Many thank yous for the kind reviews. I have definitely tried to make ol' Sev much more sensual than hateful in this fic so I'm glad to hear that's coming across. I think the idea of a hidden sensuality no one would ever dream of in him is quite enticing, don't you?wink wink
As he pulled the black silken sheets over his body, Severus couldn't believe Hermione's detention ended with him asking her such personal questions, holding her to him, pressing his manhood against her, guiding her hands with his over her body, asking her to pleasure herself while fantasizing about him and then to tell him about it. He had honestly expected a quarrel between them, especially when he decided to approach her and apologize for his behavior in the staircase, never thinking it would quickly escalate into a sexual conversation, not that he minded of course. In the appropriate setting, he had no qualms about his sexuality, either the physical action or the discussing of, in fact he'd never met anyone that didn't embarrass easily at the mention of sexual topics and didn't understand. Feeling embarrassed meant being ashamed and he saw nothing to be ashamed of as sex was to be enjoyed, savored, like the long awaited bite of a favorite dessert, taking it all in and closing one's eyes, rolling around the sugary sinfulness with the tongue, moaning in sheer bliss, waiting as long as possible before swallowing the delicacy completely. Sex embodied freedom of the flesh and the mind, clothed in passion, fueled by desire, consummated in heat and, with a few of the right potion ingredients included, was the most powerful experience one could ever have, taking the senses to an entirely new level of awareness.
As the cool sheets caressed his body, the soft pillow and thick bed cover enveloping him completely, Severus picture Hermione's reactions again, as they were refreshingly innocent and beautifully real, something he didn't see much of. The hormonal students hopping in and out of beds were missing the full enjoyment, and he figured they didn't really care to take long enough to learn, so long as they were getting off. They didn't understand the progression, the mystery, the anticipation, the touches and caresses, the spoken words of pleasure; they missed all of it and therefore, as far as he was concerned, had empty sexual experiences. He had known the emptiness when he was younger, he did admit, but was quick to study and explore and find a whole new world open up to him. He pictured Hermione's big brown eyes as she'd watched him, as if he had performed some wonderful trick, seemingly unaware of her cooperation, never really stopping to think, just answering honestly, reacting to her first instinct, allowing herself to become hypnotized by the moment. And when he'd touched her inner arm and palm, lightly tracing with his fingers, he'd felt her stiffen up at first and then relax, quick inhalations of breath that were sheer music to his ears proving her pleasure, encouraging him to do more. He remembered her simple answers of "yes I will" and "yes I do" and understood how they could sound to some as a slave obeying her master, but in reality, was a woman discovering a hunger deep within, searching for nourishment to satisfy that hunger, willing to accept that which he was offering.
What are you doing, you old fool, questioned that all too familiar voice inside his head. She is still a student and look at what you just did. Discussed sexual topics, touched her, crossed over a boundary that is highly inappropriate. You could lose your job for such asinine behavior as this. What has gotten into you? You ridicule the students for allowing their hormones to control their actions but isn't that exactly what you're doing? You're how many years older than her? You're supposed to be the responsible one. You were doing great, especially finally assigning her detention, and then you blew it! You allowed your hormones to get the best of you, disguising it as an apology, knowing what you intended to attempt with her. You've gone mad!
I have not gone mad, he argued back against the inner voice that wouldn't leave him alone. I am perfectly sane and know exactly what I'm doing. It's not the first time I've been with a seventh year student and probably won't be the last. I do not place limits on the flesh or myself nor will I begin to. She needs to discover the sexual dynamic that most miss and I am prepared to show it to her. Would this be happening if it weren't for her botched abortion attempt, ending up in my care? Possibly not. But I cannot deny the eccentric intimacy it created, the mutual attraction or my desire for her to experience true sensuality and sexual freedom. What am I doing so wrong? I'm not forcing her into anything nor am I coercing or threatening her. If she didn't want to do anything, if she never responded to me, if she told me to bugger off, that is exactly what I would do.
He turned over in bed, searching for a comfortable position, stretching out his long legs under the sheets, and wondered what tomorrow would bring. Would Hermione have changed her mind? Or would she still be willing and receptive? He hoped for the latter and allowed visions of her to fill his mind as he drifted off to sleep.
Saturday morning was quite busy as most of the students were once again headed to Hogsmeade, wrapping in layers to protect themselves from the icy wind of winter that had descended upon the castle. Hermione was curled up on the couch with a book as everyone was gathering their belongings to head out.
"Hermione," Ron whined, wrapping a gold and red scarf around his neck. "Don't tell us you're not going again." After sharing such a close friendship with her over the past six years, it was odd to feel estranged as he had ever since they'd returned to school, thinking that she didn't want to spend time with her old friends.
Her big brown eyes were apologetic as she said, "I'm sorry. I just don't want to go. Don't be mad please." She knew they were concerned because her actions had been out of the ordinary lately but there was no way she was not going down to the dungeons today.
"As long as you're all right," Harry said with his trademark smile, not too worried about his friend because she'd acted more like herself lately. "Want us to bring you anything?"
"No," she answered. "But thank you."
"Wait for me!" Ginny called out, rushing down the stairs, trying to slip her arm into her coat, winking at Hermione as she ran by. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
Hermione's eyes were wide in surprise as she watched the boisterous crowd leave the common room, the silence of emptiness a warm blanket around her. Why did Ginny say that? Draco. That had to be it. Ginny was assuming she was seeing Draco again instead of going to Hogsmeade. Hermione smirked with Ginny's mistaken assumption. No, it would not be Draco's chambers she'd be visiting this time.
It would be his teacher's.
"I don't get it," Ron was saying as they headed for the Three Broomsticks for warm butterbeer and shelter from the freezing snow pricking their faces. "Why doesn't she want to spend time with us anymore? She's been acting funny ever since we got to school this year."
"I keep telling you she has more schoolwork than we do and you know how she is about that," Harry reminded his friend again. "I wouldn't worry about it, Ron. At least she's been herself lately. I was really worried for awhile and considered going to Dumbledore."
"Guys," Ginny said, getting really tired of hearing the two discuss her. "Have you ever thought maybe she's seeing someone while we're gone?" She thought of her friend with Draco and felt a tiny pang of jealousy.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and then back at Ginny.
"Who is she hooking up with?" Ron asked, feeling slightly jealous himself and hating it, knowing he'd never really gotten past the crush he had on her, wishing his freckled face wouldn't give his blush away so fiercely.
"I thought she would tell us when that happened," Harry said, almost disappointed that she would hide it from them. "We've both told her about our firsts."
Ginny smiled and shook her head. "She doesn't tell you everything," she informed them and walked on ahead into the Three Broomsticks, leaving the guys to ponder her words. She glanced about the room and whipped her head around, red hair flying about her shoulders, doing a double take when she saw Draco on the other side of the room.
Now she was confused. Was there someone new? Was she really studying? She would have to question her friend later as the curiosity was killing her. Damn her secretiveness!
Hermione stayed in the common room, working on her assignments as long as she could, before showering and changing to begin her anxious trek to the dungeons. She hadn't been able to concentrate on anything and finally gave up, assuming that Severus was there, doubtful he was at Hogsmeade as she'd never known him to go when the students did and hoped he was expecting her since it would be a perfect opportunity with so many gone from the castle. Her heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, wondering what he would do or say and how she would react. She'd never thought of him as anything but a mean, hateful teacher but now noticed the sensual, erotic being that he was, having seen proof, and was curious as to the depths within him.
As she walked along the stone halls, Hermione couldn't help but wish that she hadn't been with Draco, but then realized if she hadn't been with him first and found herself in trouble, she would not have been heading down to the dungeons to see Severus now as there never would have been the reason that brought them together in the first place, not able to deny it was quite an odd twist of fate. Never would she have thought she could be thankful for what she went through but in all reality was.
Severus rounded the corner, returning from an appointment with Dumbledore, to find Hermione knocking in his classroom door, ready to leave since there'd been no answer, and immediately smirked as he quietly approached, quickly admiring her body from behind dressed in a white long sleeve shirt and dark plaid skirt hanging mid thigh, Gryffindor colored socks clinging to her calves inside black Oxford shoes.
Leaning close to her, catching the fresh scent of soap and fruit scented shampoo, he whispered, "Looking for me?"
Hermione jumped, hand clutching her chest and said, "You scared me! Don't do that!"
He noticed the flush across her face and asked impatiently, "Well?"
"Well what?" she asked, still catching her breath.
Towering above her, he leaned down and repeated, "Are you looking for me?"
Hermione noticed the eyebrow above his eye raise and saw the curiosity in his black pools of color as she answered, "I'm knocking on your door, aren't I?"
With another smirk, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing her to walk in first, amused by her sassiness and not at all surprised. "So, Miss Granger," he mocked, his tone playful, walking past her to his desk and sitting down, leaning back in his chair, elbows resting on the leather covered arms, fingers entwined in front of his body. "To what do I owe this honor?"
Feeling confident and not at all uneasy, Hermione leaned against the mahogany desk, one hand on her hip and the other placed on a stack of parchment, and answered, "Well if you'll remember, Professor Snape, you gave me an assignment."
"Yes I suppose I did," he said, forcing his expression to remain neutral, enjoying the playfulness in the energy surrounding her, hoping she would continue the verbal banter. "And is it complete?"
She smiled, remembering the night before, amazed at how it took only seconds of touching herself and thinking of him before her body rocked with pleasure, and then answered, "Yes it is."
He leaned forward, closer to her, slightly having to adjust his lower region as it was demanding attention and asked, "Where is it then?"
Clasping her hands behind her back, Hermione answered, "Oh it wasn't that kind. I have nothing to turn in." Her body just barely turned from side to side as she smiled, hardly believing she was flirting with him in the very classroom she'd dreaded entering for years. This year had already proven it wouldn't be like all the others though so she really wasn't too surprised.
Severus loved the enticing banter; glad she was playing along so easily, and allowed himself a freedom with her that had been hidden for too long. "So how do I know the assignment was completed if there's no proof?" he asked, locking onto her eyes with his.
Stepping closer to him, she answered with a smirk and giddy tone to her voice, "I guess I'd have to tell you and you'd have to take my word for it."
He resisted the urge to pull her into his lap and instead asked, "Well, Miss Granger, perhaps we should move to a more appropriate location for proof of said assignment?"
"Lead the way, Professor Snape," Hermione said with a twinkle in her eyes, unsure what the immediate future would hold but more than willing to find out.
They left the classroom and began climbing staircases, Hermione near winded after the first four, struggling to keep up with Severus' long steps. She didn't recognize where they were going and wanted to ask but decided not to, remaining quiet, following him.
Ten minutes later, Hermione thankful the journey was over, they approached a door that he unlocked with a spell, one that she had a feeling no one else knew. He pushed it open and allowed her to step inside first, closing and locking the door behind them with another spell. Hermione looked around, wondering where she was. The main room was like a smaller version of his office area, complete with a mahogany desk, three bookcases that extended from the floor to the ceiling and two leather-covered chairs in front of the desk. There were numerous bottles of all shapes and sizes scattered around reflecting light from the large window on the other side of the room. She looked through a halfway closed door, seeing an adjoining room, catching a glimpse of the end of a four-poster bed, turning to face Severus with the obvious question displayed on her face.
"This is where I stay during the summer when there is no school," he explained, walking over to the window, stepping into the orange glow of the sunset cascading in. "All my things stay in the classroom and my adjoining chamber but I always have it cleaned, reorganized and restocked. I have found it easier to stay away during that time and Dumbledore provided this."
She nodded, walking over and joining him in the sun's glow, unable to believe the view before her, looking out across the lake, mesmerized by the smoky white surface of the frozen water, reflecting the bright orange and yellow of the sunset perfectly, glancing up at Severus, noticing a stirring inside her as the sun's glow provided a warmth to his face she'd never seen in the cold damp dungeon. Quickly, she looked away and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself, realizing she was nervous, unsure of what would happen.
"This is a beautiful view," she finally said. "I'm surprised you don't spend more time here to away from everyone. I don't think I've ever been in this part of the castle."
"You and your friends did not discover all of Hogwarts' secrets," he told her with a smirk, looking down and meeting her eyes with his, turning to face her. "Now, what about this assignment proof that I'm due?"
The confidence she'd possessed in his classroom had disappeared as they'd journeyed up to this secluded chamber, still fighting nervousness now that she was completely alone with him. You want this, she told herself. What are you waiting for? Why are you nervous?
"Come here," he said quietly, taking her by the arm, gently moving her in front of him at the window, noticing she'd lost the sassiness from earlier and thought maybe looking directly at him was affecting her. "Tell me, Hermione.I want to hear."
She stared out across the water, eyes darting back and forth when he placed his hands on the windowsill on either side of her, well aware of how close he was behind her, their bodies not quite touching. "You gave me…that assignment," she said quietly, unsure of how to start.
Closing his eyes and inhaling the fresh scent of her soap and shampoo again, imagining picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom, Severus asked, "What assignment did I give you?"
"You wanted me to…think of you kneeling in front of me…and fantasize about you…doing more," she said quietly, closing her eyes, remembering how she'd felt the night before, how her body had instantly responded to thoughts of him, her muscles tightening inside again in anticipation.
"And what else?" he whispered, stepping closer to her, purposely allowing his breath to tickle her exposed earlobe.
Biting her lip, shudders of excitement flooding her body, wanting to turn around and grab him, but knowing he wouldn't let her, Hermione answered, "You wanted me to…touch myself…to…" It was on her lips but she fell silent, almost feeling embarrassed, telling herself she shouldn't.
Pressing his cheek against the soft chestnut colored hair, allowing his lips to barely graze her ear, he whispered, "Say it, Hermione. I want to hear it."
Feeling his cheek against her hair and his breath caressing her ear, his hands crawled over hers on the sill and were gently squeezing, working their way up her arms when she answered, "You wanted me to…bring myself to climax…fantasizing about you."
He smiled then, closing what little distance there was between them, his body barely touching hers and whispered, "Yes that is what I wanted. So how did you complete the assignment?"
Inhaling deeply, fighting to concentrate, nearly overloaded from his touch and spicy scent, his hands sliding down from her shoulders to her waist, his body pressing harder against hers, his lips in contact with the exposed flesh of her ear, she answered, "I was lying in bed…and I began to…touch my breasts first…and then I slid my fingers…further down…and played…and probed…and it didn't…take long before…" She trailed off, closing her eyes and relaxing back against him, allowing herself to become entranced once again, knowing she would allow him to do whatever he wanted with her.
"Before excruciating pleasure tore through your body, briefly controlling it and claiming it for its own," he whispered, voice deep, purposely grazing his lips over her ear again, breathing heavier, his hands on her hips, pulling her to him, making sure she felt his want. "After you imagined my eyes scanning your body, what else did you imagine me doing?" His entire body throbbed in desire and realized his hands would soon start crawling over her.
"You…kissed me…passionately…fiercely," she answered in a whisper, sensing his hands slowly sliding in a "V" from her hips to the heat between her legs. "You touched me…everywhere…" Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers through her clothing. "…carried me to your bed…" Now they were moving in lazy circles, causing her muscles to tighten even more. "…covered my body with yours…" Her hands gripped the window sill as her eyes squeezed shut, his hardened member pushing against her, disrupting her thoughts as her head tilted to the side, revealing her neck, biting her lip when she felt his warm breath on the new flesh. She moaned quietly, forgetting she was talking, as his fingers continued their circles, pressing against her core, her legs shifting and moving, wishing he would slide under her skirt.
"Tell me more or I'll stop," he growled into her ear, letting his tongue trace a wet trail up her neck before following it with his lips, keeping his eyes shut, reveling in their closeness.
Groaning and fighting for breath, she tried to think of words, of what she had pictured. "You…were on top of me…kissing me again…" The circles of his fingers sped up slightly, her mouth opening in response but nothing coming out for a moment. "Um…you were touching me…sliding your hands over me…" His hips were barely moving now, grinding into her. "…you played with me…there…I felt your fingers inside me…oh god…please Severus…" Their hips swayed in gentle circles while his fingers sped up again, pressure increasing, causing more muscles to tighten and her to lose her breath, aware of his teeth nipping her neck.
"Please what?" he whispered into the hollow of her ear, wondering how in the world he was ever restraining himself from simply attacking her, realizing he hadn't been this turned on in months, maybe years, imagining ripping her clothes off and pressing her naked body to his bed, pushing inside her repeatedly.
She moaned again, body racked with pleasure, begging for release. "Please…I…it's…so close," she stammered, hips still grinding together, her hands hurting from the death grip she had on the sill in front of her, wanting him to take her over the edge, needing him to.
"You want me to pleasure you till your cries of passion echo throughout this room?" he purred, purposely lowering his voice, as she frantically nodded in agreement. "Put my hands where you want them and I will." With no hesitation, she grabbed the digits, sliding them under her skirt, down into her underwear, to the heat begging for satisfaction, her hands reaching back up and gripping the material of his coat below his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut, biting her lip still, quietly moaning, lost in her own world. He groaned as he slid his fingers into her wet heat, swirling and probing in her soft folds, feeling her body tighten and push against his, listening to her moans melt into whimpers, quickly finding the fleshy nub, circling and flicking back and forth with the tips of his fingers. From the way her body was twitching and the gasps slipping from her lips, he knew it was a matter of seconds, seconds that he was in control of. "You had to be quiet last night," he whispered. "But not now. No one can hear you but me…and I want to hear your pleasure…I want to hear what I'm causing you to feel…hold nothing back." She pulled down on his coat with unbridled force, body twisting slightly as she stiffened up before the explosion, her hips bucking against his fingers, crying out, sounding in pain but feeling pleasure, her moans filling the space around them. He groaned with his own desire, listening to her ecstasy, feeling her wiggling body against his, her cries making his hardness throb more, wishing he could push into her wetness but knowing now was not the time, refusing to treat her as she'd already been treated.
When he felt her relax, he withdrew his hands, fixed her clothing and listened as she panted, her body falling back against his as he held her. His cheek gently pressed against her soft hair as she rested her head back on his chest, arms over his around her waist, turning slightly towards his face. "Severus," she breathed heavily. "That was…oh wow."
Smiling he said, "I'm assuming that has not been done."
She laughed slightly and shook her head. "Not even close," she confirmed. "That was so…damn…I mean…"
"Shh," he whispered, squeezing her slightly. "Don't explain it, just savor it."
Minutes passed, each lost in their own world, neither moving from their embrace as the glow from the sun disappeared from sight, twilight coloring the sky instead. An intimate silence surrounded them, a growing intimacy that was somewhat foreign to both, as they stood entwined, breathing slow and steady.
"I think everyone will be returning from Hogsmeade," he said quietly. "You should also, to your dormitory."
Hermione turned around in his arms, hesitant of where to put her own hands, choosing to leave them at her sides, unsure if she should touch him or not. Questions flew through her mind but chose to ignore them for now, looking up into his eyes, somewhat surprised she was not embarrassed to face him after their recent action, and saw satisfaction in the black pools staring back at her. She was the one pleasured; why would he be satisfied? "What are you doing to me?" she whispered with a slight smile, shaking her head.
"I am your teacher, am I not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm teaching you."
"Teachers usually have a class," she pointed out, thinking again how she just wanted him to take her then and carry her to the bedroom to have his way with her.
"Sometimes a student needs extra…tutoring," he told her. "And being a Hogwarts teacher, I certainly can't hold anything back when a student needs a little extra…encouragement now can I?" Raising his hand, he allowed the back of his fingers to lightly run along her full lips, watching as they barely separated, her eyes closing and melting into his touch, wondering how soft her lips would feel against his, refusing to allow himself the decadence just yet. "Should I not continue this expansion of your education?" he whispered, imagining how it would feel to slip just one finger into her mouth and allow her tongue and lips to close around it in wetness, attempting to push the thought aside.
"Please continue," she breathed, sad when his fingers left her lips, still tingling from his touch. "And how many lessons are there?" Her eyes met his again, wanting to ask him so many questions, but not knowing where to start.
"As many as you need," he answered. "But you must go before your presence is missed. I do not need to remind you that our actions must stay between us and of the consequences that could befall us if they don't."
Reality closing around her, she said, "I wouldn't say anything. It's no one's business."
Stepping aside, he said, "Goodnight Hermione."
She smiled and walked out of the room and began her journey back to the common room, wondering where this would lead with him, wondering if they would consummate this fully, hoping that it would be soon as she didn't think her body could handle much more. She shook her head and laughed as she jogged down the stone steps, absolutely amazed with him and his talents. She just never would have thought he was capable of such…sexual prowess…as his every word and touch ignited an immediate fire deep within the hidden darkness of her very being, as if somehow he knew what was in the shadows, knew her passions better than she did. How would she sit in class and look at him with the same contempt as she had years previous, knowing this erotic side to him, knowing what he could do to her with mere words, much less actual touches? How would she hide her smile? Or hide her blush from knowing he'd touched her, caused her to cry out in pleasure she'd never known?
Hermione could do it. She knew she could. She was a Gryffindor after all.
Severus remained in his hidden chamber, becoming lost in his thoughts as he stared out into the darkness. He knew he was playing with fire but it was not the first time, not the first seventh year student he'd spent personal time with, and knew it wouldn't be the last. Dumbledore had found out about one of his past encounters but had only told him to be careful, having known Severus since he was young and knowing the student had not been coerced or lied to. It wasn't that he purposely searched out female students, but that he found himself in situations that escalated into physical expressions and didn't care to stop them. It had been about three years since the last, however, and his desire was growing out of control, as he'd never waited this long before taking them to his bedchamber to consummate their want. He'd have to hurry this along before it became too obvious in class, wondering how he'd look at her without undressing her with his eyes or without hearing her whimpers of pleasure when she spoke.
Well you've done it again, the voice hissed inside his head. So you figure it out.
A smile spread across his face as he realized it wasn't difficult to figure out at all. He wanted her, she wanted him, and he intended to see it to completion.