A/N: Hi folks, thanks for coming back to 'Accommodations'! I appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed reading all your thoughts on the last chapter. I hope this one won't disappoint, either. Let me know what you think, please? I'd be ever so grateful. :)
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xxx Marcella
Sunday, February 1st, 1996
Feeling disorientated, tired, and emotionally exhausted could not make Hermione repeat the same mistake she had made the last time she was forced to walk the long distance back to her common room in the middle of a winter night, stark naked. This time, she knew to cast a Heating charm, and to keep it whirling around her Disillusioned form as she sneaked her way up to Gryffindor tower.
A long night full of fabulous sex – surprisingly so, considering how awkward their first time together had been – with the professor had deteriorated into a surprise visit from Mr – no, from Lord Malfoy, and she had almost been forced into servicing him with her mouth, a feat that even Sirius had never once demanded of her. When he had been 'up' for it, the Black heir had always chosen her quim over her mouth, a fact that Hermione had been glad for at the time. Now, she had to wonder if it might not have been in her favour to gain at least some experience in doing… that… with a man who desired her and admired her and would do nothing to hurt her.
But she had gratefully opted to go with Sirius's wishes, something she now regretted as it was falling to Lucius Malfoy, of all people, to take up the task of rectifying that mistake.
Hermione was aware that she should be worried, panicked, even, at the thought of what would be expected of her the following weekend. But she was simply so knackered after this rollercoaster of emotions that the night had been for her, that she felt a certain numbness that negated any worry that might otherwise have crept into her graceless heart. Worry would need to come later, she decided. First, she needed the blessed comfort of her bed and a few hours' sleep.
Monday, February 2nd, 1996
The morning lessons had been largely uneventful, although Hermione felt saddened that they had become so used to the madness of Umbridge's lessons that, if they were not madder than usual, she would describe them as 'uneventful'. Her body and mind still had not caught up to the shock of Lucius Malfoy barging in on them mid-action and demanding that Hermione pleasure him orally.
The catching-up did happen, however, the second Professor Snape billowed into the dungeon classroom. Hermione realized that Lord Malfoy need not necessarily be the first man she welcomed into her mouth. Perhaps she could convince the professor to have that honour.
After picking up the necessary ingredients for the day's potion from the store room with the other students, Hermione settled into her usual back row corner seat and waited. Of course, she did not sit idle, but started on her brew. Mentally broadcasting impressions of her memorable night with the Potions Master had him by her side the moment he had made sure that no student was about to blow up the classroom anytime soon.
"Miss Granger," he drawled into her ear, having come to stand so closely behind her that he did not even need to lean in to do so, "is there something you wish to tell me about your weekend activities that I do not yet know of myself?"
Hermione smiled.
"Oh yes, professor," she said. "I wished to thank you for the educating night, and for all that you did for me."
"All that I did for you, Miss Granger?" the professor queried. "Do you mean all five that I did for you?"
"Yes, those," Hermione agreed readily, blushing at the mention of the number of orgasms that he had drawn from her, "and for your quick thinking, and the protection that came out of it."
"My 'quick thinking'," Severus repeated hollowly. "I fancy myself a quick thinker in general, Miss Granger, so I see not what nobility lay in that attribute for you this weekend. As for the protection, I have no idea what you are talking about."
The girl had the audacity to widen her smile.
"Of course you don't, professor," she replied, agreeing to his unspoken request not to mention how he had talked her inner organs and her general well-being out of the severe danger they had been in from Lucius. "But either way, I am grateful, and I would like to show you how grateful."
The innuendo was clearly audible in her voice, and for a moment Severus had to wonder what kind of deviant he had created by bedding the girl. A second later, he decided that in this instant, he didn't even want to care. All he wanted to do was use that deviance, and to satisfy himself on whatever the girl was about to offer.
"Is that why you are projecting your perspective of your… detention for everyone who might be looking for it?"
Severus accompanied the question by grabbing the girl's hips and pulling them backwards into his groin. He sighed, inwardly, when his raging bulge that had hardened the second the girl began her mental assault nestled into her bum. He had not hesitated to erect the usual wards and charms that would keep the students from turning their heads to see where the Potions Master had gone, and they wouldn't hear or see anything, even if they strained their ears to listen or did happen to turn around and look.
"Well, I had to get your attention somehow, sir, didn't I?"
He appreciated that the girl fell seamlessly into the agreed-upon form of address for their meetings of this nature. As long as she did not call him 'professor', Severus might be able to forget for a while that he was her teacher, she his student, and that he was molesting her in the middle of his classroom, during class, no less.
"You have it now, Miss Granger," Severus spoke directly into her ear, and he stiffened even more at the pleasured shudder that ran through the girl as his breath stroked the side of her face. "What exactly did you have in mind to show your gratitude?"
At that, the girl swallowed. Wondering why she would choose to become nervous now, of all times, Severus decided to alleviate her nerves – and promptly slipped his hand into the band of her skirt, diving into the front of her knickers and cupping her soft mound.
Sighing and leaning back into his taller body, the girl enjoyed his ministrations for a while, the soft stroking of his hand, his fingers parting her folds, and his slick digits teasing her nub. Eventually, she spoke.
"I wish to thank you… orally," she pressed out.
Severus's hand stilled. He was not sure what reaction was expected from him at that statement. As a man, it was probably perfectly understandable how his cock twitched and how his blood rushed into his lower regions to accompany the longing for the wet cavern of the girl's mouth. A sliver of rationality remained, however, and it cautioned him against agreeing to any sexual acts that the girl was likely only suggesting out of fear.
"Please, sir," the girl continued, even more nervous at his lack of reaction than at spelling out her initial offer, "please, I wish to please you that way, if you'll allow it."
Severus swallowed thickly and decided to take the high road.
"What makes you say that, Miss Granger?" he asked, not unkindly. "Are you only offering because you are afraid of the Lord Governor?"
The girl did not even flinch at the preposterous title Lucius still assumed for himself. It was true, the man was so deep in so many pockets of the current governors that it made little difference whether he himself carried that title or not, he might as well style himself one. Still, that the girl did not speak up against the moniker now, worried Severus.
"No," she said, too quickly. That, she seemed to notice herself, for she amended, "Yes, it is true that I am afraid of my next detention, sir, but this is not the sole reason for my offer. I promised that all my sexual relations would be with you, and you alone. It pains me that you must give me to another, but I understand your reasons. If I have to please the Lord Governor, though, I would rather he doesn't get something I then can never give to you – that first experience."
Severus was taken aback. Time and time again did the girl surprise him by offering him aspects of her innocence. His heart, resting behind the watch that contained the most precious gift a woman could offer to a man, grew heavy in the knowledge that he did not deserve her naïve kindness in the least.
Of course, that would not stop him from taking her up on that offer.
"Choosing the lesser of two evils, Miss Granger?" he asked, masking how moved he was by her innocence, so freely given. "Well, it would be impolite of me to reject such a generous offer. Let Lucius have my sloppy seconds, if he so desires. I will assume that you are certain in your conviction to demonstrate your gratitude to me in this way?"
The girl merely nodded, still facing away from him.
"Very well," Severus said, stepping away from her body, "then we should not delay any longer."
A few twirls of his wand had the protective wards around them fall.
"I have always said that your knowledge of Potions is far too theoretical in nature, rather than practical, Miss Granger," he sneered, loud enough to gain the class's attention, "but I had hoped that what little intellect you possess might enable you to differentiate between armadillo bile and anteater bile. Yet what do we have here?"
With a wave of his hand, the contents of the girl's cauldron were Vanished.
"As I am a benevolent teacher," – his Slytherins snickered at this, as he had known they would – "I will not see this grave mistake of yours as a serious attempt to blow this whole room to shreds, along with everyone in it. Instead, I understand it as the thinly veiled criticism of my store room organization that you most certainly meant it to be.
"Well," Severus drawled, and his voice got dangerously low at the syllable, "if you believe you can do better, Miss Granger, go ahead and implement what organizational system you think best. You have the rest of the lesson for your task – and detention on Saturday night."
The Gryffindors gasped, Potter looked ready to murder him, and Draco had a very self-satisfied grin on his face, as if he had singularly caused the girl to land in detention. Severus wondered shortly whether Lucius had talked to the boy about what he had witnessed in the Head of House's private quarters this weekend. He decided that even Lucius was aware of how big a mouth his son had, and would not go telling him things about Severus that might potentially harm his standing as Head.
Hanging her head, the girl made her way to the store room. Getting the class under control was no easy feat, as it never was after some especially unfair punishment of a Gryffindor student. Fortunately, the students were well used to the Potions Master's quick temper and did not act up for longer than a minute, and even then only while his back was turned.
When they were calm and concentrated on their cauldrons as much as they ever were, Severus sauntered over to the store room. Another few wards, unsuspiciously erected, had anyone who might approach the door lose their desire of actually opening it. Slipping into the tiny room, Severus found the girl bent at the waist, her bum to him.
Groaning, he stepped into the girl. She almost fell over, but he gripped her hips and held her tightly to his groin, rubbing his hardness against her behind a few times before releasing her. Staggering a little, the girl raised herself to stand straight.
"You startled me, sir," she accused him.
Severus could see that she had already begun shuffling containers about.
"Do you actually think that you could devise a better system than I, Miss Granger?" he queried.
"I do not, sir," the girl replied. "I do believe that there is a better system than the one currently in place, but it would need an organized mind to understand it, and that is why you elected not to implement it for the students' store room. I assume that your personal stores are organized differently?"
Severus merely inclined his head, ever so slightly, but the girl had her answer.
"Of course, sir, you leave me no choice but to reorder the ingredients in here, so that the others may think that I actually did something, rather than sit idle."
"You are wrong, Miss Granger," Severus said, "if you believe only for a second that after your generous promise of a demonstration of your gratitude, I would let you 'sit idle' in here. Why do you think I assigned you here?"
Understanding dawned on the girl's face, lighting up her whole expression, and her mouth fell open in a beautiful 'O'. Remembering how often he had wondered what it might be like to shut the girl up, to fill her dumbstruck mouth when it had subconsciously opened, Severus revelled in the fact that he would find out any minute now.
"Oh," the girl said. "Oh, right now, sir?"
Severus chuckled.
"Did you have anything better planned, Miss Granger?"
"Well," the girl replied, "actually, I was just about to reorder –"
"None of that now," Severus asserted. "You have bigger things to attend to."
Calm now, Hermione admonished herself, desperately trying to slow her racing heart. This is what you wanted, remember?
Remembering that little fact, that the professor was not forcing her to do anything she herself had not suggested she perform on him in the first place, became harder and harder to do as the professor parted his robes, opened a couple of the lower buttons on his frock coat, zipped down his fly, and took out his hard cock.
Hermione felt her eyes go wide. She had never really seen the professor's manhood before, and the sight was equally beautiful and frightening to her. To think that this would have fit into her tight opening was unfathomable for her, and to fit him into her mouth now seemed a daunting task.
Lord Malfoy's demand came to her mind, and she followed it for the professor. Kneeling in front of the man, Hermione looked up at him. To her surprise, he reached out to her. Cupping her face, the professor traced her lower lip, plucking at it with his thumb. Opening her mouth, Hermione kept her eyes trained on Professor Snape's as he guided his hardness into her mouth.
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, echoed through Severus's mind as the girl's mouth engulfed the tip of his cock. Merlin, did she even know how arousing it was to have her gaze locked with his own as he was inching into her? He thought not, but then again, the girl had always known things she had no business knowing, so perhaps this was just one instance of this.
He failed to follow that thought as the girl sucked experimentally. Her tongue pressed ever so slightly into the underside of his spongy head, trapping the tip of his cock against the roof of her mouth as her cheeks went concave with her applied suction. Her lips looked even plumper than usual, wrapped around his hardness as they were, and Severus groaned at the sight and feel of her first tentative blowjob.
Everything after that went by in a haze. Later, he would remember shoving himself deeper into the girl's mouth, how she had gagged as he hit the back of her throat, and how she had set to pleasuring him. Her technique was sloppy, rather than refined, but Severus did not expect anything else, nor was 'sloppy' a bad thing, exactly, when it came to receiving head.
He was certain that Lucius would teach her finesse, but that was not what Severus desired right now. What he received was far more precious – he got to experience her innocence, her curiosity, her sense for adventure and experiments. He got to enjoy the girl in all her naturalness, all her unsophistication, and for once that was a good thing, a fabulous thing. Without technique to guide her, with only instincts telling her what to do and how to please him, the experience had a rawness to it that had Severus come far quicker than he usually would.
The girl spluttered and coughed, trying desperately to empty her lungs of his ejaculate while simultaneously swallowing down everything he had to give her. The whole affair was messy, but Severus found himself unable to call it 'not pretty'. There was an attraction to seeing his seed on the girl's face that allowed his cock to harden again, almost instantly.
Helping the girl up from where she was kneeling on the floor, Severus bade her turn around. Placing her hands against a shelf that she could comfortable brace herself against, he spread her legs. A whispered spell had her knickers in his trouser pocket.
"They will turn back to their natural colour and shape in a few hours, sir," the girl explained without being asked.
"In that case," Severus replied, "I suppose you will have to come to me to collect them. Or better yet, to recast the charm. But that is a discussion for another time, wouldn't you agree, Miss Granger?"
Whether her moaned 'yes' was the agreement to his rhetorical question, or whether it was her consent to what they were about to do, or whether it was an expression of her triumph at the sensation of Severus's cock penetrating her once more, he could not say, nor did he particularly care. His manhood split open her nether lips, sinking deep into her core, and finally bottoming out.
"I believe you will need to fail in your reorganization of my store room, Miss Granger," he drawled into her ear as he withdrew his cock until only the tip remained nestled inside her cunt. "After all, I have just devised a far better way for you to spend the rest of this lesson. Any complaints?"
"None," the girl panted, "except – could you move, maybe, sir? This teasing drives me mad."
Severus did not reply – not verbally, at least. All the answer the girl got was his cock, driving into her with abandon, in and out, until they were both satisfied.
"Sir?" the girl asked after they had finished, pulling down her skirt from where Severus had pushed it up. "May I have my knickers back now?"
Severus watched where the girl's hands smoothed over the fabric of her skirt, stroking her own bum in the process.
"No," he simply replied.
Too exhausted to argue, or knowing that no discussion would help her in this case, the girl did not deign his refusal fit for an answer. Instead she pulled out her wand and made to clean herself. Severus gripped her hand as he had in his private quarters, blocking her from Vanishing every trace of him from her body.
"Don't," he commanded, and the girl looked up at him in confusion. Severus's gaze softened ever so slightly as he explained, "I may have twisted the facts a little for Lucius on Saturday night, but I have been truthful about one thing: I like to have you bearing my imprint on you all day."
The girl's mouth fell open, but no retort was forthcoming.
"It's not a punishment, contrary to what I said then," Severus elaborated, "but rather part of the experience of having intercourse. I cannot control your actions throughout the day, but I would prefer it if you heeded my wishes in this case. Do not Vanish the results of our coupling from you until tomorrow morning, Miss Granger."
"If you really don't want me to clean up," the girl asked hesitantly, "then why don't you make it part of our agreement? Why not a task for my lessons with you?"
Severus hesitated for just a moment.
"I could," he said. "But I would rather you do me this favour than force this on you. A cleaning spell should take so little magic out of you that you should be able to perform it, wandlessly and non-verbally, even when hurt and exhausted. As it is, it would be ridiculous to make it part of your training to live under this condition – spoiled."
The girl nodded. Whether she was accepting his reasoning or his plea, Severus could not say, but for the moment, she put her wand away, and that was answer enough.
After the professor had left the store room, satisfied with having come twice – once in her mouth, and once inside her core – he had tasked her with Occluding some more, while practicing her wandless magic by continuing with the reorganisation of the ingredients. Hermione did not even notice the passing of time, so concentrated was she on balancing the containers of potentially volatile and often rather expensive ingredients, that she jumped in surprise when the door to the store room was magically pulled open.
"Still not done, Miss Granger?" Professor Snape queried with a malicious grin on his face. Hermione could see the students behind him watching the exchange. "It appears your system is really not superior to mine."
A flick of his wand had the containers zooming back to where he had put them before Hermione had begun the tedious task of reordering them.
"You will sort back any unused ingredients that your classmates have left on their worktables. Everybody else, turn in your concoctions now."
Her head held low, Hermione began to sort through the remainders of potions ingredients that were left on the tables, scattered around cauldrons. What was unprocessed and lay far enough away from other ingredients not to have interacted with them, she sorted back into their respective containers in the store room, now back to the professor's original system. She was working so diligently that she was surprised as the half-empty vial of armadillo bile that she was about to carry back shot out of her hand.
Turning around, she found the professor magically sending all uncontaminated ingredients to their stores. Other than the two of them, the classroom was empty.
"Miss Granger, a word," the professor demanded.
Hermione quickly packed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, then walked to the front of the class. The professor sat in the high-backed chair behind his desk.
"Come here," he said, beckoning her to him.
Hermione followed his request without a second thought.
The professor turned her around so that her backside was to him, and motioned for her to lean onto the desk. She did not question him, not even when she felt his hands travel up the inside of her legs.
"Your skirt," he said quietly, "is short enough for my seed to become visible if you stand for too long."
Blushing profusely, Hermione started when the Potions Master's fingers began scooping his ejaculate up, pushing it up her inner thighs, and even back into her core. Hermione fidgeted a little at the foreign feeling, but did not even try to escape his ministrations.
"There," he eventually assessed when he was done, "better now. Nobody needs to know where you get your satisfaction from. It is enough that you know that you are mine."
Hermione drew in a shaky breath.
"Am I, sir?" she asked. "Yours?"
"Are you not?" he returned, and that was that.
There was nothing she could say to counter him.
Coming up: Chapter thirty-seven, wherein a painting is being dreaded.