Apprentice Hermione

Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.K.R. I'll be sure to Scourgify them before I send them back. Remember: This is for fun only.

Thanks go to my lovely beta, Charmed Nay.

Severus laid back and allowed her hands to caress him through his clothing, enjoying the feel of being fondled. After a few moments, he reached down to unfasten his trousers, but she slapped his hands away. Just as he was about to tell her to get on with it, she slowly began to untie his trousers, making sure to leave lingering caresses as she did so. He knew that she was trying to make it last for him, but he could do without the anticipation build. His balls were already full and aching.

Impatiently, he thrust his hips up, urging her to lower his trousers. She did so at her own pace, causing his eyes to narrow. She'd better not try any of this working at her own pace during her hours as my apprentice. It's as I say or else.

Taking a page from his book, Hermione kissed his hairy thighs as she pushed down his trousers, letting them pool at his feet before making her way back up to his underpants. He tilted his hips again, enabling her to pull them down. Her eyes widened the moment his erection sprang free and jutted out proudly, swollen and ready. Unable to resist, he reached down to give it a small shake, breaking her lust-filled, awed gaze.

"Where were we?" he asked huskily.

"Right here," she replied promptly, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on the tip of his cock, tongue darting out as she pulled away to taste the small dab of liquid lingering there. She pulled back to examine him, making him feel as if he were on display at some shop.

He twitched it a couple of times, eliciting another giggle. All that girlish laughter. I loathe that. In time, she'll stop that.

She smiled lightly before grasping him with one hand and gingerly sliding it up and down the flesh of his shaft. Hermione used her other hand to fondle with his balls, nails raking across the sparse, crinkly hair.

Severus felt shivers run down his spine. She has the softest touch I've ever felt. When her mouth lowered and opened, taking him inside, he moaned in satisfaction and frustration. He wanted nothing more than to push himself inside her hot, wet mouth, but he knew that she likely hadn't ever experienced this. Not if her reaction to cunnilingus had anything to say about it.

Slowly down, she went, not quite nearing the bottom, and then slowly back up again, her mouth traveled, tongue gliding, tasting, and laving. The hand on his sac never stopped caressing him. Suddenly, in a burst of energy, her head started bobbing and moving in a way that brought him pleasure...immense pleasure.

"Ahhh," he breathed.

Hermione was quite pleased with the turn of events. She could tell that he was enjoying what she was doing to him. She quickly looked up towards him when she felt his hands pushing her hair away from her face and found that he'd taken to watching her while she pleasured him. Her cheeks reddened immediately, but when she saw his eyes partially close in ecstasy, she felt quite pleased with herself.

I am making Severus Snape moan. He wants me.

During her seventh year, she'd become somewhat obsessed with him, watching him while he walked, while he ate, while he taught class, while he marked tests, and while he did anything. She had easily concealed her growing admiration for him, knowing that her friends wouldn't approve, and when she found out that he was searching for an apprentice...and willing to give her a chance...she'd never been more excited. It would be the first time that she'd ever been alone with him and working at his side, not exactly as an equal, but on a completely different level. She would no longer be a "stupid girl" or an "insufferable know-it-all" to him. She would simply be Hermione, his apprentice. She vowed then and there that she'd do everything possible to make him see her as a potential equal, for she fully intended on attempting to have a relationship with him one day.

The way his robes moved with his easy gait, the way his voice reached out and wrapped around her spine, the way his dark eyes penetrated others, and the way his long fingers chopped his potions ingredients with precision had all played a huge part in changing her feelings for him and in making her see him as something other than a teacher. Yes, she'd had a crush on Lockhart when she was younger, but that was just a crush on a flashy man. She'd liked what was on the surface and things he'd boasted about doing. With Snape, it was different. She hated what he was on the surface. It was what was beneath his brooding, mysterious, oftentimes cold demeanor that she'd been attracted to. The possibilities were endless. She simply hoped that he would be pleased by who she truly was on the inside.

So far, things were going according to plan. She was yet to be his apprentice, and she'd already tricked her way into his bed. All else would fall into place. Her thoughts ceased abruptly as both of his hands pushed down on her head, forcing her to take him in completely. Quickly stopping herself from gagging, she pulled back against his pushing hands. However, his hips began thrusting upwards as if he were having sex with her mouth. She had no choice but to move with him and to try to keep herself from retching. That wouldn't be impressive for him.

Just as she thought she might, his hands lessened their hold on her head, and she was able to control her own movements once again. Although, something was different. She could feel a slight vibrating feeling at the base, and then, she felt warm liquid being spurted into her mouth. Bloody fucking hell! He's coming.

As if hearing her thoughts, he groaned in agreement, moving with his ejaculation. This had never happened before. Ron usually warned her, bragging early about his pending release. Severus sort of snuck up on her. Well, hell, what should she do? Did she swallow, possibly making him think ill of her? Did she spit, possibly offending him? Uncertain, she quickly got up, mumbled, "Pardon me," and ran for the loo, spitting in the sink.

"So... not quite as I planned then," she whispered to her flustered reflection, feeling ridiculous. She rinsed her mouth off and flushed the toilet for good measure, hoping he'd think she'd needed to have a pee, and made her way back out to his bed. Severus was already up and had his trousers fastened.

"Er... sorry about that," she mumbled.

"Nonsense," he said holding out his hand to her.

She took his hand and allowed him to lead her down into his tiny sitting room where he poured them each a glass of brandy. After taking a couple of sips, she said again, "Really. I didn't mean to run off like that. I..."

"Hermione," he said, holding up his hand, "I should have warned you. When I explained to you beforehand about how I liked it, I should have realized that you wouldn't be expecting that. I was too caught up in it...you give a good head job by the way...to warn you." He sipped his drink and looked smug for a moment before adding, "There is nothing wrong with swallowing... if you are so inclined. You are a very fast learner. I think your apprenticeship will work out well."

He thinks I've never done this before and chalks my uncertainty up to his not directing me better. Perfect. I can so easily play on this. She smiled. "Thank you, Severus. I was uncertain."

When his eyes narrowed, she wondered if she shouldn't have called him by his given name. She'd only done so because he'd used hers. Perhaps she should simply stick with sir or professor for the moment.

She quickly plowed on. "Sir, please don't be offended. I'll do better next time." She bit her lip to appear coy. "If... if you'd like a next time."

He placed his glass down on the rickety table before them and turned to her. "Would you like there to be a next time?" he asked casually.

Hermione was uncertain as to what he wanted to hear, but she decided that honesty would be best. "Yes, I do." She looked down, allowing a blush to grace her cheeks. "I... when we aren't doing our jobs during the day, maybe on some of those nights or... er... some of the weekends, we could have other meetings like this."

He said nothing for so long that she had to finally look up at him. He seemed to be lost in thought. When she took another sip of her drink and coughed slightly, he looked back at her.

"We can likely come to some arrangement," he said, adding, "but know that I am not interested in anything... serious. What we would share would be simply two people seeking pleasure with each other. Your apprenticeship will not be affected by our more intimate relationship. If you earn it, you will be granted your title. You will respectfully call me by my title during our hours of work."

Hermione nodded. "I agree. It's what we've already decided." She smiled easily, happy that he'd actually agreed to eventually moving into another type of relationship with her. When? How? What next?

"Sometimes I go off privately to do things on my own. I'll not be questioned, nor will I offer to tell you where I'm going or who I may be meeting."

"I understand," she said, already thinking of ways to change that.

"You do realize that I would prefer to keep this just between us," he said softly. "It wouldn't bode well for either of us to pass this knowledge on to others, as they might believe I had ulterior motives by allowing you to apprentice with me."

Not wanting to be totally dishonest, she said, "Well, there is someone that knows that I am... er... attracted to you. I confided in her about what happened with Draco and how you'd come to save me."

"Who?"

"Parvati Patil, but she'll not tell anyone. I promise."

"Just don't be specific. You needn't give details about our personal relationship...should we decide to have one," he said, eyeing her warily.

"Not at all. I didn't mean that I would tell her about this," she pointed back and forth between them, "but she just knows that I... sort of... you know, fancy you."

He sat back as if burned. "Hermione, you realize that I don't reciprocate any..."

She placed a finger against his lips, surprising him. "I know," she said simply, placing her glass aside. She wanted to lean in to kiss him, but she decided against it. Instead, she rose. "I'm going to go. I'll get my things ready and report to the castle as directed."

"Are you certain you won't Splinch yourself?" he asked, nodding to her nearly empty glass. "You've had a few."

"No, no," she said, allowing a slight slur to enter her voice.

"Come," he said, "I'll Apparate you home."

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ONE WEEK LATER

"Are you home?" Parvati's voice called from the sitting room grate.

Hermione walked into view and saw her friend's head in her fire. "Yes, come on through."

With a whoosh of emerald green flames, Parvati walked out of her grate a few moments later. She immediately went to the couch and plopped down.

"Oi! You're filthy! Geroff!"

Sliding ungracefully to the floor, Parvati pouted and shook her head. "It's a lost cause."

"You might want to try washing your clothes... or bathing," Hermione put in cheekily, taking in her friend's filthy attire.

"The pitch is quite muddy, thanks, and I had to go search out lost Quaffles." She pulled at her hair. "You'd think they'd spell the damn Bludgers to be picked up automatically." She shook her head and sarcastically added, "No, I had to deal with them, and they nearly beat me to death. I don't know how anyone can stand playing Quidditch! Especially women!"

"Well, if you are that miserable, just quit," Hermione said, summoning her trunks to her.

"I can't, Hermione," Parvati whinged. "It's the only time I have to see her and to try to talk to her. Maybe something will change, though now I am uncertain!"

"I think volunteering to assist her with her Quidditch training camp was a good idea, but honestly, look at you! You aren't happy about it at all," Hermione pointed out. "Maybe you should just come out and tell her what you feel."

"Nearly did today," she said. "And if I had, I would have made a fool of myself."

"Go on."

"She was healing a few of my bruises from where I'd been hit, and she was so close to me, her face inches from mine." Parvati sighed, lost in memory.

"And?"

"Her yellow eyes stared into mine for a long moment. She was saying how she truly liked my eyes, the dark pupils that are so black. She loved my long, dark hair. I sat up and told her that her hairstyle was great, short and grey, and that her yellow eyes were to die for." At this point, Parvati got real quiet.

Hermione stopped putting things into her last trunk and sat down next to her friend. "What is it?" She didn't like the slight frown on Parvati's face.

"I was leaning closer, closing my eyes, and placing my lips against hers when it seemed that she wanted me to." She covered her face with her hands. "We snogged for a few moments...and I've never been kissed so intensely...before she pulled away and started laughing, saying how I'd been hit in the head with a Bludger and she was sorry for taking advantage of me." Pulling at her hair, her friend added, "Then, we were off to Pomfrey's again. I listened to them talking while I had a lie down on a bed for a moment after drinking a vile potion! Rolanda said..."

"What did Madam Hooch say?" Hermione prodded, hand resting on Parvati's shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

"She said that she hoped word didn't get around about me trying to snog her! She said that she'd been saying she liked my dark hair and eyes because they remind her of her lover, and the next thing she knew, I was complimenting her and kissing her!"

Parvati's face was read with humiliation, and her eyes had unshed tears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Hermione said. "I never thought Madam Hooch had a lover."

"Neither did I," she said sadly. "She made it sound so... dirty." She sighed before continuing again. "I know that this lover works at the castle. Madam Pomfrey told Rolanda that she hoped her foul-tempered lover wouldn't try to hex me and was glad that I was no longer a student! Can you imagine?"

Hermione straightened. "A lover at the castle? Dark hair? Dark eyes? Obviously it's a professor, as she was glad you were no longer a student that would be hexed." She tried to think which women had dark hair and eyes.

"Yes, just like me," Parvati said miserably. "Hooch took up for me, though, and said that I'd been hit in the head and likely didn't know what I was saying. So, once I stood up, I thanked her for the potion and told her that my mind was much clearer. After that, I took off as quickly as I could." She bit her lip. "I could swear that she'd been trying to pick up on me, saying that about my eyes and hair, looking at me like she wanted to kiss me."

"You are a very pretty girl," Hermione said, hoping to mollify her. "She likely did, but she thought better of it since she's already involved with some other woman."

"Hermione," Parvati said, faltering slightly, "I don't think it's a woman. Besides, we never knew for certain that she flew on our side of the pitch, we only thought she did." Parvati shrugged. "I mean, yes, it's obvious that she does feel attraction to women, as evidenced by our kiss, but her lover... It's not a woman."

"Sorry?"

"I think... I think it's Professor Snape. I heard Madam Pomfrey saying something about him. She used his first name, Severus."

All of the blood rushed out of Hermione's face, and her mouth gaped open. Severus gave no indication that he was seeing anyone else in anything serious, and he certainly hadn't minded giving her a quick tutoring session on cunnilingus and fellatio. They'd even planned on becoming lovers while she apprenticed with him. Impossible.

"Well, it couldn't be. I would know."

"Why would you know?" Parvati asked angrily. "I certainly didn't know! Now, I've gone and made a fool of myself. I'm just glad that I have the excuse of being hit by a Bludger." She stood slowly. "Just be careful, Hermione. Don't let him know that you fancy him. Being rejected is bad enough, but being laughed at by the person you care for and their lover is just humiliating. They're probably sniggering right now!"

Having kept her meeting with Snape a secret, Hermione said, "I won't." If she was going to make a fool of herself, she certainly didn't want Parvati to know about it. She would find out if Hooch truly was Severus' lover. If she was, then she'd not try to come between them. That wouldn't be right. Surely he would have mentioned it. His words came back to her.

Sometimes I go off privately to do things on my own. I'll not be questioned, nor will I offer to tell you where I'm going or who I may be meeting.

Maybe he planned to slip off to meet his lover and not tell Hermione about it, getting the best of both worlds. Shaking her head in disappointment, she took Parvati's hand and got to her feet.

"What will you do now?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I'm going to keep helping with the training camp and getting to know her better. Maybe she's not in a truly serious relationship with Snape." Parvati shuddered. "No offense, but I really never imagined him to have any lovers. It seems he's a right magnet for women!"

Hermione nodded. "I hope there's been some mistake. Maybe I'll find out the truth," she said. "Let me know if you hear anything for certain."

"Will do," Parvati agree. "Do the same for me."

"All right."

Nodding to the trunks, Parvati said, "You start soon, eh?"

"Yes, I'm leaving to go to him tomorrow. Dumbledore is letting us stay at the castle for the remainder of this summer to start getting things ready, giving Snape time to get me ready for when the students come and to show me how Madam Pomfrey likes her potions brewed and stored."

"Well, I'm on the pitch a few days per week while the camp lasts. Maybe some evenings we can get together in Hogsmeade for a drink, maybe compare notes."

"Sounds good." So far she was winning the bet, as she'd already been more intimate with Snape than Parvati had with Hooch, but she didn't want to tell her friend that. Besides, she would have enjoyed a heated snog with Snape. He hadn't kissed her or even looked as though he wanted to. Hopefully, that would change.

Long after Parvati left, Hermione sat and simply wondered if she was making a mistake in pursuing Snape. He'd been up front with her and told her that he didn't feel anything for her in that way, wanting only a physical relationship. She was willing to do that. If something happened between them, so be it. She would welcome it, but she would not pressure him for anything...though she would be quite convincing that she was his equal in all ways... just in case. If nothing came of their time together, she would have no choice but to move on and use whatever knowledge she'd gained with him in her future.

However, if he was involved with Hooch, Hermione knew that she'd not allow things to go any further. She wouldn't want some woman to do the same to her, so she wouldn't resort to stealing someone's lover's affections. She hadn't really liked the woman when she'd taken her flying classes. She was too loud, blunt to the point of being rude, and quite domineering. That wasn't exactly honest, was it? She was very fair and seemed to like honesty...at least on the Quidditch field.

Sourly, she said aloud, "Are you involved with Snape, Hooch?" She wrinkled her nose as she pictured them together. Snape certainly had a lot to offer a woman, but what did Hooch have to offer him? It didn't seem right. She vowed to find out exactly what the nature of their relationship was... if she had to follow him on one of his outings!

Southern's Notes: Well, here is another chapter of the "vulgar and ooc" tale. There is another for sure...maybe two. Hope you are amused. Cheers!