Of Forbidden Fruit

A/N: Hello there! Happy Friday everyone :)

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable. ~Mark Twain

Severus was staring. He couldn't help himself. He stood in Hermione's body, just wearing her underwear, his eyes transfixed by the creamy swell of her breasts, the dark shadow and tell-tale raised points of her nipples as they showed through the thin white lace of her bra. His eyes followed her slim frame to her stomach, softly rounded with a raised mole just above the start of her right hip. Her knickers, plain white cotton with a strip of lace at the edges, covered her pubic area, but didn't disguise the splay of her hips or the firm, tempting flesh of her thighs. He looked up then and caught the flush in his cheeks and the look of lust in his eyes that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. With shaking fingers, her slipped the straps of the bra from the slim shoulders, and let the cups drop down to reveal Hermione's breast to his hungry gaze.

'Fuck,' he whispered, biting his lip unconsciously. Hermione's breasts were rounded but tipped up invitingly at the peaks, her nipples a pale caramel surrounded by dusky areolas. Without a thought, he ghosted the palms of his hands across her hardened nipples and felt a ripple of sensation go straight between his legs. Cupping the breasts, he stroked the sensitive skin and tweaked the nipples between his fingers, watching as he did so. The nipples became firmer and all more sensitive to his touch, and he couldn't help but moan lightly as he increased the pressure. He let one hand fall as if in a daze, sliding beneath the fabric of Hermione's knickers and slipping his fingers though the moist folds of her labia. Slowly, he explored, rubbing lightly over the nub of Hermione' clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure through himself. He paused and stared in the mirror, and watched closely as he removed the slick fingers and raised them to his mouth. He had often wondered how Hermione would taste, and given that he would never get the opportunity in his real existence, he simply had to. He licked his fingers clean and groaned deeply. She was sweet and musk and freshness and more... He needed more. With one last glance in the mirror, he turned and headed back into the bedroom, shedding Hermione's underwear as he went.

***

Hermione had Severus' nose in a book. The fire crackled, and she swirled a glass of Firewhiskey as she sat with her boot-clad feet on the table. She had spent a little time exploring the rooms, and couldn't deny a slight pang of jealousy at how warm and cosy they were. She resolved to smarten up the dungeon rooms when she returned there tomorrow, starting with the bedroom.

Severus had a double four-poster bed, covered with a thick, jewel red chenille blanket and deep purple bed linen. The bed hangings were ornately decorated in gold and purple swirls and matching tie backs and the rug beside the bed was a thick, white sheepskin. Hermione paused in her reading as she thought about the room, and she made a snap decision that she should embrace her experience of being Severus Snape and slip beneath his covers. She closed the book and replaced it on the bookshelf, doused the fire and the sconces and headed for the bedroom. She opened a couple of drawers in a futile search for pyjamas until the sickle dropped that Severus obviously slept naked. Hermione bit her lip and tried not to think about that too much, and remembering their agreement, she doused the candles in the room and started to undress in the dark. She fumbled with the buttons of his frock coat and struggled to get her feet out of the tight, dragon-hide boots, and wondered, not for the first time, why Severus insisted on dressing in such a constricted fashion. The air in the room felt slightly chilly to her bare skin, and she slipped between the sheets quickly. The feel of the satin against her skin made her sigh, and she had a sudden understanding as to the joys of sleeping naked. Snuggling down into the pillow, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

***

Somewhere between the bathroom and Hermione's bed, Severus had felt his conscience pricking him. He had promised to be respectful of her person, and even though in reality the body he wore was still his own, albeit Hermione-shaped, it seemed wrong on many levels to abuse the fact that he had unlimited and unsupervised access to Hermione's body. The fact that he was also curled beneath the covers of his old bed had also served to dampen his libido somewhat. There had been many a wank had in this bed, urgent and frantic at times. But this was something different. He cared for Hermione, and there was a part of him that hoped to sample the many delights of her body as himself.

Severus closed his eyes and wished for sleep, and tried as hard as he could to ignore the throbbing of his nipples and the tingling between his legs.

***

Hermione woke abruptly from her dream, her breathing rapid and her vision slightly blurred. Unlike her nightmares, this dream had been surprisingly enjoyable, even though she had awoken before the good bit, as always seemed to be the way. It didn't take her long to realise that Severus Snape was all man, and that she was sporting a rather impressive erection. Her face flushed at the thought of it, and she couldn't deny the urge to have a look. But she was still Hermione Granger and she refused to just lift the covers. She threw back the bedclothes and headed for the shower, where she would have no choice to look at Severus' nakedness but would feel more justified in doing so.

Hermione let the water run for a few moments, forcing herself to keep her gaze on her task. She stepped briskly into the shower and let the warm water run over Snape's sinewy arms, and then let her eyes drop downwards. Snape's cock bobbed slightly as she gasped aloud. She had expected him to have some length, given that he was so tall, but the girth was a surprise. He wasn't hung like a horse, as Lavender Brown had once speculated, but he was certainly plenty enough for Hermione Granger. Unable to stop her inquisitive fingers, she cupped the testicles experimentally, noting their weight and the feel of the skin stretching taut at her touch. She wrapped her other hand around the shaft of Snape's cock and gripped slightly. She closed her eyes at the immediate desire to move her hand up and down the length, and she shifted the skin over the purpling head, feeling a shot of lust as her thumb passed over the ridge beneath. Her mind was immediately taken back to her dream, and coherent thought abandoned her. Her hand started to move swiftly, and she leant her head against the wall of the shower as her hand pumped even faster. In her mind, she imagined Severus thrusting his hard length inside her, his face twisted with desire, and with a harsh, guttural cry, she felt her orgasm spill from her. She opened her eyes in shock and watched as the milky come dripped over her hand and down the wall of the shower to be washed away.

'Bugger it all to hell,' she moaned lowly, feeling totally ashamed of her actions. Severus was no doubt being more than respectful to her image in the dungeon, and she had just abused the trust he'd placed in her. Perhaps it was something to do with being male, but it had felt that once she hard started, rational thought disappeared and she simply couldn't stop. With a shake of her head, she decided that the only thing she could do was look after his body as best as she could from this moment on. She summoned the special shampoo she had created for him and proceeded to test it out, trying as hard as she could to ignore the sense of mellow contentment that followed the orgasm. She didn't know how she would be able to look Severus in the eye again.

***

Severus had awoken early and spent a leisurely hour browsing through the stack of books beside Hermione's bed. He had chuckled to himself when he realised each book fell open at particularly fruity sections of the story they held. He found himself unconsciously brushing his hands across Hermione's nipples as they hardened, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his hand drifting south. He closed his eyes as his fingers quested for their prize, and as he brushed lightly against her wet, sensitive clit, he bit his lip at the sensation of pleasure that rippled through him. Abandoning all pretence, he kicked the covers from the bed and spread Hermione's thighs wide. He found the entrance to her passage and dipped a finger inside, then thrust deeply. The sensation of having something inside him was interesting, but not enough. Hermione's fingers were slim, and as his inner walls clenched, he felt the need for something fuller. He summoned his wand and cast a spell to thicken the end of the shaft, and then inserted it. He groaned at the sensation, and whispered a spell that caused the shaft to vibrate. His fingers sought out Hermione's clit again, and he started to stroke in firm, steady circles across the firm bud. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm somewhere deep inside, and the sensation of the wand intensified with each flick of his fingers. A low wail came from his mouth, and his legs began to tremble as he was suddenly gripped by the waves of the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He gasped as he removed the wand, fascinated despite his pleasure as the orgasm continued to dissipate slowly. The sensations were different, but just as satisfying as his usual orgasms, and he sighed as a languid sense of boneless lethargy washed over him. He lay in the bed for a few moments longer, until he felt the sensation filter back into his legs, and he couldn't help but grin as he walked slowly to the shower.

***

Phoebe Gilroy arrived at breakfast early, anticipation flooding her veins. She helped herself to toast and jam and a large glass of pumpkin juice, but she couldn't concentrate on her breakfast. She was far too excited.

'What is going on with you, Gilroy?' Hector Bulstrode asked dryly. 'You seem to have Acromantula's in your underwear this morning.'

'I'm fine. Christmas is coming. I'm just looking forward to getting home, that's all.' It wasn't a lie. There was only a week left of term, and Phoebe couldn't wait to get home and spend time with her mother. She missed her desperately when she was at school, and there were already plans in place for shopping and expensive lunches together. Phoebe was interrupted from her musings when the side door to the Great Hall was flung open and in walked Professor Snape. Phoebe smiled to herself, knowing that this was really Professor Granger, and she watched with undisguised glee as her professor walked with purposeful strides to the teacher's table and took a seat beside the Headmistress. She watched as the professor glared out over the hall as if daring any student to look in her direction, and then began to eat a bacon sandwich with the deft, fine fingered movements that were so typical of Professor Snape.

Professor Granger entered then, her hair bouncing as she walked. She paused and took a seat between Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, said a brief hello to the former and then began an animated conversation with the Charms professor.

It all looked perfectly normal, and Phoebe wanted to applaud them both for what was obviously a successful deception.

***

Hermione and Severus left the Great Hall together, as was often their wont. No-one batted an eyelid as they walked side by side towards the dungeon, Hermione walking that little bit faster to keep up.

'For God's sake, Granger,' Severus hissed in a whisper. 'Do you have to walk so damned fast?'

'If I want to pass as you then yes, I do,' Hermione replied with a smirk. They arrived at the dungeon and Hermione opened the door and walked straight in. Severus glared at her with his hands on his hips.

'What happened to chivalry?' he asked pointedly.

'I always enter before you, Professor Granger. Hadn't you noticed?' Hermione's eyes sparked with amusement and it was clear to Severus that she was enjoying their transformation, and was perhaps emulating him far too much.

'How long before we change?' he asked, changing the subject.

'Any minute now. I worked out the timings perfectly,' she replied.

They waited. And waited some more. After twenty minutes, Hermione started to frown and pinch the top of her nose. It was a gesture Severus knew all too well. It was almost time for classes to begin, and Severus looked at Hermione in obvious panic, only to be met with a face stoic and unreadable.

'It appears we have a problem,' she murmured slowly.