Chapter 5
J.K. Rowling's characters, not mine, except Trilly and Raiden. Plot though, fully mine.
Enjoy, sorry it's been so long, life got in the way of my writing. But the next installment will be soon, I hope.
Breaking the Waves
The room was dark again, dark and quiet as the aching female curled against the comforter. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her body still slightly broken, despite the attempts of the Potions Master. Though she couldn't see him, she knew that Severus Snape was still in her room, his presence issuing goose-bumps on her flesh. He was hidden in the shadows again, reminding her of her years at Hogwarts, as he watched her.
His black eyes glittered as he kept his sight focused on her. He knew she was awake, her breathing had quickened as she awoke from a nightmare almost fifteen minutes earlier. Her stomach rumbled loudly, and he chuckled, her ears perking like a dogs at the sound of the rich baritone of his voice.
"Miss Granger, it sounds as though you are hungry over there, would you like me to ask the House Elves for anything in particular?" His voice sent shivers down her spine, and sent heat rolling through her belly making her feel even more like a child, despite her place in the Malfoy household.
"Grilled Cheese please, Sir." She rubbed her eyes with her fists after pushing her body into a sitting position. "And ask Trilly if William has been eating properly, please. I'm worried about him." Her cheeks flamed in the darkened room.
She could hear him maneuver himself to the door, and out into her Common Room. His deep voice calling out to Trilly, he asked for her meal, as well as the same for himself, before mentioning her concern for her baby.
"Oh Master Snape Sir, Mistress would be so proud of her baby Master. He's is eating heartily and grows faster than a weed. Mistress Malfoy is so proud of him she is." Trilly's squeaky voice trilled with glee. "Trilly will go get Master Snape and Mistress their dinners." With a loud POP she disappeared.
Seconds later, the dark Potions Master was at her side, slipping another pillow behind her back as he spoke gently to her.
"Your son is fine, he's growing well, your food will be here soon, and you can ask Trilly herself if you wish to know any other details, you'll be smart to remember Miss Granger I am no longer a messenger." The timbre of his voice again caused her to shiver in delight, though this time, the Professor had felt it. "Miss Granger, is there something you'd like to tell me?" He purred into her ear, and she shivered again, as heat flooded between her thighs.
"N-no Professor," Her voice trembled a response, anticipating the smooth sound of his voice, wishing for him to caress her body the way his voice kept caressing her ears.
"Are you sure Miss Granger," she trembled yet again. "It seems your mind is saying one thing, and your body is demanding the opposite. Are you sure there is nothing youd like me to do?" He smirked as she gasped out, her mind turning to the many pleasurable things he could do for her.
Her eyes glazed over as thoughts of lying beneath him, of begging him to touch her flooded into her mind, matching the wetness coating her thighs at her anticipation. She wanted him to touch her, to push her out of control, to make her scream and cry, to let her become the woman she once was yet again.
"Yes, there's a good girl Miss Granger. Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll fulfill your every need." He sat on the edge of her bed, his palm warming her cheek as he took in her flushed form, now aching for him.
"Please Professor, touch me." And that's all he needed to hear.
