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Written in Blood	By : Corinna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It�s finally here! The :cue dramatic music: Sex scene! Ta da! And it is a bit pivotal in the story, so don�t just write it off as a lemon.
I only hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (which is an awful lot!)

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"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way�" Hermione sang under her breath as she skipped through the corridors to the Great Hall.
"My, someone�s in a cheerful mood this morning, eh?" Ron and Harry, unseen, had come up behind her. She regarded them warily (she and Ron�s last confrontation had not ended well), but judged them merely to be full of Christmas cheer. Well, Harry more than Ron. With no qualms about Hermione�s friendship with Snape (only Ginny knew there was more to it than that), he had committed himself to making up completely with Hermione over Christmas break. Glad to see her friends in somewhat of a good-natured mood, she lost no time in flinging her arms around both their necks, and wishing them a Merry Christmas, before they all strode into the Great Hall arm-in-arm.
The Great Hall was completely decked out in accordance with the season, with green and red streamers hanging from the ceiling, and a truly giant evergreen completely bedecked with ornaments. Everyone seemed to be in a festive mood; the two d-yed-year Hufflepuffs who had stayed, a small gaggle of Ravenclaws, Draco Malfoy (all alone at the Slytherin table), and Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione, as well as the teachers. Most likely at Dumbledore�s request, each Professor had abandoned the traditional black robes for dress robes of either red or green. As the trio took their seats next to Ginny, she whispered to Hermione, "Snape looks nice in green, eh?"
A swift elbow in the ribs effectively silenced this train of thought. Hermione hadn�t confessed her feelings for the Potions master to her other friends because she knew nothing would ever come of it. She had determined very early on that she would simply be his friend. And right now, she observed, looking up at him at the staff table, he looked like he needed a friend.
Since that day at the lake, almost two weeks ago, the object of her growing affection seemed to be deteriorating rapidly. He had lost a little weight, his eyes had a haunted look, and she had overheard Madame Pomfrey telling Professor McGonnagal that he was using nearly twice the recommended dosage of the Dreamless Sleep potion every night. It was time, Hermione decided, to do something about what was troubling him.
Even though, as Ginny had said, Snape did look nice in green.
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Hermione headed down to the dungeons, still uncertain about what she could do if Snape didn�t want her to help him. Determination, however, was a firmly Gryffindor trait. Steeling herself, she pushed open the door to his classroom.
He wasn�t there. At first she panicked, but then realized he must be in his chambers, and if he were, she fortunately possessed the knowledge to follow him in there. Striding purposefully over to the shelf at the back, she turned the bottle of aspl tol to an exactly 45-degree angle. She stepped through the opening created by the moving shelf, and found herself for the umpteenth time in Snape�s chambers.
She couldn�t see. He must be out, was her first thought, since the candles were all extinguished. She turned to leave, and look for him elsewhere (the library, perhaps?) when she heard a voice out of the darkness.
"Whoever you are, don�t move. I don�t know how you got back here or why, but you will shortly pay for�"
"Professor," she said, relieved to find him after all, "it�s only me, Hermione."
"Hermione?" With a muttered word, the candles and lamps in the room burst into light, revealing a thoroughly disheveled Professor Snape with, she blushed to see, a raging hard-on clearly visible under his robes. Catching the dart of her eyes, he swore, and turned his back.
"Hermione, you should really leave," he said, voice a little choked with what she realized was lust.

For me? Or for any girl? Please, let it be for me! "Professor," she said aloud, "I wanted to see if you were all right. You�ve been looking a little�"
"Hermione," he cut her off quickly, "please leave."
She contemplated leaving for a moment, then decided against it. "Sir," she continued, inching closer to him, "I want to make sure you�re really all right before I go." She was right next to him now, and ttivetively reached out a hand to his silent form.
She had barely made contact with his shoulder when he spun around suddenly, seizing her chin in his hand, and kissing her roughly with passion that had been building inside of him for the last ten years. She felt the press of lips on hers, so different from Ron�s, and staggered away, shocked.
Overcome by his lust, he advanced on her, taking her in his arms and pulling her hard against his body. He kissed her ag tho thoroughly, and she felt his tongue slip inside her mouth.
Most of her brain was in shock, but one small part was dancing for joy, and screaming, "He does want me! He does want me!" Finally, that part broke free, and she kissed him back as well as she could. She could feel the soft material of his robes all around her, his strong gracgraceful hands holding her up, pressing her to him. He smelled of nutmeg, but he tasted like wine, and she drank every bit of it in. Giddy, she was thankful for his strong arms holding her up�otherwise, she was certain she would have fallen down. His tongue explored her mouth, plundering every crevice. She loved the silky feel of it on hers, the way it seemed to snake out of his mouth and into hers, as if he needed to taste her the same way she needed to taste him.
Kissing Ron had never been like this! It had always been sort of messy and awkward, all slobber and heavy breathing. With the realization that it hadn�t been her, that it wasn�t her kisses that were awful, she gathered up the strength to slip her tongue inside his mouth, loving the hot wet feel.
Finally, they had to stop for breath, and Hermione could tell he was trying to gain some control over himself. But if that kiss was him uncontrolled, she wasn�t sure she wanted him to stop and think. Unable to think of anything else, she kissed him again, threading her hands through his hair, now silky, and he moaned into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her tighter. She let out an involuntary swoosh of air as she was crushed to him, and tried as hard as she could not to blush when she felt something nudging her thigh.
Sure, she knew the general idea of what was going to happen, but she had to admit she wasn�t sure exactly how it would feel. She did know that lonely nights with a romance novel certainly hadn�t prepared her for this. She had touched herself, but never had been touched by a man. Oh, Ron had tried groping her chest a few times, but that was really a bit more uncomfortable than anything else. However, as her Professor�s hand slid inside her robes to gently cup her left breast, she couldn�t repress a moan, along with a shiver of delight. He left off kissing her for a moment, and smiled wickedly down at her as he continued to stimulate her nipple. He murmured in her ear, "Oh�sensitive, are we?"
She gasped in delight, nearly sending him over the edge. With a growl, he directed her to a door close behind them, barely managing to open it with the armful of moaning student he had. She barely managed to register the main feature of the room, a huge bed, before she was unceremoniously dumped on it. Snape wasted no time in covering her body with his own, reaching one hand between them to unclasp the fastening to her robes. She quickly reached up to reciprocate, only to have her hand swatted away as he deftly undid both clasps himself. Rising once more, he shucked his robes, and helped her out of hers. Grinning wickedly, he shed the rest of his clothing leaving him bare to her eyes. She barely had time to take him all in, merely to decide that he was gorgeous, before he immediately set about divesting her of her own clothing. Laid bare before her soon-to-be-lover, she began to feel very self-conscious. She ducked her eyes, only to feel her chin very gently forced upwards. Looking into his eyes, she saw compassion, affection, and an undisguised hunger that made her shake with the wanting. He claimed her lipsin, in, letting her taste him.
His bare skin felt glorious on hers, and she relished in the feel of it. He finally moved away from her mouth, heading down her neck, nipping and sucking, until he came to her breast. Without preamble, he took the left one in his hand, stroking soft circles, and took the other nipple into his mouth. She cried out, reveling in the sensation. This only seemed to fuel him on, and he swirled his tongue around it, finally taking it in his teeth and tugging. She arched off the bed in pleasure, moaning, "Harder, please harder!" In response, he switched to her left breast, fingers replacing the one he had just vacated. Out of respect for her cries, he immediately began sucking as hard as he could, licking and biting, all the while roughly pinching her other nipple between his elegant fingers. She felt something growing inside her, something that couldn�t be stopped if she had wanted to. Her moans increased in frequency as he went on, nipping at the sensitive flesh and suckling her with fervor, until, with an almighty cry, she arched off the bed, spasming as she received her first orgasm at the hands (and mouth) of another.
She drifted, feeling sated and satisfied, and only coming back to full awareness when she felt the press of silky lips on hers. Opening her eyes, she saw Snape still over her, the lust in his eyes not diminished a whit. Of course, she thought hazily, he didn�t come.
Smiling delightedly, she reached up to return his kiss, and gasped as she felt his bulging erection press into her stomach. Looking down, she gulped as she saw him in all his glory. Are you a Gryffindor or what, Granger? she asked herself sternly. Seeing the want in his eyes, she bit her lip, and nodded to him. He slowly reached a pale, graceful finger down between her legs, into her slippery cleft. She gasped, feeling the intimate sensation for the first time. He stroked her almost languidly, bringing her to full readiness in almost no time at all. She looked down, and caught a final glimpse of his erection before she felt him press the blunt head inside her.
She drew in a breath sharply, and felt him pause, before she nodded, urging him forward. It hurt, she admit, but when one is friends with Harry Potter, one learns to accept a little pain. Especially when it is the prelude to something you really want. Like now. He pushed himself slowly inside of her, stretching her wider than she ever thought possible. Finally, panting, he was halfway in, looking down at the trembling girl beneath him. She drew in a few shaky breaths, becoming accustomed to the pain. Then, she gazed at him lovingly, and abruptly wrapped her legs around his hips. "Ah!" he cried, and sheathed himself fully inside of her. She let out a groan, ae tre tried to withdraw, but she pushed him back in again, using her legs as leverage. The sensation of sliding in and out was too much for him, and he began to thrust in and of hof her tight heat, faster and faster. She began to feel her climax coming on again, and groaned. Panting, he gasped out, "Hermione!"
"Yes, Professor?" she panted.
He managed to smile down at her before he moaned, "I was going�to ask�you if�you would�call me�Severus�but Professor�is rather�nice!"
Taking the hint, and beginning to feel her orgasm rising fast, she groaned, "Oh, yes, Professor! YES!"
Hearing these words was too much for Snape. Crying out in short bursts, he began to thrust wildly, feeling her contract around him. As she gasped and shook for the second time, he thrust once, twice, and a third time, emptying his seed deep within her, before collapsing.
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