Chapter 29

Hermione felt a shiver run right through her body at the painting's words and proceeded into the room to find Professor Snape seated staring at a number of papers clasped in his fingers. A jolt in her stomach brought recognition. Those were her letters. He finally raised his eyes to hers and stood before her.

"Come to me, Miss Granger."

She went to him, stepping slowly until there was a mere foot between them.

"Good girl," he crooned and she felt the release of tension from her shoulders. "Would you like to sit at my feet again, sweet girl?"

He was giving her a choice. She didn't have to, but she wanted to. Hermione vigorously nodded her head and took her position on her knees. She'd turned her body to face away from him.

"Ah, ah, ah. You must face me. I wish to speak to you," came that velvety voice from above. She shuffled around awkwardly and flashed a glance up to him, noting the amused look on his face, before casting her gaze downwards. She was hyperaware of him and was certain she felt, rather than heard, him take his seat.

"Miss Granger," she looked up, "I must make you aware that I thoroughly enjoy you in this position for me." Her pussy clutched in response to his words. She realised that she hadn't uttered a word since entering his rooms and decided that the second he presented an opportunity she would find her voice.

"I will give you a choice. There are two main things we must discuss this morning and you may choose which we will talk about first. We shall not discuss our encounter this morning and I will explain why when it is appropriate. Now, we need to talk about these letters," he raised the missives into the line of sight when he referenced them, "and we must discuss the meeting with Marcus this evening. Which would you prefer to address first?"

Hermione thought it through and thought that it would be best to discuss the letters first. To get it over and done with and she told him so.


Severus was surprised at her decision. He'd assumed that she would put off discussing her letters for as long as possible.

"Very well, Miss Granger," he began, "I thank you for both letters. You're a very good girl for providing them." He saw he shift a little and wished for a moment that he had her naked. He'd love to be able to look on her bare pussy while they has the conversation. To know what each shift of her body was about. Had his words inspired a dribble of lubrication? He licked his lips and her eyes fixed on them. He fought a smirk.

"The letters were, as expected, well written and clear. However, you left out certain details and I have a question or two. Before that though, I have a few things to say. I do not say these things lightly. I expect you to listen, absorb and not curb any natural reactions to my words," she looked puzzled at that last remark. He just wanted to hear those panting breaths and see her shift in arousal without trying to hide it.

"Yes, Sir," came her sweet little voice.

He began again, speaking slowly and breaking regularly to allow her to absorb what he was saying, "I want to know everything you have to say. To me, your thoughts and feelings will never be a waste of time. I would like to say that it will always be possible for you to prepare a plate for me, but it will not. However, I will allow it whenever it's appropriate. (I like the fact that you want to serve me this way). On the matter of being praised by me, I will always praise good behaviour. I am pleased to hear that you do not fear me this arrangement would not work otherwise. Very special good girls can appreciate the pleasure of being on their knees. You did well to specifically state what you liked, what excited you. It is important that I'm aware of that." He stopped there to watch her. She seemed to be taking in all that he'd said. He eyes sparkled with pleasure and her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

Severus decided he would give her a few minutes and simply sat watching her. She was flushed and panting. He could see her chest physically raising and falling. The movement made an enticing spectacle of her breasts. He wanted to remove her top and gaze upon her bra encased breasts. Perhaps he would tease her nipples or maybe he would have her do it for his viewing pleasure. He was lost in his own fantasy for a moment until her voice brought him out of it.

"Sir? Sir, I understand what you've said and I… um… appreciate your response," apparently she'd taken his silence to indicate an expectation for her to talk. "You also mentioned questions Sir."

"Yes, although I'm not sure if they are questions precisely. What I require, Miss Granger, is clarification on two points. I would like to know specifically what your physical state was while I 'petted' you. I would also like an explanation of the ritual you refer to," he looked and her and she cast her eyes to the floor. All the pleasure and excitement she had displayed at his previous words was gone and she looked pale and concerned. His instinct was to pull her up into his lap. The angel on his shoulder said that he wanted her in his arms to soothe and calm her; The devil on his other shoulder whispered that he wanted to slip his fingers inside her while circling her clit, driving her wild and demanding answers in payment for an orgasm. It was too tempting and so he left her where she was.

"Miss Granger, I expect a response and I expect you to look at me while you give it," his tone brooked no argument and despite her obvious discomfort, she responded to it.

With her eyes on his she began to speak, her voice was audibly shaking, "I loved it Sir. I was excited, by which I mean s-sexually aroused. I-I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I didn't want it to end." Her face filled with mortification she breathed out an apology and buried her face in her hands and began to cry. He could hear her soft sobbing and threw caution to the wind. He stood and reached for her arms pulling her to her feet. He then stepped back and pulled her into his lap, wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to bury her face in his chest. He gently rocked her as her body shook with her sobs.