Back in the kitchen, Hermione and Severus are fully clothed.
"Sit down, love, and let me cook you dinner," he says, pushing her into a chair. "Tea or wine?"
"Oh," she says, "Wine, please."
Hermione watches Severus in utter fascination. Severus- back in his torn jeans (no underwear) and 'Deviants' t-shirt. (is that a band?) Severus barefoot, unshaven, hair pulled back, uncorking a bottle of Rioja.
"Let it breathe a bit," he says to her, as he pours her a glass. It's a deep, dark, brick red color. She can smell it as soon as he pulls the cork out of the bottle.
Hermione just nods mutely, staring at him. His long, beautiful fingers holding the wine bottle so lovingly, the stark black ugliness of the dark mark standing out on his forearm.
"Breathe?" she asks him, lost.
"It's a young wine, so everything is all up front in your face. The tannins are fresh. Just let it hang out for a few minutes- ten if you can wait that long- swirl it around in your glass to speed up the process. It will react with the oxygen in the air and mellow out." As he is talking to her, he brings out a loaf of rustic bread, tears it up into bite size pieces, and then prepares a small flat dish with oil and vinegar and herbs. He puts them in front of her. "If you're not used to big red wines get some food on your palette first. This should tide you over until dinner."
Hermione just gapes at him. Nods. Takes a piece of bread.
Severus pours himself his own wine and takes a long pull from the glass. It looks to Hermione like he holds it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it with a satisfied groan. And then he starts cooking dinner.
"Hermione," he says.
"Yes." She looks up at him.
His face softens when she looks at him. He charms the knife to cut the potatoes. "You changed my life today. I am literally a different man after what we did."
"Please just tell me we can keep doing it," she says softly. She feels like this is where the ground falls out from underneath her feet.
Severus is taken aback. "You think
I'm going to change my mind?"
She nods. "It feels too good to be true."
"It probably is," he agrees. "And I'll probably fuck it up, sweetheart. As I've told you before, I'm not a good man. But change my mind about you? No."
She nods, and, not knowing what else to do, takes the first sip of her wine. Severus watches her face carefully. She winces as it his her palate, dry and harsh. Looks at Severus. Really?
"Again," he says.
She takes another sip. Not so harsh this time and- - she takes another sip. Then she takes a mouthful, holds it in her mouth like Severus did. Inhales through her nose. wow.
"Holy fucking shit Severus," she says softly after she swallows.
"Right?" he says, putting the potatoes on to boil and putting the beef in the pan to sear.
"Is this magical?" she asks him. There is so much going on, it can't just be-
"No. That's what good wine tastes like. It's the earth and the sun and the rain and the grapes and the charred oak barrels and the steel casks." He wipes his hands on a towel and steps away from the stove moving toward her slowly. "It's the dew in the morning. It's the hoof of the deer in the vineyard. It's the spanish music playing over the radio while the grapes are picked. It is the love and the poetry and the passion and the wisdom of generations of master vintners- captured in a bottle." He pauses, standing over her chair. "It's a rustic spanish table wine from a small family vineyard. Nothing fancy."
Severus bends over her and plants a kiss on Hermione's wine stained lips. He thinks he might die of pleasure right there in his kitchen. Then he goes back to the food.
Hermione drinks her wine.
"So," says Severus. "I need you to talk to me. There aren't any wrong answers. I'm dead serious, Hermione. I just need to understand where you are coming from. Otherwise I can't-" he struggles for the word. It isn't like him, and Hermione realizes that she needs to give him honest answers, although she has no idea what his questions will be. "I can't give you what you need."
"Okay," she says, taking another gulp of wine.
"Why are you still calling me sir?"
"Because I like to," she answers. And it's true.
"Why do you like to?"
She takes another pull of her wine and is quiet for a long time. He lets her think, watching her. "It feels good," she says slowly. "It is comfortable and familiar. It's- I know I'm not your student anymore, Severus but- you're still my teacher, you're still my mentor. I don't want to stop learning from you and giving you the respect you deserve due to the position you hold in my life just because we're also- you know." She flounders.
"In love with each other?" he finishes for her.
"Yes," she says.
"The problem, sweetheart, it that there is a huge power imbalance between us if you still view me as an authority in your life."
"I don't see you as an authority figure. I do look up to you. You have earned my respect. And I've always had a little hero worship thing for you. Getting to know you is making that worse, not better. I can stop calling you sir, but it's not going to change anything, not really."
"I agree, sweetheart. I honestly don't want you to change anything. It turns me on when you call me sir. I just want you to be aware."
"Wait- it turns you on?" Hermione says, shocked. "I thought you didn't like it. I thought it reminded you of being my professor."
"Yes, it turns me on, Miss Granger. I keep telling you I'm not a good man, and I know you still don't believe me, but that doesn't make it any less true. I get off on it." He looks up from what he is doing to give her a hard, frank, look. It is meant to be frightening, or sobering maybe.
But it turns Hermione on when he looks at her like that. She says so.
Severus snorts, goes back to cooking.
"Are you worried that you might take away my choices? Is that it?" she asks.
"That's a huge part of it," he says. "The most important part."
"Well, if you trust me I can set your mind at ease on that. I don't care how many orgasms you give me, and I don't care how much you love me. I have interests and goals and ambitions and you're not going to get in the way of them. I hope that you help me achieve them- I love learning from you almost as much as I love you. But I wouldn't give any of it up for you."
Hermione seems much older than her nineteen years when she talks to Severus like this. He is both relieved and devastated. Relieved that she knows what she wants and isn't willing to compromise on it. Devastated because it's verifiable proof that she has been forced to grow up too quickly. He sighs and sets the meat aside to rest, comes across the kitchen to stand in front of her.
"Thank you," he says, bending down and kissing her forehead. He hears her hum softly with pleasure when he touches her.
"Severus?" she asks softly. "I like our dynamic the way it is. If it's a little twisted that we get off on continuing the dynamic we had as teacher and student so what? You are still my teacher. I think it's hot."
"Ditto, Miss Granger." He notices her empty glass and refills it. "Careful with the wine, you haven't eaten all day. Let me get some food in you."
"Yes, sir," she says, as she lifts the glass to her mouth.
"I have my application ready for the university in Venice. Should I send it tomorrow? I wanted a recommendation from you but… I think my marks are good enough I don't need it and now that we're romantically involved -" She says this when she has devoured half of her meal in a few minutes.
"I agree. Which college are you applying to as your primary?" Severus watches her inhale the food he cooked for her, highly amused.
The university in Venice is composed of many small colleges each with a different focus. Each student is officially a student of one college, but can take classes at the other colleges.
"Transfiguration," says Hermione. "It was that or potions, and i honestly couldn't make up my mind. Then I realized you would probably take a job or at least be very involved in the college of potions, so, transfiguration. Are people going to disapprove of us?"
Severus thinks on that for a moment before answering. "Yes and no. It will be different. The university is a place of knowledge and learning. We will definitely be noticed, our relationship will be remarked on. But they will soon realize that I am the least interesting thing about you. You won't be defined by me like you would be if we stayed here. Like you have been by Potter- sorry - Harry."
Hermione smiles at this. He is trying so hard for me. "How long will it take them to accept me? Where will we live?"
"You should get an invitation to an interview almost immediately. Then it's just a formality. As for lodging they will offer you a dormitory. But I am going to take a position with a local nobleman- we will have quarters on his estate. He fancies himself an alchemist philosopher, but really he's just wealthy and influential. He's been after me for years. He has one of the most extensive private libraries in all of magical Europe."
Hermione quirks up at this.
"In fact," Severus continues, "I suspect him of having an old alchemical manuscript that is rumored to be the one Flamel used to create the sorcerer's stone."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Severus gives her a severe scowl. "Language, Miss Granger."
"Piss off, Professor," Hermione says cheerfully.
He sets down his wine glass. Folds his arms across his chest. "Detention, Miss Granger."
Hermione smiles. "Are you going to spank me?"
"Do you want me to?" His expression is frank. He is not kidding.
Hermione's mouth pops open in surprise. She doesn't know what to say. Do I want him to?
"I won't do it unless you ask me to, Miss Granger."
"Do you want to?"
He looks at her for a long moment. "Yes."
While Hermione's brain is trying to process this and doesn't really know what to think about it, her body is reacting very differently. The more she considers letting Severus spank her, the more aroused she becomes.
"Come here, Miss Granger."
Hermione gets up and walks around the table.
Severus vanishes their empty dishes off the table. "Stand here." He motions for her to stand between his legs and the table.
She complies.
"Turn around."
She complies.
"May I take your pants down, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sir."
He unbuttons her jeans and yanks them down to her knees along with her panties.
"Bend over the table."
She does.
"Fuck you are so beautiful," he says, palming her ass gently. "Are you afraid, sweetheart?"
"No," she replies, wiggling against his hand.
"Why not?"
"Because you won't spank me unless I consent," she says calmly, trying to spread her legs apart. It's hard with her pants around her knees.
Hermione can't see him, but Severus is grinning. He kisses her lightly on both cheeks. "I love you," he says. "Do you want me to get those off you?" he asks, watching her try to part her legs for him.
"Yes, sir," she says.
He divests her of her jeans and panties and she promptly spreads her legs and arches her back, giving him a perfect view of her arousal. He puts one hand on each perfect white globe and spreads her wide open to him. She gasps in surprise. The sight of her tight little asshole makes his erection throb painfully.
"He kisses each of her cheeks, as close as he can get to that little pucker without touching it. She gives him a glorious moan.
Severus licks his finger and trails it down her crack until it comes to rest where he wants it. She goes very still under his touch.
"I want to stimulate you here," he says, tapping his finger. "I won't hurt you."
There is a long silence, and for a moment he thinks he has pushed her too far, too fast.
"Okay," she whispers.
"Yes?"
"Yes."
He starts with her pussy. He waits until she is groaning and pushing back against him before he trails his tongue back upward. She freezes on him again. He gives her gentle licks with his tongue, kneading her ass cheeks with his fingers, spreading them apart so he can invade her most private places.
Hermione is able to resist the pleasure of what he is doing to her for about five seconds. Then, "Oh my fucking gods, Severus." She doesn't want to like it. She can't think of time that she was more embarrassed. But it feels too good, and she starts to squirm and push back against him.
He dips his mouth back down to her pussy, but replaces his tongue with a finger. She clenches, thinking he might try to penetrate her with it, but he doesn't. He's just rubbing her there, and It's making her burn with pleasure. Then something horrible happens. She feels that smallest hole open to him of its own accord. She jerks away from him, mortified.
Severus stands up, and bends over her, covering her body with his own. He strokes her hair and kisses her cheek gently. She likes the way his jeans clad erection feels pushing into her.
"That was a perfectly natural reaction," he says in her ear. "Why are you embarrassed?"
"I don't know," she mumbles.
"If you're truly uncomfortable I will stop," Severus tells her. "But I think you were really enjoying it before you got embarrassed."
Hermione nods.
"Will you let me continue?""
"Yes," she says.
"Tell me I can penetrate you with my finger. I promise it won't hurt."
He feels her whole body flush in embarrassment, but she says, "Yes."
"Good girl," he says, and stands back up. She thinks he is going to sit back down, but he doesn't. He takes her right hand and guides it underneath her to her clit. "Touch yourself," he orders.
She complies. He strokes her back while she rubs herself. She's glad he can't see, She's mortified.
Then she hears his zipper. He pulls her hips back from the table a little. "Don't stop touching yourself," he says, and she feels the head of his cock probing her entrance. She groans with anticipation, embarrassment quickly fading. He sinks into her. Fuck that's amazing. She grips the table with her left hand and rubs her clit with her right. She feels stuffed full with his cock, delirious with pleasure. Then she feels him spread her ass cheeks. Something wet hits her squarely in her asshole. Did he just spit on me?
Hermione's pussy is so wet and tight it's hard to concentrate, but Severus manages. The goblet of spit hits its mark. She goes quiet when she feels it. But when he starts to massage her there with his thumb, the groans come back with a vengeance. She increases the speed of her hand on her clit. He increases the speed of his thrusting. Her little sphincter relaxes for him and his thumb slides right in. He doesn't let it go very far.
"You are so sexy," he tells her. "With my cock in your pussy and my thumb in your ass. You are going to make me come so fucking hard."
He wants to bury his thumb deep in her ass and watch her squirm and moan and beg for more. But he promised it wouldn't hurt, so he just massages her gently with it, dipping in and out in rhythm with his fucking. She is shaking pretty hard now- it won't be long-
Hermione shrieks as she orgasms. That's a new sound. He keeps his strokes steady until her climax subsides. When she is reduced to a wet trembling mess he pulls out of her and takes himself in his hand. He holds her ass cheeks apart with his other hand and comes on her there.
Hermione is too overcome with bliss to be embarrassed by the feeling of his hot come drenching her ass. Feeling brave after her enormous orgasm, she reaches back and spreads her cheeks more fully for him.
Severus collapses on Hermione's back. "Bed?" he asks her.
"Please," she says.
He apparates them into bed.
"Show-off," she mumbles as she takes off the rest of her clothes. She snuggles in against him. He is still fully clothed, but she drifts off before she can tell him to take his damn clothes off.