Chapter 34: Stormy Indifference
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The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle Wizarding World...
Fuming as he moved about the vast corridors of Hogwarts Castle, The Potions Master made his way toward his private quarters terrifying any student unfortunate enough to have crossed his path. The Golden Trio had been quite puzzled about his increased hostility, but none had been more puzzled about it than Hermione herself. Snape seemed to have been on the proverbial "war path" ever since she had that strange encounter with him in his office and it was quite strange to see him taking his apparent frustrations out on the unsuspecting in the form of both student and staff members of Hogwarts.
"Snape's at it again." said Ron Weasley not wishing to have to endure the wrath of the Potions Professor since the man struck him over the head with a book during one of his lectures where Ron had been nibbling on a biscuit from lunch he had hidden in his cloak.
"I am in no mood for him today." grumbled Harry recalling how Snape gave him four weeks detention with Filch for breathing too loud in class the previous week.
Hermione sighed.
Despite being apparently angered by her presence, Snape seemed to go out of his way to avoid her even more so than usual.
"Well, I think it's highly unfair that Professor Snape is taking whatever frustrations he is having on you Harry." replied the bushy haired witch. "In fact...I'm going to speak with him about this."
"Mione NO!" said Harry terrified of what Snape would do if she dared to interfere in his punishment. "Snape's already pretty steamed, just let him be alright before you make things worse or he finds a way to torture you too."
Hermione of course had not heard a word he said, as she had made up her mind a long time ago to have a word or two with her moody git of a secret husband.
Before either Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley could stop her, she'd been halfway to the Slytherin dungeons trailing after the angry Potions Professor as if she had no cause to fear his inevitable wrath.
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Severus Snape's Office, The Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...
Another empty bottle of Ogren's finest smashed against the nearby wall and Snape turned his attention toward opening another. Given his nature, Severus Snape was not a man that enjoyed having his emotions on display for anyone let alone was he a man that had been easily swayed by them but that is precisely what was happening to him.
He had deduced all too late that his undisclosed affair with his student Hermione Granger was taking a toll on him that he had not anticipated. Prior to being forced to wed her, he was celibate and quite in control of at least one aspect of his miserable existence only for Dumbledore to find a way to bind him to the leash in that regard as well. The problem had been in the fact that Snape had not been well accustomed to the intense surge of sexual desire that had begun to plague him the moment he stopped taking the suppression potion.
And to make matters a good deal worse for the already struggling wizard, the idiot girl had been in the beginning stages of ovulation and had little to no clue that she was. Her very presence had only intensified the intensely repressed sexual desires of a man whom had lived for quite a while without and resulted in his vast resentment of not only her and the farce of a marriage forced upon him, but himself for wanting her so badly.
"Stupid girl." hissed Snape trying his best to ignore the throbbing sensation in his cock as his mind once more traveled back to when he had last taken her to bed.
His drinking had usually been reserved for the end of the day when everyone had been turned in for the night and there was little in terms of his profession to see to aside from late night patrols about the castle.
On this occasion, he had already finished his classes and Filch had been set to patrol for the afternoon so he had been quite free to indulge as he liked. Sadly, his time that afternoon had not been as free as he would have liked after being disturbed by the sound of knocking coming from behind his office door.
Rolling his eyes, Snape made his way back behind his desk glaring at the student foolish enough to seek out his attention despite having a good idea as to whom it had been.
"Enter." he said in a low angry tone.
Proving herself to be as predictable as always, Hermione Jean Granger entered Severus Snape's office, her amber eyes wide as she noted the mess he had once more made of it. No sooner had she stepped inside, the door slammed and Snape waved his hand warding it and ensuring none would be privy to their discussion should prying eyes and eager ears be out and about in the dungeons.
"To what do I owe this displeasure Miss Granger." said Snape not at all hiding his contempt for his student turned wife.
Hermione observed him for a few moments.
She had not known why but she seemed to have quite a keen interest in either invoking the brooding man's ire or succumbing to her rather heated attraction to him. The first two times he had taken her to bed, it was out of pure necessity given the nature of their new found arrangement. Still, she could not get the rather gratifying experiences out of her mind and fought very valiantly to suppress them when around him in a more public setting, but being alone with him was another matter altogether.
"I still would like to speak with you Professor." said Hermione fumbling with her thoughts before finding the words. "I need to speak with you...Severus."
At the mention of his first name, Snape quickly got out of his chair and once more pinned her to his rapidly cleared desk. A low growl escaped him as he leaned down to speak into her ear as she bit her lip unable to stop the strange sensation building within her in the wake of her Potions Professor, lover's rough antics.
"Stupid girl." he growled pressing his very sizable erection into her body as he had the day in his office when he had cast her out and avoided her following their near romp encounter. "I've warned you before that you were playing a very dangerous game."
"I...I had no intention of playing anything..." gasped Hermione before feeling a tugging at her school uniform and the subsequent shift of her skirt and knickers.
Snape's large rough calloused hand moved along the smooth flesh of her suddenly exposed arse for a few moments inciting a few gasps from the seemingly excited young witch.
"Is this what you came here for?" he asked unzipping his trousers and freeing his pulsing pale appendage.
"I...I wished to know why you were acting...so..." Hermione's speech had been cut off by the onset of the intrusion of his enormous cock into her inviting warmth.
Her gasps filled the office blocked from the ears of any whom had not been worthy enough to have heard them.
"P-Professor..." she moaned clawing at the table she'd been pressed against belly first.
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" hissed Snape thrusting into her hard in retaliation of her perceived slight against him.
"S-Severus..." whimpered Hermione feeling a mix of arousal and discomfort in the wake of the older man's overwhelming sexual desire for her.
"Do you see...what you've made me become?" he growled in her ear. "Every second of every day I find myself scheming to justify feeling this...tight fucking trim enveloping my cock...being reduced to little more than a rutting animal is not something I aspire to Mrs. Snape."
The bushy haired witch had not known what had come over her but she craved the brooding wizard more than even she had initially let on it seemed as he continued to give her what she secretly wished for in the semi darkness of his office.
They had gone on like that for quite a while, rutting in the silence of the darkness aside from their mutual grunts and groans until Snape felt the inevitable tingling in his loins and his body grew tense. He knew all too well what the future had in store for them, at least as far as their physical lust for one another had been concerned. And it was a future to no doubt be marred by diapers and incessant crying as her ovulation only increased the wizard's desire to claim her womb.
He had barely managed to let her go the first time without sating his lust when they had been alone and he last had her pressed against his desk but this time, the blatant fantasies and what if scenarios had gotten the better of him and he knew she would not leave without his seed filling her belly.
A harsh groan escaped the older wizard and the floodgates had been opened before rational thought could appeal to his sense of logic and Hermione found herself nearly overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled with the inviting warmth making it's way to her womb via her Potions Professor husband.
"SEVERUS!" shouted the young witch gripping the desk as she lost herself in the throes of passion.
Panting and spent beyond belief, the drunken wizard pulled away from her noting the lack of his seed escaping her apparently greedy womb and made his way toward his chair. The equally panting Hermione Granger managed to get back to a vertical base as she set about tending to her attire and watching the dark eyed drunken wizard as he began to settle down following his sating of their mutual lust.
Snape leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes and attempting to catch his breath. Hermione said nothing once she had been spelled clean and properly redressed. Snape still had not moved his slick pale cock still peeking out of his trousers in the wake of their act and his ebony attire still draped over his tense lean pale body.
"I believe it's time for you to go, Miss Granger." he said not opening his eyes as he spoke.
Hermione seemed to have been in agreement as she quietly made her way to the unwarded door more confused about her feelings for her Potions Professor than ever. She didn't understand how he could make her feel so wonderful and so low all at the same time and yet, she couldn't help but want to linger in his presence despite his relative coldness toward her.
Given her youth and relative inexperience with the matters pertaining to sex, Hermione had been quite at a disadvantage when it came to understanding the notions of the stormy indifference her Potions Professor seemed to exhibit when it came to passion.
Unbeknownst to her, the numerous forced couplings had given way to something else all together as she failed to note that for the first time since their marriage began, Severus Snape had not initiated the act of sex with her out of necessity. He had done so out of pure unrestrained desire and to him it had been most disconcerting, not even he could find a means of justifying what had just happened between him and his student wife.