A/N: Ok, the first thing I need to say in introducing you to this chapter is LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! Now, I didn't quite bottom out the lemons to full – is the pun too obvious if I say 'penetration'? Oh, fuck it! There's an M-rating, you knew it was coming – penetration but there is an almost everything but quality to the lemons and there is some humour mixed in as well, especially the second one.

Inspiration notification for this goes to my lovely Coven sister Vine for the inspiration of wording along the lines of 'exquisite torture' which is part of something she wrote and as both words are in the same sentence somewhere below, shout-out needed to be given.

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Chapter 8

Severus Snape was a complicated man. He had suffered through a childhood inclusive of an alcoholic and violent father and a mother who, though a witch, never seemed able to stand up to the tyranny of her husband. The memories of his past flashed at the forefront of his mind as he watched with wide eyes, Hermione Granger declaring her love for him on her knees at his feet. He felt simultaneously overjoyed by the words she spoke which no woman had ever bestowed upon him and overwhelming sadness that his parents had never had a loving relationship, the one his Hermione seemed to be offering. He decided in that moment that he would never allow her to doubt that his love was reciprocated, because it was only in that very moment that he realised it was.

"Hermione…" he said softly, though his voice was gravelly and rough with the not-forgotten lust of mere seconds before.

She shook her head, refusing to look at him.

"Please, Hermione. Look at me." He begged.

"I can't. What was I thinking? You're so… so… amazing." She gasped through the obvious tears she was trying to hide. "And I'm just some… some… insufferable little know-it-all who thought it would be a good idea to throw herself at the Professor she's been in love with for three years. I'm… I'm sorry…" She wailed as she got up to run towards the portrait hole of his chambers.

Severus didn't quite understand what had happened. She had given that stellar and very seductive declaration of her intentions toward his still painfully hard erection; he had teased it out of her and hoped to reward her vocalising her wants for once by giving her exactly what she wanted with his acquiescence. He had been bowled over by her further declaration that she was in love with him. The manuscript had told him as much and she had even informed Minerva of her feelings for him… so why was she suddenly fleeing.

The answer dawned on his just as she reached the archway that led to the corridor which would take her out of the portrait and out of his life. He just knew that if he let her walk out that door, no amount of explanation and feelings would bring her back. It was too easy to forget, given what she had been through over the last few years, that the war heroine, Gryffindor Princess, brains of the Golden Trio and defender of the down-trodden was only nineteen, had, much like himself, never been in a lasting romantic relationship and was still learning how to share such feelings.

He reached for her hand as he caught up with her just as she was about to leave the portrait and whirled her around into his arms… kissing the top of her head. At once, he was overwhelmed with the scent of her shampoo – cherry bark and almond – and the lingering honey and musk, fragrant remains of her arousal.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I should have said it back immediately. I felt it back. I feel it now; a love for you that I never dared hope for or believe I deserve. I was overwhelmed by the ferocity of your seduction; I still am in truth. Please come back to fire and we can perhaps slow things down a little so we can progress together."

She sniffled and nodded against his chest, not quite trusting her voice yet as he stroked soothing circles on her bare back. At her agreement, he guided her back to the lounge area but seated them both of leather sofa which matched the chairs.

"I think… I think I need could do with another drink… please." She whispered slowly.

"Do you think that's wise, my little lioness? I have never been more assured of the accuracy of the muggle phrase 'whisky makes you frisky'."

She giggled through her little sniffs and he squeezed her closer to him until she had no choice but to sit on his lap and smiled as she shuffled herself around to straddle him.

"No one would ever guess you were a virgin, Hermione, from the way you are acting tonight. I can't be completely convinced I heard right in Minerva's office."

"Oh my God, you really did hear everything," she cried, burying her face at the crease of his shoulder and neck as it was the only place to hide her blushes. "Bruce was right."

"That gossiping lump of concrete should not have been so indiscreet. Whilst I take full responsibility for my part in upsetting you and I'm sure Minerva will admit to hers, Bruce is a coarse and callous git who was enchanted by the bloody Marauders."

She giggled again against the delicate skin of his neck and he shivered involuntarily, causing his hips to thrust upward slightly against Hermione's core as it rested with a little pressure right on his once again painful and straining erection. She felt the pulse and ground against him with complete intent.

"You like that, don't you Severus?" She whispered in his ear. "I can tell. You feel so hard beneath me."

To prove her point, she ground against him again, adding more pressure than last time and shivered as the resulting groan vibrated through her whole body.

"If you continue with such actions, Hermione, the idea of slowing things down is going to fly directly out of the window."

Severus felt her smirk against his neck before running the tip of her tongue along the shell of his ear and stealthily, but not quite stealthily enough, began to unhook the buttons of his outer robe.

"The slow-down idea was yours Severus, not mine. I have never wanted anything as much in my life as I want you; not my NEWTs, not the death of someone I won't mention because he doesn't deserve to spoil the mood and definitely not the idea of slowing down. I just needed a few moments to compose myself. Now… are we staying here or are you carrying me to your bedroom?"

Refusing to upset her again and unable to restrain himself any longer, he moved his hands from their resting place on her hips up to her waist and made to stand picking her up.

"Your wish is my command, my beautiful Kia." He said in the deepest voice he could muster as she wrapped her legs around his sides and kissed him just how she had fantasised about doing since her fifth year.

Severus strode to his bedroom and laid Hermione down at the edge of his large four poster bed, topped with a deep green spread, crisp white sheets and a warming charm.

"Now, I know from earlier how desperate you are to get your lips around my cock, which is currently rather insistent that I let you follow through with that wish. However…" he said, slowly, seductively as he ran his hands up her denim clad legs to her hips. "I think it only fair, that I get to taste you first."

Hermione almost wept at the feel of his hands gliding upward and she actually threw her head back and moaned as he released the fastenings on her jeans. She could feel heat building in her abdomen at his words; the sheer anticipation almost had her breaking into a squeal of delight. And then she felt it… his fingers slipping into the waistband of her lacy, racy, shorts-style Slytherin green knickers. His fingertips crept closer, causing involuntary indescribable noises to escape her lips.

He grasped the waistband of her knickers in his other hand and smirked at the colour…

"Are these for me, my beautiful sweet Kia?" He asked, running a thumb gently along the top of her pubis as his other hand continued their quest between her fold, feeling the liquid heat of her need for him.

"Please… Severus…" she gasped. "Don't make me wait… please. I've waited so long. I'm yours… all yours… take me."

She sounded desperate, needy, and Severus abandoned his plan to tease her until she was incoherent; he wanted her to stay as present as possible for this. With a wave of his hand, he wandlessly vanished her clothes along with his own robes, shirt, shoes and trousers, leaving her naked and him in only his black satin boxers.

Hermione shivered beautifully at the caress of cool air on her skin and the sight of her heart's desire, her every fantasy dipping his head and running his wicked tongue, just as he had hoped for earlier, slowly up her left thigh. When he reached the top, the crease where her leg thigh met the well-trimmed curls of her mound, he placed a tender kiss there, making her flinch a little as it was a sensitive spot before he kept right on going; licking directly around her clit, which was extended and throbbing, making her moan loudly and around to the crease on the opposite side. There he placed another kiss before journeying back down her right thigh.

She whimpered again as he placed more kisses, alternating between her inner thighs, working his way back up to her needy clit and dripping sex. He could smell her arousal and it made his own cock throb in earnest and leak against its tented silken prison as he positioned himself more securely on his knees at the end of the bed and pulled her by the bottom flush to his lips.

The gasp she let out at the contact was audible and beautiful and urged him to set to work. Holding her hips steady in his hands he began the dance between his tongue and her sweet, greedy folds. Her scent was intoxicating, the heat of her intense and moisture, she was so, so wet. Severus couldn't claim vast experience but he couldn't imagine anything more liquefied that the sight before him. She was slick with arousal and at his first taste, the dipping of his tongue into her exquisitely tight quim, he heard her…

"Oh… oh Severus. That feels wonderful. Please don't stop. Never… oh sweet Merlin… please never… stop."

He smiled against her twitching nether lips and ran his tongue in a long swipe from just below where she was opening to him like a flower to the sun, up to her quivering clit. Severus found himself extremely glad he had such a tight hold on her hips, which was more to keep his own desire in check that to hold her down, but the it was the latter use that became more necessary. With every touch his tongue made to her clit, she bucked violently against him, and when he slid a single digit, followed by a second into the tightest, most self-lubricated sleeve of life he had ever experience or imagined, whilst he simultaneously locked onto her highly sensitive bundle of nerves, she tensed immediately beneath him, squealed so shrilly he feared she would wake the entire castle, then breathed his name as she jerked and shuddered to completion.

Hermione lay still, unable to think clearly as she felt the pleasant ache of using her intimate, previously dormant muscles. Every inch of her body was lethargic, her bones felt hollow, he skin felt slick and hot as she finally found her way back to earth. It felt impossible to describe how she'd felt under the ministrations of Severus's mouth and fingers and she wouldn't even realise until much later that evening that certain things in her manuscript would need to be completely re-written.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Severus's deep voice washed over her from outside of her satisfied haze, sounding full of concern but so sexy from right beside her.

She nodded, still not quite back.

He stroked down her side, causing an extra shiver.

"You are so beautiful when you come undone for me. I could watch you climax all day and night and never need to scowl a day."

Hermione gave a slight laugh that lacked energy.

"Have I worn you out, my little lioness? You're half my age."

"I'll be fine in a minute, just basking in the afterglow of how amazing you are." She said dreamily, not really paying any attention to anything other than the thrum of her body and the ticklish sensation of Severus's fingers up and down her side. He could tell she would be asleep momentarily and chose not to wake her; his erection had waited a long time for this, it could wait a little longer. He wanted to treat her like princess she was and not push her too far. Pursuing her on her terms would be what allowed him to keep her.

…

Hermione awoke two hours after she had drifted into her post-orgasmic blissed-out sleep. Severus was asleep, flat on his back with the fingers of one hand twisted into her curls. She looked over his slim body, taut with muscles accurate to her imaginings, his face in shadow.

She leaned in on her elbows to kiss his lips softly and then careful to only touch him with her mouth and tongue worked her way down his neck, over his chest, licking gently, exploratorily at his nipples. His breath quickened at this and she sensed his consciousness stirring but she knew if she stopped, she'd lose her nerve and so thinking of something she'd read in her mother's naughty books, she nibbled at the tiny, pale pink, bordering on beige nipple disks as heard his breath catch in his throat.

She grinned a little at the thought of affecting him so and as she alternated between licking and nibbling at one and then the other, she let her fingers travel toward the shifting silk of his boxers and the goal of her three year quest to finally please the man who was beginning shiver beneath her gentle ministrations.

Severus feigned sleep, allowing her to continue her leisurely exploration of his body. She licked along every scar on his torso whilst her fingers danced along his hardening shaft, switching between fingertip caresses and palming strokes. Just her breath over his abdomen was both heaven and hell, exquisite and torturous as she inched closer to where his dick felt like it could pump iron.

Just as her lips reached the waistband, that her un-busy hand was pulling down, she paused and he sensed her face turn up towards his. An attack of conscience perhaps? Unsure if I'm awake?

"Don't stop now, witch. You're just getting to the good part." He said in his usual resonant baritone which was thick with lust and sleep as he attempted to reassure her that he was very content for her to continue.

The fingers that were currently curled around the middle of his rock hard cock, flexed a little, her grip tightening as if to say, 'Yes I know that, you git. I am the ultimate know-it-all after all. Your know-it-all'. In all honesty it wasn't just the grip that told him that, so did her mind as he mentally skimmed the imaginings of her frontal lobe.

With no further encouragement needed from either of them, she lowered her mouth to the purplish nob of pulsing mushroom headed feast before her and without ceremony or censure enveloped it within her longing lips.

It took a second or two for Hermione to focus on what she was doing; the velvet skin and smooth silky hardness was a revelation and something she couldn't have imagined correctly if she tried. He felt beautiful and thick between her lips and as she swiped her tongue tentatively into the slitted end, tasting the first drops of his tangy essence and began to carefully squeeze her lips tighter together and attempt sucklage, she heard his gasp and groan as he grabbed at the bedding with his large calloused hands.

Fascinated by his reaction, she constricts her mouth a little tighter and rubs the flat of her tongue against the underside of the head, something she read in a book and looks up for his reaction. She watches his stomach tense as he tries to maintain control.

"Hermione…" his voice is strangled, breathless.

Loosening her constrictions as it seems a little much for him to be constant, she thinks back quickly to the books she's read to research in preparation for this moment. Okay, move up and down. I can do that. Don't forget his balls. Well, okay. They don't look too scary and if he likes it then… what was the other thing… oh right, behind his balls, massaging. Okay… moving up and down first I think, let's master the basics…

Hermione let her lips loosen considerably more, and with her tongue firmly pressed against that big puling vein at the back, slid Severus's wizardhood deeper into her mouth. As it hit the opening to her throat, she hummed a little at the sensation. She knew she didn't have to worry about her tonsils (having had them removed as a child) or a gag-reflex which had never been something she suffered with and so pushed on. Humming to open and vibrate her throat, she swallowed a few times to cause a constriction sensations for him, just like the books said and heard him gasping and grabbing at the bed sheets again.

"Oh, sweet Salazar… Hermione… oh yes… if you... fuck… if you keep that up… Merlin… I'm not going to last."

Hermione felt ecstatic with herself, positively giddy at the thought she had pushed him almost to the point of orgasm so quickly, not quite fully aware that he had been half on the edge of orgasm since he read her manuscript. She thought back to her notes for an effective withdrawal method and smirked mentally as she settled on something feather light… and dragged her teeth lightly, slowly back up his aching shaft.

"Hermione… oh fuck… how the fuck can you… holy hippogryffs… how do you know how to do this so well?"

She had constricted her mouth around the head again as she reached the top and to answer this question you released it with a loud pop.

"Research, Severus." She said with a cheeky grin. "You know me, know-it-all of the century; always got her nose stuck in a book." Every word was uttered proudly as she continued to tease him with her hands; one wrapping around his shaft to pump him at an even pace, allowing him to regain his breath, the other tentatively curling around his balls to experiment with how much to pressure to apply to make him…

To make him do that… oh this is so much fun!

She thought as he threw his head back, gasping.

"Hermione, I'm going to come in ten seconds if you don't… too late… oh fuuuuuuck!" He said, his body stiffening, his cock pulsing as thick ribbons of white erupted from him in long, arching spurts.

Hermione slowed her semen-covered hand as his expulsions lessened. He was panting; his eyes were screwed shut but becoming less so and his head was thrown back so that when he did open his eyes, they would be looking at the headboard.

"Wow…" she said, awe in her voice as she removed took her hands back.

Severus didn't move for a moment… the laboured rise and fall of his chest the only indication he was conscious.

Hermione sighed contentedly.

"I really enjoyed watching that. It's so much more dramatic than I imagined. I love how you get all tense right before… Severus… you really are magnificent."

She heard a sigh come from him as he started to shift into a more comfortable position and bring his gaze to her naked form, kneeling just by his ankles.

"Hermione, you have quite the talent for… dear Merlin… what are you…?"

"I was curious. You came after I removed my mouth so I didn't know what it tasted like. It's cooled a bit now though. I really think I'd prefer it direct from the source." She said saucily, her eyes darting quickly to the gently deflating 'source'.

"Fuck woman…" he said, rolling his eyes back to the ceiling. "You're going to be the death of me. Wipe the rest on the covers and come here."

She waited until he looked at her again before licking the last of his essence from her palm with a long slow swipe of her tongue before crawling up the bed towards him.

"Witch, have mercy. I'm almost forty."

"Yes sir." She said in the middle of a laugh.

He tapped her on the bottom lightly before pulling her into his arms from behind.

"Mmmmm," came her soft sigh as she snuggled into him. "This feels nice. I like this side of you."

"You're the only one who will ever see it."

Hermione stroked the hand he placed on her stomach.

"Good."

Hermione had just dosed off to the sound of Severus's light snoring when she heard a strange roaring sound coming from the other room.

That sounds like floo flames but surely, Severus shut the floo off.

"Severus…" she said quietly, not sure how heavy a sleeper he was. He didn't stir.

"Sev…" she tried, a little louder, placing a hand on his bare shoulder. He made a sound in the back of his throat.

Third time lucky…?

"Severus… someone's here. They've come through the floo." Nothing.

"Ok, fine. You'd think an ex-spy would be more alert. You asked for this. I only know one way to successfully wake you up and this is it. If we get caught, it's entirely your fault."

Hermione pulled back his duvet, crawled down to straddle his knees and lowered her head once more to his flaccid cock. Holding it up with one hand, she swirled her tongue around the head while she gently pumped it to life, her other hand reaching around his balls to massage just behind them. Every few seconds her eyes flicked o face to check the state of consciousness etched on his features.

"My God… witch, you're insatiable." He said with a smirk.

She released him with a pop and a scowl.

"It's not that Severus, it's just I there's someone…"

"Severus, are you here?" Minerva's voice came to their ears, muffled through the door. "I need your help with Hermione's manuscript. It's missing."

"Oh shit. It's on the coffee table." Hermione sounded panicked.

"Never mind that. You can't be found here, Hermione. You're still a student and I am still your Professor."

"I'm not ashamed of loving you Severus and I'm not afraid if she knows." She said confidently, reaching for her clothes.

"Stay here." He demanded. "I'll be back…" His sentence was cut off, mid-donning a black velvet bathrobe as the Headmistresses voice was suddenly much louder when his bedroom door swung open.

"Severus, are you awake? Get up! Hermione's manuscript is…" Minerva's eyes when comically wide as she took in the sight of her naked Head Girl on the bed on her disrobed Potions Master. "Miss Granger, what on earth are you doing here?"

"Erm…" Hermione stuttered, stalling for time.

"Erm…" Echoed the Potions Master, wondering if he was about to lose his job.

A/N: Wow, this chapter was quite the slog to get written. As much as I love reading lemons, it is hard to write them. I actually had to ask my Coven for synonyms for cock towards the end there.

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