Hermione now sat at his table and snickered at seeing the oatmeal along with every other breakfast food imaginable at the mahogany table. Breakfast was over for the rest of the school and Severus had gone back to her room and brought her clothes to wear. The clothing he picked out was the sexiest burgundy silk knickers and bra sets; she had with her. She did note the one addition to her knickers, they now had no crotch at all. While she had gotten dressed, she had vaguely wondered if he had changed them all to this new condition. He got one of her school skirts, but the top was one of her grey silk poet shirts that buttoned down the front. At least she didn't have to worry about anything rubbing the wrong way against her body. He had applied the cream to her bruises as well as an oil for her rump that was no longer sore. For not knowing much about the BDSM world, Hermione found it fascinating that he chose certain things. Clearly, this staying open, and ready has to be a man thing. Easy access. A big turn on for me as well. Hermione thought at the time. He had deferred questions to Harry and herself. So he is going off of what he wants or needs? Pay attention to him. You have a golden opportunity here, to get what you want and need. Hopefully, if I can figure all that out.
Severus was highly amused as he heard her snicker when she looked at the oatmeal. The last hour had been surreal. He found himself still trying to process how this actually happened. The opportunity had been there, reared its head, and he jumped at the chance even though he felt like he was coming late into the game here. Trying to play catch up was very important to him, and with more understanding possibly passing her on the knowledge level of this lifestyle. There were questions that demanded answers. Severus gathered his thoughts as he dished out eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit onto his plate. Reaching over he picked up the coffee cup and took a drink of the dark brew as he looked over at Hermione. This self imposed silence she has herself under is starting to grate on my nerves. Ask her for essays and she goes on for years.
Severus cleared his throat as he set the coffee cup back down. "How did you get so worked up while cleaning the lavatory?"
Hermione swallowed the spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth as she looked over at him. "I woke up in that state."
The toast was almost placed into his mouth as it paused, and he glanced over at her.
"You told me you had problems sleeping. Getting to sleep and staying asleep is not a problem?" Severus asked carefully. Don't laugh, Severus. You didn't know. Surely, she can't blame you for this.
Hermione looked down at the oatmeal and twirled her spoon in it. "My dreams are a problem right now."
"I see." Severus grinned. "Tell me about them."
Of course he would ask. Hermione thought as she took another bite of her oatmeal. How much information to give? There is the real question. How much trust? Hermione then thought carefully as she formulated an answer. "I have been having quite a few wet dreams. Different places are involved in them. Mainly different areas of the castle."
Severus let her eat a few more bites before he asked his next question. "Do these dreams involve the same people and the style or type of sex?"
Oh dear, he is information gathering. Then give it to him, at least what you sense about him that is still inside somewhere. Hermione took a couple of more bites of oatmeal and then washed it down with some water.
"They all have the same feel and same person. Someone who possess my mind, soul, heart and body completely with tantalizing and demanding hunger. Someone who has a sexual heat, brute strength, uncompromising masculinity." Hermione said as she twirled the eggs on her plate now with a fork.
Severus took another drink of his coffee while processing what she had said. Merlin. Was she in my head earlier? Don't be stupid. You are a master Occlumens. You hid things from the Dark Lord himself who was a master Legilimens. If she had done so you would have felt it. It is not like you can read a persons thoughts. The emotions and the memories yes, but the thoughts cannot be read, nor communicated in that manner. Severus looked back over at her and watched how she ate slowly. He was still hesitant about that beast inside him which was exactly what she had just described. Severus started eating some bacon, trying to figure out how that beast had awoken inside him. It had slumbered. He had urges at certain times, but it had never reared up like it had until she had been standing in front of him so open and willing.
Hermione found it almost comforting while he sat there clearly lost in his head over what she had told him. You are afraid of it. I see it inside you and that side frightens you. Why would you be so afraid of it? Sure you can go be a double spy while a war is going on, no problems. You made me face mine. I did. I accepted it. Now you want to start something, and you are the one who is afraid. Bloody hell. He is confusing. But, he doesn't have any real experience, at least I think he doesn't. If he did, he wouldn't have been afraid like that.
Severus swallowed the last bite of his toast and leaned back in his chair as he picked up the coffee and looked over at her now that his physical hunger had been sated. "This person in your dreams. Do you know who he is?"
Hermione pushed the last bit of eggs around on her plate. She was full now and it gave her something to do while he was questioning her. "I know who he is in my dreams. In reality, he is not manifested himself in that manner."
Severus narrowed his eyes, while he dissected what she had said. The dream world is part of the subconscious. It brings up things on a level the person is trying to work out. So clearly, she senses this on a subconscious level. Even so, how would she know how to wake that up? Clearly, she does not realize how much power she has by giving up the control and the power. Merlin. Well, that was a nice little discovery there. Now who was setting the trap for whom? You are more clever than you realize and bloody hell; she hasn't even noticed it. She did this all on a subconscious level. Severus sipped his coffee slowly and decided it was time to change the subject.
"Why do you always walk on my left a little behind me?" Severus asked.
Where did that come from? Hermione looked at him. His brows were furrowed and gave her the odd feel that she was some glutinous substance in a potion he was trying to figure out. "Habit. My mother walks that way with my father. I've walked beside her; whenever we went anywhere. It's ingrained in me to do so."
Severus found this fascinating. He knew her parents lived in this lifestyle. "Is this a personal preference of his or is it a part of the lifestyle?"
"Personal preference, I believe. My father never has to look for us. He knows exactly where we are when we are out. Unless he gave my mother an order to stay in a certain spot and wait." Hermione answered him.
Severus pursed his lips together as he thought. That is protective in nature, it has its advantages. That is not a bad quality Severus, and something that she does already. You would always know exactly where she is.
"Your Father is her Master? Tell me about them." Severus asked.
Hermione took a drink of the tea that she had that sat beside her water. She could tell he was really interested in her parents. Hermione loved her parents. "Yes, but he wasn't always her Master. My mother met my father when he was giving a lecture at the college she was attending. My father's dental practice was already established. My mother was set to graduate that year and he during the lecture had told them he was looking for a suitable replacement for one of his aids with a possibility of expanding his practice."
Severus smirked. "So your mother worked for your father."
Hermione smiled. "Exactly, he was her boss. She told me at first she couldn't stand him. He was too demanding, and had to have everything a certain way. She said she could clearly understand why he had gone through so many aids before. My father had a new aid; every few weeks. The shortest was employed for a whole hour, before she ran screaming and crying from the office. Mother said he was atrocious to her. The more he dished out upon her; the more determined she became at staying. She would go home in tears most days. My mother was persistent in proving him wrong about her."
I can think of someone else who got her mother persistence. Severus thought. He took another sip of his coffee. "So it worked?"
Hermione grinned. "Not exactly. My father was after a certain type of woman. He found her in my mother. On her first year anniversary for working for him, my father had canceled all the patients for that day. My mother didn't know. She came into work like normal, bound and determined that she should get something done correctly that he wouldn't find fault with. My mother had never been allowed inside the back room in the practice. She told me it was the forbidden room. The only room in that whole place that was a mystery to her, and it bothered her. My father would go in there at times and lock himself inside. My mother said it drove her crazy. Then on this day my father told her she could come into that room. On a few conditions."
Hermione took another drink of her tea.
"And these conditions?" Severus asked as he finished his coffee and sat the cup down.
"One, she entered the room of her own free will. Two, she couldn't speak, unless spoken to. Three, she was to do as she was instructed with no question. Four, and the last, inside that room she would receive discipline." Hermione said. "Mother told me she was so curious about the room. She agreed to throw all good sense out with the bath water. That was the day my father became her teacher, mentor, and disciplinarian a few months after that her lover. Two years later he became her owner and Master. I was born the three years later. The first year after they were married."
Severus looked at the smile on Hermione's face. He could clearly see she loved her parents dearly. That was something he never really had. He had loved his mother, but he had hated his father. "Did your mother know anything about the lifestyle?"
"No. She knew absolutely nothing. My father taught her everything." Hermione answered.
"Explain what your father was after if you know?" Severus asked. He was trying to gather as much information as he could at this point. He had Harry; he could fall back on for getting the books, but while he had Hermione here. She at least was willing to talk now. He was taking advantage of it.
Hermione downed the last of her tea and set the cup down on the table. "I know. I had a very long talk with my mother. My father was after a certain type of woman who could tolerate to be around his dominant side, as well as his lifestyle choice. My father was looking for a woman who complimented him, not just in bed. He wanted a woman, who was his equal, help his practice grow, was going in the same direction he was. My father was after quite a lot. He wanted a life partner; a person who was strong, minded and strong willed as he was. He did not want a robot, some woman who would follow him blindly."
Definitely, a man who knew what he wanted and what he needed. Not a bad role model to follow. And clearly that has impacted her life. However, she still knows more than I do. Severus thought as he kept looking at her. "Do you have any more books on this lifestyle, like Harry does?"
Hermione sighed. I knew that was coming sooner or later. Stay honest, best keep doing that from here on out. No point in really trying to lie about things. He'd only discover the truth anyway with his built in lie detector. "Yes, I have quite a few in my trunk. The book you have of mine right now is a fictional story. A representation of where things can go. How far it can go."
"Go get them and bring them here." Severus told her.
"Yes, Sir." Hermione told him.
Severus watched as she got up and walked out of his chambers. He then tapped the trays with his wand and sent them back to the kitchen. Time to study, Severus. You need to get ahead of her or at least catch up to where she is at. Severus moved over to his reading chair and sat down. He picked up her knickers and shorts that were on the end table and inhaled deeply as he put them to his nose. Then he placed them inside his pants pocket. That was one pair of knickers she was not getting back.