Chapter 10 ~ Encounters and Aftermaths
Hermione finally gave up trying to do research after Severus' quick visitation at the library. She shelved the books, left the library and after a moment of indecision exited out of the main doors. The Potions Master had been lurking outside the library disillusioned and waiting for the witch to leave. He followed the Hermione outside and observed her as she walked around Hogwarts grounds trying to occupy her mind with anything other than thoughts about him. Hermione ended up by the lake, climbed on top of a boulder and sat there, staring across the water as her body made its hunger known. Severus dipped behind a large stone nearby, watching her.
Hermione had never felt this way before. How had the wizard managed to work her into this state with just his words and a single, searing kiss? She was so ready to just get naked and let him do what he wanted but he was doing nothing to give her the opportunity to do so. Gods, the Professor's body had been so hard against her own, lean, strong powerful, almost savage. He invaded her mouth like an attacking enemy, tasted her, a part of him slipping inside her, hot, soft and pliant. But Hermione's body was hungering for a harder part of the wizard to slip inside her.
"Legilimens," Severus whispered from his vantage point.
He saw the witch reliving his possession of her mouth, and felt her hunger and longing. The witch was aching for him to do more to her.
"If only he'd at least touch me," the witch thought, picturing both of them in the dungeon corridor, the wizard kissing her, but this time his pale, long fingered hands touching and caressing her breasts and body under her robes.
Severus held back a hiss as he experienced her little fantasy. He didn't expect what happened next as Hermione lay back on the boulder and began running her own hands over her body.
"Oh Professor," she breathed, arching her back.
The wizard immediately hardened as he thought he would have to get on a first name basis with the witch before he fucked her. He wanted to hear her moan his name, not his title. He watched as Hermione began to hike up her robes, her legs opening. She was wearing jeans and the pale wizard bit his lip as he watched her slide her small hand down the front of them, seeking release.
"Merlin," Severus said to himself as he watched Hermione working her hand back and forth under the blue denim.
He never imagined he would ever see the Spells Mistress masturbating to the thought of him on a stone in broad daylight. She was so ready to be deflowered.
Severus took a step toward the witch, then another his black eyes focused on her writhing body, the sounds of her gasps drawing him to her her voice going straight to his loins. The Potions Master's cock was so hard and heavy beneath his robes, it ached ached to be buried in Hermione's body.
The witch's eyes were tightly closed as she twiddled her clit, biting her lip, her brow wet with perspiration. Severus was right next to the boulder now and looking down on Hermione he had never seen anything as beautiful or arousing as this virgin trying to bring herself to climax with his name on her lips. Hermione didn't know precisely what she was looking for, but trying her damnedest to find it.
But she couldn't find the satisfaction she craved without him.
Suddenly, witch let out a small cry and her eyes flew open as she managed to get a small orgasm.
Severus started as if from a dream and dipped back behind the boulder, his nostrils full of the witch's scent. Hermione pulled her hand out of her jeans and lay there flushed and panting for several minutes.
The Potions Master watched her come down, his cock still throbbing. Gods, what a preview the witch had given him. Multiply her reactions by a hundred and he had an idea what it would be like to take her. She was noisy, that was for certain. If her small fingers made her cry out that way, the wizard could only imagine the decibels she'd reach when he put his huge cock to her. He didn't mind though. He enjoyed screamers, and knowing he would be the first wizard to tear such sounds from Hermione appealed to him greatly.
Hermione slid off the boulder unsteadily, pulled out her wand and placing the tip of the wand against her crotch, scourgified herself several times. She must have been extremely wet. The witch let her robes drop and sighed. She looked up at the overcast sky
"What are you doing to me, Professor?" she breathed, "I don't feel as if I'll ever be right again."
Severus watched as the witch walked by, the scent of jasmine lingering after her.
"You'll be right soon enough, witch," he said softly, and walked after her.
Hermione walked through the main doors to enter the castle, while Severus veered to a little known entrance that opened on a niche in the dungeon corridor directly below his office. He could enter and be in his rooms before Hermione made it to her own premises.
Severus entered his office, warded it and opened the wall to his study. He left it open and walked directly to his liquor cabinet.
He needed a drink.
The wizard poured himself a shot of firewhiskey and tossed it down, savoring the burn for a moment, then fixed another. He carried it to his armchair and sat down, staring into the fire. That had been some show the witch put on. She certainly was passionate. The Potions Master hadn't thought about that aspect of Hermione. He had been thinking of how much he would enjoy taking her virginity. There would be responses of course. All witches responded. Orgasmed. Whatever.
Up to this point, Severus operated on a rather animalistic-egotistical level when it came to sex. His main purpose was enjoying himself and to make sure the witch orgasmed not because it meant he brought her pleasure, but it meant he was "all man." The resultant gush(es) proved he was able to bring the act to its proper conclusion.
This was the first time he ever saw a witch's need as 'need.' In Hermione's thoughts, the witch was dying for his touches. This was new for him. In his experience most witches were dying for his huge cock, which he gave generously. Normally, his touches consisted of fondling breasts, gripping asses and adjusting bodies for better access. Hermione saw him doing much more than that.
"Romantic little chit," the Potions Master snorted, sipping his firewhiskey. "She needs more than touching she needs a good hard reaming."
But still, he wondered if just his touch could elicit responses from the witch like he witnessed by the lake. He'd like to see how Hermione would react to the fact that he had seen her masturbating as well. The witch would probably faint.
That would be her best bet. He certainly wouldn't let her flee. Yes. He'd have to tell her he witnessed her playing with herself while breathing his name.
The wizard smirked. It would be a cruel thing to do.
That's why it appealed to him so much.
Severus made sure to make it to supper before Hermione did, so he could watch her walk in and see if she had any reaction to him.
Marcus was there also, but the wizard didn't look too well. Actually, he looked rather sick. There were dark circles under his eyes and an unhealthy cast to his skin. His violet eyes were constantly shifting as if he were thinking of something and couldn't get it out of his mind.
And he was.
Marcus had another gift given him by his ancestor one that didn't have any benefits this time. The wizard could nullify veritaserum and throw off obliviation, which were two of the main reasons he was indoctrinated into the Eradicators, an elite group of clandestine Ministry assassins in his youth. They had since been disbanded. Now his gift proved a curse.
The DA teacher could remember everything that happened the night before, and it made him physically sick. He had been under the influence of a roofie and had sex with a chick with a dick. He might have been able to deal with it if the witch had been a bottom. She did have tits after all, and it wouldn't have been the first time he had anal sex. But Sappho wasn't a bottom at least not completely. She had her own needs and made sure Marcus fulfilled them totally. The blonde wizard woke up at noon in his own bed, at first unable to remember how he got there. He did remember his horror at discovering Sappho had a cock, but then drew a blank. An hour later the memories began to return, beginning with the witch invoking the roofie.
Damn, and it was all in a pensieve that was to be commercially distributed. What was worse, when the memories returned full force, Marcus' body reflexively reacted, triggering his telescoping gift and causing his cock to shrink to the size of his pinky finger and it wouldn't return to normal size. He was too traumatized.
One thing was for certain. Marcus Delaluci wouldn't be picking up any strange witches anytime soon. He'd be lying low, hoping none of the people who purchased that Blue Pensieve would recognize him. He wanted to kill Sappho, but the Oath he took would stop him if he attempted it in any manner, which included putting a hit out on her. The witch was smart. Too smart for Marcus.
Marcus had lived the life of a sexual predator for years karma dictated that he learn what it was like to be prey. The wizard received a hard lesson for sure.
Hermione entered the Great Hall, saw Severus, reddened and shot by him quickly. This didn't go unnoticed by him, the witches or Albus as the witch settled into her chair and ordered a salad. The female staff had quickly learned that the witch barely ate when something was troubling her, and the salad announced she was out of sorts as clear as a heralding horn.
"Hermione, you shot by Severus like a spell out of a wand tip," Rolanda said to the witch. "Is something going on we should know about?"
The other witches leaned forward curiously as Hermione's salad, a glass of pumpkin juice, a fork and some dressing appeared before the witch. Hermione poured the dressing on her salad and said, "No. Nothing is going on. Nothing at all."
It was the truth after all, but the witches didn't look convinced.
"Did he put his hands on you, Hermione?" Minerva asked, her eyes glittering.
"No," Hermione sighed wistfully, then realized it and cleared her throat
Rolanda grinned.
"Someone's piiiiiining," she said.
Hermione and Minerva scowled.
"No one's pining, Rolanda!" they both said together.
Rolanda, Aurora and Pomona all cackled.
"Whatever you say, Hermione," Rolanda said knowingly, then returned to her fried chicken and gravy.
Hermione was silent for the rest of the meal, with Minerva glancing at her worriedly from time to time. Severus should be ashamed of himself tormenting the young witch this way. She wasn't used to a wizard stalking her for sex. The transfiguration teacher was sure that was what Severus was doing. As if he didn't have enough randy witches coming his way. She witnessed at least two strange witches slipping down the dungeon corridor herself, and automatically assumed the worst of the wizard. Like many women, Minerva believed men just couldn't turn down willing pussy.
But they could if they had something better waiting for them. An untouched, untried, untested witch with the hots for him was certainly much better as far as the Potions Master was concerned.
Severus finished his meal and exited the Great Hall, his black eyes shifting toward Hermione for just a moment before he did so. Albus saw the wizard's look and shook his head, grinning to himself. There was a game of cat and mouse going on in the dungeons, he was sure.
And the mouse didn't stand a chance.
Hermione finished her meal and headed for her rooms. She wanted to see the Potions Master, just hear his voice and see his dark eyes wash over her. That was all
With lacewing flies swirling madly in her belly, she stopped in front of his office door and knocked. The door opened immediately, surprising her so she gasped and stopped back.
Severus looked down at her soberly.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" he said silkily.
"Um Professor I was wondering if you had the most recent issue of Potions Today. I would like to borrow it if you do," Hermione said in a small rather lame voice.
The Potions Master's lip curled.
"Don't you have a quill and some galleons so you can order your own subscription, Miss Granger? I would imagine someone as well read as you would already be receiving that particular magazine. You did minor in Potions after all," he purred at her.
He knew Hermione just wanted to see him. More than see him actually.
"I I let the subscription run out. I have to take out a new one," the witch lied, her eyes shifting.
"Miss Granger, I know you are fully aware that I do not lend out my periodicals or literature," the wizard said, "Why are you really at my door, witch?"
Hermione looked up at him at a loss. She didn't expect him to call her on her lie.
"I wanted to borrow "she began, trying to stick to her lie despite being busted.
"Don't lie to me!" Severus hissed.
Hermione's eyes started to fill with tears.
Severus scowled down at her, then suddenly grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into the office, slamming the door and pushing her up against it, pressing his body tight against hers.
"I know why you're here, Miss Granger. I witnessed your little performance down by the lake earlier today," the wizard said softly, his voice belying the savagery with which he had pinned her to the door.
Hermione's eyes widened and she started to struggle against him. He had seen her masturbating. Severus pressed against her so hard, she felt she couldn't breathe. Hermione stopped struggling and he eased up.
"And I used Legilimency as well. I know you are an accomplished Occlumens, but strong emotion lowers your guard. And you were definitely experiencing strong emotion witch. I heard my name on your lips as you masturbated," he said, his black eyes resting on the witch's red face. "I would never have thought you'd have the nerve to do something like that in broad daylight. Anyone could have walked up on you, especially with all the noise you were making. But then again you weren't thinking properly, were you witch? All that was on your brilliant little mind was me."
"Why were you following me?" Hermione asked him, trying to turn the tables on the wizard.
"Call it gut instinct, Miss Granger. Maybe I subconsciously knew if I followed you I'd get a naughty little treat," he breathed. He could feel her curves under her robes. Suddenly he reached up and caressed her face softly. Hermione's entire body relaxed immediately and the witch's eyes went half-lidded despite herself. The wizard then ran his hands over both her shoulders and down her arms.
Hermione trembled.
"Yes. My touch does something to you, doesn't it witch. Makes you want more touches in more places," he said softly as he caressed the curve of her breast through the fabric of her robe.
Hermione shuddered and soaked her knickers, her eyes flying open and an indescribable look contorting her face. Gods, her breast nearly burned where he had touched her.
"I I need to go, Professor. Let me go," she said to him softly, sounding as if she didn't want to go at all.
He stared at her a moment.
"No witch. You wanted to be touched by me. You are going to stay here and experience that then I may let you go," he told her, starting to unbutton her robes. "But then again, I may not. Until tomorrow morning that is."
Hermione started to tremble in earnest now and brought her hands up to cover the wizard's. She was truly afraid now aroused, but scared to death about where this would lead. It was one thing to lie in her bed and fantasize about the wizard, but another thing when he was here in the flesh, unbuttoning her robes.
"I'm scared," she said to the wizard, hoping to move him to some sort of compassion or even pity. She might as well been talking to the castle walls.
"So, it is the threat of intimacy that breaks your Gryffindor courage, is it witch?" he purred at her as he batted her hands away and continued opening her robes. "You know that as a Slytherin I will take advantage of that. We love to put fear in the Gryffindor heart. So your being afraid is added impetus for me to do what I am doing, Miss Granger. But there is nothing wrong with being afraid. With me you are wise to be."
Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as the wizard's hands deftly flew down the front of her robes, his black eyes on her face taking in the emotions flickering across it as he gained better access to the witch's body. She quaked terribly.
Hermione felt as if her pounding heart moved up into her throat as the wizard parted her robes, revealing her t-shirt and blue jeans.
Dear gods, why had she come here?
"For this," a little voice in her head replied.
The voice of Honesty.
Severus parted the trembling witch's robes and slid his large pale hands around her slender waist, the tips of his fingers almost touching as he held the witch, thinking here was where he would place his hands when fucking Hermione, to guide her and hold her body in place as he took his pleasure. Gods, she was shaking so hard. The wizard's cock began to harden as he looked down on the witch.
Hermione felt as if she would never draw another breath when Severus' hands encircled her waist, holding her gently but firmly. There was strength beneath the light touch and the witch had never been more aware of a wizard's masculinity. She lifted her eyes to the wizard's pale face, and his dark eyes met hers, his head slightly tilted forward and lank black hair framing his face. Severus' nostrils pulsated slightly as if he were scenting her, and that delicious cruel mouth held an even more delicious cruel smirk. She wished he would kiss her.
"You're rather a petite witch, Hermione despite your ample shall I say charms," the wizard breathed, sliding his hands down slowly and caressing her hips appreciatively, his eyes glittering.
Hermione swallowed and closed her eyes against the wizard and the feel of those hands moving over places on her body no man had ever touched. She made a small sound as his hands slid back up over her waist and around the curves of her breasts.
"This was what you wanted, isn't it, Miss Granger Hermione," the wizard purred, watching as her eyes flew open.
"You you used my name," she breathed at the wizard as he drew his knuckles over her throat.
"Yes, and you will use mine from now on unless in the presence of students," Severus replied, "You are no longer my pupil, but my peer a fellow staff member. You will not address me as if you were a child any longer. You are a woman or soon will be made one in every sense of the word. I intend to give you my own kind of 'makeover,' witch."
"A makeover?" Hermione managed to breathe as Severus' hands moved back down her body, around the curves of her breasts, over her waist and hips, then down her thighs.
"Yes but this makeover will be on the inside, witch. You will look no different, but I assure you, you will feel different when I finish giving you the treatment. You will feel complete. Right," he promised her.
The feel of his hands on her body made Hermione feel a bit braver about this.
"Why Severus, why did you decide you wanted to pursue me? You haven't shown any interest in any witch at Hogwarts before except except Sybil when you were drunk," she said.
The wizard's face turned black and he dropped his hands from her body. Hermione gasped at the loss of contact.
"Why not just throw a bucket of never-melting ice water over me!" he snarled at her, anger in his eyes. "I never had an interest in Sybil. The bitch took advantage of me."
Severus' face contorted in disgust as he remembered pulling the sheets back and looking down on Sybil's anorexic body. He stared down at Hermione, cursing her mentally for making him remember that. His cock deflated.
"Get out," he hissed.
Hermione stared at him, realizing she had said the wrong thing to the wizard.
"Prof Severus, I'm sorry I didn't mean to " she began, stepping toward the wizard, who took a large step back from her, swirling his robes around himself as if he didn't want them to touch her either.
"It doesn't matter what you meant, Hermione. My cock is a flaccid as a flubberworm now and it's your fault," he seethed. "Not even your luscious little body can make me forget the horror I woke up next to that morning. Get out. There's nothing you can do for me now. We shall have to continue this later," he said, pulling Hermione out of the way, opening the office door and unceremoniously shoving her out, slamming the door shut behind her.
It clicked as he locked it.
The Professor seemed to have a very bad habit of forcibly ejecting witches from his domain. Apparently it didn't matter if he planned to fuck them in the future. When he wanted a witch out, he wanted her out. More proof he was no gentleman.
Hermione stared at the closed office door, her robes still open and her body tingling all over from the wizard's touch. She had hoped to feel those beautiful, artful hands on her bare skin at some point. But she'd ruined the mood. Hopefully Severus wasn't so squicked he needed more than a day to recover.
"Shit," Hermione said as she turned toward her rooms, making a mental note never to bring up Sybil in the Potions Master's presence again.
Damn. Things were just starting to get interesting too.
Severus stormed into his study.
"Why did the stupid little chit have to bring up Sybil?" he seethed, walking over to his liquor cabinet to find solace. At first he picked up a shot glass, then exchanged it for a tumbler. Still, he poured a minute amount into it and plopped down in the armchair facing the fireplace.
The very name of Sybil Trelawney affected the Potions Master like a powerful deflating draught. The wizard was really quite traumatized by his drunken fling with the witch as well as her subsequent stalking. Forbidden by Dumbledore to either hex or poison her, Severus had to suffer for several years before Hermione got her shipped off to Azkaban. He hadn't thought about the witch in months. Trust Hermione to dredge up the dead.
Things had been going so well too. He had just been about to slip his hands under her shirt and fondle those full breasts. The witch would have sprung a leak. He might have even taken a suckle or five. Shit.
Severus' nostrils flared. He had never heard of someone being her own cockblocker before but then again, this was Hermione. She was always doing things out of the ordinary. He would have answered her question very simply if she had left off the part about Sybil.
"I want to fuck a witch with a brain for once," would have been his reply.
It was partially true. Her virginal status was also a great lure, since he had never had a virgin before but Severus appreciated intelligence, and found a woman of intelligence being attracted to him quite tantalizing. He wanted to take the witch's thoughts away completely and make her mindless. What a sense of power that would give him. Hermione Granger's mental facilities were quite formidable fucking her was possibly the only way to keep that brain of hers from functioning on any logical level. If the wizard had his way, only the witch's 'animal mind' would be in action. The part that controlled the thrusting, moaning and orgasming.
He sat his glass down. Damn her for being so fucking inquisitive.
Severus gazed into the fire, debating whether he wanted another drink.
He wasn't the only one.
Hermione had returned to her rooms, her body aching for continuance. She tried reading, then pacing and finally her eyes fell on her well-stocked but little utilized liquor cabinet. She needed to relax maybe a drink or two was in order.
Hermione walked over to the cabinet and looked through it. There was wine, cognac, firewhiskey and peppermint schnapps. She took out the bottle of firewhiskey. It would get the job done quickly maybe even put her out so she could sleep without dreaming about the frustrating wizard.
She grabbed a tumbler and the bottle, then walked over to the floo and ordered a couple of cubes of never-ending ice. A house elf winked in with a small bowl containing two cubes and winked out again. Hermione dumped them into her glass and put the bowl on the mantel. It disappeared.
The witch put the glass on the table, went and showered, then got dressed for bed, wearing a short silk white nightie. She stopped wearing knickers to bed, because they were pretty much ruined by morning because of the Potions Master. Hermione returned to her study, curled up in the armchair, opened the bottle of Ogden's and carefully poured herself half a glass of firewhiskey.
Capping the bottle and setting it on the end table, she picked up the glass, looked at the amber liquid, then took a healthy swig.
She immediately started choking and coughing as the fiery liquid went down, her eyes tearing. Finally she stopped.
"I need to take smaller sips," she said to herself. The witch steeled herself and took another smaller sip. It went down smoother, the burn not so bad now rather nice really. She settled back in the chair.
"This ought to help me forget about the snarky bastard. I know he was mad about Sybil, but he didn't have to throw me into the hallway," she said, sipping on her drink.
By her seventh drink, the witch was livid.
"I shouldn't let him purssh me around," she complained, pouring another drink. "Who does he think he issh? He's not (hic*) the boss of me. I ought to march right over there and give him a piece of my mind that's what I ought to do. I'm tired of his fucking games and I need to (hic*) to tell him so."
Hermione finished her drink and looked at the fire for a moment, her eyes half-lidded with intoxicated ire.
"I think I will," the witch said, standing up and swaying slightly before walking into her room and retrieving her wand. It was about eleven o'clock at night.
Without thinking the least about getting a robe to cover herself, or someone possibly seeing her in her short nightie, bare-legged, bare-footed, and not to mention knickerless, Hermione exited her rooms into the dungeon corridor and stormed or swayed rather up to the Potions Master's office, where she hammered on the door hard with her fist.
"Severus Snape you opened thish door right now!" she cried, banging harder.
Severus had just dozed off in his bed. He didn't have another firewhiskey and spent his time grading papers to take his mind off the witch and how stupid she was to bring up Sybil. So he was sober. The wizard turned over restlessly, then sat up. He was naked of course. He cocked his head. Was someone banging on his door at this hour? He thought he heard a female voice. Was it one of his Slytherins?
He slid out of bed, grabbed his black house robe, tied it around himself and slipped his feet into his black slippers. He took his wand off the nightstand and headed for his study. Yes, there was definitely a female voice yelling. He hurriedly opened his study door.
"Severus! You open thish damn damn door right noooow!" Hermione raved, banging on his door.
Severus stopped with a look of amazement on his face. Hermione? At this time of night? Was she crazy?
He pulled the door open and glared down at the witch.
"Hermione, what the " he began, when Hermione stabbed her forefinger into his chest several times, drawing herself up to her full diminutive height.
"You, Severus Snape are an asshole!" she declared.
At first the wizard was shocked, then he smelled the firewhiskey.
No, the little minx wasn't crazy
She was drunk.
She was also in a very short nightie and wearing no knickers judging by the dark patch he could make out at the apex of her very visible thighs.
Both of Severus' eyebrows rose.
"You had no right to throw me throw me out like that. It's not my fault you got drunk and fucked Sybil. You should have should have " she said, faltering.
Curious as to what the witch was going to say, Severus urged her on.
"I should have what?" he asked her, smirking a bit at the situation.
"Kept your cock in your troushers," she said, poking him again.
"Such language, Hermione," he said, looking up and down the hall now to see if anyone was witnessing the witch trying to browbeat him while half naked and accessible. No. No one was about. He looked down at the witch.
"Maybe you would like to come in and continue to tell me how much of an asshole I am," he suggested, widening the door opening.
Hermione's eyes flashed, then went a little cross-eyed as she frowned up at the wizard.
"I most certainly will," she said, ducking under his arm, entering his office and storming into his study.
Severus watched her go, and slowly closed and securely warded his office door, adding a silencing charm as well.
He didn't want anyone listening in on the witch as she told him what she really thought about him.
Or hearing her afterwards.
The wizard walked to his study door, entered and closed the wall behind him.
Hermione was looking around.
"I can't believe how incredibly selfish you are with all theshe books," she griped. "You've fucking got the Hogwarts library in here! You stink, Severus!"
The Potions Master walked up to the drunken witch.
"I stink, Hermione?" he asked her, his lip curled up with amusement at the agitated woman.
"Stink, stink, stink!" she reiterated, stomping her little foot and making her nightie fly up in quite an interesting manner.
He considered her for a moment, then gestured to the two armchairs in front of the fireplace.
"Why don't you get comfortable before you continue telling me off," he suggested.
Hermione looked at the chairs, then stalked over and was about to sit down. Severus hurried over.
"Wait a minute," he said, adjusting the chairs so they faced each other. Then he seemed to take a mental measurement and drew Hermione's chair back about two feet.
"Now you can sit down," he said.
Hermione dropped in the chair and immediately drew her legs up, showing her snatch without knowing it.
Severus dropped down into his own chair, looking at the display of downy chestnut hair and labia for a moment, then flicking his eyes up at Hermione. He felt himself hardening.
"Now, Hermione please continue," he purred.
"I intend to," she said snottily, shifting in the chair and showing even more core.
"And why the hell are you smiling?"
"Am I smiling?" Severus said, straightening his face, "It must be a nervous reaction to my upcoming browbeating."
He adjusted his eyes to appear to be looking at the witch, but he was quite focused on the untouched treasure between her open thighs.
Hermione snorted.
"I should beat more than your brow," she said, waving her wand a little.
Severus decided he needed to get that away from her as soon as possible.
"You have been absolutely horrible. First, coming to my labs and getting next to naked invading my personal space on several occasions saying all manner of untoward things to me, spying on me and today throwing me into the corridor " she said.
"I believe I've invaded more than your space, Hermione," the wizard said evenly, lifting his eyes from her lovely little twat. "How have you been sleeping lately?"
"And that's another thing are you sending me dreams?" she asked him frowning, "You're in them all the time. It's disturbing."
"I imagine wanting to be fucked for the first time by a wizard as dark as I am is quite disturbing," Severus replied, his eyes glinting.
"I never said I wanted to be to be touched by you," Hermione seethed.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her.
"Your performance on the boulder said otherwise, witch," he purred at her.
Hermione turned a deep red.
"You had no business watching me do that you should have should have left when you saw I was having a private moment," the witch hissed at him.
"I might of if you hadn't said my name while doing it," Severus lied.
Hell, he wouldn't have left if he were tied to a herd of Pegasii.
"Well, you are a beast," the witch said.
Severus considered her, thinking what he was like when fucking.
"I can't argue with you there, Hermione," he said in a low voice.
So far he was an asshole, a stinker and now a beast.
"If I am so terrible, Hermione why haven't you told me to leave you alone?" the Professor asked the witch, his eyes back on her tight little snatch.
"What?" Hermione said, looking startled.
"I asked why you haven't told me to cease my actions toward you?" the pale wizard said, "If my advances are so unwanted, why do you let me access you the way I do?"
"I I didn't want to be rude," she said lamely, "I'm not like you."
"You think it's rude to tell a man who is trying to remove your tonsils with his tongue to stop?" Severus asked her, "or impolite to say stop when he's trapping you against walls, doors and counters with his body? Or bad form to ask him to take his hands off your breasts?"
Now Hermione felt confused, she stared at the wizard not knowing how to respond to this.
Severus sneered at her.
"I must say I like your brand of politeness, Hermione. But now "
He stood up, his black eyes once again resting between her thighs.
"We need to get to the real issue. Wait here," he said, striding into his bedroom.
Hermione wrapped her arms around her knees, wondering what the wizard was doing.
Severus walked into his bathroom, opening his medicinal potions cabinet and removed a bottle of sober up potion, and another bottle. He blew the dust off it and read the date. It was still potent. He walked back into the study and up to the witch. He held out the bottles.
"Drink these," he ordered.
Hermione frowned.
"What are they?" she asked him.
"The first is sober-up potion. I need you lucid witch. You are drunk. Normally, in this kind of situation I wouldn't care but this is a somewhat special case. Now drink it," he demanded.
Hermione looked mutinous.
"I like my buzz. It took a lot of time to get this way. I don't want to sober up," she replied.
Severus scowled at her, his black eyes shifting to her wand. Hm. She was drunk. Her reactions would be impaired.
Suddenly the wizard's pale hand shot out and he grabbed Hermione's wand out of her hand.
"Hey! Give that back you bastard!" Hermione yelled, getting out of the chair and going for him.
Severus ran around the study, staying just out of reach of the angry little witch on his heels, her hands crooked into claws as she swiped at his housecoat. The exercise would tire her out nicely.
"Give me my wand, Severus!" Hermione yelled, her short nightie fluttering. The wizard really wished he had eyes in the back of his head so he could enjoy the view.
Finally he stopped and turned, Hermione launching herself on him as he held her wand over his head and literally trying to climb up the wizard's body, all naked thighs and curves. She rubbed against his cock liberally, Severus pushing his hips out a little to increase the contact.
"You give that back," she said, one arm around his neck, her thighs on either side of his waist, gripping his body between them for leverage as she reached up with one hand. Her ass was clearly visible unfortunately Severus couldn't take advantage of the view.
The wizard wrapped an arm around Hermione, clutching her against him, his cock pressed firmly between her legs.
"You can shimmy up me anytime, Hermione," he purred.
It was then the witch noticed she was wrapped around his body, and something very hard was pressing between her legs lengthwise. She looked at Severus in shock as the fact she wasn't wearing knickers sank in and all that was between them was his house robe.
She started to struggle.
"Let me go, you lecher!" she yelled at him.
"Lecher? Hermione, you are the one who clambered up me as if I were a tree. Is it my fault you are resting against my 'trunk?'" the wizard purred at her, tightening his hold and putting her wand into his pocket and wrapping his other arm around her as well.
"You put me down!" the witch cried, then went half lidded as Severus rubbed his cock against her labia through his robes, pressing on her clit in the process. Gods, his hardness felt incredible. Hermione's body instantly ignited.
"Shit!" Hermione breathed, ceasing her struggles and relaxing against him, her thighs gripping the wizard tighter.
Severus smirked and carried Hermione back over to the armchair. He pried her off of him and put her back in the chair. Her eyes were hot as she looked at him. He offered her the sober-up potion.
"Drink this. Then we'll see how far this goes," he breathed.
This time, buoyed by the promise of something more, Hermione took the sober-up potion and drank it down, mesmerized by the wizard's gaze. She lowered the bottle from her lips, and Severus took it from her and offered her the next bottle.
Thinking it was more sober-up potion, the witch drank it down. This was another sign of her inebriation. Hermione never drank anything without at least reading the label first. She lowered the bottle and felt a strange sensation beneath her navel, a kind of whirling, like some kind of vortex had opened inside her. Then the feeling was gone.
Her head clear, Hermione looked up at Severus.
"What was that?" she asked the wizard.
"Protection. So you won't conceive when I fill you," he said quietly.
"Fill me?" Hermione said rather dazedly.
Then the enormity of her situation dropped on her like a hunting roc. She was in the Professor's room naked beneath her nightie, wandless and with no knickers. Her eyes washed over the wizard's bare legs and she bet even galleons that he was naked under that house robe.
"Come," he said, his dark eyes growing darker.
This was it. He couldn't let her go now. She had come to his rooms of her own free will. Sure she had been inebriated, but that was no reason for him to exercise restraint. Severus was a lot like muggle law enforcement concerning drunkenness.
Don't get behind the wheel if you can't drive.
By coming to his private rooms, Hermione had seated herself firmly behind the wheel of destiny, heading for the final destination. Him.
At least he sobered her up first.
Now that she was sober, Hermione was beginning to feel frightened again. Severus saw it in her amber eyes, her pupils become larger as she looked at him.
He wished she would try to escape him.
"Do you want to continue telling me off, Hermione," he purred, "I'm all ears now."
Hermione realized her legs were up and gapped in the chair and she quickly lowered them and clamped her thighs together. Severus smirked.
"You have a very pretty pussy, witch," he said, placing his long arms on the back of the chair and leaning over the witch, crowding her, making her feel trapped. Hermione's breathing quickened.
"Let's take an account of what happened tonight. First, you bang on my door at an ungodly hour, poke your very pointy finger into my chest call me an asshole, invade my premises, tell me I stink, threaten me, accuse me of acting wrongly when you accepted everything I did, call me a beast, chase me around my own study, then climb all over me and call me a lecher. Now that I have suffered all these indignities, what do you suppose I am going to do to you?" he asked her, his warm breath washing over the witch.
"Throw me out again?" she said in a very small voice, so aware of his body looming over hers. He seemed much bigger than her normal perception of him. The Professor's nostrils flared.
"No. You came here for a reason witch. You used liquor for courage, and a possible excuse, but the truth is you want to be with me. You want what I can give you," Severus said in a low voice. "You want me to fuck you, Hermione and I must admit, I want you too. Very badly. I think it will be a different experience with you, much better than my usual shags. You're an innocent. I've never had an innocent before."
Severus hesitated. Hard honesty was necessary now. Dark as he was, he didn't want Hermione to get the wrong idea about him. He wasn't a wizard in love. He was a wizard in lust, and when that lust was sated it was more than likely he would retreat back into his quiet, witchless world.
"You have to know, Hermione, that my fucking you will not mean we are an item. I live a quiet, private life and prefer to keep the world and those in it at arm's length. You have sparked my interest sexually witch, but I will not become your 'boyfriend.' I will not change toward you in any manner. I will remain the cold, distant, disciplined, 'asshole' I am. It is likely this will never happen between us again. Can you accept this, witch?" he asked her.
Hermione stared at Severus. If she said she accepted this, then it would mean yes to his deflowering her as well. It would also mean that he would walk away afterwards. Well, actually they would both walk away, their lust and curiosity about each other satisfied. Could she share that kind of intimacy with the wizard and not be eternally affected? Hermione didn't know. She only knew that as she looked into those black eyes, she wanted to fall into them, be possessed by them. Even if it were only one time.
"Yes, I can accept it, Severus," she said softly, her voice a bit trembly as she felt a stone drop into her belly.
The wizard stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Suddenly he straightened and gripped Hermione by the wrist so tightly it hurt. She winced.
"Come with me," the Potions Master hissed, pulling the witch up from the chair and striding toward his bedroom, dragging her behind him.
Hermione was his now.
It was time to pluck her petals.
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A/N: I know, another cliffy. Lol. You know I love to draw out the moments before the lemons though the anticipation gets me. I mean, come on we all know they're going to do it and it's really the idea of it that stokes our little fires. When they do it's great but it's the anticipation that makes the citrus juuuuust a bit sweeter. Lemons are a definite next chappie. Lol to Hermione chasing Severus and climbing all over him trying to get her wand. Please review.