Parts III & IV

PART III: YOU'RE TRYING TO SCARE ME CELEBATE, AREN'T YOU?

Hermione felt whatever sex drive she thought she had rapidly disappearing. She didn't think she'd ever look at Professor McGonagall without bitterness again. The Upper Sixth and Seventh girls had been barraged with statistics and overly technical explanations of the dangers of sexual intercourse, diseases, and pregnancy from the moment they set foot in the Transfiguration classroom. It was quite clear how McGonagall was approaching the task of informing the girls about sex. She was trying to scare them all into a life as spinsters and completely take all the fun out of sex to start with!

"Sexual intercourse," said Professor McGonagall, squeezing her eyes shut and looking a bit sick at having to say those words, "is a means of procreation only. However, the miracle of life, once conception has taken place and gestation has begun, is a life-threatening situation for the expectant witch. Statistics show that sixty-eight per cent of witches and forty-seven per cent of children die during childbirth. For that reason, a witch has a two in three chance of dying while giving birth. Now... yes, Miss Granger?"

Hermione lowered her hand and checked her notes quickly before speaking. "Those statistics sound far too high, Professor. Shouldn't those numbers have gone down with the modern medical advancements? Muggle numbers have dropped drastically with the advent of better prenatal care. I should think St. Mungo's has a successful prenatal care unit, don't they?"

Professor McGonagall looked pained at being called to task on her tactics. Indeed, the numbers she provided to the girls were at least thirty-five years old. But they didn't need to know that. "I assure you, Miss Granger, I am qualified to teach this course. Now if you please, keep your questions to yourself. We may get through this with as little pain as possible if you do."

That evening the Upper Sixth and Seventh girls were in a right foul mood. Hermione threw her bag beneath the table and shoved Ron aside to make room on the bench. "What's twisted your knickers?" he asked as she speared a potato on her knife.

"Nothing is ever going to twist my knickers again! That woman has practically put a chastity belt on the lot of us! And she's thrown away the key, too," she grumbled, causing Ron and Harry to break into grins. "I feel so sorry for Luna and the other girls who are pregnant. She's scared them to death with all her talk of how many witches and babies die during labor. Minerva McGonagall should not teach sexual education to anyone but a bunch of old biddies!"

Harry nearly choked on his steak and kidney pie as Hermione's shrill voice nearly carried through the entire Great Hall. He regained his composure and flashed her what he hoped was a sympathetic grin. "Sorry about that, Hermione. If it makes you feel better, Snape's class isn't all that great either."

"Liar," Ron shot back, his fork halfway to his mouth. "That's the best class we'll have all year. Never thought I'd be going to Snape for sex advice."

"What do you mean you're going to Snape for sex advice?" she asked, her curiosity peaking. "You'd think he was absolutely pissed at having to teach that class."

"Humiliated as hell to hear him talk about it. But he says he'll be damned if he has to teach us Sex Ed and we don't learn something useful from it."

And so it began. Every Tuesday and Thursday they would traipse off to their respective classes, the boys with less trepidation than the girls. While Professor Snape continued to instruct the boys on the finer points of sexual prowess, Professor McGonagall continued to pound home the idea that the girls could die if they had sex. By the end of September, the girls who were pregnant were in tears almost constantly. The boys, however, were quite vocal about how comfortable they were in Professor Snape's class.

That's it, Hermione thought on the first Monday of October. I'm going to find out exactly what's so great about that class!

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PART IV: ARE YOU IN NEED OF A PRACTICAL DEMONSTRATION, MISS GRANGER?

She thought that Harry and Ron would never leave. Hermione had waited in the Gryffindor common room all through the afternoon break for a chance to sneak up to the boy's dormitory. She had told Professor McGonagall at breakfast that she wasn't feeling well and to not expect her in class this afternoon. Now all she needed was to get into Harry's trunk and get down to the dungeons before Professor Snape started class.

Must be my lucky day, she thought as she slipped through the door leading to the seventh year boys' dorm. Harry's trunk was sitting at the foot of his bed, the lock hanging open. Hermione could barely contain her glee at her plan going so well so far. She pushed open Harry's trunk and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak, letting the cool fabric slide through her fingers. Okay, five minutes to get to the dungeons. I think I can make it.

Hermione threw the cloak over her head and rushed as quickly as she could through the castle, trying her best not to run into anyone or draw attention to herself by doing something stupid. She was terribly out of breath by the time she made it to the queue outside of Professor Snape's classroom. The door had just swung open and the boys were filing inside as Snape scowled at them.

"Hurry up, we've got a lot to cover today. We weren't able to cover half of what I wanted to during our last meeting," Snape grumbled as the last of the boys stepped by him into the classroom. Hermione barely made it through the door before Snape slammed it shut behind him. She sank onto a stool in the back corner and waited.

"Cunniligus," said Snape from the front of the classroom, leaning against the edge of his desk. "If I recall correctly, we were able to engage in a brief discussion of the subject during our last class period. Now we shall go into a bit more detail on how to do this correctly."

Hermione gasped aloud before she could catch herself and cover her mouth. Snape's dark eyes flashed toward the corner where she sat and lingered there for a long moment. Fear spread through her as he smirked and turned back to the class. He knew she was there! She was certain of it. He was going to swoop back there, his dark robes billowing, and pull the Invisibility Cloak off of her. He would humiliate her and send her to Professor McGonagall, who would surely write her parents and put her in detention.

Much to her surprise, however, Professor Snape continued on with his lecture. "The most important thing is to remember that you are trying to please your partner. Do not force them to participate in cunniligus if they are not comfortable with the idea. Assuming that you do have a willing partner, there are certain actions that are almost universally appreciated by females who receive cunniligus.

"Number one. You yourself must be confident in what you are doing. Make sure that your partner enjoys the sensations, yes, but do not stop every two seconds and ask for their direction. Follow the cues that they give you non-verbally. For instance," he said, holding out his hand and beginning to count his points off on his fingers. "Pay attention to her moans and sighs. She will usually clue you in rather quickly on what she enjoys the most. If she is indeed enjoying your attentions, it is most likely that her hips may begin to move against your face. Again, I must stress that you must be comfortable with what you are doing. If you are not, she will not enjoy it, and she would be very unlikely to return the favor later on.

"Number two. Once you have taken note of what your partner enjoys, concentrate on those particular areas. Some women would rather have their partner penetrate them with their tongue. Others prefer to have their partner suck on their clitoris while penetrating them with their fingers. The importance of paying attention is paramount if you wish to please your partner."

His eyes fell on Hermione again, and she felt as if he could see right through the Invisibility Cloak. Her face was warm with the blush rising up her cheeks, and her thighs were clenched together against the sudden throbbing in her sex. She had read about cunniligus before, so the information wasn't all that new. What was new was hearing it spoken of in that voice of his. No matter how clinical and modest he was being in his descriptions, he certainly had a stain in her knickers by now.

"Number three, and do try to remember this one! If you are feeling particularly amorous once your partner has reached orgasm, do seek her permission to kiss her before you do. Some women find the thought of being kissed on the mouth directly after receiving cunniligus a disgusting thing. Others don't mind it so much. Again, pay attention to you partner. The key to pleasing your partner and being pleased yourself during sex is to pay attention to each other."

Hermione's heart was pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it in the front of the room. She felt as if she couldn't catch her breath, and it was getting unbearably hot beneath the cloak. His voice was settling around her, the deliciously forbidden way is mouth wrapped around the word orgasm was enough to nearly make her do such a thing. On and on he went, for the entire period, explaining to them the best way to go about pleasuring their partners. He was quite adamant about the technique of tracing the alphabet or spelling their partner's name over her clitoris with their tongue. The thought of Severus Snape on his knees between her thighs and spelling out her ridiculously long name with his tongue nearly drove her insane. She clasped her legs tighter together to ease the throbbing, but only succeeded in putting more pressure on her swollen clit.

The bell rang over their heads, and the boys began filing out of the room. Hermione scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily, and carefully made her way across the back of the room toward the line at the door. She was glad that she had been excused from the rest of her classes because she was sure she'd need a bit of time to herself after hearing all that. It wouldn't have surprised her if she had a stain on her skirt.

The last of the boys had slipped through the door as Professor Snape came up behind her. There was a wave of his wand and the classroom door slammed shut, the gust of wind rustling the Invisibility Cloak enough that her shoes became visible for a moment. Hermione held her breath and steeled herself. She knew she had been caught. This was it: she had made it six years and had...more often than not...kept her curiosity at bay. But not today, no, she was going to lose her position as Head Girl and quite possibly get kicked out of school.

His long, slender fingers snatched the fabric of the cloak and pulled it away from her form. He tossed it aside as he grasped her shoulders and turned her around to face him. His breath caught at the positively wanton sight that met his eyes. A faint blush suffused her cheeks and her bottom lip was swollen from her constant habit of nibbling on it. Her hair was tousled over her shoulder from the sudden removal of the cloak and her eyes were dilated until only a thin ring of amber was visible. Her chest was heaving as she tried to regain her breath, the rise and fall of her pert, young breasts drawing his attention.

He smirked and began backing her against the door. The idea of having the perfect little Gryffindor Head Girl sneaking into his Sex Ed class was enough to have his blood boiling. He was surprised he could still think straight, as much of the blood in his brain had diverted to other regions of his body. "I take it you enjoyed my lecture today, Miss Granger?" he purred as her back made contact with the door. He loomed over her, holding her gaze but keeping just out of reach.

Hermione looked at him dumbly for a moment before nodding firmly. The throb in her sex was practically unbearable now that he was so close to her. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, making the air around her stifling. Her fingers itched to reach out to him, but she was petrified of what he would do if she moved.

Severus watched her for a while, easily reading the play of emotions and thoughts over her face. He stepped forward until he was flush against her, knees to chest, and smirked when she gasped at the erection pressed into her soft belly. "Would you like a practical demonstration of today's lecture, Miss Granger? Or would you prefer to go back to your room and take care of your situation on your own?"

Tingles shot through her at his blatant reference to her pleasuring herself after listening to his lecture. She breathed deeply, pressing her breasts into his chest and squirmed at the jolt that shot from her taut nipples straight to her core. She swallowed and licked her lips, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered on her upper lip. "I, uh... I think I... um, I may have misunderstood that bit about the alphabet, Professor," she stammered, keeping her eyes locked with his. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks and looked at him sheepishly. "Would you mind... um, you know... showing me?"

Before she could register what she had said, Severus growled and swooped down on her. He pinned her against the door as he kissed her feverishly. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it for a moment before tracing his tongue over the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She groaned and opened to him, returning his kiss more enthusiastically than he could have hoped for. She arched up against him and he slipped one arm around her back while the other twined in the curls at the base of her skull.

He pulled away, panting for breath, and looked down into her upturned face. Her eyes were still closed, her glistening, swollen lips parted slightly. Severus was afraid she had fainted until she opened her eyes and stared happily up at him. "Nobody should be able to kiss that good. It's a sin, that is," she mumbled before hooking her fingers behind his neck and pulling his lips back to hers.

Severus absently waved his hand to lock and ward the classroom door against intruders and to prevent anyone outside from hearing what was going on. He crushed her against him and began backing away from the door toward the nearest table. He maneuvered them until the back of her thighs made contact with the edge of the table. She pulled away from him, panting and looking positively delectable.

Drawing his wand, Severus stepped back from her and pointed it at her stomach. He murmured a quick charm, replaced his wand in his robes, and moved back to her. He slipped his hands beneath her arse and lifted her onto the table, splaying her thighs open as he did so. "Better safe than sorry, as the Muggles say," he murmured, pulling her jumper over her head and making short work of the buttons on her blouse.

He pushed the blouse off her shoulders and arranged it on the table behind her. He bunched up her jumper into a ball and guided her down onto her back, placing the makeshift pillow behind her head before tracing his fingers over her satin covered breasts. She groaned as his thumbs grazed over her sensitive nipples. He smirked. "It seems you learned that lesson particularly well. And what would you do if I did this?" He leaned over her and kissed the soft swells of her breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth. He laved it with his tongue and sucked gently, growing harder by the second as she gasped and moaned as he gave her other breast the same attention.

Severus met her eyes and grinned at her. He slipped his hands beneath her skirt and pulled her knickers down her legs. He straightened and brought them to his nose, growling at the smell of her arousal. Dropping her knickers on the floor, he pushed her skirt up, laying it over the gentle curve of her belly, and knelt at the end of the table. He was just tall enough to manage the maneuver, as his shoulders were level with the edge. He slipped off her shoes and took in the surprising erotic sight of the Hogwarts Head Girl draped over his lab table in her knee socks, her satin bra stained with his saliva and her skirt thrown over her stomach.

"Put your feet up on my shoulders, love," he murmured, his breath washing over her wet core as she did so. Before she knew it, Severus' mouth had descended upon her, lapping his tongue along the length of her slit. He dipped into her opening and was rewarded with a shiver and a moan. He moved up to her swollen clit and began tracing her name with slow, light strokes. Her hips began to buck and he wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her still. She began chanting his name as she climbed upwards and exploded, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Oh dear gods, that's a sin, too," she moaned as he stood up and braced himself on the table. She looked up at him, his lips and chin glistening with her juices, and growled. She hooked her hand behind his neck and pulled him down against her, kissing him long and hard. He lowered himself down onto her, his cloth-covered erection nudging her sensitive button. She trembled as an aftershock ripped through her and gasped. "I suppose I should take care of that for you, hmm?"

Severus trailed kisses over her jaw and neck as he rocked his hips against her. "If you'd like, but I'd prefer if you would stay right where you are." He kissed her again and stood up, unzipping his trousers and pushing them off his hips along with his boxer shorts. When he leaned back over her, she opened her thighs as far as she could and scooted to the very edge of the table. She held her arms open to him as he thrust into her, sheathing himself fully. He pounded into her frantically, his forehead against hers as she held his weight against her.

Hermione was overwhelmed by how erotic the feeling of his almost completely clothed body against her was. She rocked her hips against his as she began spiraling upwards again. She came undone when he kissed her roughly, plundering her mouth just as he plundered her core. She broke away from him with a scream, his name on her lips as her muscles clenched around him. He followed her with a grunt a moment later.

They lay that way for a while trying to catch their breath. After a moment of silence, he kissed her softly and straightened, slipping out of her as he did. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, waiving his wand and muttering a cleansing spell. He handed her knickers to her and they dressed in silence.

Hermione pulled her jumper over her head and was surprised when Severus pulled her hair from the collar. When she turned to him, she smiled softly and gathered Harry's Invisibility Cloak in her arms. "I believe I understand now, Professor. Thank you for your... tutoring."

Smirking, Severus kissed her forehead and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Nonsense, Miss Granger. You will report here twice a week for further tutoring until I have deemed you have a firm grasp of the subject."

Blushing, she flashed him a more assured smile. "Yes, Professor," she said, slipping the cloak over her head and disappearing from sight.

Notes from The Mistress: Hope you all enjoyed this blatant reason for a little Hermione/Severus smut. Now, on to the important stuff... PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE VOTE FOR ME! I'm quite willing to share Severus for a bit if you do! ;)