Chapter 1: The Waiting Is the Hardest Part

What is she planning? he wondered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His dinner sat untouched on the table before him as he pondered what the future might hold. He was long overdue for one of her trademark surprise attacks, and the anticipation both thrilled and unnerved him. A patient man only where the brewing of potions was concerned, Severus Snape was not inclined to be quite so patient when it came to the satisfaction of his physical needs. And as it had been more than two weeks since the last time his most pressing need had been met, he was even further disinclined to wait.

I know she's up to something, he thought, as he gazed around the crowd of students assembled in the Great Hall that night. But what? His eye surreptitiously sought out one student in particular, and he gazed at her longingly from behind the curtain of unruly black hair covering most of his face.

With the passing of her 17^th birthday that past September, Hermione Granger had reached the age of majority in the wizarding world, and she and Severus had finally been free to consummate the relationship they had at first tried to deny - and then to hide - since her 5^th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though an innocent before she met Snape, she had quickly proven herself to be surprisingly inventive in all matters sexual, initiating situations and maneuvering them into positions which made for the most mind-blowing sex Snape had ever had. She was far more aggressive sexually than he would have thought possible, given her straight laced, bookish demeanor in all other aspects of her life. They couldn't get enough of each another, and their sessions were often long and steamy, reducing them both to little more than buzzing, sweating heaps sated to their very cores.

Mid-term exams had just finished, and Snape hoped that now that the academic pressures which had disrupted their exciting games had passed, they would soon be re-establishing their relationship. At least, that had been her promise the last night they had been together. Pressed up against him in the Restricted Section of the library, she had unbuttoned his shirt to the waist, cupping his balls with one hand while stroking his broad chest with the other. "This will have to be it for a while," she sighed, nipping at his earlobe. "Mid-terms coming up, you know."

He nodded wordlessly as her hand contracted over his stiff cock, and she registered the quickening rise and fall of his chest beneath her palm with satisfaction. Pushing her robe aside, he allowed his hand to glide over her breast, focusing his attention on the generous nipple riding high atop it. "I want to fuck you right here," he growled, fantasizing about pushing her against the dusty stacks of books and hiking one of her legs in the air, plunging into her slippery gash while she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for the ride.

She laughed huskily. "Didn't you get enough last night?" she asked, chills prickling down her spine as he trailed his lips along her jawline.

"Never," he replied sincerely, nuzzling the notch at the base of her neck. "Come back to my chambers with me. Now."

"I can't," she insisted. "I have to go." But she made no move to leave as he pulled her forward by the hips and ground the proof of his need against her. She allowed him to kiss her deeply one last time before pulling back. It took all the self-control she possessed to resist him standing there like that, so delectably sensual with his bare chest covered with a thin film of perspiration, his long hair tousled where her fingers had run through it. His lips looked bruised and swollen from their frantic kisses, and she could only imagine what she must look like herself. "I'll make it up to you after exams," she whispered. "I promise."

And for two weeks, he had not seen her except in the classroom and at meal times. Having her in his dungeon classroom - so close by and yet so far from his reach that she might as well have been in a neighboring galaxy - had been an unbearable stress on him. To her credit, she did nothing overt to tease him during class. She was far too conscientious a student for that, and recognized that distracting him could result in someone getting hurt - or worse. But even without any conscious effort on her part, he found himself unable to concentrate on the tasks at hand, keenly aware of her every move instead. Each time she stirred in her chair, crossing or uncrossing her legs under the table, he imagined he could catch a tantalizing whiff of her musky fragrance. The hard-ons she had induced had forced him to spend most classes ensconced behind his desk rather than prowling around the room as usual, and his frustration at not being able to have her resulted in a veritable avalanche of lost house points.

"Man, what is up that that stupid git lately?" Harry had demanded of Ron and Hermione as they exited class after a particularly vicious display.

Ron's face was flushed bright pink. He had been the unfortunate soul who had suffered the brunt of Snape's anger that afternoon. "Asshole," he muttered. "I wish he would just get himself laid and leave us the fuck alone."

Hermione burst out laughing, unable to stop or explain herself to her friends all the way back up to Gryffindor tower.

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Hermione had not been in the Great Hall for lunch that afternoon, Snape noticed. Probably in the library again, he thought as he made his way down to the dungeons for his combined Gryffindor/Slytherin class. As was his custom, he waited until all students had taken their seats before slamming the door open and stalking to the front of the room. When he turned to face the class, two things became immediately evident. First, the only students meeting his eye were Slytherins, which was par for the course. All of the Gryffindors were either looking down at their desks or studying points on the wall above his head.

Second, Hermione's seat was empty.

"Where is Miss Granger?" he asked coldly.

No one answered.

"Mr. Potter!" he barked. Harry's head snapped up in response. "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Where is Miss Granger?"

"In the hospital wing, sir," Harry replied, shifting nervously in his seat. "She's been there since this morning."

"I see," Snape said, sniffing disdainfully, but on the inside he was concerned. I hope she's all right, he thought fervently. It was getting difficult to maintain his façade of contempt for the girl, but he knew he had no other choice. "Open your books to chapter 9 and read the information on memory potions, paying particular attention to the section on Jobberknoll feathers," he instructed. There, that ought to take a good half an hour, he mused as the classroom filled with the sound of shuffling pages. He settled down behind his desk and picked up his quill, a stack of 7^th year essays in front of him waiting to be graded.

He was halfway through correcting the third of these essays when his mind began to wander, wondering again when he would get another chance to feel Hermione's legs wrapped around his waist. Something brushed against his inner thigh, and he swiped at it absentmindedly, chewing the tip of his quill. A moment later, he felt another, more insistent touch, almost as though someone were kneading the sinew high up on his leg.

Frowning, he reached into his lap. His hand bumped up against something solid, but when he took a quick glance under his desk he saw nothing. He groped the object situated just beyond his knees, his frown deepening into a scowl as he failed to identify it. What the hell is going on? he thought, scooting back his chair a bit to get a closer look at exactly what was under his desk.

He reached forward again, and this time caught hold of something which felt like a piece of cloth, though he still could see nothing. He tugged at it a bit and was surprised when it tugged back. Somebody was there. And then it dawned on him what was happening: someone had secreted themselves under his desk using Potter's Invisibility Cloak. To his knowledge, only three students in the entire school were aware of the Cloak's existence, and two of them were sitting in his class at this very moment, relieved at how peacefully class had progressed thus far. That left only one possibility as to who had set up this pleasant ambush.

He pulled his chair back under his desk, pulse accelerating. Bending his head over the now forgotten essays, he spread his legs apart as far as he could given the confines of the space under his desk. Immediately, he was rewarded with the ghostly feel of her hands working their way up the insides of both thighs. Inexorably, she teased her way toward his tightening crotch, squeezing and pinching the taut muscles as she went. Hot bursts of moist air dancing along the top of his right thigh led him to know she was kissing her way up, as well.

Soon she had reached the sensitive juncture where his legs met and nuzzled it with her face, nipping delicately at the fabric of his trousers. He stiffened in his seat as she jerked the buttons of his fly open. It was extraordinarily erotic to be caressed in this manner by an invisible lover, especially in so forbidden a location. He thanked the gods that his desk completely blocked the class's view of him from about mid-abdomen down as she worked his erection loose and wrapped her small hand around it.

It was getting more and more difficult to maintain his air of academic concentration as she held his thick shaft in one hand and stroked the silky head with the other, running the length of her hand over it from the tips of her fingers to the base of her palm and then back again. Shivering with delight, he sat back in the chair a bit, opening his legs yet wider to her. Surreptitiously, he coiled his hand around Hermione's invisible fingers, silently urging her to pump him in the manner he liked best. It was a delicious feeling, and his breathing became shallow as he struggled to preserve the appearance of a hardworking - if somewhat bored - teacher of young minds.

"Professor?" came a voice from the room in front of him.

Snape's head snapped up at the sound and he scowled angrily in the direction of the speaker. "What is it?" he snarled, his voice rough-edged with lust.

The color drained from Pansy Parkinson's face at his tone, and she swallowed hard before speaking again. "I? I have a question about Veritaserum, sir," she said timidly. Snape knew the young Slytherin was nearly as scared of him as Neville Longbottom was.

"Quickly, girl," Snape replied. Pansy took the hint and launched into a long, meandering question, speaking rapidly as if trying to finish before she lost her nerve.

Snape did not hear even a single word of her question, however, because Hermione had also taken the hint, and as Pansy began speaking his phantom lover took his aching erection into her mouth. He gasped as the warm softness moved across his flesh, thick tongue caressing the large vein on the bottom of his engorged organ. Recovering quickly, he transformed the gasp into a series of loud coughs, unnerving Pansy so badly she stuttered a few times and trailed off in mid-sentence. Snape bowed his head quickly and pinched the bridge of his nose as though incredibly annoyed that she had dared ask such a ridiculous question.

"Can anyone answer Miss Parkinson's question?" he asked irritably, not looking up. He was now so deep in Hermione's throat that he imagined he could feel the head of his dick tickling her tonsils.

"I can, sir," Draco Malfoy piped, and Snape waved vaguely in his direction, casually dropping one hand into his lap to guide Hermione's movements. From the first time she had given him a blowjob, Snape thought Hermione had been born to suck cock. The changing pressures, angles and suction she employed astounded him. As Malfoy droned on in his typical haughty manner, Hermione drew her head back until only the sensitive apex of Snape's penis was standing on her tongue. She suckled the tip for a moment, then plunged all the way down the shaft again until her nose was pressed firmly into Snape's abdomen. She repeated the pattern over and over again, bobbing up and down on the potion master's dick like a well-oiled piston.

Finally he could take it no more. "Enough, Mr. Malfoy!" he shouted, startling everyone in the room. "You have obviously not been paying attention at all in this class," he continued, with utter disregard for the fact that he had not heard a word of Draco's explanation. "I am sick and tired of wasting my time with this class, and I have no desire to continue doing so. Go, all of you. And I want you to prepare a six-inch essay on the various uses of Jobberknoll feathers in memory potions for next class. Now get out."

Somberly, the students got to their feet and shuffled out of the room, the braver ones muttering under their breath. Snape was thrilled to be able to combine his two favorite activities by deducting 5 points from a Gryffindor student for insolence.

When the last of the students had filed out, he used a locking charm to secure the door behind them. Hermione scrambled out from under the desk, throwing the Invisibility Cloak off her shoulders. She wore only a camisole trimmed in white lace, and Snape was amazed at her daring for walking through the castle like that, Invisibility Cloak or no.

"Did I surprise you?" she asked impishly as the cloak fluttered to the ground around her feet.

He grunted, pulling her into his lap and devouring her mouth in response. She molded her body against his and giggled into the kiss, inordinately pleased with the results of her scheme. She dropped one leg on either side of the chair so she was sitting astride him, her slick pussy just centimeters from his straining prick.

His need for her was intense, and as quickly as his fingers could manage it, he pulled the camisole over her head and flung it away, then bent his head so his tongue could find her nipple. She moaned and arched her back toward his warm mouth, her body on fire now, aching. Squeezing his erection with her thigh muscles, she held his face firmly against her breasts. He pulled back, blowing a stream of cool air on the nipple until it hardened, then encircled it again with lips, rolling the hard flesh between them. She bore down on him harder, rocking back and forth in his lap, her gratification already beginning to build. He repeated the treatment on the other nipple, trying to slow down the pace and make it last, but the feel of her grinding into him was becoming unbearable.

Finally unable to wait any longer, his plunged one hand downward, finding her wetness, pressing harder against her. He carefully ran his index finger between her labia, following the path until it was buried inside her, the heel of his hand flexing against her clit. She leaned back slightly to allow his fingers easier access, moaning as he manipulated her expertly.

With the dual pressure of his fingers deep within her and his mouth tugging at her nipples, her orgasm wasn't long in coming. She peaked high and hard, and he continued tantalizing her in order to make the delightful sensations last as long as possible.

When her orgasm finally faded, she smiled at him and kissed him deeply. "I've missed you, Severus," she murmured.

"And I you," he replied, as she grasped his cock and pulled it upright, then rose on the balls of her feet to position it between her lips. Slowly, she settled down onto his throbbing dick, working it into her body carefully to enhance the pleasure for both of them. Snape pressed down on her hips in an attempt to impale her faster, but she knew from experience she had to go slowly. Inch by inch it disappeared until she felt his balls bouncing against her ass.

The feel of him sliding into her, opening her up, made her gasp and throw her head back. Slowly, she ground her hips against him, reveling in the contorted expression of pleasure that came across his face. She teased him mercilessly, varying the speed with which she moved, slowing down when he seemed ready to climb the peak and speeding up when he calmed a bit. He stopped moving altogether and leaned back, eyes closed to ride the waves of pleasure. After a moment, he placed the fleshy pad of his thumb on her clit and began massaging it, knowing she would not permit his release until she came again.

With a groan, he levered his head forward and caught a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it hard, dragging his teeth along its sensitive tip. The combination of him filling her, sucking her, touching her, was too much. Her second orgasm burst upon her, filling her whole body, and she grabbed the back of his head, crying out his name. Her body wracked as spasm after spasm hit and he continued stroking and sucking her until she pushed his head and fingers away, raw and pulsating. Then she paused for only a moment before bracing her feet firmly on either side of the chair and riding him like a wild horse, seeking now to give him the release he so richly deserved.

Though she had been tight at first, her juices had spread, easing the path, and she now slid up and down on him easily. Over and over he found himself thrust in and out, the pressure building to the breaking point. He felt his orgasm approach, hot jism racing up his shaft, and grabbed her hips in his hands, grinding her into him. The head of his cock grew huge inside her, then his hot fluid spurted out, filling her.

Eyes screwed shut, he rode through his orgasm, stamping his foot against the floor. His throat was raw from the guttural noises he made. When it was over, neither moved, but he could feel their co-mingled juices spreading across his abdomen and upper thighs, the viscous liquids pooling in the space between their bodies. She collapsed against his chest, still gripping him deep within her, and together they waited for their breathing to slow.

"I told you I would make it up to you," she whispered, nestling her head against the curve of his neck.

He enfolded her in his embrace, the pressure in his balls finally relieved. "Oh no," he panted, caressing the soft, bare skin of her shoulder. "You still owe me. One fuck does not make up for two weeks, my dear."

"I was hoping you'd say that..." she sighed.

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