I am so sorry for the completely evil cliffie on the previous chapter. Genuinely, I am. I hate being teased and don't like to tease my readers. But I had to chop it somewhere otherwise it would have been ridiculously long.
Dedicating this chapter to Silver Orbed Lioness for telling me that I'm "more twisted than a corkscrew on a theme park ride" – This review made me laugh so much she deserves the dedication!
I'm in awe of everyone who is taking the time to review, your enthusiasm is getting this story written faster! Nothing is pre-written, I'm writing this day by day for you. (and for me, of course …)
Let's get to it! Pouf x
Chapter 30
Severus clutched at his chest, completely taken aback by the sight of Granger, naked on the bed, entwined in what appeared to be one of his own voluminous black teaching robes. Her face and much of her body was flushed red with what he instantly recognised was the tight hold of the compulsion. How long had she been in this state for? His own, stronger, compulsion had taken him nearly to the brink of death, necessitating the Dark Lord's Rennervate, and whilst she was not likely to be at that point, the chances were that she was in extreme discomfort, and had been for some time.
She looked up as he opened the door, a desperately hopeful look on her face, for she would know that the only person who would have been able to enter was he, if Lupin had advised him correctly, that she had keyed the security ward to deny entry to all others. And no wonder, he thought, looking at the writhing girl, for she would not have wanted Lupin, or anyone else, to see her in this state.
Severus saw the relief flood her eyes as they met with his own.
"Do it, please," she begged, "Do it now."
"I will do it," he answered, crossing the room in two strides and clambering onto the bed on his hands and knees, unwrapping her legs from the bind of his robe as he went, pushing them apart and dropping his head straight down into her violently swollen pussy.
All other questions, such as where the hell she had nabbed one of his teaching robes from, could wait.
Her thighs were shaking as he held them open, and she screamed at the first touch of his tongue to her genitals, since she was so painfully over-aroused. He allowed the very tip of his tongue to tickle her clitoris, for there was no time for teasing or gradual build-up, and in only a few tiny strokes her juices begun to gush copiously, and she shook with orgasm.
"Again," she panted. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping, opening both sides of her labia wide to his view, causing her swollen clit to protrude enough for him to fix his mouth around it, gently sucking it into his mouth between his hungry lips, feasting on her, flickering his tongue across the tip of her hard little bud as he sucked. Less than a minute later she was coming again, her hips thrust high and rigid as she rode out her climax. He waited for her next instruction, for she would know what she needed, and he was there to provide it. All thoughts of food and sleep left his head, and to his extreme shock, he felt himself begin to harden in the face of her extreme enthusiasm for his touch.
Having an erection wasn't something he felt he'd ever want again after the agony of the last few nights, but this witch … this witch just did it for him, compelled or not. He could no longer deny it.
"Sir, could you put your fingers inside me?" she asked, "and … you know … touch me with your other hand while you do so? I haven't finished, I'm sorry, there's so much …"
"Do not apologise, Granger. I shall provide whatever relief you need."
He muttered a wandless spell to unfasten the many buttons on his frock coat, and shrugged it off, throwing it somewhere vaguely in the direction of the bedroom floor, quickly unfastening his cuffs and pushing his shirt sleeves roughly up to his elbows. He transferred from his knees to sitting on his arse, and pulled her down the bed by her bare thighs so that he could reach her easily.
Sinking two long fingers inside her, he felt tremendously guilty for his own shot of pleasure as her tight walls enveloped his digits, the damp warmth clutching against his invasion like a vice. The tempting little witch moaned and threw her head back as he entered her, pushing her hips upwards to meet him, and murmuring mostly unintelligible words of encouragement and thanks. He began to twist his fingers inside her, thrusting gently, crooking the tips to seek and stroke the spongy bundle of nerves that he knew lay deep inside.
With his other hand, he pressed on the outside, rubbing against her clitoris as he stimulated her internally. Her hips began to rotate involuntarily, and his eyes roved over her luscious body that was keening with his every touch. He kept up the pressure, beginning to roll and stretch her clit, pulling it away from her body with each circular motion, gently tugging on it as her gasps and pants increased, his cock wanting to burst free and replace his fingers.
"You are doing wonderfully," he soothed, as he worked her clit to its climax. "Keep going, you are almost ready to come, you will soon have the relief you crave."
At his words, she heaved her third orgasm into his waiting hands, as he'd known she would, flooding his fingers with her silky juices, so much that they trickled down the palm of his outstretched hand. He loved it. Merlin, save him, but he loved it.
Severus allowed Hermione to come down from her peak, breathing heavily, her face, neck and chest all delightfully flushed as he removed his hands and fingers from her. He wanted to hold her to him, but he must be guided by her, as they were now in unfamiliar territory, with only one of them under the compulsion curse.
Her eyes slightly unfocused, she attempted to meet his own.
"I need more," she told him, shakily.
"Do you wish me to make love to you?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral, but his choice of wording was very deliberate.
"Yes, please," she breathed.
Holy fuck. As if this divine witch would ever have to say please.
He moved her legs gently from his lap and climbed inelegantly from the bed, kicking off his boots and pulling off his black socks whilst sitting on the edge. Standing and turning towards her, he began to unbutton and unzip his trousers, not able to take his eyes from her. Granger extricated herself from the robe that she'd had wrapped around her, tossing it to one side, although the bed was so large that it did not fall to the floor. She pushed herself up the bed and lay on the pillows, her chestnut-coloured brown curls arranging themselves enticingly around her head. He felt a sudden urge to bury his nose in it, to remind himself of the sweet smell of her shampoo, and another, curious scent that was all her.
The girl was watching him intently as he dropped his trousers, not hiding her interest in the bulge at the front of his undershorts, which he stripped himself of, letting them fall on top of his discarded trousers. Rather than unfasten his shirt as if he was slowly removing his clothes for her searching eyes like a kind of erotic dance, he undid only the top button, then pulled the still-fastened white garment over his head, leaving himself naked in front of her, and allowed her to look, basking in the hot gaze of her approval.
Severus could no longer continue lying to himself, not now that his own compulsion had been removed. He wanted this witch as badly as he had ever done, compelled or not.
As she shifted her position slightly, opening her knees to invite him in without having to say the words, he gladly crawled over to her, taking up the now-familiar position in the cradle of her thighs, guiding his eager erection towards her opening with one hand, easing in the large, bulbous head, and then moving up to cover her body with his own, cupping around the back of her head with a strong hand as he slowly pushed the rest of his long penis inside her, savouring each inch, enjoying the feel of her walls tightening along the full length of his cock.
He remained fully embedded for a few seconds, before seeing the lust flare in her eyes, and he began to pull out, little by little, then tipped his hips to slide himself back in again. And again. And again, and this time the groan of pleasure came from his own throat, as well as Granger's.
"May I kiss you, Sir?" she asked, panting lightly along with his thrusts and running her fingertips across his lips.
"That is not my name," he growled in reply, gripping the back of her scalp and dropping his face nearer to hers.
"Severus, please can you …"
Hermione did not get to finish her sentence, since he was only too eager to close the final distance between them and pressed his mouth against hers, moving his jaw to surround her lips with his own, shoving his tongue roughly into her mouth and coiling it around hers with a pace that soon became frenzied, and caused him to speed up the thrusts of his hips as he crammed his cock into her, in wave after wave of lustful pleasure.
He felt her hands stroke down his back with an affection he wished she truly felt, squeezing handfuls of his flesh as he fucked her, sliding down to grip tightly to his rampaging hips and arse cheeks as he pistoned into her, all thoughts of his sore, tormented cock forgotten, chasing down his own climax.
The force of his thrusting caused their passionate snogging to disconnect, and he reared up high above her, feeling her lips and tongue on his bare chest as he moved up her body, his hips and thighs trembling with their imminent release. He felt her come yet again, her walls tightening around him as he thrust his last - shooting spurt after spurt of his hot seed inside her as he reached his own orgasm, shouting and snarling as he ensured every last drop that had built up inside his throbbing sacs over the last few nights was securely deposited.
Fucking hell.
Feeling himself begin to soften, Severus looked down at the exhausted girl, who finally looked as though she might be sexually satisfied.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, pushing his long hair back from where it was falling into her face.
"I am fine now, I think," she replied, and he rolled off, lying on the mattress next to her and pulling the first thing he could reach over them, lest they get cold from the sudden change in body temperature.
It was his cloak. He had seen her wrapped in it as he'd entered the room, his heart broken seeing her trying to seek physical comfort and assuage her compulsion using an item of his clothing. He covered them both with the voluminous black cloth, and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her.
"May I ask from where you procured this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You left it in my dormitory, you know, the night you visited me, after Parvati died. You didn't take all your garments with you when you left. I kept it to sleep with. I found that the smell and feel of it comforted me when I was alone. I am sorry. You may have it back."
"I have a dozen of those robes. If it comforts you, then by all means, keep it."
Granger lifted her eyes to meet his, no longer full of frantic lust, but her normal, warm brown, all concern and understanding.
"Where have you been? What happened to you?"
She turned towards him as he began to explain everything that had happened after she'd slain Nagini and Apparated away with Miss Roach. Her face was horror-struck, and on many occasions during his tale she reached out to touch him, either stroking a forearm, squeezing a shoulder, or even once cupping his cheek.
He told her of the interminable time on the floor of the Riddle House cellar, next to the dead body of the snake, and how close to either insanity or death he had been, trying his best to be factual and not overly dramatic. She'd moved the cloak and tossed it on the floor, using her wand to rearrange the sheets and eiderdown over them neatly, and to stoke up the small bedroom fire to cast light and heat across the room.
Describing the moment where the Dark Lord had been forced to cast a Rennervate to keep him conscious, she had thrown herself into his arms, crossing the mattress and forcing him to hold her close.
"You could have died!" she exclaimed, and he could feel her heart beating fast as their naked chests pressed together.
"But I did not," he replied, "and it meant that the threat of my imminent death scared him. He released me from the compulsion curse, for he had proved his petulant little point, but ultimately, he needs me alive. Not even he is foolish enough to slay a high-ranking, loyal servant who does his every bidding."
She sat up, holding the bedcovers to her chest.
"Wait. He released you from the curse?"
"He did, indeed."
"All that we just did, you were not compelled?"
"I was not," he confirmed, wondering where this line of questioning was headed.
"But … but that means …"
"It means, Granger, that you still have the curse upon you, and you will be under its control until we are successful in our mission to kill the Dark Lord."
"I know, but …"
"All these buts," he teased, gently smirking. "We will continue as before. I shall visit here often to ensure that you are kept free of curse-related symptoms."
"That's hardly fair on you."
Severus trailed a hand up her bare spine from its base to the nape of her neck, reaching under her hair, and making her visibly shiver. He then used his long fingers to pull her head down towards him, laying her head on his broad shoulder.
"Trust me when I say, girl, that meeting your sexual needs does not concern or inconvenience me in any way. I believe that we agreed previously regarding some level of attraction to one another? That has not changed, on my part, with the dissolution of the compulsion curse. I do not doubt, that were the situation reversed, you would still be willing to assist me."
He felt her body relax and unclench, and could not help turning his head and planting a light kiss on her soft forehead, fool that he was.
"If you are now comfortable, I should take my leave. I need to use the Floo to return to Hogwarts, since my headmaster's privileges have been revoked and I am no longer able to Apparate directly into my office. I shall contact Minerva through your kitchen fireplace."
"I am comfortable, thank you. I am so grateful you came when you did."
Severus could not help smirking in a juvenile fashion at her inadvertent double-entendre.
"As am I," he drawled, "I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep going."
"What? Oh!"
Granger blushed scarlet, and he could feel the heat of her face on his bare skin.
"I am sorry. I should not tease you."
"It's ok. I don't mind it, Sir. It shows that you're human."
"Such goes the rumour, Granger, and will you please desist from addressing me as Sir? I cannot deny that I find it erotic on one level, but you have now left school and we are equals. Let us try and assimilate ourselves to our new roles with as little awkwardness as possible."
"I don't think this will ever not be awkward," she muttered.
Given that he had a naked former student cuddling up to his equally naked body, in that student's bed, in a house he should not be in, in the middle of the night, he had to concur that she had a point.
"We shall deal with the demands of your compulsion as and when they present themselves. I am hoping that, since you were only ever given a single cast of the curse, that the occasions will be less frequent than before."
Well, that was a blatant lie. He would consider it an honour to make love to this girl every day for the rest of his life, should she so desire it.
"I understand, Sir. I mean, Severus."
Snape gave her forehead a cursory kiss, if there was such a thing, before gently moving her from his shoulder and leaving the bed, extremely reluctantly, should truth be known. He was struck with the insane idea of never returning to the castle, to his job, and simply staying here with Granger and Lupin, hiding under the Fidelius charm and doing what he could to bring down Voldemort, Umbridge and the Ministry.
Of course, if he did so, that would make all his (and her) suffering over the last few days pointless, since he could have just Apparated straight here and to hell with the Dark Lord, and the sane part of his mind knew that he had an important role to play inside Hogwarts and amongst the Death Eaters, but really, the thought of hiding out in Grimmauld Place had never seemed so appealing.
Clothing himself with a wave of his wand, he advised her that he would be in contact with them tomorrow, and left her bedroom without further physical contact, despite wanting to kiss her goodnight deeply and thoroughly. He must at least attempt to remain emotionally uninvolved, if he were to walk this path he had set for himself, achieve what he must, and assist Miss Granger along the way.
He walked through the dark house, feeling his way down the stairs and heading for the kitchen, where the main fireplace had been left on a low burn. Lupin had clearly gone to bed during the hours (had it been hours?) that he had been ensconced in the master bedroom, returning the young witch to full strength in the most pleasant way possible.
Sticking his head in the fire, he called the Floo in the heads' private bedchamber, knowing that Minerva was likely to be fast asleep, and would not hear the Floo in the main office. He waited for her to get out of his bed and attend the call, a bed that he would be reclaiming before the night was over, thank you very much.
-xxx-
The following afternoon, Hermione and Orla were in the Grimmauld Place back garden, for the whole space, although not huge, was under the reaches of the Fidelius charm and thus it was completely safe for them to spend time outside. Remus was with them, resting in a low hammock that he had cleverly Transfigured from a bed sheet and slung between two trees, Teddy snoozing on his chest, the baby's delicate skin protected from the hot July sun by the copious green leaves of the trees above.
Charlie had come over to join them, bringing Garth, a crate of a dozen Butterbeers and a pile of sandwiches that he had set his wand to making and forgotten to stop, so there was plenty to eat. All four of them felt a little guilty that the others were all hard at work in their respective occupations, but not enough to stop them enjoying a sandwich, a beer and the chance to feel the sun on their faces.
Garth was flapping around the garden, making tentative but ultimately useless attempts to fly, his stumpy wings meaning that he barely got two inches off the ground at any point.
"He's trying, though," Charlie defended. "I've been taking him out at nights with me when I practise my Animagus form, showing him what to do. You watch, I'll make a flier of him yet. He'll do it!"
This had led to a discussion about Animagi, everyone interested in Charlie's dragon form, and this had encouraged Remus into the conversation, which became a little emotional as he remembered his friends, Harry's father and godfather, and the efforts they had gone to in order to change their forms to support his own, involuntary, transformations.
Lupin looked pale and a little unwell, despite the fine weather, and Hermione had attributed this to the full moon being almost upon them. They discussed how tomorrow he would take Teddy to Shell Cottage, where the child would remain with Fleur and Charlie whilst he changed into a werewolf. Hermione had seen the protections that Remus had put on the cellar, to cage himself in the bowels of the house to avoid hurting anyone. There were deep scratches on the door, and rips in the mattress he had put down there for himself. It made her feel dreadfully sorry for him, what he had to live with every day of his life. At least her own curse had the eventual possibility of a cure.
Orla asked him dozens of questions, wanting to help, saying that she hoped to go into Healing, in the future. He'd replied rather tetchily that there was little she could do, unless she wanted to brew him fresh Wolfsbane potion for a full week, every month. Looking a little defiant, the Irish girl had replied that she would ask McGongall or Snape when they visited if they would be able to get her ingredients and the instructions, having already established that the two bedrooms on the topmost floor, the ones that had belonged to Sirius and Regulus, were still crammed with equipment from their own schooldays, including both their potion kits.
Lupin had looked gratified, but not hopeful, at her insistence.
As the afternoon had drawn on and Teddy had awoken, Orla had taken the small baby and supported him on her lap, slightly sitting, as Garth entertained him with a series of strange little twirls and pratfalls that soon had the child giggling in that intoxicating way that only a tiny infant can, making all of them laugh.
Charlie encouraged Remus to get off the hammock and lay in the sun, advising that the hot sun on his skin would make him feel better, and go a way towards easing his aches and pains. They'd had to force him, Charlie turning the hammock into a kind of cloud that poofed away and left Remus laying on the bare grass, where he'd grumbled 'like an old man' Charlie had teased, but eventually he'd moved into the sun, finding a patch of soft, over-long grass and laying back with a pleasured sigh, closing his eyes as the sun beat down upon him.
It was further indicative of how much he was enjoying it, when they noticed him unbutton the front of his old shirt to expose his chest to the healing rays of the warm sunlight, pushing up his sleeves, as if trying to soak up as much as he could. Hermione could not help noticing the scarring on his arms and chest, scars that were jagged and in random pattern, much like the two or three across his face and around his neck. Scars that were self-inflicted during his transformations, or during times when he had fought with other animals whilst transformed. She knew at least some of those scars had been earned that night in third year, outside the entrance to the tunnel that led to the Shrieking Shack, and bestowed upon him by Sirius Black in his Animagus form, during their terrible fight.
As the shadows grew longer, Charlie took Garth and returned to Shell Cottage to begin preparing dinner for Fleur, and endured some teasing from Remus about his new career as a house-witch. The elf from Hogwarts delivered their own food relatively early, timed to coincide with the students' dinner time, which was always fairly early on in the evenings so that student could do their homework afterwards.
Teddy decided that he didn't want to lay in the kitchen cradle whilst they were eating, so Remus and Orla took turns in holding him whilst eating their food one-handed, and Hermione was secretly glad not to participate. Although Teddy Lupin was undeniably cute, she preferred to eat her dinner with both hands rather than juggle a baby. Her mother had always said that Hermione was not baby-minded, and she'd tended to agree.
Minerva had come through the Floo as they were clearing the kitchen together, doing the dishes by hand for want of an occupation, wiping the surfaces and replacing the clean crockery and cutlery. Remus was making an amusing little line of freshly-washed baby bottles, filling them with the right amount of magical baby formula powder and then screwing on the lids, bottles that he would then finish making up, bleary-eyed, in the night by adding water, then heating them individually on the stove.
"The less to do in the middle of the night when I can barely see, and that young man is blasting my eardrums, the better," he'd quipped, waggling his fingers in front of Teddy, who was being held by Orla to watch what his Daddy was doing.
McGonagall told them that the handover of the headship back to Snape had gone smoothly, and she'd enjoyed the barely-disguised looks of disgust on the faces of the Death Eater 'teachers' as they'd seen him returned unharmed.
"If those animals ever get the chance to attack Severus, on a level field without the spectre of Voldemort looming over them, he will need to watch his back. They looked like a pack of wild wolves tonight, ready to tear him limb from limb. No offence, Remus."
"None taken, Minerva. It is certainly not my choice to be a wild wolf. No doubt I would attack whatever came across my path, also," he said, darkly, as the time for his transformation drew even nearer.
Orla asked McGonagall about the possibility of her brewing the Wolfsbane potion, and the old Gryffindor Head of House promised to speak to Snape about it, suggesting he would be the best person to procure the ingredients, or even to teach her. Orla had blanched at the suggestion, no doubt she was still rather scared of their fierce, former Potions master.
A date and time was arranged for the next Order meeting, which would be after the full moon, to give Remus time to recover, and he promised to advise Kingsley, Audrina, Fleur and Charlie. Minerva would be responsible for conveying the information to Professor Snape and Professor Sprout.
"I have one more suggestion, or rather question, to put to you," Minerva began, directing her question to Hermione. "Mr Finnigan. He has been to see me on a number of occasions since the death of Miss Patil, and twice since you left the school. I wonder if now is not the time to bring him into our fold. Would he wish to join us, do you think?"
"I think that Seamus would want to fight for the cause, yes. He is due to return to his mother in Ireland at the end of next week, when school finishes, so it is worth asking him. If he goes home, he can be given the connection to Floo here for meetings, and stay if necessary."
"I was hoping you would say that," McGonagall replied. "He is hot-headed and foolhardy, that is true, but so are most Gryffindors. Seamus Finnigan is brave and steadfast, and there is no doubt he has a fire in his belly that burns to avenge the deaths of his friends."
"It's where else he lights a fire that I'm worried about," muttered Lupin, causing them all to smirk.
"His lack of containment could prove to be his greatest strength," Minerva suggested. "I shall speak to him when he next attends my office, I don't expect it will be long before he visits me again. I shall not need to summon him."
Their business completed, they bid Minerva goodnight, and she placed a small kiss on Lupin's cheek, wishing him the minimum of suffering during the full moon, looking at him with tender affection, mixed with great sadness and regret. Once she had disappeared through the green flames, he excused himself to go and prepare Teddy's bag for Shell Cottage, and put the baby down for the night.
"Have you ever brewed Wolfsbane?" Orla asked her, when they were left alone at the kitchen table.
"Never," Hermione admitted, "but I did brew Poly … um, a really complicated potion in my second year, though. It's just a matter of following the instructions exactly. I'm sure you could do it?"
"I'll give it a go, to be sure. Poor Remus, what a nightmare to go through every month. It certainly puts menstruating into perspective."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Orla's bold statement, amazed at her compassion for someone else, considering how much she had been through herself in the last few weeks. The thought of her ordeals made Hermione's pale into insignificance. That was the mark of a Hufflepuff, though, strong and uncomplaining, hard-working and loyal. Orla was actually amazing. She bid Hermione goodnight, saying that she was going to her room to read, and to pack a bag for their few days at the cottage, leaving her alone in the kitchen.
-xxx-
Hermione had been to her own room, thrown a few belongings into a bag and changed into Remus' old t-shirt that she quite enjoyed wearing as night clothes during the hot summer weather, and headed back downstairs, grabbing a book from the library but preferring to read in the kitchen, where there was a cool breeze from the back door, and in reaching distance of the stove for those essential cups of tea to accompany her descent into a good book.
An hour later, or maybe more, Hermione couldn't tell, since she'd been engrossed in the story whilst drinking tea at the table, the flames in the kitchen fireplace glowed green, accompanied by the tell-tale whoosh that indicated someone was coming through the Floo.
It was him. Clad in his full black teaching robes, he appeared to fill the room with his imposing presence.
"Are you alone?" he asked.
"Yes. They went upstairs a while ago. Separately, I might add."
He arched a thick, black eyebrow.
"For now."
"What?"
"Do not trouble yourself. Just a small observation. The reason for my visit is you. I understand that you will be heading for the Weasley cottage tomorrow, for the duration of the full moon?"
"Yes, that's right. Remus thought it best that no one stays in the house whilst he's transformed in the cellar."
"I agree with him wholeheartedly. However, it presents us with a small problem, in that it will be rather difficult for me to visit you at the cottage, since I am led to believe it is rather cramped?"
"Ah, I see. Yes, it is. There's one room downstairs that is all open-plan, kitchen, sitting room, dining area, you know. Then upstairs Fleur has the main bedroom, and Charlie has the second one. There is a tiny third room with twin beds that Orla and I are to share."
"Then you see the problem," he replied.
"I do."
He paused, taking a deep breath through his wide nostrils and holding it in, his chest expanded, before holding out a hand to her.
"May I suggest, Hermione, a brief trip to your excellent library, to bank some credits, as it were, for the coming days?"
She took his offered hand without a word, but felt the smile creeping to the corners of her mouth. She was not compelled, but understood what he was saying. A sexual encounter now would buy her the longest period of respite from the curse. His hand was warm and dry as he led her down her own hallway, and she could not help but feel a lurch of excitement in her stomach, not the desperate pull of the compulsion, but … something else.
They entered the library and he closed and warded the door behind them, firing an Incendio at the small fireplace and lighting two of the wall sconces with an impressively nonchalant wave of his wand, before taking hold of her other hand and pulling her towards him. Snape looked down at her in a serious way, his eyes wary, but searching. Lifting one hand slowly, he brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek, tilting her chin up when he reached it.
"I must confess, that due to the punishment I put my … equipment through, the last few days, I am not able to have intercourse with you, as much as I would like to. But, I shall ensure that I satisfy you. May I proceed?"
Her answer was somewhat incoherent, and she noticed the wicked smirk that fell across his face as she demonstrated exactly how flustered he was making her, a smirk that travelled all the way to those black eyes, lighting a dark fire behind them.
Shit. She could feel herself getting damp, already. She had no sense of restraint whatsoever.
Snape sat down in one of the large reading chairs by the window, pulling her backwards into his lap, her legs outside of his, sliding his large hands up her bare thighs and toying with the hem of the purloined t-shirt. She leaned against him, and he burrowed his long nose into her hair, pushing his lips next to her ear.
"Do we feel, Granger, that we are fully dressed for walking about the house?"
She smiled to herself, grateful that he couldn't see her getting turned on and loving every moment of the attention he was lavishing upon her.
"It's my house."
"Indeed it is," he replied, reaching under the t-shirt, pushing it up her body and finding her bare breasts, for she had not bothered to put her bra back on after changing for bed.
He took one in each hand and began to gently fondle them as if reacquainting himself with the feel of them, and Hermione found the heat and sound of his heavy breathing against her ear to be as erotic as his touch.
"These tits, Granger," he breathed. "These are fucking amazing tits."
She could definitely feel herself getting wet, now. His nimble fingers began to skilfully roll her nipples, enticing each one into a point, making them hard and erect as he worked on her.
Holy shit, this wizard knew how to touch her. Hermione felt another lurch in her stomach, and she wondered if it was the compulsion making itself heard due to his proximity, or just her own desire.
When he had her panting, he lowered his hands, sliding them back down her body to reach her knickers, and he toyed with the material, twisting the sides, stroking her mound over the soft cotton.
"How disappointing to find you covered," he drawled, and he must have cast a non-verbal spell, as she immediately found herself not wearing the knickers any longer.
"Where have you put them?" she asked, sitting up a little.
Snape pulled her back down, opening his own thighs between her own, spreading her legs wide.
"Now, do you really care where they are?" he asked, slipping both hands to her most private parts and fluttering his fingers there, splaying her open and delving inside. "Or shall we continue here, rather than fret over lost knickers?"
"Continue," she mumbled, arching her back in pleasure.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," he teased, scooping one fingertip around her cleft and exposing her clitoris, which he began to stroke in rapid little circles, immediately pushing her from moderately aroused to hopping around in his lap.
"I want you to continue, Severus," she answered, turning her face so that she could reach his lips with her own, no longer embarrassed. "Please."
The headmaster did not disappoint her, and the feel of his mouth moving on hers, in time with the persistent fingers exciting her sensitive clit, was a heady mix. Hermione reached a hand up towards his head, taking hold of a handful of his stringy black hair, no longer disgusting to her, but instead was a means to draw him closer, to make him growl so that he opened his mouth and gave over his tongue, which she eagerly sucked upon, feeling his erection hard beneath her bottom.
Snape applied his other hand to her pussy, exciting every part of it with his searching fingers, and she felt herself begin to come, her hips pushed upwards and rigid as he strummed and played her, forcing her over that edge of bliss as her orgasm hit her. She broke the kiss, throwing her head back against his shoulder and letting out little gasping pants of satisfaction.
"Fuck, fuck … ohh, fuck … yes …"
She heard and felt him chuckle.
"I have advised you that I cannot fuck, as much as I would like to. But already you cause me pain, witch," he growled, bouncing his hips underneath her so she could feel his burgeoning erection. "I cannot help but be aroused when you come so beautifully in my lap, little Nimue."
Hermione wondered if she would ever tire of hearing the tender and dirty words mixed together as they spilled from this dark wizard's lips in his impeccably correct, deep voice. She turned her head and dropped a slow, chaste kiss on his pale cheek, watching him close his eyes in what appeared to be delight as he received it.
"Can I interest you in one more, before I have to leave you?" he asked, as he spun her sideways so that she was sitting across him, one leg over the chair arm and the other pointing towards the floor, in order to insert his fingers deep inside her, leaning forward to bestow a proper, open-mouthed kiss upon her, unfurling his tongue inside her mouth and tucking his nose skilfully out of the way.
As he began to twist and turn his fingers inside her, they both knew that he had just asked the world's most unnecessary question.
