Chapter Four
"I'm leaving."
The look on her face gave him pause. It was as if the wind had been temporarily knocked out of her. She tried to recover but he had seen something there.
"What do you mean, you're leaving?"
"I am leaving Hogwarts."
Her eyes widened in surprise, "For the summer?" She didn't know why she cared. This marriage was causing her more heartache and confusion than anything else she had ever embarked upon. Some distance may well set her straight.
"No Miss Granger. I am leaving for good. I have tendered Minerva my letter of resignation and she has reluctantly accepted."
"But…why?"
"I do not see why it is any of your concern why I leave. Our arrangement does not require that we cohabitate therefore I am free to do what I please, when I please."
She moved to leave when he blocked her path and stood before her. He didn't speak; he simply looked down at her. She was flushed and tried to look away but knew if she did he would sense her weakness. She struggled to hold his penetrating gaze but found her resolve quickly fading.
She looked down to the dusty floor of the platform and wondered why it felt like it should be her concern. Should she say anything else? Would it even matter?
"You're correct. Good day Severus."
Moving quickly around him she headed back to the castle. The train had just left from the platform taking the students away for the summer. He was leaving; there was nothing she could do, nothing that would matter. Why should it? She was nothing to him, just a way to get out of prison. She ran faster, away from his glare, from his dark robes and from all the confusing thoughts and feelings that he awakes in her each time he was near. She didn't want him to stay. When the time came for her to make her move at the ministry, he would be of little consequence to her future plans. Or would he? Did it even matter anymore?
Her stomach lurched and rolled the further she got away from him. She could feel his eyes still on her but she had to be strong. She couldn't look back.
Then she felt it. His hand wrapped around her arm and he pulled her off the path. He pushed her roughly against an old tree, its trunk wide and uneven. Her hands gripped the rough bark as he backed her up, his body pushing against her.
There in the hidden shade of the forest he she looked up to stare into his dark eyes, his face was dangerously close to hers and she could smell his morning's coffee on his breath. His eyes were alive, alight with something sinister, foreboding. She trembled against him certain it was anything but fear.
"Tell me…" He growled in her ear, his tongue darting out to caress the soft shell of her ear. The breath caught in her throat and he chuckled. The sound was a rich ecstasy in her ear. He pressed his nose to the curve of her neck and breathed her in. She could feel his breath against her skin and it burned so very good. She tightened her hold on the tree behind her. If she let go of the bark she would fall, not onto the ground but into him.
"T-tell you w-what?" She stumbled over the words. She sounded pathetic, a quivering mass of feeling. Feelings so strong they made her dizzy. He was too close again, she couldn't think straight. She feared if she did speak it would be to beg him not to stop.
He couldn't wait anymore. This wasn't what he had wanted. He had wanted her to argue with him, to forbid him from leaving, anything to make it easier to go.
But she had just lowered her head and walked off.
Had he been wrong? Had he mistaken the lust in her eyes that night so many weeks ago?
The way her skin trembled under his touch told him otherwise. He just stood there and breathed her in. The sweet smell of her skin was intoxicating. He waited, he needed to hear it.
Then she did it.
That soft mewl he had heard in the mirror so many times. It was barely a whisper, but he pulled back letting his tongue trail the length of her exposed neck and he looked at her.
Her chin held in that defiant way, she was challenging him, daring him to continue. The moan was just her way of letting him know it was his turn. Her eyes glassy, her lips pouted and the rise and fall of her chest was his undoing.
His breathing became labored as he ripped open her robes.
He was too far gone now to stop. His whispered spell bound her hands to the tree. As he did he stepped back and stared at her. Her breasts were plump and her skin the same creamy peach color it had been in the images that had tortured him for weeks. The contrast of his dark leather gloves against her skin made his cock twitch. A light sheen of sweat covered her brow and the tendrils of hair that escaped her bun stuck to her neck and face.
"Is this what you want witch?"
He ran his hand down her neck and alongside both breasts. He massaged each globe and pulled at her hardened nipples. She writhed under his hands, her mouth open in supplication and her soft pink tongue darted out to wet her lips.
She would not answer. She remained quiet except for the mewling sounds that his touch elicited. As much as she tried to resist, she couldn't. His hands were everywhere and it was her undoing. He reached down and ripped away her skirt and knickers and she whimpered. Her mound was bare but for a small thatch of curls. Her legs were clad in nude colored stockings that came up to mid-thigh. Her eyes widened as he pocketed the knickers.
He looked up into her face and she flushed with excitement. He could smell her desire and it made his mouth water. He knelt at her feet among the leaves and dirt and let his hands caress her ample hips. His mouth, tongue and hands left a trail from her soft abdomen to the apex of her thighs. When he moved away to pull the gloves off, she finally spoke.
"Leave them on."
The words were breathless and wanton. He nodded and opened her legs further. He caressed her thigh and kissed and bit the skin as he placed it on his shoulder. He stroked her folds tentatively with the fingers of his right hand and she shuddered in pleasure. Her juices darkening the leather of his hand, he pulled away and admired his fingers before raising them to her mouth. She tried to turn away but he pulled her chin to him and looked at her as he presented his fingers to her mouth. She hungrily sucked the gloved digit into her mouth, her eyes closing as she moaned in ecstasy. The sound made his already hard cock grow larger against the confine of his trousers. He opened the placket of his trousers with his free hand and released his cock into the cool air of the darkening forest.
Pulling the fingers from her greedy mouth he spoke, "Enough witch."
Picking up her other thigh up onto his shoulder the sweet succulent flesh of her mound beckoned him much like a ship to port. He let his nose nuzzle the small smattering of curls and she moaned trying to turn away. He slapped her arse hard and held her tight to his shoulders. He could see the beads of excitement glistening on her folds even more after his warning. With his mouth a mere inches from her cunt he licked languorously up the length of her pink flesh, dipping slightly between the folds. She tasted like the sweetest fruit.
"Oh sweet god…" she mumbled between deep breaths.
He made her wait and turned his long nose to caress the sides of her wantonly spread thighs. There at the uppermost part of her glorious folds was her swollen and hardened nub. He looked up to look at her; panting with need her skin glowing with perspiration.
"Look at me wife."
When she did, he buried his face in the glorious cunt that had tormented him for months. His mouth open his tongue caressed her folds and buried itself deep inside her. She tasted of all things forbidden, of nectar never known to him. He had never tasted anything like her. He hated that it made him weak. He found her nub and sucked it into his mouth. It made her squirm as he sucked it deeper into his mouth and nibbled on it with his teeth. He could feel her moving trying to fuck his face with her pussy. She wanted him deeper. He teased and tormented her as his hands caressed her arse cheeks and his tongue trailed down to her puckered hole as he pulled her closer onto his shoulders and mouth. Still the gloves remained on, as his fingers caressed the crease of her arse and reached up to tweak her pink nipples. Never once did his mouth tire. She shook with each release, trembling, calling out to the gods, to Merlin, to anyone that would listen. Orgasm after orgasm he drank at her altar. She finally passed out and he gently lowered her to the floor as he released her bounds. Closing her robes he stood and looked down upon his wife. She looked utterly debauched. Grabbing a nearby rock he tapped it and whispered the charm to make it a port key to her rooms within the castle. He touched the rock to her hand and they were instantly transported back to her rooms.
He laid her on the bed and turned to leave but not before depositing something on her night table.
His black gloves.
