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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
In the end it was Hermione who did, touching her fingers gently to his shirt collar, and looking at him to ask for permission to undo the buttons. But instead Snape brushed her hand away and clutched at the neck self-consciously. "I'd prefer not to..." He glanced past her for a second, before his eyes returned to hers.
She frowned, not understanding. "Why not?" She laid her hand back over his.
"I… It's not the prettiest of sights." When he saw she was still confused he sighed and spoke again. "I have more than a few scars earned in the service of both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. They are rather ugly, you don't have to see them."
Hermione frowned, thinking of the scar across her chest from being cursed at the Ministry. Would Snape think she was ugly too? She had been a little self-conscious of it to begin with, but after it had faded and turned an almost silvery colour she had come to view it as proof of what she and her friends had face that night, and she was almost proud of it.
But now she felt uncertain. Snape was hiding his scars beneath his shirt, but she hadn't thought to keep hers covered. What would he think? She clutched the sheet to her tighter for a moment, before turning her attention back to him. Immediately she noticed the look in his eyes that was somehow vulnerable, and she could almost see him mentally retreating from her as she continued to keep silent after his revelation. Her heart softened again as his lack of self-worth was once again laid bare.
Realising that not only was he possibly about to back out of the situation, but that his insecurities about his own body would likely have nothing to do with the way he would view her, she decided she needed to do something quick. Moving her hand down onto his chest and laying it flat before wriggling closer to him. "We all have scars, Professor," she whispered roughly. You'll see mine in a minute… "I'm sure you aren't as bad as you think, but if you want to keep your shirt on, that's your choice". Locking eyes with his she moved her head closer, licking her lips slightly, and kissed him again.
Snape tensed, seemingly ready to bolt, but Hermione's hand fisted in his shirt and held him there. Eventually his eyes closed and he slowly began to return the kiss. Mutually their mouths began to open, tongues starting to grow bold, and at the first touch of hers against his he groaned quietly. They both froze at the sound, eyes flicking open for a second before they started again, both of their tongues now slipping out occasionally to taste each other.
Neither made any further advances towards intimacy for a while, both comfortable to just kiss. Again Hermione was the one to make the next move, pulling away from Snape suddenly and shifting even closer to him, and looking up through her eyelashes at him, hoping he would take the next step. He didn't move, except for his eyes, which darted over her face and somewhere past her uncertainly, as if wondering why she had stopped kissing him.
With a quiet sigh, Hermione rolled flat on her back, making sure she was as close to his body as she could get through the blankets that still separated them. She tugged the cover down a little, exposing her neck fully as well as the first swell of her breasts. The top of her scar was now visible, and she saw the moment he spotted it. His eyed widened just a touch before he controlled himself. She lay still under his scrutiny, waiting for some sort of response from him.
Snape just stared at her uncovered skin, and still made no move. His hesitancy was beginning to make her feel awkward. Was she really that unappealing that he couldn't bring himself to touch her? If the situation had been anything other than it was, she would have admitted defeat, but she so needed him to do this for her. Grabbing his hand she pressed it down over her chest, his palm over the blanket and his fingers touching her bare skin. He tried to pull away as if stung, but she held him firmly and pushed up into his hand.
"Please… I can't do this all by myself," she pleaded. She moved his hand so that it rubbed up and down slightly, and her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his calloused fingertips on her soft skin. Heat seemed to spread outward from the spot. Hermione wished she knew what he was thinking, or that he would say something to give her a clue as to what he was feeling. Finally he seemed to work up the courage and squeezed gently. Hermione's eyes flew open at the unexpected movement, and her breath caught.
Snape flinched, but kept his hand on her. He was watching her almost curiously, his eyes dark and hooded. Hermione's smile was nervous as she touched his shoulder and pulled him gently towards her. Her courage was wearing thin with so little encouragement from Snape. She desperately needed him to try harder.
As if he'd heard her, his warm fingers started to trace along her skin at the edge of the sheet, his sight fixed on where he was caressing her. She saw a small frown begin to form on his face, and then his eyes slowly moved up to meet hers, his fingers stilling a moment. Reading the question in them, she followed as his gaze dropped back down to her chest again. His fingers had stopped on the stop where her scar disappeared beneath the sheet.
Understanding what he wanted, but that he did not know how to ask, she pulled the sheet slightly lower, still leaving the lower half of her breast covered. Taking his hand yet again, she guided the tip of one finger so that it followed the line of her scar. She let go when they reached the end, hoping he would take the initiative and continue. She watched breathlessly as he hesitantly began to trace back down. She could virtually see the thoughts churning away behind his eyes as he touched her, almost reverently, his movements getting bolder with each passing second.
Pushing away the last of her own insecurities, she closed her eyes and just let herself enjoy the sensations he was causing. She gasped when he bent his head down to her neck, kissing her as his fingers began to explore her further. Snape pushed impatiently at the blanket and it slipped down to pool on her stomach, fully exposing her breasts to him. He ran his hands across her nipple, and Hermione hissed as they started to harden at his touch. His gentle attentions to her body were helping her forget her own worries as it began to respond to him. Her eyes closed, and she turned her head away, giving him more room as he continued to nibble at her neck.
He began to kiss his way down her body, his long hair brushing across her skin, eyes fixed on her face for a sign that she wished to stop. But she only lifted herself off the mattress slightly, pushing herself into his mouth. When he reached her right nipple he ran his tongue over it, and when she didn't pull away from him he took it between his lips and sucked gently.
At this, Hermione made a soft sound and arched her back again as a shiver ran through her whole body, leaving her with an ache between her legs that was begging to be assuaged. Snape pulled away slightly to look at her, his lips swollen and his eyes wild. Her breathing was starting to become ragged, hands now wandering over his shoulders and neck, before one of them came up to tangle in his hair. With the smallest pressure, she encouraged him to continue his ministrations and he lowered his head to her again.
His actions were becoming more confident as she reassured him with her hands and the sounds of enjoyment that were now slipping from her mouth uninhibited. She ran one hand down his back, dipping below the sheet and then back up his side, scoring her nails gently over his skin. The movement lifted his shirt slightly and part of his back was now visible. She could just make out the faintest traces of lines scored into his pale skin, but found herself uninterested in the sight, instead choosing to focus on the pleasure he was giving her.
Snape's hot mouth had closed over one of her breasts again, and he was stroking the other gently with his fingers. As Hermione's hand travelled back down his spine he groaned again, wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her closer. She responded by lowering her face to nuzzle his hair, then lifting his face with her free hand so she could kiss him again.
As he opened his mouth to return her kiss, her hand then slid slowly down his neck and disappeared under his chest, continuing downwards. By now Snape's body was hovering partly over her own, the sheets covering what his shirt was not, but she could feel his bare leg pressed lightly against hers, his chest along her side, so she felt his whole body stiffening as he realised what she was searching for. Hermione pulled back from him, breaking their kiss to bite her bottom lip nervously as her hand faltered at his waist.
Dark eyes that had been glazed with desire lost some of their intensity as he realised she had stopped. "Are you ok? Do you want to stop? Snape asked, his breath hitching and he fought to catch his breath.
Her head shook. "No, I mean, yes. I'm fine. I just… I'm not sure how you…" She swallowed. "How you like to be touched."
"You don't have to do that. This is supposed to be for you." His hand continued to stroke her breast gently. His confidence was blossoming just as her own nerve started to fail her as she contemplated the next step. She really wanted to touch him… down there… not only to prove that she really wanted this, and to give him a measure of tenderness that he had long been without, but also to satisfy her own curiosity.
"I want to. You're only doing this for me. I'd like you to enjoy it too." She looked at him uncertainly, hoping he would agree and show her what she should do.
His eyes flashed with some deep emotion, but his only response was to lean in and kiss her again, more passionately than before. The hand on her breast slipped down to join hers, and together they moved down between their two bodies. He shifted his hips back to give them more room, and he guided her to his erection, showing her the best way to stroke it, where to put her fingers to the best effect.
She found herself entranced by the feel of his cock, the strange juxtaposition of soft and hardness at the same time, the smooth, silky skin under her fingers, the way he helped her to smear the moisture gathering at the tip, lubricating the shaft so that her hand moved up and down with ease. Soon he was gasping, his hips moving back and forth against her hand, his having moved away as soon as she'd caught on to what he liked. He threw his head back in bliss, and she stared in wonder into eyes that seemed even darker than before, as he stared unseeing past her, his face contorted with a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief. His lips moved slightly as if whispering something, and his eyes squeezed shut suddenly, as if in pain.
Hermione continued to stroke him, changing the pressure or speed, watching to see what got the best response from him before repeating it.
"Stop… stop…" he cried all of a sudden, his eyes flying open.
A worried look spread across her face, and she pulled her hand away. "What's the matter? Did I…?"
"No, you were doing it great. Too well, in fact," he panted, trying to catch his breath, and collapsing to one side of her. "Much more and I would have been incapable of performing the one service you asked for this evening."
"Oh," she said, blushing and not meeting his eyes. He seemed to be similarly embarrassed by his words. After a moment of silence she looked up at him once again, to catch him one again looking past her, a strange look on his face. "What is it?" she said, twisting her head to see if she could make out what was catching his attention. There was nothing there except a bedside cabinet with a candlestick resting on the top.
"It's nothing," he said hastily, before taking her lips with his once again, almost too eagerly. Snape moved closer to her, resting on his side, and leaning down over her. He ran his hand over her breasts and down her stomach. Her curiosity changed to nervousness once again as his fingers continued downward. No one had ever touched her so intimately before, and her breath caught with anticipation.
"Relax," he whispered against her mouth. "I'll go slowly. Tell me if you want me to stop."
Her mouth tightened, but she nodded her agreement. His hand began to move again, drifting lower as his fingers traced patterns across her skin. Snape continued to kiss her with short, almost chaste kisses, as the hand of the arm he was leaning on tangled and played with her hair. He seemed a completely different man from the timid one of 10 minutes previous.
Hermione stiffened as his fingers finally reached the spot between her legs that had been aching for attention. Heat flared through her body as he circled her clit gently, making her cry out wordlessly as her back arched. Snape's mouth moved to her neck, kissing it softly, and he began to whisper words of encouragement in her ear.
The mixture of his deft fingers gently teasing and his deep voice whispering sensually in her ear quickly brought her spiralling upward on a wave of pleasure, more intense than anything she had ever managed by herself, but after a few minutes she began to feel the frustration of not being able to make it over the edge.
Snape seemed to read something in her body language, for soon he whispered, "Will you show me how you touch yourself? I want to know what you like."
Her hand that had been resting on his chest joined his between her legs, and he felt how she circled her clit, before pressing lightly on it, then how she ran her fingers up and down her slit, dipping inside before returning to rub her wetness over her bud. Snape pushed her hand aside and took over.
Hermione visibly relaxed. Her eyes drifted closed and her mouth opened as the pleasure began to build. Her hips began to move in time with the fingers that were now moving gently in and out of her, carefully loosening the tight muscles. He continued to murmur in her ear. "You like that? Tell me what you want."
"Oh Gods," she exclaimed as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. "Please, don't… stop…talking."
"You mean to tell me that you're one of those Gryffindor girls that appreciates the sound of my voice," he rumbled deep in his chest. She let out a whimper as she nodded her head. When he was silent she opened her eyes to see him looking somewhat perturbed, staring into space again, his fingers losing their rhythm slightly.
"Please," she begged. She was so close and was desperate to come. "Please… I'm nearly there, don't stop."
At her words his eyes seemed to gather their focus once again, and he once more bent his neck to kiss the sensitive skin in the hollow of her neck. His fingers picked up their pace, and he tore a gasp from her when he worked out how to use his thumb to press on her clit at the same time.
"God… Yes!" she breathed, throwing her head back and pushing into his fingers as hard as she could. "Yes… I'm…" She trembled from head to toe as pleasure burst through her, the world turning white as she lost all sense of anything except her pulsing muscles. Her release was beyond anything she had ever imagined, and for a few moments nothing existed besides her ecstasy; no Voldemort, no war, no running for her life, no fear or worries. Then the glow faded, and she found herself back in the arms of the dark, grumpy potions master, the man who she knew would have to cause himself terrible pain by mistreating her in the weeks to come, and she had to quickly press her face into his shoulder so that he would not see the tears that she knew he would misunderstand.
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