The Black Lake could provide an excellent death scene this time of year, it being six in the morning on a fine January. If one wasn't careful...it was only a few seconds difference between an invigorating dip in ice cold water and cold shock.
Severus tossed his walking clothes to the side and waddled into the pitch black water. He had promised to return to his previous form, now that he had a witch to present himself to. It had left him feeling absolutely drawn to the calendar; if he could turn the pages quicker so that his muscles and abs could tighten quick enough, he would. He walked until the water hit his waist. Then, holding his breath, he dove in.
The shock didn't last long as all too familiar magic hoisted him out of the water. Severus was dragged to shore and lain flat on the pebbles and warmed with a Warming Charm. All of a sudden, he was warm: from his groin to the ends of his ears.
"Oh Severus," cried a shaky voice that could not belong to the young and pretty Miss Granger. "Wake up, wake up you fool!"
Severus keep his eyes closed as Minerva, the Headmistress, shook him by the shoulders and slapped his face.
Then, when she least expected it, he grabbed her by the shoulders and gasped for breath. His voice- hoarse, his eyes-wild.
"You wouldn't-" she stuttered.
"I'll find myself in the bottom of that Lake if I don't leave by spring," he said. "Find. My. Replacement."
The Headmistress stumbled back and averted her eyes. One could only image what he looked like: nude and very flushed from the cold air and even colder water and the fine run he had finished some minutes prior.
"Ooh." Was all she could finally muster up before Apparating back to the castle: a red hot flush across her cheeks.
Severus straightened, brushed a hand over his hair. NOW he was nude like a babe in the manger and invigorated to maximum capacity. What a splendid morning indeed.
At that moment, he had in mind a near future where he and the pretty Miss Granger would leave Hogwarts together and travel to somewhere warm and sunny. They'd find themselves tanning on a beach, drinks in hand and wearing swimming suits over their tanned bodies. They'd spend the day swimming and drinking and return to their hut under the stars where they would make love under the roar of the waves.
One could dream.
If only Minerva could hurry with finding his replacement, he'd be out of this dreary castle in no time.
-x-x-x-
Winky had a delivery for Missy Granger.
Three beautiful red roses stood in a crystal goblet by the window. She gave them a whiff, perking up as she did.
There was a box with a navy blue ribbon on it. Hermione popped a sweet truffle chocolate into her mouth-it was much nicer than the sorts of things Harry and Ron brought back from Honeydukes.
And there was a third thing...a flask with white liquid.
"Rose Extract," she read, turning over the flash in her hands. "I believe these would last much longer than the blooms themselves. S.S."
Hermione dabbed a bit of the liquid on her wrists and took a whiff. Rose perfume with notes of vanilla and orange blossom...her favorites. She grinned. So he did notice.
There was also a long box with a black ribbon on it. Hesitantly, Hermione pulled the sides on the ribbon and lifted the lid. There was lots of tissue paper...and at the bottom...
Hermione lifted out what looked like a plastic device with a couple of handles. There was a card too, from a store she could imagine was hidden in Knockturn Alley. A slight tap of the wand revealed a short booklet for witches and wizards curious in using their new device.
Hermione's eyes widened as she listed the pages. It was a pleasuring tool, and not the kind she'd normally get as a pick-me-up at Flourish and Blotts. This sort of thing was not for her eyes or brain...but specifically for her...female parts.
She blushed bright red as the booklet showed the ways in which a user can insert the tool into their folds or against the tip of their clitoris or even inside themselves as though they were sleeping with a well-endowed wizard.
She looked at the tool once more. The size fit Professor Snape's alright. She grinned and then quickly frowned. This meant that the wizard would not be having her anytime soon. Truthfully, the more she had thought about it, the more she wanted to see what it was like to have him not just in her mouth, but in her...you know.
She all but giggled, and stopped herself. Right. She was a fully-grown witch now AND Head Girl and NOT a virgin. If she could handle her own private room, she could handle masturbating. And saying words like 'vagina'.
There was a simple spell in the book 'lubido' which if her Latin was correct, meant pleasure. She certainly hoped it would.
Hermione usually got these sorts of things right from the get-go, but the moment she uttered the spell, the tool began to shake and swerve so uncontrollably in her hand, she had no choice but to shut it down completely.
Perhaps it would be wise to use it...without the spell first.
Hermione removed her pants and nightgown and crawled under her covers. Nice and warm, she used her fingers to touch herself softly, loosening her folds and dragging the slightest hint of wetness around her sex. She thought of Professor Snape's fingers...or rather, Severus'...they were lovers now so it was best she used his first name, at least in her daydreams.
She thought of Severus' fingers moving inside her in the same careful fashion they did as he was mushing Lacewing Flies with a pestle. Those long and calloused-in-all-the-right-spots fingers with short nails. She bit her lip, moaning in response.
Then it was time for the special tool. She moved it up and down along her sex, finding the right spots and focusing in. That felt...okay. Not as nice as her fingers would, but just okay.
Perhaps it was worth turning it on with the spell once more, just as an experiment. She whispered 'lubido' and the tool began to move inside her hand slowly. To her surprise, it began to shift its shape and form as it examined her.
And then, oh!
THAT felt amazing.
It was moving along her in just the right way: changing the pressure and speed every few seconds to imitate the Professor's fingers. It even dipped inside her, edging her on. Hermione couldn't contain herself as with each minute, the tool molded itself perfectly to her pleasure: thrusting in and out of her with finesse.
"Oh Merlin," she said, gripping her bedpost as her legs shook and her toes curled in anticipation. This was way better than anything she'd done with Ron and much closer to what she had imagined doing with Ron.
She flipped over on her belly, getting on her knees and let the magic tool pound her from behind. She'd always wanted to try that position, but was too scared it would scare off Weasley.
"Oh yes, yes!" she managed, still gripping her headboard and post with both hands and grinding behind her.
"Oh yes, Sev-, harder...HARDER!" she cried, shutting her eyes and rolling her hips around the tool and wishing that his hips were grinding back into her. She was so close to coming.
A loud knock from the door and a voice, not Professor Snape's, shook that impending orgasm out of her. She had all of two seconds to snag the comforter over her lap and flip over when Ron burst into the room.
"Everything alright?" he cried, waving his wand around like an idiot. He walked over to the windows, tossing aside the curtain like anyone was foolish enough to be hiding behind there.
Hermione shut her legs, pushing the still vibrating and moving tool between her thighs and mattress. "Yeah?"
"Heard you screaming something wicked." Ron lowered the wand. "What were you doing?"
The tool wiggled itself free under Hermione, moving painfully slowly but surely against her sex. The pressure of her thighs squeezing together and the vibrating tool and the heat had her shifting in bed. She propped herself up on her palms, hoping to squeeze the darn thing under her arse.
"I was...reading...about..." Her eyes darted around the room. The tool had at that moment realized her loss of focus and began massaging her arse cheeks while still getting her off. "Spellotape."
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Charms-oh...AH!" She was just on the verge of bursting.
"Didn't know Flitwick used Spellotape-"
"-to tie up his feah-oh MERLIN! Right there-" She popped her eyes open, gripping the sheets. "There in the mvevevreeskv."
Oh yes! That was perfect! She muffled a scream as her thighs and body shook with the rippling orgasm.
Ron backed away to the door. "Err- I'll see you at breakfast," he said before disappearing out the door.
With a finite incantatem Hermione collapsed into bed and stared at the ceiling. What a glorious morning. Now she was even more excited to spend time improving her marks in Potions with Professor Snape. She could go for one more of those before breakfast.
-x-x-x-
"Outstanding?" Harry and Ron glared at Hermione's parchment.
Across the room, Severus caught the brief, but satisfied smirk on Miss Granger's face. She certainly looked more rosy than usual. Perhaps the combination of chocolates, perfume and the special tool had indeed done their trick. He'd have to send Lucius an extra batch of his Hair Shine Potion, personal recipe, and a bottle of some aged cognac from the Hogwarts stores as thank-you for the tip.
Ron on the other hand, looked something wicked. If there was one thing Severus knew about a Weasley, it's that their anger rose from 0-100 in a matter of moments and there was no way he'd get it down in any simple manner.
Ron's hand whipped into the air. "Excuse me, sir," he said. "Why did most of us get Acceptable if we all did the same exact work?"
A few other Gryffindors behind him exchanged knowing glances. Surely Mr Weasley was not trying to start a silent uprising months to convocation? Severus' back teeth gripped into each other, cracking as he ground them together.
"Discussion of personal performance," he said, schooling a look of blissful indifference on his face, "will be had after class dismissal."
Weasley looked unsatisfied. "I want to talk about them now."
"Very well." Severus snapped his fingers, summoning a tray of herbs and ointments into view. "Approach."
Ron all but kicked his chair aside and stormed up to the alter of the room. In the pews, Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin friends hooted and cheered: clearly gluttons for a good old show down.
Ron stood tete-a-tete with the Professor. In one swift wave of the wand, Severus muttered a weaker alternative of 'Sectumsempra' , one with a minor inflection, and blood oozed over Ron's white button up. The boy threw off his robes and the red stained in blotty patches everywhere.
The crowd gasped. Hermione's face turned pale. Severus flicked his robe to the side. "On the table are a list of ingredients from last week's reading on Blood Stabilizers. Do you recognize them?"
"I - OH MERLIN! My-"
"Do. You. Recognize. Them."
"Yes!"
"Then you have three minutes to create the appropriate concoction."
Ron stumbled over to the stand, grabbing for all the wrong herbs and nearly doubling over as he ground them into a paste. He rubbed it under his shirt, his fingers turning red, but the bleeding did not subside.
"S-Sir!" he whimpered.
Severus' face was rock solid. "Malfoy." He snapped his fingers. "Demonstrate."
Draco Malfoy ran up to the front of the room. With only one minute to spare, he grabbed a handful of yarrow and witch-hazel and added them to Weasley's salve. Ten seconds left, and he smeared it over his chest and the bleeding subsided. Ron heaved and wiped sweat off his brow.
Severus nodded. "What was your grade Malfoy?"
Draco smirked. "Outstanding, sir."
"Indeed. The ability to think quickly and mix the appropriate ingredients in a time of stress is exactly what defines an Outstanding grade in Potions. Study well and you will be able to finish with your desired mark." He mumbled "Vultera Sanetur" over Weasley and cleared all his wounds without leaving a scar.
Hermione's pupils were wide with fear and, he suspected, admiration. Severus was a skilled Potion Master, even though he was a bloody bastard according to most of his students. His finesse in knowing his subject was simply one reason of his quick success in seducing his young witch some nights prior in his personal chambers. It was best she didn't forget that.
He could not wait to replace the blasted tool with his own and have his way with Miss Granger. But that would have to wait until he was in better shape. He wanted to get the impressed gaze of his young lover as he took her from on top, with her hands around his neck as he slid into her and spluttered all over her bare chest-
He picked up the chalk, enchanting the next due date of an essay parchment on Bruise Healing Ointments on the board and dismissed the students. It had crossed his mind to leave Miss Granger behind to 'chastise' her on some minor infraction, but he refrained. The students packed their bookbags and shuffled out of the dungeons.
Severus turned around, nearly losing what was left on his patience to see Miss Parkinson and Miss Davies from Slytherin batting their lashes at him. From the bag of the room, Draco Malfoy watched them like a hawk...packing his own bookbag as though it had a hole at the bottom.
Miss Parkinson, a young witch with black hair and not an ounce of human reason in her head was giggling. "My friend and I wanted to know if you were married."
The girls looked at each other and burst into even deeper giggles. Draco Malfoy looked as though he was ready to murder him. Severus knew better than to be on the sharp end of Malfoy anger.
"That is precisely none of your business," he said. "Ten points from Slytherin. Each. For lack of tact."
The witches seemed unfazed by his deduction. At that moment, Severus used his magic to blow out the surrounding candles of the classroom and curved his face into the most magnificent scowl. That had produced the desired effect. The witches quickly disappeared out of the room, mumbling apologies.
"You too." He said to Draco, who nodded and followed the witches suite.
With that, he shut his classroom door and called Winky to bring him a coffee with six sugars and some Elf Biscuits.
He spread out his gradebook, aiming to finish writing out the mid-term grades by the end of the evening so he would never have to think of them again. He hoped Minerva would find him a replacement after Spring term so he could peacefully retire and never have to see the likes of the Parkinsons and Davies' ever again.
The door unlocked again.
"I can deduct more points-" Severus said darkly until the scent of orange and vanilla and rose hit his nostrils. "Ah, Miss Granger."
The pretty witch walked into the room. Her hair was now released from its braid and cascading down her shoulders. Her dress robes were opened and the top button of her blouse was loosened. She approached his desk, plopping her bookbag down.
"What a pleasant surprise," he said, moving away his own work to get a better view of her forms. "I am sure you've made good use of my present?"
She nodded, blushing. "I think 48 hours until the due date of the next parchment is the right time for me to fulfill my part of the agreement."
Severus licked his lips. "Initiative is the right way to improve your performance," he purred, circling his desk to meet her. He made sure to bolt the door before plunging into her neck, and suckling the soft skin behind her ear.
She moaned harshly as he pushed her against the wood of his desk and swung her leg around his waist. He ran his hand through her hair, tilting up her chin and kissing down her neck and along her clavicle. She smelled so edible and her skin was soft to his lips.
"You scared me today," she whispered between kisses.
"My ire does not apply to my tutee."
He slid his fingers under her skirt, her pants wet and hot to the touch.
She couldn't wait. Certainly, Severus couldn't either. But it wasn't the time. It wasn't the time YET. His cock spoke otherwise, pressing out of his trousers and begging for release.
"I will make it worth your while," Severus said, running his hands along her kneehighs, up her bare thighs and along her pants once more, and dipped his finger into her sex. She gasped as he traced a few circles along her most sensitive zone, enjoying the sounds and movements that emerged from her body as he did.
"Oh please," she whispered.
He grinned. "Use your words."
"Put yourself in," she said even quieter.
Severus pulled her in for one final kiss before lowering her back onto the floor. "Should the following paper provide you with any trouble, I will be offering my services this Saturday. Making my way to collect ingredients for Bruise Salve, which I believe will benefit you as well."
Miss Granger adjusted herself. "I think I'd need some help after all."