Getting More Than His Duty

Disclaimer: I've borrowed some of J.K.R.'s characters and am using them in a little tale.

I'd like to thank my brilliant beta, Charmed Nay, for finding the time to beta for me, even though she has a busy schedule lately.

Hermione couldn't believe that she and Snape had shagged. Never in all her years would she have believed that if someone had told her. Harry had utterly aroused her and left her frustrated. She'd been horrified when Snape first stumbled out from behind the tapestry, but when she'd heard the desperate slurring of his voice, she'd decided that there would be nothing wrong with having sex with him. Sex between consenting adults was allowed...even if one of the adults happened to be her arsehole, ex-professor. Besides, there was something intriguing about him. She'd naughtily been wondering if he'd thought about the pair of knickers he'd touched days before, and if so, what had he thought of them? The scene replayed over in her mind on more than one occasion. The raising of his eyebrow, the silkiness of his voice, and the momentary shock on his normal austere expression were engraved in her mind.

And now, here she was, straddling him and leaning over to kiss his lips lightly. He'd already sated and explored her body. She was of the mind that she should return the favor. Sliding off of him, she noted his quickly dismayed expression. "One moment," she said, quelling his question. She snatched his wand from the nightstand and handed it to him. "A couple of Cleansing Charms if you don't mind. It appears that my wand was left in my rooms."

"Very well," he said, eyes glinting as he said the charms that saw their bodies clean again.

Instead of handing the wand back to her, he slid it beneath his pillow. Hermione said nothing. Moving between his thighs and lying atop him, making certain her skin touched his as she kissed him again, parting her lips and inviting his tongue to join hers. She loved the way his mouth moved against hers. Though his lips were thin, they were firm and aggressive, and if she wasn't careful, she would always long to kiss him when he would come near her.

The feel of his hands crushing her body to his urged her on. Her lips left his and nibbled their way down to his throat, sucking and laving along the way. She bit his chest, eliciting a growl from him. Enthused, she continued on, pinching and licking his flat nipples, forcing them to bud. She was glad that he didn't have too much body hair upon his chest as she rubbed her cheek against it, enjoying the light tickle against her skin. She followed the trail of hair down to where it thickened.

She felt him suck in a breath as she passed by his erection, the side of her facing brushing it lightly. No, he would have to wait before she would return that favor. She wanted to explore him as he'd done for her. She bit, sucked, and licked her way down to one knee and made her way back up along his inner thigh. His pale skin was firm beneath her mouth, encouraging her to touch him all the more.

Hands found her hair and twisted roughly, causing her to wince. She shook them away and nibbled her way up to his scrotum where she allowed a quick swipe of her tongue to antagonize him before making her way over to the flesh of his other inner thigh, causing him to squirm and groan.

"Hermione..." he pleaded, hands now groping at his sheet.

She'd never heard him speak in such a tone and felt... smug that she could elicit such unrestrained need from him. As she suckled his skin, she brought one hand up to lightly brush over his hardened penis, eventually running the tip of one of her fingernails around its head and down the long, thick shaft before moving back up again.

He arched into her and blurted, "Good Lord."

Maneuvering herself, she whispered, "No... good Hermione," before using her tongue to follow the path that her finger had created.

"Yes, yes," came his breathy reply. "Show me how good."

She blew a hiss of hot air over him just before her mouth closed over the tip, sucking with her lips and laving with her tongue as her head moved down. Hermione smiled inwardly as his body began responding to her: hips moving, legs stiffening, hands groping, and voice cracking as it muttered incoherently. She brought a hand up to fondle his scrotum and used a nail to scrape her way down towards his arse, causing him to buck. Quickening her head's movements and bringing her hand up to hold the base of his penis to help steady it, she did her best to make him groan and ache for release, watching him all the while.

When he lifted his head to look down at her, she didn't stop, wanting him to see her watching his expression as she pleasured him.

"I'm so close," he admitted.

This would not do. She wanted to ride him and have her body help him find release, not her mouth. She slowly came to a halt and smiled as he protested momentarily. Crawling up his body, she straddled him once more, a hand guiding his hardness into her body. "Oh, now that's... good," she murmured, easing down onto him.

"Indeed," he said, sharply thrusting upward.

It didn't take long for her to find a rhythm, and though he tried to dominate her strokes, she maintained her own speed, grinding herself against him each time she took him all the way in. "Oh," she gasped as his hands began kneading her breasts, thumbs and index fingers pebbling her nipples. Hermione could take no more and felt excitement building within her. She arched back and away from him, bracing her hands behind her on his legs as she continued to ride him enthusiastically. The moment one of his fingers stroked her clitoris, her orgasm exploded, causing her to cry out loudly. "Severus! Yes, fuck, yes..."

When she lost her steam, his hands held her at the waist, and he continued thrusting up into her until he grunted with release. She watched as his eyes closed, and his face contorted as his climax found him. After his movements ceased and his face relaxed, she collapsed atop him, placing her head on his chest. She could hear the fast-paced beating of his heart and wondered if her own sounded similar.

Severus shifted under her, causing her to look up at him. His eyes were still closed, and when she moved, his arms tightened around her. She knew he wanted her to remain as she was. She couldn't say that she was all that eager to move either. However, she did want to kiss him. She adjusted herself just enough to kiss his jaw. This caused his eyes to snap open and gaze her way.

"Kiss me," she demanded lightly.

She needed only to say that, and his head lifted to reach hers. Their kiss was slow and unhurried, but she could feel her stomach tingling. The man reminded her of an incubus from a story she'd read. Though she'd enjoyed making love to Ron and even to Harry, it was never quite so... intense or sensual.

He cleared his throat to speak when she ended their kiss and put her head back on his chest. "So what now?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. She knew that she wanted to be with him again, but she didn't want to appear too needy. It might turn him off. "What do you want? Shall I go back to my quarters?"

"You may stay this night," he said. "Perhaps in the morning..." His voice trailed away, leaving an open invitation.

"If I'm not too sore, and if you're up to it, oh, yes, definitely," she agreed, giggling slightly. "And thank you. I needed this."

"As did I."

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Harry stretched and yawned loudly. "Sorry. I got to sleep a bit late last night," he said. "Now, today, I wish I could be back in bed."

"Go on then," Hermione said dismissively before sipping her orange juice. "We don't have anything to do today."

"Hermione, I regret not being with you last night. I just couldn't bring myself to do it," he said, searching her eyes for disappointment. "I went back to my room and thought things over. I wanted to go back to yours, but I figured that you'd already turned in. Tonight," his hand slid across the table to grasp hers, "I won't make that mistake again." He grinned when she looked up at him, eyes wide. "I know. You thought I'd never come round."

"Well, considering how you acted last night, I thought you didn't want me," she said, squeezing his hand. "Am I to understand you want me? Always?"

"Er..." He was confused, but he knew he couldn't lose her. "Let's take things one day at a time, Hermione. We need to learn to live alone now that Ron's gone. It'll be awkward, but I think things will work out."

She looked away and nodded, pulling her hand from his. "And what brought about this epiphany?"

"Snape," he said, smirking at her shocked face.

"Did... did he talk to you?"

"No," Harry said, leaning forward. "Last night, he had one of his lovers in his rooms with him and forgot to put a Silencing Charm about his quarters. They kept me up for a couple of hours, and they woke me early this morning." He shook his head and laughed. "I didn't know he had it in him."

"Nor did I," Hermione quipped.

"You heard them, too, then?" he asked. She only nodded so he went on. "Ha! I'd bet it was Hooch. Isn't she one of the only females here at the castle this summer? Surely he wouldn't bring someone from Hogsmeade over." She remained silent. "What d'you think?" he asked anxiously.

Leaning back, Hermione brought her hands up to her face. "I think Harry that there is something you should know before we decide to move our relationship along."

Harry's smile faded. He didn't like the resigned tone and worried expression upon her face. He was about to urge her to go on when their ex-Potions master graced them with his presence at their breakfast table.

When the man noticed their expressions, he cocked an eyebrow at Harry, and said, "It appears that I've interrupted something. Don't mind me. Carry on." He took a sip of the juice before him, took a slice of toast and bit into it, and hid himself behind the early edition of the Daily Prophet.

"Er... It's all right, Hermione. We can finish this later."

She shifted in her chair, took a sip from her own glass, and said casually, "No, this is perfect. Perhaps we should discuss this now." She tapped the back of Snape's paper, causing him to lower a corner and peer out. "Professor, perhaps your input would be appreciated. Care to listen in?"

Harry stifled a displeased groan as the man he affectionately and privately called the Great Fucking Bat of the Dungeons lowered his paper and looked between them expectantly. Just fucking great. Why does he need to be in our business?

Southern's Notes: So now Harry wants something more. Dang it! His timing is quite off. I wonder what Snape will think about this.

Quote from HP and the GOF: "What d'you think?" he asked anxiously.