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— Part 2 of ? in the Little Secrets of a Head Girl Series
— While reading Part 1 is not necessary to understanding Part 2, I of course would love it if you did
Santa Daddy (Headmaster's Holiday)
Of all the duties Hermione thought she would oversee as Head Girl, the planning and execution of the Yule Ball had not been one of them. But several weeks ago during the biweekly meeting of staff and prefects, Headmaster Snape had announced that Hogwarts would resume what had once been an annual tradition. Though initially indifferent to the event as a whole, her excitement had grown with each line she had crossed off her list. And when Severus had begun to start off their evenings together by waltzing her around his office and chambers, she had become elated with the warm embrace that was her little space, turning giddy and dreamy over the coming ball.
Then during their last weekend before their schedules turned hectic with midterms and preparations, she had been tucked away under her Daddy's desk in the head office, cuddled amongst her fort of pillows and blankets - berry juice in her tumbler with a glittery snake straw, coloring in her lap, niffler stuffie on one side of her and Crookshanks snoring on the other while his gramophone played her favorite Muggle Christmas songs - patiently waiting while he finished marking assignments. Once he was done, he had peeked in on her and offered his large hands to help pull her out and into his lap where he presented her with a rather large box wrapped in shiny paper with an intricately tied bow in the center, telling her she could open one present early.
Squealing in delight as she peppered his face with kisses of gratitude, she tore into the paper and drew out a strapless blush colored gown with shimmering gold feather appliqués. He had said he wanted the chance to dress her for the evening since he wouldn't be able to properly escort her and had proceeded to twirl her around his office effortlessly shifting from waltzes to foxtrots to rumbas as the songs demanded until their dancing led to him taking her before the fire well into the small hours of the night where they had fallen asleep.
Over their months together, Hermione had grown accustomed to her frequent nights, occasional afternoons, and rare mornings with Severus. Her time with him was liberating. She could safely let go of her responsibilities, the weight of others' expectations, and drop the baggage she carried from the war. With him she was safe, nurtured, loved, and cared for; all things that at one point or another had been absent in her life over the last seven years. He fed her needs and healed her trauma; in turn, gaining equal sustenance from her through the blind trust she placed in his hands. Being with Severus was precious bliss.
However over the last week the peace she found when with her Daddy had evaporated. With the standard chaos of the last week of school before the winter break compounding with her never ending list of last minute details for the ball, they barely managed to see each other, let alone slip into their roles of Caregiver and little. If he wasn't lecturing, she was tromping through the forest with Hagrid in search of the perfect trees for the Great Hall or conjuring the vast number of decorations they would require with Professor Flitwick. And if she wasn't tending to her rounds or hunting down wayward prefects, he was hosting the arriving guests and alumni who had accepted the additional invitation to stay within the castle. In short order, by the time she had fixed her hair and makeup, donned her gown and heels, and was ready to come down from her shared tower with Neville to join Professor McGonagall and her headmaster in the receiving line, she had a dwindling supply of patience, a persistent swell of desire between her thighs, and a growing need to sink into the bubble of little space in order to shed herself of the stress she had accumulated throughout the week.
Hermione's less than jubilant mood didn't go unnoticed either. Not that she had thought it would. Even without their less conventional relationship dynamic forging a near telepathic connection between them, she was still involved with Severus Snape. He had been a spy for just shy of two decades and with the commencement of this school year, a professor who taught students ranging from eleven to eighteen years old for even longer. The man could read and size anyone up within seconds of a single glance, meaning nothing happened without his knowing. And when she stood before him, she was as easy to read as an open children's book.
Being escorted to his side by Neville after receiving cooing praise from her head of house about how the Hall had turned out and how beautiful she looked, he questioned her so quietly that his lips hardly moved, "What's wrong, little devil?"
Taking an unusually petulant tone with him that earned her a single raised brow as her only warning against such bratty behavior, she unfairly whined between greetings of students and guests, "You ignored me all week and left me with no toys to play with and now my cunny is all hot and achy and I just want to be under your desk, sucking on your special lolli instead of here with all these stupid people."
Brushing his fingers along the zip of her dress as he rested his hand just shy of too low on her back to guide her into the Hall she tiredly worked to turn into a winter wonderland and towards the center of the dance floor, he murmured, "Daddy missed you too, sweetheart," while turning her about to show her off before pulling her into frame.
Then as Professor Flitwick's charmed orchestra started to play and he swept her across the floor, easily maneuvering her around Professor McGonagall and Neville, he drew her closer and whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't make the time to take care of you this week. Will my little devil forgive me?"
Keeping her glassy eyes on him as he led her into a dip with a hand behind her neck, she sniffled her acceptance, sighing softly as he turned her out and brought back in so there was only a whisper of space between her back and his chest as they continued their steps.
"You have to do Daddy a favor going forward though, baby girl."
Meeting him back in frame, Hermione resisted the allure of resting her head on his chest as she shyly asked, "What is it?"
"You have to tell me if you need me."
"Even when we're busy?"
"Especially when we're busy. I will always take care of you but sometimes Daddy needs a reminder that you need little time as much as he needs Daddy time."
"I can do that," she agreed, her words breaking as she fought back her threatening tears.
Ending their dance with a bow, he instructed, "Give me exactly nine minutes and then we can fix you up okay?"
Nodding her head as she rose from her curtsy, she accepted the change of hands from Severus's firm and comforting calloused palm to Neville's still soft though toughening one. With her arm out and fingers curled over his, she allowed her fellow Head Student and friend to escort her to their table with the other prefects and their dates; Severus effortlessly transitioning back into Hogwarts's Headmaster as he traded of with his Deputy Headmistress in giving their shared welcome address.
Even as she counted each second, she was still as startled as the rest of the Hall's occupants when their Headmaster suddenly jumped back from the table. In his lap were the contents of the soup course, quickly staining the fine wool fabric that made up the harmonious marriage of his muggle tuxedo and wizard dress robes. Watching as he excused himself from the head table to change even as he vanished the mess with a mindless but no less impressive wave of wandless magic, she finished her own bowl. Then with a proper pat of her napkin, she politely excused herself as well, citing a need to check on the first through third years who had been granted their own night of holiday frivolity in several merged classrooms on the first floor.
Trying to remain as unassuming as she could weaving through the murmuring tables of students - both past and present - and ministry officials, Hermione gave a quick wave of acknowledgement to Harry and Ron who sat with Kingsley, Arthur, Molly, and their dates - Ginny and Lavender - and slipped out the far side door. Picking up the layers of her dress's skirt, she took off across the flagstone Entrance Hall with a fast click of her heels, briefly stopping at the grand staircase as she debated if Severus would have gone up to the head office or down to his Potions classroom. Assuming that if anyone were to seek him out they'd head up for the office connected to his chambers, she went down to the cool depths of the dungeons.
Arriving in the empty classroom, she slowly closed the door so not even the catching latch would sound. Then, coming from the shadows and silently igniting the candles as he went, Severus crowded her against the door, his nose nuzzling her exposed neck as his hands found a home at her hips.
"What does my little devil want?" He spoke along the shell of her ear, his velvet voice commanding the fine hairs along her body to rise for him.
Gently laying the side of her face against his, she asked in a slightly higher pitch that alluded to her coming transition into being little, "Can I please suck on your lolli?"
Turning her around, he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it down in the center as he clarified, "Does my baby need a dummy or to have her little belly filled?"
"Dummy, Daddy," she answered, catching his thumb in her mouth, beginning to suck on the tip of his finger to soothe herself against the returning impact of her over-stimulated emotions.
Extracting his thumb, Severus rucked up her dress and took hold of her thighs lifting her up into his arms. With her legs wrapped around his narrow hips and arms around his neck, he returned his finger to her mouth as the first of her tears escaped.
Whimpering as they reached his teaching desk and he set her back on the floor, Hermione wasted no time in hefting her gown up higher and sinking into the plush cubby he had arranged for her. Wrapped in a puddle of blush colored tulle, she plucked the unicorn stuffie he kept in his desk for emergencies from amongst the pillows and blankets he also stashed for her and hugged it as she began crying in earnest, sucking on her own fingers to stifle the sound of her sobs while her Daddy's belt was hurriedly yanked open. With his trousers carelessly shoved down his thighs, he sat in his chair, scooting into place so she was cradled between his legs, his hands reaching out for her and dragging her rest of the way to him, her cheek coming to rest on the inside of his alabaster thigh.
"I've got you, sweetheart," he cooed. "You're going to be okay. Daddy's here and he's going to take care of you."
Pulling her fingers free and replacing them with his own, he guided her small, wet hand to the head of his half erect cock. Then with her hand engulfed in his, he directed her through several pumps of his growing length, his hips lightly jerking up with each tug and twist.
As his own small slit began to weep drops of misty arousal, he hummed, "There you are, little devil. Suck on Daddy's lolli and make us both feel better," letting go of her hand to thread and knot his fingers through her updo.
Exchanging his fingers for his thick cock, Hermione sealed her lips around his head and gave a hearty suck. Sighing as she was washed in relief, she relaxed her jaw and took a bit more of him in before hollowing her cheeks once more.
While the act was erotic and sensual - often dampening her knickers the longer she used him to soothe herself and leading to her pleasuring him with her mouth - it was more vulnerable and personal for Hermione. She had learned early on - earlier than her time as his little and even earlier than when she had become sexually active - that she still possessed a deep seated need to engage her sucking reflex. Her need blooming in earnest when she was emotionally fraught and taxed.
Prior to Severus providing the smooth, veiny weight of his cock on her tongue to ease her of her troubles, she had often engaged in sucking on the tips of her pens and quills and had kept a steady supply of actual lollis on hand. Now with him as her Caregiver, it was an intimate exchange between a Daddy and his little.
She found catharsis in the act of sucking on his member - his special lolli as they called it when she went to her little space - while her too heavy emotions were let free to wash down her face in waves of unchecked tears. For him, the open exposure of her soft underbelly and how she sought him out before all others - trusting in him to gently care for her in such an unguarded state - filled a clawing void that had grown from decades of abuse, neglect, and repetitive words and actions telling him he wasn't good enough.
For all their time together in and out of play, she never felt closer to him than when they would engage in this particular emotional exchange, healing and filling each other's cracks and holes. It had even been in a situation much the same as they were in now that she had wept around his cock with her arms hugging his hips and his fingers petting her hair and wiping her cheeks, when she had unintentionally told him she had fallen in love with him. She had thought she had escaped her slip of the tongue until he curled over her, kissing her crown as he voiced his reciprocation of her feelings.
Under his reassuring caress and calming praise, her tears began to ebb. Their steady flow turned into a trickle before the slow drops along his shaft ceased completely. Made whole and anew between his legs, her earlier complaint of her little cunny growing hot and achy returned.
Easing them into the shift, Hermione unlaced her fingers from behind his hips and whispered them down his thighs. Following her clues, Severus reclined back in his chair, his legs spreading wide as he adjusted the delicate hold he had on her hair to one that made her roots tingle as her strands were drawn taut.
Returning her exploring hand back up his inner thighs as she began to work her hollowed cheeks as far down as she could, she reached for his sac and the base of his cock. With his length grasped, she moved her hand to follow her mouth as she sucked up and down, her wrist twisting in a mirror to her tongue while her other hand worked his bollocks with a rolling massage. As more saliva pooled in her mouth and with the aid of the tears she had shed on his lolli, he glided over her flattened tongue, straining for the back of her throat.
"Such a good girl," he purred, making her pussy clench as she started to feel her own arousal through her knickers on the tops of her thighs. "You take Daddy's cock so well, baby. I love how eager your dirty little mouth is for me. You love Daddy's lolli don't you?"
Moaning as she nodded her head, he jerked into her mouth. With his cock thrusting down her throat, she gagged, saliva falling in drooling ropes from the corner of her mouth as fresh tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.
"Look at you, getting all messy from choking on Daddy. I bet your little cunny is soaked and begging for me isn't it?"
Humming her agreement, she started to uselessly hump the air in time with his thrusts down her throat. Looking up at him through her tear clumped lashes, she silently begged for the allowance to touch herself as her nipples hardened and rubbed against the fabric of her bodice, the stimulation shooting faint sparks down to her clit.
Groaning as she swallowed around his next thrust, Severus offered, "Coat your fingers in everything your pussy is making for me and let me taste, baby girl. After Daddy gets a sample of his dessert, rub your little clit off on your unicorn while I feed your hungry belly."
Eager to please him and in turn herself, she let go of his turgid shaft and inelegantly pushed aside the sopping gusset of her knickers. Unable to resist, she circled to fingers around her clit panting as she continued to suck at him while he began to fuck her mouth in earnest before working them inside herself. Bouncing up and down on her fingers, she pumped them in and out while stroking her clenching walls, getting herself good and wet with her essence leaking down her palm.
Pulling free of her desperate pussy before she could come, Hermione reached her glistening fingers up to Severus. Taking her wrist, he licked her palm before grazing his teeth over her digits; his tongue working over each one as he licked her clean.
"My little devil is so delicious," he hummed. Releasing his hold on her, he praised, "You're such a sweet, precious girl, Hermione. So good at following Daddy's instructions. Such behavior deserves a reward. Go ahead and put your stuffie between your legs and take him for a ride."
"Thank you, Daddy," she replied though her words were a garbled mess around his thickening length.
Still, he knew she always remembered her manners, and said, "You're welcome, baby."
Too happy over getting to join him in his rapidly approaching orgasm, Hermione grabbed her unicorn and maneuvered it around her cunny until she was saddled over its plush belly. Grabbing hold of its little hoofed legs, she began to vigorously hump the stuffed animal, her cheeks hollowing around Severus as he instructed her to ready herself for his come.
His moaning grunts as he fucked her mouth and throat, bounced off the dungeon walls. The erotic sound flooded her ears and drove her to work faster as his hips started to stutter. With her needy clit swelling from the fast friction she created, she was gasping and keening around him within seconds.
As she hurtled towards the edge of release, his punishing hold on her hair tightened as he gave just a small push. With her nose happily brushing the base of his cock, she drew a short inhale of his scent, engaging a fourth sense. And as another gentle push came, keeping her exactly where he needed her, her taste buds were shocked with the sudden change in flavor as ropes of come shot down her throat in time with a roar of her name.
Glancing up, she took in the blurred sight of his slack jaw and lust blown pupils. Smiling as he caressed his thumb along her cheek bone, she bounced on her unicorn one last time before loudly falling over the cliff of her own squirting orgasm.
Panting as Severus slipped out of her mouth, Hermione fumbled to spare her dress from the mess she made. With a pile of rumpled tulle overflowing from one arm and hand, she extracted her stuffie from her between her soaked thighs and held it out for him to banish it to his chambers for cleaning.
Looking down at the wet spot she had left in the blankets, she pouted, "Daddy I ruined my fort."
"It's okay, little devil," he soothed. "We'll send everything back to Daddy's rooms to get cleaned just like your unicorn. You on the other hand," he said, leaning forward in his chair and peeking under her dress. "You need to get cleaned up right now. Soon enough, even the most oblivious of morons will notice we've been gone a rather long time."
Sitting back, he patted his lap and summoned a washcloth along with a bowl from the lab. Using his wand to fill it with lukewarm water, he positioned her so that her back leaned against his front. Then reaching around her, he began to sponge her clean, starting from the inside of her knees and slowly working his way up.
As he gently wiped between the lips of her pussy, he kissed along her jaw and neck, whispering, "I've already done most of my shopping, but it occured to me today that I never had you write out a list."
"A list for what?" She sighed, slowly coming down.
"For Santa, you silly girl."
Giggling at his exasperation, she said, "Severus, I think even in little space, I'm a bit too old for Santa.
"Nonsense, Hermione," he chided, tossing the cloth back into the bowl and cuddling her up higher in his lap so he could better wrap himself around her. "You'll never be too old for Santa. Or at least a Santa Daddy."
Openly laughing at his words, she shifted around in his lap, kissing him as she conceded, "Well you have me there. I'm definitely not too old for Santa Daddy if you're the Daddy in question."
Nuzzling into her neck as he repeatedly petted her ruined updo, he confirmed, "I am; so what would you like? I'll get you anything your heart desires. Within reason of course. I won't tolerate some ill tempered beast like a bloody Shetland pony trotting around the castle grounds."
"Well lucky for me then, that you're the only ill tempered beast I desire."
"Watch your cheek, little girl. It's not too late to take you over my knee."
"Promises, promises," she goaded, squealing as he started to tickle her. Gasping her surrender, she said, "Alright, alright! I'll behave; I swear."
"There's my good girl. Now come on, with our last few minutes tell me what you want."
Pondering the question, only one thing came to mind that she wanted from him that he hadn't already given to her.
Wringing her hands in her lap for a brief moment before forcing herself to stop her fidgeting, she asked, "I'd like for you to consider taking me on as an apprentice. I know you've never had one before because of the wars but I thought with Voldemort gone now that maybe you would consider it. But when I reached out to the Guild for a list of willing Masters, your name was absent."
"My name is absent because, war or no war, I have never had the desire to take on the multi-year commitment that is being someone's Master. The relationship between a Master and their apprentice is a very close one and after the first term, it is nearly impossible to reassign an apprentice if the two do not mesh well without tainting their potential."
"What about if it were me?" She shyly questioned. "We're already very close and work quite well together. Will you at least think about it?
"I also want to seek Masteries in Charms and Transfiguration so I could do one or both of those first if you needed to maybe first find a true replacement for yourself and Professor Slughorn. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick already said they'll accept me so I'd still get to live here in the castle with you even if you don't want to take me on."
"I'm sure they have. I'm surprised that with this knowledge they haven't already challenged each other to a duel for who gets you first. But tell me something Hermione," he said, placing his fingers under her chin and directing her gaze to his. "If even after finding a permanent replacement, I still decide I don't want an apprentice, then what will you do? Will you apply with someone else?"
Looking at him as if he had gone mad, she emphatically said, "No! Absolutely not! If you didn't take me for whatever reason, I wouldn't seek a Mastery elsewhere. I want to learn from the best and if I can't have them or sway them to have me, then I refuse to settle. And you Severus, you are without a doubt the best Potions Master alive. It's you or nothing."
Half a smile graced his face before he was bringing her in for a kiss, his tongue twining together with hers as he hugged her closer. Once she was good and breathless again, he trailed the tip of his nose along the small bride of hers and said, "The only person I would ever even consider reneging my stance for, currently sits in my lap. So," he drawled, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her once more, "if you want to seek a Potions Mastery under me, I'll activate my status with the Guild first thing tomorrow and draw up our contract so that you may sign it the moment they accept your application."
"Seriously? Severus, you better not be joking because that would be cruel."
"I'm not joking, Hermione. If you want a Mastery I would be honored to help you achieve it. Though I must admit, this does seem like a rather difficult present to wrap."
"Just put a bow on your head and wait under the tree for me," she shrieked in exuberance, kissing him hard on the mouth.
"How about I wrap you in nothing but a bow and have you wait under the tree for me ?" He countered, his fingers trailing up her thigh on their way to her pussy despite their already extended absence from the ball.
"Whatever you wish, Master."
"Hmm.. I do like the sound of that coming off your lips," he hummed, stealing her breath as he slipped a finger into her cunt. "However, I much prefer being your Daddy."
"And I prefer being your little devil," she keened as his thumb flicked her clit, working in tandem with the finger that was stroking her g-spot, helping to quickly work her up to another gushing release before they truly had to leave their dungeon cocoon lest they wanted to be caught in the act.