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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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She realized she had no idea what she was doing. But that hadn’t stopped her from offering herself to him. Hermione had never had any sexual encounters with the opposite gender beyond fumbled kissing up and up the shirt groping until he’d touched her. And somehow her hands hadn’t seemed adequate enough of an offer to repay what she felt. He had sent her spiraling into an orgasm unlike any she’d ever felt. His long slender fingers, so different from her own, had moved with skill and technique; working her to a frenzied pleasure.

            Severus sat quietly in his chair, waiting. She was still on her knees before him, still naked, her eyes closed for a moment. It was easy to tell that she was contemplating. But he would say nothing. It was all too easy to snap into his sarcastic wit and frighten the girl away. Where her surge in courage to offer a return of favour had come from he wasn’t sure but he wasn’t going to chase it off if he could help it. His erection strained with anticipation, longing to feel the hot wet cavern of her mouth.

            Hermione opened her eyes. It would be a learning lesson. Her first encounter with male genitalia, up close and personal. She hardly counted that time she’d accidently seen Bill drop his towel after a shower at the burrow, and although she’d read books on the subject, there would be nothing quite like seeing one up close, touching one, feeling one. A shiver shot up her spine. Perhaps she had gotten in over her head, but Gryffindor was her house for a reason, and she would not be so easily deterred by her lack of knowledge on the subject matter.

            She tried to quell the trembling in her fingers by scrunching her hands into fists. Slowly she exhaled and opened her eyes, gazing at the man before her. He hadn’t shifted from his position leaning back in the chair. And if she had been hoping to garner any incite on the matter from his expression she was out of luck as his face remained blank. Her palms fell to rest on the tops of his thighs. He was warm, despite his trousers and it made her blush. But she was determined and with a sharp intake of breath she crept her fingers slowly up his thighs until they hovered over the button of his trousers.

            Severus waited. He breathed slowly in and out through his nose, watching her with curiosity. There was no telling how she planned to proceed as it had taken her that long just to begin circling her thumb around the button of his trousers. He longed to feel a touch other than his own and her unintentional teasing was all the more tortuous because of it.

            It almost happened in slow motion; her fingers curled around the button and pushed it through its fabric loop and then she grasped the tiny metal zipper, tugging it down until his trousers were loosened from his waist. Severus gripped both hands against the arms of the chair and lifted his figure so that she could more easily slide the garment away from his body. Slowly, deftly, her fingers guided his trousers down his hips, then down his knees, exposing his pale skin. She let them settle around his ankles and then gazed at the black silk of his boxer shorts.

            His erection was straining against the fabric and Hermione could feel her heart thudding in her chest, half surprised that he too couldn’t hear it. She’d felt an erection pressed against her before, when she’d danced with Cormack at one of Professor Slughorn’s get-togethers and she’d quickly slapped the boy away, but this was far different from that. With trembling fingers and erratic breaths Hermione reached forward and curled her fingers around the elastic of the silk.

            Severus drew in a breath trying to remain silent as she guided the fabric ever so slowly down his figure, exposing his erection; jutting proudly from the thicket of pubic curls between his thighs, to her eyes. His boxers rested with his trousers around his ankles and she leaned forward ever so slightly, palms once again resting on the tops of his thighs. His legs were thick, strong looking, despite the pale colour of his skin. It provided stark contrast to the almost black hair that grew up his legs, even thicker and curlier at the base of his erection.

            The tip of his erection had a tiny clear drop of pre-cum and Hermione blushed. She’d read about it in a text, the various stages of arousal for men, but seeing it made her quiver. He was just slightly longer than if she’d stacked her fists one on top the other and she imagined she would be able to wrap her fingers around his girth and still be able to touch fingertips, but having had nothing previous to compare it with she wasn’t sure how to rank his appearance of size. Her mind immediately was grateful that he did not intend to use his member as was intended for she wasn’t sure he would fit completely inside of her, and again she blushed.

            Her fingers were soft and he twitched against her palm as she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection. Severus gazed down at her, eyes half-lidded, no longer able to keep his face passive. The little tease was driving him wild whether not she meant it. She had been able to close her fingers around him fully but only just so, and she watched for his reaction as she squeezed him and gently slid her hand up his length, stopping short just before she covered her palm over his tip.

            His body seemed tense but his face betrayed pleasure and Hermione was pleased though she quickly doused her smile and concentrated once more on a movement that would please him. She lowered her head over his thighs and with her hand still curved around him; she pressed her lips softly against his weeping tip. This time he groaned. In the strictly educational books there had been little on the techniques of pleasuring a man but she had read enough to know which parts of a man’s anatomy were built more sensitive than others. She traced her tongue slowly around his tip, using the point of her tongue to swirl up over the slit of his erection.

            White knuckles were the result of his fingers grasping the arms of the chair so hard he was surprised they hadn’t broken through the wood and splintered his hand. He longed to grab the back of her hair and force himself into her mouth. He longed to grasp her shoulder and move her faster. But he dared not touch her for fear of frightening her and left his gripping to the wooden chair arms. Severus felt his chest tightening, his breathing coming quicker. It had been far too long since he’d felt the touch of another let alone a hot and tantalizing mouth.

            Her lips trembled as she parted them and pulled them back slightly over her teeth. That had been diagramed in one of the naughty books she’d found in a very well-hidden section of the restricted section of the library. She’d blushed so furiously that she’d dropped the book and hadn’t been able to read further. But she’d heard stories, from Ginny and a few others, so she imagined it couldn’t be terribly hard.

            She closed her mouth around his tip, just sucking him tightly there for a moment and she heard him gasp, felt him shutter. Hermione was pleased and this renewed her confidence as she moved her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she moved more and more of him into her mouth. Her tongue moved up and down as she pulled her lips back up his length and completely off his member. She’d released her hand from his length as she’d attempted to bring him fully into her mouth, only succeeding about halfway before she felt his tip pressing against the back of her throat.

            Again she pressed her lips to his tip, this time using the flat wide surface of her tongue to lick slowly up the underside of his erection, wriggling the tip of her tongue at that spot just beneath the head. Severus practically growled, though it was a pleasured growl, and Hermione continued to experiment with her tongue. Her hands had rested on the tops of his thighs but as she was swirling her tongue around and around his tip she thought she could perhaps put them to better use.

            He gasped, unable to contain his surprise when he felt her tiny hands cupping his sac. Her fingers felt like ten tiny zaps of tingling electricity as she squeezed them, her lips still curled around his tip. Her breath tickled against his skin as she exhaled and once again made to pull him into her mouth, tiny fingers still massaging against his balls.

            They felt heavy and warm, she noted, as she once again felt his tip pressing at the back of her throat. She’d once heard Ginny talk about taking a bloke all the way in but she wasn’t sure it was something she would be capable of without tripping her gag reflex, and she wasn’t sure he was the right person to experiment on. She bobbed her head rhythmically up and down his length, swirling her tongue almost frantically around him, if a bit sloppily, as she continued to flex her fingers.

            A hand grasped hard at her shoulder and pushed her back from his lap. Hermione was startled, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. At first he appeared almost ill, panting, eyes fluttering, face flushed. She’d never seen a hint of colour on the man before and to suddenly see his cheeks a stunning shade of pink was a bit alarming. She frowned. She hadn’t meant to cause him pain. But before she could begin to form apologies he’d hoisted her up and placed her on the edge of the desk. Again surprise rang out across her face.

            She watched as his own hand moved to where her mouth had been and in three hard but quick strokes his muscle was spasming and twitching, his palm cupped over his tip. It was fascinating, her eyes torn between watching his seed spill into his hand and the way his face contorted as he came. She trembled, bowing her head, feeling almost ashamed for watching, but her mind reeled. What hadn’t she done right?

            It was a moment before his breathing returned to a steady pace. He muttered a quick scourgify charm, and rested his hands in his lap, covering his semi-turgid member. She fought to restrain the tears that had somehow built up in her eyes. Hermione had failed at learning something, failed at a challenge she’d set herself to and it took all she had not to show it.

            The colour in his cheeks slowly ebbed away and once again his face was pale. His eyes studied her figure. She sat up straight, her shoulders back though whether from nerves or an attempt at respect he couldn’t be sure. It was her eyes, glassy and filled with watery emotion that caught him off-guard. Uncertain of how to proceed he allowed his eyes to once more drink in her figure. She was not unattractive and it hadn’t been that he hadn’t wanted to finish himself at her mouth.

            Hermione flinched as she felt his hand on her chin, tilting her head up until her eyes met his. It was almost a tender touch and she was so confused that she almost spilled tears over the lids of her eyes. There was a long silence before he spoke. “Not knowing your preference or experience in the matter it was better to finish on my own.” He stated.

            She longed to gasp, longed to sob, but did not wish to break in front of him. She wasn’t sure when she had become so proud but she steeled her nerve against the feelings and nodded her head slowly to express her understanding. He withdrew his hand and sat back once more in his chair, fixing his gaze on her.

            After another long silence, his eyes contemplating her, he nodded in her direction. “You are dismissed, Miss Granger.” She did not protest this time. Hermione wasted no time in hopping down from his desk, quickly scrambling into her skirt and blouse and without needing to be told again she turned quickly out of his office, fled through his classroom and let the door fall shut behind her.

            Hermione choked on a sob as she collapsed against the cold stone wall of the dungeon corridor. Tears streaked down her face as her body shook uncontrollably. Why had she succumbed to disappointment and tears over something so ridiculous? Her body flooded with emotions, partially still reeling from the climax which his fingers had brought upon her. It took her a few moments before she’d composed herself enough to stand.

            There were words she wanted to say, things that needed to be expressed but she hadn’t been in the right state to say them. But she’d allowed herself a few moments to draw up her composure. After straightening her skirt and fixing her blouse, doing the best she could without knickers or bra, Hermione smoothed her hands over her hair and entered his classroom once more. The door to his office was slightly ajar and she drew in a deep breath, gathering up the remainder of her courage.

            She didn’t knock; she didn’t hesitate, just pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered his office for the second time that night. Hermione gazed around the room, puzzled and confused. Severus Snape was nowhere to be found.

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