A/N: So when I first started writing this I didn't plan on it being as sweet as it's turning out to be... But I guess Severus and Hermione had plans of their own.. :)
Hermione knocked on the Potions classroom door at seven o'clock on the dot Friday evening.
"Enter."
She slipped inside and closed the door behind her.
Professor Snape sat behind his desk, grading papers with a quill dipped in bright red ink.
"I still have a few essays to finish," he said, without looking up from his work. "I've laid out a few items on my bed for you to peruse.. I'd like you to pick one out to get acquainted with tonight. I'll be there soon."
He was clearly in work mode and Hermione didn't want to bother him, so she quickly moved to the bedroom after a quiet yes sir.
True to his word there were several implements laid out on the bed. She recognized most of them from books she had read. There were two paddles; one only about the width of her hand and the other large enough to cover her whole bum with one hit. She wasn't sure if she was ready for wood yet… No pun intended, she giggled to herself.
Next there was a cane, long and thin, made of smooth bamboo. That one seemed even more intimidating than the paddles… There were three items left; a leather strap, a flogger, and a riding crop. One of those was surely her best bet.
She ran her hands briefly over each one before picking up the riding crop. It was thin and light in her grip and the leather tongue on the end felt soft on her skin. I suppose he could use it like a cane if he wanted to…But, she was very intrigued by the thought of the soft leather tip flicking over her skin.
Mind made up, Hermione gathered up the other items and put them on his dresser, then laid the riding crop on the bed. She dithered about what to do next. Should she take her clothes off and get ready on the bed? He hadn't given her any instructions beyond picking out an implement. In the end she hoped that if he was upset, the sight of her naked bum would inspire him to go easy on her.
She undressed and laid down on her stomach next to the riding crop to wait. Her stomach flipped about with anxiety. The anticipation was a delightful kind of torture. She never knew what to expect from him, and she kinda loved it.
Hermione was lost in thought fifteen minutes later when she finally heard his voice from the doorway.
"My, my, Miss Granger. I guess it's true what they say, you do want to be Teacher's Pet." Hermione smiled into the duvet and wiggled her bum at him. She heard him step further into the room and shut the door.
"While I am enjoying the view…"
Severus advanced on her slowly, taking in her submissive display. Her pert little bum was smooth and beautiful, and only the barest hint of his belt remained.
"I'd like to show you something new. Come over here and kneel on the table." He instructed, indicating the coffee table that had previously been in his sitting room. Hermione slid off the bed to comply.
"Perfect," he drawled, "hands behind your head… Spread your legs…Back nice and tall… Stick out your chest for me.."
Severus picked up the riding crop and began to pace around the table in circles, inspecting her.
"Typically you'd be asked to keep your eyes cast down at the floor…"
He grasped her face in one hand and tilted her head up towards him.
"But, personally I prefer the eye contact."
Hermione blushed and forced herself to look him in the eye. His gaze made her feel squirmy and hot. She did her best to keep still. The table was hard under her knees and ankles.
"In the future when I ask you to get into 'position' this is what I expect of you."
"Yes sir."
Severus began to run his hands over her as he circled, palpating her muscles with a critical eye. He made little 'Hmms' here and there as he went. He came back to her face and pulled back her upper lip, peering at her gums. She felt like a poodle being judged at a Best In Show competition.
When he got to her breasts he took his time, massaging each one in turn and tweaking her nipples into stiff peaks. Hermione moaned softly and arched her back into his touch. He was driving her mad with the slow teasing. She didn't know how he managed to be so damn patient all the time.
Severus pulled away from her chest and she whimpered with the loss. He circled around behind her and put a hand on her hip.
"Hands and knees. Spread your legs." Hermione shivered and did as he asked.Gods, please touch me!
He palmed her arse roughly, spreading her cheeks wide. "Hmm," he intoned as he ran a finger down her center, gently grazing her puckered hole before moving on to her pussy.
She was slippery with need. His finger ran through her folds like silk. He spread her labia with two fingers to get a better look. She was soft, pink and beautiful.
"Lovely." He spoke under his breath.
Severus slipped his middle finger inside her and had to suppress a groan. Her inner walls clung to his finger perfectly. He wanted to throw all his plans out the window and slip his cock inside her right then and there. She'd love it, too.
Instead he reluctantly pulled his finger out and brought it to his lips, savoring her tangy flavor. Focus.
"You've made a good choice, Miss Granger."
Severus ran the leather tongue of the riding crop down the center of her back. Hermione's breathing got noticeably quicker, but she didn't speak. She was wound up so tight she couldn't even think straight.
"You're quiet tonight," Snape observed, and walked over to face her, crouching down at her level. He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, studying her face. Something was off about the look in her eyes.
"What do you need?" His voice was quiet and low.
Hermione took a deep breath. "I…. I don't know sir.." she whispered. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. "I'm sorry," her chin wobbled.
"Come here." Severus grabbed her hand and guided her up off the table and onto the bed. He kicked off his boots and climbed up onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard and pulling Hermione against him, back to his chest.
"I'm sorry, I've ruined things. I don't know what's wrong with me…" She lamented, holding back tears.
Severus smoothed one hand over her stomach, and stroked her hair with the other.
"There's nothing wrong with you. And you haven't ruined anything. Do we need to stop?"
"No! I don't want to stop sir, really. I just… can't relax."
"Things have been intense and a little overwhelming… You've been getting into your own head, doubting yourself and your needs, am I correct?" She nodded slowly.
"You need to let go of all that and trust me…. I will take care of you."
Severus could understand her struggle. It wasn't an easy thing to lay yourself bare to another person and surrender to your deepest desires, no matter how bad you wanted to. And going a week without orgasm wasn't easy if you weren't used to it. She was full of tension. He tilted her head back towards him and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"You have so much pent up frustration… Let's fix that, shall we?" Hermione closed her eyes and smiled softly, nodding.
"Okay, sir." She whispered. Severus slipped out from behind her and let her fall gently to her back on the bed. He summoned a black piece of cloth and held it up to show her,
"Here's what we're going to do… I'm going to blindfold you. I want you to do your best to empty your mind. No more thinking. Just feel. Can you do that?" Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
Just breathe. You've got this. He told you to trust him.
Severus wrapped the blindfold over her eyes and secured it behind her head, then set a quick light blocking charm over it with his wand to make sure she couldn't peek.
"Okay, just lie back and relax. You don't need to do anything."
Hermione's world narrowed down to black. It was a little unsettling. But she could still feel Snape's body heat, and could tell from his voice that he was nearby. She focused on her breathing. In, out, in, out.
She felt the bed shift and then heard his voice near her ear; he spoke quiet and deep,
"I want you to start taking deep breaths… in through your nose….. and out your mouth… Clear your mind… and think of a place you enjoy… maybe it's lying in the grass… maybe it's an armchair by the fireplace… somewhere you feel relaxed, safe, free… "
His silky baritone was relentless in her ear. Hermione pictured herself on the bank of the river she used to go kayaking at with her parents. A warm summer breeze blew over her shoulders. She could hear the hum of the bugs and the sway of leaves in the air. The grass tickled her bare feet.
"Now I want you to focus on relaxing your whole body… inch by inch…. Starting with your head… let your forehead relax… unclench your jaw… "
She felt his hands on her now as he spoke, massaging her scalp and moving down slowly to her temples and jaw.
Severus made his way down each of her shoulders, arms, and hands, talking her through every movement. Then moved on to her thighs, calves, and feet. She felt like puddy in his hands. Her entire universe was just his voice and the feeling of his skin on hers. Nothing else mattered.
"You're ready now… To give up control… Surrender to your deepest needs…"
Hermione felt him grasp her legs gently and bend them up until she was spread open in a frog legged position. He guided her hands down the outside of her bent legs until they grasped her lower calves. A soft fabric was suddenly wrapping around her wrists and calves. She gasped softly. He's tying me up..
"Keep breathing… You're doing so well," he soothed.
Severus could have easily tied her up with magic, but he preferred doing it by hand. It was much more satisfying and personal.
He took his time, slowly securing her arms to her calves in intricate shibari knots. She looked exquisite; a work of art. The silky black rope was a perfect contrast to her pale skin.
"Yessss… You should see yourself, princess…. All spread open for me… Helpless." Hermione's eyelids fluttered under her blindfold. Her breaths were coming in quick pants now, each time her chest heaved her rosy little nipples pointed up towards the heavens.
She felt restricted and vulnerable, but it wasn't scary anymore. She felt free.
"Oh Gods. Please touch me, sir."
The desperation in her own voice surprised Hermione. She felt something cool and smooth trail down the center of her chest to her belly button.
"What's that?" She whispered. It continued trailing around her abdomen, then moving up to tease her breasts.
"Don't you recognize it?" he replied, "you picked it out yourself."
The riding crop. She'd been right, the small leather tongue felt amazing on her skin.
"It's a tool of many talents…." Severus trailed off and the crop left her skin. Suddenly it smacked down on her bum. She cried out in surprise.
It actually didn't hurt much at all, just a quick sharp sting, and then it faded to a nice tingle. He repeatedly brought the crop down on her bum, stimulating her skin with quick sharp licks. Soon she was moaning and writhing on the bed, her arse buzzing with sensation.
The burn was going straight to her core. Her hips were moving frantically with need. She thought she might explode if he didn't touch her pussy soon.
"Please… please!" Hermione begged mindlessly.
Severus flicked the underside of her breast with the crop and she moaned loudly. He whipped each breast in turn with quick little flicks, getting closer and closer to her pebbled peaks. When he finally snapped the crop over her left nipple she shouted,
"Ahhh! I'm so close, sir!" She looked as if she might bite a hole through her bottom lip. Severus chuckled darkly.
"There's my good girl… all splayed out, at my mercy… begging to be whipped..." he smacked each nipple in turn until they bloomed bright red. Then he trailed the leather tip down her belly once again, stopping at her dark triangle of curls.
She keened and thrust her hips forward, begging him to keep going. Her folds were shiny with her nectar. He gently tapped at her clit with the crop and she whimpered.
"You know what I want, little girl…." He crooned.
"Oh Gods… Please sir… Whip my pussy." A deep blush spread under her blindfold.
"Good girl. Come for me." Hermione was so close it only took three sharp smacks on her clit to push her over the edge.
"Uhhhhhh yesss oh Gods!" Her body quaked as her climax tore through her. She was still twitching with release when Severus began to mercilessly flick her clitoris with his thumb.
"Again." He commanded.
"Ahhh! Severus!... Give me a second, please! It's too sensitive." Snape didn't reply, just slid two fingers inside of her and stroked her front wall.
Hermione's hips jerked violently in time with the thrust of his fingers. Her little nub felt plump and hard under his thumb. She thrashed her head from side to side on the bed, pleading him to slow down.
"Severus please! I can't.. I can't!" The direct stimulation was way too much in her over sensitized state.
"You can. And you will." He growled, refusing to let up. Severus was determined to make her climax at least once more; he wasn't sure if he'd make it very long once he was inside her.
He leaned over her chest and took one abused nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Hermione shouted and bucked underneath him. Within moments her pussy clenched down on his fingers and she moaned loudly with a second release.
Her body relaxed to the mattress with a huff when he pulled his fingers from her. She was panting hard, trying to catch her breath.
Severus summoned a glass and filled it part way with water.
"Here, drink," he cupped his hand under her head to prop it up and held the glass to her lips. Hermione sipped the water carefully, feeling awkward without the use of her arms.
"Thank you," she said after draining the glass. Severus set the cup aside and started to undress.
"I'm not done with you yet, Princess."
He sighed when he finally got his trousers off, relieved he hadn't been permanently disfigured by his zipper. Severus lined himself up with her pelvis and then reached down to untie her blindfold.
Hermione blinked up at him groggily, eyes adjusting to the candlelight. She smiled, "Hi."
Severus huffed out a short laugh.
"Hello Miss Granger…Having a good night?" He quirked an eyebrow at her and ran the tip of his cock through her folds, sliding into her in one slow thrust.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Yes. I am," she grinned.
Hermione looked down at herself in awe. The pattern of knots Severus had used to bind her arms and legs was beautiful. She wondered where he had learned how to do that. Her chest was covered in little red rectangles- she was sure her bum was too, but she couldn't see that.
"Fuck," Severus groaned, "your pussy is trying to scald me." He straightened his back and grabbed ahold of her hips, snapping into her with slow deep thrusts.
"Are you comfortable enough, or should I untie you?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head, "Don't untie me!"
His eyes burned into her, and he picked up the pace, slamming into her with a force that curled her toes.
Truthfully her arms were a bit uncomfortable, but she really wanted him to fuck her with the ropes on.
Hermione wondered if she'd ever get used to his size. She felt a bit like someone was shoving a candlestick between her legs; it was intense. But incredible.
Severus watched his cock fill her, over and over again. He'd never tire of the sight. Fuck.
"I've been thinking about your tight little cunt all week, Hermione." He hissed.
"Uhhhh yesss, my pussy is so full, sir."
"Is it?" He grunted between breaths, then pushed her thighs together and lifted her arse higher, thrusting his hips up at an upward angle.
"Oh my God! Severus!" Hermione's mouth was hanging open. He had her practically folded in half and his cock was hitting her at such a perfect angle she could hardly breathe.
He wanted to put that look on her face everyday. She was making a high pitched keening sound with every thrust of his hips. The wet sloshing sound of her pussy was getting louder, he could feel her cream sliding down to coat his bollocks.
"I know you're getting close, love, I can feel it. Tell me what you need." He demanded through clenched teeth. Her soft walls were strangling him so tight he could hardly focus enough to force the words out.
"Squeeze me. Squeeze my hips!" She sounded frantic. He grasped her hips tighter, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. Her wails rose another octave.
"Uhhhnnn yes, right there!" The grimace on her face smoothed out when she finally hit her peak. Her pussy spasmed around him as the waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Severus let her legs fall open and he fell forward, burying his face in her neck. Two more thrusts was all it took for him to follow her in release. He grunted against her skin as his orgasm tore through him. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear.
After a moment to catch his breath Severus sat up and fumbled around in the sheets for his wand. He found it under a pillow and swished it over Hermione, releasing the ropes from her arms and legs.
Her arms and legs fell to her sides and she groaned. Her arms had half fallen asleep and they prickled sharply as the blood flow returned. Severus must have noticed because he reached out and rubbed his hands firmly over each arm, massaging them to bring the blood back quicker.
"How are your legs?" He asked. Hermione smiled at him.
"My legs are fine. Thank you, sir." Her voice was slightly raspy. Severus filled the same glass he'd used earlier with cool water and handed it to her, then summoned a cup of his own.
When they both finished drinking Snape set their glasses aside and pulled the bedclothes down, then slid beneath them, pulling Hermione over to lie her head on his chest. He tucked the blankets up around them.
"Are you staying tonight?" He rumbled into her hair. Hermione idly ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest.
"Yes. If I'm still allowed.."
"Yes. Did you bring your pajamas?"
"No."
"Thank god."
Hermione giggled.
"Let's rest for a while then. I'm exhausted." He said. They both closed their eyes.
A few minutes later Hermione peeked up at his face. His eyes were closed.
"Professor?" She whispered.
"Mmm?" His eyes didn't open.
"I'm sorry I sort of…. freaked out earlier. I feel a bit silly now."
"Don't apologize," he murmured, "it's all part of the process."
"'Kay…. Sir?"
"What??" He sounded annoyed now.
"I need the loo." Severus loosened his arms to let her out of bed. She had climbed halfway over him when he grabbed her shoulder to halt her movement. He pulled her down to straddle him and captured her lips in a deep kiss.
Hermione kissed him back but pulled away after a moment. She did a little wriggle on his lap.
"I really do have to pee, sir."
"I know," he studied her eyes, "I like the way it makes you dance around."
Hermione blushed. She looked uncomfortable, but he saw a heat flash in her eyes briefly. She ground her pelvis against him.
Very interesting.
"Really though, I'm always bursting to go after sex."
Severus smirked at her, and gave her bum a quick pat.
"Fine, go. When you get back we are going to sleep, OK?"
"Yes sir!"
Hermione awoke to Severus slipping back into bed behind her.
"Wha time is it?" She asked, voice thick with sleep.
"About one o'clock."
"Oh. Thought it was morning."
Severus slipped his arm around her waist, softly stroking her stomach. Hermione sighed and pushed back against him, rubbing her bum against his softened prick.
"Careful now, don't start something unless you intend to finish it." Snape murmured into her hair.
She smiled and turned over, climbing up onto his lap to straddle him. She looked almost ethereal in the dim candlelight; her hair a wild fuzzy halo around her head. Severus grabbed her hips and had to suppress a groan when she started to grind her soft bum against him.
Her soft curves were on full display before him; small round breasts bouncing with each gyration. Now there's a view I could get used to.
Severus moved his hands down to her bum and squeezed, pulling her down even tighter against him. Hermione hissed softly at his contact with her marked skin, but continued to grind. His cock was hardening now, and she found if she moved at the right angle she could rub her clit against his length.
"Mmmmm" She started to move with more urgency, eyes closed and bottom lip between her teeth in concentration.
Severus looked up at her with amusement. She didn't seem embarrassed at all that she was humping him like her dorm room pillow. He didn't mind, the warm slick sliding of her folds against his cock did feel nice.
Barely two minutes later her eyes suddenly snapped open,
"May I come, sir?" Her voice was breathy in a way that went straight to his cock. Severus held tight to her bum and let her do her thing.
"Go for it, Princess. I'm enjoying the show."
Her lips curved up in an embarrassed smile but she didn't slow her movement. In a few short moments her mouth was hanging open and her breathing turned into ragged gasps.
"Yesssss. Rub your juicy little pussy all over me."
Her orgasm didn't crash over her like it normally did; it trickled over her like warm water, pooling in her core and spreading through her fingers and toes. Her hips stuttered through the waves and then she relaxed, slumping over Snape's chest with a deep sigh.
Severus ran his hands over her back and let her catch her breath.
"Well, now that you've polished me to a high shine I hope you have something else in mind."
Hermione huffed a little laugh against his chest. Now that she was fully awake and had come she felt a little awkward. She kept her head on his chest but lifted her arse, reaching her hand underneath her to guide him to her entrance.
Oof, her vagina was a bit sore. She winced slightly as she eased his cock into her.
"Are you alright?" Severus asked.
It felt too good to stop. She paused when he was fully seated and looked up at his face.
"Yes, just adjusting."
Snape smirked. "Good. Ride my cock."
Hermione slowly started to roll her hips over him, rocking back and forth over his length. She wasn't confident yet about being on top, and it took a while to find a good rhythm. It was more difficult than she'd expected. Once she found the right spot though it felt quite good.
Severus laid back and let her experiment. She clearly had very little to none experience being on top. But, skill would come later. For now he didn't mind being her guinea pig.
"Sir?" Hermione asked. She had laid her head back down on his chest, but kept up the rolling of her hips.
"Mm?" Snape trailed his fingers up and down her back.
"Where did you learn to tie ropes like that?"
"I've had some very skilled friends and mentors over the years."
"Hmm. When did you first get into… spanking and stuff?"
"I was still a student. Seventeen, maybe? Why?"
"Just curious… I should've known that's what Slytherins are up to in their dorms." She lifted her head to look at him.
Severus rolled his eyes. "You'd be surprised. I've met more Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs in the scene than Slytherins."
Hermione looked thoughtful. "That actually makes sense, now that I think about it…."
She sat up and gave a surprised squeak at the new angle. Her hips started to move with renewed fervor.
"Where do you meet these people anyways?"
Severus grabbed hold of her hips and snapped his up to meet her, enjoying the way her eyelids fluttered.
"There are bars and clubs, it's a whole community."
"Oh. Would you take me, at some point?... Actually, I don't know. Sounds a bit scary."
Severus shrugged. "I suppose. I haven't been in years.. You'd enjoy it. Scary is part of the fun. You're not ready for that yet though… You're far too untrained."
Hermione looked offended and Snape laughed.
"Untrained. I'm not a dog!"
"No, you're not. You're a Princess. And Princesses need lots of training… Don't worry, I'll teach you how to be a good little girl. First order of business- less talking, more fucking."
Severus sat up and lifted her with him, switching their positions.
"Turn over, show me your bum." He pulled out of her briefly and let her turn in the bed so she was lying flat on her stomach.
"Hmm. Not red enough." He smacked her left cheek hard.
"Ow! What do you mean, not red enough? It's nearly dark in here, you can't even see enough to know!" Hermione whinged and reached back to hold her stinging cheek.
Severus grabbed both her hands and held them down against her lower back.
"I thought you knew better than that by now Miss Granger… You'll take what I give you and you'll thank me for it, do you understand? Starting with this spanking."
Hermione moaned dejectedly into the duvet.
"What was that, young lady?" He growled.
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
Severus held her down with one hand and started spanking with the other. By the time he got to twenty smacks she was panting and spreading her legs to give him more access.
"Ten more, Miss Granger. And they're going to get progressively harder. Brace yourself."
Hermione's wiggling bum went completely still and she tensed her muscles in preparation.
Severus gave all ten in quick succession, barely a pause in between. When he finished he heard Hermione let out a tiny sob, followed by a quiet,
"Thank you, sir."
He couldn't really tell in the dim light, but her skin appeared to have darkened to a nice rosy shade, complimenting the little pink rectangles left by the crop. Her arse felt very toasty under his hands when he lightly massaged her stinging skin.
Hermione took several deep sniffling breaths against the mattress. He hadn't smacked her that hard with his hand before, and damn, it hurt. His massaging felt nice though. Her bum felt like it had a sunburn. The sting traveled right to her core.
Severus kept rubbing her skin until her breathing calmed. She was spreading her legs for him again, her shining slit peeked out at him from between her cheeks.
"Are you ready to be my good girl?"
"Yes sir." Her voice came out sleepy and calm.
Severus set his knees on either side of her legs and lined himself up, slowly pushing inside of her. She felt even tighter than normal with her legs pushed together between his. He couldn't hold back his groan.
"Mmmm fuck, you feel so tight like this." Snape put one hand on the back of her neck and fucked her slowly, watching his cock slide in and out.
Hermione was speechless. Whatever he was doing felt like magic. The angle was perfect, and her closed-legs position made him feel absolutely massive.
Her body was completely still under him. Severus moved his hand from her neck and brushed the hair away from her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
"You alright down there, love?"
"Yes," she croaked, "fuck me, Severus. Oh gods."
Severus grinned and picked up the pace, snapping his hips into her hard and fast. She looked like she was on another planet, her head lolled back and forth with every thrust.
Her bum looked excellent jiggling back and forth against his pelvis. He gripped her cheeks and spread them apart; her little puckered hole winked up at him. Fuck. He wondered if she'd ever let him bugger her.
He'd seen it in her thoughts before. But fantasizing about something and actually doing it were two different things. From what he could tell she wasn't sure if she'd like it or not, she hadn't yet explored in that direction.
"Mmmm your arse looks fantastic, Hermione."
Severus brought a finger up to his mouth to moisten it and then slowly brought it down to the center of her bum, just grazing over her little hole as he passed by. Hermione let out a little moan and arched her back in invitation. Yes.
He brought his damp finger back up and just ghosted it back and forth over her puckered skin.
"I know you want me to finger your naughty little bum, don't you?" His voice came out gravelly with heat.
Hermione's hips started wiggling like mad, trying to force more contact.
"Oh my God, I'm so close sir!"
"Yessss, come for me."
Severus groaned and picked up the pace, fucking her as hard as he could. (His back would pay for that in the morning.) He finally put some pressure on her bum, twirling his finger in circles around her hole.
"Uhhhhhhhnn"
Hermione let out a loud moan and bucked underneath him, the muscles of her thighs squeezed with her release. Her clenching muscles were enough to push him over the edge and he let it, curling over her back with a muted shout.
His release crashed over him like a tidal wave, and he shuttered as her fluttering walls milked him dry.
"Mmmph, Severus, you're squishing me." Hermione's muffled voice called from beneath him.
Snape gently pulled out of her and rolled onto his back on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes.
"My back is going to be so sore tomorrow."
Hermione awoke once again to darkness, unsure of what time it was. The dungeons were tricky like that. She could hear Severus snoring next to her. She looked over at him. He looked so different in his sleep. All the hard lines of his face smoothed out. He was much less intimidating without his scrutinizing black gaze. His eyes snapped open.
"Stop staring at me."
Hermione jumped.
"Jeez, Severus, don't do that, it's terrifying."
"Then don't stare at people, it's rude." Snape stretched in the bed and his back cracked several times. He winced.
"I wasn't staring, I was admiring. There's a difference." Hermione leaned over and kissed him on the nose.
Severus narrowed his eyes at her.
"Mhmm… I'm sure. Let's take a bath, we're all crusty."
"That sounds nice. What time is it?"
Severus grabbed his wand and did a quick tempus.
"Half eight. We have some time."
"I'll get my hair stuff. Can we eat after? I'm starved!" Hermione hopped out of bed to rummage around in her satchel.
Severus just sighed and sat up, padding over to the bathroom. "I'll start the taps."
Hermione entered the bathroom a moment later with three orange bottles and a large wide tooth comb. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Severus was standing over the toilet having a wee. She put her hand over her mouth to cover her giggle and leaned to the side to get a better look.
She'd never watched someone go pee before. She couldn't hear anything over the sound of the bath taps, but she could see everything. It was actually sort of sexy- not because of the pee- but the way he held himself. And, she reasoned, she liked watching him come. Watching pee come out of him wasn't super different, visually.
She giggled more when he gave himself a few shakes. Severus turned around and eyed her suspiciously.
"What are you snickering at? Let's get in the bath."
Now that she thought about it, she really needed to go too. She set her things down on the edge of the tub.
"Well… actually, I need the loo first."
Severus shrugged as he walked past her towards the bath.
"Go ahead then." He put his hand in the water to test it. She felt awkward all of the sudden. She didn't mind watching him but she was not ready for an audience.
"Could you… um… wait outside?"
He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Honestly. Fine, hurry up."
"Thank you!"
Severus left the room and shut the door. Hermione hurried to empty her bladder, and winced when she started to go. Ow. Her vagina was really sore now. It burned a little bit near her entrance. She dried herself carefully with toilet paper and cringed. She felt bruised.
"Are you done in there yet?" Snape called from outside the door. Hermione hurried up and flushed and then called for him to come back. She headed for the sink as he reentered the room.
"You're about to take a bath, are you really washing your hands?" She looked over to Snape who was stepping into the large bath and turning off the water. It wasn't nearly as huge as the prefect bath, but it was certainly large enough for two people, and deep enough for Severus to submerge up to his chest.
"Habit, I guess." She shrugged and turned off the taps. Hermione walked over to the tub and climbed in, slowly lowering herself into the water. When she got to her bits she winced; the hot water stung her sensitive skin. She gingerly sat down across from Snape. The water was nearly up to her chin.
Severus studied her. "What's wrong?"
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, wetting her hair.
"Nothing. This is nice."
Severus sat forward and grabbed her, pulling her up to sit sideways on his lap. Water sloshed out of the tub onto the bathroom floor.
He held her chin in his hand and searched her eyes. His black ones narrowed at her and she flinched.
"Why are you lying to me?" He asked.
"I'm just a bit sore. I'm fine though, honestly. It's not a big deal."
"Hmm. From the spanking, or somewhere else?"
"Well… That's a little sore too."
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll look at it when we get out. And yes it is, 'a big deal'. As much as it would stroke my ego to leave you walking funny, I don't actually want to cause you vaginal injury." He leaned down and kissed her lips briefly.
"Next time you have a problem or you need something just tell me. Don't hide things from me. I'm not sure why you'd hide something like this anyways." Hermione shrugged.
"I'm not sure… I didn't want you to think I was some kind of delicate flower or something. I can handle it."
Severus snorted. "I don't want you to 'handle it' I want you to enjoy it. Besides, it's possible to be delicate and strong at the same time. I prefer you that way actually.. That is the beauty of femininity. Embrace it."
Hermione blushed. Did he have to talk like a poet too? How would she ever concentrate on anything again?
"Okay, okay, message received." She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed her back gently and then pulled away,
"Alright, sit in front of me. Let's sort out this mop you call hair."
She smiled at him. "Really? You want to wash my hair? I have to warn you…it handles a bit differently than what you're used to…" She eyeballed his lank, greasy head. Snape rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes, well then teach me how to do it correctly."
Hermione slid forward and kneeled in the tub in front of him.
"I'll just finish getting my hair wet first." She leaned her head back again, running her fingers over her hair to make sure it was completely saturated.
"Okay, now get my shampoo, you only want a Galleon size or less- and work it through my scalp. You don't want to shampoo the ends." She leaned back and let him massage her scalp.
"Wow, Severus, you could do this for a living. Feels amazing." He was scratching her scalp just right with his nails. She thought she might melt into a puddle of goo. When he finally stopped she sighed,
"Okay, now we rinse." She leaned her head all the way back into the water and felt Severus' hands on her scalp again, helping rinse the shampoo away.
When she came back up she handed him the conditioner.
"You'll want a very generous amount of this. Run it through the mid to ends of my hair gently. Avoid the scalp. Then we detangle with the comb. I can do that part if you like, it takes a good minute."
Severus worked the conditioner in her hair while she talked.
"Hand me the comb," he said, "I'll do it." She handed it over.
"Alright.. it's charmed to detangle so it shouldn't be too bad, but it still snags sometimes. Start from the bottom and work your way up."
Severus got to work. He was surprisingly gentle. Hermione closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. No one had combed her hair for her since she was a child.
Snape kept going till her hair ran through his fingers like silk. Her hair was much longer than he had realized. When it was wet it was down to the middle of her back; it only just brushed past her shoulders when dry. He could see all the different shades of brown and blonde as he ran his fingers through it. Despite what she seemed to think, her hair really was beautiful.
"Your hair is much longer than I thought." He murmured. Hermione laughed.
"I know. You should've seen the one time I got it cut short as a kid. I looked like a hideous poodle."
"What's this third bottle for?" He asked.
"Oh that's the gel. I'll do that when we get out."
"Hmm. Okay, rinse your hair and come here then."
Hermione rinsed quickly and came back to his lap.
"Is it your turn?" She kissed his forehead.
His lips twitched slightly. "No, I'll wash my own hair later. I wanted to ask if you think you can get away with coming here for a few hours Tuesday evening. I don't have rounds. I don't want to wait another week to fuck you again, I'll never get anything done." He tweaked one of her nipples between two of his fingers while he spoke.
Hermione sighed and wiggled on his lap. "That sounds good. I think I can make it work. I don't want to wait either, I almost pulled all my hair out this last week." Severus smirked at her.
"I noticed. Okay, let's finish washing and get out, I'm turning into a prune."
They took turns using a flannel and soap to wash each other (and Hermione only spent a little extra time below the belt) and then they got out and dried off. Hermione showed Severus how she applied her styling gel while holding her head upside down, and then "diffused" it dry with her wand. He told her he never knew how much of a woman's routine involved bending over naked, but he wasn't complaining.
"Alright, your hair is perfect, now hop up on the bed. I want to make sure you're okay."
"Yes, Doctor." Hermione giggled and climbed up on the bed and laid on her back.
Severus spread her legs and lit his wand to get a better look. Her inner labia and the entrance of her vagina near the bottom looked bright red and irritated. He winced.
"This does look painful. Did it hurt last night?"
"Um, just a little when we first started the second time. But it went away fast. Maybe you should kiss it better…" She smiled up at the ceiling.
Severus sighed. "You should've told me. I'd have gotten something for you right then and it wouldn't have gotten this bad. Stay there."
He left his bedroom through a door she hadn't used before. She assumed it must be his private lab. He returned a moment later with a jar and a small vial.
He used a small dropper to place a few drops of clear oil onto her folds, then used his fingers to spread it around. He applied a couple more drops to his pointer finger and then eased it inside of her, carefully coating her inner walls.
"This oil will heal the swelling and any potential tears or lacerations- though I don't think I did that level of damage."
He capped the oil and set it aside. Then he opened the jar and scooped out a blob of white cream and repeated the process.
"This should sooth the irritation and help with pain."
Hermione made a pleased groan as he spread the cream around with his finger.
"Mmm thank you sir. Please keep going."
Severus huffed a little laugh and pulled his finger out. He gave her clit a chaste kiss.
"I don't think so, Miss Granger. No more penetration until Tuesday. You need to recuperate. Your body will never get used to me if you keep getting injuries that we have to heal."
Hermione covered her face and groaned.
"Okay then please touch my clit, sir!"
Severus climbed up to lean over her and pulled her hands away from her face.
"Oh but I thought you wanted breakfast? Didn't you say you were starving?" Right on cue her stomach made a little gurgling sound. Hermione smiled and shrugged.
Severus pecked her lips and then stood up, walking over to his wardrobe to pull out some clothes.
"Stay here, I'll go to my office and ask the elves to bring something. You can get dressed if you'd like. But if you'd prefer to eat in the nude I won't complain.." Severus finished dressing and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Hermione sat up in bed and looked around the room, and spied Snape's discarded dress shirt from the night before. She slipped it on and buttoned it up, rolling up the comically long sleeves.
When Severus returned with a tray in hand he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'll admit, I was hoping for naked breakfast. But you do look very sweet in my shirt." He set the tray down on the coffee table.
"Now be a good girl and eat your food, and maybe I'll eat you for dessert."
Hermione grinned. "Yes sir!"
A/N: If you'd like a visual for how Severus ties up Hermione go to YouTube and search 'IFA CrabTie' by Innovative Fiber Arts
