I Sing the Body Electric
By Black Rapture
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, locations, and other indicia belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. The poems I Sing the Body Electric and Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening belong to Walt Whitman and Robert Frost, respectively, and any other persons or companies owning their names/trademarks, etc.
Title Origin(s): The summary of this story are lyrics from The Story, from Brandi Carlile's album of the same name. The title of this story was inspired by the title of Walt Whitman's poem, I Sing the Body Electric, from his collection of poetry, Leaves of Grass. The title of this chapter is a line from Robert Frost's poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
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Chapter One: The Wood Are Lovely, Dark and Deep
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Severus slammed the door to his private quarters, relieved to have escaped the sickening cheerfulness permeating the Great Hall. He walked to the bookcase and poured himself a glass of scotch, downing most of it in one swallow. Undoing the top buttons of his coat, Severus walked into his bedroom and up to the seldom-used mirror on the wall. He rubbed the constantly tense muscles of his neck, stopping when he felt two familiar bumps. He pulled down his collar and stared at the angry red scars, remnants of his near fatal snakebite. Severus had spent nearly a month in the hospital, recovering sooner than any of the St. Mungo's staff had expected. He rather wished he was still there, considering all the happy students who were upstairs celebrating their graduation and the newly-acquired safety of the wizarding world. Severus remembered his own graduation and how he had been devoid of the emotions his fellow students were feeling. He felt no excitement about what the future held for him – he had already sold his soul to the Dark Lord. He felt a surge of jealousy towards those who were free to experience the hope he had not. Severus sat down on the edge of his bed, setting his empty glass on the nightstand. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, willing away his current thoughts.
Preferring to distract himself, Severus returned to his office. He had been perusing Alchemy Today for about twenty minutes and was reading an article on new applications of augurey feathers when he heard a sharp, succinct knock on his door. Severus looked at the door quizzically, raising his eyebrow. While debating whether or not to answer, the intruder knocked again. Severus set down his magazine and heaved himself out of his comfortable leather armchair. He jerked open the door, taking care to look as uninviting as possible, to find Hermione Granger with her hand poised to knock again.
"What is it, Miss Granger?" Severus said coldly.
"May I come in, sir?" Hermione answered.
"If you must." He closed the door after her, returning to sit rigidly in his chair.
"Why aren't you enjoying the festivities, Professor?" she asked.
"Why are you here, Miss Granger? You are no longer a student and I therefore fail to understand what more you could possibly require."
"I require… further instruction."
"Concerning what subject?"
"You, Professor," Hermione replied, perching herself on his desk. Severus stared at her blankly, failing to understand what in Merlin's name she was talking about.
"What do you want, Miss Granger?"
"You, Professor." She looked at him intensely.
"Miss Granger, that is a highly inappropriate comment. I am your teacher."
"Not anymore. You said so yourself."
"Regardless, I harbor no similar sentiments. Please get out of my office."
"No."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said no, Professor," Hermione repeated, hopping off his desk. She ran her finger along the edge of the desk, moving towards him and continuing up his arm. Severus swatted her hand away, standing up to move away from her. But she was not deterred, continuing towards him until his back was against the door to his quarters.
"Miss Granger, please desist. This is ridiculous and childish."
"Shut up, Severus." She laughed and grabbed him by the collar, standing on the tips of her toes to press her lips to his. Severus immediately shoved her off.
"Miss Granger. This is beyond the bounds of propriety."
"Why? You're not my professor anymore."
"Because I have made it perfectly clear that I am not interested." He straightened his coat, sneering down at her.
Placing a hand on his chest, Hermione leaned up to whisper in his ear, "When was the last time you had a warm, willing body, Severus?"
Severus shifted uncomfortably. "That is no concern of yours, Miss Granger."
"It is now." She smiled deliciously, beginning to unbutton her white dress shirt. Severus snatched her wrists in a vice-like grip.
"Do not force me to physically remove you from my presence," he hissed viciously. Twisting away from him, Hermione landed a well-placed slap on Severus' face.
"I'm not asking you to be gentle. Just compliant."
"You are on thin ice, Miss Granger," he threatened. Hermione looked up at him, eyes pleading.
"I'll be gone in the morning. Just give me one night."
"This isn't..." Severus was truly lost for words. He never should have answered the door. He had never been able to stand her. She was insufferable. This was the most unexpected, alarming situation he had ever been in. Despite his sarcasm and cruelty, he was, after all, still a man. And as she had painfully pointed out, he had not had a warm, willing body in quite some time. There she was, shirt unbuttoned halfway down her chest, black satin begging to be noticed. Severus had never been gentle, with his manner or his women. But apparently, she didn't expect him to be. Making slow work with the remainder of her buttons, Hermione tossed her shirt onto his armchair. Looking at her, pale skin in sharp contrast to the dark material of her bra, Severus was of the opinion that there was nothing wrong with giving her what she inexplicably wanted. Snatching her around the waist, Severus crushed her body to his.
Hermione smiled, biting her lower lip. "What are you going to do with me, Professor?"
Severus brought his mouth to her ear. "Instruct you." Hermione shivered, pressing her lips to his neck. He grabbed her hip more tightly as she ran her tongue over his exposed scars. Burying his other hand in her hair, Severus pulled her mouth to his. She readily opened her mouth to him, their lips and tongues joining in a searing kiss. Not parting from him, Hermione began the arduous process of removing his overcoat. Sliding it off his shoulders, she wasted no time grasping his shirt and ripping it off. Severus growled low in his throat, his shirt dropping to the floor. Finally breaking their kiss, Severus jerked Hermione around, grinding her backside into him. Hermione moaned as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, unhooking her bra and throwing it aside. He lifted her skirt, sliding his tapered hands up her thighs. Pushing her knickers down her hips, Severus used one long finger to stroke her.
"Oh... God," She breathed thickly. Severus continued his ministrations, using his other hand to massage one of her breasts. While Hermione was enjoying all his attentions, Severus unexpectedly pushed a finger into her, emitting a gasp of surprise. Just as quickly he withdrew it, Hermione whimpering in protest. Turning back around to face him, Severus groaned at the feeling of her bare chest against him. Hermione began running her hands along his ribcage, kissing and licking the deliciously naked skin underneath her. As she slipped off her shoes and socks, Hermione raked her nails across his chest, eliciting another growl from Severus. Pushing her forward until the back of her thighs hit his desk, Severus used a long arm to send a flurry of ink, quills, and parchment to the floor. Grasping the edge of the desk, Hermione lifted herself up and onto it, pulling Severus between her legs.
"Precautions, Miss Granger," Severus said, removing himself to disappear into his private stores, returning with a small vial of blue liquid. Realizing it was a contraceptive potion, Hermione quickly swallowed it and pulled him back to her, letting the bottle fall to the floor. Returning his hands to her hips, Severus unzipped her skirt. She raised her bottom, allowing him to slide it off. Hermione grabbed his neck and captured him in another burning kiss, moving her hands to the buttons of his trousers. As he tasted her mouth with a smoldering intensity, Hermione released him, pushing his trousers down his legs. She smiled into his mouth at the knowledge that the Potions Master didn't wear anything underneath. Severus kicked off his shoes and socks, tossing his pants aside. Breaking their kiss, he started just below her navel and slid his tongue up her abdomen and between the valley of her breasts, up her neck and caught her mouth again. Sliding a skilled hand between her legs, Severus teased her with one, then two fingers, pulling out and plunging in again. Moaning in pleasure, Hermione was seconds from climax when he removed his fingers and pushed her back onto his desk. Moving backwards, Hermione allowed him room to position himself on top of her. Severus rubbed himself against her center and was rewarded when Hermione ground back against him. She cried out in satisfaction as he entered her in one swift motion, pulling out almost completely before thrusting in again. Hermione rocked her hips up in response as he continued.
"Severus… oh… my…. harder… harder…" Hermione begged, getting her wish as he increased his pace, relentlessly pushing into her again and again until she screamed his name in sheer ecstasy. Severus did not stop, continuing until he spilled into her soon after. He rolled off the desk and collapsed into his armchair, breathing raggedly.
Hermione rolled onto her side, chest heaving and feeling positively blissful. "Thank you, Professor," she said, smiling lazily at him through half-closed eyes. She lay there for a few more moments, then got up and slowly got dressed, Severus watching her every motion. As she slipped her feet back into her shoes, Hermione sighed contentedly. She walked over to Severus and placed one last, lingering kiss on his swollen lips.
"Goodbye, Professor."
"Miss Granger."
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