Some raunchier lemons ahead, reader beware.
- Chapter 3 -
Lunch was not as uneventful as Hermione had hoped it would be. It seemed as though Helena was on a crusade to get Severus and Hermione together. Apparently, after seeing the looks Hermione was supposedly giving him, Helena had prodded Severus to find out his feelings on the subject. She insisted he was enthusiastic about a date, though Hermione strained to think of a time Severus had been enthusiastic about anything. Perhaps enthusiasm was something he had developed since the end of the war. Still, Hermione was still ridiculously stuck on Lucius, who was evidently ignoring her.
"One date couldn't hurt, but I don't want to make it weird in the office if it doesn't work out," the brunette said picking at the greens on her plate. She laughed to herself, thinking about how weird it already was for her in her current situation. Couldn't get much worse with one unsuccessful date.
The date, however, was anything but unsuccessful. Hermione breathed through kisses, pulling Severus' face closer to hers as he guided her into his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, making her breathless as she looked up at him. He undid the ridiculous number of buttons on his robes in record time. Hermione made to unbutton her blouse while Severus reached up her skirt to pull down her knickers. She gasped as his lips contacted her thigh, pressing a trail of kissing up. Her head lulled and she laid back, her shirt still on her shoulders.
Using a mix of his tongue and his wand, which he had somehow gotten to vibrate, he made quick work of her first orgasm of the evening. She was swimming through the fog in her mind as he once again captured her mouth with his. She dragged her nails up his back lightly as he whipped off her blouse, bra, and skirt in one flick of his wand. Hermione reached between them to unbutton his trousers and he helped slide them off, along with his pants.
He picked her up and spun her around, tugging her hair so her back was flush with his chest. "Ask for it," he demanded in a way that made Hermione's breath catch.
"Please fuck me," she pleaded, feeling the tip of his cock at her entrance.
"Please fuck me, professor," he corrected with a scoff.
"Please fuck me, Professor," she corrected herself and groaned loudly as he slid inside her. Still throbbing from her orgasm and the angle of his thrusts helped her pleasure build steadily. But before she could reach her peak, he picked her up again and flipped her back around. Lifting her hips with one hand, and steadying himself with the other, Hermione was allowed to orgasm for a second time. Shortly after, as she rode the waves washing over her, Severus grunted and pressed himself as deeply inside of her as he could.
She hadn't noticed how strong he was until she came back around and saw his arm flexing to hold himself up through his orgasm. Hermione inhaled deeply as he collapsed beside her, leaning over and bushing his lips against her nipples.
"Satisfied," he whispered, as more of an assessment than a question. Clearly satisfied she nuzzled into him. "Stand up," he requested. "I want to look at you." Still filled with lust, Hermione did as she was told, standing at her side of the bed. She felt his warmth slide down her inner leg as he watched. "You are incredible," he whispered, still appraising her.
"I am," she agreed. He ushered her back into bed and she obliged. It was 1 in the morning, checking his clock as she snuggled into him. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. Quickly, she fell asleep, something she had never managed sober. The only other time she had managed to sleep with someone else on the same mattress was Lucius, and she had been incredibly drunk. She never slept over at Ronald's, preferring always the peace and quiet of her own bed to his constant snoring.
-x-
Hermione woke slowly, her eyes adjusting to the bright light streaming through the blinds. She rolled over but Severus was no longer in the bed. Her stomach flipped. Had he left so she would excuse herself and not have to see her in the morning? Should she have gone home? The witch swallowed the lingering taste of dinner last night and found her clothes folded neatly on a chair nearby.
Had she not experienced Lucius's reaction to sleeping with her so recently, she would have thought the gesture sweet, but she was hesitant to get her hopes up. Dressed, she went down the creaky stairs leading to his kitchen where the smell of coffee and breakfast met her.
"Good morning, Miss Granger," Severus's voice made her jump as he came up behind her. Miss Granger, she repeated internally. Something about it aroused her, but she pressed it down.
"Good morning," she croaked back, clearing her throat.
"Breakfast?" He asked, presenting her with a plate of eggs and bacon. "I made coffee, but I wasn't sure what you took so I left out the options. I can also make tea, if that's what you would prefer."
"No coffee is perfect," she said, grasping the mug and taking a long sip as it was. Severus was puttering around, putting things away and cleaning dishes. His kitchen was rather bare, not that she expected it would be full of doilies and family pictures. The cabinets were a dark wood finish and the counter was clearly newer than the rest of the house. A lighter grey material Hermione couldn't place. Everything was neatly sorted and there was a door that she could only imagine led to the sitting room beyond the small dining room table.
"I hope I did not-" He stopped himself, drawing Hermione's attention back to him. He was hunched slightly over the sink, looking out the window into a small courtyard. "I hope I did not push you too far last night, I got ahead of myself." Hermione's heart skipped as she remembered the night before. It had been anything but too far, it was infinitely better than any sex she had had until this point.
"No, no not at all." The witch didn't feel as though that was reassurance enough, because he didn't turn around. So she stood, striding over to him and snaking her arms around his hips. "Not at all." She repeated, sliding her hand downward. He stiffened but didn't stop her as she carefully felt through his trousers for his member. He gasped when her hand grazed over it, hardening under her palm.
"Before we continue," his voice broke as she had slipped her fingers just under the waistband of his trousers. "I want you to know, I don't want to just- This isn't just about-"
"Sex?" She finished for him, slipping her hand the rest of the way into his pants and grazing the sensitive flesh. His face twisted up into one of pleasure that sent a jolt down her core.
"Oh Gods," he moaned. He spun around, removing her hand from his trousers and bending her over the counter. Once more he removed her knickers and slid his member inside her. Hermione was ready for him as he thrust inside her. "Can I spank you?" He asked, his voice desperate.
"Please," she answered, and he immediately smacked her arse, sending shocks through her. This was the first time anyone had taken her like this. She was used to having control, or perhaps the laziness of a partner, but there was something rousing in her that loved how he tugged on her hair just the right way, how he took over the power. "Harder, Professor," she tested, knowing how it added to her build to call him that. He growled in her ear and eagerly obliged.
He once more reached for his wand and pressed it next to her clit and she cried out. The pleasure was unbearable and reached out to grip the edge of the counter, knocking something over along the way. He didn't stop, and she came for the third time in the last 12 hours. Three more thrusts and he finished too, holding onto her hips as he emptied himself deep inside her.
-x-
Hermione had expected much the same reaction she had gotten from Lucius when she was next in the office. To her surprise, the first thing Severus did, when he arrived at work, was to summon her to his office. She obliged. There was hardly anyone in the office that early in the morning and those who were early seemed to be in the kitchen grabbing their morning coffee before settling down. When she entered his office, he flicked his wand and shut the blinds, plunging the room into darkness.
She gasped when he pressed himself against her, cupping her head in his hand and leaning down to kiss her. "Good morning, Miss Granger," he purred against her lips.
"Good morning, Professor," she whispered back. He gripped her arse and hoisted her against the door. Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips and felt his hardened member pressed against her.
"I could take you right here, right now," he grumbled, nuzzling her neck then nipping it. "Make you scream so the whole office knows you are mine." His words sent a jolt to her sex and she was very eager for him to make good on his threat. She ground her hips against him in response and just as he was about to capture her lips with his, a knock at the door stopped them.
"You in yet, Severus? We've got that early meeting-" Lucius' voice was muffled by Severus dropping her to her feet. She gasped but he motioned for her to tuck herself behind the door.
"Yes, Malfoy, I will meet you in the lobby," Severus groaned through the slightly opened door. She could tell by his tone that he was just as annoyed as she was for the interruption. Lucius seemed to linger but didn't press any further before leaving.
Her old Potion's master shut the door and turned to her. "This," he emphasized by sliding his hand up her shirt and pressing her back to bring her closer. "Isn't over." He planted another kiss on her and left her breathless as he strode out of his office.
Gathering herself, Hermione flattened her hair and peeked out through the curtains to see if the cubicles were still empty. To her relief, they were and she quickly situated herself back at her desk.
-x-
The following weeks were filled with passionate encounters with Severus, both at work and after hours. He'd made her cum, as he promised, on his desk at least three times in one week. Once she had been convinced he had forgotten the silencing charms as many watched her as she left his office. Later, she discovered it was just because they had seen her in and out of his office so many times that they were getting suspicious. She didn't mention it to Severus as she was worried he would offer to confirm their relationship with management.
Hermione wasn't sure why the idea of becoming official with Severus Snape made her nauseous, but she couldn't imagine seeing Lucius and Ahktar after the announcement was made. Would Lucius be jealous? Would her friend hate her for shagging his boss? Helena would surely be delighted she'd made the match in the first place. But the two women weren't nearly as close. Harry and Ronald had long since stopped caring about her love life and didn't imagine they would be too bothered by it either way.
It wasn't as though the sex with Lucius had been good, positively ghastly compared to the consistently breath-taking sessions she had with Severus. But something about the unfinished nature of their brief passing made it hard for her to commit fully and publicly to another wizard without knowing how he felt.
Well, it was the Christmas party when Hermione confirmed exactly how Lucius felt about her.
She had gotten dressed, much to Severus' displeasure, at his place. Every time she had added a garment, he was determined to remove it. The witch had managed to drone her stockings, a strappy pair of heels, and her un-zipped red dress, but he refused to allow her to replace her pants. She straddled his face as he buried himself in her sex. Moans escaped her as she gave up trying to secure her second earring, giving in to one more bout of pleasure before they left for the party.
She fell forward with the one undoing flick of his tongue, the post of her earring jabbing into her palm. Severus finally released her, standing and straightening out his dress robes. When she regained strength in her legs, she too, stood and finished putting in her other earring. Without asking, Severus zipped up her dress and handed her the pants he had been holding hostage. With an eye roll, she stepped into them, pulling them up to her hips and turning to face him.
"How do I look?" She was wearing a floor-length red dress with a subtle sparkle and thin straps. The dress had a square cowl neckline and a slit that came up to just above her knee. He watched her with the same hunger-like intensity he had every time he looked at her.
"Far too nice for the sort we work with," he assessed to her amusement. She grabbed her small clutch of a purse and ensured she'd gathered all the necessary items for touch-ups over the evening, including her wand. "Shall we?"
They arrived at the office and no one seemed surprised at her arriving on his arm, though she thought she'd caught a funny look from Ahktar who was standing next to Helena with a beverage already in hand. Helena was smirking at her, clearly delighted in her matchmaking skills.
Hermione glanced around the room, knowing exactly who it was she was looking for, but trying desperately not to admit it to herself. She wanted to see his face as she walked in on Severus' arm. But Lucius was nowhere to be found. She allowed Severus to guide her to their table but was not listening to him if he was talking to her. Instead, she was looking around the quickly filling room. It was decorated with red and green lights that hovered just below the ceiling and fresh evergreen clippings with holly berries lined the tables, which were cloaked with crips white linens. There was music playing below the hum of voices, people discussing their Christmas plans and catching up from other departments.
Finally, she laid eyes on Lucius as he strode through the door. He was in expensive-looking dress robes, well-pressed and deep black. His white hair was expertly tied behind his head and he walked with usual airs. His chin up and eyes trained at the heads of others. Hermione's breath caught in her throat and she thought, for a moment, that he had come alone. There was a delight to that thought that made her heart flutter but was soon crushed as Narcissa Malfoy glided in behind him.
Her long white-blond hair draped down her back, not a strand out of place. She wore a black dress with a square neckline that cut just at the base of her neck. The back, however, was cut so far down Hermione would surely see her bottom if she made one wrong move. Narcissa, however, was never known for making wrong moves, especially when it came to appearances.
Jealously bubbled in her stomach and she reached for the glass of wine Severus had just poured himself, taking a sip hastily. Severus laughed and said something, that Hermione didn't quite catch, but she chuckled in response. This seemed to appease him. Her legs pricked with fire as the temptation to confront Lucius grew within her like she hadn't experienced before.
He has told her that they were separated. He fucked her, twice, no matter how unsatisfactory they had been. Not a single word to her when he saw her after that. And now he was bringing his wife to the Christmas party as if nothing had ever happened.
The witch wasn't sure what was making her so entirely infuriated with the situation, but she had to calm down. She was sat next to the wizard who was clearly delighted to claim her as his own. He had been fantastic in bed. He had been clear with his intentions. Shaking herself, she looked over at Severus who had been in a conversation with someone from another department and had hopefully not seen her intense glower at Lucius' entrance.
She moved to rest her hand on Severus' knee, leaning into him. "Ah, yes of course. Hermione this is Bertrand Higgs, Bertie, you likely know of Miss Granger."
"Why yes, of course, who doesn't?" He reached out for her hand and kissed it. "A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Severus, you must be the luckiest man on this planet." His encouragement made Hermione blush, and she smiled sweetly. Bertie left them in peace and Severus turned to plant a kiss on her cheek.
Hermione glanced just in time to see Lucius glowering at the pair before he quickly looked away. The witch smirked inwardly, green is a colour that suits you well, Lucius.