Snaring Snape

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Snaring Snape 5
~Hermione’s Fantasy~

Hermione walked through the library, letting the smell of old leather and musty pages wash over her. She had always found great comfort in the sights, smells and sounds of the library. Reading calmed her in a way nothing else could. Walking down the aisles, she caressed the spines of the old books lovingly, feeling the different textures under her hands. Funny how the thought of all this knowledge at her fingertips could be so arousing, but it was. Rubbing her thighs together under her uniform kilt, she felt the reaction to that arousal. Her bare hardened nipples were scraping against the white cotton of her shirt every breath she took. She moaned softly, then heard someone clear their throat.

Looking toward the end of the row, she saw him. His hazel eyes watching her intently from under his red hair. He had a book in his hand, to which he was paying little attention. She gazed at him, taking in his tall form leaning on the shelf behind him. His uniform shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his tie loose, he looked mildly rumpled, quite sexy. As she drew closer he clohis his book. She took it from him, placing it on a shelf next to them. He looked down at her, his hunger evident in hyes,yes, his moist lips parted, his breathing heavy. Instead of embracing him, she turned her body, pressing her butt against his groin, her head against his shoulder nuzzling his neck. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her. One around her waist pulling her to him, the other across her shoulders. He kissed below her ear working his way down her neck. His large warm hand cupped her breast through the thin material of her shirt. Kneading and teasing the breast making her squirm against him.

Feeling his hardness cradled between her cheeks, she bent her knees rubbing herself along his length, causing a deep groan. His hands went to the buttons of her shirt, opening it to give him access to her flesh underneath. He caressed her bare flesh as she continued her movements. He stopped her suddenly, chuckling softly in her ear. Yes, they both were finding this very arousing. His free hand went to her bare thigh, working it’s way up. Another small groan escaped him, when his hand met moist curls, no knickers to bar his way. He slid his finger through her folds, making her moan and press back into him as her hands grasped his hips.

That was when she saw the figure, the dark man, standing at the end of the row. He scowled dangerously at them. But she couldn’t pull away, the sensations were too strong. Her gaze held the Potions Professor’s. He swept towards them, a billow of black robes flowed around him. The figure in black stopped in front of her, a fire burning in his eyes. The red head was still holding and stroking her, but it was that intense stare that had her panting. He knelt suddenly in front of her, roughly lifting her skirt and removing the hand of the man behind her. The black haired man turned his face up to her and smiled wickedly, as he put one of her legs over his shoulder. She gasped as his mouth covered her, his tongue stroking along her folds. A hand turned her head and moist insistent lips of the red head covered hers. She whimpered into his mouth, the sensations nearly too much for her to take. Then she felt a finger being inserted into her, while the tip of a tongue softly licked her throbbing bud. Her hand clasped black hair, pressing him closer, while her other hand held onto the man behind her for balance. A second finger joined the first inside her, making her squeal into the younger man’s mouth. She broke off the kiss, panting heavily. The fire within her burst forth, as she gasped and lost all sense of her body, almost feeling as if she were floating.

The next thing she knew she was in the arms of the man who tasted of whiskey and her. His tongue demanding her submission. Eyes closed she couldn’t tell who’s hands were where. She only knew hands were squeezing her breasts, bottom, thighs, face, everywhere seemingly all at once. A hard length was once again cradled by her butt, the owner rubbing himself along her, while her hand found a larger bulge in the pants of the man in front of her. Pushing him back a bit, she opened the pants and released the sizable length in front of her. Stroking him, she reached behind her for the younger man’s pants. A hand from the red head quickly helped her free him. She stroked them both as the older man continued his assault on her mouth. As his lips left hers, she stepped away from the others a little. Then she knelt, a weeping shaft in each hand. She tasted the red head first, drawing him in deep, hearing his gasps and encouragements growing louder. She sat back looking up into the dark man’s eyes, raising an eyebrow. The older man drew his wand and muttered a silencing spell for the room. He winked at her, before she took him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the tip of him, then licked along the sides, nuzzling the fine black hair near his sac. The red head moved in her grip, feeling ignored. She smiled up at him, standing. Pushing him back against the shelves, she opened his shirt completely and went for his sweet pink nipples. Licking and nipping him, kissing her way down his stomach to bury her nose in delicate red curls.

Feeling her skirt being lifted from behind, she waited. The dark man teased her folds with his hot shafeasieasing it across her hard little nub. She opened her mouth taking in the head of the shaft in front of her, massing it with her tongue. As the shaft behind her plunged in, she sank down on the shaft in her mouth, hearing groans from both men. She felt a hand on the back of her head, gently encouraging her into a faster rhythm, as the man behind her was taking slow long strokes, rubbing her butt lovingly. The overwhelming sensation of being filled both in front and behind was building a renewed fire in her. Needing more she moved back onto the dark man, speeding the thrusts, as she quickened the pace of her m. L. Long soft fingers found their way to her nub again. She groaned in appreciation causing a loud exclamation from the younger man. The throbbing in the flesh in her hand was strong. Leaving just the tip in her mouth she worked him with her hand, as she was pummeled from behind. She felt the waves threatening to crash over her again. She whied hed her warning to them both as the red head screamed, thrusting himself into her mouth exploding. The dark man pressed in hard, working her hard nub frantically until she squealed, then he pounded out his release with a growl.

The three of them were panting, still clinging to each other. She felt hands rubbing her back and helping her to stand. She whimpered at the loss of the softening length behind her. She heard a cleaning charm being said for her and the older man. Both men were straightening their clothes. She stood and buttoned her top and pulled her skirt back into place.

“I would have to say that was most satisfactory, Miss Granger.” Severus said kissing her again.

“I’ll never think of the library the same way again.” George said hugging her.

“I have to admit it was better than I thought it would be. There is just something about old leather bound books.” Hermione said shyly.

“It had nothing to do with being in the restricted section, did it ?” Severus asked with an arched brow.

The grin on Hone’one’s face grew wide. “Maybe.”

“So what time tomorrow ?” George asked stretching contentedly.

“Meet me in my classroom after lunch.” Severus said then kissed both of them and sent them back to their dorm. Yes, this had been most satisfactory, indeed. Severus had always had a passion for old books as well, but he now had a new appreciation. George’s fantasy would also be fun. Severus could hardly wait.

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What ya think ? I thought this was pretty hot !! Please review!!

Any idea what George\'s fantasy will be ?


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