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 18
Hermione lay in her bed, wracked with shudders. She'd given in. again. How had he so easily blown apart her shields and gotten under her skin? How could he make her crave so desperately? The ceiling she'd been staring at for the last four hours offered no answers. And the worst part was, she still wanted him. Her skin burned, even hotter than her average one hundred-plus- degrees. Her skin still glowed with perspiration, heart still raced, breath still came in quick pants. It was torture, but it was sweet too. Because it made her feel more alive. She'd never felt so alive as she felt after she'd been with him, or even around him. It was both fortunate and unfortunate right then, when she was torn by pride and regret for what she'd said. Now she couldn't sleep.
"I hate you." Those last words were spoken, a reflection of the ones she'd uttered so recently. He'd sent her beyond the point where her crazy imagination would normally go. She'd willfully told him what she'd thought of him tonight. Slipping as usual between those cool borrowed sheets, a restful breath helped to settle her heavy head into the pillow. "Hermione, please…" The few words he'd whispered resonated in the empty space as she shifted and twisted uncomfortably. The pajamas selected for the night were not comfy enough- yea, that was it. It wasn't her guilty conscious. So she twisted out of the pajamas. And there she lay naked. The cool covers kept her feeing safe amid the houseful of strangers outside her walls.
But his voice continued through her mind. Turning her head, hoping to drown it out, her hands brushed over her bare breasts. Instantly hardened nipples poked through the spaces between her fingers. Licking her lips, she thought of relief from the stress and frustration. Closing the gaps between her fingers and cupping her breasts brought on the inference of his hands squeezing her tender nipples, but it was just what she needed. Oddly, his imagined voice commanded her through her next motions. But this she didn't mind. Suddenly the memory of his voice asking what she had on was just enough to get her started. And the guilt faded under the flow of desire.
Hands in a comfortable place kept the following massage active in such a way that she forgot they were not his hands. Through the night hours, thoughts of him kept her company. And maddened her at the same time, still hating that he made her feel but unable to stop the passion his memory evoked. Peaceful breezes pushed through the cracked window and teased her bare skin as it poked out from under the blankets. Her leg wrapped out from under the sheets and allowed the air to find a path up to her slightly moistened pussy. A different kind of stimulating sensation kept her aware of all her feelings. She wanted him there beside her, stroking her hair, pulling her hair and keeping her excited.
One hand slowly traced the curves of her body until it reached her inner thigh. A slow approach to touching herself made her fingertips withdraw as soon as she felt her silken tuft. Attention to her pulsating breasts waned as she glided her second hand lower along her smooth curvy body. Parting her lips and lifting her knee landed the breeze right where she wanted it. His breath, she whispered as she moaned through a closed mouth. The vibrations on the inside of her closed mouth brought on a fantasy of his presence between these same cool sheets. Her fingertips secured a spot between her legs.
One hand parted the garnet lips and the other made way to the sweet wetness. Gentle methodical stroking and petting matched the pressure she put at the base of her clit. She treated it with a similar approach as to a cock and wondered if he'd experience the same feeling. Again, his voice passed into her fantasy telling her how he'd lick her and pleasure her with his knowing tongue. The taste of her was described in such a delectable way. With the lips of her mouth pressed together, she felt her tongue flicking at the inside of her mouth. Wondering if this would be what she'd feel if it were his on her lower lips... His mouth had always fascinated her. She envisioned it now in her fantasy, sensual lips pursed together, ready brush over her skin or her hot, waiting lips.
With that thought, she glided her hand further until she could feel the new wetness that begged for more attention. The rubbing and stroking mimicked the motions she'd have been applying to him. Everything she imagined he'd enjoy was equally enjoyable to her and she continued. Moaning of his name out loud was enhancing her thrill. While one hand remained on her clit, the other shifted along her belly up to her breasts, pinched and tweaked her perky nipples. They were stiff enough that she could feel them through the crisp white cool sheet that was soon to cover her. When those nipples had enough stimulating, she slid her hand stealthily down to her pussy again, stroking and petting and caressed her belly back to her breasts.
All the time, her other hand maintained momentum in her slit, pressing and dipping and stroking and dipping and pressing and rubbing in various intensities and varied sequence. Those resounding visions of him kept her fantasy alive. The words commanding him how to touch her were followed through by her own touches. She moaned his name and called to him ecstatically as her hands followed through with her requests of him. Forgetting she was actually in bed alone, she reached her arm to the side beneath the covers and felt around for him. All she felt was a hard piece of something. Her eyes opened wide, forgetting that was there.
Once her hand wrapped around it securely, her eyes closed gently and she brought it closer to her chest. It lay between her breasts as she decided whether to turn it on. The feel was close to a cock lying there. One switch to test the power brought the visual back. Her hands shifted again to the south. This time, her toy accompanied the motion. She remembered some vague coaching and tried it out to get started. Everything he said to do was working. It brought the memory of his scent back to her. It brought the vision of those lips back to her. It brought his voice, his body, his everything back to her and after several slow strokes against her entire sex with the entire length, she pressed that small button and the vibrations rang clear along her slit.
She "heard" him say dip now and then. As the toy shimmied along and pulsated on command, she listened to him and dipped. The first dip got a gasp and a yelp of pleasure from her. In seconds, she had to switch it off to regain composure and settle the feelings. It all worked too well and she wanted it to linger. The sounds were muffled beneath the heavy comforter and the visions were heightened by her full memory of him. At this point in time though, she was able to handle it all alone. The feel of each shift in intensity of her toy was keeping her overly excited. The memorable sound of him coaching her through the steps in a previous encounter kept her going with what the steps should be now.
In and out slowly, pressure and dipping and the wetness that helped to glide it where it needed to go brought her closer and closer. He had a different experience of sensations and thought she should just press on, and glide on, and rub on through a magnificent orgasm and into the next and the next. Tonight, she tried it. And from someplace deep within her, a voice let out a scream of a moan that somehow had underlying tones carrying his name and a word… 'Love.' And she had no more issue with sleep that night.
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"A test?" She all but squeaked, hitting a wall and realizing she had nowhere else to go. "Yes," he murmured, dangerously nearer, fingers capturing one soft curl and releasing it to spring around her face. "To see if you truly are done with me." His lips were just a hairsbreadth from hers and her heart stopped, feeling every puff of breath.