A glowing 10:07pm shimmered in the cool dungeon air and Severus slashed it with a sneer. Where was the girl? It had been over five hours since she had fled and left him alone with those two simpering fools.
He loathed Potter even more now than he did before the war had ended. The twit had often come to visit him in St. Mungos as he was recovering, looking to make some sort of peace with the man. Severus had quickly knocked that idea out of young Gryffindor's head with a few hurled insults and a tossed bed pan.
Potter. He was still an arrogant little shite, strutting around the school while nearly everyone who passed him patted his shoulder or gawked in awe. It was enough to make him sick. Not to mention he was still the offspring of the boy who had made his life hell and the woman he loved.
His gut twisted as the image of Lily sprung forth. Those green eyes mocked him through James Potter's face day in and day out. And now those eyes knew. They knew he had loved Lily and they looked upon him with pity when the boy thought he was unaware.
Growling, Severus cast another tempus, noting that another ten minutes had gone by. WHERE was she? Surely Minerva wouldn't have kept the girl so long without sending word.
She's with Potter. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. Of course she was, what other explanation could there be? Yet another woman in his life swayed by a Potter; had even lost her virginity to him. Just like Lily. Fire built in his chest as he imagined both the brunette and the redhead tussling with each Potter alike. Fuck life and its cruel sense of irony when it came to him.
Just as he was about to send his patronus to Minerva to find out where the hell Granger was, the portrait to his rooms swung open and she walked in, a large smile on her face. Oblivious to him, she closed the portrait and started to her rooms.
"Where have you been?"
The witch nearly jumped out of her skin and spun to face him in a defensive dueling stance, wand out and aimed at his chest. When her frenzied eyes locked on his, she let out a breath, "Sir! You really shouldn't skulk around in the dark like that!"
He narrowed his eyes, "These are my rooms Miss. Granger and I'll reside in them however I wish."
"Well then don't get too upset if I let off a curse," she said with a smile and light shrug.
He sneered, "I'd like to see you try Granger. Now WHERE have you been?"
The girl's smile faltered and something tightened in his chest. She looked hurt and for some odd reason it echoed within him. Mentally shaking the thought away he raised an eyebrow as he waited for an explanation.
"I… I was in the common room with Harry and Ron."
The fire roared back to life and it took an effort to rein his anger in. Bloody Potter. "Doing what?"
She looked down and wrung her fingers nervously. It was almost enough to make him take pity on her and just send her to her rooms for the evening. Almost.
"We were celebrating."
Severus rolled his eyes and scoffed, "As if you didn't already know you had managed to scrape out an Outstanding. A celebration indeed."
Her eyes flashed and she jutted out her chin defiantly, "I didn't manage to scrape an Outstanding. I got the only perfect score known to Hogwarts."
Severus was stunned into silence. The knowledge that his student, his apprentice had bested him on her NEWTS, was not something he had expected. For a moment he was impressed, he felt a fondness creep into his blood that he found difficult to put into words. He was proud of her.
He cleared his throat to break their abrupt pause in conversation, "I suppose your regurgitation of facts was bound to be useful."
He watched as her eyes lost their fire, her pride taking a crippling blow at his nonchalance and instead of feeling vindicated he felt like a complete arse. Tears shimmered in her eyes and in his embarrassment of feeling something other than disdain or arousal he sneered, "In any case, it is well past curfew. Do you think yourself above the rules Miss. Granger?"
She shook her head and he grasped her chin forcefully, locking his eyes to hers. The start of tears trickled down her cheeks and his manhood throbbed in appreciation of how pretty she looked when she cried. Much better. "This is the second time I am correcting you for not using your words when responding. You will take five lashes from my belt and another from my hand for every minute you were passed curfew."
Twenty-five swats ought to bring the girl to heel. He had no intention of leaving any marks just enough to keep her aware of his annoyance, "Lift your skirt and bend over the edge of the couch."
Roughly she pulled her chin from his grasp and placed herself over the edge, flipping her skirt curtly. Rebellion was etched into her stance. Her face was turned from him but he could feel her glare, her legs were pressed tightly together, and every muscle was taught with frustration and anger. He was going to enjoy this.
The clinking of his belt made her flinch in anticipation. So sweet were her reactions. He rested the leather against her behind softly for a moment before yanking her panties up between her cheeks. She let out a surprised grunt and looked back at him, a scathing comment on her lip.
He quirked a brow and swung the belt down against her behind turning whatever she was about to say into a yelp of pain. Quickly he brought it down again to the other cheek and another in succession to land across both. Fire bloomed across her cheeks, slight welts rising in his wake. It was not the only thing rising. Merlin her ass was fucking perfect for this, so round and just enough jiggle to nearly mesmerize him.
Twice more he struck her, each met with a muffled whimper as she buried her face deeper into the couch. Softly he stroked her skin, feeling the heat from his ministrations radiating from her. He bit back a groan as he palmed and kneaded the flesh, "Would you like to be over my lap for the rest?"
There was a long pause before her timid voice sounded, "Yes Master."
The affirmation made him hard as a fucking diamond. He was going to burst through these slacks if he didn't get free. Taking a seat on the longer sofa he patted his lap. Cautiously, her cheeks stained with tears, she laid herself over him.
Without a word he adjusted her so her hips were pressed firmly against his arousal and she gasped softly. Smirking, he tugged the cloth between her cheeks, twisting it around to dig into her clit as she held back her moans red-faced.
What a sight before him. Her pert little bottom was already red and hot from his belt, her cheeks equally red with arousal as she tried to control her breathing. She was born for this, for submission, to be his submissive.
The first five strikes were quick, stinging and sharp. Each jostle pushed her harder against his erection and it was difficult to keep his mind on the count. When they had reached ten he switched to harder more thudding blows, rubbing the ache away between each strike. By now her entire backside emanated a fiery heat that had him throbbing beneath her. He wanted nothing more than to throw her down and fuck that glowing behind until she screamed.
He had been an asshole though and he wanted to make it up to her somehow. Once the final blow had landed, and the last sweet cry escaped her lips he took his time trailing his hands over her. He rubbed her arse, gently kneading and stroking until he could see her panties darkening with her arousal.
"What a good girl I have, you took your punishment so well Hermione," he purred as he continued to tend to her aching body.
At the sound of her name her body shuddered. He tucked away that bit of knowledge for future use. She made no move to leave his lap, her body limp as he continued to trace patterns over her abused flesh. His fingers trailed to her panties and he pressed a finger to where he knew her opening to be. She let out a shocked groan.
"What's this?" He rubbed harder, another little mewl escaping her that shot straight to his groin, "Are you wet from your punishment?"
No response followed until he fisted her mass of curls. "Yes Master!" she cried out, the lusty gravel in her voice made his cock twitch.
"What a naughty little slut," he growled as he yanked her panties down to her knees. Immediately he pumped two fingers into her pussy. The pressure around him nearly made him groan; she was so fucking tight. She was so aroused, his furious in and out was accompanied by a delectable wet clicking. It drove him wild with desire.
He brought her head closer to his lips until she was on all fours, the pressure on his dick gone but the sight of her, mouth agape and eyes lidded as he filled her over and over was enough for him. His thumb found her clit and he made sure to rub it as her eyes flashed open wide when he grazed it.
"Isnt that right Hermione?" Another shudder of her body. "Aren't you my filthy slut?" He pumped harder into her and she groaned out a passable response. Fuck he needed to see her come undone, to watch the prissy little swot beg to cum on his fingers.
His lips were directly against her ear now, murmuring darkly, "What did you do during your practical? Did you show the instructor what a good cock sucker you are? Is that how you got a perfect score?"
Anger flashed through her, he felt her tense but he just pressed harder against her bundle of nerves, making her cry out.
"If it was nearly half as good as your performance earlier then I'd certainly give you an O. I'd give you a bloody perfect score." Her body shook, orgasm nearing its peak and he slowed his movements, drawing out every little tremor he could. "Especially if you swallowed it all next time."
"Please, Sir," she whimpered, rolling her hips back against his hand.
Ah, there it was, "Please what pet?" He turned her head to look into her eyes. They were nearly black, pupils blown wide in her arousal and her breath coming in short shallow spurts. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and a rush of desire flooded through him.
He wanted to kiss her again. A Lily with betrayal in her eyes flashed across his consciousness and pain quickly eradicated his desire. Her voice, oblivious to his guarded hurt, broke through him, "Please make me cum, Sir."
He smirked, masking the dull ache in his chest, and quickened his pace once more as her eyes fluttered shut. "Cum then Hermione, cum for me."
Her resounding moan as she clenched hard against his fingers made him grateful for the wards set in place around his rooms. It seemed to go on and on as she pressed back and squeezed him with her orgasm.
With one last shudder she collapsed forward, panting into the couch as her reddened backside lay in his lap once more. Distractedly he stroked from her back to the top of her thighs and back again, repeating the motion in a soothing and calming gesture.
He was a broken man. One consumed with anger and the unrequited love of a dead girl and still this young woman desired him. Sure, he had coaxed himself into her panties but she looked at him with desire and lust that flared so brightly it burned with the memory of when Lily had looked at him similarly.
They had been much younger, fourth year, but the same twinkle in her eyes shone. She had leaned forward, green eyes sparkling with desire, and she had kissed him. It was awkward and clumsy and to be honest not all that great. When she had pulled away the desire was gone, the fire drenched in icy water as if it had never been.
The young woman wiggled beneath his hand with a contented sigh. He smacked her bottom sharply, "One is enough for this evening."
He urged her to stand, doing the same and smirked at her disheveled state, "Perhaps if you had arrived earlier I could have done that over and over until you had your fill." Once more her pupils dilated with need. "But it is late and we have an early morning. We will meet in the lab at 8."
He left her, making to his rooms when her voice called, so softly he nearly missed it, "Thank you, Sir."
Lust came back to him in an instant, making him pause and contemplate dragging her into his bedroom. Her submissive tendencies came out at the most unexpected times and jolted to his cock like a bolt of lightning to a metal rod.
Steeling his resolve and without turning to face her just-cum appearance, he gruffly said, "Goodnight Granger." He locked himself in his rooms and stripped down to nothing. He could do nothing to shake the bushy haired swot from his head as he drifted off to sleep.
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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading and taking the time to review. For those of you with concerns saying Severus is abusing Hermione well guess what buttercup? She was coerced into this contract, its going to be a little shady at times. But I promise there is more to Severus' feelings for her. Even if he doesn't see it or know how to express it very well. As always your reviews inspire me :D xo