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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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A/N: Oh goodness where do we go from here?

Severus Snape felt the world spinning around him and for a moment he was too dizzy to feel anything other than her kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind he would have liked to have said that he resisted her that he pushed away from her and threw her out of the shower but there was no truth to those backburner thoughts. Her lips, warm and welcoming, moved against his and at first he tried to resist but her wriggling tongue was all too inviting and with only a moment’s hesitation he found himself allowing her to press her tongue into his mouth.

            He tilted his head to the side slightly and parted his lips further, deepening the kiss. Hermione whimpered feeling his tongue touching hers, moving and exploring the hot cavern of her mouth. She was pressed close against his body and felt wave after wave of euphoric sensation sweep through her. His tongue was like velvet, smooth and warm against hers and there was something incredibly welcoming about the soft plump feeling of his lips.

            She pulled back slowly, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at his eyes. Her chest was heaving, her breathing shallow. The kiss had been intense and for the briefest of moments she wondered if she had dreamed it. But the look in his eyes confirmed that she had not. Hermione did not know what emotions were playing across his face; only that for once his guard was down and she could see something in his eyes other than the cold stoic reservations that he usually displayed there.

            “I shouldn’t have—”

            “You didn’t.” she said softly.

            “I let you,” he stated, his eyes flickering for a moment before returning to their guarded emotionless state. Severus stood up and pulled his body away from hers. The rush of cold air that assaulted his torso was unpleasant to say the least. But he deserved far worse than a chill against his flesh.

            “You were teaching—”

            “That wasn’t teaching, Miss Granger.” He turned his head away from her and moved back from the shower. Severus stepped out of the shower and grabbed a large black towel. Draping it around his waist and moved toward the bathroom door. “Gather your things and take your leave.” He said and disappeared into the corridor.

            His words stung and Hermione fought hard to keep tears from prickling at her eyes. He was being dismissive and it cut her to the quick. What had she done wrong? Hadn’t she been pleasing? A world of thoughts swirled around in her brain but none of it made sense. Why did it matter so much what he thought? She’d gotten more than she’d anticipated and it had felt great, so what was she still doing there and why did his dismissal feel so bad. A tight knot was forming in the pit of her stomach and Hermione sank to her knees trying to calm herself down.

            She rested at the bottom of his shower for what felt like forever as the steam slowly dissipated. The room grew chilly but she was too lost in thoughts and feelings to notice. Finally she drew herself to her feet and gathered up her clothing. Hermione stepped into her skirt and pulled her blouse over her arms. Her bra and knickers were long discarded and she hadn’t the slightest idea where they had ended up, though their location was hardly a priority.

            As she stepped out of his bathroom she gazed across the hallway at his bedroom door. It was shut. She frowned. Hermione placed her handle on the knob and twisted. To her surprise it was open so she pushed the door in and moved to stand in the doorway. He was resting on his side with his back to her, the doona drawn up over his body so she could not tell if he was properly clothed. Her footfalls were soft against his bedroom floor as she moved to the foot of the bed and waited their silently.

            “I told you to take your leave,” he said but did not raise his head to look at her.

            Hermione approached the side of the bed with caution. She knelt down beside him bringing her face level with his. Blinking, she reached her tiny hand out and brushed a few strands of his hair back from his face. “Sir, I think that—”

            “I think that you should leave. You’ve caused enough trouble for one night, Miss Granger.” His voice was flat. Severus closed his eyes hoping that when he opened them the girl before him would vanish.

            “Trouble, sir?” her voice sounded pained, as she squeaked her words. “I just wanted to know what it was like.”

            “And now you know. Be gone.” He said.

            “Did I do something wrong?” she asked. Her voice was quiet, her eyes gazing at him, her head tilted slightly down.

            Severus opened his eyes. “What?”

            “Something wrong. Did I do something wrong, sir?” she repeated her question.

            The girl was ridiculous. He needed to be rid of her sooner rather than later before things escalated further. Though a tiny voice in the back of his mind pointed out that they could escalate to no higher of a level as they’d done everything in the book worthy of his resignation short of flaunt their dirty deeds in public. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and slowly he moved to sit up in his bed. “No,” he said truthfully. “A little too well at times, I think.”

            He was defeated. The girl before him, Hermione Granger one third of the Gryffindor Golden Trio, had bested him with nothing more than curiosity as her intention. Using her as visual stimuli for weeks after he’d caught her had been one thing, but he’d allowed her to push it one step further and now found himself in the terrible conundrum. The doona covered his lap but his chest was naked as he sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned for the girl to get off the floor and sit beside him.

            Hermione was cautious as she rose to her feet, clothing askew as she perched on the edge of the mattress. She shivered as she felt his lips against her ear. “There are so many things I could do to you…so many things I’ve already done to you…I am an insatiable creature…” he whispered. The idea of having the girl every night at his mercy was enough to stir sensation between his legs and he mentally cursed himself for allowing the girl to have such an impact on him.

            “I am curious…” she admitted.

            “I will not have you pandering to my whims and wills, Miss Granger. It’s bad enough I’ve allowed this much to occur.” He pulled his lips back from her ear and held her gaze, staring into her eyes. They were soft shades of amber and cinnamon swirling with flecks of honey and for a moment he lost himself in her eyes. But as quickly as it had happened was as quickly as he had snapped himself out of it.

            Severus hissed when he felt her tiny hand against his semi-turgid member. She’d slipped her fingers under the doona and let her palm rest against his member. Hermione gazed at him with wide innocent eyes, gently squeezing his flesh in her hand. “I enjoy the way you feel in my hand, sir.” She said as if it were the most natural thing to say.

            Her slight ministrations had blood rushing to his loins; his erection growing against her touch. He tried to resist but the sensations were too delicious to ignore. Severus leaned back for a moment and just allowed her to stroke him beneath the doona, closing his eyes as she worked her hand slowly up and down the length of his cock. As she cupped her palm over his tip Severus grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand away. “No.” he said. “This will not continue.”

            Hermione frowned. She shifted slightly and wriggled out of her blouse. Severus turned his head to the side and looked away. “Kindly dress yourself and leave,” he muttered. It only took her another moment to free herself from her skirt. Her tiny hands were pressed against his shoulders, tugging him back to face her. He was easily stronger than her and could have resisted had he tried but he found himself facing her once more.

            She pulled the doona off his lap and pushed on his shoulders. Severus gazed at her, trying to read the fire that glowed in her eyes. Hermione threw one leg over his lap and straddled him on the edge of the bed. He gripped her hips and pulled her back, trying to remove her tantalizing heat away from his erection. But she cupped his chin with both hands and lowered her lips to his, leaning forward, letting her nipples press against his flesh.

            Lips met lips and she kissed him, gyrating her hips against his lap as she did. She rocked back and forth astride him, trying to lift her hips high enough to slide over his length and impale herself on his member. But his hands gripped her hips and held her in place. He pulled back from the kiss, black eyes gazing up at her. “Stop…” he ground out through clenched teeth. He was losing control.

            He needed to feel the slick heat against his now throbbing erection, yearned to taste her sweet tongue once more. Hermione rocked her hips harder, gripping his shoulders for leverage, leaning her weight forward against his torso. Severus released her hips for a brief moment, using his elbows to brace himself against the mattress. She leaned over him, her lips near his ear. “You want this…and so do I…” Arching her hips high she felt his tip at her entrance and slowly eased herself down onto him.

            Severus hissed and then moaned feeling her slick heat against his erection. She taken his sanity and his control but it felt incredible. He closed his eyes and waited for her rocking motions. In that moment everything seemed to slip away. He gripped her hips once more only this time he began bouncing her in his lap, up and down up and down on his shaft. Eyes opened to see her breasts bouncing, a pleasant sight and he allowed himself a tiny smile.

            Her head lulled back, damp hair tumbling down her back as she rode him, feeling his hardness impaling her. Hermione moaned and whimpered, crying out when she felt one hand on her breast. And then his lips, hot and wet, against her nipple. She shrieked as he nipped her, his fingers gripping tighter into the flesh of her hips as she rode up and down.

            A frenzy of motion between them occurred so quickly that neither realized their release had come on so quickly. She cried out, head falling forward over his shoulder as she trembled and he growled, holding her hard down against his lap, shooting himself up inside of her. They were panting, bodies slick together, and Hermione allowed herself to rest against his shoulder for a moment. A nagging voice in the back of her head felt a little guilty but it had been too pleasurable of an experience to pay any attention to that voice at present.

            Severus sighed, his lips at her neck, little feather-light kisses trailing against her skin; it felt nice to taste her skin and he would not deny it. Several moments passed before they both regained their breath and she shifted from his lap. Hermione ached. She’d never had sex before and so many times in one night had left her nearly raw, but the sensations had been incredible, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her eyes felt heavy and her body grew weary.

            “Sir?” she asked. He turned toward her, eyes meeting hers once more. “I…” but she lost her words. A part of her longed to apologize; it almost seemed like she had forced him against his will but he had given in to his wilder desires and thoroughly enjoyed it. A part of her wanted to ask to be held but that seemed ridiculous and she dared not voice the notion. Her face flushed and she shook her head. “Nevermind.”

            “What were you going to say, Miss Granger?” he asked, his eyes showing signs of needing rest.

            All at once she seemed to blurt out everything that had been flitting through her mind. “I didn’t mean to force your hand, but you seemed to enjoy it so, and I was curious, and after what you’d put me through, but that changed after I saw you, and I’ve never really thought of you or anyone like that before I mean it isn’t like I haven’t felt things toward boys but seeing you after what you’d seen me do, and then this—” she paused to draw in a deep breath and then continued “—I had to know, and it felt so incredible I needed more. And I think I still want more.” She finished.

            She had broken him. He sighed and closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and then opened his eyes to gaze once more upon her. “More…” he said.

            “Yes, sir.”

            He paused for a long moment and then slowly nodded his head. “Very well then.”

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