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An Unforgettable Night	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 35492 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.

Thanks a lot to my beta-readers, Duchess_Of_Arcadia and Amy Louise, for correcting my mistakes.

An Unforgettable Night

How many parties have we had since the fall of Voldemort? Hermione couldn't remember. Her brain was fogged by the alcohol, and all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep. She was the soberest person in the room except for Luna, the person she had been talking to for the last thirty minutes.

Albus and Minerva had staggered arm in arm out of the room a few minutes before, and now, only Remus and Severus were in the room with the two young ladies.

Severus was sprawled unceremoniously over the armchair near the fireplace. He always took care not to drink too much, but even he was slightly wavering when he stood up to help a very drunken Remus to the bathroom. “Ladies,” he said with a smirk on his face when he passed them.

Oh, that smirk. It went right through Hermione's body. She scolded herself for having a crush on Severus and even more for not being able to hide it well enough.

He had caught her looking at him more than once, and he had always smirked at her.

Blushing was something she did often lately because of this dark and sexy man. Oh, Merlin, stop thinking like this, Hermione ordered herself mentally. It couldn't be flirting when he smirked back at her or brushed her while passing her at any occasion. She knew that he was making fun of her. What else would he do? The bookworm has a crush on the war hero. Oh, yes, that's surely what he thinks about me. I'm just a stupid bookworm. And over and above that, an inexperienced one. Before the last battle, she hadn't had time for a relationship or for exploring herself, and now she was nineteen and scared that every man would laugh at her for still being inexperienced. So she avoided every man who tried to date her.

“We should go to bed as well, Hermione,” Luna said, interrupting her thoughts. The cottage they were in was silent, so it seemed all the other party guests had found their way to bed. The cottage was Albus'. It was located by the sea. It was just a small one, and so they all had to sleep in one room, except for Albus and Minerva, of course. They slept in their own bedroom.

Hermione shuddered at the idea of the drunken men who would be snoring when they arrived in the bedroom in a few minutes. She preferred it this way, but that didn't mean she liked it. Last time she tried to go to bed earlier, but was interrupted in the bathroom several times by people who had to relieve themselves, and when she was finally on her mattress on the floor of the bedroom, she was woken up every time one of the drunkards came in. This time she was cleverer and used the bathroom after everyone except Luna was sleeping, so both women had all the time they needed to make themselves ready for the night. When they finally entered the guest bedroom, the scene was exactly like Hermione had predicted it. Loud snoring penetrated her ears. Oh, no, wait, not exactly how I predicted it, she thought, shocked, while looking around in the room.

“Seems we have a problem here,” Luna said.

“What the hell were they thinking?” Hermione asked angrily.

Luna giggled. “I don't know if they still were able to think. I would say Severus didn't want to sleep on the floor and also didn't want Remus with him in the bed.”

Hermione looked open-mouthed from the dark wizard in black silk pajamas on the bed to the sandy-haired wizard on the mattress beside the only free mattress on the floor. “I'm going to wake him.”

Luna laughed. “Try if you dare.” Meanwhile, she went over to the free mattress beside Remus.

Hermione shook Severus’ shoulder. “Severus, wake up! We can't sleep in one bed. You have to sleep beside Remus!”

Severus just groaned and rolled over to his other side.

“Oh, fantastic.” Hermione looked at Luna, seeking help, but Luna had already settled down beside Remus. “Luna!” Hermione said, shocked.

“Come on, Hermione. They are drunk. You can scold them for it tomorrow if you still want to. I'm tired. Let's go to sleep.” With that she drew the bed sheet over her head.

Hermione stood for a few minutes calculating her possibilities: to sleep on the uncomfortable couch in the alcohol-smelling and stuffy lounge or beside Severus in the guest bed. She noticed that she was freezing. Her night shirt was not giving her much warmth. So she finally decided to crawl into the bed beside Severus.

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She woke up, lying on her side, as a hand was caressing her right flank. Her mind needed some time to become fully awake, and when it did, the hand was already caressing her belly. It drew small circles on it and caused goose bumps on Hermione's skin. Oh, Merlin, he is touching me while he sleeps, Hermione thought, shocked. Okay, calm down, Hermione. He'll stop in a few minutes and everything will be okay. You don't have to make a fuss about it. She didn't want to wake anybody in the room. The hand was warm, and she also could feel the warmth of Severus’ body behind her. Her heart was hammering like hell, and when the hand drew up in the direction of her breast, she feared her heart would stop beating. “Severus, wake up!” she whispered, hoping nobody else would wake up.

“Ah, at last! I thought you would never wake up.” The silky and sexy voice was directly in her ear. The warm air he was breathing in her ear and his sexy voice was setting her whole body on fire. Goose bumps were all over her skin, and her heart was beating so fast, she though he must feel it under his hand. Oh, Merlin, the hand. It had reached her right breast and was cupping it softly. His thumb was stroking over her already erect nipple. “Professor, that's not right. We can’t do this.”

“Oh, but I'm not your professor anymore, Hermione. We've been on a first name basis for almost a year. So why fall back into old habits now?” His voice was still seductive but also mocking.

“Severus, it's not right.” She tried to reason with him while he still fondled her breast.

“Your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying yes, Hermione,” he said and gave the nipple a little twist.

Hermione squeaked. “The others, Severus. They'll hear us.” Hermione's mind was racing.

“Then you should be careful about your volume,” he said and scooted a little nearer to her. His chest was now against her back, and he turned her a little more to have better access to her other breast. When she started to protest, he kissed her throat. “Calm down, Hermione. You like it. Do you think I didn't notice your looks at me? You want me, Hermione. Don't deny it.”

“I...” Hermione didn't know what to say. His hand caressing her was transporting her to another world. No, she didn't want him to stop. It was amazing. She had never felt anything like this.

“You are thinking too much,” he said while kissing her throat and letting his hand wander down onto her belly and then to her hip.

Hermione lost herself in the sensation. She still had in the back of her mind that the others could wake up and see them, but the feeling was so amazing that she didn't care enough to tell him to stop.

His hand wandered down the outside of her leg and stopped above her knee. He grabbed her leg and shifted his body closer beside her, drawing her right leg a little over his side to have better access. She now was lying on her side, but also half on him.

She felt very much exposed and started to panic.

“Shhh, Hermione. I will do nothing you don't want.” His mouth went from her throat to her mouth, and he kissed her.

She didn't know what she was doing. Her body reacted on its own, and she parted her lips to let him kiss her deeply. She moaned and lost herself again.

Feeling that she had relaxed again, he let his hands travel upward on the inside of her leg.

Her heart hammered again at a pace she thought couldn't be healthy. She had the feeling she was dripping wet between her legs, and her private parts were tingling almost unbearably. She could feel his erection press against her right bum cheek. Thinking about what he wanted to do with it was something that would have made her panic if she were capable of thinking right now, but she wasn't. His hand was lingering right where her knickers ended. The only thing that was on her mind was the desperate wish for him to move his damn hand were she needed it. Her center was throbbing. Hermione had the feeling it was trying to suck those wonderful fingers closer. “Please, Severus.”

“Please what?” he said seductively right into her ear and then let his tongue caress her ear lobe. He nibbled at it and even bit it softly.

Hermione drew in a sharp breath. God, my knickers must be dripping. Another wave of pleasure went through her body when Severus paid more attention to her ear. “Please touch me there,” she said breathlessly.

“All you needed to do was ask, my dear,” he said and started to kiss her throat again. His hand traveled down her leg again and when she groaned, frustrated, he chuckled. “Patience, my dear.” He let his hand travel upwards again, and this time it stopped at her knickers.

Hermione thought her heart would explode when Severus' hand traveled upwards. Nothing else was on her mind other than the anticipation that it would reach her folds this time. Each inch it came closer made her knickers wetter. She felt embarrassed by it, but the urge to feel his hand on her was much greater. When he finally reached it, it felt like heaven. His long fingers were stroking up and down over the fabric of her knickers. She tried to muffle her moans with her hand. When he drew a path up her belly, she could feel the wetness on his fingers. He encircled her belly button and started to kiss her deeply again. Hermione had the feeling she couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. His tongue was exploring her mouth and gave her no chance to protest when his hand went wandering down again and this time under the fabric of her knickers. She started to panic again and tried to close her legs. Oh, Merlin, he is a man. He will want more than this. How could I be so stupid as to let this all start?

“Shhh, Hermione, you’re thinking too much again. I won't do anything you don't want. I can stop whenever you like, but I have the feeling you don't want to stop here,” he said in a low voice, his hand still on her pussy but unmoving. “Relax and spread your legs for me, Hermione,” he whispered seductively in her ear.

Oh, she didn't want this to end, but she didn't want to raise his hopes for nothing. She was scared about sex, and she didn't want him to know that she was a virgin.

It was just as well that she didn't realize that he knew she was a virgin. Her whole body was screaming the fact. To be honest, he wouldn't have approached her if he'd known from the beginning that she was a virgin, but by the time he realised the truth, he was far too intoxicated by her to stop.

He had thought they could have a quick but satisfying fuck. She wasn't drunk enough for him to feel guilty for seducing her, but drunk enough to make her more relaxed and the seduction easier. He had thought she was shy, but had not immediately realized the real reason for her hesitation. So the rumors about her and the Weasley boy weren’t true. Her virginity didn't stop him, but it made him gentler. He wanted her and, if she were willing, for more than a one-night stand. So he had to make it damn good for her if he wanted to convince her to engage in further activities like this in the future.

Her lust triumphed over her fear, and she spread her legs wantonly again. His middle finger immediately started to circle her clit to make sure she wouldn’t change her mind again. She moaned. This time she couldn't suppress or muffle it. Feeling her panic again and frantically looking around, he said, “Don't worry, dear. I have placed a Silencing Spell and an illusion on the bed. Nobody can hear or see us. They just see two people peacefully sleeping.” Initially, he had planned that the possibility of discovery would add to her excitement, but when he had discovered her inexperience, he had been forced to change his tactics.

She relaxed visibly, and he shifted his hand. Now his thumb was caressing her clit, and his middle finger was stroking up and down between her folds. Again, he covered her mouth with his to distract her from what he planned to do next. The kiss was deep and passionate. She’s a natural, he thought. While his thumb was drawing circles on her clit, his middle finger rested on her entrance. When she was lost deep in kissing, he started to penetrate her with his finger.

Not even the wonderful kiss nor the amazing feeling his thumb given her by working on her clit could prevent the panic and embarrassment she felt when the finger penetrated her. She stopped the kissing and spoke against the lips that were still against hers. “No, please, Severus, I...” Oh, no, she didn't want to say it out loud. She turned her head away in embarrassment.

He had stopped but refused to pull his finger out of her. He had tested how far he could go in without breaching the hymen, but he thought he'd been careful enough not to cause her pain. So why this reaction? When he saw her turn her face away, he realized her motivation for stopping him. “Hermione, look at me!” he ordered softly, but she refused. He sighed. “Hermione, I know that you are a virgin. I will be careful not to break your hymen with my finger. If you decide that you don't want to have sex with me, I will accept it, but let me at least try to show you that there is nothing to fear. We are not even at the point where you have to decide to have sex with me or not. I promise you not to force you to do anything. Just enjoy what you like, and I can feel that you like what I do, Hermione. Don't push me away because you are embarrassed. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” He had spoken seriously, but later when he thought back on this moment, he had to grin. His finger in her center, his cock screaming at him to be let free, and he went into teacher mode to try to reason with her. “Turn your face and let me kiss you again, Hermione,” he said in his low and sexy voice again.

He knew. He knew all the time and still started this? He doesn't care that I'm a virgin, and he’s very patient and careful. Maybe this is the best opportunity I will ever get to lose my virginity. He seems to know exactly what he is doing . She turned her head and was surprised at how quickly he engaged her mouth with a hot kiss again. His finger started to work in and out again and was soon accompanied by a second one. She moaned openly now. She didn't try to hold back and squirmed under his hand. He whispered a wandless spell, and her knickers were gone. She didn't even notice.

Hermione felt a need and burning in her body she had never experienced before. The feeling was amazing; it was as if she was lost in her own body. When he withdrew his finger and cupped the hollow of her knee to shift it upwards to her body, she moaned in frustration.

“Patience, my dear,” he reminded her. His hand traveled along the back of her leg to her center. He was fondling her now from behind. This different angle brought a new sensation. He was rolling her swollen clit between his index and middle finger and started to penetrate her with his thumb. His erection was throbbing painfully. His cock wanted to be freed, so he released it with another wandless spell. When it bobbed free it hit her buttock. She started to tense, but a flick of his fingers at her clit made her forget her worries immediately. He removed his hand and shifted her a little more on her stomach. His left arm sneaked under her body to hold her in place, and his right hand started to caress her clit again. This made room for his cock to move from behind through her legs to stroke over her folds. When she tensed, he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Everything’s okay, Hermione. It's still outside. Just stroking. I will not break your hymen without your permission.”

The sensation of his big cock stroking over her folds was breathtaking. Her center was making sucking movements as if it wanted the cock inside. Hermione's brain was still working against it. It is too big. It will never fit. But she also started to reason with herself. He is so gentle, so tender. Who else would be better than he to get rid of this damn problem? Yes, she considered her virginity as a problem. Something to be embarrassed about at nineteen and also something to be scared about because she’d heard all the tales about the pain it inflicted when it was broken. She wanted to get rid of it. When she felt the cock draw deeper strokes between her folds, she held her breath.

He stopped when he felt her stop breathing. “Everything okay? Shall I stop, Hermione?”

She shook her head and started to breathe again. “No, please, go on,” she whispered.

He placed a kiss on her shoulder and started to move again. It was unbearable, his cock wanted to go in, and it needed all his will power not to plunge it into her hot pussy up to the hilt. When he felt her relax again and start to moan, he shifted a little so that the head of his cock rested on her entrance. “Don't panic again. I will just prod a little to give you a feeling for it,” he said before she even made a move to protest. He placed kiss after kiss on her shoulders and neck while he slowly started to prod her hole.

Hermione felt the pressure when her entrance was stretched. No, it will never fit, she thought desperately, but she was at a point where she just wanted it to be over. The pressure the fingers inflicted by caressing her clit was almost unbearable. Several times she had thought she would explode, but then Severus had stopped the caressing until the wave of pleasure had ebbed again. It was frustrating. Her center was trying to suck the cock in against her fear that it wouldn't fit. It was as if her body was working against her will. Or was it the other way around? She moved back against him, trying to encourage him to prod deeper. The pressure of the stretch was almost gone, and she felt the head of his cock in her entrance. Maybe it can fit. Her thoughts were interrupted by a small shot of pain when the head touched her barrier.

Severus stopped immediately. “Sorry. It's not broken. I just stretched it,” he said while placing his forehead against her shoulder. The pleasure the resistance had given his cock was unbearable, and Severus tried to will his pleasure down. Merlin, don't come right now. Think of something to calm down. He thought about Albus and Minerva naked in their bed, having sex. It worked. He breathed deeply. “Shall I stop?”

“No, please go on.” She moved her hips to get the fingers working on her clit again.

Severus chuckled. “Oh, so eager, my little vixen. Who am I to deny you?” He started to roll her knot of pleasure between his fingers.

Hermione felt frustrated. “You denied my pleasure several times this night. Why do you always stop?” she asked.

“Because I'm the one who sets the pace, my dear,” he said seductively. One move with his hand that encircled her stomach, and she was placed completely on it. Severus moved between her legs and shifted them further up to have better access. A cushion was placed under Hermione's belly so fast she couldn't even react to help him. Only seconds passed before she felt him lying on her back. She could feel his skin on hers. When did he remove my nightshirt? she mused, but her pleasure-fogged mind couldn't remember. And she didn't mind at all. She could feel his heartbeat, and his erection was dangling between her legs. “I want to have sex with you, Hermione. Will you let me?” he whispered in his seductive voice directly in her ear. “Please, let me make love to you.”

Yes, she wanted it. Every nerve of her body screamed for it, but she was scared as well. “I'm scared,” she whispered in her cushion, but he heard her.

He started to caress her shoulder blade and then moved slowly to her side and finally her breast. “Just a little more prodding then, my dear.” His cock was screaming at him. He had the feeling it would fall off if he couldn’t bury it completely in this beautiful witch. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear while he positioned his cock at her entrance and started to prod it again. “I love your hair and your eyes, your wonderful petite breasts.” He squeezed her right breast while saying it. “Your lovely, round bum,” he said while letting his hand travel from her breast to her bum, cupping it firmly. “I love your wetness.” His hand traveled from her bum to he folds and started to caress her clit again. His cock was working at such an agonizingly slow pace in and out of her center that she started to squirm again to get more friction and encourage him to go faster, deeper. Oh, yes, she wanted it deeper. Much deeper. She moaned.

“And I love your moans. They are music to my ears,” he said as he bit her earlobe seductively.

“Oh, God, please,” Hermione moaned and wriggled.

“Please what, Hermione?” She could almost feel his smirk when he asked her this.

Hermione was desperate. She thought that only men thought with their private parts, but right now she had the feeling her private parts were screaming at her to tell him to fuck her. Her walls were moving, trying to suck the cock deeper. “Please do it, Severus. Please fuck—”

He used her distraction to plunge his cock into her. The barrier broke, and Hermione cried out. She tried to squirm away from him, to get his cock out, but he held her firmly by her hips, his cock deep inside her. He had to breathe deeply to calm himself and to will his cock to stop exploding. Being buried deep inside her was the greatest feeling he had ever had. No other woman had felt like this. It was like reaching the top of a mountain after a very hard climb. Hearing Hermione whimper under him brought him back to reality.

The pain was unbearable. She wanted his cock – or was it a dagger – out of her. She tried to crawl forward, but Severus held her firmly in place. Tears were forming in her eyes, and she started to sob and whimper. She tried to rear up to get him off her, but his weight was stopping her from moving.

He leaned over, his cock deep inside her, and kissed her neck. “Shhh, Hermione. The pain will vanish soon. You will see. Trust me.” He tried to calm her. Crying women weren't erotic at all. She wasn't the first virgin he had taken, but she was the first he had made such an effort with. His heart clenched to hear her sobs. God, what's wrong with me? he thought.

She heard him speak soothingly to her, and the pain had already ebbed to a bearable degree. She felt his hand sneak under her body again, and soon his amazing fingers were caressing her folds and clit again. The warm feeling came back and the tingle as well. It started to override the pain.

When he felt her relax again, he started to caress her more thoughtfully. The first moan was his indication to start moving his cock a little.

She felt him move again. His fingers were working wonders, and she lost herself in the sensation again. She felt no real pain, but an uncomfortable soreness when his cock moved in and out of her center now. Soon the feeling to want him deep inside her started to come back. She moaned and pushed back onto him.

That brought the first moan from him, and Hermione felt it vibrate through her whole body. She had never heard anything as erotic as his moan. And it was she who had caused it. That made her smile and gave her a totally new feeling. Her self-confidence increased, and she made the same movement again. Again, she was rewarded with a moan from her lover.

“You little vixen. First, playing the shy virgin and then driving me crazy,” he said and bit her ear again. She moaned when he kissed the place he had bitten before. “This game can be played on both sides.” A flick with his fingers at her clit manifested this statement.

She moaned again, louder this time. “I love this game,” she said eagerly.

Severus chuckled. “Good to hear. Then let's play it properly.” With that he plunged into her deeper and faster. Her moans and wriggles encouraged him to go on. He only stopped when he heard her say, “I want to see you.”

He pulled his cock out, and she moaned in frustration. “It was your wish, my dear. Don't complain now.” He rolled her over on her back and leaned down to kiss her deeply.

Merlin, this man can kiss, she thought almost feverishly.

He kissed a trail down her throat to her breast. He sucked the nipple and played with it, using his tongue. His right hand was caressing her other breast and his left hand guided his member into her wet folds again. When he plunged into her balls-deep, she cried out in pleasure. He felt that she was almost at the peak. He moved in her with the pace he needed to come close as well, but slow enough not to let her come too soon. He leaned down again and kissed her as he withdrew completely, just to plunge in to the hilt a second later. Again she cried out in pleasure, but this time it was muffled by his mouth on hers.

He was kissing her, and she felt as if she was in heaven. His pace a few seconds before was agonizing, so she was happy when he plunged into her like this. Every time his balls slapped at her bum she felt a wave of pleasure in her center. The crazy feeling in her center increased more and more, and at the sixth thrust she felt a wave go through her whole body. She screamed and buckled under him. She had the feeling she exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure ran trough her body. He rode every wave out, and when she finally calmed down, he pressed deep inside her and felt his own release.

Her whole body was tingling, and she felt so relaxed and dazed. This was better than anything she had ever felt. Severus was lying half over her. His cock had slipped out, and he panted, his head on her shoulder. After a few minutes she felt a warm tickling when he placed his hand on her stomach. She knew he had cast a spell. Surely a Contraceptive Spell.

This woman was amazing, he thought, still dazed from his orgasm. He had wanted her so desperately, and then he hadn’t even known how mind-blowing sex with her was. When his mind had cleared enough, he placed the Contraceptive Spell on her.

“That was amazing, Severus,” she said, still high from her first orgasm.

He shifted onto his elbow and looked at her. He gently wiped a loose wisp of hair out of her face and leaned down to kiss her. The kiss was tender this time, not as feverish as the former ones. Hermione loved this kiss even more than the others. He stopped the kiss and whispered against her lips, “I'm glad to hear that.” He looked up into her eyes. “And if you want, this is just the beginning.”

She smiled at him, gave him a quick kiss and said, “Yes, I want that.”

“So it will be, my little vixen,” Severus said and deepened the kiss.

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