Author Notes: With all of the nice, comes the nasty truths as well. An insight into a dynamic not fully committed.
Severus groaned and scrubbed his face as the nearly nude witch was cooking in his kitchen. They were having what you call a terrible evening. It started simple enough, and even the lovely shirt she donned of his wasn't inspiring reasoning.
"It's ballocks, and you know it," Hermione puffed as she stared at him.
Severus narrowed his eyes at her. "I smelt him on you. I smelt a randy bugger on your clothing."
Hermione tapped her foot and rolled her eyes. "Sev, I'm going to be dealing with several randy werewolves. He didn't touch me."
"Don't fucking lie to me," Severus hissed.
"I'm not!" Hermione snapped.
Severus jerked from the chair and pinned her to the counter. "Don't lie to me, girl," he snarled as he nosed her hair.
"I'm not just a 'girl,'" Hermione cried and shoved him from her. "Damnit, Severus! Why do you have to accuse me of being ignorant! I've worked with werewolves for years!"
"Then tell me the truth!"
Hermione breathed and rolled her neck. "He came into the room. I reviewed his file. When it seemed him, and his advocate wasn't working, I moved to my cabinet for my forms. He walked over, took the forms, and thanked me for my time. Maybe he grazed my hand, but that was the long and short of it!"
Severus moved to touch her hip and sneered. "Then why did you have to shower immediately when you came home?"
"Because I work around werewolves, all day. I come home to a werewolf who I love and knows can be potent and jealous. What do you want me to do, Severus? I just can't do this with you right now," Hermione huffed and shook her head. "You're accusing me of cheating on you."
"I am not," he pursed his lips and ran his fingers under the hem of the shirt. "I am accusing that fuck of lusting for what's mine."
"Then respect my loyalty to you and stop being a brute!" Hermione snapped as she squirmed from his touch. Hermione attempted to pull from him, but he kneeled to her, spreading her legs enough to indulge. "Damnit, Severus, I can't even stay angry with you," she sighed and pressed her hands to the counter.
He groaned and licked while his fingers sought their prized possession. Hermione whimpered and cast her head back. "This, this is mine. Every portion, every moan, every freckle, and scar," he sighed and continued.
"Yes," Hermione breathed.
Severus pulled from her and scowled up at her. "Say it. Tell me."
"I'm yours, completely, Severus Snape," Hermione moaned as he spread his fingers inside her.
That satisfied him to no end, and he dined in genuine enjoyment. It was rough and all-consuming as he brought her to the edge several times before slowing and watching her pant. Severus was never a sexual creature, but he loved to watch her writhe for him. It was this beautiful song that he could listen to repeatedly and find a new note.
Severus moved his unused hand to her as his mouth pulled away. With a skillful switch and slid, soon, one of his lengthy damp digits entered her from behind. It was magic, and Hermione housed a sultry cry as his assault continued, and she shuddered around him.
"I apologize for being forceful," he sighed against her and kissed her inner thigh. "I feed into those moments and forget that it is harmful to you."
Hermione quivered as his fingers left her openings. "I know," she sighed.
Severus stood and made eye contact with her as he cleaned his fingers before touching her cheek. "Hermione, I just want you safe."
"I promise, I'm safe, Sev. I have Blaise always in the next room over listening for trouble. I have a whole wing filled with dedicated animagi who watch for it. We all know how to handle things. I need you on board with trusting them as I do."
He pressed his nose to her neck and smelt her skin.
Bite her…
"No," Severus said through his teeth.
Hermione touched his chest and scowled. "Severus, are you alright? We have four days to the full moon, and you're quite tense."
His grip on her became firm as he turned her around. "I am," he hissed, and with a jostle of utensils and plates, she was pressed over the counter.
"Fuck," she hissed as he slid into her. "Sev, slow down," she panted.
"I can't, I need to have you," he groaned and gripped her hair.
Hermione could barely prevent the salad from being toppled to the sink as he took her. The witch was panting, and her toes curled against the tile on the floor. It was a vicious coupling. Severus's other hand curled around her neck as he huffed. Hermione bent back and cried as he pressed deeply into her and howled.
Hermione felt him fill her, and she pressed her forehead to the counter. "Merlin, Severus," she puffed.
Severus ran his fingers over her damp skin on her neck and hummed. "Darling, I apologize," he murmured.
"I know," she winced as he pulled from her.
He stroked her spine and exhaled. "I was quite unfair to your body."
Hermione slumped her hips and whimpered. "Sev, get me a potion? You struck my insides a bit rough."
Severus winced and shook his head. "These blasted drives," he sighed and parted from her.
Hermione waited to hear his footsteps leave the room before she pressed her forehead to the counter and released a few tears. She wasn't upset with him, but it was a challenging ride. Werewolves always had a more rugged texture, and sometimes it was complicated. Her body was weak. Her mind, more so.
It would be easier if he bit her. Severus would be able to sense her depletion easier. Hermione had to confess. This last week had been severe for her. The once distant and stiff Potion Master was now fully invested in fucking her into the ground. All because he refused to bite her.
Hermione hadn't realized she was sobbing with full audible gasps until Severus's lengthy hand rested on her shoulder. "Did you need to head home?" He asked.
She glimpsed up and noted his expression thin and worried as he offered a vial. "It's alright," she tried for a smile and took the potion.
Severus swayed his head. "No, Hermione, it isn't. You smell fatigued and frustrated. I believe if you stay, you won't make it through the full moon."
Hermione stood up and felt them leaking down her leg. "I don't want to leave you."
"Tonight, don't be my advocate, Darling. You're exhausted as my partner. I understand. It hasn't been fairly comfortable to be the object of my passion," Severus exhaled. "I'm a jealous, brutish werewolf," he grimaced.
Hermione caressed his chest and wiped her face with her free hand. "Most days, I love that about you, Sev. I'm just exhausted. Work was long. You've been shagging me like four times a day," she choked out a laugh.
He nodded and stroked her curls. "You should at least go rest after dinner. I promise I won't disturb you. I believe you're not telling me just how debilitated you are."
Hermione couldn't help the tear that slid from her eye. "It's just trying to be on the receiving end at times. I'm spent and need a bit of time to recover. You're restless from the moon approaching, and you're quarreling with Him."
Severus advanced for his wand and cleaned her oozing mess between her legs. He sat her down and stroked her tresses as he scowled. "Hermione, you have to understand, I don't want to bite you so close to the full moon. What if the repercussions of such are negative?"
Her tears freefall as she glanced up at him. "That's just it, Severus, this is the negative effect. I'm so drained because I'm the object you're fighting over. One moment you want to read and then he baits you into action hoping your resolve will slip. I'm spent," Hermione puffed as she wiped her face.
"I'm only trying to be respectful," Severus groaned as he traced her locks with his fingers. "Bites this close to the moon could still hurt and sear during it. Even after, recovering from that type of bonding could be tiresome on you."
Hermione pulled from his doting and breathed. "I think you're right. I should head home for the evening."
Severus winced as he shifted from her. "If you believe that is what you need."
She agreed and stood up. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Try to eat a decent portion tonight."
He didn't meet her gaze as she paced toward the doorway. Her desire to leave him was painful and complicated after their potent evening. It wasn't as if they were fighting, but the stings of rejection pinched at his ego.
"I will," he mumbled.
"I'm not leaving because I want to, Severus. I need a bit of space. This is arduous on me as well," Hermione sighed as she left the doorway and walked through the sitting room.
Severus cringed and sat down at the table, drumming his fingertips on the wood. What was he going to do? This disgusting condition!
Bite her, Severus. She needs us too…
Hermione was feeling the after-effects of their lingering fissure last night. It was so complex to convince him that she required it too without playing to his need to protect her. The difficulties of compatible pairings were hard as it was, but this was madness.
Blaise walked into the office with two orange files and scowled. "What's wrong with you?" he gasped.
Hermione waved him off and gestured for the files. "I'm just tired."
Blaise shook his head as he shut the door and sat down. "Granger, you have to tell him he's slowly ruining you."
"I went home last night. I won't stay tonight either. I just need some time if he isn't going to bite me," Hermione sighed as she took the offered folders.
"I don't know how to make this any clearer," Zabini groaned. "If you're going to be his advocate and his mate, then you need to learn to speak up. His intentions, though commendable, are going to ruin you. You reek of fatigue and depression. For how much I know you shag, you shouldn't be so fucking miserable."
"It's just getting progressively worse, Zabini," Hermione grumbled as she put the files down on her desk and leaned in her chair. "His wolf is so aggressive and potent. He doesn't even realize that all this angst is from their division."
"Did he force you?" Blaise growled.
Hermione shook her head. "No, but he isn't as polite as he would be if he had bitten me."
Zabini snarled and pounded his fist down. "Damnit, Granger! You need to say something!"
She ducked her head and pulled the files to her. "It's fine, Zabini. I can do this."
"No, it's not fine. Any other advocate or partner you'd be telling them they shouldn't be there during this full moon. He is being stubborn and could act rash."
Hermione scowled and waved the folder in the air. "And what? Ask a stranger? He's going to flip. No, I can do this."
"Then I'm coming," Blaise growled.
"That is the last thing I need! He would tear you apart," Hermione hissed.
"As the senior werewolf on staff, you will have no choice. He needs a presence if he's going to refuse to bite you. What if he turns volatile the next morning and forces you? What if, gods forbid, he tries during the full moon, and you have no choice but to take a fat werewolf cock? Hermione, this is fucking dangerous, and you know it!"
Hermione exhaled and slapped down the file. "Fine, but I'm telling you, he's going to be furious."
"Oh, yeah, he will. You're going to rub my arse down too. I want him to confront me, Granger. I want to poke that jealous streak hard enough for him to snarl and bite at me days later. I want him to realize that if he's not going to bite you, I'll become his worst enemy," Zabini warned.
"Are you positive this is the way to do it?"
"He's not Remus Lupin. He won't cower and whimper in the corner at a challenge of worthiness. No, this werewolf will snarl and threaten. I want him to realize that just because your a compatible pair doesn't mean he has all the fucking power, and you can leave at any time. You don't have to be his fucking lover and advocate."
Hermione's eyes cast down with shame etched on her face. "I failed him, Blaise. I failed to show him that it works both ways. I can't impress it enough, and despite the two months I said, we'll never make it that long. I won't if he keeps at this rate."
"If he doesn't want to bite you, then leave him. He needs to stop giving you excuses. It's fucking killing you," Blaise growled and wagged his index finger. "If I was half as lucky as him, I wouldn't have chanced it and bit you. I know you're a diamond among agates, Hermione."
Hermione gave him a small smile and exhaled. "It would be a relief to have a bit of support. Harry won't be ready until next month."
"Are you positive he didn't do anything you didn't want him to?" Blaise pressed with a scowl.
She shook her head and scrubbed her face. "No, he's been decent. It just comes so quickly, and lately, it's been after an argument or disagreement of some sort. It's as if once all of us had dinner, his wolf realized he was the true alpha. I haven't been able to absolve his need to conquer me."
"Has he spoken to you about it?"
Hermione shook her head. "He won't. The further Severus Snape falls in love with me, the less he uses me as his advocate. I was concerned about this portion," she mumbled.
Blaise stood up and walked around the desk. "Damnit, Granger," he huffed and stroked her curls. "You need to let me take the lead on this, alright? He doesn't realize how close he is to hurting you."
She leaned against his arm and breathed. "I feel so empty right now. My cup is depleted, and the full moon is three days away," Hermione murmured.
Zabini nosed her hair and grunted. "Granger, I'll help you fix this. Whatever you need."
"I need Severus to be okay, Blaise. That's what I need," Hermione whispered.
He nodded and kissed her forehead. "You got it, Hermione. I'll help."