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Happy Birthday Professor Snape	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8290 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Happy Birthday Professor Snape
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Originally written and posted on Jan, 9.

Today is Professor Severus Snape's birthday. In honor of his birthday, I present you with this smutty little one shot. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review.

Hermione Granger stood outside of the dungeon classroom watching the last students file out. Taking a deep, cleansing breathe she tried to muster up all of her courage. "It's now or never." She muttered to herself. Reaching out her hand, she pushed open the heavy door and entered the familiar classroom.

Professor Snape sat behind his desk, writing carefully on a piece of parchment. He did not look up when he heard the door to his classroom open and close. "And to what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Granger?" He purred, his silky baritone sending chills down her spine.

"I just wanted to take a moment to wish you a Happy Birthday, Sir." Hermione said softly, smiling down at her Potions Master.

"And just how do you know it's my birthday?" Professor Snape asked, lowering his quill and pinning her with his obsidian gaze.

"Oh." She laughed. "A little bird told me."

"A little bird named Headmistress McGonagall I would suspect."

"And you would be correct." Hermione said quickly, suddenly very nervous under his intense gaze. "Well Happy Birthday, Sir. I'll leave you to your work now." She turned sharply and headed towards the dungeon doors, cursing herself a coward.

"Is that all?" His silken voice seemed loud in the quiet room. "Just Happy Birthday?"

She stopped in her tracks and turned slowly to look at him. "Sir?"

Her breathe caught in her throat as he rose from his seat and casually unhooked his heavy teaching robes, tossing them on to his chair. Moving with the grace of a panther, he walked around his desk and leaned against it, his long legs stretched out before him. "I said." He repeated slowly. "Is that all? No card? No present? No bauble to help me celebrate the day?"

Hermione Granger flushed darkly. 'What was he playing at? Was he teasing her?'

"I'm sorry Sir." She said, walking back down the aisle to stand in front of him. "I didn't think…." She hesitated, flushing at the sudden warmth she felt in the cold drafty dungeons.

"Didn't what?" He purred softly. "Didn't think I would want a gift? Didn't think I would appreciate one." He tsked softly with his tongue. "You wound me, Ms. Granger."

"Well perhaps I could make it up to you Sir." She whispered her voice breathy.

"Hmmmm." He said, rubbing his index finger across his lips as if deep in thought. "Perhaps you could…." his eyes scanned up and down her body suggestively "With a kiss."

Hermione let out the breathe she'd been holding and her legs trembled slightly. "You'd like a birthday kiss? From me?"

He nodded his head slowly, as he uncrossed his legs and held his hand out to her. "Surely that's not too much to ask? A birthday kiss for your old Potion's Master."

"I suppose that's not an unreasonable request." She said, placing her quivering hand in his and allowing him to pull her to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to stand against his thighs.

"You're shaking, Ms. Granger." He leaned over and whispered directly into her ear, his soft lips brushing her skin. "Is the idea of kissing me so frightening?"

"No. Sir. Just….unexpected." She cursed the quavering sound in her voice.

"Mmmmmm. Unexpected." He repeated as he lightly brushed his soft lips against hers.

"Yes. Unexpected." She whispered, her lips teasing against his as she spoke. She moaned softly as he leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against hers. 'Oh Merlin.' She thought as his tongue, gently licked along her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. She wrapped her arms around his head as her lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth to rub tenderly against hers. His large hands caressed the small of her back as the kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment.

She gasped loudly as he broke the kiss and began to nibble and lick his way down her jaw line to the sensitive skin of her neck. "Oh Gods." She moaned as he kissed and sucked gently there, sending shivers straight to her core. His hands rose and played teasingly at the fastenings of her robe.

Hermione stared nervously into his eyes. "May I?" His voice was husky and deep with lust. She had barely nodded her head, before her robes where unfastened and tossed to the ground.

"I thought all you wanted was a kiss." She panted as his large hands roamed up her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts.

"I never said where I wanted to kiss you." He growled, pulling at the hem of her shirt. She gasped again as he quickly pulled her shirt over her head. He kissed his way down her neck to the top of her breast, his nimble fingers reached behind her, unfastening her bra and dropping it to the floor. "Perhaps I would like to kiss you here." Her head fell back as he captured a nipple between his lips, his tongue licking and flicking at it. "Or here." He moved to the other breast, nipping and teasing the nipple to a hardened peak. "Or even here." She moaned as he grasped her heated sex, rubbing her through the thick material of her jeans.

"Well it is your birthday." She panted as he unfastened her jeans and pushed them past her hips. Balancing herself on his shoulders, Hermione quickly toed off her shoes. She gripped him tightly as he pushed her jeans and her socks off her legs, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

"This is correct Ms. Granger. It is my birthday." He picked her up and placed her on the edge of her desk. Kissing and licking gently, he worked his way down her body until he was positioned between her thighs. Watching her carefully, he pulled her knickers down off her hips, kissing her legs as he removed them and added them to the growing pile of discarded clothes.

"And now for a kiss." He whispered, blowing gently between her legs. She moaned and arched her back when his tongue flicked out and gently licked her clit. "So sweet." He groaned, diving into her with his tongue and licking up to her sensitive nub.

"Oh Gods." She moaned, running her fingers through his long black hair. She held onto his head as he worked magic between her legs. His tongue carefully flicking and licking at her clit. She moaned loudly as he inserted his finger into her center, pumping gently in and out of her.

"Good God Granger. You are so tight. I may need to alter my birthday request. A kiss may not be enough to satisfy me anymore." He stood up and kissed her passionately, she could taste herself on his lips and his tongue. Pulling her up, he hugged her tightly to him, his tongue still dancing and twisting with hers.

"Yes." He hissed as she reached out and fingered the buttons of his shirt. When they were undone, he stood back, panting as she pushed his white shirt from his shoulders.

"So you're thinking about changing your birthday request?" She whispered, reaching up to kiss and nibble his neck.

He stood back and nodded his head. He watched as her small hands worked their way down his stomach, to play at the waist band of his trousers. He groaned softly as she unfastened them and gently pushed his trousers and his boxers to the floor. Bracing himself on the table, he stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

"Oh Hermione." He moaned into her ear, his voice shaky as she reached out and gently stroked his cock with her small hand.

"So what would you like for your birthday present Professor Snape?"

His eyes were closed, his face a mask of agonized pleasure as she squeezed and pumped his hardened member. "For my birthday." He panted, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady. "I believe I would like to fuck you Ms. Granger." He opened his eyes and pinned her with an intense stare. "May I?"

She nodded her head slowly, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Bending over, he laid her back across the table. Standing up, he grasped her hips and pulled her carefully to the edge. He smirked down at her as his right hand played across her mound, his thumb gently circling her clit. With his left hand, he grasped his cock and slowly ran it up and down her wet folds.

"So wet." He moaned as he lined himself up and pushed gently with his hips. "Oh Gods Hermione. You're so fucking tight."

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him into her further.

Severus lowered his head and began to thrust himself in and out of her wet heat. He tried to bite back the moans that escaped his lips. "If I'd have known you felt this good Witch, I would have tried to fuck you ages ago. I had no idea you'd feel this good wrapped around my cock." He groaned and continued to work his hips, thrusting in and out.

"Oh Severus." She cried as he reached down and rubbed his thumb across her clit.

"That's right Witch, scream my name as you come." He could feel his own climax building in the pit of his stomach. Her blunt fingernails cut painfully into his hips as he increased his thrusts, pounding into her almost brutally.

Her muscles tightened painfully around him as she came, calling out his name loudly.

"Uhhhhh. Yes." He groaned as he thrust into her one last time. His body froze as his cock emptied into her, his muscles trembling with the force of his orgasm.

"Oh." He whispered softly, moving his hips gently, as he enjoyed the last pulses of their shared climax. He stood with his head thrown back, panting heavily, his softening cock still inside of her.

"Happy Birthday Professor Snape." She whispered.

He looked down at her. She was panting and her hair lay around her like a crown. Bending over he scooped her up in his arms and carried her around the desk to his chair. Sitting down, he cuddled her on his lap, kissing her hair gently. "I do believe this is the best birthday present I've ever received."

"I'm glad you liked it." She said, kissing the side of his head. "Now hurry up dear. We're expected at the Burrows in a half an hour."

"I don't want to go to the Weasley's for my birthday." He moaned. "Molly will make me a cake in the shape of a snake again."

"But they're expecting us, Darling."

"So you thought a fun little game of 'shag the Professor' would make me happy about going?"

"Well I hoped it would at least make you less snarky about going. Come on." She said, standing up and holding out her hand to him. "Get dressed. We've got to be going."

The End.
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