Scorched.
Incinerated.
Burned to the ground.
Severus Snape ran his tongue across his top teeth, scoffing with unfiltered hatred as he watched his childhood home turn to cinder. When the ashes cooled enough, he sorted through the rubble. He had cast protective charms over his valuables— potions ingredients and his extensive library made the top of the list. He knew this day would come, he just was hoping it wouldn't be this soon after the war. He shrunk everything that survived, tucking them away safely inside his pockets as he walked away from Spinner's End forever.
He had enjoyed his nomadic existence for exactly three days, nine hours and four minutes before Molly Weasley tracked him down. Apparently, the house fire made both Muggle and Wizarding news. Before long, he was being dragged back to that damnable house full of overzealous and affectionate red heads.
He complained, of course he did. But Molly knew, as well as he, that Severus Snape didn't actually want to be left alone. The matriarch had escorted him upstairs, giving him a room all to himself, thankfully. With almost all of the menaces gone, the house was quiet for the most part. William had married that French woman, Fleur and moved to the south of France, Charles was still out wrangling dragons (he'd send Severus scales and other interesting finds over the years which he always appreciated), Percy had made amends but still moved out so he could attempt to build his political career, the menacing twins were doing surprisingly well at their shop (too bad they hadn't put in that kind of effort while at school, he'd have appreciated their humor more). The boy wonder and his red headed side kick were due to return from auror training any moment now, and Ginerva continued to live at home. She, at least, had the wherewithal to avoid him.
He knew the brains of the trio would be arriving tonight beside Potter and Weasley, Molly had warned him, thankfully. He had no plan or desire to see any of them so, following dinner, he cleared his dishes and retired to his room with a good book.
He ended up having to use several silencing spells to avoid hearing any more of their shrieking reunions. He huffed, flipping yet another page of the heavy tome before giving in to sleep. He wasn't sure how long he had been up there but, his eyes grew heavy as sleep took him.
"Oh my God, Ginny. You won't believe what your stupid brother did this time."
A hissed whisper woke Severus. He strained to listen, hearing the witch mumble under her breath, the unmistakable sounds of her shoes hitting the floor and zips being undone.
"He's just such a prat. We aren't even together anymore. Not that we ever really were, as you well know but… he just made a complete arse of himself."
The sounds of more clothing dropping to the floor had Severus wide-eyed and paralyzed. He should say something, he knew he should. But he simply couldn't.
"We can't even share a bed without something happening. I mean honestly… Why can't a man and a woman sleep together platonically? It's not impossible… I sleep with you all the time! Budge up, by the way, you're taking up more of the bed than usual."
Severus smirked at this, deciding this was the proper time to roll over and terrify the poor witch.
But it was he who ended up blushing. He had pulled back the covers, turning to look at the fuming witch, just to find her standing there in naught but her knickers, hands snapping up to cover those amazing, supple breasts…
…oh fuck, don't look.
"Oh my God!"
"My sincerest apologies Miss Granger I–"
They both gasped at the same time, humiliating themselves. Severus struggled to pull the bedclothes over his lap as Hermione turned her back to him.
Not that it would help… oh shite, those knickers hid nothing, and she had those two, delicious little dimples above her hips that he wanted to run his tongue over…
He cleared his throat.
"Don't you have some… nightwear to don, Granger?"
Even through the dim lighting he could see her blush.
"I-I don't usually…"
What a delicious little deviant she was turning out to be
"I see," he said silently. Looking around the room, he bent over the side of the bed, springs creaking, as he grabbed his undershirt he had been wearing prior to his evening's retirement.
"Here, Granger. Put this on. Then you can tell me what in Merlin's name you're doing in my room," he sneered as he tossed the cotton shirt towards her.
She missed, of course she did, the little minx. As she bent over to pick it up, he couldn't help but look at those two amazingly spankable globes.
Merlin, he needed to get laid.
But also, who wore knickers like that for no purpose! It was confusing and irritating.
What a waste of a good pair of knickers…
She turned around, the hem of his shirt falling just short of mid thigh. He tried his best to glare at her, terrified it would look like a smolder otherwise. Perhaps this damnable house had some sort of libido-inducing curse? It certainly would explain the litter of Weasleys running around in the world.
"Well? What are you doing in my room?" Severus barked.
"What are you doing in Ginny's ?" She responded, hands on her hips making his shirt hike up another few centimeters.
"Miss Weasley, I believe, is currently off entertaining Mister Potter." He didn't even have to pretend to sneer at the thought of the two teenagers going at it. Especially not now that his cock was harder than it ever had been, and he'd have to deal with it himself.
Fucking Potter. Just one more thing to hate him for. At least Weasley would have a cold bed as well.
The witch blushed at that, and Severus found himself smirking again. She would be fun to agitate. Severus wondered just how deep he could make her blush. He shook his head.
No. It's not appropriate. Just let her go.
"Well, go on then Granger, show yourself out."
"Wha– me? Why can't you go? The only other available room is with Ronald and I am not going back there." She huffed, crossing her arms this time.
"I, Miss Granger, am already settled. I was already sleeping when you rudely awakened me, and most importantly, I will not be going anywhere near Weasley. "
"Well… I'm not leaving either," she huffed.
He raised an eyebrow, pushing himself to sit up even straighter. With a huff, he grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it back sharply. Severus didn't miss the way her eyes instantly widened as they took in his bare chest. Her blush deepened, making its way from the roots of her hair down to the top of her chest.
Lovely.
He wanted to laugh at her, grab her by her hand and pull her into the bed with him, just to see what she would do. This was all just a humiliation tactic he decided— there was no way she'd want him , and then of course, there was the humiliation on his part, that she'd undoubtedly share their little tryst with all her little Gryffindor friends.
Suddenly, he regretted his teasing.
XOX
Oh Gods, what was he doing? Was he seriously offering what she hoped he was? Hermione couldn't believe her luck. She had met with Harry and Ron earlier, all equally eager to share how their lives had progressed. The evening was fun, catching up with the boys and Ginny too.
She supposed she did watch her redheaded friend sneak off with Harry, but she had been distracted with Ron. The prat really thought he could lay claim to her every time they saw each other. It was one bloody kiss during a time when neither was sure they'd survive. Ronald, of course, was free to go off and shag or snog whoever he wanted, but Merlin-forbid she had any love interest.
They had been playing a juvenile game of truth or dare. She needed a lot of convincing at first, but… she realized none of them really had a childhood. They had to grow up too quickly, mature before their years. After only a few moments of hesitation, she agreed to the game, with all four of them giggling late into the night. The subject of sexual fantasies came up, naturally. She enjoyed listening to Harry talk about wanting to tie Ginny up, and Ginny talking about tying Harry up. Ron, of course, was disgusted. Harry had then felt compelled to share stories of Ron's little fan base of willing witches, which made Hermione angrier than she probably should have been. When the attention turned to her, she wanted to vomit.
"Well? There has to be some wizard that's grabbed your attention," Ginny teased.
Of course there bloody well was, and he was upstairs right now. Ginny smirked at her, knowing full-well who she was thinking about. They had often discussed his hands… his long, nimble fingers… and oh, yes… that voice.
When she had finally retired with Ron, as they usually did, he had pushed her up against the door and shoved his tongue down her throat. She had slapped him, pushed him away, and stomped over to where she thought her friend was.
She was mortified when she realized he had seen her almost completely naked. But she couldn't forget the hungry look he gave her. Even now, she was focused on it,
"I, Miss Granger, am already settled. I was already sleeping when you rudely awakened me, and most importantly, I will not be going anywhere near Weasley. "
This was likely her one and only chance. With the bravery of her House, she raised her chin and responded.
"Well… I'm not leaving either," she huffed.
There. Now it's all up to him.
She almost lost it when he pulled back the blanket, inviting her in. Now she found herself staring at his broad, hairless chest, wanting to do nothing more than nuzzle against him.
… unless he'd let her shag him.
He'd hex you well into next week.
It was worth the risk, she decided, and slowly made her way into the Queen Size bed.
XOX
He wished the bed was a bit larger. With both of them in here, there wasn't a lot of room to be able to avoid touching her. He really thought she'd run away crying. But of course, he'd once again misjudged a damn lion.
It was awkward. So incredibly awkward. He could smell her shampoo, feel the warmth radiating off of her, craving her touch. He squeezed his eyes shut and started counting in his head, praying for sleep.
"Prof—"
"Sleep, Granger. Don't make me regret this."
For the first time in the 8 years he'd known her, she actually listened.
Good.
He slept well, for the most part. Of course, he woke up every hour or so, fearful of his life as her hair tried to suffocate him in his sleep. After the third time, he grabbed his wand, twisted her hair on top of her head and spelled it like that. Then sleep took him once more.
XOX
The early morning sun streamed in through the windows. Hermione arched her back, needing to stretch the sleep from her muscles when she suddenly stilled.
Oh my.
How could she possibly have forgotten that she was in bed with Severus bloody Snape? A heavy arm was slung over her waist, pulling her close against his bare chest, proud, morning erection poking into her.
She shifted, more than a little curious about what she could get away with. She arched her back again, enjoying the sharp intake of air from the man behind her, as well as the way his fingers brushed against her skin as he pulled away from her.
"Miss Granger," he started to apologize. She could hear it in the tone of voice he was using. But she didn't want him to. She wanted more. She rolled over, looking into his eyes with such passion, that she hoped he'd be astute enough to notice.
He cleared his throat, excusing himself to the loo. He left fully dressed and didn't say another word to her.
The next night went similarly. She had snuck into his room again, not even asking before crawling into bed with him. He huffed, in an amused, adorable sort of way, before closing his book and rolling over onto his side.
She moved to lay pressed against him. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing into her embrace. Hermione smiled against his back. She laid still until she felt his breathing even out. Once she was sure he was asleep, she reached around, one hand cradled against his heart and the other fisted in his hair. She linked her legs through his and fell asleep feeling safer and warmer than she ever had.
XOX
Merlin. The witch was like a sodding venomous tentacula. Her limbs, her drool, even her hair was all over him. He hadn't had a bed mate in quite some time but for some reason, having this little witch cling to him so determinedly made his heart clench.
He'd have to put an end to it, if she came back tonight.
She did.
"Miss Granger," he started. "You need to go back with Miss Weasley. This is growing…intolerable."
"Intolerable? But–" she seemed equally confused and enraged. It was adorable, really, not that he'd admit it, nor could he allow it to continue. Things were getting dangerous as-is. Soon he'd need blood transfusions to restore the much needed fluid to the rest of his body, since his cock seemed unwilling to share.
"But–"
"No. I haven't slept well these past few nights. Surely, Miss Weasley can uncouple from Potter for one night."
"Ginny hasn't slept with Harry since that first night, Professor."
He cringed. "Don't call me that." He didn't need any additional reason to see her as a young witch– a woman he had no business lusting after. He was a dark man and didn't want to dim that youthful glow she had.
"Severus." She hesitated, her voice trembling as she whispered his name as one would worship a deity.
His resolve was crumbling. He needed her to leave.
She walked over to him, her hips swaying in the most lascivious way. His cock strained against his trousers, begging to be set free, desperately seeking out her warmth to bury itself in.
He shook his head no, eyes pleading for her to leave, because he knew at this point, he'd never be able to turn her away.
Trembling hands reached up to touch his chest. Warm, brown eyes looked up at him from beneath her lashes. Damn. She looked so beautiful, so demure. Oh, how he wanted to fuck away that innocent facade, knowing that there was an eager lioness laying dormant, just waiting to roar.
"Fuck it," he growled, grabbing a handful of hair at the base of her skull and tugging, urging her head back so he could crash his lips to hers. He eagerly swallowed every breathy moan, every mewl and whimper that he could. Now that he tasted her, he'd never be able to stop.
She raked her nails over his shirt, scratching against him, begging to remove his shirt. He let her–buttons clattering to the ground when she grabbed both sides and pulled his shirt wide open. Her nails dug into him then, clawing and marking his chest as she deepened their kiss. Oh, how he wished they'd scar. They could erase every other painful memory that currently tarnished his body.
"Fuck, witch," he breathed, finally managing to break his kiss long enough to breathe.
"Yes," she murmured, leaning in for some more.
He chuckled, brushing some hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
That was an exclamation, Granger, not a command."
"Mmm, Don't care," she reached up on her tip-toes, running her finger through his hair and pulling his face to hers. Her tongue ran across the seam of his lips, desperate for him to part his own, an unspoken acceptance of her.
Who was he to resist?
He bent down, cupping her bum tightly and lifting her up and pressing her against the door. Her core burned against his placket, so warm and inviting as she ground herself against his trousers.
"Granger," he growled, moving his lips to bite at her neck. Oh gods, the noises she was making for him. "Stop your fucking squirming." She giggled, the little chit, purposely grinding harder.
He bit her then. Hard enough to bruise, and he prayed to Merlin and Morgana that it did.
"You're going to be awfully disappointed if your little ministrations cause this evening to end rather abruptly."
"You'll get hard again," she groaned playfully, nudging his head away so she could lick at this scar.
"I-I'm not some 4th year who can simply get hard at will, Granger." He was breathless now, fighting the urge to just fuck her against the door.
"Then I'll just wait for you to fall asleep. You never have a problem rising to the occasion then." She nibbled at his scar. She was being gentle, bless her. Somehow she knew that mark was sensitive.
He growled at her then, scooping her up even higher as he turned and walked towards the bed, the witch still attached to his throat. Maybe if he was lucky, they'd both be covered in love bites come morning. What a delightful breakfast that would be.
If she thought she'd be lowered to the bed gently, while he took his time making love to her, she was dead wrong. He tossed her on to the bed, grabbing his wand and vanishing their clothing. He needed to be inside her as soon as possible and couldn't possibly wait for her to try to undo any more buttons.
She gasped, face turning that sexy shade of red that he was growing to love.
He quickly crawled into the bed, black eyes drinking her in as she squirmed beneath his gaze.
"Are you sure, Granger?"
"Please… Severus, please…"
He lowered his head between her legs, scooping her legs up to place them over his shoulders as he got his first really good look at her beautiful little cunt. He ran his tongue up her inner thigh, stopping just before getting to the spot she needed him most. He chuckled, eyes glittering as he looked into her fiery gaze. He started on the other leg then, torturing her…enjoying her gasps and moans.
Oh, yes. He'd study her body… he'd map out every single spot that she liked, if she let him. He'd take her in every conceivable way, use every inch of his body to cover hers, learning how to make her scream, and then use it against her. He'd ruin her for all other men, keeping her for himself.
Finally, as his lips ghosted over her, she reached for him, sliding her fingers through his hair and pushing his head down against her. Clearly, she was done being teased. He'd laugh if he could breathe. But, if suffocating in the Golden Girl's cunt was what finally did him in, well, he'd love to see the look on Minerva's face when she read the obituary.
He nudged her with his nose, fingers digging into her inner thighs as he tried to loosen her grip on him. "Easy, girl," he gasped, pulling his face away to breathe. "Retract your claws, little lioness or I'll be forced to tie them up."
Hermione smiled at him then, slightly embarrassed as he arched his brow at her. Clearly, threatening a bit of rough play would do nothing to slow the girl down. Another time, he supposed.
He lowered his head again, breathing in her scent before he nudged her clit with his nose.
"Oh, yes," the witch groaned, lifting her hips off the bed as her legs dug into his shoulders.
Taking his cue, he flattened his tongue, giving her one broad lick across her entire cunt, ending with a sharp flick of his tongue which had her screaming out and fisting the sheets.
"So responsive, Miss Granger."
"Mmm hmm," she agreed, biting her lower lip as she waited for him to continue.
He turned his head, nipping her inner thigh before returning to her lips, running his tongue across her sex lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. She was starting to cry now, moving her hips to grind against his tongue, seeking out her own pleasure from him.
Yes. use me, witch.
"More! I need more… please," she begged. He reached up, inserting a finger as she whimpered, needing more stimulation from him.
"Your pretty little cunt needs something to clench around, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yes… more!
He shoved another finger inside, curling them within her walls each time he thrust inside her. Unable to help herself, she ran her fingers through his hair again, nails scratching his head enough to make him want to pur. This time, he couldn't stop to threaten her. No, he felt the way her walls were trembling.
"Wait! Stop," she sat up, pushing him away. He stopped instantly, sitting back on his heels as he wiped her arousal from his chin.
"What's wrong?"
Had he hurt her? Did she change her mind?
"I need to come with you inside me. Please.. Let me feel you."
He breathed a sigh of relief. Swallowing hard and nodding his understanding. He knelt closer to her now, taking himself in hand and pumping a few times. He wanted to be at his absolute hardest when he took her this first time.
"Last chance, Granger," he offered as he swiped his cock through her drenched cunt. He fought to keep his eyes open, wanting nothing more than to bury his prick in her cunt and his face in her curls.
"Take me, Severus. I want you, I've wanted you for a long time."
" Fuck ," he mumbled, rubbing himself against her one last time before he finally surged forward. Her back arched off the bed, head lulling back as her neck muscles pulled tight. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as his invasion had her tumbling into her orgasm. He repositioned his hands, grabbing ahold of her waist, practically able to touch his fingers on the other side.
Merlin, the witch, was so small compared to him .
When his pelvis met with hers, and he was fully inside her, he paused, looking deep into her eyes, desperate to see if there was any regret or pain. When he saw there wasn't any, he withdrew, almost completely before he thrust inside her again.
Over and over he took her. Thrusting inside, undulating his hips a bit before withdrawing, only to press forward again.
"Fuck. So wet for me, witch. So tight and hot," he growled as his hips slammed into hers. He sped up, watching how those amazing breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. He needed them in his mouth immediately, he decided, hooking his leg through hers and rolling them so he was on his back.
Severus bent his legs, tilting her forward so he could suckle one of her pebbled nipples, pinching the other as it teased him. Her breasts were perfect hand-sized globes that just begged to be licked and sucked and bit as he continued to drive himself inside her.
They were sweaty now, breathing heavily as Granger started to ride him confidently. She leaned back, hands pressing his legs flat to the bed as she repositioned herself on his lap. She bounced on his cock, hands digging into his thighs as she spread her legs, allowing him to become entranced with the way his cock disappeared inside her, spreading her lips wide open as her cunt tried to swallow him whole.
It proved to be too much for him. He grit his teeth and squeezed her tight. She'd definitely have bruises there in the morning.
"If you're going to come on my cock, girl, you better do it now," he growled.
"Oh fuck. Keep talking to me and I will."
He could tell she meant it, so he tried his best, deepening his voice to the one he used in the classroom.
"If you don't come all over my cock, Miss Granger, I am going to give you the worst detention of your life."
Hermione gasped, fingers flying to her clit to start rubbing as hard as she could.
"That's right, Miss Granger, stroke yourself. Make yourself come and finally get that "O" from me you've been wanting for years. Come for me and be that good girl I know you try so desperately to be."
"Oh.. Oh god, Profesor.. Please!"
"Come Granger. Come now." He swatted her hand away, pressing his own thumb to her clit, circling it once… twice… and then finally… finally, they pushed themselves over the threshold. He sat up, pulling her tightly against him as he filled her up. She whimpered against him as her walls pulsated, squeezing every last drop from him until they both fell back into the pillows, falling asleep holding each other for the rest of the night.