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It was supposed to be a secret, really. Stolen glances and lingering touches between two consensual adults working within the same office shouldn’t garner much attention, unless of course, they were one Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. As sharp as they are as individuals, noting their overwhelming accolades and slicing wit, many assumed they would be able to maintain a secret, especially one of a personal nature. Alas, a small weakness has developed in their unwitting love-induced brains.
“Do you reckon they would arrive together?” Lavender pondered aloud.
The office was empty, a norm in recent days given that it was the holiday season and Christmas was only around the corner. At this point of the year, the ministry officials were more interested in gossip than work.
“Definitely,” Parvati chimed, smirking, “a cup of coffee in each hand. Hermione will be absolutely besotted. You know how she is when she’s in love. Bouncy curls, matching sets of clothes and being relentlessly affectionate. And Snape, can’t believe I’m saying this but he needs to revert to his mean, sour demeanour. Each time Hermione walks past him with her little wave, he goes immediately soft.”
Lavender pursed her lips, intrigued.
“Soft how?”
“Blushes like Rudolph’s nose. One would think he was in need of medical attention with how red he turned.”
“We are talking about the Snape?”
“Absolutely.”
“Let’s not forget the fact that Snape practically drooled when Granger wore that skin-tight dress,” Pansy added.
“Oh, the sexy burgundy dress with thigh-high slits?” Lavender prompted.
“Yep, that’s the one. She looked smoking.”
“Makes me wonder if Snape is a virgin. What do you think, Pansy?” Pavarti asked.
Pansy made a face of pure disgust.
“I refuse to think of him in any sexual situation. Granger can do all of that on her own, thank you very much.”
“Oh, come on!” Lavender whined, “you're the closest person to him here.”
“He was my head of house! And he was essentially everyone’s father in Slytherin. Do not make me think of him in such a manner.”
“Please, Pansy! I have no intention of doing any work for at least the next foreseeable hour.”
“I’m not disrespecting Snape like that!”
“Snape is also just a man! He would’ve had fucked someone—”
“Euh no!”
“Just hazard a guess!” Parvati injected impatiently.
“What do I get in return?”
Lavender rolled her eyes.
“Ever the scheming Slytherin.”
“The least I could be when you expect me to spill filth on one of my favourite people!” Pansy protested.
“I’ll finish your paperwork in the next three hours, and not a minute more. But you would’ve to tell us every detail,” Parvati conceded.
“Fine.”
“Well?”
“There were several female Death Eaters that could’ve done the deed with him?”
“Honestly!”
“What the hell do you expect? That man was a delinquent!”
“But he was a spy!” Lavender objected.
“I never said he wasn’t, Lav. I’m just saying in his youth, his only contact with women was probably within the rungs of Death Eaters.”
“So who could have possibly slept with him?”
“There’s the Black sisters.”
Lavender’s mouth inelegantly dropped open.
“Mrs Malfoy and Voldemort’s psycho bride?”
“Close your mouth. They were beautiful, you know.”
“Can’t deny that,” Parvati agreed, shrugging when Lavender gave her a look.
“There was a Rosier lady if I could recall. As beautiful as the Black sisters. Wonder what happened to her.”
“So he might have a string of lovers?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Pansy acknowledged, “Snape’s intelligent, powerful and inexperienced when he first started, if you catch my meaning.”
“Despite you know…”
Pansy narrowed her eyes.
“Despite what?”
“Well…” Lavender’s tone decidedly pitched higher, “he is an exquisite taste that only our dear Hermione would lust after—”
“Tell that to the Slytherin girls eyeing him during our years in Hogwarts.”
“You too, Pansy?”
“Not really.” She sighed, “I had my unfortunate eyes set on the Malfoy heir.”
“So women might just want him because they are simply intrigued? So in no way can Snape be a virgin?” Parvati cut in.
“Probably not. Besides, I’ve heard of riveting initiation processes. Sex magic, those of ill repute and the likes.”
“Damn. Dark witches and wizards really do have more fun.”
Ding!
The lift doors opened revealing the couple. There was a deliberate space between the two, wide enough to ward off any suspicion but much too close for the average colleague.
“Now, let’s confirm.”
Eyes blatantly drifted to scrutinise the duo, not that either of them realised. Hermione was speaking animatedly, discussing salient points with an unmistakable sparkle in her eyes whilst Severus patiently listened. Though, it didn’t take long for Parvarti to be prove right. A well-meaning hand reached to adjust the wizard’s lapels and in an instant, bright red pervaded his pale skin.
“Oh, my!” Lavender squealed.
“Shh!” Pavarti hissed, though the triumphant glint in her eyes shined through.
The commotion clearly reached their ears for the couple pulled apart just as quickly, surveying the empty office with keen eyes just in time for the meddlers to swiftly return to their seats, withholding their laughter.
“He’s a fucking tomato!”
“I’ve never seen him that red!”
“He’s a virgin!” Pavarti whispered.
“What the hell is going on here?” Hermione thundered.
“Hey, love! Lavender exclaimed, “what are you doing here?”
Hermione frowned.
“It’s a work day.”
“Oh! So it is!”
“I could hear the three of you gossiping.”
“To be fair, Granger, you were rubbing your budding relationship in our faces,” Pansy intervened.
Hermione looked affronted.
“What! How could—”
“Oh, come off it, Hermione,” Parvati chided, “we aren’t blind. Besides, the both of you couldn’t even hide it acting like some love-sick teenagers!”
“It’s so bloody obvious!” Lavender agreed, nodding vigorously.
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose in obvious irritation.
“Look! Now you’re even copying his mannerisms!”
“Shit.”
The three ladies snickered.
“So, how has it been?”
Hermione grabbed the nearest chair and plopped down.
“It’s very, very new,” she confessed, “he has been wonderful, courteous even and I’m full of nerves.”
“Have you gone on a date?” Pavarti asked.
“Have you had sex?” Lavender intruded at the same time.
“He could be a virgin!” Pansy added, a few beats later.
Hermione breathed out slowly.
“No. No. And I don’t think he is.”
“How would you know?”
“Yeah. Did you ask?”
“He kisses well, doesn’t he?”
Hermione ignored their inquisition.
“I’ve initiated a date this Christmas. He’s amenable to it. And that’s all I’m divulging.”
Pansy eyed the woman suspiciously.
“Oh, Granger, you’re going to fuck the living daylights out of Snape, aren’t you? It might not be his first experience but you’ll do wonderful, love.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s a high-stakes date turned sex on Christmas. Think about it.”
Parvati clicked her tongue, “Oh, don’t do that to her. She will be too caught up with anxiety. Although, it could really be his first time or he could defintely be an experienced lover. Who’s to know? Just manage your expectations.”
The uncertainty ate at her.
“Right.”
“Oh, Hermione, wear the burgundy dress! Trust us. He’s bound to salivate over your long, lean legs wrapped around his arse,” Lavender helpfully advised.
Hermione should give Pansy credit for having had an accurate assessment of how her date night would end. She had every intention to devour and relish the man before the clock struck twelve.
Be it his first time or his first time in a long time, she would want him to experience pleasure like never before. As such, she had planned their first date purposefully. To be held in her house. Cooked his favourite meal, which she found out to be Hogwarts’s Christmas dinner with treacle tart as desserts. She dressed as recommended by the ladies, paired with lingerie she purchased from Madam Malkin’s.
It had been a long time coming. She had been single for far too long. And there’s this maddening itch that seems to grow when in proximity to the wizard. The irresistible desire to pounce on the man and fuck him senseless till he comes, shaking like a leaf.
“Hermione?”
The crisp white shirt Severus wore this evening was dead sexy. Who would’ve thought a simple shirt with rolled-up sleeves and casual, tight jeans would be enough to heighten her arousal. He had even brought her very lovely tulips. That combination was sufficient to surge her libido up to the skies.
“Hermione?”
“Hm?”
The sexy man quirked his brow. An earnest smile pulled the corners of his lips.
Fuck me.
“This is a lovely meal. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.”
Severus made a move to clear the plates.
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
“You cooked. I clean.”
As if Severus couldn’t get any hotter, she was sure her knickers were already soaked. There was something captivating about watching the man cleaning up without the use of magic. And that arse wrapped in denim was a gorgeous sight.
Gingerly, Hermione peeled off the straps to her dress, letting the silk fabric pool to her feet.
“Severus?”
The cutleries slipped into the sink with a loud clang. Severus’ eyes widened and his throat turned dry, decidedly aware that all blood had run south.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled.
Hermione approached tentatively. Hands slid against a strong chest. She watched with rapture at how quickly his pale skin bloomed red.
“So, I’ve heard,” she teased.
His reaction was just as swift as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kiss scorched her soul, lighting ablaze every latent desire she had for the man. It didn’t take much to gather how desperate his endeavours were. His greedy hands explored the expanse of her lithe body, pushing her brassiere up to expose her naked breasts. She heard him groan before his kisses turned rogue, lips hurried against hot skin, nipping the columns of her neck, following the trail down her breasts.
He sucked her nipples hard, a jarring effect that had Hermione lightheaded as she melted into him, in a drunken pleasure haze. The man was nearly folded in half, lips burning as he licked and nuzzled her skin. Her fingers dove into his hair and she watched with heavy lidded eyes at his reckless torment of her breasts.
“I want these off,” he whispered harshly.
Rough hands tugged the delicate material of her knickers, snagging against her skin. Hermione whimpered at the slight sting but was placated with a tease of his fingers insinuated between her thighs.
“Fucking hell. You’re sopping,” Severus groaned softly.
He had not expected such a crude comment to slip past his mouth as he met her dazed gaze. A sultry look of unadulterated pleasure danced in her honeyed eyes as he pressed his fingers deep into her cunt, thumb frigged her clit at a fevered pace. He watched with near obsession as her lips parted and her hips bucked uncontrollably to his rhythm.
She came in his hand, moaning as if she lost herself, brutally aware that the Slytherin had his mouth over her cunt and would never miss an opportunity to taste her.
Hermione felt the keen buzzing pleasure around her ears. Severus pressed gentle kisses around her face as she recovered, murmuring words of love.
It was supposed to be her job to render the men defenseless yet she was overcome by his indulgence. He was going to pay tenfold. Her competitive streak reared hard. Oh, she was going to make him sorry and near demented after she gathered her bearings.
Her eyes fluttered open to a guilty man.
“I apologise for —”
“Shut up.”
Hermione didn’t hesitate to lunge at the man, smothering him with kisses as she led him to the living room and down to the nearest sofa.
“Take off your jeans.”
Severus plopped down heavily, taking notice of the woman before him. Oh, he was undeniably attracted and in love. A lucky bastard, through and through, admiring a completely nude Hermione removing remnants of her torn knickers. Her curls were wild. Her beauty knew no bounds when she all but climbed atop him and stole his breath yet again.
“I said — Get. Naked.”
He yelped a little when she ripped his shirt open with little finesse, buttons popping in a pinging repertoire. She all but tore away at his jeans and pants, leaving him bereft and hard.
God, he loves this maddening woman.
“You don’t have to—”
Too late, Hermione sank to her knees and whatever protest died at the back of his throat when she took him sweetly in her mouth.
“Fuck,” Severus swore raggedly, back arching as his eyes crossed in pleasure.
It felt too fucking good that he had his fingers wrapped around copious curls, fighting the natural impulse to rut into her mouth. Though his restraint faltered each time she had her mouth stuffed full with his cock, levelling him with a look that turned his insides into mush.
“Please,” he moaned helplessly.
His plea was answered when Hermione reluctantly pulled away, showcasing a wanton display when she slowly licked the underside of his shaft, leaving a tendril of saliva in her wake. She crawled up to him with intent written all over her features. Her kisses were addictive, a searing ache that went straight to his throbbing cock as she ground against him.
“Have mercy,” Severus whimpered.
He missed the salacious smirk across Hermione’s lips when she slipped him in, eyes rolling to the heavens, distracted by the tight heat that engulfed his cock.
She was fucking wet, tight and hot. His vision swam giddily when Severus forced his eyes open to the fascinating sight of Hermione riding his cock as if her life depended on it. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, claws out to cling to his skin. If he had only loved her then, now he was absolutely consumed… enthralled by one Hermione Granger.
She was hyper-focused, hips rolling to a rhythm that he could never match, a machine intent on bringing him to the cusp of pleasure in mere seconds. The fact that he could register that she was fucking him into oblivion was a feat in itself.
Then, it all went dreadfully wrong.
The first pain was sharp and blinding. Severus felt the tip of his cock dislodged by her grip. His ears rang in alarm and he was positive he had screamed hoarse as the affliction assailed his very soul.
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”
Hermione had never moved faster, scrambling to her feet at the sound of a crack. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what she had done to the poor man. His cock was bent at an odd angle, swollen and bruised.
“Oh, shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! I broke it! I broke your cock! Oh my God!”
She went to him with panic, eyes wild.
“Don’t touch me!” Severus shouted, immediately wincing.
Hermione jumped, startled.
“What do I do?! What do we do?! I’m sorry! I am so, so sorry, Severus! Oh, this is bad. This is so fucking bad! On our first date! During the first time we ever had sex! Oh God, on Christmas, of all days I had to break your beautiful… beautiful cock!”
“Miss Granger!”
She jumped again. Tears had welled up in her eyes and she had reverted to biting her nails.
“Calm down and listen to me, love.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. Okay.”
“It is not your fault, I promise,” Severus breathed slowly. The initial shock seemed to have worn off, “but you’ll need to stun me and bring me to St Mungo’s immediately. Could you do that?”
“Stun you? You mean put you in more pain!” Hermione cried.
“No, no! Granger! Look at me!” He hissed. If he weren’t in pain, the very sight of him slouched naked against the sofa with a wilted cock would’ve been hilarious, “trust me on this. Take your bloody wand and just knock me out. And I’ll not take no for an answer. Do you understand me?”
Hermione could only nod.
The hospital lights were uncomfortable as his eyes adjusted to its glare, blinking away the dark edges of his vision. Hermione appeared in his line of sight, her face concerned. He could make out streaks of tears and a reddened nose.
“Severus?”
His lips pulled into a smile.
“You waited.”
She pressed a hand against his cheek.
“Of course I did.”
“Is my cock fully numb?”
Hermione chuckled.
“Yes, Padma reassured me.”
Severus carefully rose to a seated position, flinching at the slight twinge as his hurt cock made contact with the bare sheet.
“Apparently not enough.”
Her shoulders dropped.
“It still hurts? I’m sorry.”
“It’s just sore. Come here.”
Severus gently tugged Hermione’s wrist and pulled her to sit at his bedside. He cupped her face and wiped the strayed tears away.
“It was an accident.”
“I know but I still hurt you, not to mention ruined our first date.”
“Nothing magic couldn’t solve. And there will be more dates to come.”
“It would take weeks before you’re healed.”
“I gather you’re impatient, Granger. As you know, I have other skills,” he teased.
Her face flushed pink.
“Be serious, Severus. It could’ve ended badly and I could have lost you.”
“No one ever dies from a penile fracture. It would be pathetic to do so.”
Hermione swatted his chest.
“I was really worried.”
He softened, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear.
“I know.”
“I feel stupid,” Hermione confessed.
“Why is that?”
“It’s the girls in the office.”
“The insufferable trio?”
Hermione snorted.
“They got in my head about creating the perfect date, an unforgettable sexual experience on Christmas.”
“Well, they aren’t wrong. I don’t think anyone else could injure me in such an exhilarating manner. If it weren’t for the fracture, I would have had the best sex of my life.”
She grew even redder but there was an unmistakable pride twinkling in her eyes.
“I should add the reason for senseless screaming during sex to the list of my achievements.”
Severus exhaled a laugh.
“A rare accomplishment, indeed.”
There was a moment of quietude that Severus took full advantage of. He pulled Hermione closer and kissed her on the lips. He felt her sigh against him, a moment of quiet surrender as the kiss deepened. The familiar warmth suffused in his bones and the unmentionable ache in his groin returned.
“Fuck,” he groaned and withdrew.
Hermione’s eyes grew wide.
“Did I hurt you again?”
“You are one intoxicating woman.”
“What do— oh.”
Her eyes travelled south, noting the slight stiffness underneath the thin sheet. Hermione pulled to her feet, a smug smirk across her face.
“Should I leave?”
“I’ll be grand, just don’t go bending over—”
She did exactly as forbidden, displayed her tight, shapely arse for his purview.
“Good Merlin!” He hissed, head falling back to the pillows,“there’s only so much a man can cope with!”