Irrepressible Desires
What he had expected he didn't know, but it wasn't this open famished desire in her huge eyes. Her flushing skin telling its own tale. Her wet open lips, an unspoken invitation which compelled him to take her without a moments delay. But the slytherin in him didn't let him lose his self-control so easily. This is what he wanted as was reflected in her tormented face too, but the initiative had to be hers, he decided. So he just kept on looking at her with those mesmerizing eyes as her breathing became faster and her chest heaved in quicker successions. Her expressions becoming more desperate every second, but he didn't let that melt his heart, as a matter of fact some sadistic facet of him was rather enjoying her anxiety. He continued to look her up and down though. What he looked at didn't disappoint him at all. The Hermione in front of him looked very different from the one he had had a lifetime ago. She looked much more enticing. Her soft and supple looking generous curves accentuated her desirability. He didn't think he could resist her for much longer now. Something had to be done to make her take the first step. He stopped his impudent scrutiny of her and looked deep into her doe-shaped eyes; the eyes which looked at him so appealingly as if begging him to release her of her ever-increasing misery.
"We need to talk, Hermione." He stated simply, surprisingly extricating a moan from her, which excited him at the same time making him question Draco's prowess in the bed . He must be a very poor lover indeed to have reduced Hermione to such a state.
"Would you like the potion first; you aren't looking very well, if I may be pardoned for saying so. What exactly did you want a potion for?" he drawled on, covering the distance between them in two long fluid steps. "Not feeling feverish, are you?" he continued extending a casual palm to her forehead, which left her groaning in frustration.
"So what exactly would you like to have, Hermione?" he almost whispered, observing quietly her tear filled eyes, her tightly clenched palms, nails digging in her skin and her quivering form as he removed his palm in a languid manner. The back of his palm accidentally caressing her skin.
"Please....." she whimpered.
"Please what, Hermione?" he murmured raising his brow in mock innocence.
"Oh, please, please, please, Severus, take me!" She cried out quite uncontrollably now sliding on the floor down the length of his legs desperately clutching them.
He gripped her arms trying to lift her back and would have teased her further had not the tears flowing down her cheeks made it impossible to do so. Besides his desire was becoming quite overwhelming by now.
So he just picked her up in his arms taking her lips in his own forgetting all about first moves and slytherin tactics.
Soon her passion ignited even further by his careeses, she became rather wild, tearing his robes, digging her nails in his back and dragging them down its lenght, biting him, devouring every bit of him; it was as if a hurricane had been set loose. At first he was a bit alarmed but soon started matching her pace, his body responding to her passionate overtures. So engrossed were both in their arduous love-making that they didn't even hear the approaching footsteps, couldn't even remember the unwarded door, and didn't even notice as the door opened to reaveal the extremely shocked face of Draco Malfoy, his eyes couldn't quite believing the scene unfolding before him as his face grew whiter and he held the edge of the wall to keep himself from staggering to the floor, his hand unbalancing a few things on the wooden racks in turn, finally breaking their reverie. Hermione looked at him, various emotions flooding her being one after other; shock, realization, guilt, mortification, hurt, and finally defiance. Snape on the other hand took this rather well. His eyes glinting victoriously as his sneer became prominent. He couldn't have contrived a better timing for Draco's entrance. This would save him a lot of trouble regarding the spreading of rumors concerning Hermione and himself he thought wiping blood from his lips with the back of his palm eyeing Draco all the time.
"Draco, I.....You...You .shouldn't......I ....." Her voice rang out, trying to form a coherent sentence but failing miserably, as Draco lifted a shaking hand; looking pale as a ghost, he turned back and left without a backward glance or a single word.
The moment of absolute abandon had passed; too mortified for words, Hermione falteringly glanced at her former potions masters despondently and awkwardly before turning hurriedly and following her husband.
Frustrated beyond measure the Professor threw everything on his desk to the floor in one grand sweeping movement, before toppling over the chair noisily. He then took out a bottle of brandy and a glass, filling it to the brim and drinking it one gulp before throwing the glass in the fireplace with all his might, which in turn shattered into a million pieces making him groan in frustrated satisfaction as the brandy continued to burn his insides.
What he had expected he didn't know, but it wasn't this open famished desire in her huge eyes. Her flushing skin telling its own tale. Her wet open lips, an unspoken invitation which compelled him to take her without a moments delay. But the slytherin in him didn't let him lose his self-control so easily. This is what he wanted as was reflected in her tormented face too, but the initiative had to be hers, he decided. So he just kept on looking at her with those mesmerizing eyes as her breathing became faster and her chest heaved in quicker successions. Her expressions becoming more desperate every second, but he didn't let that melt his heart, as a matter of fact some sadistic facet of him was rather enjoying her anxiety. He continued to look her up and down though. What he looked at didn't disappoint him at all. The Hermione in front of him looked very different from the one he had had a lifetime ago. She looked much more enticing. Her soft and supple looking generous curves accentuated her desirability. He didn't think he could resist her for much longer now. Something had to be done to make her take the first step. He stopped his impudent scrutiny of her and looked deep into her doe-shaped eyes; the eyes which looked at him so appealingly as if begging him to release her of her ever-increasing misery.
"We need to talk, Hermione." He stated simply, surprisingly extricating a moan from her, which excited him at the same time making him question Draco's prowess in the bed . He must be a very poor lover indeed to have reduced Hermione to such a state.
"Would you like the potion first; you aren't looking very well, if I may be pardoned for saying so. What exactly did you want a potion for?" he drawled on, covering the distance between them in two long fluid steps. "Not feeling feverish, are you?" he continued extending a casual palm to her forehead, which left her groaning in frustration.
"So what exactly would you like to have, Hermione?" he almost whispered, observing quietly her tear filled eyes, her tightly clenched palms, nails digging in her skin and her quivering form as he removed his palm in a languid manner. The back of his palm accidentally caressing her skin.
"Please....." she whimpered.
"Please what, Hermione?" he murmured raising his brow in mock innocence.
"Oh, please, please, please, Severus, take me!" She cried out quite uncontrollably now sliding on the floor down the length of his legs desperately clutching them.
He gripped her arms trying to lift her back and would have teased her further had not the tears flowing down her cheeks made it impossible to do so. Besides his desire was becoming quite overwhelming by now.
So he just picked her up in his arms taking her lips in his own forgetting all about first moves and slytherin tactics.
Soon her passion ignited even further by his careeses, she became rather wild, tearing his robes, digging her nails in his back and dragging them down its lenght, biting him, devouring every bit of him; it was as if a hurricane had been set loose. At first he was a bit alarmed but soon started matching her pace, his body responding to her passionate overtures. So engrossed were both in their arduous love-making that they didn't even hear the approaching footsteps, couldn't even remember the unwarded door, and didn't even notice as the door opened to reaveal the extremely shocked face of Draco Malfoy, his eyes couldn't quite believing the scene unfolding before him as his face grew whiter and he held the edge of the wall to keep himself from staggering to the floor, his hand unbalancing a few things on the wooden racks in turn, finally breaking their reverie. Hermione looked at him, various emotions flooding her being one after other; shock, realization, guilt, mortification, hurt, and finally defiance. Snape on the other hand took this rather well. His eyes glinting victoriously as his sneer became prominent. He couldn't have contrived a better timing for Draco's entrance. This would save him a lot of trouble regarding the spreading of rumors concerning Hermione and himself he thought wiping blood from his lips with the back of his palm eyeing Draco all the time.
"Draco, I.....You...You .shouldn't......I ....." Her voice rang out, trying to form a coherent sentence but failing miserably, as Draco lifted a shaking hand; looking pale as a ghost, he turned back and left without a backward glance or a single word.
The moment of absolute abandon had passed; too mortified for words, Hermione falteringly glanced at her former potions masters despondently and awkwardly before turning hurriedly and following her husband.
Frustrated beyond measure the Professor threw everything on his desk to the floor in one grand sweeping movement, before toppling over the chair noisily. He then took out a bottle of brandy and a glass, filling it to the brim and drinking it one gulp before throwing the glass in the fireplace with all his might, which in turn shattered into a million pieces making him groan in frustrated satisfaction as the brandy continued to burn his insides.