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When Duty Calls	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's Note:
You all have me overwhelmed with complete and utter joy at the responses I have gotten from the last chapter! I honestly didn't think this story would hit it off very well, but I was obviously mistaken! This really meant so much to me. A friend's father passed last week, and a few days after a very good friend of mine lost their battle to addiction. I have been on a roller coaster, and every single review helped me smile through it.
Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy!
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Hermione pushed Snape away hopping off the desk, casting a quick cleansing spell over her panties, and righted her clothing. Snape growled casting his own cleansing spell, and zipped his pants back up as the door flew open. Ron Weasley stood in the doorway his eyes darting back and forth between the two. Snape took his time buttoning his shirt back up his throat, with a look daring the cocky red-head to say anything.
"What are doing here?" Hermione asked narrowing her eyes.
The disgruntled professor stood behind her with his arms crossed. "I'd wager his mother left the cage ajar again. Pity."
Ron ignored the professor's jibe and turned his attention back to Hermione. Despite her perfect posture and commanding presence, something still felt off. Her hair was tousled, her breathing slightly labored, and a subtle pink flush still lingered on her cheeks. The visual of Snape buttoning up his shirt as he burst into the office flooded his mind. A wave of nausea hit him as he realized what he almost walked in on.
"Are you just going to stand there and gawk?" Hermione snapped breaking the silence. "What do you want?"
"Well, I was hoping to have a private conversation with you." Ron began cutting his eyes at Snape. "I can already tell that's not going to happen."
"If you need to tell me anything I suggest you hurry up and do so. Class will be starting in the next ten minutes, and the professor and I have work to do." Hermione strode past Ron heading back into the classroom to check over the preparations for the next class.
Snape followed the two out of his office still incensed by the interruption just moments before. Ron stood close to Hermione, keeping his voice low in an attempt to keep the surly professor from hearing their conversation.
"Look, I'm sorry for what happened. I was sure having a client like Dodger would 'entice' you." Ron whispered.
"You obviously don't know me. I was with you, and you alone for years. The moment I have an assignment outside of the country you decide to make an ass out of me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to find out your significant other is messing around by reading the gossip column of the Daily Prophet? No? I didn't think so. What happened to the little trollop anyway?"
"I changed my mind."
"I see." She began still refusing to look at him. "Does this one work any better?"
"At least look at me please." He asked softly. Hermione turned around to look him over. He was wearing his usual white linen shirt rolled to his elbows and unbuttoned at the collar, a fitted black suit vest, and black slacks that rode low on his hips. As much as it pained Hermione, she had to admit that he was practically sex on legs.
"What do you want from me, Ronald?" She sighed crossing her arms. He was the love of her life, but there was no way she was going to forgive him anytime soon. Snape stood off to the side leaning against the wall desperately trying to figure out why he had the sudden urge to hex the red headed auror into last week.
Ron glanced over at Snape giving him a sharp look, before turning his attention back to Hermione. "I can give you so much more than your... current company. You don't have to settle. I can guarantee that greasy git can't pleasure you the way I can. Admit it." Ron leaned in close, his lips an inch or less from hers.
Snape bustled forward infuriated. The boy was treading on thin ice. "Fuck!" Ron bellowed grabbing his face as a stinging jinx hit him square on the lips. Hermione smirked, lowering her wand. He finally looked up from his hands at the smiling witch.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Ron hissed. "I love you with all my heart and soul, Mione."
Hermione laughed watching his gigantic lips fight to move. "No you don't. Everyone knows gingers don't have souls." Snape stopped in his tracks, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to fight off the smile threatening to break through. Ron's face had turned a violent shade of red.
The bell rang announcing the end of lunch. The sounds of hundreds of students flurrying about the corridors laughing and talking filled the room. "This isn't over, not by a long shot." Ron threatened.
He quickly used his wand to reduce most of the swelling as students began filing into the room, their eyes wide. It was a sight to see Ron, one of the most eligible bachelor aurors, stock still glaring at the two black clad figures in front of him. Snape had made his way to Hermione's side, his arms crossed. Hermione clasped her hands behind her back, falling back into her work persona, nodding towards the door.
"Thank you for stopping by, Mr Weasely." Hermione said flatly. "I know you must be very busy with your own work." He gave a nod, turning on his heel, and stalked out of the room.
Hermione watched him leave, feeling slightly anxious. There was no way Remus would authorize a personal visit given her current issues with the cocky auror. Not only that, but Ron had caught on to her and the professor's intimate game of cat and mouse. Most people at the office knew Ron was still bitter over the break-up, and would never believe that she was getting cozy with the dark surly wizard. But what bothered her the most were Ron's parting words. She would have to owl Remus after class to sort everything.
"Quiet." Snape commanded walking to the front of the room.
The students took their seats pulling out rolls of parchment and books. A few hushed words were exchanged here and there. This class was sixth year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. The lesson plan was purely lecture that day on what spells they were to be tested on the following class.
It was still odd being the professor's peer opposed to his student. The fear and anxiety rolled off the students as Snape walked up and down the rows of tables demanding their undivided attention. Hermione found herself getting slightly distracted watching the way his lips moved, and recalling the way they felt against her flesh just moments before. Her thoughts fluttered back to the feel of his strong hands as they lifted her atop his desk and rucked up her skirt. The way he growled into her ear as his hands slid down to caress her sex before feeling his engorged erection situated right at her entrance ready to thrust into her.
Luckily her face didn't portray her wayward thoughts as Snape returned to the front of the class and gave her a questioning look. Hermione glanced around the room watching as students scribbled frantically trying to keep up with the lecture. Two Slytherin boys at the far back of the class caught her attention. They were passing a piece of parchment between them chuckling. Hermione flicked her wand summoning the piece of parchment to the boy's horror. The sounds of scratching quils came to a screeching halt, all eyes on Hermione as she looked over the parchment.
"Interesting theory, boys." She said gesturing for them to stand. "Your names please."
"Craig Jonesy, ma'am." The tall raven haired boy said, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead.
The shorter blond boy swallowed hard. "Drew Marks."
Hermione looked back down at the note in front of her. " 'I bet Weasley was cheesed off about the dungeon bat having it off with his lady.' " She read aloud before staring up at the young boys uncomfortably fidgeting behind their table.
" 'You're a nutter. Like that slimy git could get himself a totty like that.' " She continued. Snape clenched his fists, opening his mouth to have a go at the boys when Hermione raised a hand to him. "Oh no professor, don't go ruining my fun just yet." Snape closed his mouth and furrowed his brow. He was mesmerized by the cheeky young auror as she perched herself on the desk in front of the classroom crossing her legs.
" 'If I got my hands on her, oh what I would do.' " Jonesy's face went white, giving himself away. "So, Mr Jonesy, what would you do? Inquiring minds want to know." She arched an eyebrow leaning back on her hands.
The way she commanded a room and could strike the fear of Merlin into the young boys, all while looking like the same sultry witch he had almost taken in his office only an hour before, made Snape's pants grow uncomfortable. He had never lusted over someone the way he did her.
"I... Uh... I mean... Uh" Jonesy stuttered. "I'm sorry..."
"I'm sure you will be." Hermione replied sliding off the desk.
"Detention, both of you, every Monday evening until I say otherwise, and 25 points from Slytherin for interrupting my class with your lewd conduct." Snape snapped. The class gasped, it was unheard of for the head of Slytherin to take points from his own house.
The bell rang shortly after the incident, students scrambled to get out of the room giddy to tell their friends about what had just happened. Hermione walked into Snape's study, conjuring an over stuffed love seat against the wall. She sat down crossing her legs before summoning a piece of parchment and quill from the professor's desk.
"Was that all really necessary, Miss Granger?" Snape hissed taking a seat behind his desk.
"Just because I'm on duty doesn't mean I can't have some fun here and there." She said writing her note to Remus without looking up.
"Speaking of," Snape began leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. "I think it would be in both of our best interests to iron out some details if we are to continue our 'fun'."
Hermione looked up at him raising an eyebrow. "If you are hinting at my choice in contraceptives, you have nothing to worry about. I'm sterile." She said cooly going back to her writing. She wasn't sterile by choice, but it didn't bother her anymore. Work consumed her life, and there was no room for anyone else as far as she was concerned.
"I'd also like to set some ground rules." She continued folding up the note to Remus.
"Go on." The professor urged.
"This is purely of physical nature, no strings attached. When the assignment is over, so are we."
"Agreed." Snape was more than willing to not form a romantic relationship. Romance was not his forte, and he never intended on it ever happening.
"Also, although rumors are already running rapid about the possibility of our illicit affair, I'd prefer we didn't give them a reason to confirm it. When we are in public there will be no touching or banter."
"I'm not daft, Miss Granger." Snape drawled. "Do you really think I want someone to know I'm having relations with an ex student 19 years my junior?"
"Sure you don't." Hermione laughed rolling her eyes. She walked over to the desk, placing the quill back in it's inkwell.
His hand darted out grabbing her by the wrist. "If you believe I'm going to tolerate any cheek from you, you are sadly mistaken."
"What are you going to do about it?" She smirked.
He yanked her down to straddle his lap, fisting his hand into her hair as the other wrapped around her waist pushing her flush against him. He pulled her head to the side exposing her neck. Her breath hitched as he nipped his way up her throat. She was not expecting his reaction. At most, she thought he would throw back a snide comment and leave it at that.
He released her hair, grabbing the wand from his desk to secure the classroom door and the study. It was their free period before the next class, and they were both eager to finish what was started earlier. Hermione wrapped her arms around the professor's neck as his lips crushed against hers. His hand found its way back into her hair as the other splayed at the small of her back. The ache in her core had returned as she wiggled against him. Snape rolled his hips up letting the hard bulge in his pants caress the juncture between her thighs. She parted her lips letting out a gasp as his mouth engulfed hers again, slipping his tongue past her lips.
He moved his hand under the back of her shirt, unclasping her bra. He groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips into him, desperately trying to get some sort of reprieve from the uncomfortable ache building in her core. The heat radiating from Hermione's arousal was driving the professor crazy with need. He shoved the robes off her shoulders and yanked her shirt and bra over her head exposing her soft breast to the cool office air. A strong calloused hand reached up to need the warm flesh using his thumb to trace over her puckered pink nipple. His tongue searched over the other tracing circles around it before catching the little pink bead with his lips.
The young witch was dizzy with need, fumbling with the front of his trousers. The professor moved his hands to her hips, sliding her back, and making quick work of pulling out his painful erection. He flicked his tongue over her nipple shoving the drenched fabric of her panties out of the way. His mouth found hers again, his tongue thrust into her mouth as she slid forward letting the head of his erection rub the swollen bundle of nerves at her cleft. "Fuck." She mumbled into his mouth as he arched his hips forward to rub his full length between her sopping folds.
She could feel his engorged cock twitch as she raised herself up using his shoulders for balance. Hermione steadied him at her entrance sliding down just enough to let the tip of him inside of her. "How bad do you want it, professor."?She teased swiveling her hips.
He smirked using his hands at her hips to slam her down onto him. A cry escaped her lips, feeling her core stretch to accommodate his impressive girth. "Fuck." He growled into her throat. Her body hummed her walls squeezing around him. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. He gyrated his hips doing a quick deep thrust up into her heat.
"What do you want, Miss Granger?" He husked into her ear giving her another solid thrust. " I want you to fuck me, professor" She commanded rocking forward to let him slide deeper into her warm core. He chuckled darkly lifting her up to slam back into her. She joined in meeting him thrust for thrust. Snape captured a nipple sucking it sharply as his fingers reached down to circle her clit. His fingers moved in a frenzy against her, their hips crashing together at a grueling pace pushing them both up to the edge.
Hermione threw her head back as his tongue flicked over her nipple igniting the fire building in her belly as she forcefully came onto Snape's still pistoning cock. "Oh fuck Severus!" She yelled out still falling over the edge. Her walls clamped down on him. His name on her lips was his undoing he thrust up and slammed her down on him bottoming out as he filled her. "Fuck, Hermione." He growled.
Their foreheads fell together, a thin sheen of sweat coating them as the aftershocks of their climaxes continued to rippled over them. Snape moved forward pressing a soft kiss to Hermione's lips throwing her for a loop. Ron never even so much as looked at Hermione let alone held or kissed her the way the professor was. Snape was equally confounded by his actions. She brushed the wet hair from his brow looking down into his eyes. She leaned in closer feeling the professor mirror her actions. This was too intimate, and she refused to get swept up into the moment. She leaned back wincing as she slid from his lap.
He watched her move to quickly cleanse herself with a spell and begin her search for her missing clothes. Something had happened during their tryst that was encroaching in on their previous agreement of a plain physical relationship. He pushed it from his mind, chalking it up to their post coital euphoria. The professor used his own cleansing spell, righting his trousers. He stood and walked to the other side of the room where a heap of black fabric sat. Picking it up he waved it at Hermione as she clutched her chest cutting her eyes at him. His teaching robes billowed behind him as he approached her. She snatched the clothes from him, hurrying to put her bra gave on. She shook out her shirt realizing that the front had ripped open during their rendezvous.
"You ripped my shirt." She hissed holding it up for him to see.
He cocked an eyebrow. "You lit my robes on fire." A smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "Now we're even."
Hermione fixed the shirt with her wand and pulled it over her head. "You are playing a very dangerous game, professor. If I were you, I would sleep with one eye open tonight." She threatened trying to hide her amusement from coloring her tone.
"Terrifying." He drawled turning to hide the smile that threatened to over come his lips.
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