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Title: Winter Snow
Author: (anonymous for now)
Summary: A cold December night holds everything Hermione Granger believed she would never experience. A tale of Yuletide, desire, and a meddling Madam Hooch.
Prompt: Hermione believes (based on plenty of experience) that it's impossible for a man to bring her to orgasm. Severus makes it his mission to prove her wrong.
Prompter: [livejournal.com profile] hikorichan
Warnings: None really, other than lotsa smut!
Notes: Enormous thanks to my betas, Lenaa1987 and MelodyLePetit, and to the Mod for creating this fantastic new fest.



But you came like a winter snow
You were quiet
You were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

Unknown

Shouldering his way through the crowds at the bar of the Three Broomsticks, Severus Snape finally managed to place his order. Christmas Eve was always a busy night at Rosmerta’s pub, and this year was no different. Most of the staff had gone away for the break as this year, for the first time in memory, no students remained for the holidays. Severus reflected on the change as he waited for his order. These holidays promised to be a real break for him for once. No patrols in the middle of the night, no emergencies in the Slytherin common room for him to deal with, and most of all the freedom of knowing that for once, he was genuinely off-duty. Like all children at boarding schools, the students of Hogwarts didn’t much care about rosters and schedules. If they saw or heard a member of staff, that person was automatically on duty. It was exhausting.

And so Severus had two blissful weeks of quiet solitude, broken only by Christmas dinner, ahead of him. The few remaining teachers were ones towards whom he felt a degree of warmth – Rolanda, Pomona, Minerva and Poppy. He felt something more than warmth towards the final teacher staying at school over the holidays – Professor Hermione Granger, the new Arithmancy teacher. What she’d been doing over the years prior to joining the staff in September, he didn’t know, but by Merlin he had received the shock of his life when Professor Granger entered the staff room for the first time. Gone was the skinny, wild-haired girl who had plagued his potions classes. In her place was a small, curvy woman who smiled readily and engaged in thoughtful, intelligent conversation. He was gratified to see that the wild hair remained. Outwardly, Severus treated her exactly the same way he treated the rest of the staff – he was courteous, polite and mildly friendly. In his imagination, however, he alternated between fucking her six ways from Sunday and curling up on his worn leather sofa with her, book in hand as they read the days away. In short, Severus was smitten.

He caught the eye of the attractive owner of the Three Broomsticks. “Six Firewhiskys, please.” Madam Rosmerta poured his drinks with her usual efficiency and passed them along the counter. Withdrawing his leather pouch, Severus counted out the coins. “And whatever you’re drinking, Rosmerta.” Madam Rosmerta favoured him with a cheeky wink that made his cock twitch slightly in his trousers. Merlin, but it had been a while.

He made his steady way back to the staff table at the back of the pub, jostled every now and then by fellow revellers all determined to make the most of the festive season. Placing the tray of drinks carefully on the table, he indulged himself with a good look down the front of Hermione’s loose Muggle shirt before he sat down. It was Christmas, after all.




Rolanda Hooch started it, of course. Rolanda always started it. He thought he might have heard this particular story before. Apparently, the Appleby Arrows had been a hotbed of sin and vice, with Rolanda at its centre. On reflection, perhaps she hadn’t told this one before; Severus was quite sure he’d have remembered hearing about the Keeper begging to be buggered with his own broom. Severus winced. Despite their obvious phallic symbolism, brooms weren’t as smooth as they might appear, and the thought of having one inserted up his arse wasn’t pleasant. Turning his attention back to the conversation, he was a little taken aback to hear Minerva describing, in great detail, the time Alastor Moody had shown her exactly what all the fuss about cunnilingus was.

“And I maintain to this day that the best orgasms come from the mouth of an attentive and enthusiastic man, wouldn’t you agree, Hermione?” she finished loudly.

Hermione sighed. “I couldn’t say,” she muttered.

Severus started. Surely she wasn’t…?

Poppy asked the question Severus was thinking. “You...surely you aren’t a virgin, Hermione?”

“Oh, Merlin no! It’s just that, I don’t know, there must be something wrong with me. I’ve never been able to orgasm with a partner, no matter how hard I try,” she explained.

“So you’ve never had one?” asked Poppy.

“Oh, I’ve had plenty,” laughed Hermione. “But they were all by my own hand, so to speak.”

Severus’ cock twitched again, rather more enthusiastically this time. He made a mental note to store that image for later. But in the meantime, he had a question of his own.

“Why do you assume there’s something wrong with you, Hermione?”

“Well, if it was one bloke, or even two or three, I might think it was them. But I’ve had sex with seven different men and it never happened. I did wonder if I might be gay, so I slept with a girl from my old work, but still no go. Oh, and I’m definitely not gay!”

Severus nodded, putting away the image that she presented with not a small amount of effort. “I can see why you would think that, but I maintain it was the fault of your partners, not any shortcomings of your own.”

“Why don’t you give her a tumble then, Severus? Go on, put your galleons where your mouth is,” shrieked Rolanda with a raucous laugh. Severus gave her his best ‘Professor Snape’ glare, which had little effect. Was he losing his touch?

"Thanks, Rolanda,” said Hermione, slightly flustered, “but I can sort out my own sex life. And for the moment, Bob and I are quite happy.”

“Bob!” exclaimed Severus, rather more loudly than he’d meant to. “Who’s Bob?”

Hermione blushed. “Err, my, err, Battery Operated Boyfriend. Except he’s charmed, because batteries and Hogwarts…” she trailed off. Severus smirked appreciatively. Another image to save for later he thought.




Hermione thought she would die of embarrassment. Sitting next to the very man who featured regularly in her masturbatory adventures, calmly discussing with him her inability to orgasm. Merlin’s hairy balls, could it get any worse?

Yes, in fact, it could get worse. Bloody Rolanda. It was always bloody Rolanda. Offering up Severus’ services like he was a bloody stud bull, servicing a cow. The poor man, all he wanted was an end of term drink or two, and here he was being pimped out to Hogwarts’ answer to Bridget Jones. And then she had to go and mention her vibrator, which wasn’t even called Bob! It didn’t have a bloody name, for fuck’s sake! What was she thinking?

Deeply engrossed in her brooding, it took a few moments for Hermione to register the warm presence of a large hand on her thigh. Her heart thumped wildly as she recognised the long, slender, strong fingers of Severus. As she watched avidly, the hand gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, and the middle finger softly circled above her knee. Hermione glanced up at Severus, who seemed utterly absorbed in whatever convoluted story Poppy was telling. His fingers, however, continued their leisurely exploration of her tights-clad leg. Her breath caught when his hand crept under the hem of her skirt and wandered higher. At the sound, Severus turned to her and raised his eyebrows questioningly. She swallowed, her heart racing at the desire she saw in his gleaming black eyes, and nodded her permission. A faint smile crept across his face and he turned his attention back to Poppy. His fingers grew bolder now, only inches away from her quim. Hermione reached her own hand down to her lap and caught his hand in hers and circled her middle finger in his palm, echoing his earlier movements.

Suddenly, Hermione couldn’t stand it any longer. She caught his eye, winked, and stood up abruptly. “I think I’ll head off now. Very, um, tired. Might have an early night, I think.”

Severus gazed up at her. “Would you like me to accompany you? It’s quite a dark evening.”

“Oh, only if you’re ready to come.” She hadn’t meant to be suggestive, but his stifled chuckle made her laugh.

Together, they said their goodnights and left the pine-scented pub for the still crispness of the Scottish winter.




They walked in silence for a few minutes, until the lights of the village were behind them. As the snow crunched under their feet, Hermione spoke. “Severus, why are you doing this?”

Severus stopped walking and pulled her towards him. “Because I’m very attracted to you.” He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. Leaning down, his lips grazed her ear. “You are an incredibly sexy woman. I’ve thought about this many times.” His tongue darted out and licked the shell of her ear. “I’ve thought about kissing you, and suckling your breasts, and biting that delectable arse. I’ve wanted to do all kinds of unspeakable things with you. So, Hermione, let me ask you the same question. Why are you here, with me?”

The deep, beguiling timbre of his voice had Hermione shivering with anticipation. “You heard me mention my vibrator before?”

“Oh yes, I heard that.” Severus grinned wolfishly.

“Well, every time I use it, there’s only one man I think of. Only one man I imagine kissing me, suckling my breasts, biting my—actually, I hadn’t thought of that, but I like the sound of it—and it’s you, Severus. You’re the man I think of when I make myself come.”

Severus gave a guttural moan and sucked Hermione’s earlobe into his mouth. As he nipped gently, Hermione felt a corresponding jolt, as if it were her clit between his lips. She groaned and pulled him around to her mouth, kissing him deeply.




Severus had never felt his cock fill and harden so quickly as it did when Hermione said that he was the man she thought of when she made herself come. In an effort to avoid barrelling her into the snow drift behind them and fucking her senseless then and there, he suckled her earlobe. In a flash she was kissing him, her tongue promising all kinds of carnal delights as it entwined sensuously with his own. He slid his hands under her cloak, finding her ripe, round arse and pulled it towards him, bringing her belly into contact with his straining erection.

“Shall we take this to another location?” she asked. “Only I don’t think the weather is suitable for what I’ve got planned.”

Grinning, Severus took full advantage of the rights of his former Headmastership and Apparated the pair of them directly into his living room.

“But...but you can’t Apparate or Disapparate in Hogwarts!” Hermione spluttered.

“Oh, Hermione,” Severus purred, “I’m hoping I’ll be able to do many more things you thought impossible tonight.”

Hermione kissed him again, then pulled away. “Severus, please don’t put that kind of pressure on yourself. I’m going to enjoy this, orgasm or no orgasm. I don’t want you to feel bad when I can’t come.”

“We’ll see,” he responded simply, kissing her again before reaching down to undo the silver clasp of her cloak.

She shrugged it off and kicked it aside, her excitement building again as he slipped one tiny pearl button through its hole, then another. Finally, finally her blouse joined the cloak on the floor and he started on the button of her skirt. Eventually she stood before him in her old white bra and grey woolly tights over black cotton knickers. “I didn’t plan this,” she laughed.

Smiling, he said, “Merlin, Hermione, you didn’t need to. I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to see you in black lace, or white satin, or a thong, but you don’t need it. That’s all packaging. You’re so fucking sexy exactly as you are, tights and all. Although we can dispense with the tights.” Kneeling, he placed a kiss on her stomach and tantalisingly and oh-so-slowly rolled the tights down her legs, pausing to kiss or lick wherever took his fancy on the way. She stepped out of the tights and he tossed them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. Hermione shuddered, feeling his warm breath on her quim as he sucked and licked through the thin cotton knickers.

She writhed under his clever mouth until she could barely stand, knees weak and heart pounding. Severus stood up slowly, grinning wryly when his knees cracked loudly. “I’m an old man,” he joked. “Does that bother you?”

“You’re not old, and even if you were, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, so I wouldn’t care,” said Hermione breathlessly. “But I have to say, you’re overdressed. No, don’t touch, I’m in charge. You’d be surprised how often I’ve fantasised about these buttons.”

Severus laughed, feeling unexpectedly joyful. “You can undo them if you like, but I feel honour-bound to tell you there is a charm, should you wish to use it.”

“Maybe next time...that is, if there is...if you want…”

“I want very much for there to be a next time, and a time after that, and many, many more times indeed.”




At last she had his clothes off. Those buttons were sexy, but Hermione rather thought she might learn that charm for next time. She was more thankful than she could believe that Severus wanted a ‘next time’. His navy cotton boxers were the last to go, but not before she slipped her hand through the flies and stroked him, revelling in the iron velvet of his cock.

“Oh God, you’re gorgeous,” she muttered, staring at his lightly muscled chest with its smattering of fine dark hairs, the still-flat stomach and the trail of black hair leading towards his erection. Taking him in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked slowly, teasingly.

“I believe it is my turn to be in charge,” Severus stated. “On the bed, Witch.”




Hermione had had sex before. She’d been fucked before, and she’d even thought, mistakenly, that she’d made love before. But never had she been so thoroughly worshipped. She basked in the obvious pleasure that Severus took in exploring her body, sucking her nipples, licking up her spine, kissing her thighs and yes, oh yes biting her arse playfully. As he wriggled down her body to place his head between her thighs, shyness overtook her. “You don’t have to,” she said softly.

“Oh, but I want to, more than anything. Don’t be shy – I really want to taste you, and lick you, and smell your arousal. I said it before, Hermione, but you’re so fucking sexy. All of you. Don’t doubt that I want to do this.” And he bent his head towards her quim.

Tiny, teasing nips to her outer lips were followed by one long, slow lick from arsehole—Hermione gasped—to clitoris. Severus raised his head and grinned devilishly. “You’re delicious,” he growled, moving his lips back to her clit and suckling gently. His long fingers found her entrance and he inserted two, curling them around to find that sweet spot most men surely didn’t know existed.

Electricity and pressure built up within her as Severus licked and sucked her clit while his fingers worked in and out of her cunt. The speed and pressure never varied, and Hermione found herself entwining her fingers through Severus’ soft black hair, willing him to just keep going, keep going, keep going, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t—

Arghhhhhhh!

Dazed, Hermione realised she was crying, and Severus was holding her tenderly in his arms. “Shh, you’re all right, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Thank you, my darling, thank you,” he crooned.

“Oh God, Severus. Oh, God.” Hermione was still speechless as she clung to him. “Oh God, I had no idea it could be like that. Oh God, thank you, that was--my darling?”

Severus nodded. “You’ve been my darling for a long time, if only in my mind,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t mean to say it though.”

“I’m glad you did. Very glad. I think – I think I might feel the same way. About you, I mean.” Shakily, Hermione touched a trembling hand to Severus’ cheek.

Severus smiled, kissing her gently. “Well, my darling, I believe I promised you ‘many times’, and we have two weeks with no commitments, followed by, oh, the rest of our lives if you like, so shall we see how many other ways you can orgasm? Oh, and I’d like to meet Bob, if you don’t mind.”

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