Ten

Hermione eventually worked her way to Arithmancy. Her body still sparked with the pleasure of her encounter with Snape, and it was virtually impossible for her to concentrate on the lesson.

As Professor Vector's voice lulled her further into a semi-catatonic state, she replayed the moments between her and the Potions Master so far, and was struck by the contrast in them.

This was not going to be a straightforward relationship.

She would neither expect nor demand any less from Severus Snape.

She knew, after their tender moment of connection in his bedroom, of the gentle intimacy that could exist between them, and she was sure that would be repeated, but her belly twisted and throbbed at the memory of the desperate, illicit encounters on his desk, and now in the dark corners of Hogwarts School. She could not deny that she longed for those as much as anything.

And now he was fuelling that longing: toying with and teasing her. She delighted in it and was determined to give as good as she got. If they could not live their relationship out in the open, they would make the most of the need and play between them that their deceit and secrecy elicited.

After the way he had left her in the corridor (not that she was complaining), she was determined to wrestle some control back from him.

Hermione walked into supper deliberately late, only just in time for a small bite of main course. She kept her eyes lowered, but felt his presence immediately and knew his eyes were burning into her from high-table. Her skin tingled and her insides clenched. She imagined him again, so hard and deep inside her, his hand clamped roughly on her gasping mouth. It took all her willpower not to look at him.

For dessert, heaving bowls of fruit were placed before the students. A pang of hunger suddenly overtook Hermione, and she reached for a peach voraciously.

She bit into it, the sweet ripe flesh of the fruit succumbing to her sudden need. As she raised her eyes, they inadvertently fell into his. Desire was written clearly on his face. She paused, her own body alight with longing.

Slowly, Hermione brought the peach back up to her mouth, ensuring her bright eyes did not leave his for a moment. Her lips parted and she allowed her tongue a brief flicker around them, then she lowered her mouth again onto the velvet skin of the fruit,and sank her teeth deliberately into it. Snape was frozen, his hand clasping a knife until the knuckles turned white.

Hermione slowly chewed and swallowed the tender flesh in her mouth, her lips now glistening with the juice. She saw his breathing quicken. Her tongue flitted out to capture a stray trickle of juice running down the side of the peach. She held it there briefly before drawing her tongue back into her mouth and sucking, biting down on her bottom lip.

Then again, she agonisingly bit into the ripe fruit, not so carefully this time. The side of the peach burst open, juice spilling out and running down the sides of her mouth. She left it there, her eyes clouding as her belly throbbed its lust painfully to her.

Slowly, she raised a finger to capture the trickles on her chin and pushed them back into her mouth, sucking the finger and pulling it out deliberately sensuously.

Her eyes had not left his. She saw his features cramp in a slight grimace but knew exactly how he was truly feeling. A surge of power coursed through her and her insides twisted so suddenly and violently she wondered if she had actually come.

Hermione's face involuntarily broke into a smile of triumph as she saw his mouth fall open to draw in a deep gasp of oxygen.

They were at least twenty feet apart.

The meal ended and the students on her table rose suddenly and loudly. Hermione stood with them, and without another glance at him, she swept out radiantly, her curls bouncing as she walked.

After a while, Severus Snape rose from his seat at high-table and left the Great Hall, walking rather more awkwardly than usual.

The next day brought another Potions Class. Hermione could hardly contain her anticipation. She had to wait all day as it was the last lesson, and by the time it finally came, she found herself unable to focus properly.

He swept into the room, his aroma reaching her immediately. She gulped it in; it travelled straight to her throbbing core.

As usual, he avoided eye-contact with her. His voice started its low, smooth intonation, vibrating through her being straight to her agonised clit.

"Antidotes to fairy bites. These are rare – unless you deliberately taunt and aggravate a fairy they will not react. However, if you antagonise them, something I unfortunately would not put past many of you uncultured louts, the bites inflicted, which inject a small but highly venomous toxin, can quickly lead to blood poisoning and occasionally ... death." He let the last word drip ominously from his tongue.

"I would recommend carrying a small vial of this potion when out in forests and enchanted woodland. Pay special attention when in Ireland; the bite of the leprechaun can be particularly ... uncomfortable."

Again, he had not glanced at her once, and Hermione desperately needed to connect with him. She thrust her hand in the air. It was so obvious that she did not see how even he could ignore her.

His head was lowered, but his eyes flicked up under the heavy lids. The spark between them was instant. He held her gaze silently for a while. She kept her hand firmly in the air. Several students turned to look at her curiously.

Finally, he drawled deep, with a touch of cynicism, "Miss Granger?"

She spoke back, boldly, and as sensuously as she could afford to under the circumstances. "Professor Snape – I thought that the best thing to do if bitten with the venom of a fairy – was to suck it out."

His features remained impassive, but he did not take his eyes from hers. She waited for his response and allowed one eyebrow to arch expectantly in anticipation of it.

At last he spoke, a deep, smooth throb.

"Indeed, using one's mouth can sometimes have a quick and advantageous effect, but it is usually the case that is does not produce the deepest and most fulfilling results. Eventually, one should endeavour to seek out the most complete solution to one's needs."

She smiled at him. "For a fairy bite?" she teased, reminding him of the original topic.

"For a fairy bite," he repeated, firmly and pointedly.

"Thank you, Professor Snape. I'll remember that." She smiled her sweetest smile before dropping her head.

The class progressed. They began to prepare their potions, Snape walking languidly around the room, picking holes in their efforts. Hermione tried her best to maintain her calm exterior. Inside, her stomach churned with hunger for him.

He was at Ginny's cauldron, lamenting the consistency of her solution. Hermione's breathing quickened and her skin shivered deliciously as his voice snaked its way across to her.

Then he stepped behind Ginny to stand beside Hermione. He leaned over and peered into her cauldron.

"Miss Granger?" he inquired languorously. "I trust your efforts are progressing satisfactorily?"

As he leaned over, she felt something pressing insistently into her arm. She realised instantly that it was his rock-hard urgent erection.

He did not move away. Even through the layers of clothing that separated them, she still felt him vital, throbbing, desperate. She moved her arm a little, knowing how agonising the resulting friction would be. His hand suddenly descended to her table for support and she saw his fingers flexed tightly for control.

His voice hissed down to her. "I asked you a question, Miss Granger. Kindly have the decency to answer it."

She continued the movement of her arm, pressing it ever harder into him. Turning her head, she gazed up into his eyes. They were alight with frantic arousal.

"Oh yes, Professor Snape." She was still rubbing. "As you can see, things are progressing most satisfactorily indeed."

He did not move. She continued to subtly but firmly rub her arm along the sheathed head of his swollen cock. They were in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by other students. Still, Snape made no move away from her. His knuckles were white from his grip on the table.

"Professor Snape, sir?" An earnest Hufflepuff boy in front had turned to him hesitantly.

"What?" Snape spat the word out in annoyance, still not moving.

"I think it's the end of the lesson, sir," the boy continued nervously.

Snape inhaled, clearly irritated. "Very well," he hissed coldly. "Tidy away and get out."

With a great effort he pulled himself away from Hermione.

She tidied up along with everyone else, but lingered to ensure she was the last to leave.

Ginny had hurried out to catch up with some others and Hermione walked to the door behind another Gryffindor boy. He had exited a few feet ahead of her and as she reached the door a hand suddenly appeared on it, slamming it hard in her face.

Snape moved smoothly to lean heavily against the door, blocking her path. She knew instantly what they both wanted and needed. She dropped to her knees, her books tumbling loudly to the floor. He was fumbling for the buckle of his belt but her own hands came up and brushed his aside.

Working quickly, she released him from his clothing and he was suddenly revealed, rigid and desperate before her, the head purple with intense need. She could not suppress a groan of pleasure rising out of her. He was so magnificent, so beautiful. The need to taste him, engulf him in her mouth was suddenly overwhelming.

She parted her lips, her tongue tingling with anticipation, and glanced up at him. He was gazing down at her, his face twisted in longing, his breathing heavy and rapid.

"Do it! Do it now, witch!"

She had never heard him so desperate.

She immediately plunged down onto him as hard and deep as she could, her tongue swirling around him as she moved.

He drew in a shuddering gasp of air, but she sensed he was trying to maintain the heady silence of the room.

She pulled back along him. God, he tasted so good. Aniseed, she found herself thinking.

Hermione let him pop out of her mouth, the cool air evaporating her wetness off him and causing him to jerk once again towards her.

She flicked her tongue out, swirling it around the head. A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. She ran her tongue idly up through the slit, licking it up as she went. He tensed, but this time remained quiet.

She breathed onto the head, before enclosing her lips around it once again and slowly pushing down, taking him as fully as she could, right down to her throat. She had always loved giving pleasure this way and had quickly realised she had a skill for it, but the knowledge of whose cock she currently had in her mouth fuelled her need to feed off it even more. She held him tight in her mouth and throat for a while, then pulled up again, before repeating the process.

Snape could only gaze in awe, the throbbing pressure building rapidly towards release. Hermione moved quickly now, her hot, tight mouth dragging itself up and down, pulling him ever closer to ecstasy. Her hand gripped his lower length, and with the final twirl of her tongue, he reached down, clasping her hair painfully and pushing her hard onto him.

He came violently, unable to stop a guttural grunt exploding from him. He held her against him as he shot out in hot bursts, deep into her mouth and throat.

Only when she was sure the last twitch of pleasure had left him, did she tenderly release him from her warm wetness and, raising her eyes to meet his, swallowed hard.

His eyes closed momentarily in bliss, and he staggered to the nearest chair and slumped into it, panting heavily in numb rapture.

Hermione stood, picking up her books, and looked over at him. "We'll seek out the - most complete solution – another time. But that seemed to have – a somewhat advantageous effect." She smirked and turned to leave. Her fingers encircled the door handle, but then she moved around to face him again. She brought her hand up to her lips and rubbed over them as if wiping any trace of him which remained. "Aniseed – an acquired taste. Luckily for you – I can't get enough of it."

With that, she flung the door open and was gone.

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Have no fear, there is plenty of plot and dialogue to come, but at the moment, in the first flush of an attraction, these two clearly can't keep their hands off each other. It is important to establish their physical dependency at the beginning, as if that hadn't been overwhelming I am not sure either would have made a further move.

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