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Fifty Shades of Severus Snape	By : Comtesse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3656 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Fifty Shades of Severus Snape
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Hope everyone enjoys. I'm sure most of us have read 50 Shades of Grey... I just wondered what would happen if Snape and Hermione read it? Total one shot, written in 4 hours one sleepy Thursday :-)

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Hermione grinned as she turned the final page and reached for the mug of tea at her side. No wonder her mother had been so insisted in forbidding her to read this book! It was sheer smut! Usually trashy Muggle erotic chick lit was the furthest thing from Hermione’s reading list, but this was addictive! Every chapter she read made her want to read more. The detailed descriptions of the illicit sex acts made her stomach do back flips and desire tingle through her body. She was glad she was on her own. Even with the transfigured cover, no one who saw her would believe she was reading Advanced Herbology: Plants and Their Uses. She envied the main characters. To have sex like that again! It had been like that in the beginning for her and Severus, passionate explosive sex, multiple times a night until they were both exhausted, but now familiarity and domesticity had led to a dampening of the ardour. Oh, they loved each other just as much as they always had, but life just got in the way sometimes. It was hard to be that passionate when there were bills to pay, housework to do and the possibility that they could be interrupted by someone knocking on the door to tell Severus that the Slytherins were running rampage.

A thought wormed its way through her consciousness. What if Severus read at least part of the book? Then she could recreate some of the scenes and maybe ‘spice things up’. A wicked grin spread across her face as she closed the book and stood up slowly, the blanket that had been covering her knees falling to the floor. This was going to take some seriously Slytherin tactics, but as she had found out, her Potions Master loved it when his Gryffindor began acting all Slytherin.

First, she needed to get the book to him, transfigured of course. A Herbology book just wouldn’t cut it for him; it needed to be a Potions book. An interesting looking Potions book. With a quick flick of her wand the book’s cover changed to be the latest version of Ars Alchemia, the Potions magazine that Severus read religiously. Digging in her pockets she fished out a scrap of parchment. A quick scribbled note later and she magically stuck it to the front. Tucking the book under her arm she set off for the Owlery.

She had a lot of preparations to make.

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Severus seated himself behind his desk at the front of the Potions classroom and directed his best “get on with it silently” glower at the third year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. For once the classroom was how he wanted it to be, the only noise the murmur of students giving instructions to each other. A perfect Friday morning lesson.

The relative quiet of the classroom was broken by the sound of approaching wings. He looked round as an owl clutching a parcel flew into the classroom. He scowled. Stupid bird! His missives should be delivered to his quarters, not the classroom! The owl didn’t even slow down, just dropping the parcel with a loud thud onto the oak top of the desk. Startled gasps game from the students at the invasion of noise into the quiet classroom. He glared at them again. It seemed to do the trick as they went quietly back to work.

Making a mental note to hex whoever had sent that damned bird into his classroom he reached for the parcel, ripping the twine and brown paper off and disposing of the packaging with a wandless Vanishing spell. Well, well, well! The latest Ars Alchemia no less! He glanced at the clock on the wall. He still had forty minutes of the lesson left and no more parchments to mark. He would read rather than sit doing nothing.

That’s funny; he hadn’t noticed the piece of parchment tuck to the front. Quickly he scanned the hastily scribbled note.

“I thought you might find this... inspiring...

Your Hermione”

Unbidden, his eyebrow crept upwards. He cast a quick Reveal spell over the text in front of him. Transfigured?! Well, well. He had a feeling that he was in for an interesting ride. Opening the front page he began to read.

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The green flames swirled about her as Hermione stepped out of the floo into the chambers she shared with Severus, several packages in her hands. Smiling to herself she piled her purchases on the coffee table before removing her cloak. So far it had been easy. The children dropped off with her parents for an impromptu sleepover, a quick trip to Diagon Alley to pick up something... diverting... for tonight. All she needed to do now was work her transfiguration magic on her study, get changed and then wait for her man to get home.

Her study had been, she admitted, rather underused in past years. Two children and the demands of a marriage meant that most of her reading was done in the bath or in bed at the end of a long day. It wouldn’t hurt to move things round and change it for a little while. Using magic, she boxed up her books and then shrunk the boxes, putting them carefully into the drawer of Severus’ desk in the sitting room. Then all it took was a few waves of her wand and the room was exactly as she had envisaged. She stood back to admire her handiwork.

Ok, so in the book the Playroom was red with dark wood, but Hermione knew what would appeal to her Potions Master. At one end stood a huge ebony four poster bed, the hangings and covers silver and green satin. The walls were Slytherin green, covered with racks and shelves of what Hermione would describe as toys. She smirked. He was going to love this.

She walked through into the sitting room and checked the clock. An hour. Perfect. She levitated her purchases towards the bedroom, closing the door to the playroom with a crook of her finger as she went. It wouldn’t do to let him see his surprise early now would it?

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The final class of the day was almost over. Severus squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Damn Hermione for sending him... that... book! He’d started reading and been hooked. The erotic descriptions sent tingles down his spine and left him rock hard. He had spent the whole day reading the book, his cock painfully erect under his robes. Hermione, the little minx, was going to get it when he got back to their chambers... once Albus and Minerva, their two children, had been put to bed. Inwardly he cursed. As much as he loved his children he sometimes yearned for their pre-kids years, passionate lovemaking whenever and wherever in their rooms. The thought made him harder than ever. He glanced urgently at the clock. Five minutes... they were going to be the longest five minutes of his life.

The last few minutes of the class were filled with students busily handing in bottles of potions and putting rolls of parchment on his desk. Severus dismissed the class more brusquely than was really necessary, rushed through his end of day inventory of the lab and then strode out of his classroom, locking it behind him. Students scattered in front of his as he strode purposefully towards home. He was in no mood to deal with dunderheads today. Wicked thoughts ran through his head, such as giving his children a dreamless sleep draught to put them to sleep early... anything... anything to speed things up so he could bed his wife.

He burst through the door to the Snape family rooms but instead of the usual chaos of toys, noise and his kids the sitting room was clear. He frowned. That wasn’t right. Usually he would find Hermione collapsed exhausted on the sofa, today she was perched on the arm of his chair looking the picture of loveliness. Her usually messy hair had been coaxed into tumbling curls which hung over one shoulder. She wore a long black dress with a plunging neckline that hugged her curves. Her legs were crossed and he saw black, strappy, high heeled sandals on her feet. Her nails were filed to perfection and painted a deep red. Her eyelashes had been magically lengthened and her pouting lips were a kissable red. In her earlobes he saw the emerald studs he had given her for her birthday. She looked like a Slytherin’s wet dream.

Quirking an eyebrow at her he tugged off his teaching robe and jacket, spelling the buttons to undo themselves. With a flick of his wand he sent them to hang on the hook by the bookcase before advancing on his wife clad only in his white shirt and black trousers. She smiled at him.

“They’re at my parents,” she murmured, answering his unspoken question. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her but she ducked away, catching his wrist playfully. Her other hand snaked down his stomach to the bulge between his legs. He growled at her playfully as her hand massaged him through the cloth.

“It would seem you read the book then?” she questioned. He smiled before gripping both her wrists and pinning them behind her back in such a way that she was forced to thrust her chest out. He glanced appreciatively at her cleavage before capturing her lips in a searing kiss that dragged a moan from his wife as she wriggled deliciously against him.

“I did!” he breathed into her ear, “and it’s given me some very interesting ideas... and a hard on that has lasted all day!” As if to illustrate his point he pressed his heated erection into her for emphasis. The sound that came from Hermione was somewhere between a moan and a giggle.

“Maybe you want to see what’s in my study...” her voice trailed off as he released her hands and kissed her again. Breaking the kiss, he grasped her wrist and pulled her towards the study, pulling her through the door.

He stopped stock still. Wow. She had done this for him?! He took in all of the room, al the exquisite tortures he wanted to inflict on her battling for supremacy in his mind. Should he fuck her first, or should he draw it out? Which of the toys should he use on her first? His already hard cock throbbed at the thought. He spun on his heel to face Hermione, vanishing her dress, leaving her in nothing but her high heeled shoes and silver lace bra and thong. He sucked his breath slowly through his teeth, making a hissing noise, as he took in her form. He stroked her face and she smiled. She pulled her wand from where she had tucked it in her bra strap and pointed it at him. With a simple incantation he felt her transfigure his clothing.

She looked at him standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of old, ripped, Muggle jeans and her breath caught. He reached out and wordlessly pulled her hair back into a plait, then put both wands on a ledge by the door. Holding his hand out to her he led her to the middle of the room. With a word, an ebony table with restraints appeared. Silently, he bent her over the table and secured both wrists so that her arms were stretched out in front of her, her heeled shoes pushing her pert backside up. She looked up at Severus who grinned. With a wave of his hand, music filled the room, soft slow jazz. The rhythms throbbed through Hermione’s aroused body and she squirmed.

“Stay still!” his voice rang out over the music. In her tied position, she couldn’t move, couldn’t see what he was doing. This was so exciting! She could hear him moving around behind her. What was he going to do?

Severus studied the racks of toys. He picked up a soft leather flogger, letting the strips fall through his fingers. He smiled. This was going to be fun. He took up position behind Hermione’s pert behind.

“Count,” he ordered. Bringing his arm back he struck her bottom. Not too hard but definitely not too soft. A moan came from Hermione.

“That’s not counting!” he snarled, “start again!” He brought his arm back and struck her harder.

“One!” he smiled. She was playing along. He struck her again and again, hearing the numbers roll off her tongue, ending up almost as a moan. When they got to twelve he stopped and banished the flogger back to its place on the wall. He hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled it down, revelling in the scent of her arousal. He tapped her ankles and she stepped out of her thong. Severus stood up, running his fingers up her legs as he did so. Her backside was reddened so he perched on the table, rubbing her red flesh with one hand. With the other he summoned a vibrating silver wand.

Hermione shuddered and moaned as she felt the wand run up and down her slit. She tried to spread her legs wider, only to feel him slap her already flogged flesh. She stilled and let him to what he would. The vibrations from the want tickled at her sensitive parts, not quite enough to satisfy her. She moaned again, wriggling against him. A word from behind her and she felt her wrists released. She began to push herself up but instead felt herself flipped over. She was spread-eagled facing upwards on the table, her wrists and ankles tied so that she was in an X position. He spelled away her bra, leaving her just in her shoes. She could see him moving above her, selecting something from a rack on the wall. He moved out of view for a moment, and then leaned over her, concentration intense on his face. She hissed with pleasure as the nipple clamps were fastened, revelling in the sweet pleasure of the pain they inflicted, then again as she felt a tug on the chain that joined them. She moaned as the wand began to move over her womanhood, vibrations throbbing through her clit, bringing her so much pleasure. She raised her head slightly and saw Severus, standing a few feet away, watching. The wand and nipple clamps charmed to keep up their movements, to keep pleasuring her. She watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his erection and began to pleasure himself. It only served to turn her on more. The clamps and wand had her on the edge; the sight of her man watching her and jerking off was enough to send her over. She moaned his name over and over as she orgasmed, her climax making her throw her head back and arch her back, pulling on her restraints.

Severus’ breath caught in his throat as he watched her come. With a flick of his hand he banished the wand and nipple clips. He released her bonds and sent her flying bodily to land softly on the bed. He strode towards the bed. Hermione barely had enough time to sit up before he was on top of her, his hands caressing every inch of her, his lips on hers. The intensity of his ardour made her groan, which only served to arouse him more. He pulled back to look at her, his black eyes glinting, before he pushed himself into her.

His eyes closed, Merlin she was so wet! Hot and wet and heaven. He stayed still until he heard her whimper and felt her squirm. Then he began to move, long slow thrusts in and out, feeling her, all of her. This woman was heaven and she was his. With a strangled cry he threw her legs over his shoulders and pushed deeper.

Hermione cried out as she felt him hit bottom, roughly rubbing at her g-spot. She felt the pleasure building again as she moved back against him. She could feel him getting closer. With another thrust she came, her climax taking him with her into bliss.

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Curled up together in the afterglow, Severus kissed his wife’s forehead.

“So how long are the children staying with your parents?” He felt her ribs shake, both feeling and hearing her chuckle.

“Until Sunday, my love.”

“Thank Merlin!” he groaned, rolling over to kiss her lips once more.
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