Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ THE MOST POWERFUL URGE OF ALL ❯ Aftershocks ( Chapter 3 )

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A/N: Hey, third chap coming up way sooner than expected; my dear beta-reader was very diligent and had a night shift to get my stuff corrected. Thank you, Gabby-Freak! :-)) If there are still any mistakes, dont hesitate to point them out in a PM; English is not our mother tongue.

So guys, I hope you enjoy my final chap; I tried really hard to let the characters act more or less believable (desisting from the already rather unrealistic plot^^) and not too much ooc.

Anyway - as promised before - here comes the smut youre all so eagerly waiting for! ;-) Please let me know if you enjoyed it!^^ Thanks!

+ + + Chapter 3 - "AFTERSHOCKS" + + +

Hermione reclined her head, closing her eyes again. This was all about feeling, less about actually seeing. It gave her shivers as she felt the Professor encompassing her hips, then eventually...slowly entering her whilst subduing a throaty moan.

Well, well - so it DID have an effect on him, too! Finally an emotion! Hermione thought, embracing the fact that Snape's self-control was crumbling little by little. So he was human after all...

Though moistness definitely being no problem, the intrusion felt different to Ron's, not as hasty, yet slightly more painful as she felt her inner walls being stretched far wider than she was used to. At the last few inches he pushed harder, than stilled for a moment to let her get used to him.

Ron would have been probably half way done by now so Hermione relished every second of this new and oh so exciting experience. Being with an older man seemed to be something she could benefit from a lot. An unexpectedly lecherous moan escaped Hermione's lips as she realized that it was just this she had been craving for all the time; simply this. No matter how improper and forbidden it might be.

Her hips in vice-like grip, Snape started thrusting into her, setting for a steady but teasing pace while the solid mahogany desk creaked and moved with any of his movements.

Blinking, Hermione realized the pleasure his face displayed, his eyes closed, a joyful smirk on his trembling lips.

For a second she wondered what was before his mind's eye, but then Hermione remembered again that it was none of her business. This weird situation was not about closeness or devotion, let alone the simple fact that none of the two had bothered getting rid of more clothes than necessary.

There was no need of getting emotionally connected, no real desire for touching or exploring each other. Regardless how prosaic and unromantic it might appear - this was plainly a long overdue release of tension, although obviously no longer just for her, and that was it.

How can something that feels so good be so terribly wrong?

The resonating sound of salacious groans and whimpers filled the room as Snape suddenly recalled Miss Granger's former request to "make her hate him". Very well then, that she should get...

He glanced down at a lust-ridden Hermione, squirming and whimpering beneath him, meeting his every thrust in joyful uxoriousness.

The significant harshness and deadness returned to his facial expression as he started pounding into her more violently. Startled, Hermione opened her eyes in shock, gasping.

"Now don't you dare not looking at me, Miss Granger." Snape hissed through clenched teeth, his glance piercing and terrifying all the same. His pace became even more erratic.

"What does it feel like..." He asked contemptuously while thrusting deep. "...acting like a cheap whore? Getting used by your odious headmaster?"

Hermione bit her lower lip in embarrassment, her pulse hammering in her ears.

How dare you, bastard?

But Snape even upped the ante. "Wondering what Potter and Weasley would say, if they saw you like this...or Dumbledore?"

That was all it took. The humiliation was just perfect. All of a sudden Hermione's back arched, her upper body leaping forward. She couldn't help but instinctively clutch Snape's torso tightly, her distorted face buried against his chest as she felt a tremendous orgasm wash over her. Leaving her mind completely blank...

Hermione's high-pitched scream of relief and the unexpected change of angle also set an end to Snape's composure, swiftly emptying himself into her with a guttural sound as he felt her clench around him uncontrollably. Much to his own surprise, he hugged her back at that very moment, rocking her tenderly till the aftershocks of her climax had subsided.

Too ashamed to look him in the eye, Hermione simply snivelled, not yet capable of comprehending or being able to get out of her system what had just happened.

Recovering first, Snape broke the awkward silence. "Enough to hate me?"

Hermione slowly lifted her head, finally having the courage to look at him without abashment. "Enough to release me." She answered, swallowing hard but with a sated sparkle in her eyes. She broke the embrace and so did he, pulling out of her, both then re-arranged their clothes and garments in mutual silence.

"Um, I...I'd better be going now." Hermione said silently, sliding down from the desk and heading towards the door.

"Miss Granger?" Snape's authoritative voice and behaviour were now back to what Hermione was used to from class.

He opened one of the drawers and her wand appeared. "Your wand. Wasnt that what you came for in the first place?" Absolutely no emotion than the characteristic arrogance could be recognized in his demeanour. It was like nothing had ever happened.

Hermione grabbed her wand and was already halfway out the door as she reluctantly turned on her heel.

"Professor Snape?" She smiled shyly. "Thanks." Hermione paused. "For everything. Good night, Sir."

"Good night, Miss Granger."

THE END.

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