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~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Sorry, Professor Snape. We only have one last room available, today being a bank holiday and the premiere in town,' the barkeeper said. They were back in the Leaky cauldron, looking for rooms to spend the night.
Snape cursed silently. He was about to give the barkeep a piece of his mind but Hermione, always the calm one, stepped in.
'We'll take the 1 room,' she said, knowing Snape would not ask for the room, unwilling to risk her reputation.
Snape snatched the room key from the barkeep. 'Keep your thoughts to yourself if you value your life,' he threatened.
'This is a very cramped room,' Hermione uttered as she unlocked the door. She sensed Snape coming up behind her and settling their bags down. The room was only a few feet across, two steps and it led to the tattered, single bed, one on each side of the room. She took out her wand and cast a complicated charm to expand the room, it widened but only by a bit. There was only so much magic could do.
'Not bad, Granger,' Snape commented. Hermione realized that was the closest he came to complimenting her.
He sat down on one of the single bed. It creaked alarmingly and sagged down.
'We'll settle down for the night and get about business tomorrow.'
Hermione nodded already opening her bag to change to her nightgown. There was no place for privacy, so she turned around to remove her clothing. Snape conveniently averted his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of her smooth back and the curve that ended down her buttocks. He felt himself getting aroused again. Twice in a day? You're behaving like a hormonal teenager, he chastised himself and started reciting potion ingredients in his head.
Hermione left her wand on lumos so she could read undisturbed. Snape settled on his side of the room, turned on side away from her (away from temptation!) and slumbered off.
Hermione woke up with a start, disoriented at the unfamiliar surroundings. It was still dark out and everything was quiet. She groaned inwardly, everytime she jerked awake in the morning, there was no going back to sleep. Unless... she snuck her hands under her blanket.
Snape had always been a light sleeper and he opened his eyes when he heard her stifled gasp. Restraining himself from jumping out of bed, he silently turned so that he could face her bed. Hermione was writhing under her blankets, her knees drawn up, he could see the shape of them under the sheets.
He frowned. Was she in pain? Should he get up to check?
Then she moaned. In need. And Severus Snape's blood froze.
Hermione Granger was masturbating in the same room in a bed next to his.
His instinct told him to turn over and cast Muffliato, but he was curious and her silent ministrations were turning him on maddeningly. He was after all, still a man, with needs. And this will be closest they will ever be as teacher and student.
In the dark, he watched as she stroked herself, the blanket shifting continuously. She was arching her back deliciously, her eyes closed savoring the moment.
Without realizing it, his own hand moved down to stroke himself, grimacing at the sensitivity of his cock. He propped one leg up, and freed his engorged member, controlling his breath so that she won't hear. He pumped his cock in time with her strokes that were becoming more urgent and uncontrolled.
'Oh yes... Severusssss...'
Did he hear right? Did she just call out his name? The sight of the young woman pleasuring herself, hands roaming over her own body, tweaking her nipples to hardness, this was a sight he knew he will not experience again. He couldn't stop a groan from escaping his lips.
Her eyes opened and she saw him, across the room, masturbating. Their eyes locked, but their hands on their own bodies never halted. Hermione slowly turned down her blanket. Snape's eyes roamed over her body in the dark hungrily. He won't be able to control himself much longer. And yet he will not take the first step to violate his own student.
Always the one to take matters in her own hands, Hermione got up and crossed the room to him. He watched passively as she laid on top of him, covering him with her body. Gulping as she planted kisses on his neck, unbuttoning his night robes as she kissed lower. Her fingers running lightly over his ribs, teasing his nipples erect. When her rosy mouth closed over his nipple, Snape lost all control. All sanity. To hell with repercussions.
He grasped her hips firmly, grinding his cock against her panty-clad wet core. Oh yes, she was already sopping wet due to her earlier ministrations.
'Tell me to stop,' he commanded.
Hermione's reply was the thrust of her hips against him.
'Tell me to stop,' he repeated, 'before I lose control and make you mine,' he hissed in warning.
She hushed him with a searing kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth directly, expressing her need through her actions. The tip of his cock was making an indentation on her panties, trying to gain entry. He thrusted impotently against the covered slick wetness, occasionally hitting her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure.
'Please..' she begged.
He took a breast in his mouth, suckling it with his talented tongue, kneading another with his hands.
'Please..' she begged again, writhing above him.
'What do you want, witch?'
He forced her to look at him. 'What do you want from me, Hermione?'
'Everything.'
Snape flipped her over, kneeling between her spread thighs. Roughly he bunched her nightgown up, tore the offending undergarment that was in his way. He slid into her, his entire length all at once, holding her down as she whimpered at the sudden violation. He waited until she had adjusted to his size then started thrusting, slamming into her again and again. The mattress sagged and the bed creaked under their efforts. She was tight like a vise and enveloped his cock fully. He leaned downward, lips close to her ear.
'You like men with voices like mine?' he whispered, his words sexing her mind as he fucked her. Her reaction told him she liked it very much so. 'Do you touch yourself after my Potions lecture getting off to the sound of my voice?' His tongue flicked out into her ear. Hermione's moans became more urgent and she clenched around his cock.
'Come for me, Hermione. I'm going to fuck you til you come, you naughty girl.. yesssss.'
He pistoned into her rapidly, the bed creaking in time with his thrusts, as he felt her climax around him. She moaned so loud, he clamped a hand over her mouth in alarm, fearing that she'd wake the entire inn. Feeling his balls draw up, Snape pumped a few more times, eyes closed in concentration. He let out a small oh, as he released himself inside her. The poor single bed they were lying on, chose that moment to collapse.
Hermione cried out in surprise as the legs gave way and they ended up on the floor. Snape had covered her body with his on instinct. Slowly he braced himself up on his elbows. He was all sweaty from their exertions and had a sated smirk on his face.
'We broke the bed,' he stated the obvious, one finger tracing idle lines between her cleavage.
'Yes YOU did.'
'If you hadn't been solo-ing over there, this wouldn't have happened, you know.'
'You shouldn't have been watching.'
'Well, then you shouldn't have been so loud. The way you were carrying on, I thought you wanted an audience and...participant.'
'Of all the -' He silenced her with a kiss. She responded in kind. With a wave of his hand, a blanked covered their cooling bodies. He spooned himself behind her, nose buried in the fragrant of her hair. Hmm...strawberries. His cock stirred. Down, boy. There'll be plenty time for that later.
'We'll fix the bed in the morning,' Hermione muttered stifling a yawn.
She felt him nod into her hair and soon the pair was fast asleep.
THE END