Chapter Fifteen

Proclamations

(A/N -- SORRY SORRY SORRY for the long wait. My computer cord broke on my laptop which meant that I couldn't charge it and when the battery got low enough I couldn't turn it on and I don't have another copy of these chapters-in-progress anywhere but my laptop. I finally went to best buy and bought another one. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! Read and review xoxo)

Severus Snape awoke startled for several reasons. For one, he usually never slept with any kind of covering on him, and now there were black sheets draped over his body. More noticeably, his usually empty bed now had another occupant in it who at the moment was pressing her backside into his crotch. Now that he was more awake, he became less startled and more aroused. Even the mere thought of having a student in his bed, naked, at this hour was remarkably exciting to him.

Snape was not the typical "cradle-robber" and did not usually (or ever) go for women more than half his age. Actually, Severus Snape did not typically go for any women at all being that he was petrified of rejection. Severus loved to be in control in all aspects of his life, which is why he despised every inch of his exsistance when he had become a death eater. He ruled his classroom with a firm hand and he did not like to be turned down or proved wrong. The willingness of the young student in his bed excited him and aroused him more than he thought possible. The thrill of getting caught and the lust he felt when she even looked his way was enough to continue this affair. Hell, she wasn't even looking at him now and he was already rock hard. And yet… there was something more to her, to them. But he didn't want to analyze the situation for once, he just wanted to live for the moment

"Miss Granger," He whispered into her ear, sliding his hands down her waist.

Hermione was still half asleep when she replied, "Yes, sir?" His lips curled upwards at her response.

"While I appreciate your courtesy, Miss Granger, you can spare me with the formalities," He said derisively. Hermione snorted at his comment and ground her hips into his groin slightly as if to indicate she knew better than him.

"But I like calling you Sir, Sir," She said silkily.

"Well, then, I believe I will need to teach you about the importance of respecting your superior's wishes. Things could go very wrong if you disrespect my wishes, Miss Granger." He said, clearly enjoying being in charge. Hermione felt a pool of heat settle in her lower stomach and she 

stifled a moan. His breath was tickling her neck and his hand was traveling down her stomach now. Was he trying to give her heart palpations?

Snape pushed closer to her, erasing her thoughts of all things but his closeness to her and the hardness that was pressing against her arse. "I can feel your heart beating, Miss Granger." He whispered in her ear. "Why so nervous? He drew spirals on her stomach with his finger. "I suppose we can all be nervous at times. Even for those who believe themselves to be brave little Gryffindors."

Hermione could've sword her stomach turned over at his comment, making her him more than she ever had. But his voice was so mistifying, she couldn't have moved if she had tried. She was once again in a state of mind where she wasn't able to control her body or mind. "Are you implying," She breathed, savoring the feeling that his hands were creating all over her body. "That I am a ninny, Sir?" Hermione smiled in the darkness. Snape laughed; actually laughed. It was more of a bark than a laugh, but it was mirthful. Her smile grew even bigger.

He kissed her shoulder because it was the only thing he could reach when she was facing away from him. The first thing she felt was shock. But after that subsided, she relaxed. He traced nonsense shapes into her stomach with his fingers and placed feathery kissed across her shoulders and upper back. He inhaled twice because she smelled so good before he carefully turned her around to face him. He pulled Hermione as close and she could be and she placed one of her legs over his hip. This time he opened his mouth, letting his tongue slip inside hers. Hermione could do nothing but comply. The feeling of his tongue against hers was completely marvelous. She felt her body go weak and was happy to know the bed was supporting her, because otherwise she would've fallen into the darkness and passed out from all the emotions racking her body. She was completely dizzy and the kiss felt like bliss.

She was fully aware that it was her teacher who was making her so wet. It was her dreaded potions professor, in fact, the only teacher she grew up fearing. She finally opened her eyes to find him staring at her with his dark molten eyes. When he locked eyes with her, every ounce of awkwardness dropped away. Every moment in the past where he was yelling at her during class, or taking away points from her fellow Gryffindors melted into nothing. She saw a man in need and he saw a young woman that could potentially fill the gaping hole in his heart.

He pulled away from her. "Not having any regrets are you, being here with your snarky old potions professor?" Hermione had been holding her breath while he was talking, afraid that he was going to force her to leave. He looked her in the eye, a serious expression on his face. "You may leave now if you wish, Miss Granger." He said.

Without thinking or saying anything else, Hermione kissed him with every ounce of passion that her small frame could muster. Everything else dissolved around them.

They kissed for a while until Snape suddenly pushed her away. He saw the fear of rejection in her eyes. Snape's eyes suddenly clouded over dangerously as he bent down once again to her ear level. "On your back, now," He breathed in her ear. Hermione felt an absurd rush of lust at being 

told what to do. Her breath was caught in her throat and she began to get dizzy. She bit back a moan when his hands went to her hips and he flipped her on her back roughly

"Please." Hermione whimpered.

"Please what, Miss Granger?" Snape asked with amusement in his eyes.

"Please...just do something!" She whined and her professor's eyes sparkled dangerously. He leaned in until she could feel his minty breath on her cheek. Their lips were almost touching, and every nerve on Hermione's body was writhing in anticipation.

"I'm afraid that would be very inappropriate according to the student-teacher relations code, Miss Granger. You of all people should know the rules," He spoke against her lips, sending shivers down her spine. He looked her into the eyes, daring her to make a move. Hermione let out a frustrated whimper and grabbed onto both his arms that were holding him up above her. But instead of giving into her girlish whining he roughly grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head. Gasping at the sudden contact of body, Hermione thrashed her hips about until he sat on her, rendering her incapable of movement except for her feet.

"You are very persistent, aren't you?" His teeth grazed her ear lobe, making her back arch unconsciously. "Ten points from Gryffindor for fighting me," He spoke softly, licking her neck "But twenty points to Gryffindor for keeping it interesting." She hissed at him when he ground himself into her.

His hand began to stroke her stomach and made his way up to her breasts, which thus far he had managed to keep away from. He left feathery touches around each one, grazing the nipples and making her arch her back again. He surprised her by grabbing them roughly and she cried out.

"Ow!" she sobbed "That hurt!"

"Then maybe you should stop being such a minx," He said, tweaking her nipples.

"But I'm not –" She started.

"Ah, ah, ah, Miss Granger, I would watch my manners if I were you. Remember what I said about respecting your superiors." He traced his fingers away from her breasts and down her stomach. He scooted back from her hips and onto her thighs. Her thumb found her clit.

Hermione could've had an orgasm there and then. Just that simple touch drove her wild and she needed more. Now. "Please..." She whimpered.

"Please, what, Miss Granger?" He asked, knowing what she wanted.

"Please...more!"

And with that he thrust a finger inside of her. Hermione moaned loudly and threw her head back. Soon he added a second digit. She was moaning loudly. Just as she was about to reach her climax, however, he drew out.

"Tell me, Miss Granger, has anyone ever been able to make you squirm like I do?" She gasped when she felt the tip of his hard member flick against her warm center "Have you ever wanted to fuck anyone the way you want to fuck me right now?" She dug her fingernails into his back and bucked her hips trying to get more contact with him.

"No..." She breathed out and she felt the tip enter slightly into her slick folds.

"I thought not," Snape commented back with a sly smirk on his face. His fingers were still rubbing her nub, bringing her close to her release, but always kept her anticipating more.

"Please Professor, please fuck me!" She cried out; she didn't usually speak that way, but in her arousal she couldn't focus on her usual good-girl behavior.

Snape thrust into her hard and fast and she screamed out from being stretched once more that night. Her cries of pleasure were making Snape lose his control. Her voice was so sexy when she was moaning for him He waited for a moment, letting her get used to his size and then pulled out almost all the way, only to thrust inside her once more, picking up his pace. Soon Hermione began to feel an intense pleasure build up rather than being preoccupied with feeling herself stretch to accommodate him. She felt her back arch and she met his thrusts the best she could, though to be honest it was hard to even get a grip on the bed sheets and hold on for the ride. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, deeper than she thought anyone could possibly go. It was suddenly too much for her and she gripped his back, digging her nails into his skin.

"Ahhh," they both moaned together. He picked up his pace and just a few thrusts later he felt her whimper her sigh of release. Just hearing her moaning in pleasure under his grasp caused him to lose himself momentarily, forgetting that he was trying to hold on longer. He exploded inside her heaving and panting just as hard as she was, if not harder. He whispered into her ear, but she didn't catch what he was saying. He collapsed on top of her before rolling to her side to catch his breath and let her do the same.

"Miss Granger, you never disappoint, do you?" He said chuckling softly, regaining some of his composure.

Her body was slick with sweat and she wiped the back of her hand across her forehead before speaking. "I try not to let you down, Professor. Lucky for you, you're the only one that has received my… One-hundred and ten percent, so to speak," she joined in with his chuckling.

"I should hope so," He said, draping the forgotten silky sheets over both of them once more. For a long time, neither of them spoke, and slowly their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal once again, though neither of them could sleep. They were both up thinking.

"Professor –"

"Miss Gra –" They both began at the same time, eliciting a nervous chuckle from Hermione.

"You first," Snape said, running his arm down the length of her side.

"Well, er, I was just wondering… Is this going to be a, well, you know," She stuttered, hoping he would understand.

"A one night stand?"

"Er, yes," She drawled out slowly, nervously.

"Well, first let me ask: did you enjoy yourself while in my presence?" He wouldn't let on how nervous he actually was while asking this question.

"Yes, of course I did, but I –"

"And do you wish for this to be the last time you are in an intimate position with your greasy Potion's master?" He drawled out, running his hand down her arm now.

"You're not greasy, and I –" She paused.

"Do you?" He asked again, this time finally grasping her hand in his, rubbing the back of her palm with his thumb.

"I – I--," She stuttered. The simple gesture of him holding her hand was answer enough for her, but she was so blown away that he would actually do something like that, that she couldn't help but pause and relish in the feeling.

"You're keeping me waiting, Miss Granger," He said, snuggling closer to her. She could feel his breath on her neck once again.

She smiled while she thought of the best way to word her jumbled thoughts, though he could not see it in the darkness. "I do not want this to be even close to the last time, as long as it is what you want as well," She said, glad she had thought of a semi-diplomatic answer.

"So, you want to see me again like this once more? Twice more? Fifty times more?" He asked, licking her earlobe and distracting her.

"More," she said simply, turning to kiss him sweetly, though she was still nervous that he had not commented on her answer yet.

"More than fifty times? My my, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?" But he laughed quietly while he said it. "What about your stupid friends? What will they think if they find out?" He nibbled on her lower lip.

"They won't find out. For now. And either will anyone else, including the school or it's administrators," she paused thoughtfully. "As long as that's what you want, of course."

He remained quiet for a long time. Long enough that Hermione had snuggled up against him to go back to sleep, sure that he wasn't going to answer tonight, or ever. He curled up next to her and smiled, their fingers still intertwined. He never thought this would happen to him.

"Hermione, are you awake?" He prodded.

"Mmm?" She mumbled, half awake and half asleep.

"I'm yours as long as you will keep me," He said, and relished in her stunned silence before closing his eyes once again for some much needed sleep.

Hermione inwardly exploded with happiness. She would have to thank her friends for making her play that stupid game.

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