Lost in the Woods: Predicaments and Resolutions
By Ange de Socrates
Disclaimer: If it sounds brilliant, it belongs to J.K. If it sounds like the demented rambling of a deranged 20-something fangirl, that would be mine.
Chapter 3 – Resolutions
Hermione's mind raced as she watched Snape slink in and pace a ditch in the floor of her room. This can't be happening. This can't be happening.
"This can't be happening," Snape mumbled. "All for a bloody shag…"
"Thanks," Hermione bit off, offended. She had expected him to sweep in and kiss her violently rather than belittle her sexual appeal and worry the floorboards with his impeccably shiny shoes.
He stopped, his eyes flashing at her. "Witch, if you value your life, stay silent."
She crossed her arms, glaring a hole into his head. Despite the annoyance she felt at his self-important attitude, the desire to be writhing beneath him outweighed it, and she kept her mouth shut.
Snape sighed. "It started as… Well, to be perfectly honest, it was quite self-indulgent. Two consenting adults in the middle of the night, one with a predicament and the other with a resolution. You get what you want, as do I." He continued to pace, gesturing wildly with his hands as he spoke. "Why not leave it at that?"
"I do hate to interrupt this lovely little soliloquy, but what's your bloody point?" Hermione snapped impatiently, quite cognizant of the fact that only a bath towel separated her willing flesh from his willing cock.
Had she been a first year, Hermione would likely have melted into a quivering puddle of fear simply from the look Snape shot at her. Luckily, she had become rather immune to his infamous Glare of Death, especially since the owner of that glare happened to be the owner of the hand that had made her orgasm with abandon.
"My point is…" He sighed. "Hermione."
The witch was stunned, her jaw dropping down for a visit with her collarbone. "Guh?" She knew her reaction to his use of her given name may not have been particularly attractive, but it was all she could muster.
Snape stopped his pacing in front of her and grabbed her shoulders. "I realize that this is completely and utterly uncharacteristic of the dungeon bat of Hogwarts, but sod it. To be honest, I'm fed up with being the cranky, mirthless old git who inhales far too many potion fumes and delights in taking points from hapless Gryffindors." He smirked. "Actually, that never grows dull."
He pushed Hermione back against the wall, his lips hovering inches from hers. "You consume me, Hermione Granger," he whispered, his eyes dark and dangerous. "You've been absolutely intolerable from the day you stepped through my door. Your temper infuriates me, yet your intellect captivates me." Snape brushed his lips softly against her cheek, sending a shiver down the Head Girl's spine. "Despite your lifelong quest to annoy the balls off me, you intrigue me."
Hermione couldn't steady her heavy breathing. "You certainly know how to win a girl's heart, Professor."
"It's Severus," he whispered, "And I'm not asking for your heart. Yet. Just your body, your soul, exclusively."
She nearly orgasmed on the spot. "I had no idea…"
"Nor did I," Severus declared, tracing her towel-bound outline with an elegant hand, "Until I saw the woman that had been hiding beneath those robes. Call it a pleasantly unexpected discovery, if you will. Whatever you call it, it was the most beneficial revelation I've had in quite some time."
He nipped at her jaw, grinding his pelvis into Hermione's hips. "Your answer, witch. Take me on, and I'll be the resolution to your every predicament."
Hermione raised an eyebrow despite her arousal. "You've been speaking in clichés since you arrived," she laughed. "But it's really turning me on." She reached between them and dropped her towel. "Let's give it a go, shall we?"
Severus growled and finally caught Hermione's lips in that violent kiss she had been expecting and anticipating.
It was even better than Hermione remembered. With just a touch of his flesh to hers, she felt her heart catch fire, the heat spreading quickly to the bare skin that now eagerly rubbed against his clothed torso.
The witch moaned as Severus slipped a hand between their bodies and swept a finger through her moist, pink lips, grinding as hard as she could against it while clumsily tearing off his shirt.
The two eventually made it to Hermione's bed, and Severus pushed her back into the cushions while he finished undressing, all the while eyeing the young woman as a starved man looks at his first meal. She shuddered as she got her first glimpse of his cock – long, erect as a flagpole, and moist at the reddened tip.
Acting on impulse, Hermione crawled forward and lapped at the tip, delighting in the low growl the wizard couldn't hold back. After only a few moments of experimentation, Severus joined her on the bed and sucked hungrily on her neck as he positioned himself between her spread-eagled legs.
"Ready for your first fuck?" he whispered in a deep baritone.
Hermione cried out in pure pleasure at the very prospect. "Gods, yes, fuck me!"
The wizard didn't waste another second. He guided himself to her entrance and plunged in with a groan. Hermione winced at the unusual stretching sensation, but otherwise felt none of the pain that many former virgins seemed to remember.
Rocking slowly back and forth, Severus went deeper with each thrust, Hermione wrapping her legs around his waist and moving her torso in a wavelike motion.
"Such a tight cunt," he grunted, kissing the witch fiercely as he picked up the pace. Hermione cried out at the building friction and tightened her muscles around Severus' shaft in anticipation of ecstasy. Within minutes, she let out a wordless scream as her orgasm slowly overtook her, and Severus came soon after as her muscles bore down on him.
Severus collapsed on Hermione's heaving chest. With a radiant smile, she tangled a hand in his hair and let out a breath she had no idea she was holding.
"Perfect," she whispered.
"Get used to it, witch," the professor murmured, nipping at her collarbone. "I plan to take full advantage of what you've offered me."
"Fancy seeing you here."
Hermione froze at the familiar voice. She slowly turned around, nearly dropping the book she had just plucked off the shelf.
"Good to see you again, Severus."
Her former professor bowed his head in greeting. "It's been quite a while. Two years, is it?"
She forced a smile onto her face. "Three." Three years since you had a sudden attack of conscience and unceremoniously kicked me out of your bed.
"Three then." He paused, gauging her emotions. Hermione quickly put up her mental walls in case the sneaky bastard tried Occlumency.
"I trust you've been well?" she asked politely, replacing the book and moving toward the door of Flourish and Blotts.
"More or less," was his clipped reply as he followed.
The streets of Diagon Alley were bustling with new and old Hogwarts students as the first of September quickly approached. A young brown-haired boy came streaking past in pursuit of his laughing sister, nearly knocking Hermione over where she stood.
In one swift movement, Severus stepped forward and caught the young woman as she teetered off balance, leaving his face inches from hers.
"Come have a drink with me," he whispered, brushing an errant lock of hair out of her face.
Hermione took a moment to collect her wits before she spoke, a dreamy look in her eyes. "You tossed me out on my arse."
"A mistake I have come to truly regret," he admitted, setting her back on her feet, but leaving his hands on her waist.
"You made a lot of promises you never kept. You really hurt me," she snapped.
"And all I ask is the chance to make amends." Severus sighed heavily. "Our whole relationship was surreal. Everything we said, everything we did, was… forced. Unnatural, perhaps. I panicked. But this very conversation and our horribly clichéd running-in just now feels more like fate."
"I don't know…"
"Can't we make this a happy ending?" He took her hands in his. "Not for anyone else. Just for us. Let me prove myself to you."
Hermione tried to look stern, but found herself far too caught up in the moment to pull it off. She sighed. "You're lucky I love fairytale endings."
Severus smirked. "If I fuck it up, I permit you to hex me or permanently dye my hair pink."
"You underestimate my creativity. And my wrath."
He moved to kiss her, but she stopped him short.
"Not so fast. I want that drink first."
A/N: My deepest apologies if this chapter seemed a bit… well, odd. I don't know. It seemed odd to me. I'm not much used to writing short stories, so abbreviated plots tend to turn out strange when I write them.
Hope you enjoyed this little bit of lemonade! Couldn't be too graphic for fear that would freeze my account, so perhaps I'll go post it on AFF as well.
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