Chapter 3

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All right, this is the grand finale! All applicable warnings apply, and forgive us for a very 'pun-y' ending 😅 - Hope you enjoy, and let us know what you think! And remember, if you haven't, to check out our main ongoing fic - which will be updated this week, we promise. Happy new year!

~ Kristina & Abby


A Sorted Problem

"Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained." – William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell


Chapter 3

"Fuck, fuck, fuck… " the Potions Master cursed under his breath at her pelvis' treacherous pirouettes back and forth against his length. He might as well be inside of her how covered in her weeping folds he was, and that – very certainly – was precisely where she was trying to coax him to be.

And so, realising with the smallest of aches of regret that their foreplay was officially over, Severus inhaled sharply as his hand directed his head down her slit until it found her elastic entrance. He paused, pushing only the very tip of himself inside of her fully.

"Now that's speaking like a Salazar student, MIss Granger . And. Since. You. Insist… ." he grunted out before plunging his entire length into her until his cock's point felt the spongy flesh of her cervix against his head.

He thus emitted a primitive moan of carnal satisfaction as his hands found refuge on her hips and he pressed their broad digits into her goose-pimpled skin as his pelvis rotated in slow, clockwise circles.

"Fuck, Her– Miss Granger – you're tighter than a bloody socket wrench…"

All of her breath escaped her in a loud, drawn out groan of both shock and relief, taking the higher harmony, as it were, with his own expulsion, with an airy, gasping curse for a finale.

"Ohh finally ," she whimpered, despite the almost painful edge to the pressure. She merely rolled her hips slightly until she found a more appeasing angle to distribute her weight and let out an indulgent sigh, thankful that the surface was at a convenient height. She had a feeling he was going to be keeping this desk around for the foreseeable future.

"Quite… impressive yourself," she managed, trying to catch her breath while she still could.

"I suppose it would be rather… ironic ….if my cock didn't live up….to our mascot in some fashion…. Though, at the risk –" he bucked into her even further, if it were even probable though it certainly felt like he was more sheathed.

"- of being rather….cringey….I do think my head – fuck – much….prefers…. this house…" Severus managed to grit out between winces of suctioned pleasure and slight pain as she settled round him and he began to open her up to his length and width with more ease as he continued to gyrate his hips in a circle. As he did so his right hand came to her shoulder and tilted her up, angling her so that her back curved like an 'S – how apropos – sanctioning him to bury himself more deeply inside of her, and most vitally, now, granting him access to her perking breasts.

"May I…?" he muttered prudently though his tone was coated with recondite meaning as the hand that was still guarding her hip probed into her skin keenly as he began to pull out of her shrewdly.

So distracted from his prior determination to spear her as deeply with his cock as humanly fucking possible, it took her a moment to comprehend his question. Though conveniently, with her back arched at such an angle, the already strained buttons of her blouse had apparently begun to pop on their own – unsurprising, it was the genuine article from many years past, and despite any transfiguration she may have subjected it to, had seen much better days. So she brought her free hand – unencumbered by the responsibility of balancing her weight – to her chest and put the buttons that were still standing out of their misery with a soft, gracious yank.

"Oh, I think they insist," she gasped almost in jest, given their clear yearning to escape their confines.

Despite the fervid portending of the 'release' of her chest's treasures, Severus' hand 'introduced' itself to his wife's nearest bundle with an urbane squeeze before his meaty thumb and forefinger ran her taut nipple between their hug. His cock jerked upwards within her and he had to actively bite back a somewhat shameful chuckle. He really was an esurient beast, wasn't he? Bloody bugger had gone decades without attention, more or less, and now suddenly, give him a week off – not even! – and he bloody applauded at the most 'schoolboy' of promiscuities. Oy, he really was going to have to try to hold out, or, speed her up, for this first lap. Most certainly for what he was going to do with her later was – potentially – one of the most arousing things he'd ever dreamt up.

"Right, Miss Granger…. As my cock test's your cunt's endurance…. Why don't you allow your unfinished essay to test my mind's?" he finally managed to spit out, though the sporadic bursts of swallowed soughs were hardly helpful to his 'ever-aloof' persona.

"Ohh, fuck me," she cursed with instinctive frustration, her usually erudite brain drawing an utter blank for a moment in the face of trying to function when almost all of her blood flow had shot south long before his cock had even been thrust into the equation. Her lips parted in an initial effort to respond but only a soft moan erupted as he shifted behind her and the lightly calloused pad of his thumb brushed her nipple again. Son of a bitch.

"Well...that depends, where was I?" She challenged back stubbornly, seeing if even he could remember.

Severus bore the wooden, worn soles of his favourite cobbled, leather shoes into the floor – one of his staples of his own 'uniform', might it be noted – as he withdrew his member nearly all the way out of her before his hips pushed with pronounced momentum forwards and he skewered her around him once again. A low hiss of thanksgiving retreated from his diaphragm as her damp warmth swaddled him once again. This time, however, upon doing so, he began to steadily collect a bit of pace and rhythm – he was not about to escape her temple for long.

No, indeed.

"I'm not…entirely sure… Miss Granger…as I was…busy…myself," he pounded into her roughly, "But, is it not….your duty….as the pupil….and one who is serving the detention, as well….to keep her bloody….head…..focused….on the…deed to be…done? Especially, as it…was…at your….request."

Hard as it was to focus with gasps being pummelled out of her every few moments, Hermione could, at the very least, recall the subject she had been previously writing about. The parchment, from what she could tell, had been knocked to the floor, but at least some of her lust-addled thoughts were still rattling around in her head, even as it lulled in time with his rhythm.

"Mmm, uhmm, well we've established… cleverness and resourcefulness, surely. Cunning I think should be rather….obvious. Noting the practice of blackmailing….shoddy journalists while... perhaps holding them hostage in a jar ….notwithstanding. You… Oh Gods… don't actually think the whole underground... Defence Against the Dark Arts ….classes were Harry's idea …. do you? Much less hexing whoever – fuck… snitched. Draco stole his... entire wannabe-death-eater - communicating-through-protean-coins …. business from... me."

At that point her voice, despite its rather stubborn tone, had begun to lose its richness entirely, climbing in pitch and expelling more air than sound by the end of her attempted reply. Her back arched and her toes were beginning to curl, upsetting her balance and throwing her even further back against him, jolting her closer to oblivion with another keening moan.

Momentarily startled by her overwhelming reception, Severus was left to wonder if it had been more than five days since they'd properly had one another, or if she was just being a bit coquettish with her display. But no, he'd memorised and etched her omnifarious, telltale signs of orgasm into the journal of his mind for months on end by this time. She – as far as he knew – had never feigned anything with him; so, why on earth would she start now? And no amount of 'theatrics' could have wooed the warm gathering of pleats between her thighs to be as droukit as they had been at first, and let alone now.

Therefore, with his momentary lapse of judgement on behalf of his ever-employed title as Prime Minister of 'Insecurity', Severus, instead, took the compliment with smug reins as his hand at her right breast retreated to fondle its sister briefly before coming up their valley to wrap around her neck in a punctilious chokehold. Her petite frame – almost entirely held aloft by her weight around his cock and, perhaps, the length of her toes – pressed into his clothed chest as he steadied them into his frenzied rhythm. A tempest soon began to build and whirl in his centre core that no Poseidon nor Prospero could dare presume to create.

"Time for a…. mid-test….pop…. quiz, " he moaned into her ear, his hips bucking upwards and forwards as his left hand trailed its way from her hip, down her Venus 'V', raking through her soft pubic hair until he swiftly located her engorged nub. He grinned raffishly to himself as he heard her breath hitch at the direct contact before proceeding to massage it in rapid, yet fragmented, intervals as he continued -

"Do you… prefer…. to spit or to…swallow? And… I do mean…for….both 'mouths'….Miss Granger. And, most… importantly…. I only desire your….answer….in regards to your… (hopeful) new Head of… House."

He'd set her up to pay homage to that particular kink of his, but he also cherished just how much she enjoyed it as well. So, really, it was for them both , no? He contemplated momentarily before scraping his lower, semi-crooked front set of teeth up the side of her neck as his roman nose flattened itself against her temple just as his lips landed on the upper curve of ear and nipped at it cannily.

Hermione was freefalling into climax before she could even fully process his words, much less respond, her jaw laxed, her lips parted, and her eyes flared wide only to flutter and begin to roll back into her head as shudders shot through her with almost unexpected intensity.

She cried out in a startled rasp only to trail off into a deliberate hiss in a feckless effort to manage her exuberance, the many tangled threads of sensation all sending shockwaves to her centre. Because despite what had to be his own impatience, his thrusts failed to steady their pace, regardless of the obviousness of her euphoria, and the no doubt tangible force with which she'd clamped down upon his cock. Indeed, if anything, it almost seemed as if he had picked up speed, which only caused the overwhelming sensation to linger that much longer, doubling back on itself and reigniting her nerves. Still, ever tenacious, she made an attempt at forming words, though Hermes help her if her message wasn't decipherable amidst her blind efforts to catch her breath.

"More of a… swallower… myself. Do loathe…to waste," she managed to articulate in more of a moan than a true cadence of speech.

If the clinching of her walls didn't send him over the edge into oblivion, then the combination of her words with it surely did. No matter the number of times she had thus pandered, enthusiastically, to his reticent cum-kink — clearly territorial and indicative of his possessive nature — hearing her talk so in the tail end of fucking her senseless, never failed to coax his balls to tighten and his cock to rear up in sudden release. And such was surely the case now. With the additives of the other ingredients of the day, being those of their self-elected celibacy for the past five days, her choice of wardrobe, and her extremely clever role-play narrative, it was no wonder that Severus' cock was at the mercy of her cunt.

Issuing a series of breathy "Ah's" folded with curses, he bucked into her a final time before erupting his seed into her vestibule with a force that felt as momentous as their first time. (Though, it should be recorded that every time with her surely felt that way. They simply managed to, progressively, eclipse one another as their frequencies of fornications continued.)

"Very much…the Slytherin… answer…." he panted into the air, his head falling backwards as he fought to catch his breath and steady the beating of his heart.

He was still very much inside of her, however, her body firmly pinned against his own, and as horribly sick-inducing a colloquialism as it was, he truly never felt so at ease with himself, and entire as when she was so close a part of him, and he her. Coming out of his moment of sentiment, Severus considered that it was likely time to bestow her with a bit of extolling 'endorsement', and did so by endowing her throat with a slight squeeze of ovation before letting it drop errantly to her nearest hip.

As soon as his hand fled her torso, her weight plunged slightly with it, bracing her hands back on the desk with a leisurely purr of approval, pausing to try and breathe for a moment before bothering to employ her voice.

"Fuck… sounds about right," Hermione managed to murmur with a breathy edge of laughter to her tone.

Her hips shifted lightly in his grasp, though the act of doing so hastily found her catching her breath in her throat once more as he continued to be immersed in her core to the hilt, both literally and figuratively. And, despite clearly reaching his peak with gusto, there was little softening of any kind happening. Not wholly unusual for him, but after putting his cock through that , she presumed even he might need a breather.

"Did I pass, Professor?" she couldn't help but ask, her head turning to catch his eye playfully as she anxiously awaited to hear her next turn of fate.

Severus bit his lip in surreptitious amusement as he observed her settling insufflation and the slackening of her pelvic walls around his still-erect member, not to mention her little verbal inquest.

"That pre -final one, yes, Miss Granger you did. Though we have the last trial to commence, however….." he husked as his fingers curled into her hips and he slowly pulled out of her, a web-like trail of his seed attaching itself to his tip as if the milky glaze were subtly encouraging its return, which he was decidedly about to grant.

His eyes cast down to relish in it for a moment before, suddenly he flipped her around to face him. Seeing no sign of protest, he then scooped her up from the back of her thighs, deposited her on the desk – this time on her back – before finally tugging her thighs flush against his chest and tossing her ankles to his shoulders. Thus opened for him, he could get an ever vaster exploration of her 'cavern' and, hopefully given his next intentions, beat her to climax.

"Oh," Hermione giggled in faux-scandalised amusement at the turnabout, allowing him to tip her back atop of the desk with only an incredulous quirk of her brow in scrutiny and a decidedly eager shifting of her weight against the higher altitude surface as he bent her double. Her legs, at least, were relieved to be out of commission for the moment.

"Well, I'm all for extra credit…" she replied, her tone still languid and throaty from previous exertion.

"Oh, do be assured, Miss Granger, the entire bloody school is more than aware of that facility of yours," Severus commented in scathing badgering as his right hand locked around his length and he echoed his previous habit of running his distended crown up her cum-covered slit.

He dragged a dollop of his seed that had just seeped out from her with a satisfying trail towards her farther-removed clit and gave it a healthy coating. His eyes darted to hers as he waited to study her reaction with a raising of his left brow.

Hermione's body jerked viscerally, her hips flexing in response to the coy contact with the still-sensitive bundle of nerves. Though upon seeing his expectant look, she attended him with growing, if mostly teasing suspicion. For the evening deliberately starting out with her putting him at an unexpected disadvantage, he apparently had some very specific plans already brewing….

"So I enjoy success? Surely that's merely a side effect of ambition… " she teased back with an echoing arch of her own brow.

Inhaling sharply at her thrust, which caused a considerable amount of trituration against his messied tip, Severus found himself grinding his teeth as he coaxed out the last remains of his reserve of self-government. He was going to fuck her until she was overflowing, and then, and only then, would he see just how 'ambitious' a thing she was.

"You do have a proper point with that regard, Miss Granger. I'd also add our cousin trait of pride to the equation, as well. But for now, we'll let you have that one, you've been a very good girl so far. However, I feel I've failed you in one regard as your current standard for Slytherin conduct…"

"And what would that be?" Hermione pressed snarkily, her brows furrowing in mostly showy incredulity. Though despite her bravado, her fists clenched at her side in preparation. She may not know exactly what he was up to, but she certainly knew to expect something .

Severus flashed her a soft scowl as he ran his cock down her sticky folds before halting the very end of it at her welcoming door. This time, choosing to forgo any initial insertion, save a miniscule amount for the insurance of aim's sake.

"Well, I would readily add the attribute of an inclination for surfeit to the list would you not agree?"

Despite being fully satisfied not five minutes prior, how very close he was to filling her once more and yet how stock still he remained, had her fighting not to writhe in hopes of urging him on. In fact she could probably rock her hips and draw him in through sheer impatience - and excessive lubrication - alone. Though that was precisely what he wanted her to do. In fact, she would wager he was waiting for it, particularly after that remark. So instead, she tensed and stilled, looking up at him with chiefly calm expectation.

"Are you insinuating that I'm greedy, Professor?"

"Mm, not quite. I'm insinuating that I am. And that, therefore it is a fellow principle a want-to-be Slytherin should not only pursue, but actively practise," he paused as his hips shifted side to side as he readied himself for the plunge, his trousers fighting to remain afloat as he did so. "However, I'm currently being prodigiously literal. You see, to borrow from one of the many Muggle religious texts, taking some liberties of course, your "cup" has yet to fully "runneth over", Miss Granger. And I do believe my reservoir of "wine" has been restocked and is more than willing to top you up…

Her brow wagged faintly at his enthusiasm, but she was far too preoccupied to actually question it. Perhaps taking a 'sabbatical' from constant shagging was simply more beneficial than she had initially realised.

Her legs tensed, placing pressure on his shoulders in obvious encouragement before shifting against him as much as she was presently able. His dark taunting executing its intended job of making her clit throb once more.

"Well, then do get on with it, and appease both our greed?" She pressed, not quite on the edge of demanding, but wholly not too far from it, either.

Snape chuckled to himself as it would be a bit of time before her appetite would be fully sated once more, though did proceed to jerk his pelvis forwards and into her consenting cunt in one aggressive thrust.

"Fuckkk," he hissed through his teeth, his face contorting as he felt his own 'lubrication' wash his member within her. A delectable image that more than played servant to his predominant kink.

"Ohhh gods," she dragged out in a gasp, exhaling in something close to a whistle as she had to grow accustomed to the new, and far sharper angle. Her lungs struggled to take in enough air and the tension on her abdomen made the depth of his penetration just that much more pronounced and inescapable. Merlin forbid if he'd leant further over her.

" Much...better ."

"I concur, Miss Granger, wholeheartedly," Severus murmured as his hips began to pump in and out of her at a slow, but increasing rate. He made sure that every other drive or so went as extensively as could be allowed, hitting her spongy bit of tissue off and on as he did so.

"That… alright…?" he asked for his own consolation, as well as towards her care, of course, as he knew, at certain times striking her there could be somewhat uncomfortable given the degree of fervency from a prior romp or her monthly cycle.

Hermione hissed at one of his deeper thrusts, though it was swiftly followed by a vocal moan of encouragement, her left hand giving up it's death-grip on the desk and extending to entangle in the open collar of his shirt in quick, nonverbal response.

" Perfectly... all right," she finally managed to articulate, her back arching though she was stopped short of actually gaining any leverage by her scrunched position, causing her to curse gruffly under her breath.

He granted her a petite smile of affection though kept its tenure swift as they were at the tail end of their play and still had the last, dramatic scene to perform. Good , as long as she was content physically he would be more than keen to proceed full throttle.

"Excellent, ten points from Gryffindor then," Severus winked in backwards salute.

He then righted his form to stand tall, gripping the fronts of her thighs securely before shifting his hips back for a moment to then push them forwards as he began to pound into her over and over and over , his face scrunching in severe concentration whilst his brows knitting together more acutely than seemed at all viable.

Hermione was forced to relinquish her hold on his shirt once he'd straightened, rather regrettably, too might she add. Though, it was likely for the best as she needed both hands to anchor herself as he pounded her both into, and almost off of the desk's surface, had he not been keeping an equally strong grip on her thighs.

"You always did... get off...on taking house points, Professor" she attempted to jest, but each time he entered her, her lungs emptied in stark pants, punctuating her words with uneven exaltations.

"One…of…the few… pleasures …I….had…whilst there. Now then…" he paused his speech to pinwheel his hips anticlockwise only to jerk himself out and pummel into her with renewed fervour. So much so, that this time the veracity alone transformed the formerly coyish sound of his balls slapping against her arse into a cacophonous-like roar as it ricocheted off of the damp stone walls, "do… please … cease…your prattling… your Professor…. is trying to… focus."

Whatever Hermione might have volleyed back utterly vanished out of her very jostled head as his speed and force increased once again. All she could let emit was a high-pitched series of curses as she, too, tried desperately to 'focus' . For whilst the inevitable force of impending climax was definitely present – even increasing in voracity, the continued slamming was beginning to have an almost numbing effect on her nerve endings, and that was hardly an efficient means to an end.

And so in an effort to try and combat his almost desperately, erratic sallies, Hermione smartly spread her thighs even further than they had been asked to split already as she lifted her hips higher off of the desk. All of this was done in an effort to get him to hit something, anything, that would force her over the precipice and into Nirvana's hands. Aside from his taunting swivel, however, he seemed rather determined to keep a steady aim, and she was left to only whimper in the face of an unequally, and infuriatingly, steadier climb.

Severus knew full well that his wife was, by now, well into the genesis of suspicion with regards to his foreign lack of attentiveness towards her. For, if anyone knew Severus Snape and his ideology of tending to those he loved first, and beyond foremost – in bed as well as any other construct of life – it was Hermione. Indeed, by now he'd have slipped a hand between them to assuage her gibbous nub once more – or, at least, would have instructed her to do so herself as he surveyed the skeptical with lewd delight.

But neither of those things – nor any other such oversighted solutions – did the man do. No, instead, he urged forth through the battle of self-confliction over that whim, and rammed into her as swiftly and as dynamically as he could until he, inevitably, felt the familiar kiss of Aphrodite's waters begin to wash over him for the second time that day.

"Shite…I'm…coming…. fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk… "

Just as she was finally at the point where she was surely about to burst herself, his belabouring slowed, and grew ragged, as he began to pulse within her tensing walls. She too, expelled an outcry at the sensation, though it was trimmed with a soft growl of frustration. For even as a shiver shot through her, and her inner muscles gave a threatening quiver , she had yet to manage to come around his cock a second time. Even flexing around him of her own volition, though certainly effective , still fell short of providing a fully functional service, save causing her to pant with more gusto due to the effort.

"Certainly...embodied the 'greed', Professor," she taunted, her breathing still laboured. Granted, she seriously doubted there was anything unintentional about what he'd just done – there hardly ever was when he came to being a dreadful tease, in his case, but that didn't mean she'd let him get away with it. At least not without protest .

Severus' chest, whose shirt clung to its skin as it was so damp with perspiration from his valiant efforts and second climax, sequentially began to ease and find a consistent rhythm as his main artery regained traction of its blood distribution, his pulse regulating as it did so, too.

Always good to keep the ticker in check, he mused to himself as he stared down at her with a look of arcane levity.

"Oh, I do apologise….Miss Granger, almost forgot you were present…."

Her eyes rolled in exasperated acknowledgement, fond though it always was, and unlocked her ankles from their stiffened position so she could nudge his jaw with the side of her shoe.

"If surviving your being a cock is your idea of a test, I think I passed that a long time ago…?" she teased and inquired all at once, still awaiting the final result of his provocation.

"Were you so overcome by a state of euphoria from my aforementioned cock, that you failed to fully heed when I made that rather witty, if I do commend myself, religious reference to your "cup running over", Miss Granger?" he raised his brows up in a deliberately derisory manner, that, coupled with his satirical look could only proceed to get a healthy rise from her. Especially, as she was more than carnally exasperated from her recent snubbing, to be sure.

Hermione's eyes narrowed in scoffing impatience, though it was just compelling enough of a tease to keep the last threads of her patience intact.

"Oh I noted it well…." She drawled, her legs spreading and shifting down from atop his shoulders at least, resting instead along his biceps lest she disturb their position too much given his apparent goal.

"Though to what end remains to be seen."

"Oh, you'll see soon enough, Miss Granger," he confirmed as he expertly swept her up and against him and into his arms, still abiding within her sacred "church" where "God" was always found, before walking her conservatively toward his taller, tabled workstation.

Mumbling a levitating charm, he emigrated his tools, cauldron, and ingredients to a nearby shelf before setting her up atop the table's plane. Thanks be to Merlin that his tall stature and the typically higher leg-length of such chemistry worktables meant that the two met each other almost exactly, and so, he was still able to escape the forsaking of her sheath for a little while longer.

"Now then, Miss Granger, should you pass this final and most vital of tests, will your endeavour remain to become a comrade of the house of Slytherin? Or will, at the moment of given potential, your ambition wane? Gryffindor is a far safer place to call your haven, let me remind you. It has always been home to you. Do take care to weigh the scales carefully of why on Zeus's green earth you'd want to alter that…. Hm?"

"Hmmm," she hummed in playful contemplation, slightly lightening the grasp her thighs had taken off his hips when he'd first plucked her up from the initial surface just to plant her on another, though her hands remained where they'd taken refuge on his shoulders.

"Well, it wouldn't be very ambitious nor courageous of me to do that, surely… For both houses would have to disown me."

"Quite so, Miss Granger. Very astute, as ever," he narrowed his eyes with a mediocre reconciliation of having to laud her exegesis.

" However ," he continued as he flexed his cock out of her cunt in almost biting sloth, dragging up a considerable amount of come as it left her. And though he had emptied two, very, backed up rounds inside her, he scowled disapprovingly – lugubriously , almost – nevertheless. To make up for it he collected as much of his seed as he could onto his forefingers, drew them up to her eyes, before letting them drop back down to her open sex, where he dilligently pushed his fingers into her folds until he felt her ribbed walls where he curled his fingers up so as to deposit their inventory as successfully as he could execute without foiling his objective on the way out. All of this he undertook as he continued to speak.

"There is a final, sometimes disregarded, or rather impishly hushed , hallmark of my house…. And one that I, personally, have a great affinity for….."

Her lips parted in a tenuous moan at his fingers' attention, no matter its intended purpose, her nails digging into his previously pristine button-down that by now looked nearly as debauched as she did. Though Hermione did, obviously register his words, only taking the proverbial bait once she realised he was not going to fill her in until she'd acknowledged his lead-in.

"And which attribute is that?" She pressed, her head tilting though the rest of her body fought to remain still, perhaps simply out of intrigue as to what his next move would be.

He shot her an unimpressed look, lips pursing forwards in factitious peevishness at her 'lack' of wit before murmuring a low, soft, haughty-filled retort, "As if I would tell you what you are meant to be informing me of, Miss Granger. That is, you apparently have failed to comprehend that I've just announced your final exam."

"Sounds an awful lot like guess-work to me, Professor," she exhaled a bit flatly to counter his superior tone, allowing her hands to fall from his shoulders and brace against the table as she leant backwards in the name of comfort, a bit.

"There are a great many options I could suggest…simply by observing your person alone."

"Silence , Girl, and employ your acumen instead of your lip," he hissed, hushing her with his mere voice alone before flipping the front of her skirt up this time and spreading her legs further apart as he silently instructed her to scoot back, even further than she had just done, almost to the middle of the table so that he could lean over her unsheltered core with greater, ease.

"Lie. Back. Fully, Miss Granger. Now!"

"Yes, sir," she replied with impish enthusiasm, though her eyes continued to surveil his sinking stature even as she sank back against the cool surface of the table. She bent her knees further and drew her legs upward for ease, as well as the far more salacious objective of having better access to adequately observe his actions between them.

Once bent over her sex, Severus offered his aquiline nose a hearty sampling before he moved on to allow his tongue a turn. He darted the length of it out tentatively at first as his arms embraced her thighs afresh, the sharp tip of it stroking up her cum-enveloped folds as he pushed some of his seed to her clit for the second time, giving it another coating of his lust as his eyes darted to lock with hers. He could feel how hard and swollen she was – having been so sharply ready for release just moments before. He smirked against her core before kissing her length with his mouth, closing it steadily until his lips, with extreme caution, came to surround that bundle of nerves. His fingers dug into her thighs as his pupils darted north to her own in purposive pursuit of appraising her reception.

Despite observing exactly what her husband was about to do as he sank between her thighs, Hermione's hips still jumped from their station against the table at the first, teasing, bit of contact from his tongue, seeming to have a mind all their own until she attempted to calm their enthusiasm. Though any tries for muteness immediately failed. She hissed out a profanity as that initial brush of pressure increased and extended its perimeter, causing a shiver to jolt through her entire form, both starting and ending in the nerves caught between his lips.

" Ohh, fuck…. silence is not… in the cards," she sputtered breathily, her eyes feeling trapped in their dance with his own taunting stare.

He grunted against her waterlogged crimps, grateful for his vantage point as he was unable to roll his eyes at her little statement for that surely would have been trivial of him. Instead he inherited her words with vainglorious honour and his mouth let her know just how pleased he was by pursing his lips against her nub softly. His tongue darted out to indirectly trace the sides of her protective hood, knowing full well that indirect contact was far more deadly than that of its brother, most of the time. His fingers flexed again into her skin as they had a civil war over whether to aid his tongue's battle, but truly knew they had to hold fast to their post as his mouth was the sole agent for this "mission".

Her lids finally fluttered and closed as her head fell back against the table, having no choice but to wave the white flag in that particular battle. Her competitiveness would survive to win out another day. Though now it was her lungs that were definitely threatening to revolt as she sucked in another bracing gulp of air only for it to escape in an unsteady rush immediately thereafter. Abruptly back on the edge with almost agonising speed, her right hand descended with habitual vigour to delve into his hair, with only a subtle hint of concern that he'd take her quick encouragement as a cue to halt entirely. She wouldn't exactly be shocked, though she might just hex him for the trouble.

Upon feeling his wife's digits tangle in his raven-coloured mane – ha! – Severus immediately ran his tongue down to her sodden entrance, now covered with as much of her sex as his own. For she was about to be thrown into a black hole of rapture, and he needed his tongue and his mouth to be precisely placed in order to receive the former two with the delivery of their 'beings' by the latter. And so, to help orbit her into that rapturious state of space just a tad more, Severus thrust his tongue into her cunt resiliently as he finally permitted his right hand to assist by procuring control of the anfractuous massaging of her clit.

Hermione barely managed to utter a syllable before her breathing halted entirely, only to finally expel in a low, lengthy, and most assuredly relieved moan. Waves of shudders coursed through her as she spasmed and no doubt gushed against the coarse friction of his tongue, her hips bridged between the work surface and his decidedly eager mouth. She was already doomed to succumb before he'd permitted his fingers to assist, though the double assault had yet to ever fail her. His now singular hold on her thigh, though remained the only thing that spared him the fate of being crushed between them both — not that she expected he would protest.

Severus supped on her orgasm with vehement brio, amassing as large a quantity of their amalgamated fluids as his mouth could obtain as his thumb laggardly began to cease its campaign on her pulsing nub. Once he was certain that neither his mouth nor his tongue could pocus any further amount, did he finally right himself, running his hands up and down the topside of her thighs with a lulling velocity as his pervasive pupils accosted her own tenaciously.

He swirled the contents of his mouth around his tongue, inhaling slowly so as to fully taste their collaborative piquancy. He lifted a sportive brow.

It felt like it took a very long moment for Hermione's eyes to flutter back open, for even her inner world was spinning for a good few breaths afterwards. Though, when they finally did do, they settled their focus on his looming and apparently, very amused figure, still watching her in attentive silence. She rather expected him to make some kind of snarky comment, and when nothing came from his glistening lips, her own brow quirked lazily back at his voiceless demand for her attention. With his lips pursed so, he apparently wanted to make a show of relishing his valiant effort, or so she presumed.

"Well executed…. remedy," she breathed, his having clearly well over-compensated for his initial cheekiness at the very least.

Bringing a pointer finger to his mouth, Severus pressed it to his compressed lips in a silent evocation of the last words he had spoken to her – to use her bloody wit when it came to sorting what he meant by this last of Slytherin constitutions. He steadily rounded the corner of the table, his eyes ever bearing into hers, only to halt by her flushed upper half as his mouth continued to swirl softly in degustation. Only when she raised her other brow in obvious puzzlement, did he decide to proffer her a mild cue. Taking purchase of the sides of her cheeks with his left hand, Severus applied pressure until her puckered, vermillion lips parted slowly.

Despite its pleasure-logged interlude, Hermione's brain finally and swiftly hit on what he was getting at. Her eyes widened in an elfish play at scandalised astonishment for a brief moment though clearly failed to hide the lustre of intrigue behind the ruse, relaxing once more as she let her mouth fall open wider at his encouragement.

If Severus could have grinned in pride at her nimble apperception of his invention he most assuredly would have presented her with it. However, as it stood, the contents of his mouth severely hijacked any other function that his lips were usually capable of operating. To be sure, he needed to dispense of them hastily, for his zest to experience this long-held fantasy of his was burgeoning more rapidly by the moment.

And so, he bent his torso down and over hers until his mouth was a whisper from her open one. His eyes married to hers as he congregated the contents of their unions before expelling them into her mouth with forceful spew. Severus then pulled back slightly to watch how she would choose to receive, and most importantly, address, his last, remaining 'test'.

Tongue retracting into her mouth as it closed, Hermione's eyes remained on his as the unmistakable cocktail of both of their climaxes coated her taste buds for a moment before she swallowed it definitively. Her tongue darted back out to flick across her lower lip in reflexive caution, and her throat contracted again as she hummed in wicked contemplation.

"...So, I take it that being a kinky bastard is nonelective?" She murmured teasingly in a throaty 'guess' at his previous inquiry.

"Quite so, Miss Granger. Practically a prerequisite, I'd say. And one, that you appear to have within your constitution naturally. Not to mention a swift ability to both catch on, and respond, accordingly," he rumbled with a cheeky grin before leaning over to cup her face with his left hand and kiss her with as much solemn passion as he had ever before. The pairing of their orgasms still present in her mouth, and whose taste pulled a deep moan of renewed lust from the back of his throat.

Ah, their smutty love was a splendid thing, indeed.

Exhaling a mewl of approval and agreement into his mouth, Hermione permitted her right hand to abandon it's station of keeping her balance against the table and clutched around the nape of her husband's neck in blind encouragement. Though all too soon felt compelled to intake much needed oxygen , and thus, disentangled her tongue from his to pull her head back and admire him with an appreciative nipping of his lip.

"Full marks, then, Professor? " She couldn't help but validate with a wicked grin.

"That depends, Wife, for I believe we have one last, impromptu, substantiation….." he revealed wistfully, as he could not possibly go on without knowing whether or not she had been completely serious with regards to her earlier confession.

"Is it true, Wife? Did you actually, literally masturbate in the back of my classroom that day?" He finally enquired with an elevation of his left brow as his breath caught in his throat in complex anticipation.

Hermione's lips curled in a mischievous grin, scanning his incredulous expression with relish for a moment before slowly nodding her head, propping herself up slightly.

"Mm... yes. That was based on actual events. I think my state of very confused repression hit its peak somewhere between 17 and 18 – arguably too late to deal with that problem. Though I'd say now that you played a larger part in it than I would've previously ever dared to admit."

Severus chuckled softly, leaning forwards to offer her yet another swoon-worthy kiss of awestruck gratitude for her.

"Well, then. If that's the case, I hereby welcome you to Slytherin, Miss Granger. Consider your former sordid problem, sorted."