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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 was thankful to be a clever witch. It did not take Hermione long to discover that Severus Snape had disappeared from his office through an enchanted portrait similar to the one that guarded Gryffindor tower. This portrait, however, disguised as bookshelf that when she went to pull one of the books to see if it released some sort of trap door then faded away into a painting of a large serpent, was not as easily swayed as the Fat Lady. Clever cunning and a few simple tricks had convinced the overgrown snake to clear the pathway leading to what Hermione could only assume were his personal chambers.

            A library, or so it appeared, was the first room she had entered. Lined ceiling to floor with bookcases filled with ancient tomes and texts Hermione stood gaping in awe for a moment before she remembered that she’d broken into his private chambers to find him. An enormous ornate fireplace split the shelves on the opposite wall though no fire was lit. For a moment it appeared as if there was no other way out of the room other than the way she’d entered, but after careful inspection of the far left wall, she noticed several of the shelves to be facades and pushed against them.

            The door painted to appear as several shelves full of books swung open and led Hermione into a sitting room. Again there was a hearth against the wall; she assumed it was because the dungeons remained dreadfully cold year round; and some furnishings in the middle of the room. This room branched off to what appeared to be a kitchen on the right and a corridor on the left. The kitchen was darkened and so she moved slowly toward the corridor that would no doubt lead to a bedroom and toilet.

            Light trickled into the corridor from the slightly ajar door that led into his bedroom. The bathroom was the opposite door, Hermione had poked her head in just to be sure, and it was an elaborate bathroom. Not as large as the prefects bathroom, but a fancy set of dual sinks, a shower and a separate bathtub that appeared large enough to fit Hagrid with ease. There had been a vanity and rack with towels, and a mirror over the sinks, rugs on the floor, and a cabinet beneath the sinks.

            She stood with her eyes pressed to the crack in the door, trying to see inside his room, trying to see him. But unable to see little more than the edge of his bed Hermione straightened up and wrapped her hand around the handle. It was foolhardy at best, and incredibly stupid but she felt brave for proceeding, though to what end she wasn’t certain. Pushing the door open she stepped into his bedroom.

            The door did not creak or groan in protest and she pushed it carefully shut behind her. He was seated on the edge of the bed elbow resting on the top of his thigh, his palm holding up his forehead. He looked disheveled, broken almost, and Hermione bit her lower lip. It had been a dangerous game and she hadn’t really meant to play it, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She had allowed her wild and unruly urges to be governed by her insatiable thirst for knowledge of everything.

            “Sir?” her voice was timid and quiet.

            “Get out,” he said without moving his head. It was a half-hearted attempt at best.

            His hand flinched but he did not recoil when she pressed her palm against the hand that rested across his lap. Hermione hesitated. Sitting on the bed might be too personal and spark his temper though she very much doubted that the man before her had much of a temper left to spark. But standing there did not allow for the more intimate approach she was attempting, so she knelt down beside him and looked up trying to catch his eyes, but they were closed.

            “Sir, I think—”

            “I know you understood my words, Miss Granger, why must you make me repeat them. Get out.” His voice was soft, and although she was sure it was meant to sound angry and harsh it was anything but, sounding almost sad.

            “I understood what you said, sir.” She said and cleared her throat. “I’m choosing to disobey.” It was the first time she’d ever outright admitted disobedience with the intent to do so, and never before in front of a professor.

            Slowly his hand fell away from his face and Severus found himself gazing down at the girl. She was on her knees, hand still covering his, both resting in his lap. He studied her for a moment; the beacon on innocence radiating from her face and how he’d managed to slash that apart, reflecting in her blush. “You’ve had my hand and I your mouth, I need no further reasons to add to my resignation, Miss Granger.” He paused for a moment. “Get out.”

            Her eyes were wide. “Sir! You intend to resign?”

            “Before I can be sacked for inappropriate conduct with a student, yes.” He turned his face away from her and stood from the bed. “You shouldn’t even be here. Now, go.” He said and stalked across his room to the closet; he opened the doors and stepped inside. Hermione had never pictured Severus Snape to be the type to own a walk-in closet, though she supposed she’d never pictured much about him at all.

            Hermione stood and walked over to the open closet doors. “Sir, don’t resign. No one needs to know, and I’ll be gone in a few months time.” It was closer to half the year that she’d be gone but it didn’t seem worth him losing his position. “Please,” she said and took a timid step forward, almost afraid to follow him inside.

            He appeared once more in the doorway; long black dressing robe draped over his arm, a frown upon his face. “You’ll be gone. But I’ve allowed myself to be inappropriate with you. What is to stop me from doing it again? I have no business here where simpering mothers and angry fathers entrust their misguided spawn to me as someone who will teach them.”

            “You did teach me.”

            Her words made him falter. She was justifying. It didn’t create validity but it eased his mind for a brief second. He closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. Severus allowed himself a slow exhale. “Why are you here?”

            It was Hermione’s turn to falter. But it only lasted a moment. She straightened her figure and gazed into his eyes. “I wanted to try again, sir.”

            The words seemed to echo against his ear but he could hardly believe what he was hearing. She confounded him and his thoughts were muddled, though he was hardly in a state to refuse her. But at the same time physically bending to her whims would prove straining. He contemplated his options for a moment. Proceeding would only serve to further dig his grave, however pleasurable it would be along the way. Verbally forcing her from his presence hadn’t worked so far and he was convinced that without a fierce redirection of his intentions that it wasn’t bound to change her objective.

            Severus Snape was beside himself. His eyes lost focus and for a moment he seemed to drift away from his conscious state; long enough to not see her step forward and place her hands on his shoulders. Suddenly her body was very close to his and her warm breath was tickling his neck. “Please,” she asked softly. “I need to know I can—” the flush filled her cheeks before she could finish her sentence. “Learning is the—” again she stumbled over her words. “Teach me.”

            His dark eyes searched hers and Severus leaned close to her, nodding slowly. “Teach you,” he muttered and then placed a hand against the small of her back, pulling her figure closer. She gasped as he pressed her body against his. Hermione felt her face fill once more with warm crimson colour. Standing still she closed her eyes and tried to settle her racing heart as she felt his hardness against her thigh.

            Thrice in one night was saying something but she was tempting and he longed to feel her. To taste her and to know her; urges that he had been fighting back for weeks and she was practically throwing herself at him. Moral fibers be damned, he thought as he gripped her hip and pushed her backward, moving her toward his bed. Hermione lost her footing at the sudden movement and toppled backward, landing against his bed, scrambling to sit up as he approached.

            Severus stood before her, gazing at her, watching her chest rise and fall, hidden from his view only by her blouse. Her nipples were hard as they strained against the fabric but he longed to see more. Control was slipping from his grip as he pushed her shoulder and forced her down against the bed. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as one hand was roughly tugging at her buttons, the other pushing her skirt up around her hips.

            The garment came away from her body like falling feathers once he’d freed the last button from its loop. Her breasts were full and firm, young and nubile, nipple straining for his touch, though he did not touch them. He longed to taste her; feel the exquisite smoothness of her skin and savour the unique flavour of her womanhood. But he composed himself for a moment to keep from ravishing her completely. She laid there panting eyes wide, face flushed, heart thundering in her chest. His face was passive as he gazed down on her.

            Severus put one knee on the bed and then withdrew it. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxer shorts, exposing himself to her, erection jutting forth from a thicket of jet black curls. Again he put one knee on the bed and slowly climbed over her trembling figure. He lowered his head, and brought his lips close to her ear. “Teach you…” he whispered and she shivered.

            His hand stroked her folds, pleased to feel her slick warmth against his skin. He pulled his fingers back and licked them; she was sweet and musky and it nearly made him groan. Hermione’s eyes were wide as she suddenly felt the tip of his erection pressing at her entrance. Her hips were arched slightly upward. She’d never felt a man before, not with his hands, not with his mouth and certainly not with his erection. Severus’s hands had been the first male hands to touch her and her whole body shivered as she thought about what was about to happen.

            A part of her was frightened, she’d read that it hurt the first time, and a part of her felt guilty and dirty, just realizing who it was that was responsible for her first experience. But she was curious, and needed to know, needed to learn. And her desire for the latter outweighed the nerves of the former. There was no protest, no hesitating with questions, she simply closed her eyes and gently rocked her hips forward.

            Severus pushed his tip firmly at her entrance, the slick moisture teasing him. She was hot and she would be tight; his fingers had felt her walls spasm and now his cock would enjoy the same pleasure. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling her scent, hand gripped on her hip. With a thrust of his hips he pushed forward into her. There was resistance, her maidenhead, but he pushed harder and pushed through it, settling his length inside of her. He groaned.

            Hermione whimpered. He had felt filling, too filling, and tight as if he were stretching her. And then something painful, a tearing, and a dull aching. But at the same time there were other sensations, friction sending sparks through her core. Her heart raced, her head was spinning. This was sex; and it was unlike anything she had ever read about or imagined. But her thoughts burst apart as she felt him move, pulling slowly back, dragging his long thickness out of her.

            Her fingers twisted into the sheets of his bed as he began to push his erection back into her. She was tighter than he’d imagined and so slick he nearly came just from his gentle rocking motions. Severus groaned trying to hold his own release at bay. He glimpsed down at her; her chest heaving, her lips parted in a sweet little ‘o’ shaped ring. If there had been pain she didn’t let on and he felt relieved. Severus leaned over her, supporting his weight on one arm as he began to thrust into her, long hard strokes, moving the tiniest bit faster every few strokes. His free hand cupped her breast and squeezed her tender flesh.

            She was crying out; sensations tearing through her body like she had never before experienced. And he continued to push himself in and out, faster, and harder. Hermione could feel his tip slapping against a sensitive spot inside her one she’d read about¸ the g-spot, and it felt delicious. Moans followed by screams escaped her lips as he tweaked her nipples, first left then right, pumping into her.

            Severus growled, feeling close to his own release, trying to ignore the delicious friction her tight slick walls were creating. He slowed his rhythm for a moment and let his free hand trail down her body until his thumb was moving through her soft, thick curls, seeking the sensitive nerve bundle that was nestled there. Hard quick circles and flicks were issued against her clit as he began thrusting into her, quicker than before, feeling her walls quaking.

            Hermione’s back arched up off the bed and she shuddered, crying out, fingers gripping the sheets so fiercely that her knuckles were white. An orgasm like no other ripped through her body, shooting tendrils of pleasure up her spine. She shook, walls spasming against his erection, trying to hold him in place; her body twisting, face contorting, little white spots of light dancing before her eyes.

            He thrust into her, long and hard twice more before he felt his own release, no longer able to hold out. Severus spilt himself into her, allowing his erection to be buried deep in the hot slickness of her womanhood. He was panting, she was panting, but he continued to hold himself over her with only one arm. His eyes searched hers for a moment before he pulled back. It wasn’t painful, pulling out of her, though he longed to stay nestled in her womanly warmth.

            She was still quaking as he stood from the bed, shirt still clinging to his figure. His eyes roamed over her trembling figure. She was glistening between her thighs, only slightly tinged pink from her torn maidenhead, and he longed to lick her until she begged him to stop because it was too sensitive. But he restrained himself. Severus turned down the corner of the duvet and wrapped it over her shivering figure. Her eyes were closed and her breath was slowing. He waited a few moments to see if she would stir and when he was satisfied that her first experience with sex had worn her through quite thoroughly, he left his bedroom and entered his bathroom to take a shower, leaving Hermione Granger alone and asleep in his bed.

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