Well here it is, the latest chapter and it does get very racy again! But I know you lot love it anyway,so enjoy! Thanks again to everyone who reviews my story and tells me how much they like it, you are myinspiration to continue.
They appeared with a pop at the other end and as Hermione began to take in her new surroundings she couldn't help feeling disappointed. They were standing in a very ordinary looking country lane, bordered on one side by a short hedge with fields beyond and on the other with dense woodland - there was no house in sight. She then looked at Severus who had walked away down the lane a little and was feeling along the tree-lined side as if looking for something. She was about to ask him what he was doing when he suddenly stopped and got out his wand. He held it up and pointed it at an impenetrable looking patch of brambles and tree branches, then after about two seconds a doorway appeared. Severus smiled and indicated that she should follow him and they both went through.
Once on the other side everything was very different. They were now standing on a pathway that led through very pretty open woodland – not dense and dark like on the other side. There were colourful flowers growing all along the edges of the path and there was the soft, rushing sound of the trees swaying in a gentle breeze. Dappled evening sunlight filtered through the leaves and danced on the ground, catching the faces of magical creatures flitting in and out of sight. She was immediately enchanted and couldn't wait to see what lay at the end.
They walked on and suddenly there it was – the house.
It looked so old that it was as though the Earth was trying to take it back to nature. Ivy and other creepers grew all over the walls and the branches from large trees swept over the roof. Hermione thought it was about the loveliest house she had ever seen and her stomach leapt with excitement. It was like something out of a fairy tale and had a sort of faded grandeur that only added to its charm. They walked up to the large wooden front door and with a swipe of Severus's wand it was open. Hermione peered inside curiously.
"Well, what do think of the old place?" Severus queried at last, smiling.
With the need for their previous cautiousness now gone, Hermione suddenly leapt into her lover's arms and gripped him very tightly.
"Oh, it's wonderful!" She whispered happily
"I'm glad you approve.." Severus replied, trying to prise her away from his neck a little.
She stepped back, looking at him and smiled. He smiled back.
Hermione felt awash with excitement and she began jiggling up and down
"Ooh, I can't believe it! This isn't just a dream is it? We are going to have this place to ourselves for a whole week?" She asked.
Severus nodded
"Oh! I can't wait to have a look around!"
She walked into the large entrance hall and gazed around in wonderment. There was a beautiful carved wooden staircase, lots of very lively paintings and wall-hangings – mostly with Witches and Wizards doing either heroic, erotic or horrible things to each other and cabinets full of weird and wonderful objects.
"Were would you like to start?" Severus asked, following her in.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips in a seemingly innocent expression of deep thought. Then her face changed and she replied with a naughty smile
"How about the bedroom?"
"Perfect!" Severus replied, catching her meaning and hand in hand they began to race up the stairs, but were stopped midway by a rather creaky little voice behind them
"Will there be anything you'll be wanting Sir, " it said, with a rather sarcastic emphasis on the 'Sir'.
Severus rolled his eyes and sighed, while Hermione jumped and looked round curiously.
There at the bottom of the stairs, stood an ancient looking house elf, with a strange shock of white hair down the centre of his head, thin bandy legs and one hand on a gnarled old walking stick. The creature's large eyes were darting expectantly between Severus and herself, while he waited for an answer.
"No, nothing for the moment Stinky, we won't be needing you this evening and can you please stay in the kitchen tonight – none of your usual creeping around please!"
Hermione gave Severus a look, the kind of look she gave when she really disapproved of something and couldn't, for the moment, find the right words to express it.
Severus returned this look with the resigned one of someone awaiting an ear-bashing. He knew all about S.P.E.W. But then he got in first.
"Before you say anything, as I'm sure you fully intend to do - he came with the house. My friend inherited him. He's so old that he has neither the will or the where-with-all to be, or go anywhere else. He's perfectly happy – aren't you stinky?"
"Yes Sir!" Stinky replied, fairly convincingly, but in that same sarcastic tone.
"Isn't it a bit cruel calling him 'Stinky' though?" she persisted, her need for justice in the house-elf world, for the moment, offsetting certain needs of her own.
"That's just his name, if you stand down-wind from him you'll understand why!" Severus argued, shrugging, "Now – are you coming?" And he went to continue up the stairs.
Hermione was, for a few moments, conflicted, but then she rolled her eyes in resignation – this time she was letting it go. She didn't want to spoil things by getting into an argument now.
They got to the top of the stairs and Severus pointed
"That is ours at the end – I think you will like it." He said, indicating a door, four doors down from where they were standing. It was reached, by a long corridor with large draped windows all along one side, through which shafts of orange light from the now setting sun drifted lazily in.
Hermione was happily admiring the view of the garden through the windows as they walked, but when she passed the door next but one to theirs, she felt an all-encompassing cold suddenlytake over her whole body and she shivered uncontrollably.
The door was also giving off a strong magical aura, as if there was a powerful spell surrounding it.
She examined it closely, wondering what could be behind it.
Severus noticed her curiosity and explained
"It's haunted – by very angry spirits, there is a protective spell on the door to prevent them from escaping, so no one ever goes in there now. It is best just left alone - do not let your curiosity get the better of you – keep away!" He warned, putting his handon her back to guide her away.
"Why is it so cold?" she asked, looking back and hugging her self as they continued to walk along. She was, of course, used to ghosts, but this was something different, she suddenly felt very uneasy.
He looked a little shifty
"Something bad happened in there, a long time ago..there was a murder.." he answered with an edge of irritation to his voice, obviously not wanting to elaborate.
Hermione shuddered and this time not just from the cold. She knew that Severus wasn't just trying to scare her, because by his tone and demeanor she knew he was serious. She wanted to ask more questions, but she thought better of it for now.
Their room was as lovely as she had hoped with a large four poster draped in white and curtains to match, but she was a little shocked at the sight of the wall hangings, which were even more pornographic than the ones in the hall. A tangle of bodies were rolling in and out of one another's frames and borders in a variety of different positions and she felt rather voyeuristic looking at them. She needn't have worried, though, as the people in them seemed far too interested in them-selves and each other to notice her.
When Severus suddenly drawled the words "Do they turn you on?" it brought Hermione out of her reverie with a jump.
His mood and demeanor now seemed back the way they were before.
She blushed violently, although what he said was true, she brushed off this suggestion – she felt sure that she should just be seeing the paintings as art and not pornography.
"Oh no it's err.. it's just that I've never seen anything quite like this before –they're a bit err..well, vivid that's all aren't they?..They're certainly not something you'd see on the walls at Hogwarts!" She joked
He looked at her curiously for a moment, then smirked and walked over to stand behind her.
"Indeed.." He answered, rather inconclusively, pulling her hair back away from her neck.
With one hand holding her hair out of the way and the other coming to rest under her chin, he began to kiss her neck softly, working his way from the nape towards the area just under her ear – Hermione's favourite place.
She felt a tickling sensation in her belly as his lips brushed the sensitive skin and she shivered with pleasure.
But when he suddenly gripped her head tightly, holding it immobile, while his other hand gripped round her waist, a streak of shock and fear immediately swept through her. What is he doing?
"I've got you now, haven't I my angel..?" He whispered harshly - his mouth right next to her ear. "No-one knows you're here and I can do whatever I like, because no-one can hear you scream.." His tone was so cold and threatening it made Hermione stiffen and try to pull away. At first he didn't let her go, but she struggled so much that he at last released his grasp and she jumped round to face him.
Instinctively, she went to reach for her wand, but then soon relaxed when she saw his mocking expression
"Don't worry my angel, I was just teasing!" he assured her, chuckling lightly under his breath "It just goes to prove that you are still a little bit afraid of me - aren't you?" he asked in a rather provokingly, patronising tone.
Hermione frowned - she wanted to swear and strike out at him for frightening her, but that would only be admittance that she'd believed he was serious in the first place. As Hermione hated to be fooled or proved wrong she bluffed her way out of it
"Of course not! I knew you were only joking! I trust you completely – you know that!" She scoffed, laughingly - but in reality she was quite shaken
Severus looked at her with a surreptitious smile on his face and moved closer.
"I always find that a little fear can be a good thing – especially in magical people like us – as it sharpens the senses to a much higher level. Thus preparing them wonderfully well for the intense experience that pleasure - or pain can bring" He related, in the soft, deep tones that Hermione loved andpicking up a strand of her hair, hewound it slowly round his fingers. "Not knowing what to expect, or how much you can really trust someone..makes things that much more.. interesting – don't you think?" he continued, letting the strand go.
Then he undid the clasp of her robe, letting it fall to the ground and moved in to hold her to tightly against him.
She knew he was toying with her, but part of her loved it, it was exciting – even though it made her nervous.
"I can handle you, anyway!" She goaded boastfully, as he leaned forward to kiss her lips. He made an unbelieving noise in his throat in reply.
Hermione was a little indignant then and pulled away
"Huh! Remember that time I tied you up? Or that time (she began to giggle)..that time I tied your shoelaces together when Professor Flitwick came to see you about his pile potion?" she reminded him
He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips at her - then grinned.
"And remember what I did to punish you for that?" He asked
But before she could answer, Hermione felt her self suddenly flung through the air and onto the bed - face first. She knew immediately what he was about to do and laughingly tried to turn over, but she had no chance against his superior strength and weight. He began to spank her – just as he had done after the aforementioned incident and Hermione both squealed and laughed at the same time, trying very hard to wriggle out of his grasp. She didn't stand much of a chance however - he was just too strong, so instead, after somehow managing to get her wand out of her pocket and point it at him, she said a spell under her breath. The spell hit its target and Severus was thrown back quite forcefully, allowing her to escape.
Giggling she scrambled to the edge of the bed, but before she could stand, she felt his hands grabbing her ankles and pulling her back – but much more gently this time.
Still giggling she allowed him to do so; she wanted to see the irritation on his face at having been beaten, but he seemed to have lost interest in that game now, instead, he was staring at her predatorily and began creeping slowly towards her.
She felt a sudden flash of nervous anticipation as he reached her, sliding himself up her body until their heads were level. He leaned down to kiss her and even though she now felt a little tense, she returned his kiss with great enthusiasm; she had already been feeling turned on and their previous playful antics had made her even more amorous.
As theirkiss became more passionate, Severus's hands wandered down to her breasts and massaged them with deft fingers, moving toslowly undo the buttons of her shirt, which she then took off. She did the same for him and eagerly reached out to feel the warmth of his firm chest, beneath her fingers, with it's sexy sprinkling of hair.
They continued undressing each other, until they were both naked.
"You're so beautiful.." he murmured, as he kissed her breasts hungrily, "I cannot stop thinking of you when we are apart.. every waking hour..even in my sleep. I can hardly believe that you are mine!" he continued in between kisses.
"I think about you too.. I hate not being with you." Hermione replied earnestly, running her fingers through his hair "I wish we could just stay here forever!" she sighed wistfully.
She closed her eyes and gasped as he sucked her nipples, which were very sensitive and hardened at the slightest touch. Next he moved down to her already parted legs and she - smiling with the anticipation of what was to come - let them fall apart even wider. He began by stroking the inside of her thighs with the tip of his tongue,then on, past the dark curls to the silky pink folds that lay between. He began stimulate her there expertly - getting as much pleasure out of doing it as she did out of receiving it.
Using the fingers on one hand to hold her in the right position, he used the fingers on the other to stimulate her vagina while he worked. Hermione felt completely relaxed now, enjoying the sensations flowing through her and did not react, even when he took his fingers out of her vagina to stroke lower down.
But when she felt him trying to work his way gently inside, her eyes shot open and she leant up on her elbows.
She had, had a bad experience with this with Ron; he had been a little over-amorous once and had hurt her, so she hadn't allowed him near it again.
"Severus, I'm not sure.." She wavered nervously
Hearing the tension in her voice, he stopped what he was doing and looked up.
"Trust me... I won't hurt you, I'll stop whenever you want..but if you let me continue..I promise you will like what it does for you" he assured her, in a soft whispery voice that made her tummy flutter
"Okay" She answered uncertainly
She did trust him and if he said it would make her feel good she believed him, after all he always seemed to know what he was doing and had never failed to give her pleasure before.
Hermione lay back down, trying her best to relax as he worked one finger inside her while continuing above with his tongue. After a while she began to see why he was doing it, she was starting to get really turned on by it - not least because it seemed so naughty, but that it felt really good too, even though it was still a little painful. When she felt the familiar tightening in the pit of her belly, telling her she was close to orgasm, she closed her eyes to let her imagination run wild as usual, but then she opened them again when she remembered the wall hangings. An orgy was in full swing, stretching across the whole of the walls and she watched it unabashed now. She heard several women crying out in ecstasy and she decided to join in and try it for her self. It seemed so strange to be able to make noises during sex, completely without inhibition, as previously it had never been possible to do anything louder than a whimper – lest she be overheard. Up here though, as he had said – no one was going to hear them – apart the house elf and he wouldn't take any notice. She gradually allowed her voice to get louder and louder, as she felt closerto orgasm. When it did happen, she was so shocked at how powerful it was, she almost screamed in ecstacy. For a few seconds she was completely immobilised, then her legs began to shake as the blood pumped into her lower regions. He quickly moved on top of her as she continued to moan quietly.
"You liked that didn't you..I told you, you would..but now it's my turn!" He drawled and when she felt him slide his erection gently inside her, she was still so turned on, she soon came again.
All she could do was moan and pant wearily - she felt as weak as a kitten. He began thrusting quite hard, but she liked it and brought her pelvis up as far as she could to meet him, now and then, allowing him deeper penetration.
She had no idea of time passing as he pumped away and just lay there feeling deliciously powerless against this very sexy man. With a gasping moan, he eventually stopped and she felt the pulse of his own orgasm, pumping inside her. He flopped forward and buried his face in her neck with a satisfied sigh and stayed there for a few minutes, then he withdrew, rolled off and lay back. Hermione still felt incredibly sensuous after her double orgasm and slithered around on the soft sheets of the bed luxuriantly.
Severus leant up on his elbow and after looking her up and down, smirked conspiratorially
"If it wasn't for Stinky, I think I'd burn all your clothes and keep you naked all the time!" He mused, stroking all the way down the centre of her chest, then up again to gently cup her breasts
"You dirty, dirty man!" Hermione giggled drowsily - she suddenly felt very sleepy.
"Are you hungry?" he asked after they had lain there for a while.
Hermione moaned uncertainly, but now he came to mention it, she was a bit and nodded.
"I'll send for some food.."
"What - from Stinky? Hermione asked incredulously, prying her eyes open to stare at him
"Who else?"
"It's just that…well he doesn't seem to like you very much! Erm.. can he cook?"
"Of course – he's a house-elf isn't he? Don't worry, he won't poison us – he's been obliged by his master to serve me unquestioningly while I'm here - whether he likes it or not. Besides he is far too proud of his status to do anything below standard"
Hermione looked unconvinced, but she was hungry.
"Maybe just a sandwich or something" she ventured at last "and a drink"
Severus nodded and rang a bell-cord, then slipped on his black dressing gown, which had been slung over the end of the bed.
Not very much later they sat on the bed eating in near silence from the tray of sandwiches and drinks that Stinky had brought them. Hermione's mind was whirring away, while she munched in deep thought about what could have happened in that room two doors down. It was only after they had eaten and were sitting sipping on the wine that Severus had also asked for, that Hermione at last summoned up the courage to ask about it.
He sighed before answering, taking a sip from his glass.
"It was all a long time ago.." He mused looking down "a couple stayed here after a dinner party one weekend. The husband was a very jealous man, and his wife was very beautiful and charming. He had suspected her of cheating on him for some time and would not listen to her denials. The whole house heard their raised voices, but could not get into the room; a very powerful spell prevented them. When they heard her terrible scream, then silence, they knew he had killed her. By the time they did manage to break into the room he was dead too - by his own hand."
"Oh, that's so awful!" Hermione replied, imagining the events unfold in her mind and feeling an immense sadness wash over her
"You see, love can drive men to insanity sometimes. All logical thought can be driven out - reason becomes a distant memory." He looked away then
Hermione had never seen him look so thoughtful; she reached out a hand and stroked his hair from his face
"Have you ever been in love Severus – I mean before me?"
"Once – a long time ago" he said quietly, looking intently into his glass, then taking a sip.
She decided to leave it at that, being nervous enough asking the question.
"Why didn't he believe her, when she told him she was faithful? Maybe she was lying" She mused
"He was insecure I suppose, I don't know, but the big difference between him and me is that I always know if my lovers have been faithful – I can read their thoughts after all." He answered, leaning forward and putting a hand on one side of her head.
She gulped a little guiltily as she suddenly remembered the recent episode with Fred.
He looked at her for a time and she knew he was in her head, even though it was only gentle probing.
"Do you love me Severus? She said as much to distract him as anything else.
He lifted his hand away, slowly
"I want you, I need you and I want no other to touch you - if that is love, then yes ... I do" he replied awkwardly - as if saying those words was extremely difficult for him
"Oh Severus you are so funny, I know you don't like discussing your past or your feelings much, but I see a lot of pain behind those dark eyes of yours. Maybe one day you will trust me enough to tell me more about your self"
He said nothing and only looked down, with an expression of unease, then kissed her softly and turning her roundto snuggle into her back, his arm around her belly and his face into her neck – holding her even more tightly than usual.
Hermione went to sleep that night feeling happy, but still with that nagging little doubt of how he really felt.