in the bottom of the box together and stood up. She turned around to see a stricken Potion Master standing stiffly before his bedroom door, his black eyes glazed and staring.

“Professor! Are you all right?” Hermione said, running over to him and peering into his face. For a moment she was afraid he’d had a stroke or something. Then he drew in a ragged breath, and starting breathing again. Hermione almost slumped with relief. The paddle slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor, sliding a bit so it was behind the witch. She turned around to pick it up.

“DON’T PICK THAT UP!” the Professor bellowed at her, an insane look in his eyes. Hermione froze like a deer in the headlights, her eyes wide and slightly afraid. Professor Snape looked at the frightened witch and felt horrible. He hadn’t meant to scare her, just couldn’t take another flash of her delicious, delicate parts.

“Miss Granger, if you bend over like that again, my heart won’t be able to take it,” he said a bit quieter.

“Drat! I keep forgetting,” Hermione said.

But there was something in her eyes that suggested that might not be completely true. But the Professor was too busy recovering to notice. He walked over to the fallen paddle, picked it up and turned it over in his hands. He looked at Hermione.

“And this is for what? A game?” he asked her.

Hermione gave him a small, tremulous smile.

“No. Actually, that’s what you used to spank me with in my dream,” she replied.

Snape almost dropped the paddle. It bounced around in his hands comically before he caught it and gingerly handed it back to her.

He cleared his throat.

“I see,” he said hoarsely.

Hermione nodded toward the ropes in her hand.

“And these are the ropes you tied me up with. My wrists and ankles. I don’t know what the blindfold is for. There wasn’t a blindfold in my dream,” she said, looking puzzled.

Snape thought it might be to give her the option of covering her eyes if he took her up on her offer. She had no idea how arousing she was in that obscenely short elf getup, no knickers and holding items meant to put her at his mercy.

Hermione looked up at him hopefully.

“So, are you going to give me my Christmas wish, Professor?” she asked him, her innocent amber eyes meeting his. She was such a small witch. She couldn’t be taller than five-three A very well proportioned five-three.

“Miss Granger, let’s sit down again and discuss this a little further. I want you to understand exactly what it is you’re asking of me,” the Professor said, gesturing toward the armchairs again.

Hermione walked before him toward the chairs. He tried to keep his eyes above waist level but failed miserably. He felt like a dirty old man. She took a seat, then he joined her.

“Miss Granger,” he said, trying to be delicate. “I am a full grown wizard. There are distinct differences between myself and a wizard of your own age. Physical differences. Differences that might make your experience with me…more painful than you’d like.”

Hermione blinked at him.

“I don’t think you’d hurt me on purpose, Professor,” she said.

“No. No I wouldn’t Miss Granger…but it would still hurt. Losing your virginity hurts,” he said, unable to believe he was talking to the witch about this.

Hermione thought about this.

“Well, maybe that’s why you spank me first,” she said consideringly. “If my ass is sore, then maybe losing my cherry won’t seem as painful.”

Cherry? Good gods. But she had a point. It would still hurt, but would probably hurt less than a thorough spanking would. The Professor frowned a moment.

“Miss Granger, exactly how hard did I spank you in your dream?” he asked.

“Pretty hard. Both my cheeks were bright red,” she said.

Merlin.

The Potions Master frowned at her.

“And you think you’d like that? Being spanked until your buttocks are bright red?” he asked her. That sounded very painful. Then to get fucked afterwards? Ouch.

Her eyes glowed a bit. The hunger in them was startling. It certainly wasn’t a virginal look by any means.

“Yes. I think I would like it very much, Professor.

Well, she wanted him to spank her. His black eyes swept over her again, appraisingly this time. She was lovely. He wasn’t sure that he would be able to perform if his reaction to just looking at her pussy was any indication. Premature ejaculation was a very real possibility. He steeled himself. He had to let her know this could be a problem. He cleared his throat a bit, then spoke.

“Miss Granger. It has been almost four years since I’ve had the pleasure of being with a woman. You are quite desirable. My reactions to you are …very strong,” he began.

“That’s a good thing, right?” she said eagerly. Ah the exuberance of youth.

“In most cases, yes. In this case, no. I fear, Miss Granger I might finish before I start,” he admitted. “You are simply too alluring, and I am simply too starved.”

Hermione looked confused by this…then realization dawned on her face.

“Oh, you’re afraid you might come before you get inside me,” she said, her brow furrowed.

The Professor winced. The blatant truth of her statement sort of stung his ego. Every male wants a woman to be impressed with his staying power. It had just been so long for him.

“Yes,” he said shortly, scowling a bit.

Hermione didn’t look the least disturbed about this possibility. She leaned forward in the armchair, her eyes bright. He knew that look. It was her “I know the solution” look.

“Well, that’s easy enough to take care of, Professor. Just drink a stamina potion with a small drop of lust potion. You’ll be fine,” she said, smiling at him as if all were right with the world. As he thought about it, perhaps it was. That was the perfect solution. The witch was almost too smart for her own good. But there was one problem.

“My potions are in the storeroom are in my classroom. I can’t get out of here to get at them,” the Professor said. Hermione’s face dropped.

Suddenly, the wall leading out of the study slid up invitingly. Both Snape and Hermione rose in their chairs and turned around, looking over the backs of them at the open wall. Then they looked at each other.

“This is strange,” Hermione said, turning back to look at the open wall.

Snape however, kept his eyes on the witch.

“Yes,” he breathed, “quite strange indeed, Miss Granger.”

Hermione turned to look at the Professor, the poofball of her elf hat flopping into her face. She flipped it back and met his eyes. They seemed much blacker than usual, if that was possible.

“So Professor, have you decided to be my Christmas gift? It seems like someone other than me thinks you should,” she said.

Snape gave her a rather melancholy smirk.

“Miss Granger, with that wall open, you have an opportunity to leave here, and forget about all this. To return to Gryffindor Tower safe and untouched by your snarky, old man of a Potions Master,” he said softly.

Hermione frowned indignantly.

“You are not old! You’re only thirty-six. In wizarding years you’ve barely reached your prime! You won’t even be middle-aged until you’re eighty. You’re not an old man, Professor. You’re not even near it. You’ve just been through so much and seen so much you feel aged. And I don’t want to return to Gryffindor Tower now, I want to be touched and more than touched when I leave here. The only way I’ll go out that door is if you physically throw me out. And then I’ll spend the rest of the year making you feel guilty about throwing me out in this getup without any knickers!” she spat, her amber eyes flashing at him angrily.

The Potions Master actually grinned. Hermione was taken aback. It was the closest thing to a smile on the wizard that she had ever seen. He looked years younger. And handsomer too.

“Calm down, Miss Granger. I have no intentions of flinging you into the corridors of Hogwarts dressed like that. I just wanted to give you the opportunity to rethink your position. It is a great gift you’re offering me, one that can’t be taken back once given. I just want you to be sure that you truly want this. Want me,” he said, his eyes sober.

“I do want you,” she said softly, meeting his eyes. He felt a powerful throb at the look in her eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman wanted him. It was a heady feeling. His cock throbbed in agreement.

The Potions Master rose from the armchair.

“Very well, Miss Granger. If I am what you want for Christmas, then you shall have your gift,” he said. The seventh year grinned from ear to ear with excitement.

“Thank you, Professor!” she said, leaping off the armchair and sailing into his arms, planting another unskilled but definitely enthusiastic kiss on his lips. This time he kissed her back, and she gave a little moan of surprise and then of pleasure, as he captured her lips gently between his and suckled them, before moving his mouth against hers sensually. His hands slipped down her back, unaware her shirt had ridden quite high and her ass and lower back were exposed. He gasped when his hand came in contact with the soft skin of her lower back. It felt like heated satin.

Hermione gasped too, and moved against him encouragingly. The Professor let his hands slide lower, slowly, reverently, appreciating the feel of a willing woman under his palms. He came to the swell of her buttocks, and hesitated. Then he swept his hands over her full globes, gripping them lightly and pulling her against him. For the first time in her life, Hermione felt a man’s erection throbbing against her. A pool of heat hit her lower belly and she gasped, shuddering and pulling back from his kiss.

“Professor…something’s happening. I feel…my belly feels…” she whispered, her eyes wide as she looked up at him.

“Warm? Tingly? Right here?” Snape asked her softly, sliding his hand just beneath her navel.

“Yes,” she breathed, “It’s warm and tingly, but it’s also almost like feeling hungry, but in the wrong place.”

“That’s desire, Miss Granger. Believe me, it’s in the right place,” he replied, kissing her again.

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A/N: My, my. A gentler, kinder Snape not too bad either. I have a feeling this fic will appeal to you soft SS/HG relationship honeybuns. No roughrider this time, I think. Well, not a brutal roughrider anyway. I think he’s too thankful for the opportunity to want to hurt Hermione in any way. Anyhow, please review.