Animal Magnetism

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing of the Harry Potter 'Verse. I just like to play with them time to time. Especially Severus.

Chapter 9

It was beautiful, watching those strong, fluid movements, the play of muscles clenching and releasing. Entranced, Hermione felt herself moving forward again without thought or reason, like a moth to flame. She should run, she knew suddenly. Run far and away. But she was a slave to this hunger, and the beast crouching inside her. And when he wheeled around and grabbed her so quickly, before she could think or even breathe… Her breasts were crushed by the hard wall of his chest and every nerve ending she had lit up like a keg of dynamite. She didn't even try to fight the impulse to press closer and wrap around him this time, even knowing it was an incidental move in the midst of combat. His eyes were glowing green flames, lost in the war and perhaps his own memories, reflecting a mind not fully cogneiscent of time and place.

But the heat sizzling through her limbs didn't care. The fact that none of this made sense mattered even less. The increased pounding of her heart filled her ears, body tingling, confusing her so she couldn't help but touch her lips to his neck, breathing him in. Fascinated, she studied the throbbing pulse at the base of his neck. Strong. Steady. Exhilarating. The mad urge to trace a path with her tongue and taste him more thoroughly seized her. His scent altered and her nose twitched at the subtle difference. The air around him seemed to color, darkening to a wine-red hue. His pulse thundered at the close contact. She licked her lips. His breath was rough in her ear and raised the tiny hairs at her nape.

"Can you feel it?" she whispered, eyes all aglow. She could. Like a fever. A ravaging disease infiltrating, destroying what was left of the old Hermione. His fingers left imprints on the bare flesh of her arms. She felt the cadence of rushing blood through the callused pads and she responded. "For the life of me Hermione, I'm trying to battle through this to the other side, where there's logic. But your eyes…" He didn't, or couldn't finish. But she knew. The pupils had enlarged so they almost hid the irises in eyes that seemed to swallow her face, swirling hypnotically. 'Let go,' she sent through that gaze. 'Just let go.' And when he dipped his head to cover her lips with his, she knew he'd heard her.

Warm and firm, he certainly knew what he was doing. He tasted of heat and man and she arched against him. Slanting her head, she drank the burning kiss in greedily, her nails biting into his biceps. The muscles bunched beneath her hands, desire pooling like molten lava and spreading to engulf them, her bones turning to liquid. Something dark and dangerous unfurled in her belly and a dull roar started in her ears, then a drumbeat. His heart. Her nipples hardened as his hand slid around her waist, inching up her stomach and ribs, singing her skin through the thin cotton of her shirt. One hand closed around the soft mound of her breast. Harry's handling sent wild need pumping through her bloodstream and an ache between her thighs. His stormy scent overwhelmed her and there was something so intimate about even their breaths co-mingling. The rest was just kindling.

Hers came in short, rhythmic spurts thrust her chest further into his hands, and her mouth devoured his with a savagery that should've shocked her. He took her face in one hand and angled her for his slanting mouth, reciprocating hotly. Grabbing his shoulders with both hands, she strained against him and ran her hands down his back, tongue parrying with his as her hands dropped to clutch him. How she hated the denim that stopped her from feeling the texture of his skin… Desperately driven, she let him back her into a nearby wall and spread her legs so he could settle his weight between them. And she moaned softly into his mouth as he rubbed and ground his hardness into her. Hermione tore her lips from his to drag them down his neck and he gasped as her teeth clamped down, making his body buck.

Wild for the taste of him, she pushed him backwards and down, straddling him with a strength and speed unnatural for most humans but now second nature to her. Scooting low, she ran her hands down his chest to the waistband of his jeans and, unzipping him, she found him through the opening of his boxers. Closing her hand around the length of him that was like silk and steel, she gently squeezed and the blood boiled in her veins as he pulsed in her hand, making small noises in the back of his throat. She loved the thought she was making him as crazy as she felt. She traced her thumb over the velvety tip, rubbing away the bead of moisture there.

Groaning now, Harry clamped strong hands around her arms and rolled her back under him. In a bruising kiss, he returned her earlier forceful passion and a growl sounded from deep in her throat, pleased. He thrust himself against her, driving her into the floor and she panted, mindless and lost. She had to have him. Now. on the floor. She didn't care as long as he was inside her instead of this slow tease. A deep throbbing spread through her and made her feel weak again. The rough denim on his legs scratched the sensitive skin of her inner thighs where her skirt had ridden up and her breath hitched. Tearing his shirt off, her hands roamed his naked chest, the well-developed pecs, the narrow indentation of his sternum, the flat plane of his stomach.

Hermione exalted in the freedom to touch, to feel all of him, and the energy building inside him. She wiggled in his hold to trail kisses across warm, quivering flesh, and the sound of his pants reached her and filled her with triumph. Pulling the opening of his jeans wide, she traced the line of hair ghosting below his navel tantalizingly, pointing like an arrow to his thick member. Hermione bent and pressed a moist, open-mouthed kiss at the lowest visible point. Moisture rushed between her legs, the power drugging. Needing satisfaction, she growled and yanked his pants off, eliciting a rough sound from him, that glorious chest lifting in deep ragged breaths as he made a bed appear below them.

She moved back up like a snake, her arms twining about his neck, and he ravaged her. He never broke the kiss as he lifted her up, removing the rest of her clothes and trapping her between him and the mattress. Their movements were rushed, feverish, their handling of each other rough. And it was almost perfect. He slid between her legs with expert precision and everything slowed as she stared up at him in the soft glow of the lamp. Her breath caught at the heat in his gaze, the breadth of his shoulders as he loomed over her, the narrow waist and sculpted form. Now it was his turn. And he used it well. He traced her collarbone, the slope of her shoulders, the swells of her breasts, his touch forging a blazing trail. He explored each rib, each dip and curve, driving her mad, frantic before his thumb drifted up to graze the undersides of her breasts.

"Harry," she whimpered, a low keening as he grasped both mounds firmly, squeezing, testing their fullness. A sound more animal than human. She thrust her hips, starved for more, and he answered by nudging her thighs further apart with one knee. Her hand gliding downwards, she gripped him, flexing her fingers to create a better, suctioning grip. His harsh gasp, as before, excited her and she stroked again with fast movements, feeling him pulse again for her. She teased the head of his thick member against her opening and he moved in and over, making her fingers dig into his shoulder with baited breath. But it was just another tease before he sat up, placing her on her knees before him instead, hands smoothing over each rounded cheek of her backside before biting playfully.

Another growl ripped free at the feel of his teeth on her and the ache inside her grew, so she thrust backwards, rubbing against his impressive erection. Her hands clutched the bedspread now as he pulled her back by her hair, kissing the arc of her throat before he probed her opening from behind, parting her slick folds with the swelled head of his member. Unable to help herself, Hermione pushed back again, impaling herself on him. He locked one muscled arm around her waist and held himself there for a moment, buried in the tight heat of her. His warm chest rested against her back, his heart beating fast and strong, a distant drum that echoed her own.

He swiped the hair from her neck free and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her nape as he began to move. His hand sought her breasts, cupping them as he plunged inside her. Again and again. "Harder," she demanded, rocking back to meet his every thrust. His hands carried their own special fire, branding her as he fondled her and squeezed her nipples as he moved in and out. Her flesh rippled with heightened sensation, waves of searing heat flowing through her body like lava. Her fingers could've went numb from the way she clutched the covers, tearing the fabric. She whimpered, beyond pleasure, beyond pain as the movements increased, grew more frenzied.

"Oh God," she groaned, skin burning, the feeling expanding the fill her completely. This wasn't normal, it couldn't be. She would've remembered feeling like this, the pure animalistic passion, the power blowing her senses. She moved wildly, slamming back against him, aching for… something. His hands tightened on her breasts, thrusts growing harder. Faster. Fiercer. Her body needed it, needed that desperate, furious union. Demanded it. Nothing less. She tilted her hips, clenching her inner muscles around his sliding force, trying to get more, trying to reach that elusive hurdle. His fingers fell from her chest to dig into her hips, urging her to come.

Whimpering, she dropped her head, letting herself relax into the steady build of tension tightening through her. The pressure increased. He swiped the hair from her shoulders again and dragged his mouth over the sensitive skin. Every muscle in her body suddenly contracted as his teeth clamped down, hers biting into his wrist, and she cried ecstatically as shudders wracked her, soaring over that final precipice. Under him she stilled, his chest a hard wall at her back, the only thing grounding her to earth. His hands circled her waist again and he bucked behind her, thrusting several more times, pouring his liquid fire inside her.

His groan rumbled through both of them as if they were one. Panting, she collapsed into the bed bonelessly, his hot steely length still inside her. His body came down over her, a crushing, delicious weight, the fan of his breath warm against her spine. And with his blood on her lips, his energy inside her, the greater portion of the clawing hunger tearing her up eased. She was more content than she'd been in weeks. But something was still missing. Letting out a weak growl, drained, she lay staring up at the ceiling when she envisioned Snape's face. And she slept.

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"You're hot for it," he mused, his voice husky. She shook her head in fierce denial, her hair brushing her cheeks in soft strokes. "No?" His hand slid around her to inch up her stomach and ribs. Warm fingers closed unerringly over one nipple, testing, caressing, teasing through her bra. She stifled a sob as his touch grew firmer until he was rolling and twisting the aroused peak between thumb and forefinger. "What about now?"