A/N: Welcome back, my lovelies, to story time with Moon. This is the tale of very clever, very good young witch who had a very special surprise for her very grumpy teacher. She wanted to stop him being grumpy and so she decided to give him a very special present….
Chapter 7
Severus gave a very relieved sigh as he sat in his wingback chair by the fire. It had been a very trying day. After releasing the fifth year girl from the scalding waters of the prefect's bath, inadvertently glimpsing more bright red skin of Miss Moon than he ever wished to, he went on to teach both sets of third year classes before finally reaching lunch, at which point he was quite starving after missing breakfast for the events of that morning.
He had tried steadfastly to avoid thinking of the scene outside the gargoyle all morning and it had proven to be quite the challenge despite his enviable powers of occlumency. He had managed to keep the thought of her soft, warm and insistent lips and how her perfectly shaped hips had fit perfectly in his hands from his mind for at least one minute of every five. He felt both very triumphant by the achievement of that one minute and an utter failure of the thought of the other four. And the cycle had repeated, all damn morning.
His first class after lunch, however, had avada'd this small achievement amidst failure into oblivion. The NEWT-level students had extended lessons to cover the high amount of coursework and these lessons ran for four hours. Today those four hours would be between two o'clock until six meaning that Severus had to endure Hermione Granger's understated yet completely arousing entrance into his classroom – glossy curls that spring from a loose bun on top of her head, exposing the sun-kissed skin of her perfect neck to his roving gaze. Her eyes had caught his for the briefest of instants as she walked confidently into the room and found a position directly in front of his desk. As she looked away, he noticed a blush steal across her high cheekbones and had to imagine Minerva in some of the scenes from Hermione's story to get his cock to stop stirring.
As the class continued, Severus had found himself unable to concentrate on anything but the hemline of her – he was sure shorter than yesterday – school issue pleated grey skirt where it met smooth, supple tanned thighs. He imagined running his tongue up each one in turn, slowly, as she panted and begged for him to move towards the point where they met.
Needless to say, by the time he watched her bounce out of his classroom like she had achieved something more than the two perfect potions he had assigned, Severus felt his suspicions rise as surely as his cock had. She must have done it on purpose – the bending over to retrieve a dropped ingredient or quill, the back of her skirt riding up just enough to reveal a scrap of Slytherin green lace between two perfect orbs of flesh.
When he was quite certain all the students had left, he quickly slipped into his office, spelled away his robes, released himself from his trousers and stoked himself to completion as he imagined sinking into her whilst she was bent over a classroom stool in that enticing manner she had managed to contort herself into no less than four times earlier. He was forty minutes late to the staff table at dinner time.
Sitting in his chair, replaying the last twenty-four hours of his life, he realised the brazen little thing had turned his perfectly ordered, if somewhat lonely life, completely upside down. She had wormed her way into his affections more and more since the war by offering to help him with afterhours brewing for the hospital wing and St Mungo's; at least three times in the last six months she had offered to tidy and help replenish his storeroom.
The first time, and second, he had harshly told her that given her penchant for stealing from said stores, he would hardly trust her to spend hours in there. He remembered thinking he saw a tear in her eye at the rejection but had thought nothing of it. Until now. As he remembered the third and last time she offered to help with the store room, only six weeks ago; how he had been grateful for the offer because he had to go to Diagon Alley for replacement cauldrons, it came to his mind how she had beamed at him for the opportunity and how that completely lit up face had dimmed when she realised he would not be there. The reason didn't occur to him before, but now…
"Now… what?" he asked himself as he poured himself a short glass of firewhiskey.
What now, indeed? Should I officially attempt to court her? Do I want to court her? After that kiss, I could do a lot worse. She's intelligent too, we wouldn't lack conversation; she's certainly adventurous sexually, in her mind at least considering she's a virgin. A virgin. How utterly delicious to think I would be the only man to ever… oh Potter's face would be priceless. It's almost worth taking her just for that alone.
And all those times she came down to the dungeons to 'help me'. Was she just trying to spend time with me? Was she studying me so my fictional doppelganger would be more realistic? If so then she is beyond the level of dedication and affection I would…
A subtle ripple in the wards, followed by a gentle knock at the door to his quarters broke Severus from his pondering. Other than his Slytherin students, only Minerva would ever dare bother him after hours. He glanced at the clock - 9pm. What did the old tabby want now?
He grunted from the fatigue of the day and his knees popped as he stood and walked to the door. His eyes closed in a sigh as he opened the door…
"Whatever it is Minerva, I'll…" he stopped at the sight in front of him. It was not his boss but the curly haired, doe-eyed, beautiful…
"Miss Granger…" he began, falling back into old habits as he took in the slight sheen of gloss on her perfect lips as they trembled a little and the very light amount of green eyeshadow and thin line of liner. Beautifully understated to enhance her pretty features.
"Professor… erm… S-sever…" she looked down as if ashamed herself for even trying to speak to him privately. His heart cracked a little at the thought of her being so painfully desperate to see him that she would risk his rejection by coming to him alone whilst seeing in her slight act of submission that she still feared him.
"It's ok. Come on in and have a seat. We can have some tea and… erm… talk."
"Thank you, sir… erm… Severus." She said very quickly in a high voice as he stepped aside to permit her entry and she brushed past him.
"Please… have a seat." He said kindly as she stood just beyond the passage from his entry portrait like lost sheep. "I'll be just a moment."
He walked away only to collect his suddenly scattered nerves and waning composure. Under the guise of collecting a second glass for her, he moved deeper toward the kitchenette area of his chambers and summoned one.
He returned to the lounge area with surer strides and placed the second glass next to his own, pouring a small amount of firewhiskey into it before handing it to her. Hermione seemed very reticent about whatever she had visited the dungeon to say… or do. Severus gulped slightly at that thought; although, he reasoned mentally, I am supposedly the more mature, experienced party here. Perhaps I should take the lead in initiating a… conversation?
"I have a feeling this conversation may require something stronger than tea. Wouldn't you agree, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded and tentatively took the glass.
He noticed she was trembling and kept taking very deep breaths to calm herself. The feather-light brush of their fingers as she took the drink sent heated tingles spreading through him.
'Get a grip, Sev. Don't push her too far', advised of the least Slytherin part of his mind.
'She's gagging for it and so are you. Just kiss her again and see where it goes', retorted its most Slytherin counterpart.
"I appreciate you coming by to see me. There are things we need to discuss regarding your…"
He stopped abruptly, following her hands as she placed the now empty glass on a stack on the thick tome of parchments that was 'The Wizard's Pleasure'.
'She has it back?' His mind questioned redundantly. 'But… but… when did she see Minerva? And why didn't the saucy old minx update me at dinner?'
"Where did you get that from? I thought Minerva was still in possession of your manuscript?"
"C-can I… erm… can I trust you with the answer to that question, Severus? I've already been betrayed today by my Head of House. I don't think I could cope if you did to." She said, a little slowly but growing in confidence as she waved her wand and refilled it.
Instinctively, his eyes widened in surprise; whether it more at her very bold question or the way she seemed completely comfortable with helping herself to his liquor, he wasn't sure.
"S-sorry," she said, returning to stuttery. "I'm nervous."
"Quite alright, Miss… Hermione. This is an unusual situation for both of us and in answer to your question I would like to think myself worthy of your trust despite recent events involving the handling of certain pieces of literature. It was… erm… very well-written."
"Thank you." Hermione said shyly, averting her eyes. "When I was on the run last year, there was a lot of time sitting around thinking, trying to work out what the horcruxes were, where they were. I decided, in the hope that I would survive the war, to study as hard as my know-it-all reputation demands. By the time I returned here in September, I had every book memorised. In the last six months no piece of homework has taken me longer than forty-minutes. With very little to do in the evenings or at weekends I started documenting musings I had, daydreams, actual dreams…"
Severus noticed her blush at this point as she stopped to take a few deep breaths.
"I hope you don't consider it too impertinent, Sir, to have had these thoughts about you… such… erm… feelings. It's just that I didn't even notice it at first and then by the time I did I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of you."
"Please… Hermione…" he began, reaching across the space between their chairs to grasp her hand, "Don't make yourself uneasy. I am in no way offended by your interest. In fact, I am rather flattered. It has been a long time since anyone has looked twice as the old bat of the dungeons."
He had hoped to lighten the mood with a little self-deprecating humour, despite feeling his words to be too true but instead he saw her eyes moisten as she squeezed his fingers where they had wrapped into her palm.
"That's not true, Sir. You'd be surprised. A lot of the girls in sixth and seventh year…"
"Stop!" He cried, a little more harshly than he intended if how she winced was any indication. "I apologise for raising my voice; I'd just rather not know exactly how many girls fail at their potions in my classroom because they are busy staring at my behind."
Hermione giggled, in spite of herself.
"Well, Sir, it's a very nice behind." She replied quickly, blushing.
"If you are to be believed, which as the Brightest Witch of Her Age, I understand you are, then I must take your word for it. And please, Hermione, stop calling me Sir. It is unseemly given recent developments."
The girl finally looked up at him and her smile lit the room. She drained her glass and held it out to him.
"May I have another, Severus?"
Her voice held much more confidence this time and he nodded to her as he took the glass. Again, their fingers brushed briefly but now he was paying more attention and this time he heard Hermione's breath hitch at the moment of contact.
"I didn't realise you were so partial to alcohol Hermione. You have kept your dark side well hidden." He offered as another atmosphere lightening remark, with a smirk.
She laughed a little before replying and he felt, more than saw the tension completely leave her.
"Granted I don't wear it quite as openly as you do, Severus but it was never completely hidden. You heard about Marietta Edgecombe, right? Dolores the meowing-toad-bitch Umbridge? And then there was that amazing, if I do say so myself, right hook I planted on Malfoy in third year for being a complete arse."
He raised a surprised eyebrow.
"I see. So perhaps I have misjudged the insufferable Gryffindor know-it-all and she is just as dark as I?"
He watched as the girl warred with herself over whether to say something cheeky or not. After a few second she took on a very nonchalant pose and expression as she let rip.
"Oh please…" She began; a smirk gracing her lips to show she was teasing as she looked him directly in the eyes. "Your darkness is all in the billowing of robes and the shiver-inducing countenance of that sinful voice of yours. The hair and the eyes contribute too of course but it's all appearance. Under those robes you're as bright and sparkly as a unicorn. "
Gone, was the tentative, shy young woman who walked into his chambers fifteen minutes ago who screamed virgin-visiting-her-crush from every pore. Before him now, was the confident, beautiful lioness that embodied humour, wit, intelligence and the most beguiling eyes he had ever seen.
Knowing this was the moment for his Slytherin side to strike; he stood slowly from his chair and took the few short steps to stand before her. His crotch, he realised belatedly now lined up perfectly with her face and at that realisation it began to pull blood from the rest of his body.
"It seems," He began, leaning over her and placing a hand on either arm of her chair, "… that the consumption of liquor brings out the famed bravery of your noble house. Tell me, Hermione, are you feeling like the little lioness you are now that you have relaxed enough in my… what was it you wrote… ah, yes… my stunningly mesmerising presence."
He had purposely lowered his voice a full octave after her comment about how sinful it was and now he watched the astonishing effect it had on her as goose-pimples erupted over all of her visible flesh and she swallowed audibly.
Unable to help himself at her reaction, he smirked, taking in the way her pupils blew wide open at his words; how he felt her fidget a little and then as he moved infinitesimally closer a sound he had been longing to hear until he had read about it almost twenty-four hours ago, left her lips. It was a cross between a soft mewling and desperate whimper. It broke the thin thread of control he had been holding onto since she arrived and in the next second, with no thought of what it meant or where it would lead, he had grabbed either side of his face in both hands and pulled her up on to her feet into a searing kiss.
Whilst their meeting-of-the-lips had been tentative and tender this morning, the current state of their lips could only be described as desperate and animalistic. Severus found himself swept up in urges he had never felt before in his life, not even as a teenager; he felt the need to possess her, devour her, claim every inch of her as his.
Her hands grabbed at his robes, holding him as close to her as she could whilst her lips and tongue and teeth slid and bit and danced with his. There was no doubt in either of their brilliant minds that there would be bruised lips tomorrow.
In a moment of inspiration which sparked somewhere within the dominant haze of lust she was experiencing, Hermione moved her mouth sideways, taking her kisses to his slightly pinked cheek, along the curve of his sharply angled, slightly rough jaw before running the flat of her tongue down his still tender neck. He shuddered with more pleasure than he believed possible as she laved the sensitive skin of his Nagini-bitten scar.
"I want you… so much." She gasped as he moved his hands forcefully down her sides to grab her hips and pull her flush against his impressive erection that strained for release. Both of them groaned at the sensation.
"Then… I am… yours." He managed to utter, though it strained him to put words together.
At his complete surrender, Hermione felt her inner lioness roar with confidence. She began working him back toward his chair and when his knees hit the seat, he felt her hands push against his chest with all the force her lithe body could conjure. He toppled slightly backwards and landed with a slight thud on his arse, not that he could care less as he was now sitting once more before the fire with Hermione Granger settling herself on her knees between his legs.
"Now…" she said seductively, sounding more confident than she felt and licking her lips as she walked her finger up his left thigh, "there is something I have wanted to try for about three years and I think, as I have been so very patient, that I get what I want."
Severus looked down at her – pupils blown wide with lust, fingers dancing up his thigh, her red halter-top dipping deliciously low into a beautiful creamy cleavage – and wasn't sure how much more he could take. Given her confidence, he was beginning to doubt her word about the state of her hymen but it wasn't something he was about to bring up now as she started to palm he hand against the swelling bulge now so very available to her.
He gasped at the sudden contact and saw her smirk with triumph.
Little minx.
"And what might it be that you want?" He asked slowly, punctuating each word in his signature drawl.
"I think you know, Severus." Hermione replied huskily, barely recognising her own voice.
"Ob-vi-ous-ly."
She shuddered at that.
"But I want to hear you say it."
Severus was unaware of how she could possibly still feel enough shyness or embarrassment to blush, considering her written words, her wanton seduction of the last ten minutes and where her small hand currently sat, massaging his engorged flesh, but there it was; bright pink cheeks of a heady flush which seemed to be heading south as she squirmed delightfully under his heated gaze.
"Come now, Hermione… you write the words of what you want so eloquently, I needed to take care of all this for myself last night. Tell me what you want Hermione."
Hermione moaned out loud as his silken voice travelled over and through her, stoking the fire that was already raging so much further. She stared down at his groin, watching herself stroke and caress her cloth-covered goal.
"I want… I want to…"
"Yes?"
"I want, I need to… taste you Severus. Every inch of you. I want to kiss your rock hard, bulging, pulsing…"
"Say it…"
"COCK! I want it! I want your cock. I want it in my mouth, I want suck it deep into my throat, I want to make you groan and grunt and thrust between my lips as if I am the only thing that can bring you pleasure. I want to lick and kiss and tease you until you can barely breathe and I've have been wanting it since fifth year."
Her voice had risen in both volume and conviction as she spoke animatedly and with more enthusiasm than she had for even 'Hogwarts: A History' about the depth of her desire for his cock. He was hard beyond comprehension and could barely wait for her to act of her words but he couldn't resist just one little prod at that urge to rile her equilibrium. When he said it, he had no idea he would get back what he did…
"Miss Granger, all you had to do was ask, my little know-it-all."
Hermione's eyes darted to him, narrowing as she moved her arms to cross under her breasts.
"You know," she began, voice husky with desire but appearing also a little put out by his words, "You are so very I lucky I love you, otherwise I would stop doing this and…"
Realising what she'd said in her moment of sassy self-righteousness with a 'I need to prove myself' chaser, Hermione slapped a hand across her mouth, screwed her eyes tightly shut to block out the sight of Severus's dawning comprehension and dropped her head in 'ohmerlinwhathaveIdone' shame.
A/N: Unfortunately, just before the young witch could give her grumpy teacher his present, she got frozen in time by Moon (who is a very, very, bad witch). The only way to break the spell Moon has cast on the good witch and her grumpy teacher is to tell her how much you love her stories in the special box below which she made so you can tell her.
As always I wish to thank my Coven for their support and prompting, allowing me to keep Severus for long periods of time to get this written. Dash, Claw, Snow, Diva, Jinx, Vine and Nyxx… you are all the light of life and tremendous inspirations for me to keep writing day in and day out. Love you all.
Love & Blessings
Moon Out x