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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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A/N: Huge thanks to my beta Loki God of Evil, she didn't just correct my grammar and typo errors - she enhanced this chapter making it so much better.
WARNING: This chapter contains sex scenes, so if that is not your cup of tea maybe you should skip it. ;)
Her moss green eyes bore into his. "Is it true that the girl you were after, chose another?" She asked, and the hand that was on his thigh, strayed a little higher.
"That is none of your business." He snapped.
Proper manners be damned, that topic was still an open wound. An open sore and festering wound that never seemed to heal.
"I bet--" she said, seemingly unphased by his lack of manners, her hand glided that bit higher. "--that I can make you forget about her."
Her face was mere millimetres from his. So much so that she could feel his breath on her skin.
"I sincerely doubt that," he replied, mood dampened at her audacity. His breath became irregular, hitching at her straying touch. He could feel a stirring in his undergarments. Oh jolly, this was just what he needed, an erection when he was in the apartment with a witch he'd just met.
"I bet I can," She said, grinning seductively. Her lips, brushing against his. Instantly, he was frozen at her unasked for ministrations. He wasn't sure what to do with this? Fine, well he knew what he would like to do, but that was not the question. Instead, panic grabbed at him when he realised that his robes were sporting a tent-like portion in his groin. Her hand slid higher, almost brushing the…noticeable tent.
"Madam…" his voice was cracked, sort of scratchy.
"Morgana," She corrected gently, trailing soft kisses along his jaw.
Snape was fighting to stay calm and composed. "I do not want to be rude, but--" he gulped when she started nibbling on the softest part of his earlobe. "I sincerely doubt that Lucius would appreciate…"
"Lucius was thrilled with my idea!" She laughed softly. "Don't worry, they won't return for a good couple of hours, and I took a long-lasting potion."
"What is this?" He demanded, but even to him his demand sounded feeble and weak. Only now, did he realise that her hand was resting on his groin. She was lightly squeezing his arousal, that damned betraying body part of his.
"Happy birthday Severus," She whispered, standing up to reach for him.
Taking her hand, his mind and body were raging a war. It seemed like his body was winning this battle, given that he was following her into the master bedroom. She giggled and pulled off his robes, leaving him in black boxer shorts.
Slowly, she removed her own robes and Snape noticed that she was naked underneath. Her breasts were rounded, full and heavy. Milky white globes with dark circles. She was completely hairless.
His breath hitched in his lungs at the sight of her in her natural state.
Knowing what he wanted to do and doing it were two completely different things; especially if he'd never done them before. He gulped, suddenly nervous when she pushed him on the bed. Typically he fell upon it gracelessly, almost clumsily, suddenly aware of his too skinny form without muscles. He was anything but what he would deem as attractive, or what he could even call remotely pleasing to the eye. Carefully and with practised experience, she pulled his shorts down, tossing them across the room.
Her eyes widening at the sight. "Oh, my! What a treat!"
She focused all of her caresses and ministrations on his groin and he was suddenly lost in the moment.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Pushing him up, Snape struggled on his back to climb up the bed towards the headboard. He felt like a stranded turtle laying on its back while he scrambled against slippery sheets. She was following him, crawling. Her breasts were swaying in front his eyes, she was determined to seduce him. And so, her hand was on his shaft again, pumping it slowly, gratuitously long drawn out strokes, showing her experience.
The motion was not unfamiliar to him, but her hand was silky soft compared to his, and it felt so good in comparison. He let his eyes close, still, lost in the moment. The moist warmth of her breath could be felt on his exposed skin, just a moment before her lips closed around him again.
And suddenly, he was lost in a sensation that was new to him. His brain had shut down completely as the soft moans rip out of his throat in response to her actions. Unable to stop the sounds and the feelings as the pleasantness continued. Erotic euphoria was running through his veins with her continued motions. Her head was bobbing, tugging at the soft yet hard skin, she was devouring him, well most of him.
His sack was heavy and heat pooled in it, tugging the overstimulated balls upwards, ready for the inevitable climax. Her lips and her tongue were certainly skilled, or maybe not, but he couldn't tell either way. The thing is, He didn't last long. In fact, he blew in an incredibly short time. But she was still elated at the reaction. She had climbed up his body, smiling.
Snape was breathing rapidly, his breaths coming in deep gasps. Sweat coated him in a fine sheen, some of it beaded on his forehead. But still, she persisted, as she pressed her breasts against him and kissed his lips. He noticed that the taste was sweet and bitter. Odd, but he could taste himself on her lips, his essence but he wasn't bothered with it.
She had quickly rolled onto her back, snuggling up next to him. "Now that we took care of that, you'll last longer next time." She whispered.
The words 'next time' echoed in his mind.
"In the meantime, wouldn't you like to touch me?"
His eyes flew open at her request.
A nice memory. Why? Was she there? Is that why he was allowed to remember this? She must be there, somewhere, in the darkness. Watching? Judging him. No, that would be bad. Not that memory, not anymore.
I am sorry! So sorry, Lily!
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
"No, no, no, no! Gods, what am I to do now?" She paced in the room, panic swirling in her head. She could fight anyone, within reason. Specifically anyone who entered through that door. She would even face Voldemort in the blink of an eye. But this!!! How on Earth was she going to solve…this…problem?
She glanced at him laying there. His delicate frail form was moaning on the bed, then she turned her head fast, blushing. Why doesn't it just go away?
How long had she been pacing now? Fifteen, twenty minutes? She stopped, sighed and glared at the bed. There it was, a huge…flagpole… in the middle of the bed.
"Maybe I should call Matron?" she asked aloud and waited. But no answer came to her, the only sound was a low guttural growl from him. "Fantastic! He's growling now!" She muttered. Like his moans weren't disturbing enough. "But if I call Matron, what if he doesn't want to be seen like this?"
Confliction...
Then again, what did it matter? She was sure he didn't want to be seen in this state by either of them. So what would it be, the lesser of two evils? To call the Matron or not? But, if she didn't call her, what then? And if this arousal didn't go down on its own, what would she do then? Should she, could she?
No, no, no! He was her professor! That would be highly inappropriate!
She glared at him, angry, uncertain and scared. The peaked sheet twitches a bit and she jumped. Literally, jumps off the ground? How long could he be in that condition…before it became unhealthy? Of course, she knew about sex, she wasn't stupid! And she knew male anatomy too.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen a naked male before. Not like she was a virgin or anything. But…this was totally different! Fumbling in the dark, on a cot in a tent was not the same as this. And it had happened only the once. He moaned again and she focused her attention on him.
"You are a professor, professor, you shouldn't sound soo…." But that was the problem. He didn't just happen to be her teacher, he was also a man. What did she know about him outside the school? Nothing!
The sheet twitched again. "Gods, he's either woken up and hid a snake in there or he is--" she blushed. No, she didn't even want to think about that. At this point, she would prefer a snake to the other option. "Python by the looks of it," she mumbled, drawing her eyes.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He was fumbling around, not quite sure what to do. And then it hit him; Legilimency. If he was not sure what to do, he would just let…Well, his natural talent for the skill manifested itself mostly in instinctual ability to "read" people around him.
So, taking a deep breath and steadying himself. He shut out all the annoying emotions behind those still shaky occlumency walls. He focused on her and what she wanted of him. Looking at her eyes, he lowered his lips to the dark circles of her breasts. Even if he'd wanted to squeeze the round globes, he used only the gentlest of touches. Remarkably, she was mewling under his arms in no time, writhing at his touch as he had been with hers.
Continuing with his gentle caresses, he trailed kisses down her skin. It was as soft as flour, smooth as butter as his hands trailed down to her mound. Then the unthinkable happened, she parted her legs for him, lifting her pelvis and swinging slightly in the air. Instinctively, he brushed his fingers against her labia as the pearls of dew gathered between them. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened her slightly to look. Tentatively, he pushed one finger into her. Why she wanted just the one was beyond him when he could tell she could accommodate more. But then again, he didn't need to understand it, he just needed to follow her wishes.
After a while, his hand was getting tired and he pulled his finger away, again he sniffed it. The smell was pungent, not unpleasant per se and again, curious at the texture and viscosity, he licked it experimentally. The taste was salty-sweet, a bit strong, but he could easily get use to it. While he was pondering on whether he should try and actually lick her down there; he read her mind again seeing that she was rather hoping that he would unsheath himself inside of her. He was unsure of course, until he cast a glance down his body, surprised that he indeed could oblige.
That caused another round of fumbling. He knew what was expected of him, he knew mechanics. However in theory, the practice was somewhat clumsy. But he worked to find his way, like a mole, blind and mostly by feeling. He finally managed to align himself correctly and plunged in to the hilt in one swift movement. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, squealing in delight at the fullness and depth.
Oh, this. Was. Heaven! She was soft and warm and slippery, her body fit him like a glove, caressing and smoothing over his aroused appendage. Sweet Salazar, he felt like he had stuck his dick in a jar of warm jam, not that he'd ever done that. But, that is what he imagined it must have felt like.
Pushing away disturbing images, he started on working his hips into a satisfying rhythm that matched his frenetic grip. It was utter bliss, but tiring and hard work. However, if he neglected the pain and muscle cramps that accompanied such physical activity, the feeling was magnificent. It didn't really matter who she was, as long as he could just close his eyes and focus on the sensations.
Then he felt it, her body started to shake lightly, her muscles pulsing and rippling around him. He gritted his teeth, he was close but not quite yet there. He kept on thrusting, even when his back screamed in pain for him to stop. Her muscles were quivering around the hardest part of him as it remained buried deep, this was divine torment. When she was still, he rolled off her. Her screams were still echoing in his head. They lay, panting, staring at the white ceiling.
Moving gently, she smiled at him and reached her hand down. "I cannot be ashamed by you," she whispered, watching as he closed his eyes in exhaustion.
Release, he needed a release. The dead don't have organs or appendages. Dead don't have hands you can use. Female voice again. He couldn't recognize the words, but the voice was pleading. Why would any woman be pleading of him? What did he have to offer? Maybe it was her, mocking him, most likely, it was.
The need was painful and great. Maybe this was just another torment, another trick of the eternity he had to spend…suffering?
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
She approached him with determination. And, reaching her decision, she prayed to all the deities that would listen that she was indeed making the right one. Her face was burning, and she was happy because it was the dead of the night.
"Right, now, professor please, please don't get mad at me…too much. I know you would, at least a little. Now, Poppy already told me that if ever issue of bathing arises, I'll have to do it…so…I would have to see you eventually, and my guess is…you would rather not share this state of yours. I've already witnessed it, so no harm there." She was babbling, gathering her courage.
She didn't want to see him, not really. She admitted to herself that his moans did sound sensuous. And for that moment, Hermione was jealous of the woman who was able to elicit that sound out of him. It was nothing really, she didn't care for him in that manner, it was just…No, she pushed the strange thoughts away.
Grabbing the hem of the sheet, she steadied herself, taking a long breath. "Now, as I said, no reason for you to worry. And, if you prefer you can obliviate me after you wake up." She was already flustered at what she was about to do, but it couldn't be helped. "Merlin's beard, I hope you will obliviate me. J-just please, don't kill me. I really don't want you to suffer from…what did Ron call it? …Blue balls, that's it!" she yanked the sheet and exhaled sharply.
"Gods, professor!" timidly her hand reached forward.
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