Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Shit, she had forgotten that he would be here.
The Order had crammed itself into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place.
It really wasn't big enough for everyone, even when magically enlarged, but Dumbledore insisted.
Hermione was shoved in the back, between Hagrid and Ron. Harry, of course, was seated next to the Headmaster
As did he. She couldn't say his name, even in her thoughts.
Dumbledore quieted the room so that he could begin the meeting. He had grave news.
The Dark Lord had infiltrated the Ministry. It would fall any day now. Hogwarts was the last haven for those loyal to the Order.
It was terrifying, but she knew that they would relocate to the school. They would stay safe long enough to find and destroy the remaining horcruxes. The alternative didn't bear thinking about.
She tried to avoid looking at him, but she found herself drawn to his piercing gaze nonetheless. The wetness pooling in her knickers told her that her claims to "forget" what she'd done had failed miserably.
Merlin, she wanted him.
Shaking her head, she tried to banish her thoughts, but it was too late.
The look on his face spoke volumes. The bastard had been in her mind. He knew.
Fucking hell! She wasn't supposed to be here.
Severus did his best to listen to the old fart as he relayed the news of the Ministry to the rest of the Order, but he couldn't resist looking at her.
Casually, he slipped into the girl's mind. His brow was not the only thing that rose at the impure thoughts he found there.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and focused his attention back on Albus.
"We will be reaching out to the rest of wizarding Britain to build up our forces for the impending battle. We don't know when it will happen, but we will be prepared. Those loyal to the Order and their families will be given all the protection we can offer."
Severus cringed at the thought of how thin they would be spread trying to protect half of the country.
Glancing back up, he saw similar looks on his colleagues' faces. His eyes found the redheaded git, but Hermione was gone.
He looked back at Dumbledore and rolled his eyes when he realized that the old man had already gone off on a tangent about where a Demiguise could be found.
Severus consciously rubbed his left arm. At Dumbledore's nod, he stood and left the room.
Hermione was embarrassed. She watched as Severus pointedly looked away from her and shifted in his seat.
He was probably disgusted by her childish fantasies. She needed to get out. This meeting was important, but she was pretty sure that the worst news was over. Even if it wasn't, her throbbing clit wasn't going to be ignored.
It would be too complicated to pursue the object of her desire (Where did that come from? Oh, fuck it; she was done denying that she wanted him).
She glanced next to her. Ron was an idiot, but he had the required equipment. She sighed, there was a time when that would have seemed like a viable option, but that time was long past.
Frowning, she leaned over and told Ron that she had a headache. He nodded his head and she slipped out the door.
Hermione wandered down the hall to the library. These meetings were known to go on for at least 2 hours, so she would be alone for a while.
The room had been impressive at one time, but now it was dilapidated and dusty. She grabbed a book off of a random shelf and slipped into the loveseat that faced the fireplace.
A quick "Incendio" and the room was on its way to being warm and cozy.
She sunk further into the sofa and sighed as she scraped her fingernails across her aching nipples. Hermione worked her way lower, jumping when the book fell to the floor. Her eyes shot open to see black robes at the other end of the sofa. Her right hand still in her knickers, she slowly looked up to see him staring down at her. His eyes were blazing.
"Don't stop." His voice was raspy with lust.
She was startled by his request, but she complied.
Severus watched her face contort in pleasure as she rubbed herself. He couldn't help himself; he deftly undid the buttons on his robes.
Dropping his robes to the ground, he leaned against the back of the sofa and began rubbing himself through his trousers.
A moan escaped the girl when she saw him touching himself.
"Lift up your skirt," he ground out.
Hermione did more than that; she tore the skirt off and her knickers with it.
"Gods, woman, you have no idea what you are doing to me," he groaned. Without much thought, he undid his trousers, slipped his shorts down and grasped his cock in his hand.
She laughed; the bint had the audacity to laugh at him! "I think I have an idea," the first words she had spoken since he had entered.
"Shut up and touch yourself," he snapped.
Smiling, she pinched her left nipple through her shirt as her other hand drifted back down between her legs.
They moaned in unison as she swept her fingers across the trimmed strip of curls that decorated her pubic region and landed on her swollen clit.
Hermione moved her fingers quickly, more aroused than she could ever remember being. She sighed as she slipped two fingers into her pussy.
Locking eyes with him, she breathed, "Touch me, please."
His hand paused on his cock and he looked suspiciously at the girl. Eyeing her wet cunt, he quickly made up his mind.
Severus stepped around the side of the sofa and kneeled between the girl's legs, still holding himself. He caught her eyes with a piercing stare and slowly put the index and middle finger of his left hand in his mouth. Sliding them out, he reached towards her pussy.
She moaned loudly when his fingers reached their goal. She was wet and smooth and enough to make a weaker man come right then and there.
Merlin, she was tight. He slid his fingers in slowly and watched her arch up off the sofa.
He continued stroking his own arousal as he watched his Hermione (when did he start calling her that?) come closer to her climax. He was going to hell for this; he just knew it.
He pressed his fingers further into her tightness and was pleased at the lack of barrier. She was innocent enough; knowing she was a virgin would have been enough to call his conscience to arms and he'd have had to stop.
His balls were tightening and he could feel his orgasm approaching. He began thrusting his fingers faster and curved them up to reach the spot that would have her screaming. She cried out and grabbed his wrist, digging her nails into him.
Growling, he moved faster inside her. "Say my name. I want to hear my name on your beautiful lips."
She arched her back again and screamed "Severusss!" as her pussy clamped down on his fingers.
Severus pumped his cock faster as he watched her come down.
He grunted loudly as his seed spilled across her thigh and then that modest grey sweater she had been wearing. The last few drops fell on that not so innocent landing strip above her pussy.
Glancing up at her, he saw a lazy smile on her face. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
He frowned at her. "This can't happen again."
Severus saw the fire in her eyes, but before she could argue, there was a knock at the door.
Hah! Cliffhanger! I should have started writing ages ago, this is fun!
-vashmil
