Chapter 9

It only took as long as the walk from the office to the side of the four-poster bed for Severus to lose his nerve. He was pulling a half-naked student into his bedchamber with the intent to do … what? He had no fucking idea. Her compulsion was assuaged, thanks to him driving her to orgasm with his tongue, and his own compulsion was grumbling, but nothing like the frustrated agony of earlier that evening.

He let go of her hand and took hold of her bare upper arms, thumbing her cold skin and looking down at her innocent face, upturned and trustingly waiting for his next move. He pushed her gently to sit on the bed, the quilt already pulled back where she had left it in a heap.

"Go to sleep, Miss Granger. We will discuss this tomorrow, when the need presents itself."

She scrambled on to the mattress and drew the quilt and sheets up to cover herself, thankfully, because he was having a hard job keeping his eye away from her nakedness from the waist down. He began to walk around to the other side of the bed, not entirely sure if he should disrobe, but reluctant to sleep in his tailored, fitted trousers and heavy belt, so he began to remove them.

"You don't think it would be easier to talk about it now, whilst neither of us are compelled?" she asked, laying down on the pillow that was on her side, fully turned to face him.

He would clearly get no privacy to remove his clothing.

"Speak for yourself," he muttered, unbuttoning his white shirt but at the last moment opting to leave it on, not wishing to be stripped topless in front of Miss Granger.

Severus climbed into the bed on the opposite side wearing the undone shirt and his black undershorts, pulled the covers up to his chest, his arms on top and lay flat on his back, ensuring there was a respectable amount of empty bed between them.

"Are you suffering with the compulsion?"

"A little," he admitted. "But I am not in pain as I was earlier. This is nothing but an annoying grumbling, no doubt earned whilst assisting you."

She didn't answer, and he felt a little guilty for his terse answer, for the silence between them stretched out in the darkness. He felt his eyes grow heavier in the comfortable familiarity of his own bed, and closed them, allowing himself to breathe slower and deeper.

His thoughts filled with the feel of her soft pussy against his tongue, the sweet taste of her fluid and the little pants of sexual arousal that had been such a fucking turn-on. Her idea that they should just do what needed to be done was a noble one, but the reality was that Granger had no bloody idea how alluring she was. Her mind was sharp, her nature benevolent and her body so sinful that she would be getting the shoddy end of the deal. For him, such interactions could only ever be a pleasure, and that felt very wrong, to benefit from such a dark curse.

Severus felt his cock begin to swell further, the compulsion making itself heard, knowing that the focus of its attention was just inches away.

"Are you alright, Sir?"

He opened one eye and turned his head towards her. She was still in the same position on her side, and he could see her eyes wide open in the white beam of moonlight that was shining across the room.

"I am quite alright, Granger. However, this will soon change if you persist in staring at me whilst I am trying to fall asleep."

"Your breathing has changed, Professor. Its faster, and more ragged. And, um …"

He followed her eyes down the covers where there was a distinct tenting of the quilt around his hips, where his damn cock now stood proud and erect. He turned towards her, mirroring her position on his side, if only to take pressure of the heavy eiderdown from on top of his sensitive prick.

"It's not personal," she whispered. "It is a way to stop both of us suffering under this curse."

Quite involuntarily, he lifted his arm and moved it towards her, slipping his hand behind her head and tangling his fingers in her long hair, as he had wanted to do earlier, rubbing the tips lightly on the back of her scalp.

"I do not wish to hurt you."

"Then don't."

He breathed deeply, his large nostrils flaring with the sudden intake of breath.

"You are proposing that we should each meet the demands of the compulsion, whenever they occur?"

"Yes, Sir. It is the only way we can avoid detection or further punishment, and gives us a reason to be together so that we can move forward with our plans, not that they consist of much, at the moment."

Shaking, he moved his head nearer to hers, keeping his hand around the back of her scalp, dropping the lightest kiss on her soft lips.

"It's not personal," she whispered.

"No, Miss Granger," he replied, keeping his lips so close to hers that they brushed together as he spoke. "This is most definitely not personal."

-xxx-

Despite her recent orgasm, Hermione's stomach flipped over as Professor Snape appeared to give himself permission to let go of whatever had been controlling him, and whatever doubts had been holding him back.

Returning his mouth to hers, she felt him begin to move his lips, which were surprisingly skilful as they swept over hers, and he angled her head so that he could cover as much of her mouth as possible. Urged on by her own compulsion, she allowed her tongue to slip out and lick along the seam of his lips, which provoked a loud groan from him that rumbled up from his chest and out of his mouth, as he was kissing her.

In one smooth movement, he closed the bodily difference between them so that he was laying flush alongside her, his obvious erection pressing into her naked mound as he opened his own mouth and shocked her with the skill of his tongue, swiping deep inside her mouth and twisting around her own tongue like a frenzied, coiling snake. Whatever she'd expected from her former Potions master, it certainly wasn't that he could kiss like this.

She could not help but let out a gasp of surprised pleasure, and this seemed to spur him on further, as he slid his hand down her back and pressed on the base of her spine, causing her hips to be locked even tighter against his own.

Guided by the demands of the compulsion, she slipped her arm around his neck and her hand into his hair, as she had done whilst he had been licking her on his desk. He groaned now as he'd done then, a sound of reluctant pleasure, as she grabbed a handful of long black hair and gently twisted it.

She heard his jaw click with the large movements he was making, snogging her frantically as if he could not get deep enough into her mouth to satisfy himself. Hermione mirrored his movements, matching him as she moved her lips against his, allowing her soft tongue to duel with his sharp one, which increased his pace as he tried to gain control.

"Fucking hell, Granger," he panted, as he pulled back to draw breath.

She didn't reply. She couldn't, for she was just as breathless as he, her lips feeling wet and swollen by his ardent kisses.

"If we choose this path," he warned, before kissing her again, "then you must understand, I will have you. I will have you in more ways than you can imagine."

She stroked down the side of his face, tracing his lips with her finger. Right now, she had never wanted anything more. He snapped at the finger, catching it lightly between his teeth.

"You will need to show me how, Sir."

"Oh, I will show you," he hissed, pulling her finger from his mouth and pressing her to lay on her back, "I will show you everything you need to know, little witch."

He roughly pushed up her vest, exposing her breasts, and he exclaimed in sheer lust as they were bared before him, unable to wait a moment longer before dropping his head to the nearest one and capturing her nipple in his mouth, suckling frantically. His hand was on the other in an instant, squeezing her breast in his full palm and flickering his thumb across her nipple.

Rather than fear, Hermione felt … powerful. This feared wizard, the scariest professor in Hogwarts and Death Eater spy, had lost control at her breast. Her compulsion spiked hard, and she moaned, loudly.

"That's it," he growled, allowing his mouth to stop sucking her nipple for a short moment. "Don't be silent, Granger. Show me that you like what I am doing to you."

Like it? She fucking loved it.

Hermione closed her eyes, and concentrated on nothing but the wizard attending her breasts, and the dark compulsion that was flooding through her, urging her onwards.

-xxx-

Severus ground his hard cock against her thigh, his mouth full of her delicious tit, his tongue flicking her nipple, and his fingertips giving the other the same attention. He felt some loosening of the compulsion, which was interesting. Perhaps it did not always need an orgasm to satisfy it, just sexual contact with the target was enough. They would have to research exactly how it worked, which would involve lots of practice.

His inherently Slytherin side curved his mouth into a wicked smirk at the thought of the practice sessions he would take her through.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at her, this little seventh-year student spread out in his bed, looking completely debauched with her vest pulled up above her breasts, two pert tits bared to his view with her nipples erect from his ministrations.

"Do you desire me, Granger?" he drawled, causing her eyes to open and meet the intense gaze of his own.

"I do, Sir," she admitted.

"Then open your legs."

She began to move her thighs apart, and he pulled the one nearest to him over his own leg, spreading her open, before dipping his hand between them, feeling her flinch at the first touch of her damp pussy. He placed his mouth next to her ear.

"I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. But I need you to come for me first, so that any pain caused to you will be minimal. Can you do that?"

He felt her nod, and her hips were already beginning to move. Oh, she wanted him. She was desperate for him.

It is the compulsion, you deluded bastard. This witch does not truly desire you.

He began to massage his full hand around her cunt, feeling the warm wetness around his fingers as he delved deeper, pressing the heel of his hand on her clitoris and feeling gratified to hear her gasp.

"Do you like how I am touching you?"

She coughed out an answer that he couldn't quite make out.

"I shall take that as a yes, Granger, but there is so much more you have yet to experience."

He sank two fingers deep into her opening without warning, feeling her tight and wet around them. Bloody Merlin, it was going to be a tight fit if he did get to fuck her. She let out a noise that was almost a little scream, and he immediately began to thumb her clit whilst leaving his fingers inside her, distracting her with the pleasure whilst her insides became accustomed to the intrusion.

"I do not believe you have any idea how desirable you are," he muttered, pressing and circling her clit with a continuous rhythm that was making her stomach visibly contract. "All wizards would desire what I have in my hand right now. All wizards."

Nothing personal? You are a fucking idiot, Severus Snape.

He crooked his fingers to agitate her sweet spot deep inside, a pleasure centre he suspected she had no idea existed until that moment, as her eyes flew open in shock.

"Relax. Allow me to touch you."

"I don't … that feeling … I feel like I'm going to …"

"You are not going to piss, Granger. Please relax. Allow me …"

Keeping up a steady movement of his fingers inside her, her sped up the movement of his thumb, rubbing her little clit that was hardening and swelling, allowing it a couple of discreet 'slips' to briefly tickle her urethral opening, that made her inhale sharply.

He did not let up until her panting suggested that she was close to climax.

Removing his invading fingers, he took hold of her clitoris and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it slightly away from her body.

"It is time to come, little one," he growled, directly into her ear. "I will not be letting go of this delicious clit until you have released yourself into my hand."

She moaned in aroused frustration, and it was music to his ears.

Severus began to delicately twist her bud with his long fingers as if sprinkling a large pinch of salt above a bubbling cauldron. Her hips bucked up hard, and she held them there, her body rigid. He continued to relentlessly twist her clit, determined to provoke another orgasm from her tonight.

"Into my hand, Granger. Come on."

With a final, frantic scream, his frigging pushed her over the end, and he pulled her clit without mercy throughout her orgasm.

"Oh, good girl. Keep going. Keep coming. I want all you have to give me."

He watched her stomach contract hard, her rigid hips finally falling loose as the aftershocks pulsed through her. Now would be the time, whilst she was out of herself and in a post-orgasmic haze. He would deal with contraception afterwards. He wanted to make this first time as painless as possible for her, and the matter of his own rock-hard cock was no small consideration either.

He vanished his undershorts wandlessly and with as little fuss as possible, fuck knows where they had gone to but he really didn't care, and then moved atop her, pushing her thighs a little further apart with his hips as he settled between them, pressing his erection to the opening of her cunt, that was still contracting open and dripping fluid from her orgasm.

Before she realised what was happening, he had pushed inside her channel with one smooth, hard movement, forcing his way through her barrier and feeling it tear, making sure he was seated deeply inside. Her eyes flew open in pain and shock, and she clutched hold of his upper arms.

"Breathe, Hermione. Breathe. It is done. I am fully inside you. It will be only pleasure from now on, I promise you."

Whilst reassuring her, he was attempting to ignore the sensation that was currently surrounding him, the utter bliss of the tightest pussy he'd ever felt, gripping the sides of his cock as if she would never it go.

Holy bloody fuck, it was astounding.

He gave an experimental thrust, very gently, to ascertain if she was ready for him to proceed. She yelped, and squeezed his arms tighter.

"Shall I stop?"

"No. Just take it slowly. This feels so weird."

He wasn't sure he'd ever heard sex described as feeling so weird, but then again, he had never slept with such a virgin as Hermione Granger.

Severus drew out of her a little way, and then back in. Back and forth. Back and forth, slowly rocking inside her, increasing his movements very gradually. This had to be a good experience for her.

"The pain is going," she told him, and he felt the clutch of her hands relax on his arms until they were merely resting on his shoulders.

He took this as his cue to increase his pace, and he began to speed up until his movements were a steady rhythmic pump in and out of her. To his surprise, he felt her hips start to undulate against his, and he pushed deeper.

-xxx-

Snape was supporting himself on his hands, that were flat on the mattress at either side of her head. It was exactly the visual she'd had earlier, when she'd been lying here alone, of his labouring above her. His familiar face, but now contorted with pleasure as he had sex with her. She was having sex. With Professor Snape. And it was … really, quite nice.

There had been a stab of pain, and a burning sensation as he had pushed inside, but that was now mostly forgotten as he stroked himself inside her. Snape had surprised her, entering her without warning as she was still coming down from her orgasm, but she was strangely grateful for it. It had stopped her overthinking, and prevented any awkward moments as they prepared to 'do it' for the first time. She must tell him that, afterwards.

Hermione felt her hips begin to rock against his movements of their own accord, and there was a look of surprise upon his face.

"You can go faster now," she told him.

"Fuck, Granger."

"Yes, I think you are," she smiled.

"Fucking teasing little witch," he growled, actually growled, and she felt him speed up his hips, drawing his penis all the way out before pushing it back it again.

She pushed down on his shoulders, and he leaned against her hands, thrusting hard inside her. His eyes began to partly close, and his teeth were bared and gritted with the effort he was making. His long black hair hung in thin strands down either side of his face as he leaned over, and he dropped to his forearms so that his chest was laying on hers, his skin bared to hers through his unbuttoned shirt.

Not able to stop herself, she grabbed him around the ears and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him with surprising passion. He groaned in acceptance, and pushed his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it inside with the same vigour as he was fucking her with.

"Put your legs around me," he instructed.

She did so, and there was no stopping him from that point onwards. He pounded into her hard, fast and deep, crying his anguish into her mouth. It felt like … nothing she'd ever felt before. Hermione couldn't describe it.

Snape's mouth slipped from hers with the force of his thrusts, and a litany of filth trickled from his escaped lips.

"Fuck! This is what you get, Granger … Damn, damn … oh, Merlin."

He pistoned in to her with a flurry of final thrusts, a shout of release signalling his climax as his body went rigid, and she felt him pulse as he came inside her.

"Oh," he breathed. "Oh, my fucking god. Oh, god. I want you. God knows I want you, witch."

He was nonsensical as he came down from his peak.

-xxx-

At length, once he had finished spilling his seed and his soul, Severus rolled off her, summoning a bottle of contraceptive potion from the top drawer of his bedside cabinet. After casting a cleansing charm upon them both, he bade her to sit up and drink the potion. As she did so, she finally pulled her vest down, putting away the lushest pair of tits he had seen for many a year.

"This will last for a month."

"You keep contraceptive potions in your bedside drawer?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she knocked the small vial straight back in one gulp.

"I do not believe I ever claimed to be a celibate, Miss Granger. I am an adult wizard with needs, as I am sure you are aware."

Was that a look of disappointment on her face, or had he imagined it?

"Are you in pain?" he asked her, concerned.

"No. I'm fine."

"You will most likely be sore in the morning. There is pain relief potion in my bathroom cabinet, should you require it. Feel free to take what you need."

"Thank you."

A tense silence passed between them.

"Did I do it right?" she asked him.

He could not stop himself from barking out a short laugh, which broke the awkward atmosphere somewhat. He sat cross-legged in front of her, uncaring that he was naked apart from his shirt that was flowing loose and open.

"We have now opened ourselves to the full effects of the curse cast upon us. My only regret is that I have taken from you that which is most precious to a witch. Apart from that, let me advise you, Miss Granger, that what just passed between us, indeed, what has passed between us since I threw my colleagues out of my office two hours ago, has been extremely pleasant and satisfying."

She smiled at him, her relief palpable, and it was a beautiful, honest smile.

"You don't need to feel guilty about taking my virginity. Honestly, I really don't care. And the way you did it – I was shocked, but I think it was the best thing to do. I didn't have time to worry about it or overthink it. I have a tendency to do that."

"I have marked your essays for six years, Granger. Your tendency to overthink has claimed great chunks of my personal leisure time, you ought to know."

"Sorry about that."

"Compared to most of the dross I am forced to read, it was a pleasant, if time-consuming, change. Now, I have a suggestion. I believe that due to the effects of the multiple curse that was witnessed being placed upon me, we can get away with a significant amount of time tomorrow without you having to leave this office. I propose that I leave the entrances warded and we travel via Floo to Grimmauld Place, to call on Lupin. I am sure he would like to see you, and I think it prudent for the three of us to talk, away from walls that have ears."

"I'd like that."

"And as for now. We should sleep. Should I presume that it is acceptable for me to remain here with you? If you are at all uncomfortable I shall remove myself to my office."

"Here is fine, Sir."

She lay down, pulling the covers up to her chin, and he did the same, putting a little distance between them and sinking into his own pillows.

Extremely pleasant and satisfying?

That was a bloody understatement if ever he'd heard one. He'd spend the rest of his godforsaken life fucking her through this very mattress and over every piece of furniture in his office, if she'd let him. Granger was exquisite.

Suddenly, he felt a movement beside him, and a small hand sought and found his own, lacing her fingers in his and squeezing softly. He squeezed back in return, without thinking too deeply about it.

It's not personal, Severus. Remember that.