Apologies for not posting last week, two chapter to make up for it. Enjoy.
"What is it you think about when in my classroom?"
He finds the words falling from his lips, sounding much calmer than he feels.
She is almost free of his office when the ever present tingling that lives on his left forearm reminds him that neither of them can choose another outcome tonight. He has waited too long already and it will only be a matter of time before the Dark Lord summons him, the punishment for not having completed this task is not worth thinking of.
His body and his burden move him forward.
It's easy, he tells himself, she is young and easily exploited— he certainly was at her age. Would he be in this position now if he wasn't?
He stops her as she approaches the door, placing his fingers on her shoulder. She freezes, her entire body moving with her deep, shuddering breaths.
"I know," he says in a commanding voice, his fingers sinking into her clothed flesh, "I know."
Severus feels as her breath hitches, the physical response— her shoulder tighten under his hand.
"I'll offer you a choice," Snape whispers dangerously, dipping his mouth to her ear. "You can either tell me, or, you can show me what it is you fantasise about in my classroom."
He turns her with ease, Severus wants to ensure she cannot hide from him, but her eyes are cast down.
"Sir–" she says breathlessly "—please don't–"
He can't help but admire the pretty pink blush that spreads across her face and down her neck, dipping under her shirt and he imagines over her breasts, a sight he aches to see.
Severus would usually be embarrassed or enraged by the instant response his body is displaying, of course the girl cannot see with his voluminous robes acting as armour.
His laugh is cold and cruel, not an ideal tool for seducing young witches.
"It would please me to hear you say these thoughts rather than having to invade your mind, Miss Granger."
Severus watches Granger's face as he uses her greatest goal in life– pleasing him– in order to manipulate her into dripping her filthy thoughts out.
"B—but if you already know," she whines, still not looking up at him.
He tips her chin up until the girl's eyes meet his briefly, she flicks them wildly around the room in an attempt to thwart his entry into her mind. There are tears brewing behind her lashes.
"Miss Granger," Severus says in his most affectionate whisper, "perhaps if you tell me, then we can come to an arrangement."
Her eyes widen and he can see the moment her pupils dilate as her mind draws up images and fantasies, without prying he can see them flashing behind her eyes. He is well versed in her longing looks now.
"You won't make fun of me? Or—or punish me?"
"I will not mock you," he assures her, "I will only punish you if that is what you desire."
Her breath hitches in her throat again, new thoughts flooding her with curiosity.
Severus hides his impatience as the girl struggles with the idea of verbalising her most intimate thoughts. He has rarely felt as eager in his life, his insides squirm excitedly, this might be as close to giddy as he has ever felt in his adult life.
Granger's eyes are pleading but her jaw is set.
"Won't we— won't I get in trouble? What if Professor McGonagall suspects something? Oh Merlin! What if the Headmaster finds out? Even this conversation could get me expelled. Why aren't you angry? You should be livid with me."
Severus allows his fingers to trail teasingly across her shoulder and onto her arm, the coiling tension of almost having her is aching low. He is watching her bottom lip as it trembles with fear and confusion.
"I will not deny that at first I was… nonplussed in your attention. Now, as it stands I need to know for certain, I need to hear you say it."
She shuffles slightly, raising onto the balls of her feet and back down, an argument poised that she gratefully abandons. He watches as her mouth opens and closes several times, the words dying on her tongue.
"I think—" she whispers in a breathy voice that sends shivers down his spine and straight into his groin. "I think about you and I— I think about you—"
"Spit it out Granger," he recoils at his own impatience, but it is difficult when she slips from his hold.
"It's hard," she says in a thick voice through unshed tears.
Severus almost smirks.
"You are usually so forthcoming with your thoughts and opinions. Now, I want you to tell me."
The girl buries her face into her hands, she is still glowing with embarrassment. It's safe to say she could not have predicted her punishment would play out like this— like her fantasies.
"I think about having sex with you, is that what you wanted to hear?!"
Her shoulders are shaking as the girl sobs her humiliation.
"Actually no," he replies with finality.
"What?"
She looks up at him with two perfect tears rolling down her cheeks that drip from her jaw onto her breasts.
"You heard me," Severus says coldly, withdrawing his hand from her person. "The Miss Granger that I have been burdened with these past six years has never given an answer as insufficient."
The twitch of her lips and chin as she suppresses further tears is oddly hypnotic.
"Let me hear that keen and greedy mouth of yours echo the filth that I know lives in that vast brain, I'm sure I am not wrong in believing your vocabulary is accomplished enough to impress me."
It's a pathetic attempt at plying her into a sense of overwhelming need to please and achieve, it's crass and unimaginative and yet her eyes flash with determination.
He folds his arms across his chest in wait for her response.
"I think about you touching me, licking me, fucking me… making me come. I think about your hands— a lot actually— I think about how expertly you can use them to create potions and if they might control my body in a manner as mesmerising," she finally rattles off in one big breath.
"More often than not these fantasies are instantly spoiled by my own sense of reason and logic— it's not real but my brain can't stop the process of worrying about being caught— about how inappropriate it is to feel this way," she continues.
Severus is impressed, although he certainly won't let that be known to her. Only Granger would allow her fantasies to be ruled and spoiled by logic.
He fears he might become addicted to watching the trail of embarrassment that paints her features. Intentionally tapping a finger against his bottom lip he draws her eyes onto his mouth.
"I appreciate the effort," he says coldly.
With his cloak whipping around his ankles, Severus descends on Granger like a predator. The girl's features are a perfect mixture of fear and intrigue. His eyes pierce hers at close range as he whispers;
"Follow me."
He turns back to his desk, pulls out his wand and reveals the door that leads to his chambers. Granger's eyes are wide with intrigue, her face tells the perfect story of shame, lust and fear— a powerful combination and one he can brew into something intoxicating.
"Come," Severus prompts as he holds the door open for her.
Before his conscience takes over he leads her through the living room and into his bedroom, closing the door behind them.
She is glancing around his room wildly, tugging on the hem of her school cardigan. He isn't oblivious to the panicked stricken look that is overwhelming her. Granger likes to play by the rules— mostly— and the idea of finding herself in a professor's private chambers, propositioned must be overwhelming her good sense.
"S—sir?"
"Undress."
"What?" she asks incredulously, eyes comically wide.
"You heard me," he says sharply, "undress and then crawl onto my bed."
Perhaps when he hinted at making her fantasies a reality, she had envisioned tender kisses and close embraces? This was no time for foolish, teenage romance.
Her eyes question him even while her obedient fingers reach for the clasp of her robes. She is uncertain of him and his reaction rather than what she wants, with this knowledge in mind Severus presses on, ready.
His mind moves slowly, through murky waters as he gives the shedding of her clothes his full attention. His bedroom has never bore witness to such pleasure, nor has he. The delicate dance of her fingers as she contemplates what is happening, each button a question in her mind.
"What if—" she pauses once her white shirt is bared "— someone comes looking for me, for you?"
"Nobody will come, it is safe here," he assures her and perhaps himself.
Her shirt joins the discarded robes, followed by her skirt. When Hermione stands before him in just her underwear and socks she falters.
Severus nods sharply, indicating that she should continue— she does. His breath shudders out, in keeping her on track he has little time to dwell on his own thoughts, of the guilt that simmers steadily beneath thoughts infused with her.
The white cotton that contains her secrets is shed.
A vision is revealed as she tentatively approaches his bed with very little grace and presents herself to him timidly.
Dipping into her mind would help.
Her toes are beckoning him in their anxious curl and release as she watches him closely. She struggles to cover her breasts with one arm, her knees pressed firmly together in an attempt to hide from him. Her innocence is obvious and it's difficult for him not to wrap her quivering form in her robes and send her back to safety.
But he must push on, the least he can do is bring her some pleasure in an attempt to assuage his guilt.
Approaching the bed he sinks onto his knees, trailing both hands up her calves eliciting a small breathy scream and he wastes no time in prying her legs apart. His own excitement is guiding him, helping him navigate this journey.
Mouth dry with anticipation Severus cannot focus on anything beyond the tempting scent of her arousal that greets him once he is gazing between her thighs.
"So wet already Miss Granger," Severus teases as he drags two fingers through her sodden folds. "You ache for this don't you?"
"Yes sir!" she yells loudly as he sinks his fingers inside her heat.
She is impossibly tight. Severus fears that she might suffocate him once he finally feels Hermione Granger's cunt wrapped around his cock.
"I am going to taste you now girl," he says hungrily. "I will fuck you with my tongue until you come all over my chin."
His mouth covers her mound fully for a moment sucking hard.
"Oh Merlin!" She whimpers, throwing one arm over her flushed face.
He runs his tongue along her slit, parting her folds and exposing her swollen clitoris for his attention. She does not speak again, only communicates her pleasure in breathy moans and delicate whimpers. Her sounds are electricity running through him as he devours her. Two fingers beckon her front wall as his tongue drives her towards ecstasy.
"I—I—"
The soft flesh of her thighs clamp his ears in a vise and Severus mourns the loss of her pleasured sounds but is quickly rewarded with a loud, crackled scream that permeates through.
He drinks her down as she clenches around his fingers and shakes rhythmically, her entire body tensed and trembling for him.
This is a spectacle deserving of an audience.
His clothes are shed with a mumbled spell, he is not interested in drawing her attention to the mess that is his body, but it seems unfair to stay dressed when she is so naked and vulnerable.
Once her body has settled and become soft and moldable he grips her thighs and spreads them wide before crawling up her form until his weeping tip prods at her with intent.
Severus plunges his cock into her still twitching, constricting channel.
The girl shrieks at the sudden intrusion and buries her nails into his shoulder blades, if she leaves a mark it will be welcome, but will go unnoticed amongst the rest.
It's done. He has taken what cannot be given back.
Hermione Granger has offered him her innocence on a silver platter and he has devoured it without hesitation. Her tight little hole is his conquest, his territory— his home now.
The feeling is unrivalled.
Her cunt is luring him deeper even as she cries out. It's a contradiction that he is unable to resist.
His fingers find their way into her open mouth and her eager, ragged cries are replaced by greedy suckling. Her tongue mirrors her pussy in its quest to pull his seed from him.
"Little witch," he says in a warning tone, "you are not to come until I say, do you understand?"
There is no fear of it. She is still adjusting to his size, not even close to orgasm but Severus is aware of the power he holds over this girl.
Immediately she obeys, while her body responds differently, clamping and clenching, seeking the release she knows not how to achieve.
He will teach her.
"You're mine now Granger," he whispers.
Her responding moan is a pleasant surprise and his natural response is to claim her further. He grasps her throat with one hand, his fingers still wet from her exploring tongue and applies just enough pressure so as not to frighten the girl. Moans greet him now that her pain mingles with this new pleasure he has unlocked for her.
Her pulse quickens under his fingers, whether from fear or excitement he's uncertain.
She keens wantonly under him and he's certain that her tight channel will mould his cock into a shape that suits her best— good. Her legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper as he struggles not to empty himself in her.
"Do you want to come again?"
"Y—yes sir," she replies breathlessly.
"Beg me," he whispers with a malicious glint in his eye, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her throat a little harder.
"Please sir?" she asks weakly, her small hand wrapping around his wrist.
"You can do better than that witch."
"P-please sir," she croaks, "please make me come again."
His thrusts are brutal, he might be hurting her, stretching her too far but the sight of her pert little tits bouncing rhythmically with each blow is hypnotic, this is a show after all.
"Are you going to come all over my cock girl? Are you going to soak my sheets?"
"Yes sir! Yes!"
He can feel her body starting its inevitable quest for climax. Her face is pink and blotchy, sweat sheens her brow. Severus releases his grip on the column of her throat and instead thrums her clitoris in time of his bruising thrusts.
"Come now, come all over me Miss Granger!" he growls before sinking his jagged teeth into the already marked skin of her delicate neck.
Hermione's screams are loud and strained, her head is thrown back as her body arches unnaturally.
Her walls pull on the last of his resolve and as she smothers him completely with her second life-altering orgasm. Severus buries his seed so deeply inside her that she will surely be stained by him for life.
Claimed.
"Good girl," he says soothingly, slowing his hips and pulling himself free.
She is a shuddering, whimpering mess. Severus mutters a contraceptive charm against her abdomen and feels the resulting warmth tingle under his finger tips.
Still thrown across his sheets, legs spread wide. Her cunt is pink and pulsating, Severus watches with interest as his seed drips from her, mingling on the sheets with her release and virginal blood.
He is overcome with the urge to taste her again, wondering if she tastes differently now that he has taken her.
Since this might be his only chance he is on her instantly. She jerks in surprise but he has her held firmly in place.
"I don't think I can— again," she almost cries.
"I do enjoy a challenge," he mutters against her flesh.
When he tries to slip a finger into her channel she hisses in pain and tries to pull away.
"Just tongue then," he says with a reassuring pat to her inner thigh.
Severus laps at her gently, with purpose. He tastes himself on her lust and she in all her sweetness manages to distil his bitterness into something palatable.
He licks her like a lover might. Careful to watch each movement, listening for any hitch of breath that might indicate bubbling pleasure.
Then he is caught off guard when she cries his name— his given name in ecstasy.
"Oh! Severus!"
He should punish her, he should warn her, he should stop suckling on her clit like a feral animal devoid of affection for far too long to admonish the chit for her impudence. Instead he watches the planes of her torso clench in pleasure as he slowly pushes her into blissful abandon.
There is no show this time, no extravagant release as she gently twitches and moans under his tongue, but something about her glossy eyes gazing down at him is powerful in a way that sends panic flaring through him. Severus pulls away quickly, ignoring his rapidly growing excitement.
"You need to leave," he says coldly.
"Sir?" she asks, lifting onto her elbows. "What did I do? Was— was I not good?"
She is a vision of debauchery even as her eyes fill with tears of disappointment and her bottom lip tremors once again.
"Get out!" Severus bellows.
The bathroom tiles are cool underfoot as he shuts himself away, waiting for Miss Granger to flee.
His eyes are wide and he sucks in deep breaths, gulping down the frigid dungeon air. Her sobs breach the door and his mind, drawing up emotions which he must fight, he cannot fall apart now.
He hears the thump of the bedroom door closing, it settles under his skin which is haunted by his own disgust.
For a moment or two he remains shut in his bathroom attempting to still his hammering heart. There is not much hope in hiding from himself, an acceptable account of proceedings isn't enough to fool Severus from how fixated on her he feels in this moment.
The bedroom is framed in low, flickering light that casts shadows across his bed. His bed which bears witness to what they— he has done.
He crawls onto the sheets, resting his hip in the damp spot she has gifted him with.
These memories will require serious architecture before they are safe to present to either master.
Sleep will not come easily tonight. He should clean the sheets, but shamefully, he wants the opportunity to sleep with some small part of her. Like perhaps her innocence— her goodness— might seep into him and cure him of the darkness that lingers.
His teeth chatter, his heart thuds painfully against his chest and his stomach churns as Severus struggles with his shields. It has been a long time— too long to remember— since he has battled this hard to shut down his thoughts. He is, if nothing, an excellent study of Occlumency, but she is sitting on the edge of his thoughts, her fingernails biting into his abilities. Hermione's body and sounds could shatter even the thickest shields.
With his eyes tightly shut Severus wills sleep to find him, to bring him peace and settle down the emotional response of his body and mind.