Professor Snape

Disclaimer: J.K.R. created these characters, and I'm borrowing them for a bit. (I'll have them home by curfew.)

Thanks go to my lovely and brilliant beta, Charmed_Nay.

SW69 Says: HaHaHa... It was brought to my attention last time that this was (gasp!) OOC and vulgar. Ya think? So let me tag an extra warning onto this chapter.

No, we aren't following the events of HBP, I'm having a bit of lewd fun with characters who may or may not act or say things that they would in canon, and this is meant to be an entertaining story only. Please click back if you are looking for in-depth characterizations and a thick plot.

Severus sat in the last booth near the darker corner of the pub, hoping that he'd have a few minutes to collect himself before Granger showed up. He'd been thinking about her often as of late, and it didn't sit well with him.

When he'd found Draco kneeling between her parted thighs with his hands on her skirt, readying himself to lift the garment, Severus had been truly shocked. At first glance, he'd thought she was there of her own accord, but then he'd noticed the odd positioning of her legs, hands, and her inability to speak properly. It hadn't truly pained him to take those points from Slytherin, for he'd needed to appear the concerned professor in front of his future apprentice. When she'd stated that she didn't want the matter brought to Albus, he'd breathed a sigh of relief. The ten points he'd taken from his own House was easily replaced, as he'd decided to award Parkinson fifty points for helping a fellow student. Slytherin still won the House cup.

As long as the girl thought well of him, she would readily agree to the terms he set forth in her apprenticeship, and she wouldn't go to Albus or anyone else like some sniveling snitch if things got a bit... taxing. Yes, the moment she'd demurely allowed him to handle things and absorbed his words as if they were law, he'd known that she would work out quite well.

It wouldn't do to have some mouthy little braggart trying to best him at every turn or running off to seek help from Potter or anyone else. He had plans for her. Of all the dunderheads that he'd taught over the years, there were only a handful of students that he'd actually trust as an assistant. She just happened to be in the graduating class when he'd needed help the most. He was on the verge of a breakthrough on something he'd been working on for two years, but he hadn't time to concentrate on the minor things eluding him to make it work successfully.

He could trust her to mark his essays and tests, to check over the potions that students turned in for scores, to keep quiet about the things he discussed or worked on, and to conduct competent research for him. Something he hadn't thought about, however, was what else she had actually ended up offering to him that fateful day after he'd found her at young Malfoy's mercy. I trust you...

Yes, going back to her and gazing into her eyes had been very informative. He'd seen a couple of flashes of obvious fantasy. It seemed that she'd thought of him in a sexual way...possibly even before that. He admitted to himself that he'd only seen her as a pesky young woman with a knack for annoying him, what with all that smug spouting of her textbook knowledge. However, when he'd picked up her knickers, he'd imagined her wearing them, causing him to see her in a different light...one he never would have acted on had she not so eagerly, albeit innocently, offered herself to him. Oh, he'd wanted to use her, but it wasn't her body he'd been wanting. It had been her mind and willfulness to work and please him.

Weasley was not her lover. Nor was Potter. But in time, he thought conceitedly, I shall be. He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. Draco tutoring her in the ways of cunnilingus indeed! She'll not know what hit her once I've had my way with her. So what if she was an ex-student? Who was he to decline such an offer? Yes, he'd start off by showing her the art of pleasuring a lover with one's mouth, and then, he would move onto other things.

He couldn't have someone saying that he'd offered her an apprenticeship only to have her in his bed within the first week. He especially couldn't have her thinking that way. Of course it would be just his luck that he'd inadvertently cause speculation for something he'd truly not intended... at first. No, it wouldn't bode well to rush things too much. She wasn't so thick that she wouldn't see his manipulations and quick-paced seductions. Matters such as these must be handled delicately and with cunning. There was no reason to force things. He'd simply let things happen at a casual, natural pace. He smirked to himself. I am indeed a Slytherin and worthy of being the Head of House. She has no idea what I now have planned for us.

"Hello, Professor Snape," Hermione said, smiling nervously.

Severus stood. "Miss Granger, I trust you found this pub easily enough?"

"I did," she replied, taking the seat across from him. She blushed slightly and said, "I admit to being excited when I received your owl, what with the last conversation we had."

"Why don't you allow me to buy you a drink?" he offered slyly. The liquor would put her at ease. "Then, we can discuss the terms of your apprenticeship." He arched an eyebrow and lowered his voice. "And anything else you might wish to question me on."

She smiled shyly. "That would be nice. I think I'll have a gillywater laced with gin."

Severus got up and moved to the bar. He could have summoned someone to their table, but he wanted to make certain that the drink was more than simply laced with gin. He needed her to be comfortable for this discussion. Once he had their drinks and had tipped the barkeep to keep them coming, he went back to his seat and handed her the drink.

"Oh, it's a bit strong," she commented, but she greedily took another sip.

"Now, then," he began smoothly, "where to start?"

"What is expected of me?" she asked, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.

As they discussed the terms of her apprenticeship, they agreed on only a stint of one year with him having the right to demand another six months after if he didn't feel she'd reached the level she needed by that time. Having had over six drinks each, both were feeling no pain.

"So, Professor, what do I call you?" she asked cheekily.

"You will call me what you normally do...Professor Snape...as I am your superior... during the hours of work anyway," he said, signaling to the barkeep for another round.

"And my work hours end after we've finished our daily duties, which could extend late into the evening sometimes, but not always," she put in, remembering what he'd said. "I will be needed each Saturday for half the day at least...unless I request time away in advance."

"Correct."

"So if I wanted to sleep at my home on those Saturday nights, I could," she said.

"Yes, is that not what we've agreed on?" he asked testily. Perhaps he should rethink things. She was reminding him of her normal...

"Or I could find someone to show me all about the art of cunnilingus," she said, voice lowering to a seductive tone.

No, definitely not her normal self. "Indeed," he said, taking a long drink from his freshly filled cup.

"You know, Professor, when I said that I trusted you to... to show me about that..." She smiled and bit her lip before looking away.

"Do you still mean that?"

"Yes," she said, nearly breathless with anticipation.

Severus leaned forward. "Are you outright asking me to do this for you? Tonight?"

Her eyes met his, and she nodded. "I'm not your apprentice yet, so it wouldn't ruin anything." She downed her drink.

He sat back and stared at her for a few moments. Why not? It would be the first step of reeling her in. He could do that for her, and she would know how much pleasure he could give her with a simple... "Perhaps we should go someplace more private to have this discussion." His lips twisted up slightly. "My home perhaps?"

"Yes," she agreed, allowing him to place one of his hands upon her shoulder to Disapparate them away.

In the next instant, they were in a very small sitting room that had walls covered in bookshelves. She spun around in attempt to take in all of them.

"What a collection you have!" she blurted. "And not all on potions either!"

"Yes, it's quite impressive, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"Come," he said, holding out his hand to her. He noted how damp her palm was as she placed it within his, and he relished in the tremble of her hand. He flicked his wand, causing a shelf to open and reveal a hidden doorway. He quietly led her up the stairway, each step causing a squeak on the stairs below their feet.

He bypassed the first room and led her into the second room, which was quite large and comfortable. It also had many shelves of books adorning its walls. He watched as she took everything in, eyes wide.

Her eyes finally met his, and she nervously asked, "May I use the loo?"

Severus nodded. "It's just through there." Instead of lowering the lamps, he brightened them, wanting to clearly see what he was getting... er... giving, rather. When he heard the water faucet turn on, he decided to get comfortable, feeling slightly dizzy. He was quite certain that it wasn't just the liquor that made him feel that way. He tossed his cloak aside, unfastened his robes, and was rolling up his sleeves as she came back into his room.

"Are you quite all right?" he asked, noting her nervousness.

"Yes," she said quickly. "Do you have some... gin?"

Shaking his head, he said, "I do have some brandy."

"All-all right then," she agreed, sitting primly on the edge of his bed.

He easily summoned the bottle and a glass, filling it for her. "Here you are."

"Won't you have some?"

"At the moment, I have only the desire," he purposely lowered his voice, "for one thing." He reached out and trailed the line of her jaw with his index finger.

"Oh," she gasped, arching her head back a little.

His finger continued down to trace her collarbone and slid down to the top of her cleavage. "Drink," he said silkily, kneeling before her. He felt her body tense, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he ran both hands down her thighs over the thin fabric of her blue skirt. Lower his hands went as they finally met the flesh of her knees and her shins before touching upon socks. A quick look up saw that she'd gulped down half of her drink but was watching him intently. He eased off her shoes and tossed them aside.

Unnecessarily, he pulled her socks away, smirking at her wriggling, slender toes; her nails were painted a rich maroon color. Rubbing her feet in what he thought to be an enjoyable manner, he was surprised to hear her sudden giggling as she wrenched her feet away.

"I'm very ticklish," she said through her laughter.

Grunting noncommittally, he placed his hands on her ankles and slowly slid them up towards her knees. He saw that she quickly downed the remainder of her drink.

"I'm a bit nervous. Isn't the room a little bright? Maybe if we turned the lamps down some?" she asked.

His hands stopped on her knees. Instead of replying, he reached up, took her glass, and set it on the floor beside him. He then gently pressed her onto the bed. "Relax, Hermione." Knowing that being gentle and casual with her would put her at ease, he didn't mind using her given name with a tender, seductive lilt.

She sighed and closed her eyes, taking his advice. "What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing. Allow me." His hands unhurriedly pushed up her skirt and bunched the fabric up near her waist. He gazed appreciatively at the silky, lacy, black knickers she wore beneath. Obviously she'd hoped that we would indeed end up doing this. Both of his index fingers slipped beneath the sides of the silky fabric and softly moved back and forth over her flesh, causing her to startle.

"Oh! That tickles!" she said.

"Lie still," he said quickly, stopping his ministrations for a moment. She was quite sensitive, which would make his work all the easier...once she got past her initial discomfort. Ever so slowly, he moved his fingers again, feeling the satiny smoothness of her flesh give way to light dusting of hair as he neared her center. He felt her body jump slightly and retreated his fingers, opting instead to lean forward and place his mouth against her knickers right where he was certain her clitoris lay.

A sharp intake of breath from her told him that his guess had been right. Using his tongue, he flicked over her, exerting enough pressure to send jolts through her body. He then nipped lightly with his teeth before pulling back. She'd sprayed a dab of fragrance upon her body, arousing him much more than he already was. Pity they hadn't discussed the art of fellatio just yet. He could have easily positioned himself to give her access to him. Another time... Hooking a finger beneath the top of her knickers on either side of her waist, he began pulling them down.

When it was clear that she wouldn't move to aid him, he quietly said, "Lift up." The moment her body arched upward, he quickly slid them down, trailing kisses down her legs as he did so. Once the knickers were discarded, he parted her legs slightly, having to force them some. She seemed to be quite nervous and was shaking. He feared that if he offered to allow her the chance to change her mind that she would take it, so he remained quiet, willing his hands and mouth to put her at ease.

Open-mouthed kisses...alternating from one leg to the other...seemed to please her and made her twitch with each stroke of his tongue and movement of his lips. As he neared her thighs, he parted her legs more and more, noting that she was readily moving her shaking limbs to accommodate him.

At last, he had her just as he wanted her and took a moment to look at what she'd offered him. She'd taken great care with her grooming. He wondered if she always trimmed and partially shaved or if it was just in case he followed through with her request? Either way, he appreciated the gesture and felt the twitching of his erection against his underpants. He would like nothing more than to bury himself inside of her. Perhaps later...

Using his fingers to part her skin, he leaned forward to taste her pink inner flesh properly.

"Oh, my God!" Hermione blurted. Just the one touch of his tongue had her wanting to grind his face into her. He was going about it too slowly, but if she said anything, she would appear too eager! She wanted him to think that he was instructing her... showing her something new. Technically, it was new... sort of. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing again as one of his fingers moved over her shorter, prickly hair, tickling her in the process.

Suddenly, his mouth, tongue, fingers, and teeth were doing things that she couldn't have imagined before. She felt one finger penetrate her, delving as deeply as it could go, curving round her pelvic bone and causing her to moan. His mouth and tongue moved up and seemed to fasten against the flesh of her clitoris as he suckled and laved.

Her body bucked and arched off the bed as dozens of tiny sensations vibrated through her body. To keep her from arching too much and sliding off the bed or away from him, he placed his arms over her thighs. She lifted her head slightly and saw his dark hair flying about as his head moved with his ministrations. As if sensing her gaze, he moved so that he could stare up at her, one dark eye piercing her with an unwavering, intense stare while the other remained lost behind a portion of his hair.

Unable to watch him while he watched her, she threw her head back and simply enjoyed what he was doing to her. Instinctively, her hands found his head and entwined in his hair as she tried to pull him closer to put more pressure on what he was doing. Her hips began gyrating against his fingers and mouth as if she were having sex...no longer caring what he thought of her or her previous experience. She was feeling good. He was right. Cunnilingus was definitely an art, and she'd found the perfect master to teach it.

"Don't stop," she begged loudly, moving in time with him. "Oh, yesssss... It's... I'm almost..." A series of incoherent words left her mouth as she moaned in pleasure, finally peaking and then finding that release she'd been gradually building towards. He carried on until she reached down to stop him with her hand, feeling an odd tingling that wasn't unpleasant, only uncomfortable. Breathing deeply for a few moments, she finally came down from her high.

Gathering her courage, she lifted herself up on her elbows and gazed at the man who was still kneeling between her legs. Part of his face was still covered with his hair, but he lifted the eye that she could see to gaze at her as he licked his index finger from bottom to top and then put it into his mouth for one last suck. Once done, he smirked, "And that, Miss Granger, is how it's done."

She nodded and flopped back down. It was more than she'd ever imagined. The fumblings with Ron were nothing like this, and that one night of exploration with Harry paled in comparison to anything this man could do. When she heard the rustling of fabric, she realized that he was up and pulling on his robes. He was standing in such a way that there was no mistaking his arousal. Nervously, she asked, "Sir?"

"Yes?" he replied quietly, not looking at her, concentrating on his robes.

It was endearing that he would pleasure her and ask for nothing in return. This made her respect him all the more. What man could do that? Not any that she knew of, but her experiences were limited to those near her own age...none of which had his skill or level of maturity. She smiled and sat up, adjusting her skirt and not asking why he'd stooped down to snatch her knickers and stuffed them into his pocket. Ha! So much for thinking he is above such boyish gestures. For some reason, she didn't mind that he wanted them, but when Ron had baldly asked for a pair, she'd turned him down. Who cared if Snape wanted a little souvenir?

"I was also wondering about something," she said, mustering her courage. There was no way that he'd refuse her...hopefully...but she had to say it just right. If he knew that she was tricking him by pretending to be more innocent than she was, he would dismiss her quickly, thinking she was playing a game with him.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Would you mind terribly if I... er... you know... reciprocated?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he exhaled a long breath before answering. "That is not necessary. I didn't ply you with drinks to..."

"No," she said quickly, hoping he would agree, "I want to try. I want to see if I can... make you feel the way I felt."

After a long pause, he nodded and moved to sit next to her. "Well, just as with cunnilingus, fellatio is also an art. I am certain that with my guidance, you could adapt to it quickly enough."

She smirked while he wasn't actually looking. Severus Snape you are in for a bumpy ride and are much easier to manipulate than I'd thought. It won't be long before I come to mean more to you. Listening to his deep, rich, silky voice as he gave pointers on what she could try, she thought about the magical bet she'd made with Parvati Patil. They'd been playing truth or dare with the other girls in the dormitory and discovered that they both had crushes on Hogwarts professors. After the others left, they'd confided in each other and vowed to become involved with the ones they cared for. Hermione wondered if Parvati had made any progress with Madam Hooch. Last she'd heard, Hooch had taken her to see Madam Pomfrey about the twitching in her eye, not realizing that Parvati had been batting her lashes at her.

"You find this amusing?" Snape asked, disgruntled.

She shook her head, adding, "I think I've heard enough." This time, it was she that dropped to her knees. Time to show him what a quick learner I am.

Southern's Notes: Teehee! Okay, there is the little second part that most of you requested. I do hope it was enjoyable. Snape thinks he's ensnaring an innocent girl in seduction, but he hasn't a clue that she wants to be caught.

I'm smiling. Things are much lighter for this Hermione/Severus when compared to my other story, Luring. The next chapter (Nearing the End: Part 2) is in the works and should be with my beta shortly.

And, as with last time, I'd like to thank Wartcap for her lively messenger conversations. Teehee...