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The Mirror of Erised	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14690 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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“Hey Harry?”

“You're becoming obsessed.” Ginny Weasley muttered soto voce.

“Shhhh.” Hermione hissed.

“What?” Harry asked, leaving his chess game with Ron and flopping down on the couch between the two girls.

“What are these unlabeled spaces?”

“Where?” Harry leaned over where Hermione had the Marauders Map spread across her lap.

“Here, here and there's one here, by the dungeons.”

“Storerooms, empty classrooms, crawl spaces. It's hard to say really without investigating. Why are you so interested in the map all of a sudden?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Oh I don't know.” Hermione shrugged, trying to keep her voice neutral. “It's just interesting, isn't it? The way it updates itself. I'm fascinated.”

“I think you just like to borrow it because it helps you sneak into the library after hours to study.”

“That too.” She giggled nervously.

“Oiy Harry.” Ron called from across the room. “Are we playing chess or what?”

“I'm coming.” Harry yelled over his shoulder. “And don't cheat. I saw you move my bishop.”

“Obsessed.” Ginny whispered again, watching Harry's back as he crossed the common room to the table he was sharing with Ron.

“I'm not obsessed. I'm just concerned. Why would he be spending so much time in an unlabeled room?”

“Maybe it's his storeroom.” Ginny shrugged. “Or his quarters or a lab.”

“No. Here's his storeroom.” Hermione said pointing to the tiny square labeled 'Potion's storeroom'. “Here are his quarters and this is his private lab. So why is he here?” She poked her finger at the unlabeled square.

“Why do you care?”

“I don't know. It's just a mystery is all.”

“I think you fancy him.” Ginny teased, smiling when the brunette turned bright red. “Oh look at you blush, you do fancy him.”

“I do not. I'm just concerned. He seems so sad recently. It can't be easy working as a double agent.”

“Sad?” Ginny snorted. “How can you tell when Snape's sad?”

“Will you keep your voice down.” Hermione hissed, glancing over at the two boys embroiled in a ferocious game of Wizard Chess. “Oh I just can't explain it.” She sighed, running her finger across the yellowed parchment.

Hermione didn't want to tell her red haired friend that she had overheard Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape speaking on the Astronomy Tower. She hadn't even told Harry or Ron.

“Have you ever considered that you ask too much, you take too much for granted? Has it ever crossed you brilliant mind that I don't want to do this anymore?”

“Whether it has or hasn't is irrelevant. I won't negotiate with you Severus. You agreed. Nothing more to discuss.”

She had followed him as he strode down the corridor, only to be caught red handed by the man himself. “What are you doing roaming the castle, Ms. Granger. Shouldn't you be studying or perhaps stealing Potion ingredients from my storeroom?” He had sneered down at her.

“I was just on my way to the library Sir.” She had mumbled, staring down at her shoes.

“Well be off with you and don't dawdle.” He had murmured and at that moment she had heard it, a slight catch in his normally velvet smooth baritone. Glancing up at his face she thought she saw the glint of something in the corner of his red rimmed eye. Something that looked very much like a tear.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“Harry? Can I borrow your cloak and the map? I want to do a little research in the restricted section.”

The bespectacled teen had frowned suspiciously, before smiling and nodding his head. “Just be careful and don't get caught.”

“I won't. I promise.” She had called out over her shoulder on her way out the portrait hole.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Following the map carefully, Hermione wound her way through the deserted castle corridors and down empty staircases. 'This should be it.' She thought as she approached an ancient wooden door situated near the dungeons. 'Now to find out what he's been doing.' Turning the handle she peeked inside the medium sized room. It was empty save for a chair and.....'No'. Her mouth fell open as she approached the ornate wooden mirror. Carved around the frame was the inscription “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

“The Mirror of Erised” She breathed, cautiously circling the magical relic she had only heard about but had never actually seen. 'But why.......?' Her thought was cut short by a soft sound outside the door. Glancing quickly at the map, her heart began to thud as the foot prints of Severus Snape approached the room. Moving across the room, she lowered herself to the ground with her back against the wall, making sure she was completely covered by the Invisibility Cloak.

He entered the room and walked directly to the chair. He must have just come from a shower, because he was dressed in a robe and slippers and his long black hair looked slick and damp.

'Oh Merlin!' Hermione had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop herself from gasping, when he dropped the robe to the floor and sat naked in the chair. From her place on the floor she had a clear view of his long lean frame. 'Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin.' She screamed inside her head as he wrapped his hand around his semi hard cock, rubbing his thumb across the ruddy tip. Staring into the mirror, he ran his hand up and down his cock until it stood up hard and eager. Hermione was disappointed to see she could only catch a glimpse of what the mirror showed, two shadowy figures moving together in what appeared to be the throes of passion. 'Who could it be?' She wondered. 'It must be him, but who does he see himself making love to?' Focusing her attention back on the chair, her heart thudded in her chest as she watched the Potions Master stroke himself.

As she watched him pleasure himself, a sadness filled her heart. How lonely it must be for him; living in this castle, surrounded by students, serving two masters, teaching ungrateful and irritating children day in and day out. He can't be very old, thirties, surely not in his forties yet. A young man with only his own fist to provide him comfort and release. Struggling to ignore the heat of her own arousal, Hermione watched as he slowly ran his palm across the soft head of his cock, before reaching down to lightly cup his balls. A soft groan escaped his lips as he gently ran his hand up and down the shaft, his hips raising reflexively as he thrust into his fist. 'Who is he seeing in the mirror?' Unable to resist her own curiosity, she shifted slightly, leaning over far to her left. She caught just a glimpse of long red hair before she slipped. “Oh Merlin.” She gasped, as she overbalanced, falling over onto her side.

“Levicorpous.” A swirl of movement and she was hanging upside down by her leg, staring down the wand of Severus Snape, his face apoplectic with rage. “What is the meaning of this?” He roared, reaching down to grab his robe. “Am I allowed no privacy, no moment to myself, not one second of peace in my Godforsaken life?” He shoved his fists into the sleeves and tied the belt loosely around his waist.

“Professor Snape....I......” His angry baritone cut her off as he continued to rant, pacing back and forth in front of her dangling body.

“Have I not given enough, sacrificed enough to this bloody school? I've given up my entire life for an ancient promise. A promise that wasn't even kept, I might add. Chasing after you three bloody hooligans, throwing myself in front of Werewolves, Dementors, Merlin knows what else; risking my own life and limb in an attempt to keep you out of harms way. Turning a blind and deaf eye as you sneak about the castle, pilfer from my private storerooms, place yourselves and everyone around you in mortal danger. Dumbledore, the Dark Lord, Unbreakable Vows and now when I seek out just one small moment of pleasure. One tiny moment of peace for myself I must be spied upon and subsequently ridiculed.....”

“No Professor!” She yelled. “It's not like that. Not like that at all. I would never ridicule you. I'd never even tell Ron or Harry, I'd never tell anyone.........”

“Well why don't you tell me what it's like then Ms. Granger.” He growled, flicking his wand and lowering her to the floor. Scrambling quickly to her feet as he dropped back into the chair, Hermione was just grateful he hadn't dumped her on top of her head. “Explain to me what it's 'like'.”

“Well Sir......” She stuttered, realizing how strange it was to be standing before him when he was dressed in only a robe, his bare legs and feet visible. “I've just been worried about you. And I was looking at Harry's map one day and I saw you in here and I know it can't be easy for you.....”

“I don't need your pity Ms. Granger.”

“No, no, no, no Sir. It's not pity it's all. It's just I know how much you do for us and it can't be easy serving Dumbledore, the Order and Vol....Vol...Voldemort. And I just wondered if there was something I could do for you. Some way I could make you feel better. Something nice I could do for you.”

“What are you offering Ms. Granger?” He sneered. “Would you like to suck my cock for me?”

“If you'd like.” She whispered, raising her light brown eyes to meet his black ones. “Is that what you want me to do?”

She shifted uncomfortable from foot to foot as the silence between them grew between, Snape's face remained inscrutable and she was sure that at any moment he would yell at her or worse, hex her. Her mouth dropped open when his hands fell to his waist, yanking away the belt and pulling apart his robe revealing his straining erection to her.

“Well have at it Ms. Granger.” He smirked.
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