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 20

Several days later Hermione was beginning to feel trapped. Every time she left her room, when she left her room, she had to use an invisibility spell for fear of encountering him again- and avoid all major areas of the castle. Paranoia ruled her. Memory too. No matter where she went it was haunted by recollections of him and their passion. So she stopped going out. And her creature hated her for it, trying to claw for control again; scratching at the corners of her mind, banging against its cage. It didn't understand security measures.

But it did understand violence- which was why she locked herself in the Room of Requirement for most of each day. As long as she kept her mind off Snape… Severus. Her cursed blood fired up even just thinking his name, heart picking up speed and body flushing with arousal. Too late. She could almost picture his sardonic smirk and mocking gaze as she crawled back to him, practically begging him to take her again and ease the pain. 'Unable to resist my charms after all, little lioness? Well, you're going to have to do better than that after your speech the other night.' Her second, final [?] rejection. Insert some random, quite embarrassing act that she'd probably do all too willingly. Hermione winced.

She'd die before she let that happen. No matter how he looked with that lean, muscled form leaning casually against the wall. No matter those oh-so-capable long fingered hands tapping a rhythm on the stone and making her think dirty things. No matter how tempting those dark, silky locks that fell to shade his pale, patrician features and sensually curved lips that pronounced her fate. She groaned, just imagining what those lips and hands could do. If she begged nicely… "Stop!" She ordered herself. But it came out sounding breathy. A tremulous cry for mercy.

And only reminded her more of him fucking her, pulling out just enough to tease her, holding back her release as his mouth brushed her ear. 'Beg for me Hermione. Let me hear how much you want it." Her thighs clenched tighter together at the sudden dampness there, and the sigh turned into a whimper. She needed to cool down. Fast. Before she went running to him and pleading as she feared she would. Frustrated, she kicked off her shoes, then her pants. She needed a bath. Maybe that would ease some of the infuriating tension. But as she started to peel of her shirt, her hands ran over her breasts.

Licking her lips, she couldn't help but remember how good it had just felt when he had done that exact thing. And she grew wet again at the thought of his hands on her. Removing her undergarments just presented a more serious problem. Because she could easily imagine a lovers' tongue in place of her fingers. So her mind brought up the visualization- him, with his face buried against her stomach, licking and kissing and sliding lower. Then she imagined she felt him gently sucking on her clit… and as she touched herself there she thought of his tongue, his lips covering her. She thought of him pressing his tongue down hard onto her clit and recalled things he'd said to her, her excitement growing.

She heard herself speaking aloud, as if he were there to hear her. Her eyes closed tightly as she re-created this fantasy of him. Or rather, remembered a previous night with him. A kiss, a slight touch, had been all it took. She'd wanted him badly in that moment, and right then she could tell he wanted her too. His hands, both times, so knowledgeable as they maneuvered them over her body. Her body had been his for the taking and he knew it. Knew only he could ignite the kind of passion she'd long yearned for. His tongue, wet and warm, had caressed her thighs as she'd wrapped her legs loosely around his neck and rested them on his back, propped up against the wall.

His tongue had flicked over her clit as his finger traced the outer lines of her lips. Slowly, he'd slid one finger into her and she pushed down hard onto his tongue and his finger. Then he'd added another, and another, giving her the most wonderful sensations. But she'd needed more. Always more. Drawing his fingers away and stepping back, she'd licked her lips, "I want your cock. Now." And that's all it took then too. They quickly shifted themselves and she took hold of his cock, guiding it into her wet, hot pussy. The rush she felt as he thrust his cock into her was incredible. It didn't matter how many times she'd felt his cock enter her then, or how many she'd felt ever, each time with him brought an indescribable rush. And her body, responding as it always did to him, arched up to meet him. Always him.

She'd placed her legs against his chest as he held her thighs, and she squeezed her inner muscles together, tightening her grip around him pleasurably. Looking up at him, she could see the joy expressed on his face, and she relived that look now. Hermione loved the way his cock felt inside of her, completely hard, full and thick as his balls slammed against her clit- Their bodies melded into one as the perfect rhythm was set. Over and over, he'd pushed deeply inside of her then pulled almost out before repeating. Each time with more force, each time causing her body to want more. She felt his hardness plunge one last time, and she sensed that an orgasm was near, so she bit her lips as if the momentary pain could hold it off. The picture of his eyes clenched shut, his head tilted back as he released into her, body shaking…

The feel of his hands digging into her thighs and holding her in place... A moan escaped her. Such thoughts were dangerous. Like how once his body had relaxed a little, he pulled his cock out and began to rub it against her. Her legs, still pressed onto his chest, had opened more for him. As he'd rubbed his cock up and down her slit, he began to stiffen again. He'd spread her open further with his cock and pressed it hard against her clit. He held his cock with one hand and slapped it gently against her clit, a little harder and faster each time, the wet slapping sounds strangely erotic. With each touch her clit had pulsed, swelling further with arousal, and she'd angled her hips, arching upwards as he rested on top of her and thrust back in. Oh how that had made her scream… She shivered.

Now she wanted to be fucked again. But she knew it wasn't possible, wasn't logical. So she decided that it was time to make her way to the bath room at last. A long, leisurely bath was to be her next indulgence. She sat on the edge of the tub, started the water and reached for one of her new favorite scents. The sandalwood. She added it to the bath water and took a moment just to enjoy the aroma, then lit several candles and turned off the lights. It was a relaxing touch. Hermione clipped her now waist length hair up and lowered herself into the silky, bubbling water. As her body sank into the almost too hot water, and her mind sank further into the deep black nothingness of relaxation, she found herself thinking about him again.

The way his voice sounds when he got excited, the catch of his breath when she did something that pleased him. Her whole body was soon flushed pink, both from the heat of the water and her desire, and steam rose in wisps around her. Her hair cascaded down her back in a soft, slippery honeyed waterfall, sticking to her shoulders and neck as she rested her head against the back wall. The warmth of the perfumed water felt wonderful against her skin as she stretched her legs out all the way, sliding under. And her legs parted subconsciously, enough to allow the water full access. The smoothness of the sudsy water was just what she needed.

Swallowing and almost unable to believe her actions, her fingers began to drift over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts lightly before one parted her lower lips a bit, just barely touching her clit. She wanted the release too bad. And it responded immediately as it was exposed to the touch of the water, swollen and needing to be soothed. She slowly pulled one knee out of the water and rested it against the wall, loving the way her clit felt as she rolled her fingers over it. Her eyes closed while she increased the pressure and the speed, continuing to massage one breast. Then her fingers rapidly hit against her clit and she was completely lost in the moment as the quivers of orgasm starting to run through her.

Eyes still closed, she dragged a washcloth out from the corner rack and over her body, shivers running up and down her spine when the material grazed her sensitized nipples. Biting her lip, she rubbed her breasts harder with the cloth and a sharp pang of pleasure coursed through her, making her moan involuntarily and her legs spread more instinctively. She could even, almost, feel his hands sliding up her stomach and over her breasts, catching the hardening nipples in the bends of his thumbs. He'd squeeze gently, teasingly, making her body shudder, and that made her whimper in reality. Opening her eyes to see nothing, she instead pictured eyes wild with desire looking into hers- the look that told her he was fighting the urge to just shove his cock into her as deep as he could.

By this time her hands found more places that needed touching, and her relaxed muscles were quickly turning back into tight, blazing hot nerve centers that made her want to all-out scream. Thoughts still concentrated on him, the phantom Severus was now in front of her as she sat on the edge of the tub, his hand wrapping around her ankle and pushing her foot up so that her heel was resting against the wall. She felt a wave of heat pass over her body at the mere thought of him looking at her pink, shaved mound as if studying her, and in turn felt herself drip in a different manner. This wasn't working. Toweling herself off quickly, she went to lay on her bed, spreading out.

Imagining one invisible finger touching her just at the opening of her core, she gasped sharply as it ran up her slippery smooth skin and just over her clit. And before she had time to react, she felt a whisper of breath on her a second before his invisible mouth covered her, devouring hungrily. Hermione's body jerked and a low, throaty moan escaped as she felt his tongue slip from her clit to the tight opening below. He pushed gently, and moved the tip of his tongue inside as his eyes met mine. And she knew at that moment that she was going to die a slow, wonderful death the way her body was burning from his mouth.

Then suddenly the sensation stopped, and her mouth was covered by his, causing her to his back- a deep, desperate response. Quickly he bucked his hips against her and just like that, his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her. Her fingers started to move faster and faster over her clit as she thought about him pushing inside her, pulling out and then pushing to get deeper. Strong hands seemed to grasp her hips and pull her closer, and she could almost hear the slapping sounds that their bodies made as her phantom started to ram into her hard. The gentleness and the tenderness with which he'd been touching her just minutes before was completely forgotten.

The mattress started to creak as she shifted restlessly, legs both kicking the covers off and drawing them closer, the light brushes against her tender skin reminding her of the way the brush of his body teased hers as he fucked her. Her pussy started to tighten around her fingers... his cock. She could imagine masculine groans, breathing shallow and almost labored, thrusts becoming rhythmic and frantic. The feel of a rock hard cock pounding into her, almost hurting her. And when she tensed with the beginnings of a climax, it felt like she was burning from the inside too. Her body began to contract and unwind rapidly, the walls of her tight channel squeezing her fingers hard...

And she cried out his name as her body exploded with wave after wave of orgasm, still feeling him inside her, still pumping in and out, still shooting every last drop of his release into her. Then slowly she dropped back onto the bed, clit still throbbing as she sank into the soft cotton sheets. Her eyes closing again, she let her hand fall away from my body, and the sudden coolness of the room enveloped as her consciousness floated back to her on a cloud. After a few minutes, her breathing regulated and her heart beating hard but slower, she opened her eyes and in the moment could almost see him laying there beside her with that slow, sexy grin. His voice echoed in the empty air and she shivered.

She really needed a shrink. One experienced with magical delusions. She stayed there for a while, almost drifting off to sleep until the sound of the heavy window slamming itself shut from the pressure of the air stirred her. So she sighed and rolled over, propping herself up on one elbow, and her mind began to entertain thoughts of what her next indulgence might same breath of relief was also a sigh of disappointment because she felt like she was betraying her long control over arousal. A lifetime, before the events of the last two months too place. The fact that it got this way almost every time she thought of him, that she couldn't moderate her reactions, both scared and disturbed her. Desire so strong it could cause her body to tremble, yet one that also exhausted all the rage and stress going on in her mind.

For a few hours at least. But now the cravings were starting to come back. Doing it herself just didn't work the same, obviously. The last day or so she got very aroused, very easily. It was like all the barriers suddenly opened up and all the cumulated stimulation she got over the course of that week [where she thought she had peace] suddenly hit her all at once. And it hadn't ended with the moment shared with Severus, or just now. So she used a dildo this time, slowly teasing herself by pushing it in and out. She squirmed and carefully tried to keep pace slow, even though it was completely the opposite of what her body wanted. Last bits of enjoyment for being in control of everything.

She breathed heavily while every muscle in her body seemed to tense in anticipation of every push. She wanted an extra hand to handle the vibrator and let her concentrate on only the feelings, but had to make due. Pushing vibrator all way in, she finally turned it on and left it there while she brought her right hand to her clitoris, slowly starting to massage there. Her hand was soon well lubricated from her own juices, and she straightened her legs, feeling her whole body tighten. Voiceless moans come out of her mouth. She was already close again but still wanted to build it up even more. So she stilled her hand and ran it through her hair, grasping and pulling until it hurt pleasurably, imaging someone else was doing it as they fucked her.

She slid her left hand down and rubbed vigorously, getting closer and closer to the powerful orgasm that she wanted, anticipating as if it could free her from this torturous state of wanting. Then she came, exploding. Violently. She threw herself backwards on the bed, eyes open but unseeing It wasn't only small and quick warmth or relief, but something that took my mind completely away from everything, and she was thankful. Laying with all her limbs stretched out, Hermione felt the orgasm pulsing and then slowly fading away, with her muscles relaxing completely. The air felt cool on her sweat covered skin and was a great relief.

A sigh escaped her at finally getting rid of all the tension that had built over the last day. A sigh of relief and a tiny bit of disappointment. Disappointment because the climax always went by too fast and never seemed to be enough. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the afterglow anyway, still trembling with a slight ache of muscles, but quieting down more and more. It was worth the ache and tenderness of flesh that made even the touch of the blankets almost too much. She didn't even have the energy to curse the wet patch on the sheets under her, just moving to the side. Just being there, safe and comfortable in her room without the added stress people brought, was all she needed.

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She could almost imagine their life force flooding her mouth, rushing through her teeth and over her tongue, its warm nectar sliding down the back of her throat… Saliva pooled in her mouth. Hermione couldn't resist any longer. She took a step forward, kicking a third pack member out of the way to get to Harry.