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Severus’ feet thundered up the stairs in Grimmauld Place, chased by the sound of splintering wood and Mrs Black’s screams. There was one in the bathroom on the second floor, but Severus was too tall to stand in there comfortably. No, he would go to the green bedroom on the third floor; that one was practically built for his measurements.
It had been Mad-Eye’s idea: ‘constant vigilance’ taken to its extremes. Every Order safehouse had been rammed with hiding places: false walls, enlarged cupboards, trapdoors. Once someone was hiding within, the space would be entirely undetectable by magical or Muggle means. When they were built, Severus had never imagined he would have cause to use one. But that was before Voldemort had discovered his true allegiance. In the seven months since, he had been confined to Order safehouses.
He reached the third floor landing and opened the door to his left. A rug lay across the foot of the bed. He flipped it back on itself. Underneath, there was a tiny crack in one of the floorboards, impossible to see unless you knew it was there. Severus slid his fingernails in and pulled. A whole panel came away, revealing a narrow space beneath the floor, just big enough for one person to lie down in.
He had squeezed his legs and hips into the compartment and was about to pull the panel down on top of himself when he saw her. Hermione Granger, face flushed and hair wild, was running her hands along the walls of the corridor outside. She had drawn her bottom lip between her teeth, and looked utterly petrified.
Severus contemplated ignoring her. Potter and Weasley had been the bane of his existence since they had finished their N.E.W.T.s and been relocated to Grimmauld Place for their safety. As Granger was always with them, his supreme irritation extended to her as well. He sighed. He supposed that she didn’t deserve death just for picking two of the most obnoxious dunderheads to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts as her friends.
“Miss Granger!” he hissed.
She turned to look at him, and visible relief washed over her face, relaxing her features. “Professor!” she said, scurrying into the bedroom.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I was going for the false shelf in the library, but someone’s already there. Then I tried the bathroom cupboard on the second floor, and that’s taken too. I don’t know of any others.”
Severus ran through the catalogue of hiding places. Mr and Mrs Weasley would have already taken the pantry. If Potter and Weasley weren’t with Granger, they were probably behind the Black family tapestry.
“What about inside the piano in the drawing room?”
But before she could answer, triumphant shouts came from the entrance hall as the Death Eaters breached the front door. She paled. There was no way Miss Granger could get to any hiding places on the ground floor now.
He tried desperately to think of another option, but as footsteps sounded on the stairs, he knew there was no other choice. “In here.”
Miss Granger ran forwards and hesitated on the edge of the cubby. Severus was lying flat on his back, and there was clearly no space for her. A bang sounded on the floor below as doors were blasted open. Her jaw clenched and, looking resigned, she climbed in on top of him. Severus let out an ‘oof’ as her weight settled onto his ribcage. With a flick of his wand, the panel slammed shut on top of them and the rug dragged itself back across the floor above, plunging them into complete darkness.
A growing part of Severus wished he had just left Granger out on the landing. The bird’s nest she called hair was tickling his nose, and she was so close to him he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. People did not touch Severus Snape. This was probably more physical contact than he had had with other people in the last decade combined. He was not used to it, and he did not like it.
Miss Granger shifted on top of him and her pointy elbow landed on his tricep. He let out a grunt of pain.
“I’m so sorry, Sir,” she said, removing her elbow from his arm and sticking it in his ribs. Air rushed out through his teeth in a hiss. “And thank you for saving me. I realise this space was only intended for one.”
“Yes, well, perhaps we could reposition ourselves so that you are less prone to jabbing your limbs into my person.”
Her hands scrabbled around the perimeters of the hiding spot in the dark, mapping out the size of the space. “We might be able to lie side by side?” she said.
Miss Granger tried to shuffle sideways off him. When her thigh came within inches of landing on his crotch, Severus reached out to guide her movements. But when his fingers touched bare skin, he froze. Through the laser focus of his panic earlier, he hadn’t registered anything about her attire. As he re-played the memory though, he remembered she was wearing a navy blue sleep shirt, so short that the entire expanse of her legs had been on display.
He snatched his hand back after touching her for half a second too long. She cleared her throat and murmured, “There wasn’t time to change.”
It took a lot of awkward maneuvering, but eventually they managed to get Miss Granger lying alongside him. Severus tried to roll over the other way so that he had his back to her, but there was no room for his knees. So he sighed and turned back over, lining his body up with the contours of hers. In another context, someone might describe them as ‘spooning’. Severus rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the situation. He tried to back away from her, but in such close quarters all he could manage was to avoid having his belly touch her back by breathing in deeply.
“Who do you think sold us out?” Granger said.
“I don’t know,” Severus replied. “But they had better pray I never find out who they are.”
Miss Granger let out a humourless chuckle. But as she laughed, her body shook, and her arse ground against his crotch. Severus’ cock twitched. No! No, no, no. This was neither the time, nor the place, nor the person. The woman pressed against him was half his age, and had been his student mere months ago. He closed his eyes and tried to list all sixty eight potions that used flobberworms as an ingredient.
Without sight though, Severus’ other senses were heightened. And thinking about flobberworms was far less appealing than the lime of Miss Granger’s shampoo, or the warmth radiating from her thighs into his. He considered casting Lumos for a brief moment - he was fairly certain the concealing charms would prevent the intruders seeing any light coming from the hiding space - but scrapped the idea. He hardly needed to see her long, bare legs as well as feeling them.
“How long do you think we’ll be in here?” she asked, fidgeting with discomfort and pressing herself into him again. Severus gritted his teeth. His cock was definitely swelling. This was unconscionable.
“Must you ask so many incessant questions?” he spat, wincing as his trousers grew tight. The truth was, he didn’t know. The one downside of the charms that concealed them from the Death Eaters prowling Grimmauld Place was that they couldn’t see or hear out of the hiding place, just as the Death Eaters couldn’t see or hear in. So they were reliant on a patronus from another Order member to alert them that the coast was clear. They could be hiding for a few minutes, or several days. However long though, he had already lost his composure after being pressed up against Miss Granger for a few seconds. Perhaps she wouldn’t notice, he thought.
But then she let out a gasp, and all hopes of her remaining ignorant to his body’s response evaporated.
Hermione gasped. There was a bulge in the front of Professor Snape’s trousers, and it was nudging against her bum.
She was already a bit hot under the collar from being pressed against a grown man - a grown man she had had an unrelenting crush on for months - while wearing so little. She had been climbing into bed when the alarm had sounded that the Fidelius Charm had been breached, and there hadn’t been time to throw on any other clothes. So she was practically snuggling with her former Professor, while wearing no knickers or bra, and a sleep shirt so short that, curled up as they were, she wasn’t even sure it was fully covering her bottom.
But now, the knowledge that at least a part of him was attracted to her too was overwhelming. She was glad they were lying in the dark, because she was sure she was blushing all over.
Tension hung in the air between them as they both held their breath. And then Professor Snape spoke, satin voice rumbling through his chest and into her back. “I am deeply sorry, Miss Granger. I should be able to control-”
“It’s quite alright,” Hermione said, voice coming out a little squeaky. “It’s just a natural bodily function.”
The silence returned, and Hermione couldn’t help but breathe shallowly. It might be alright, but it wasn’t going away. And they were likely to be there for hours, at least. How was she supposed to spend so long feeling so turned on, and with Professor Snape’s erection pressing against her? She clenched the muscles in her core, but that only made things worse, and her heart pounded against her chest.
Seconds or minutes passed - Hermione wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she felt like she was going to snap in two. Her inner thighs were sticky with arousal, and she prayed he couldn’t smell her.
Somehow, he seemed completely unflustered by the situation, except for the obvious erection, of course. He was lying entirely still, his breathing deep and even, and Hermione wondered whether he had fallen asleep. How was he so calm? Hermione felt like her entire being was focused on the hardness pressed against her. She gripped a wooden strut in front of her with trembling hands, and couldn’t stop her hips from squirming as she sought some relief. Without realising, she pressed back into Professor Snape, grinding herself against the bulge.
His long fingers gripped her hip. “What are you doing, witch?”
Severus hadn’t struggled with Occlumency so much since he was a teenager. His hard-on was still raging, but after a few minutes he had managed to numb himself to Miss Granger to a certain degree.
That was, until she had ground her delicious arse against his cock.
She squeaked when he grabbed her hip. “I’m so sorry, Sir. It’s just I- erm- I mean, my body is having a natural reaction to the… situation, too.”
Severus scoffed. No witch worth having was ever remotely attracted to him. Miss Granger was bright, and pretty, and popular. “I don’t take kindly to mockery, Miss Granger. What game are you playing?”
“No game, Sir. This is… well, it’s mortifying, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on and I’m… struggling to keep my composure.”
“Do not. Lie. To me.”
Miss Granger had stood in his classroom, defiant about something he had said, at least a hundred times. Since their forced confinement at Grimmauld Place, she had managed to find even more opportunities to disagree with him. He couldn’t see her face, but he could practically feel that same defiance radiating off her now. She grabbed his wrist, and pushed his hand between her legs. Her inner thighs were slick with her arousal, and he groaned.
Hermione’s voice was quiet, but firm. “I would never lie about this.”
“This is a terrible idea,” he said.
“We will almost certainly be here for hours, Professor,” she said. “We’ve only been here a few minutes, and look at the state of us.”
She paused, and he could feel her thundering pulse. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just… relief.”
His hand crept up her hip and into the dip of her waist. “If we are to do this, I will need to be Severus.”
“You can call me Hermione, if you want to. But I- erm- quite like it when you call me Miss Granger.”
Well, well, well… so the perfect golden girl of Gryffindor wasn’t quite as prim as she appeared. His hand splayed over her ribs, and then teased the bottom of her breast. He bucked into her when he felt soft flesh beneath her sleep shirt.
He nuzzled his face into her neck. “Am I to understand, Miss Granger, that you were roaming the halls of Grimmauld Place without wearing a bra?” She moaned as he kneaded her breast. “And at the first opportunity, you climbed into a tight, dark space, on top of a wizard, wearing this short little shirt.”
“I’m not wearing any knickers either, Severus.”
It was his turn to moan. He had intended to take his time, but he couldn’t stand it any longer. And besides, they likely had hours to enjoy each other. With his lower hand, he worked his erection free of his trousers and pressed it between her slippery thighs. He only meant to stay there long enough to coat himself with her slick, but she groaned and started grinding herself against his hardness. He let her find her enjoyment with him, and shoved his hand beneath her shirt to find her bare breast. It took only seconds of him pinching for her nipple to harden. At the same moment, Hermione arched her back a fraction too far, and caught his head at her entrance. She took a shuddering breath in.
“Please, Sir, I need- fuck me.”
His cock throbbed. “On second thought, you can keep calling me ‘Sir’ if you wish to,” he said as he eased into her. He knew he was on the larger side, and going too quickly might hurt her. But she was so deliciously hot and tight around him, all he wanted was to pound her into the ground.
Their position on their sides didn’t allow for that though, so he rocked into her gently. It was torturously slow, and she matched his rhythm, fucking herself back onto him to create more friction. He rolled her nipple and massaged her breast in time with his movements.
“Touch yourself,” he said when the beam above them blocked his access to her clit. She did as she was told, gasping every time he bottomed out inside her.
“It’s not enough, Sir,” she said after a few moments. “I need more. I need it harder, faster.”
He thought for a moment. If he had more space he could give her everything she wanted and more. But perhaps… “Can you roll onto your front?”
It took some awkward shuffling, but eventually they managed to roll him on top of her so he could take her from behind. And once Hermione was beneath him, Severus could give her everything.
He slammed his cock into her tight channel, pulled almost all the way back out, and rammed back into her again. She screamed.
“Is this what you wanted, Miss Granger?” he said as he pounded into her. “Were you lying there next to me, pussy dripping, imagining what my cock would feel like inside you?”
“Your cock is even bigger than I imagined, Sir.”
Severus grunted as her walls squeezed him. “And yours is the tightest little cunt I’ve ever known. I could spend my life burying myself inside you.”
Hermione moaned in time with his thrusts, getting louder and louder, and Severus could only hope the concealing charms were up to the task of muffling her pleasure.
“Today wasn’t the first time I imagined your cock, Sir,” she said.
“Really, Miss Granger?” He fucked her harder.
“Since I- ah- moved back to Grimmauld, Sir. I- fuck- couldn’t stop thinking about you. I used to imagine you’d come- aahhh - to my door in - uh - the middle of the night and- oh- fuck me.”
“Did you used to touch yourself? At night? Thinking of me?” He punctuated each question with a thrust. “Your little fingers rubbing your clit? Imagining my cock?”
“Y- yes, Sir.”
That image was enough for him. His cock began to throb. He was close. “Fuck, where do you want me, witch?”
“Inside,” she moaned. “I want your cum inside me, Sir.”
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little witch, Miss Granger. Are you going to come around my cock? Make me spill my seed in your cunt?”
At his words, she screamed, and her channel clamped down around him. He gave one final thrust, then fell over the edge with a grunt, cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside her.
Severus was just beginning to soften inside Hermione when a silvery cat illuminated their hiding space. The unmistakable Scotch accent of Minerva drifted out. “Congratulations everyone, that was a great performance for the drill. You can of course come out now.”
Silence stretched between them, until Severus said, “A drill?”
“If I’d known…” Hermione whispered, and Severus felt a wave of self-loathing wash over him. Here came her inevitable regret. Would she tell the rest of the Order about her odious experience with him? Or would she be too ashamed that she had let him touch her?
But then Hermione continued. “I never should have pushed you into it - you were clearly trying to resist. I’m so sorry, Severus.”
He was baffled. “I should be the one apologising to you.”
Hermione laughed, her body shaking around his sensitive cock. “What part of my screaming orgasm made you think I wasn’t enjoying myself? I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve wanted you for months.”
Severus was momentarily struck by her response. No witch had ever confessed her attraction to him, never mind so enthusiastically propositioned him into bed. The thought that a woman so far out of his league as Hermione Granger could be so overcome by desire for him made a strange warmth settle in his chest.
Severus moved his lips to her ear and lowered his voice. “Well there is no need for you to apologise either. The evidence of my enjoyment is painted all over the inside of your cunt.”
Hermione’s breath hitched. “So what do we do now? Sir.” His cock began to harden again.
He gave a half-hearted push on the panel above them. “It seems there is a flaw in the charms work on this hiding space. I’m afraid we’re going to be stuck down here for a lot longer.”