Chapter 33: Embittered Aspects

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Severus Snape's Office, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Parchment and a few stacks of books went flying across the darkened office where Severus S. Snape stood leaning against his desk with his eyes wild and his mind hazed. He had been quite keen when it came to intellectual challenges and even more so when those said challenges involved potions. As entertaining as it had been to bed Hermione Granger the first two times, his unruly cock's impulses had been something else all together.

The enraged Potions Professor concluded that he had been quite thoroughly dosed via a lust potion and the burning in his loins had been great evidence of that. The mere whiff of the little witch's jasmine scented bushy hair had set him off and he knew only one that had been capable of pulling off such a ridiculous feat.

"Albus you son of a bitch!" growled Snape smashing one of his empty jars against the cold stone wall opposite him just as the aforementioned bushy haired witch entered his domain.

Snape's obsidian gaze shifted to her shortly before he gathered himself enough to bolt behind his desk and collapse into his large leather chair glaring rather murderously at her for having the gall to intrude. The office had not been locked nor warded due to the daily activity of the students and their possible need to seek his counsel especially his young Slytherins during the day, but her being present annoyed him none the less.

"Professor?" said Hermione stepping into the room as she looked upon the small heap of broken glass before Snape waved his hand and made it vanish with minimal effort.

"What do you want foolish girl?" he hissed as his obsidian eyes narrowed in her direction.

"I was wondering if we could...speak privately." said Hermione not at all wishing to incur her Potions Professor husband's apparent wrath, but not in the least intimidated by it.

"We've conversed all we needed to in the corridor, Miss Granger." replied Snape doing his best to remain as neutral as possible against the heat that filled him due to the onset of her presence. "Did we not?"

Hermione had not known what to make of the tall brooding pale man clad in ebony as he sat behind his desk as menacing a sight as he had ever been, but the memories...the rather detailed memories of their spirited interactions since becoming joined as husband and wife had taken her mind by storm and she found herself moving closer to the desk in a bid to be near him.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something...something she had no words for when it came to how she felt about being around him it was almost as if she had been desperate for his attention more so than usual.

"I...I don't think we have sir." she said rather bravely, no doubt doing her house a good deal of credit as she continued to stand before the rather moody Slytherin.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the brave little Gryffindor, a coldness filled him as he had decided her needy nature sickened him much more than it use to. The involuntary twitching of his cock, which had been tucked rather poorly behind his ebony trousers seemed to give life to an unspoken desire he had little use for.

"Perhaps I haven't made myself clear." he said moving from behind his desk and making his way over to the rather silent but notoriously brave little witch. "I am in no mood for games, Miss Granger."

"That's wonderful Professor, as I have no intention of playing any." she replied meeting his dark gaze with her own amber eyes. "I wanted to...the other night...something happened...something neither of us seem to be prepared to acknowledge but given our situation I feel the reasonable thing to do would be to address it."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." replied Snape in his usual emotionless tone. "You are little more than a nuisance to me as you always were, but with the added bonus of monogamous trim to alleviate the aggravation."

"Professor...Severus..." began Hermione only to be cut off by a growling Severus Snape whom had swooped upon her so fast that she could hardly catch her breath.

"Foolish idiotic girl." he hissed glaring at her rather murderously.

Hermione simply met his gaze unwilling to be intimidated by him, least of all when it came to the ramifications of their ongoing sexual exploits. Snape seemed all the more enraged by her gall and in a swift motion he scooped her off the floor and pinned her onto his desk with her belly pressed against the wood and terror filed across her youthful face.

The bushy haired girl had been quite shocked by the level of malice as well as the strength behind her Potions Professor husband's movements. Before she could even let out a whimper he had been behind her, his ebony clad form pressed against her as he leaned with his chest pressed against her back in a bid to speak to her directly.

"Did you really think you could dictate the way this little act would go?" he asked in a harsh tone. "I'll not be a slave to my own cock because some little chit can't see fit to focus on something other than the wetness between her legs."

"I...I wasn't..." began Hermione unsure of what he had been accusing her of.

"Silence." hissed Snape even more enraged by his own arousal at the very sight of the girl he pressed against his desk.

Hermione let out a short gasp when she felt his twitching appendage pressed into her bent over body trying to make sense of not only what was happening in terms of her new husband's rage but what her body was doing in response to it.

A low moan escaped her further angering Snape due to his increased arousal and before either of them knew it, it seemed their respective bodies had other ideas as Snape found himself pressing into the young witch and retreating only to do it again and again. Hermione bit her bottom lip as her body rocked with the old wooden desk in time with his movements.

The embittered Potions Professor's groans coupled with Hermione's low whimpers filled the office for a time before Snape got the better of himself and pulled away furious by the fact that his newly awakened sexual desires were getting the better of him.

"Do you see what you've done?" he growled in the younger witch's ear. "Every second of every day I spend in this idiotic marriage will only ensure I destroy you and the world around you."

"S-Severus..." whimpered Hermione trying to catch her breath in the wake of his intense emotional war with himself.

"You will not make me him." growled Snape with his resolve strengthened as he backed away from her.

"I...I wasn't trying to..." began Hermione still unsure how to make sense of what was happening with him.

" ." replied Snape glaring at her in a murderous manner once more.

Seeing there was little room for continued discussion, Hermione adjusted her attire and made her way out of the Potions Professor's office with him slamming the door behind her. With the utterly confused young witch gone, Snape slammed his fists upon the surface of the desk where he had the girl pinned.

"Damn you Albus." he growled still clearly enraged.