A/N: So, this chapter isn't perfect, but I've spent way too much time trying to figure out why and fix it so I'm just going to give up and post it (:
Thanks to all of you who have been reading and commenting, I appreciate it so much 3
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Severus' head was pounding. He hadn't even opened his eyes yet and he knew he had a serious hangover. Whatever strange kind of whiskey Hagrid had plied him with was far stronger than he'd expected, and by the time he realized, he'd already been two glasses deep. And Hagrid's pours were as heavy-handed as you might expect. The night had been interesting, to say the least. Apparently his colleagues didn't have much better to do than gossip about the various hijinks and romantic disasters of their students. That, and the current political standings of wizarding Britain. The latter was almost a less appealing topic to him. He'd dealt with politics and madmen enough for one lifetime. As far as he was concerned, the ministry could do whatever they pleased as long as no one was bothering him or expecting any action on his part.
So, he'd mainly slouched in his chair and listened, drinking far too much and enduring several heavy slaps on the back from an over enthusiastic Hagrid. Until Minerva noticed his silence and then he became the new topic of conversation.
"Say, Severus, we barely get the chance to talk, anything exciting happening in your life?" Her eyes had sparkled with mirth at him over her wine glass. She always did enjoy goading him.
"Yes, yes," Pomona piped up, "Surely you must have more of a social life than all of us geriatrics."
"Perhaps, a lady friend?" Minerva suggested. All of the witches leaned slightly forward in anticipation. Nosy old biddies.
"Hardly." Severus replied with an eye roll.
"Oh, come now lad, you're still young!" Filius pointed out. His short legs dangled ridiculously from his chair.
Minerva leaned in conspiratorially, "I've been hearing things, Snape, plenty of young women are interested. You're a war hero, after all."
Severus sneered at the lot of them. "War hero, my arse. They've no idea what they're talking about." He took another sip of his drink to hid his face.
Had they all forgotten? He'd murdered their beloved friend and leader, and here they were, teasing him about his love life. His stomach suddenly felt hollow. Sometimes he wished they'd scorn him. Or at the very least ignore him... Then maybe he wouldn't feel so fucking guilty.
It must have been the drink, for he usually kept his feelings concerning all things war-related tucked neatly away; in a writhing, wiggling, dark box marked 'Do not open'. His own personal Pandora's Box.
He needed to get the hell out of there. But he couldn't figure out how to suddenly leave without looking strange. Since when do I care about looking strange? What the hell is in this whiskey? Trust Hagrid to give him some damn black market rubbish. Why on earth had he accepted it?
Hermione was turning him into a bumbling idiot. That must be it. She was systematically chiseling away at his exoskeleton, bit by bit. And it terrified him. He wasn't sure what she was hoping to find, but she'd surely be disappointed. Sure, he could dominate her, and satisfy her sexually… And he was sure as fuck enjoying it. But, beyond that… He was a broken man. He'd so far failed the only two women who'd ever given a fuck about him. Why would it end differently with her?
Fortunately, the conversation had moved on around him, and they had focused their interrogation on Sinistra instead. Severus had finished out the night sipping the dubious drink in his hand, deep in thought. He was sure outwardly he looked his normal, unimpressed self. But on the inside he'd been having a full on panic attack.
Damn it, Hagrid. His mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and tasted downright vile. He knew he had a hangover cure in the bathroom cabinet, if he could just make his way over there. Arghhhh.
He gingerly sat up in bed. His head was swimming. He stood up. Ah, fuck. His stomach lurched, threatening to empty itself right then and there. He took several deep breaths through his nose. He'd survived numerous bouts of torture throughout his life and here a bit of a hangover was going to do him in.
He marched over to the bathroom, keeping his roiling stomach in check with nothing but sheer will alone. The sconces lit themselves when he crossed through the doorway and he winced at the sudden light. Thank god Hogwarts hadn't upgraded to electricity, it could've been much worse. He fumbled through the cabinets urgently until he finally found the fizzing orange potion at the very back. Typical. He downed it quickly and then hunched over the sink, waiting for it to kick in. He met his own eyes in the mirror. Christ.
He looked awful. And that was saying something - he was no Prince Charming to begin with. His eyes were red rimmed and heavy. His usually pale skin was downright sallow. And his hair. His hair looked like he'd just brewed for three days straight without showering in between. Which, admittedly, he had done on several occasions. He must have done some serious sweating in his sleep. On the bright side, the alcohol had clearly erased whatever nightmares he'd surely had from his memory.
The nausea slowly faded away, and his headache eased to a dull ache. He could live with that. He sighed, and filled a glass with water from the taps and chugged it down. Better. He started the shower and stripped down and got in. The hot water felt heavenly. He'd gone to bed in his clothes. Never again, Hagrid.
He scrubbed at himself and let his mind wander. His recollection of the night before was slightly hazy, but he did remember his panicky inner dialogue. Okay, so maybe he'd been a bit dramatic. Either the alcohol had exaggerated his spiraling, or it had simply allowed his shields down enough for his true feelings to come through. It was impossible to tell. He could hardly let go of his mental blocks - even if he wanted to. They'd been welded into place by years of trauma and repression.
In any case, the message was pretty clear. For Hermione's sake and his own he should just end things, before it all blew up in his face. But, fuck, he just couldn't. He was in far too deep. And it had been, what, a month?
She was just so damn soft. Soft, and beautiful, and eager. And so utterly distracting. He could hardly go ten minutes without thinking about her. Hermione and her soft brown eyes, smiling up at him as she took his cock into her mouth. Hermione and her flushed red cheeks as she begged him to fuck her tight little pussy. Fuck. And she trusted him. He could see it in her mind, even when he wasn't purposefully looking. She was an open book. And Merlin, if it wasn't the most erotic thing of all. But he just wasn't sure if he was worthy of that trust…
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Minerva noted Severus's absence at breakfast Sunday morning with quiet amusement.
"Do you suppose Snape has had enough of us all for one weekend, or is he just too hungover to show up for breakfast?" She said aloud to no one in particular.
"Oh, I reckon he just had one too many glasses of my whiskey. My special blend, it was." Hagrid volunteered from a few seats down.
Minerva leaned forward and gave the half giant an incredulous glare. "Hagrid! You didn't!"
"What?"
"You know what. That.. that concoction is not fit for human consumption." Minerva shuddered, recalling the one - and only - time she'd sampled Hagrid's homemade whiskey. She'd been sick as a dog.
"Agh," Hagrid waved one giant hand in dismissal, "He's a tough lad. He'll be alrigh'."
Minerva was thoroughly unconvinced. "What do you put in that stuff?"
Hagrid winked and tapped at his forehead. "Now, tha's a family secret!"
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Hermione had gotten behind in her homework, and it was alarming. Well, technically, all her work was done on time. But she hadn't read ahead at all in the last week. She usually tried to keep up with where the curriculum was going, so she could research whatever they were about to go over in class next.
And not only that, NEWTs really weren't that far away and she hadn't even drawn up a timetable for studying. It was easy to understand now why her classmates were always doing things last minute. Sex and relationships were distracting. Speaking of distractions, her bum was even more sore than it had been the night before. And she'd never noticed before how hard all of the chairs in Grimmauld were. Even the soft, cushy ones…
She had to admit though, she did love the reminder. She'd had no problems following Snape's instructions the night before, and she'd found that her mind kept going back to her punishment. In the moment she'd been all nerves and it had hurt too much to think about anything else. But thinking back after the fact, Severus had been sexy as hell…
She kept going back to the moment he'd had to hold her down near the end of the paddling. The way he'd growled 'hold still' in her ear. The pressure of his hand at her lower back, holding her in place so he could finish beating her bum. God damn, is it hot in here? She glanced around the empty library awkwardly. She shifted around in her seat and the jolt of pain that followed only added to her arousal. Gods. If she hadn't been forbidden from masturbation she'd probably have started touching herself right there in the Library. She dropped her face down onto her open Runes book. What is wrong with you, Hermione?
"Hey, you alright?"
Hermione startled upright. Then winced at the twinge of her bruises. Ron had entered the library, looking at her curiously.
"Oh, hi, Ron. When did you get back?" She replied in a completely normal tone of voice.
He brought a hand up and scratched at the back of his neck with a little sheepish smile. "Er, we got back last night actually. Late, though, you must have been in bed already."
Oh, I was in bed alright… Hermione shook her head to clear it. "Oh, we? Is she still here? It must have gone well if she came home with you."
The tips of his ears were pink. Clearly he still found it awkward to discuss with her. But he was making an effort, which was nice. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.
"Nah, she left already. I think she felt a little awkward… But, yeah. It went well. Third date, it was." He grinned.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Third date, that sounds promising! What's her name?"
"Well, actually, it's Hannah. Hannah Abbott." Ron smiled down at the floor. He seemed almost giddy. It was kind of adorable, actually. She'd never heard him talk about any of his other dates like that.
"Oh, that's great, Ron! I'm happy for you. I hope it keeps going well… I think she would be a good match for you, now that I think about it." She smiled at him.
Honestly, she really did still love him, as a friend anyway. She wanted him to find someone that made him happy. And it didn't hurt that it might soften the blow when he found out about her activities as of late…. She was much more worried about Ron's reaction than Harry's. It was a little more complicated. She didn't think Ron still had feelings for her, but, knowing him, he might take it as a personal slight. It was just the way his mind worked. She could picture it already… 'Oh, I'm not good enough, but you'll sleep with a Death Eater?' Ron didn't usually mean the things he said when he was angry, but it was still hurtful.
But, here she was putting words in his mouth. Maybe he'd matured. And maybe, if things worked out with Hannah, he wouldn't be bothered at all. Perhaps she should give him a little more credit.
"Thanks, 'Mione. I, erm, I hope things are going well for you too… Whatever it is you've been doing.. Honest, I really do."
Hermione had the urge to give him a big hug. But, she thought that might be a little weird, considering. So, she settled for a smile instead.
"Thanks, Ron. I appreciate it. And I appreciate the effort to be friends again. I'd really like that… And, like I told Harry yesterday, I will tell you two who I've been seeing, just not quite yet."
He sighed and walked over, plopping down in the chair to her left. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together in front of his face. He gave her a speculative look.
His new position suddenly made it apparent how much he'd filled out since the summer. His shoulders were broadening and his jawline was sharpening. For a split second she got a glimpse of the man he was growing up to be. A strange wistfulness washed over her. For however short it had been, for a time she'd thought she might marry him someday. And even though they'd quickly realized it would never work out between them, he would always have a special place in her heart.
He pinned her with earnest blue eyes, "Just.. As long as he… he?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, it's a he."
He huffed a little laugh. "Okay, as long as he treats you right."
Hermione's cheeks warmed. "He does." But certainly not the way you're imagining… "I wouldn't stick around for less, and you know it."
"I know," he smiled, "just sayin'." He held out one large freckled hand to her, "Friends?"
She put her hand in his and squeezed. There was nothing there. No attraction or irritation, just the warmth of a childhood friend.
"Friends." She confirmed.
"Thank God." A voice called out from behind Ron. Hermione looked up to see Harry entering the library and walking towards them. She dropped Ron's hand and sat back.
"Can we finally talk about it now? Because it's been super weird." He gestured between the two of them.
Hermione and Ron rolled their eyes and spoke in unison.
"Shut up, Harry."
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Hermione returned to Hogwarts that evening after spending some time with the boys and doing a little more studying. It had been a good day. It almost felt like old times again with the two of them now that she and Ron had sort of cleared the air. They filled her in on all of the hijinks they'd been getting up to in Auror Training and told her all about the friends they'd made. Ron talked about his date with Hannah and Harry gave a - very brief and limited - summary of his time with Ginny. Hermione was pretty sure he'd left out about eighty percent of the story, but she could hardly blame him. Ron was not ready to admit to himself that his little sister wasn't a kid anymore, and he definitely didn't need to hear any details.
Hermione didn't have all that much to add to the conversation. Life at Hogwarts had been blessedly boring that school year - minus her relationship with Severus of course, and she wasn't ready to bring that up - and she told them as much.
"It's been perfectly boring and lovely! I have so much time for studying without worrying about wars or yule balls or bullies... I spend a lot of time in the Library. It's pretty much paradise. It's too bad you two aren't there to enjoy it."
They had looked unimpressed. "Right… But, who's in line for the Quidditch Cup?" Ron had asked. Hermione had wrinkled her nose in thought.
"You know…. I'm not sure.."
They'd both groaned. "Of course you're not. I forgot to ask Ginny yesterday."
"I wonder why you'd forget something like that…" She'd teased him.
When Hermione got back to her dorm she was pleased to see Crookshanks curled up on the center of her bed.
"Oh, hello Crooks. What have you been up to? I haven't seen you much lately." He belonged more to Hogwarts than to Hermione at this point. She'd left him at the school after sixth year when she knew they'd be going on the run.
He'd surprised her at the beginning of the current school year when he showed up in her dorm room the first night. She hadn't been sure he was even still alive. Hagrid had assured her later that he'd been the best pest-hunter Hogwarts had ever seen while she was gone. These days he usually slept in her room at night, but occasionally she'd go several days without seeing him. She had no idea what he got up to on those days.
Crookshanks eyed her lazily for a moment and then closed his eyes again with a faint "mhrr." Hermione sat down on the bed next to him and gave him a good scratch behind his ears.
"Missed you, Crooks. I hope you've caught lots of mice." The ball of orange fluff purred happily under her hand. They both looked up when a knock sounded at the door.
"Hermione, are you in there?" Ginny's muffled voice called from the otherside of the door.
"Yeah, come in!" Hermione called and Ginny swung the door open with a grin. She stepped inside and shut the door quickly behind her.
"You're finally back! Thought I heard your door close. I brought snacks!" The redhead held up a bag of crisps.
Hermione was glad to have a friend like Ginny. She wished they'd been closer in their earlier school years. She probably would have done well with some more girl talk. But until the summer after the war they really hadn't spent all that much time together. She figured it was partially due to Ginny's jealousy over Hermione's relationship with Harry. But she seemed to have gotten over that.
Ginny plopped down on the bed next to Hermione and set the bag of crisps between them. "Alright, I've been waiting forever to hear about Friday night! What did you guys do?" Her eyes were bright with anticipation. Hermione couldn't help but smile at her friend's never-ending enthusiasm. She could make anything seem exciting.
"Well, gosh, so much has happened since Friday afternoon.. I made up with Ron, you know. Today, I mean. Not that we were fighting, but things have been weird since we broke up. I think we are officially back to normal friend status though. He's seeing Hannah Abbott, did you know?"
Ginny slapped her own face. "I'm glad you made up with him, honest, but that's not what I asked! I hear enough about my stupid brother from Harry," She rolled her eyes, "Get to the good stuff!"
Hermione laughed. "Okay, okay, sorry! Well, he took me to dinner in muggle London."
Ginny grinned. "I knew it! I told you you're more than just fuck buddies!"
Hermione covered her face with both hands. "That's the thing, I don't even know what we are. He kinda told me he was interested in more than sex, but we didn't really define it more than that… and I don't think we can until I graduate. Our social situation is a bit tricky.."
"That's putting it lightly!.. He's totally your boyfriend, though." Ginny giggled.
"Oh gosh, don't call him that! That sounds so weird." She peeked out from between her fingers and the look on Ginny's face sent her into a giggle fit of her own.
When she finally caught her breath again she quickly changed the subject. "Okay, enough about me. How was the room of requirement?"
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By the time Tuesday evening came around Hermione was downright antsy. She missed him. It wasn't even just about sex, though she wanted that too. She just wanted to be near him. It was making her nervous. She did not want to come off as the clingy teenage girlfriend. That seemed like a good way to scare off a man for good. But, telling herself that only did so much...She couldn't help it.
She looked herself over in the mirror above her dresser. She debated upon wearing her uniform or changing into something else, but ultimately decided he seemed to like her in uniform. Then she tamed her hair down into two low plaits in hopes she wouldn't completely tangle it again. The resulting effect was undeniable. She looked like the quintessential school girl. She removed her tie and undid two buttons on her blouse. Now we're talking.. just needs one last thing.. Using her wand, she spelled her skirt shorter, so that it hit mid thigh rather than just above the knee. It wasn't in-your-face short, but certainly more suggestive. She made sure her knee socks were even and then covered the whole ensemble with her student robes, horrified at the thought of running into someone in her modified outfit.
She passed a couple of students on her way to the dungeons, but her disillusionment charm seemed to hold up. Or at least they didn't give any outward sign that they'd spotted her. She hid behind a statue at the bottom of the staircase and waited until she was sure the dungeon hallway was clear, then she crossed over to the Potions classroom and knocked on the door. She waited several moments.
There was no answer. As she raised her fist to knock again she realized she couldn't feel the typical buzzing of Professor Snape's wards. For as long as she'd been at Hogwarts, she'd always been able to feel the strength of the wards on his door. No one could enter, even at class time, until he himself opened the door.
That's odd… Hermione hesitantly grabbed the long cast iron handle. Still, nothing. She pushed on the door. It opened. She quickly hopped over the threshold and let out a breath of relief when she remained in one piece. She closed the door behind her.
"Professor?..." She called out uneasily. The room was empty and dark, the only light came through the open door into the sitting room. So, she followed the light, only to find the sitting room empty as well. The fire crackled in the fireplace, but there was no sign of Severus.
This is weird, she thought. The door to his bedroom was closed and she didn't feel comfortable opening it to look for him. If he was there he would have come out by now. I guess he's not here. Should I wait? She wasn't sure what to do. Either he'd keyed her into his wards and he'd probably be back soon, or something was terribly wrong.
Don't get all panicky, Hermione. Everything is fine, what on earth could've happened that his wards would fall? That doesn't even make sense. He obviously keyed me into them.. A sudden warmth filled her belly at the thought. He wouldn't have done that if he didn't trust her. If he didn't want her there. She beamed at the empty room and sat down on the settee. Suppose I'll just wait, then.
A half an hour later Hermione had taken off her robes, gotten a book out of her bag and was curled up on the corner of the sofa reading when she heard the classroom door open and then slam shut. She closed her book and sat up, suddenly anxious again. Was it weird that she had just sat around in his rooms without him?
Severus stalked through the doorway, aggressively yanking off his teaching robes and hanging them on the hat stand in the corner.
"I see you've invited yourself in." He stated, eyeing her over his shoulder.
Hermione smoothed her hands over her skirt, unsure how to reply. His anger seemed to fizzle out suddenly and he ambled over to the settee and sat down next to her with a deep sigh, tilting his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You should probably just go. I'm not in the proper mood to entertain you tonight." He sounded tired.
Hermione ignored his rudeness. "What happened?" She asked quietly.
He straightened his neck to look down at her. "I was pulled out of my last class this afternoon by a pair of Aurors. For a talk at the ministry. There have apparently been a few incidents lately that they think may be connected to fringe groups of Voldemort supporters. They framed the interrogation as a friendly chat.. 'Oh, we just want any information you may have gathered during your time as a spy' " He snorted, "They obviously think I'm involved. I'm surprised you haven't heard, I was certain I'd be the main topic of conversation at dinner."
Hermione listened with growing horror. She shook her head. "No, I was in my dorm all afternoon… I skipped dinner…. That's… That's completely unfair! You've been pardoned!"
Severus waved a hand at her indignant expression, "It's understandable. If I were the ministry I wouldn't trust me either. Though, that doesn't make it any less irritating."
Hermione knew he had a point, but she was still angry on his behalf. He had done far more to defeat Voldemort than the majority of the wizarding world had and yet he was still being accused and distrusted.
"But still… They can't just show up to your workplace and publicly humiliate you like that!" She huffed.
Severus gave a long, weary chuckle. "Unfortunately, they can. I'd rather you didn't get worked up on my behalf… I knew this might happen," He looked up at the ceiling again, "I meant what I said, Hermione, you should go."
Hermione scooted a little closer to him. "But, Severus, I…"
His jaw clenched. "I mean it, witch, I have no patience right now."
Hermione frowned. She figured she should probably just listen to him, but something was niggling at the back of her mind. He hadn't directly told her to leave, he'd said she should. She was either starting to crack the Slytherin code or she was about to royally piss him off. Here goes nothing..
She climbed up into his lap. "You don't have to have patience. Just.. relax.." She said softly and started to unbutton his frock coat. He caught her hands in his and glared at her through narrowed eyes.
"Don't test me, girl. Did you not hear what I just said?"
Hermione's stomach flip-flopped. Well, I've committed, now… She held eye contact and gave him her most innocent face. "You said I should leave. You didn't actually tell me to.."
Snape held her gaze for a moment and then dropped her hands, leaning his head back once again and wiping his hands down his face. "You're lucky I don't have the energy to deal with you right now… Impertinent little…"
His muffled mumbling trailed off behind his palms. Hermione held back a giggle and returned to his buttons, leaning in to kiss his exposed neck while she worked. She knew she might face some consequences later, but she thought it would be worth it. She just wanted to help him shut his brain off for a bit.
When she finally unfastened the last button and got his coat open Severus allowed her to guide it off of his shoulders and down his arms. His dark gaze followed her every move, expression unreadable. Hermione slid off of his lap and settled down on the stone floor between his feet. She trailed her hands up his legs slowly, starting at his knees and moving inward. She gave him a questioning look. There was a simmering tension in the silence between them; she didn't want to break the spell.
Severus raised an eyebrow at her and spread his legs further apart, slouching down on the seat to give her better access. She smoothed a hand over his placket enroute to his belt buckle. The slide of the leather and click of the metal as she unfastened his belt sent a tendril of heat through her core. Apparently she was developing some sort of pavlovian response. Woof.
Hermione opened up his flies to reveal his mostly flaccid cock. He really must be stressed, she thought. It didn't typically take much at all to get him hard. In fact, she'd rarely seen him soft other than right after he'd orgasmed. It was oddly sort of endearing, the way it laid sleepily to the side. It was much less intimidating up close that way. Like a sleeping dragon… She ducked her head down to hide her grin.
She opened his placket wide and then dove in, nuzzling her face in the nook where his thigh met his pelvis, breathing in his sharp, earthy scent. Her tongue darted out for a taste. Mmm. Snape-y. She followed the crease of his thigh south, licking and kissing her way to his bollocks. She took one into her mouth and sucked, tugging it away from his body. It wasn't the most enjoyable thing, his hairs felt strange on her tongue. But she did enjoy the little grunts and groans he made in response.
Hermione continued her testicular endeavor, licking and sucking each bollock in turn and nibbling at his skin in-between. She was slowly moving south in her exploration, and just as she was prodding at the underside of his sack with her tongue Severus let out another grunt and placed a hand on her head.
"Enough teasing," he growled, "Just suck my cock already."
Hermione pulled away and eyed his cock. It was looking fuller, but still only half hard. Damn, he really is grumpy. She started in on it, wetting it with long licks from root to tip. He hummed in approval. She wiggled her tongue under his foreskin and swirled it around his glans, focusing on the sensitive underside. She grasped the base of his shaft with one hand and gave him a squeeze. He twitched hard in her hand.
There you are, Professor. His prick was fully erect now, straining eagerly towards her lips. She gave him a few good pumps with her hand and then pulled his foreskin all the way back, taking him into her mouth and sucking hard on the tip.
"Fuck."
Severus murmured under his breath. Hermione smiled around his shaft. She carefully slid her mouth down, determined to take him further into her throat this time. It was quite a task however, and she only made it about halfway before her gag reflex kicked in. She paused, breathing in deep through her nose. Come on, just breathe, you can power through it. She focused on relaxing her throat and continued on, but it was no use, each millimeter deeper triggered her until her eyes watered and she couldn't suppress it anymore. She pulled away with a small gasp, stroking him with her hand to give her mouth a break. Her eyes cut to Snape's face - he seemed to be enjoying her struggle, he watched her intently.
Damn it. She was frustrated with herself. It was probably silly but she couldn't stop the perfectionist in her that always wanted to be the best at everything she did. To be fair, it wasn't her fault he had an enormous dick. Okay, maybe not enormous, but it was definitely bigger than average, from what her limited experience had told her anyway. And it certainly felt huge.
Severus smirked down at her. Hermione blushed, still slowly stroking his cock.
"I suppose you heard all that, then?" She asked with a chagrined smile.
His smirk deepened. "Yes," his hips gently moved in time with the thrusts of her hand, "I appreciate the effort, but you don't have to deep throat me to make it good. If you really want to though, I can help you. If you'd like."
Hermione nodded, placing a soft kiss on the head of his cock. His tip was velvet against her lips. Severus patted the seat next to his on the sofa.
"Come sit up here."
She reluctantly released him and got to her feet. Her knees were already dreadfully sore from kneeling on the harsh stone floor. Where's that pretty pillow when you need it? She sat down on the settee and Severus stood, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. He looked delightfully obscene; fully clothed except for the stiff erection sticking out of his dark trousers. The sofa was the perfect height. His cock lined up just right with her face when he stood before her.
The man had looming down to a science, and in his current position he cut quite an intimidating figure. Hermione wasn't exactly sure how tall he was, but he had to be at least six foot, and the way he stood over her with his cock in his hand gave her the distinct impression of a soldier wielding a dangerous weapon. She shivered.
Severus tilted her face up towards his with a finger under her chin. She met his eyes. They were so dark she felt she might drown in them.
"Open up." He commanded. His thumb caressed her lower lip. Yes, sir! She opened her mouth wide.
"Good girl."
His voice curled around her like smoke and she soaked up the praise, captivated. Those two little words never failed to set her aflame, and he knew it.
He stepped a little bit closer and brought his cock to her mouth, tracing her bottom lip with the tip, back and forth.
"Just relax," he began to push into her mouth slowly, "let me do the work. Tap my leg three times if you need me to stop, okay?"
Hadn't she just been telling him to 'just relax'? How did things get so turned around? He had a way of doing that to her. She wasn't about to complain, however. She hummed around his cock in acknowledgment.
He slowly eased his way deeper, threading his fingers into the base of the plait on the left side of her head. When he reached the back of her tongue and she started to gag he paused.
"Take a breath." He told her, then wordlessly summoned his wand and pointed it at her neck.
She was startled for a moment but he quickly murmured a spell under his breath and the muscles of her throat relaxed. The tight tickle disappeared; her stomach relaxed.
"Better?" He asked, setting his wand aside.
Loads better! Now that she thought about it, Hermione was certain she'd seen that spell in a book before, but she'd completely forgotten about it. She was definitely going to have to look it up later.
She made a muffled sound of approval. Severus smirked. He seemed to find it endlessly amusing to make her answer questions with her mouth full. He brought his other hand up to grip her other braid, then slid further into her mouth, gripping both sides of her head.
Oh. It felt entirely different without her gag reflex getting in the way. His cock was heavy and full on her tongue and when he brushed the back of her throat it was surprisingly pleasurable. He began to thrust deeper and harder into her mouth, grunting when he hit the very back of her pallette.
Hermione looked up into his face and heat pooled in her core. Gods, he looked mesmerized; his eyes followed the path of his cock with rapt attention. She had to grab hold of his arse to stop herself from being pushed backwards into the sofa as he gained more momentum. She was starting to feel extremely claustrophobic, yet beyond turned on at the same time. She struggled to take in deep breaths through her nose as he fucked her face with abandon.
"Fuck," Severus growled and tightened his grip in her hair, "Yessss. Take my cock. You're my dirty little princess, aren't you?"
Hermione whimpered. She tried to nod but he was holding her head tightly in place. Fuck. Her jaw was beginning to seriously ache and saliva was overflowing her mouth and running down her chin. She didn't care, she just wanted to see him come undone.
Severus tilted her head back, changing the angle and allowing his cock to slide just a little bit further into her throat. Her nose was much closer to his pelvis than she ever thought she'd get. She tightened her grip on him, digging her nails into his wool covered bum. He groaned in response and tugged at her hair by the roots.
Hermione's eyes watered. Oh Gods. She squeezed them shut. He was completely possessing her and it was bloody exquisite. The small amount of pain in her jaw and scalp were the kindling to her steadily growing fire. Her clit was screaming for some friction; she rubbed her thighs together restlessly.
"Look at me, Hermione." Severus panted out. She opened her eyes and looked up at him through damp lashes. The look he was giving her was intense, to say the least.
"Yesss, fuck!" he hissed, "swallow it all."
His thrusts stayed deep and his lip curled up into a snarl as he emptied himself deep into her throat. Hermione did her best but struggled to swallow properly around his length. He slowly stuttered to a stop, twitching a few times as he pulled out. He released his grip on her head and she sat back and took in several deep breaths, wiping at the drool on her chin with the back of her hand. Her lips felt numb.
She watched Severus refasten his trousers and plop down next to her with a soft groan. He ran a hand through his lank hair, pulling it away from his face. His shirt was rumpled and untucked; he looked disheveled, but relaxed. It occurred to her just then that if she hadn't been daydreaming that fateful day in class she never would've gotten to see him like that. She never would've met the real Severus. That was a depressing thought.
He turned to face her, eyeing her with an unreadable expression. He placed a hand on her bare thigh. "Am I imagining things or is your skirt missing about a yard of fabric?"
She gave him her most coquettish smile. "I did a bit of hemming, sir. Temporary, of course. I've found the walk down to the dungeons is easier without all that extra, restricting fabric…"
His lip twitched. "Right," he reached up and tugged on one of her plaited pigtails, "and these?"
"A simple practicality, sir. I'd like to leave tonight without looking like I've a tumbleweed for hair."
His hand slid from her hair to her face to cup her cheek. He leaned in close. "I see… I do appreciate a practical mind..."
Hermione closed the distance between them and their lips met, soft and open. He deepened the kiss, searching out her mouth with a persistent tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close. Gods, it felt like it had been ages since he'd kissed her last. He was taking up an increasingly larger amount of space in her mind as of late, creeping in when she least expected it. It was as if every small thread of thought she had could be followed, weaving through her brain until finally meeting at the center in the wild tangle that was all Severus Snape. The taste of his lips on hers felt like taking her first full breath in days.
He pulled away and spoke lowly against her mouth between kisses, "How's your arse feeling, love?"
"Still a bit sore, sir." She breathed out. He bent lower, nuzzling the space behind her ear with the tip of his nose.
"Good," he kissed the hollow of her neck, licking and sucking at her pulsepoint. Hermione moaned, digging her fingers into the dark hair on the back of his head.
"Did you do what I asked Saturday night?" His hot breath tickled her skin. She nodded. Then, realizing he wasn't looking, she quickly answered, "Yes, sir."
Severus pulled back to look her in the eye. His fingers found the buttons of her blouse and began to pop them open. He searched her eyes silently for a moment and then his mouth stretched into a sly grin. She caught a rare glimpse of his crooked teeth.
"You know you weren't supposed to enjoy your punishment, right?" He pulled her shirt open.
"I didn't!" She exclaimed, indignant.
Severus chuckled, "Relax, I know you didn't." Then he swiftly pushed her down onto her back on the sofa, pinning her wrists above her head.
"You just like being manhandled, don't you?" His hair hung down in a dark curtain around their faces as he leaned over her. She shivered, pulling lightly at her wrists just to feel his hold on her tighten.
"Gods." She whispered. Her world had narrowed down to the small space between them. His dark eyes glinted in the orange light of flame crackling in the fireplace. He let go with one hand, keeping the other in place over her wrists. He gave her a look that said 'hang on' and reached his left hand out behind him. His wand flew into it and he pointed it at her clasped hands and murmured a quick binding spell. Hermione felt magical ropes circle her wrists and pull tight. He lifted his hands from her and she pulled at the restraints, testing them. She could lift her wrists a bit but they were clearly tethered to the arm of the sofa.
Severus sat up to set his wand aside and she felt the loss keenly. She needed his hands on her now. He turned back to face her and smirked down at her wiggling hips.
"Did you need something?" He asked with feigned nonchalance, leaning back over her, hands on either side of her head.
"Please touch me, sir!" She groaned up at him, arching her back to try and force contact. His mouth descended on her chest, trailing hot kisses across her breasts through the thin lace of her bralette. She felt his tongue swirl over one nipple and she gasped, pushing her chest up towards his face. She wanted to grab his head and press him closer so badly. The restraints stopping her from doing so just fueled her fire all the more.
"Oh, Gods. Please!" She whimpered as he pulled down the cups of her bra, revealing her bare breasts, and sucked one straining nipple into his mouth. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for exactly, just… more, more, more!
He went back and forth between her breasts, nibbling and sucking on each tip in turn. It felt all at once much too sensitive yet not quite enough. Her hips circled madly around, pelvic muscles clenching down, desperately searching for some friction. She squeezed her eyes shut, babbling under her breath and on the verge of tears from frustration when he finally released her nipple and made his way south, kissing softly down her belly.
Hermione heaved a great sigh in relief and opened her eyes to watch his dark head descent down her abdomen.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
She was going to burst into a million pieces if he kept teasing her. Thankfully he didn't, and instead sat up and spread her legs so that he could kneel in-between them on the sofa. He was lifting her little scrap of a skirt when she suddenly remembered. Oh Bugger.
"Wait!" She said and Severus froze, meeting her eyes.
"What's wrong?" His brow furrowed as he scrutinized her face. Hermione's cheeks flushed pink. How on earth had she forgotten? She was so wrapped up in the moment she'd completely spaced on the fact that she still had her monthly. And while it was the tail end of it, she currently had a tampon in. You twit!
"I'm still… Well, I still have… Uhm.."
Severus interrupted her with a knowing look. "Oh, I see," he flipped her skirt up and ran a finger down the center of her lace-covered quim, "Don't worry, love, it'll take more than a bit of string to scare me off."
She gave him an embarrassed but grateful smile. "Are you…" she started to ask if he was sure, but thought better of it, "Okay."
His thumb slid back and forth over the gusset of her knickers and her hips rolled up to meet him. Fuck. Okay, so she'd had a bit of a mental set back, but her pussy was clearly still raring to go. She felt extremely sensitive, even through the fabric.
"Please, sir, I need you." She breathed. His eyes flicked back up to her face. His thumb paused over her center.
"What is it that you need from me?"
Uuuugghhh. He was really drawing things out. Hermione was about ready to rip her hair out. If she'd been able to reach it, that is.
She let out a little groan of exasperation. "You know what I mean, Severus, please!"
He sighed deeply. Then, quite suddenly, he leaned in close and gripped her chin in his left hand. His voice was soft but serious.
"Yes. I do know. And I want to hear you say it. I'm going to give you one more chance... What do you need from me?" He raised a brow at her in challenge.
Sweet Circe. At that moment Hermione was certain she must have suffered brain damage at some point in her life because she could've sworn she felt her pussy getting wetter just from the way he was glaring at her. She swallowed thickly.
"I need you to touch my pussy, sir…" She whispered. Her lips suddenly felt dry; she licked them. "I'm so wet for you… Please make me come."
Severus nodded and released his grip on her chin.
"Much better."
He sat back on his haunches between her spread legs and slid his hands up her thighs. At long last his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and he peeled them off, threading one loop over her clunky shoe and leaving them to dangle from her opposite ankle. His hands came back to her legs, gripping just below her knees, and he spread them apart and pushed her thighs up towards her belly. He smirked down at her bum. The new position had obviously given him a good view of her lingering bruises.
He gave both cheeks a good squeeze. Hermione whimpered at the twinge of pain. He looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Fuck, Princess, look at you." Severus said as he traced the pattern of discolored skin on her right cheek with one finger. And then, under his breath, "Stunning."
Hermione felt the flush of her face deepen. Perhaps it was the puerile nicknames or the intense way he studied her, but something about his compliments always made her feel squirmy inside. Severus admired his handiwork for a moment longer and then finally - finally - moved his focus back to her center.
Yesyesyespleasetouchme!
She felt him gently untuck the string of her tampon from where it had been nestled beside her clitoris and lay it down to the side, out of the way. He spread her labia with two fingers, and with a third gathered up some of the fluid that had pooled at her entrance. He spread it through her folds, finger rolling like silk over her swollen clit.
Sweet Merlin, Nimue, and Morgana!
There was something to be said about a long build up. He was barely doing anything, just softly circling with the pad of his finger and it felt so good she could hardly breathe. Her thighs quivered with the intensity. The rest of the world, hell, the rest of her body may as well not have existed, all she could feel was the all encompassing pressure, the roiling heat, surging through her and converging into one little pinpoint.
A hand came down to steady her jerking hips. His finger sped up. Fuck! She threw her head back, eyes screwed shut, and hung on for dear life. Through the sound of her own pulse pounding in her ears she just barely registered the loud keening noise coming from her own mouth.
Severus' fingers danced expertly over her, keeping up a steady rhythm that was driving her to the edge at breakneck speed. She pulled fruitlessly at her restraints, writhing wildly; only his firm grip on her pelvis kept her from wiggling right out of his reach.
"Fuck, Severus, don't stop! Yes!" She sobbed. She was so close, riding on a razor's edge.
"Yes, that's it, love, come for me." He urged, digging his fingers harder into her hip.
That was all it took and she was off like a shot, shuddering and moaning her climax. Severus kept up the pressure of his fingers through her spasms, only pulling away once she stilled. A slow warmth spread through her limbs like molasses. The tight coiling of pressure had finally snapped and she sagged in relief. Severus relaxed his grip on her and she opened her eyes.
He was looking at her like the cat that got the cream. Well, he could look as smug as he pleased if he was going to make her come like that. He reached up behind her head and released her wrists from the binding spell. Hermione let her arms fall down to her side with a wince. She must have been pulling much harder against the restraints than she'd realized, her wrists felt stiff and her arms tingled with pins and needles.
"How are your arms?" He asked, reaching out to take hold of her right hand.
"They're okay, just a bit numb."
"Come here," He said and gripped her by her elbows and helped pull her up to a seated position. He looked over both of her arms, massaging each in turn to help the blood flow return. The pins and needles slowly disappeared, and all that remained was a bit of an ache in her wrists. That would go away soon.
"Thank you, Severus." She yawned.
He hummed in acknowledgment and pulled her in towards him, lying back flat on the sofa so her head rested on his chest. They stayed like that for several minutes, listening to the crackle of the fire. His body felt so warm underneath her, Hermione thought she might fall asleep. But, she'd better not, she had class in the morning.
"What are you going to do?" She asked him quietly, "About the Aurors, I mean." She felt his chest rise with a deep breath.
"Nothing… What can I do?"
"I don't know… I suppose - " Hermione's reply was cut short by a sudden flare of green flames in the fireplace. She startled upwards in a panic, eyes darting around the room.
"It's alright," Severus said, pulling himself upright, "It's warded. Take your things and go into the bedroom."
Hermione nodded and quickly gathered her things, then practically ran into the bedroom and shut the door, heart pounding. Oh my God. She'd been certain they'd just been caught. Thank Merlin he didn't leave his floo open.
Severus walked over to the fireplace with a sigh, flicking his wand to open the connection - audio only, he didn't feel like facing whomever it was.
"Yes?" He answered the call in a boorish tone.
"Oh good, you're back, Severus," Minerva's concerned voice came through, "I flooed an hour ago and you didn't answer, you must have still been at the ministry. What did they want?"
"They simply wanted to have a chat... They're looking for information about a case.."
"A chat?" She sounded incredulous, "Well, I'll tell you, first thing tomorrow I'm going down to the ministry and giving Auror Robards a good bollocking!"
Severus rubbed at his eyes.
"That's hardly necessary, Minerva. I'm fine, I wasn't arrested."
"Not necessary, my arse! I'll not have the government come into my school unannounced and make a scene of pulling Professors out of their classrooms for no good reason! Professors who haven't done anything wrong!" Her Scottish brogue got more and more pronounced as her tirade wore on. "Never again, Severus. We let the ministry have far too much power over us in the past, and I'll be damned if we go back to the way things were before the war!"
As much as he hated any fuss over his person, Severus did generally agree with her assessment. And Minerva was a force to be reckoned with. He almost pitied what the Aurors were going to start their workday with… Almost.
"You're right." He told her, though it pained him to do so. There was a pause on Minerva's end of the connection.
"...Of course I am. Though I appreciate hearing it, from you especially…. What's the date today? I've half a mind to mark it down in my calendar.. I think that's the first time you've ever said that to me."
Severus rolled his eyes at the empty room.
"Yes, yes, well, savor it now, I doubt if it'll ever happen again."
"We'll see about that. Goodnight, Severus."
He cut the connection with a flick of his wand.
Insufferable woman.
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