A/N: This is my first venture into the deep pond of smut for the sole purpose of smut. It has a tiny bit of plot, though ;) Merry Christmas!

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„Why do hate me so much?!" She yelled at him. "Why are you trying to destroy my life?" She pushed at his chest. "I wanted that job! I needed that job! How dare you!" She was a whirlwind of fury, directing all of her resentment and misgivings at him.

Not that he really minded. He was used to it. Engaging in disrespectable behavior for the greater good had always been something that had fallen to him, and being despised for it was nothing new. Granger had never been fond of him anyway, so it wasn't as if he had squandered away anything. He had had his reasons for interfering, but he did not intend to explain them to her.

He was waiting for the storm to blow over, for her to have yelled enough at him and to finally leave. Fury kept rolling off her in waves. Her hands were clutched into trembling fists, and her eyes shot burning daggers at him. "Oh God," she ground out, "to think that I once considered showing you…" She caught herself in time, and turned away. "Well, never mind. I do hope I'll never have to see you again – and even that would be too soon!" she shouted, storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

He stood there, perplexed. She had almost shown him… what? When she had yelled those words at him, it had been instinct so slip into her mind for a second, to look for some clue as to what she was referring to. She'd been shielding her thoughts well enough that he had not gotten anything except for a date – December 19th, 1995 – and her distinctive urge to show him something.

Against his best intentions, he was intrigued. He had been feeling dead and empty inside for a long time now, and the only thing that had kept him going all those years had been his mission to help defeat the Dark Lord. And after his death, his life had crept on, devoid of meaning. It was the first time in a very long time he felt some spark of interest, some desire to inquire further. Granger had always been a mystery to him – despite her obvious and long-standing hatred of him, she had nevertheless made an effort to redeem his reputation, speaking at his trial – she had probably been the main reason he had not been sent to Azkaban. Not that he had ever shown her that her support had been appreciated.

And now, he finally had an opportunity to find out more about her. Something she obviously did not want him to know. Little did she know he'd been working on an advanced time turner, allowing him to not only travel back in time, but also to return to the present at will, making it possible for him to travel back for years instead of just months. So he was able to travel back to December 1995 and find out what exactly she had wanted to show him back then.

Once the decision had been made, he didn't bother waiting around. He slipped the time turner's chain around his neck, casting a disillusionment spell, then adjusted the date on the time turner. A twisting feeling started in his stomach, and with a sucking sound, the world around him started to spin, faster, always faster, until everything became a blur and his mind started to stretch and be pulled apart…

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He fell back against a wall, panting. He took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the smell of Hogwarts. It felt so familiar, yet so strange. He hadn't been back in years, and although it had been rebuilt after the final battle, it had never been able to recapture its former glory or reputation. Being back after all that had happened, back in Hogwarts as he remembered it, gave rise to a very disturbing feeling of melancholy. He was glad for the Disillusionment spell that kept him invisible from the students traversing the hallways.

It didn't take long to locate Miss Granger – the library had seemed the obvious choice and he had not been disappointed. He watched her as she gathered her things and left in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. Along a deserted stretch of hallway, he grabbed her sleeve and pulled her into an empty classroom, locking the door behind them before dropping his disillusionment spell.

She gasped. "Professor Snape! Why in all of the world…" she let the sentence dwindle, and he saw confusion in her eyes as they travelled up and down his body, taking in his shorter hair, the new scars, the extra lines on this face. The time turner around his neck. Understanding dawned in her eyes. "Should I even call you Professor anymore?"

"You haven't been my student for some years now," he confirmed.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here because of something you said."

She looked surprised. "What did I say?"

"Well, more like what you will say in a few years. You told me you wanted to show me something, on this exact date." That was stretching the truth a bit, but she wasn't aware of that yet. Not for a few years to come.

She looked deeply confounded, and he wondered if he had maybe picked up an incorrect date. But no, that information had been clear as a bell. That, and her compelling need to show him something.

"I'm very sure it was today," he insisted. "You don't have any idea what it could be that you might want to show me?"

She worried her lip, pacing up and down the room. "Maybe there is some kind of misunderstanding. It can't be what I am thinking of. There must be something else. What exactly did I tell you about what I was going to show you?"

He hesitated, then admitted: "I have no idea what you wanted to show me or why. That's why I'm here. But if you have something in mind, why won't you show me that?"

Her gaze slid to her backpack discarded in a corner, then back to his eyes before she dropped it to the ground. "It's not something that you can do just that easily. And I've only read books so far, I have not had any opportunity to practice before."

"I won't judge you for a lacking performance," he commented, and saw her flinch in response. She had never been able to stand the thought not to excel at something. On the other hand, she had never been able to let a challenge go, either.

He could almost feel the debate going on in her head. Finally, she met his eyes. "Will you promise me that you will let me finish without interrupting?"

He sighed, relieved that she seemed to relent and readily agreed with a smirk: "Of course. You have my word."

She looked at him, taking a deep breath. "As I have said, I've never done this before. You asked for it. You gave me your word to let me finish without interrupting. Don't forget that."

Hermione gave a last, furtive glance towards her backpack. Hidden safely inside was the book on Fellatio. She had decided to study it in detail on the date she had calculated to be the date she would have come of age if one considered the time she had spent using the time turner in her third year. That had been today. And when she had been immersed in the book, hot flashes racing through her body, she could only think of how she wanted to do that to somebody. No, not to somebody. She wanted to do it to Professor Snape. The teenage crush that she had expected to fade with time had instead increased in intensity and need. The whole day she had not been able to think about anything else than finding him, pulling him into a dark corner and start practicing everything she had read about.

And now he was here, older, but more attractive than ever – and he was asking her to show him what had been on her mind the whole day. It was obvious that he had no clue what it was all about, and she had been careful not to drop a hint, but instead had extracted a promise from him. And the best thing was that she could indulge all she wanted, and her current Potions professor would be none the wiser. Not until he had lived for another couple of years and travelled back in time.

Excitement and desire flooded her as she stepped up to him, placing her palm on his chest, slowly pushing him back until he met the wall. When her hands found his belt buckle, he sucked in a sharp breath. "Miss Granger! What do you think you're doing?!"

"I thought we had made that abundantly clear," she said, trying to meet his gaze levelly. "We agreed I would show you something – something that I have not previously performed and therefore cannot rely on any practical experience with. And you gave me your word you would not interrupt me before I was finished." With that, she started unbuckling his belt.

"Miss Granger," he rasped, "Obviously, there has been a misunderstanding. I kindly ask you to release me from my promise."

She looked up at him, smirking. "Oh, I don't think so. If you had caught me on any other day, maybe. But not today."

"Miss Granger, please, be reasonable. We can't do this… I'm – "

"- no longer my teacher, and as of today, I am of age, taking into consideration the time I have spent using a time turner."

He looked at her in shock, and she could see a multitude of emotions in the depths of his eyes – first confusion, then astonishment turning into denial, and finally, a spark of fear. She could see that he was about to argue again, so she continued. "If you don't wish to participate, then don't. It takes two for fellatio, and if you are not… interested in my demonstration, then just don't… respond." She tugged on his belt, her voice gaining a hoarse quality. "If you don't want my hot, eager tongue licking the first drops off your hard, hot cock, or feel it running up and down your length, tasting your skin, or my mouth taking you deep inside and sucking you until you release your hot seed into my mouth, shouting with pleasure,… then just don't respond."

The wicked smile on her face deepened when she took in his reaction at her words. The dark, black pools of his eyes had started burning at her words, and she could almost feel the tension crackling in the air. Her hands moved to the buttons on his pants, and she sucked in a breath when she felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her fingertips. The burst of triumph that ran through her body went right between her legs, kindling a fire. She released button after button from its hole, and when she was finished, she slid down to her knees to release him from his pants. He tried to suppress a low groan, but she heard, and felt herself grow wet between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, savoring the sweet reaction, and tried to concentrate on the task ahead.

He was bigger than she had imagined, and it was the first time she had seen a man that close. A small voice in the back of her mind cautioned her that maybe she should be afraid, that it was more than she could take, but her desire overrode it instantly. She saw the pearly drop forming at the tip and gave in to instinct, leaning closer and sliding her tongue over the tip, tasting his essence on her tongue. It tasted coppery, salty and had an earthy tang to it, not at all unpleasant as she had imagined. Indeed, fueled by desire, she wanted to taste more of it, of him. At the touch of her tongue, he had released a harsh breath, and their eyes had met at the sound. His eyes were hooded and glazed over, but the fire inside of them burned hotter than ever. She held his eyes as she slid her lips over the tip, sucking slowly and leisurely, drinking in his passionate reaction. His eyes never left hers, and by now they seemed to urge her on.

Her right hand started pumping his cock and she soon fell into a comfortable rhythm, swirling her tongue around his shaft, unable to keep herself from uttering small sounds of desire. Her left hand started running up his leg and changed course at his hip to find his buttocks. She squeezed softly and found the sensation of his hard muscles flexing under her hands highly stimulating. His breathing became ragged, and his hands splayed on the wall, trying to find hold, his fingertips turning white from pressure. The hand that had been running over his buttocks moved up to find his right hand, pulling it off the wall and placing it on the top of her head. He hesitated for a moment, shivers running through his body, before his fingers slid into her hair to cradle her scalp and carefully followed the movements of her head. A low moan escaped him, and she felt an answering purr rising in her chest, stroking along the hard length between her lips. Her left hand returned to his butt, stroking it, encouraging it into movement. He resisted for a moment, then allowed himself to be pulled into the rhythm, tentatively moving his hips to meet her.

He looked down at the sight before him, robbed of his breath as he watched her lips, slowly, deliciously, slide down his shaft and he felt her tongue swirling around his head, applying sweet suction. He could not help himself and thrust just a tiny bit deeper, but her answering moan let him know it had not been unwelcome. Her sounds, her uninhibited reactions, had fire burning in his veins.

It had been his firm impression that she had resented him all of her life, and to see her now, like this, her eyes burning with desire while she pleasured him, clearly aroused, blew him away. Never had anything felt this good before. And so see her, of all people, Miss Hermione Granger, enjoying him with such abandon had excitement curling in his stomach, spreading towards his groin, igniting a reaction that started an inevitable sweet pull, and he felt his body readying itself for an explosion of unknown dimensions.

"I'm close!" he rasped, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You have to pull away!" She gave him a determined stare and started sucking even harder, pumping her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned in delight, feeling his testicles tighten, the muscles in his legs and torso contract, and with a dark roar he exploded into her mouth, releasing spurt after spurt of his hot essence while waves of burning pleasure swept through his body. His eyes stayed glued to her face, and as he watched her swallow with a wistful expression, his orgasm soared to new heights, leaving him breathless and hoarse. When she swirled her tongue lazily around his tip to catch the last drops, his legs ceased to support him and he slid slowly down the wall.

He watched her through half-closed eyes, taking in her dilated pupils, darkening her eyes with desire. His eyes wandered to her breasts, enjoying the sight of her erect nipples under her white blouse, straining against the fabric. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and he knew if he stayed a couple of minutes longer, his body would recover and he would be unable to keep himself from taking her virginity, right then, right there, on the classroom floor. He forced himself to stand, pulling her up with him. He wanted to say something to her but found himself at a loss for words. It was not often that he found himself speechless, but her hot little mouth had worked such magic on him that his brain was still in a daze.

His mouth, without consulting his brain beforehand, rasped: "Thank you. That was… extraordinary. I don't think I've ever– " He broke off, his brain finally catching up with his mouth. He cleared his throat, and a look at her upturned, flushed face and her parted lips kindled the fire in his loins again. He really needed to get going before his desires got the better of him.

"I need to go," he said tersely. "That means I need to obliviate you now."

She gasped. "I don't want to forget about this! It was wonderful."

"You know I can't let you keep those memories. You didn't have them before and we can't change history. But I can capture them," he said, pulling out a vial. "And maybe some time in the future I will be able to return them to you."

She gave him a wry smile. "Fine. I can't argue with that."

He raised his wand, but she stopped him with her hand on his arm. "There is one thing I would still like to discuss with you." He raised his eyebrows at her, encouraging her to speak, and she outlined her request. He grew agitated and then they argued, but finally he relented insofar as to at least think about her proposition. Then he turned to her, raising his wand again. "Call the memory to the front of your mind".

The whispery, silvery strand was pulled from her temples, drawn by his wand, and swiftly bottled. The vial disappeared into the depths of Snape's robes. He looked up and met her dazed eyes, and with a small smile, she whispered softly: "Professor Snape..."

He raised his wand again: "Obliviate"

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A/N: Feedback will be very much appreciated. If you're interested in a sequel dealing with Hermione's proposition, please let me know! Remember, reviews feed the muse! ;)

Also, I'm thinking about putting this story up on Ashwinder, too, so in case you're a native speaker of English and might be interested in being my Beta for this story, please PM me :)