Chapter 14 ~ A Change of Approach
As Severus backed Hermione into her bedroom, his lips locked to hers, his mind was going a thousand kilometers a second. The witch had agreed to give them a month's trial as lovers. The wizard realized that he needed to alter his cynical approach to sex if he wanted to keep the witch. Even if he didn't believe in the necessity for romance, Hermione did. The Potions Master was quite adaptable…he had spent years playing a role for Voldemort, and there were times he had been polyjuiced and had to adopt the mannerisms of the person he was impersonating. He had to be convincing, and since he never was discovered, obviously he had the ability to step into another role.
Severus also knew that Hermione was hot and frustrated enough to blow a torch after all those failed attempts at intimacy. The romantic approach probably wasn't necessary at this point. The witch was most likely ready to strip down and buck up. Going slow and easy would probably be more like torture at this point. And that appealed to the Potions Master. She wanted the "Miles" treatment eh? Then that's what she would get until her pussy was dancing the cha-cha and she was begging for it. Then he would give it to her. Repeatedly.
Hermione instinctively turned her body toward the bed, completely absorbed in the Potions Master's hungry kiss, his tongue lazily winding around her own, his hard body moving against hers. Yet, Severus corrected her direction, turning her and backing her against a clear portion of the wall, removing his arms from around her, pulling his body back and breaking the kiss. The wizard placed both hands on either side of the witch, who looked up at him with heated eyes.
"What are you doing?" she asked him huskily, desire making her voice raw.
"Taking time, Hermione. I don't want to 'steamroll' over you," he said silkily, making a reference to her earlier comment.
"But, I want to be steamrolled," she said softly, pressing her pelvis against him. The wizard gently pushed her back against the wall with one hand.
"You've already told me what you want witch," he said to her softly. He kissed her forehead. "Chaste kisses…slow build-up."
Hermione's eyes went half-lidded as Severus pressed his lips to her forehead.
"You want tenderness," he crooned, kissing one eyelid, then the other. He lowered his hand and caressed her side, running it over her waist and hip, down her thigh and back up.
"You want caresses," he breathed, kissing her nose, then her cheeks as he slowly brought his other hand up and again swept down the witch's side. He briefly skimmed her lips, kissing her chin instead as Hermione pursed her mouth, wanting contact. Severus moved to her ear, his warm breath washing over the delicate shell.
"You want to be told you are beautiful," the wizard whispered, "You are. You want to be told you make me wild with desire. You do."
Severus moved back to Hermione's mouth, capturing her lips in his, sucking on them, pulling at them gently as if tasting them. He didn't deepen the kiss, but teasingly brushed over them, Hermione doing her best to make the wizard do more as his hands slowly and rhythmically caressed her sides. Hermione wanted him to move to more intimate, aching places on her body, but he didn't. He continued to kiss her in the same manner, every liplock stoking the witch's flame higher until she was practically writhing before him.
"Severus," she gasped between kisses.
"Yes, Hermione?" he replied, still capturing her lips in that maddening manner.
"Do something," she hissed.
The wizard pulled away from her mouth and looked down at her, fighting a smirk. So the witch thought she knew what she wanted from him.
"I am doing as you asked, Hermione. Don't you like it, witch?" he asked her silkily, his dark eyes resting on her upturned face. A sheen of perspiration covered it, and he kissed her forehead again, licking his licks and savoring the slight saltiness of her sweat.
"Yes, I like it but…but I need more," she said softly, missing his fiery attack now.
In response, Severus slowly ran his hand over her breast and squeezed its fullness softly. Hermione let out a very sexy moan that shot straight to the wizard's loins. He let out a little grunt at the throb, but remained in control.
"More like that?" he asked her.
"Yes," Hermione breathed, looking at him through her lashes.
Severus returned to the same taunting kisses, this time caressing the witch's breasts through her t-shirt, flicking his thumbs over her nipples until they stood on point, puckered peaks beneath the white cotton fabric. Hermione was making kittenish sounds as the Potions Masters lips moved over her mouth, face and throat. He was driving her crazy…not giving her enough. Hermione stuck her tongue out and Severus jerked his head back, looking at her pink tongue, unable to hide his smirk of victory.
"You're moving too fast witch," he breathed.
"You're not moving fast enough!" Hermione complained, launching herself off the wall, wrapping her arms around the wizard's waist and pulling him against her.
"Oh Merlin," she breathed as she felt the wizard's huge erection against her belly through his robes.
She wriggled against him, and Severus hissed, trying his best not to press his pelvis into her curvaceous, undulating body.
"Hermione, you are acting like a little wanton," he said to her, his face contorting slightly as the witch ground herself against him unabashedly. "What would 'Miles' say about all this forwardness? What about tenderness? Gentleness? The romantic preludes that you want us to indulge in?"
For a moment, Hermione wanted to say "Fuck Miles" but that might negate everything she said to the wizard. No doubt he'd take advantage of the situation if she gave him an opportunity. He was a Slytherin to the core.
"I want you more like yourself," she said softly, trying to get around the "Miles" issue.
Hermione needed the 'randy, lusty, overpowering wizard' right now. The Severus that accosted her in the hallway and lab, the Potions Master whose sexuality dripped off his body like sweat.
"No. I have to practice being gentle and thorough," Severus replied, trying to untwine her arms. "Practice my chaste kisses and careful caresses. I only have a month to get it right, witch."
Hermione let out a little frustrated growl as the wizard managed to break her hold on him and held her at arms length, his black eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and mirth. He was purposely tormenting her. He knew how she was feeling. Damn him.
"Then at least let's get out of some of these clothes. I feel so…confined," she said to him, still trying to press forward.
The wizard looked at her consideringly, then released her and pulled out his wand.
"All right," Severus said, pointing his wand at her. "But only because you insist, witch. I still say you are moving much too fast."
Hermione scowled at him in exasperation. He was turning her words around.
"Divesto," the Potions Master said, removing her t-shirt and trousers, leaving her in her white cotton bra and knickers. Then he turned the wand on himself.
"Divesto," he said again. His robes, shoes and socks disappeared, leaving him in his white button-up shirt and trousers.
Hermione's eyebrows rose at first, then furrowed as she looked at the still mostly dressed wizard.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked him, furious.
Severus actually grinned at her.
"Keeping my intentions…honorable. I will be chaste if you will not," he replied.
Hermione stared at Severus a moment. His trousers were hugely tented. He wanted her now…she knew it, but he was being purposely obstinate and uncooperative…though he pretended he was giving her what she asked him for.
"You're not supposed to be chaste. You're going to fuck me for gods' sakes," Hermione spat at him.
"Yes I am. But chastely," he smirked at her.
Hermione took a deep breath, then lunged at the Potions Master, surprising the wizard and with her arms around his waist, drove both of them back until the wizard toppled into the bed. She climbed on top of him and kissed him, sliding her body over his hungrily.
Severus lay there with his arms up in the air, not touching the witch as she possessed his mouth and writhed against him. He loved it of course. No witch had ever done this to him. For all intents and purposes Hermione had attacked him and was now attempting to ravish him.
Severus found he liked being ravished by a pretty, randy witch. Her hair covered his entire head and he was deluged with in jasmine, soft lips and tongue. Suddenly Hermione stopped kissing him and sat up, her legs straddling his waist as she began to unbutton his shirt. Severus let his arms drop to the bed and leveled his eyes on the witch, who was staring at his buttons intently as she opened one after the other.
"This is hardly romantic, Hermione…tackling me like a bruiser, taking me to the bed, forcing your kisses on me and now taking off my shirt," he said to her quietly.
"Clothes," she breathed.
"What?" the wizard responded as Hermione shifted down. She was sitting directly on the bulge in his trousers and he could feel the heat of her core through the fabric.
"I am taking off your clothes," the witch said in a low voice, reaching for his cuffs.
Severus lay there rather submissively as she undid his shirt at the wrists, which was another first for the wizard. He had never given a witch this much power. But he found it amusing as well as arousing. Hermione was certainly hot for him…or for what he could give her. At this point, Severus was aware that the witch was in such a state that any wizard who could give her a satisfying sexual experience would probably receive the same treatment. Severus had to change that. He had to make the witch crave him and only him.
He had planned to bugger Hermione, but now decided against it in case she didn't take to it too well. After the month was up, and he had her…then he could break her in. Suddenly the wizard gasped as he felt Hermione's small, warm hands run over his pale chest slowly and down over the tight muscles of him abs, stopping short of the top of his trousers. Her eyes were like liquid flames as she looked down at his pale, lean and sinewed body.
"I never knew you looked like this under your robes," she said as if hypnotized. "I always thought you were…skinny and a little flabby…you know…had an old man's body."
Severus scowled.
"I am only in my early forties, eighteen years older than you witch," he said evenly. "I'm not even close to middle age yet. Even then I doubt if I will get a 'paunch.' I keep my body in good shape. I work out…I run…I eat right. Old man's body indeed."
Hermione looked at him.
"You can't blame me for thinking that. You're always covered up from head to toe, and snark around Hogwarts with the attitude of an old grouch, always scowling. You act like you're one hundred instead of forty-three," she said.
"I don't fuck like I'm one hundred," the wizard thought, looking up at the scantily-clad witch. "Body of an old man, eh? All right witch."
Hermione felt him throb against her core and she instinctively ground down against him. Severus almost grabbed the witch, but controlled himself with an effort, his arms still resting on the bed, though his hands clenched a bit in reaction. Hermione continued to stare down at his chest, licking her lips unconsciously. Gods, she looked delicious in her bra and knickers, her nipples puckered through the fabric, her curling hair slung around her shoulders wildly.
"Are you going to stare at me or remove my shirt?" the wizard said, trying to hide the impatience in his voice. "I feel a draft."
He lay limp as Hermione pulled one arm out of the sleeve, then the other, parting his shirt wide, then sliding down further and looking at the fastener on his trousers.
"That's one big bulge, Severus," she breathed.
"The better to fuck you with," he breathed back before he could catch himself.
"That's not a very romantic statement," Hermione chided him as she began to work on his trousers. Severus watched her small hands tug at the fastener, then open his trousers. It was quite erotic.
"It is your fault the romance flew out of the turret window. You are little more than a female masher, Hermione Granger. You say one thing and do another," the wizard replied tightly as Hermione rose and grabbed the bottom of his trouser legs and yanked hard, trying to get them off of him.
Severus didn't make it easy as Hermione jerked his trousers roughly back and forth like a dog shakes a rat. Finally they slid down over his hips and she pulled them off, panting a little from her efforts, Severus' black eyes leveled on her in amusement. Now all he wore were boxers, and they were highly ballooned. The way the witch was acting toward him was very, very arousing. He could even see himself playing sexual games with her.
"Whew," she said, climbing back on top of the wizard. She kissed him hungrily again and Severus let her have her way with him, not participating any further than accepting her kiss. Finally she pulled back from him.
"Damn it, Severus, I want you to do something? Not lay there like a flubberworm," Hermione complained.
"Flubberworms have no hard parts. As you can clearly feel, I do," the wizard replied, bucking his hips a little so his cock pressed into her prone body.
"Your hard parts aren't doing much now," Hermione said, agitated. Severus could smell her arousal strongly. The witch had no idea how hard it was for him to hold back.
"What about romance? Tenderness? Gentleness? Taking time with you. I have to work on those aspects of my sexual technique if I hope to keep you, witch," he said, his mouth quirking.
Suddenly Hermione rolled on to her back and pulled the wizard on top of her.
"I've decided you can work on them later," she said, pulling his head down and giving Severus another hot, hungry kiss, her hands sliding over his back and buttocks insistently pulling at him.
A small growl emitted from the back of the wizard's throat at the witch's response as he pulled away from her kiss. He ground his cock against Hermione lustfully, his black eyes blazing down at her. She groaned and pulled on him harder as the crotch of her knickers were coated in lubrication..
"As you wish, witch," he purred.
After all, that was exactly what he'd been waiting to hear.
Severus pressed into Hermione, his black eyes taking in her reaction, her need, the witch's hands moving insistently over his pale body.
"So you've decided you don't need a "Miles" witch?" he asked her, rubbing his fabric encased cock between her thighs, the heat and wetness from the crotch of her knickers wetting the black silk of his boxers.
"I just need you," Hermione moaned. "Now, Severus."
The wizard chuckled darkly for a moment, then looked down at Hermione soberly as he moved against her, reveling in her sloe-eyed lust. Gods, this was going to be so good.
"It won't be like the first time, witch. You are no longer a virgin…I intend to put you through the paces," Severus purred, working his body against hers.
"Paces," Hermione repeated, her head lolling side to side. "Do it. Do anything you want…just…just relieve me. Please."
"I'll relieve you, witch. Believe that," the Potions Master hissed, rolling to the side of the witch, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. Her full puckered breasts tumbled out, and the wizard slid down so he could suckle first one then the other as he slipped his hands beneath the elastic of her knickers and slid them partway down over her thighs.
"Oh gods," Hermione groaned as she felt Severus' hot mouth moving over her breasts and his hands sliding over her hips, hooking her knickers and drawing them down. She started to shift her legs up so he could remove them, but the wizard left them lowered around her thighs.
"What are you…ooh!" the witch gasped as Severus' fingers slipped between her labia and began to manipulate her core expertly, spreading her wetness and flicking over her clit.
Severus stared at her, watching her reaction as his fingers were covered in her juices. He played with the witch a while, under she was begging him for more…then he slipped two fingers inside of the witch, mashing her clit with his thumb.
He had barely begun to move them when suddenly Hermione went hot, stiffened and let out a shriek, clenching and orgasming around his digits, her hot flow washing over his hand.
Severus quickly removed his hand, slid down the bed, lifted the witch's legs, then buttocks, her knickers still around her thighs, and rolled the witch almost into a ball. He then grabbed her ankles to hold her in place, lowered his head and plunged his tongue into her pussy, capturing Hermione's sweet release.
Hermione squealed and tried to grab at the wizard, but the way he had her, she couldn't reach him, so her arms flailed wildly on the bed and she shrieked as the wizard sucked, licked and kissed her pussy, drawing out all of her essence, his supple tongue and soft lips driving the witch wild.
"Severus!" she cried out, her voice quaking.
Sated, the Potions Master lifted his head.
"You called, witch?" he replied, licking his lips, still holding her by the ankles.
Hermione couldn't answer him, and the wizard looked down at her very accessible core. His black eyes drifted back up to the folded witch, then he rose to his knees and shuffled close to her, lowering the front of his boxers and pulling out his long, thick cock. He rubbed the head of it over Hermione clit, breathing deeply. Hermione let out a little cry.
"This is the point at which your other would-be lovers failed, isn't it witch?" he asked her, his voice raw, pressing forward and letting his shaft slide back and forth between Hermione's labia. The witch was groaning.
"Please, Severus…gods," Hermione begged him.
"You want this, do you Hermione? Feel how hard I am," he teased her, rubbing harder.
"Damn you, Severus! Stop playing with me!" the witch cried out brokenly,
The wizard pulled her legs up a bit, then slipped off her knickers, bringing them to his nose for a moment then inhaling deeply.
"Delicious," he breathed, still holding both of the witch's legs up and together. Penetrating her this way would make her already tight sleeve that much tighter. Both of their pleasure would be increased.
Severus tossed Hermione's knickers on the floor, then rested both of her legs against his right shoulder. He grasped his cock and placed the head of it against her entrance and hesitated.
Hermione lay there waiting. She could feel the Potions Master place his thick head against her…and also his hesitance.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, her voice high as she feared the worst. Both Miles and Georgio had hesitated this way when they tried to enter her.
The wizard didn't answer.
"Oh gods, not again," Hermione wailed, "Isn't it working, is it Severus?"
The Potions Master smirked. He just had to tease the witch once more.
"You tell me, witch," he responded, sliding his full length inside Hermione with a hiss as her heat and tightness wrapped around him.
The witch let out a sound something between cry and a groan, biting her lower lip and looking up at the wizard as if he were the most beautiful creature on earth as she felt his huge cock impale her, the long, hard slide of his thick shaft and sharp check the head against her cervix. Hermione believed she had never felt anything more exquisite, more satisfying than the throbbing fullness of Severus' organ deep inside her.
"You beautiful, beautiful wizard," Hermione gasped up at him, her eyes hot and hungry.
Severus leaned on one hand, and looked down at her. His mouth quirked slightly at her little passionate outburst. He bet after all that frustration he was indeed the most beautiful wizard in the world to the witch right now.
"I've found in situations like this, witch, my cock does wonders for my looks," he said silkily.
Severus pulled back, bit his lip and gave her another hard, deep stroke, his black eyes on Hermione's face as she buckled and groaned in bliss.
"Good, isn't it witch?" he purred as she pulsed around him.
"Yessss…but," the witch gasped.
The wizard knew what Hermione wanted.
"Yes, but it's not enough," he agreed, taking one of her legs and resting it on his other shoulder and without withdrawing, falling forward on his hands, hissing as the angle of his penetration changed. Now Hermione's thighs lay open and spread, his cock embedded in her petite body. Severus looked down and saw his thick pale shaft inserted between Hermione's thighs, glistening and let out a growl. He looked up at her.
"It's time to be fucked properly," Severus said in a low voice, his body tensing, dark eyes becoming darker. "When I am finished with you witch, you will want nor need any other wizard. I will be everything you desire and more. Now, become mine, Hermione Granger."
The Potions Master raised his hips, hesitated as Hermione looked up at him, her lips parted and eyes glistening with need, then began to piston in and out of the witch, driving his cock into her deep and hard, adjusting his angle and pummeling her hungrily, his face contorted with pleasure and concentration as he stared down at her jerking body, her breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically, her cries matching his downstroke as his loins slapped against her loudly. .
Severus closed his eyes, Hermione's tight sleeve accepting him over and over, surrounding his cock in velvet bliss, wet, soft, deep as her voice rolled over him, wracked with passion, ache and surrender. His back locked and he fucked her harder as if trying to dig a way inside the screaming witch. Sweat rolled down his spine, pooling in the small of his back then splashing over the side to wet Hermione's hips and buttocks.
The witch was glowing with a sheen of her own, straining to meet Severus' onslaught, the delicious pounding ache of his possession lifting her toward liberty, toward release, each eager, questing stroke adding pressure and strength to the growing ball of pleasure inside her, swelling it, enlarging it until it was bigger than both of them
And Severus' eyes as he looked down on her, gods his eyes were so deep, hard black diamonds…jewels of onyx, flashing their dark, passionate light, his pale body flexing, flowing over her, inside of her, claiming her…pulling her into his universe, his darkness surrounding her, entering her just as surely as his cock entered her over and over, finding that answering darkness deep inside the witch's very soul as she cried his name.
"Yes, witch, yes," the wizard groaned as he watched her approach the pinnacle, felt her tightening around his plunging tool. "Let go. Bathe me."
Severus dropped down, locking his lips to hers and driving into the witch uncontrollably as Hermione cried out into his mouth, stiffening then gushing, orgasming around him, the wizard gasping in reaction as she boiled over him. He pulled away from her mouth, staring down at her, letting the silk of his voice flow over her
"I caused that," he breathed down at the orgasming witch, her amber eyes focused on some faraway place as pleasure claimed her, her legs straining on the wizard's shoulders, her toes curling "I can always make you feel this way, Hermione."
The witch couldn't respond as she quaked beneath Severus' lean body, her eyes still unfocused…but she heard him.
"Not too bad for an 'old man,'" he added, taking Hermione's legs off his shoulders and shifting behind her, lifting up her leg and entering her from behind, the witch groaning as she felt him slide back inside her.
"Now, I believe I owe you one hundred lashes, or in this case…strokes…one for each year of age you say I act. Shall we begin?" Severus asked the dazed witch silkily, locking his arms around her waist and holding her steady.
The Potions Master placed his mouth near Hermione's ear, pulled back and plunged his cock into her, the witch letting out a sharp cry at his ardor. He began to stroke her.
"One…two…two and a half…three…three and a quarter…" he breathed, his eyes closed in pleasure as he stroked on count, burying himself up to his balls in the witch, caressing her breasts as he did so.
It was going to take him a while to get to one hundred.
"Oh gods, Severus…oh dear gods," Hermione gasped as the wizard continued stroking and counting. He was cheating of course, drawing out the numbers to get beyond the maximum amount of thrusts.
"Shhh, witch…don't distract me," he whispered to Hermione, his lips tickling her lobe, "you'll make me lose count, then I will have to begin at one again."
The wizard was in heaven as he slid into Hermione's tightness. She was slick from her orgasm and the slide of his shaft through her yielding hot flesh was too delicious for words. Severus held the witch tight against him, his head resting on the top of hers, the scent of sex and jasmine filling his nostrils, Hermione's warm curvaceous body jerking in his arms. He could get used to this. He wanted to get used to it. There was no urge to climax and finish as he normally felt when taking witches. It was because he was invested in Hermione. He wanted her. And he wanted her to know he was the kind of lover she needed. The Potions Master began to speed up as his desire for her for the long-term reasserted itself. He stopped counting and focused on fucking again, groaning with pleasure as he plunged deeper and harder into the witch, Hermione crying out, her voice hoarsening under his constant, powerful stroke. Suddenly, Severus wanted to see her, and for her to see him.
He pulled out of the witch and rolled to his back.
"Turn over," he growled, "Get on top of me."
He pulled on the witch rather roughly to rouse her. Hermione gasped and did as he asked, scrambling on top of him, laying down, her head resting on his chest, tired.
"No, sit up," he demanded
Hermione sat up on top of him, her core pressing into his belly. He looked up at her, rather narrow-eyed.
"I think you know you aren't sitting where I want you to sit, witch," he said, pushing Hermione back so she sat on his swollen organ. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed with passion and ache. Her hair was completely mussed and fell over her breasts, hiding them. Severus pushed it aside and stared at the witch.
"You are luscious, Hermione," he breathed, twisting his hips so his cock ground into her core. He slid his hands down over her waist, then swept them over her buttocks, squeezing their fullness lightly. Then his eyes glittered.
"Turn around," he said, "I want to see the view from the other side."
Hermione stared down at him and Severus impatiently began to turn her. Hermione climbed over him and turned around, facing his feet, her small hands resting just above the Potions Master's knees.
Severus looked at Hermione's full globes resting on his loins and her long curling hair draping down her back. He ran two fingers down her spine and the witch shuddered. Then he pushed at the small of her back.
"Lean forward," he insisted, grasping his cock as she did so and positioning it between her thighs. He pulled her down, entering her, watching his thickness slide between those milky cheeks with a groan.
"Yessss," he hissed, "Now fuck me witch. Up and down. Slow, so I can watch myself penetrate your delicious little body. Move!"
Hermione lifted her body and Severus hissed as she slid up over his sensitive shaft. It glistened, the pale trunk appearing, long and veined before disappearing on her downthrust, buried deep inside the witch.
"Oh gods, you feel so good," Hermione groaned, rising again and feeling Severus' caress against her soft walls.
Severus smoothed his hand over Hermione's ass, his head cocked as she rode him, starting to move a little faster now, moaning with pleasure, her voice washing over him as he growled in tangent, their voices in counterpoint. The wizard grasped her small waist.
"Harder," he hissed, "Fuck me harder witch. Act like you want this cock. Act like you want me."
Hermione nearly orgasmed at the lust and hunger in that rich, silken voice and she began to force herself down on the wizard, causing her own ache, closing her eyes, her mouth dropping open as her buttocks slapped against the wizard's loins.
Severus' eyes rolled up in his head momentarily, and he desperately thought of something disturbing to keep from exploding into the witch. This was a good position, but just too visually stimulating. He looked back down, then drove into the witch hard for several strokes before dragging Hermione down to the bed, rolling her to her side, then forcing her to her knees, still connected, still fucking her. The wizard knelt over the witch, both hands on either side of her, trapping her under his body and ramming his cock into her lustfully, going for the gold now, claiming every inch he could, Hermione jerking under him lost to his power, unable to even scream now.
"You're going to be mine, Hermione Granger," he hissed at the witch, "every inch of you will belong to me. I'll be good to you witch…don't deny me anything and I will be exactly what you need when you need it, whether we are intimate or not. I want you witch, more than I've wanted anything in a long, long time."
Severus straightened, rising to his knees and gripped the witch by her waist, drawing her into his stroke. He rolled his pelvis, winding into her as he stroked, Hermione's mouth dropping open at the sensation. Gods, he was so strong. She gushed around him, quaking as her climax washed over the wizard again.
"You're like an endless fountain of pleasure, witch. I can almost time your releases," the wizard groaned as her juices splashed his loins and squished around his cock as he continued to fuck her through the throes of her climax greedily, Hermione's ass rippling as he drove home over and over again through her clutching sleeve.
Severus rode Hermione this way until her pulsing eased, then he pulled out and flipped her to her back, dropping on her in the missionary position and reclaiming her space, sliding his full length into the witch, still hot and hungry for her, locking his mouth to hers and doubling his penetration, reveling in the heat of her mouth almost as much as the heat of her body.
He pulled away from the witch's mouth.
"Put your arms around me," he demanded, stroking her, his black eyes burning down at the exhausted witch, whose arms lay spread wide on the bed, her amber eyes completely unfocused. Severus drove into her so hard she buckled, her mouth opening, but no sound coming out.
"Put your arms around me, Hermione," he breathed, his face contorting as he felt himself approaching his own climax…determined to make this last just a little while longer. He felt the witch's arms embrace him. "That's right, my little Gryffindor…hold on to me. You can rest soon. Soon."
Severus had to remember Hermione's lack of experience also meant lack of stamina. Well, he had a month to build up her strength. The wizard wrapped his arms around the witch possessively and kissed her softly as his body continued to impale her, returning to romantic mode Snape style, tenderness combined with power.
"You see, I can be tender and still be who I am witch," he breathed down at her, his dark eyes fluttering as the telltale tightness in his balls began to increase. Hermione stared up at him, her lips parted, completely submerged in his passion, completely and unmistakably his.
"I will be everything to you, everything…" the wizard said, his approaching climax drawing more passion from him. "Teacher, lover, companion, protector. You will want for nothing, witch. This I vow."
Hermione gasped as magic swirled around them, the Potions Master going into overdrive, thrusting into her almost desperately as he was pulled to the heights, his own floodgate of emotion pouring over him as the Oath took hold. Severus crushed the witch to him, whispering her name as he slammed his cock into her to the hilt and held it, shuddering as he released, pouring his seed into the witch's hot, soft and welcoming body with a long groan.
Hermione felt his hot come filling her, and a sense of completion and satisfaction washed over the witch as she lay in Severus' clutching embrace. He was holding her as if he would never let her go, and Hermione knew instinctively that this was not a usual reaction by the wizard. She couldn't imagine him holding any witch the way he was holding her, then heartlessly expelling them from his presence. And she was right.
Severus didn't want to let her go as he pulsed inside her, and was fighting to retain his control, to not give in to the unfamiliar feelings coursing through him. He could lose himself to Hermione if he wasn't careful. He wanted the witch, but he didn't want to become a slave to his desire. It made a wizard weak, and he despised weakness. Even as he thought it, he knew he had succumbed to some extent…Hermione was a weakness. The moment he took her innocence, she had unknowingly taken a part of him.
His climax complete, he lay there on top of the witch, breathing deeply, feeling her heart pounding against his, something else new for the wizard. He normal rolled off his partner the moment he ceased coming. But Hermione was soft and warm beneath him, not a mere vessel. No, not this witch. This witch was more…much more. He still felt possessive and territorial. He still felt the need to stake his claim. He felt the witch shift under him and lifted his head, looking down at her silently, drinking her in.
Hermione's eyes were soft and wet, her face flushed. She had the look of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked and loved it.
"Severus," she said softly.
"Yes, witch?" he responded, his black eyes resting on her face intently.
"You're crushing me," she said.
The wizard looked at her, hesitating for a moment, then shifting his hips, withdrawing. Hermione let out a gasp as their physical contact broke. The wizard rolled off her to his back. Hermione turned her face towards him as he lay with his eyes closed.
Wasn't he going to at least hold her?
As if he heard her thoughts, suddenly Severus slipped an arm under her shoulders and drew the witch against him, kissing her forehead before falling back with a sigh. The wizard wasn't used to giving such displays of affection, but it felt right to do. Hermione rested her head against his shoulder and played with his lank hair. Severus felt her fingers brush against his scalp and his lip quirked. No witch had ever done that either. It seemed there would be a lot of firsts with Hermione. It was easy for him to accept, because he didn't believe the witch contained any falseness of character at all. Of course, like anyone…she could lie for her own ends, but as a Slytherin, he could accept that.
What he did appreciate in this instance, was that the witch was a Gryffindor and loyalty was a part of her make-up. If he managed to secure her, he wouldn't have to worry about that…though he would always be vigilant, possessive and most likely jealous to a fault. He had never had a witch of his own, and after all of this trouble…he was going to make damn sure if he got her, he was going to keep her.
"How did I do for my first day, witch?" he asked her, his voice silky.
Hermione sighed and shifted against him slightly.
"You did good," she replied sleepily.
Severus jerked his head back and looked at her, his eyes hard.
"Only good?" he asked, his nostrils flaring a bit. The witch had only been fucked twice for Merlin's sake, and quite thoroughly. How could she only give him a "good?" But then again, she didn't have anyone to compare him to.
"Good is good," Hermione sighed, feeling herself drifting away.
"Fine. Next time I fuck you, I will work on 'exemplary,'" he said with a growl. "You can count on needing crutches to get around Hogwarts."
Hermione opened one eye and looked at him.
"You were exemplary," she amended.
"Too late, witch," the wizard said, pulling her against him tightly. "You've sealed your fate."
"Mercy," the witch said softly, her eyes closed, smiling against his shoulder, wrapping a strand of his hair around her finger. "I'm still new at this, Severus."
He acquiesced.
"Perhaps a bit of mercy might be in order…for the month," he said, sleep in his voice as well now.
They lay there silently for several minutes. Severus thought Hermione was asleep, but she wasn't.
"Are you going to stay the night?" she asked the wizard softly.
Severus looked at her. He had never spent a full night with any witch. But he found he wasn't anxious to return to his own bed. He felt comfortable with Hermione pressed against him.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked her, a bit of coolness in his voice as he waited for her to say yes. She had left the first night after all.
"No, I don't Severus. If we are going to be lovers I have to see if we can actually sleep together. Hopefully you don't hog covers or toss and turn all night," she said softly.
He looked at her.
"I do have some trouble sleeping," he admitted, "I have ever since my service to the Dark Lord. I often wake up and leave my bed to read. I suffer headaches too, though I find some relief in….physical activity," he said meaningfully.
Hermione looked at him. The poor man. It made sense he would have sleepless nights.
"I think I can deal with that," she said, thinking that her presence might help him in the long run.
Severus' black eyes rested on her. She was a very understanding witch. That was good, because there were aspects of him that would require great understanding on her part.
"Let us get under the covers," the wizard said slipping his arm from under the witch.
Hermione went to sit up, winced and fell back. Severus looked at her with concern.
"You hurt?" he asked her, knowing full well she did.
"Yes," she replied.
Severus rolled out of the bed and flung the sheets back, then reached over and lifted Hermione in his arms gently. He placed her on the sheets and helped her move over, covering her. He then picked up his wand off the nightstand and scourgified himself, then lifted the covers and did the same for the witch. He put on his boxers and robes.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to get you something for pain," he said softly.
Hermione nodded and watched the wizard stride out of her bedroom.
"The lover of Severus Snape," she breathed.
Harry and Ron would die. In Ron's case she hoped it would be a quick and painful death.
She remembered entering the Great Hall for the first time and seeing Severus sitting at the High Table scowling at everyone. She thought he was the ugliest, most evil looking man she had ever seen. A far cry from what she thought of him now. How strange life was.
She rolled over in the bed and lay on her stomach, her face nestled on the cool pillow. If tonight was any indication, she was in for quite a month with the wizard. She smiled. Even if it didn't work out, she was going to have enough sex to tide her over. And he had been gentle at first, just the way she thought she wanted…but after a little while it became torment, and he had liked tormenting her.
Hermione wondered if all wizards were as rough-riding as Severus. Gods he could cause an ache, but it was a sweet ache. It felt as if he wanted to bury himself completely inside her. It didn't feel as if he fucked that way to be harsh or cruel, but as if he were driven by need…as if he were reaching for something inside her that he greatly desired.
Hermione sighed as sleep once more washed over her.
This time she succumbed.
A/N: Hope the lemons are all right. Still sick and feeling out of it. :( Thanks for reading.
A/N/N: The above is an old author's note. As of posting this on FF . net, I'm feeling fine. ;)