To Miss Hermione Granger,
We have received your application and credentials. Finding that you meet or exceed our acceptance requirements, we hereby invite you to a attend a formal admissions interview at your earliest convenience.
Sincerely,
Admissions
College of Transfiguration
University of Venice
Professor Snape
This is a joke, yes? I thought you would never leave your dungeon full of idiot children. If hell has indeed frozen over I would like to reassure you that my offer still stands, same salary as we discussed plus twenty percent for an assistant. I would offer suitable accommodation for a man of your talent and status. I eagerly await your acceptance of my offer.
Count Spumoni
Isle of Murano
Venezia
It is late Sunday morning at Spinner's End. Hermione has been (practically) living with Severus for a little more than a week. Every room in his house as been turned into a library. The sitting room is a library with seating. The dining room is a library with a dining room table. The bedrooms are libraries with beds in the them. The kitchen is a cooking library with a kitchen in it. The bathrooms are the bathrooms, and the basement workroom is warded so heavily the Severus apologetically told her it would be easier if they just kept out, so she hasn't seen it.
Hermione is seated at the kitchen table, sipping a mimosa and watching Severus cook her chicken Florentine crepes for brunch. Every day he wears his favorite jeans and an obscure British punk t-shirt. The only music he plays in his house, however, is classical. (he prefers baroque, Handel's horn concertos being his favorite) When Hermione remarks on this inconsistency, he only says, "remnants of a misspent youth."
They haven't really left the house, not together anyway. They seem to have an unspoken agreement not to be seen together until they have left the British Isle far behind. But when Severus does leave, he always changes into slacks and a dress shirt. Hermione wonders how many people have seen ripped jeans and a t-shirt Snape, but is afraid to ask.
"How are we getting to Venice?" Hermione asks him when he brings brunch to the table.
"Portkey to Paris, one week in Paris, then Portkey to St Mark's." Severus begins eating his crepes in small precise bites. Hermione watches him eat until he gives her his 'eat your food' glare. Reluctantly, she takes her eyes off him and begins to eat. The meal is heaven, of course. They all have been. She just likes to watch him eat. Just like everything he does, it is dignified, precise, mannered. Except fucking. There is nothing dignified or mannered about the way he fucks.
Severus looks up from his food and raises an eyebrow at her, then goes back to eating.
Hermione blushes. He always catches me. "Paris?"
Severus scowls and gives his annoyed grunt and shake of the head. "The Count is a pompous prick. No clothing you or I own will be good enough if we want to live in his palace. Which we should, because he will be offended if we snub his offer. Which means we have to spend a week in Paris." Severus gives her a 'what do you do' look and goes back to his food. "The wine will be good, at any rate."
"Are you saying I have to dress a certain way if I want to live with you in Venice?" Hermione asks him, trying to keep the alarm from her voice.
Severus looks up at her. Sets his fork down carefully and wipes his mouth with his napkin. "I didn't even think about that," he says, eyes wide. "Fuck. I am a high handed, controlling jerk."
"You're nothing of the sort, love," Hermione says softly. "Still, it sounds a little- confining." She looks at him pointedly. "Are you really going to wear a costume for this man?"
Severus shakes his head irritably. "Fuck no, I'll wear the same thing I always do, my robes will just be made of finer cloth and custom tailored. The Count will snivel at me, I'm sure, but he wants me badly enough so that will be the end of it. But of course, me being the controlling asshole that I am, I didn't even think about the fact that you would have to change your entire style of dress. He literally wouldn't let you in the door wearing muggle clothes."
"If I agree to this, what would I have to wear?" Hermione asks carefully. He did let her pick the University, after all. He quit Hogwarts and took this job to be with her.
"Witches robes," Severus says. "The count would of course prefer you in ridiculously ornamented witches robes that reveal most of your bosom. But I think you should just pick the style you are the most comfortable in. As long as they are tailored and expensive. If he tries to insult your taste I'll use the cruciatus on him." He is dead serious.
"I don't think it's unreasonable to be required to wear robes in the magical world." Hermione says. "Are you really going to let me pick the style?"
"I won't 'let' you pick anything, Miss Granger," Severus says stiffly. "You will pick whatever you like. If the Count makes a fuss I'll tell him to bugger himself and I'll work somewhere else. Please accept my apology for just assuming you would change your entire wardrobe for me."
"There's nothing to apologize for, Severus. I know you're used to having your way."
Severus chuckles inside at this. She has no idea how right she is.
"You've changed your whole life for me," she continues. "I think I can change my clothes."
"You will be taken more seriously by the Wizarding world if you stop dressing like a muggle." Severus sighs. "But I also understand your need to push back against those prejudices. Ultimately the choice will always be yours."
"I'm going to University to learn, not make a big statement about the backwards ways of the Wizarding community. Witches robes it will be. But how expensive are we talking about? I really need my money from the order of merlin to last me through university."
Severus looks appalled she would even ask. "It won't cost either of us a bent knut. It will all be billed to the count. If he wants us dressed like Venetian courtiers he can bloody well pay for it."
"Well then," says Hermione, tucking back into her meal with new enthusiasm, "No girl in her right mind turns down a free new wardrobe. And you're right, the wine will be good."
"When we're finished with the tailor I'll take you into the countryside and we can pretend to be muggles and go wine tasting. How does that sound?"
"Like heaven, Severus," she says.
"Heaven," he replies as he finishes the last of his crepe, "will be when you let me have you for dessert."
"You know it's hard for me to come with a belly full of food, Severus," she says.
"Good," he replies. "That means I get to enjoy you for longer." He looks at her patiently, waiting for her consent.
"Of course it's yes, Severus. It's always yes. But-" She stops here. She doesn't want to spoil the mood, and she definitely wants Severus to have her for desert. But she wants to have him, too.
"If there's a 'but' it's not a yes. Tell me." He's using his gentle voice.
His deliberately gentle voice always calms and reassures her. "Why don't you ever let me return the favor?" she asks quickly before she can lose her nerve.
The look he gives her is thoughtful, not irritated, and she is relieved. She waits for him to answer, knowing that his answer will be both true and honest.
He looks almost apologetic when he finally gives her an answer. "Because I don't want you to go down on me. I want to fuck your face."
Hermione's eyebrows go up at this. But she is used to being surprised by him. And she is starting to realize that he is as particular about how he fucks as he is about everything else in his life. "How would that work, exactly?" she asks, and then thinks of a better way to ask. "Tell me what it looks like when you fantasize about it."
Severus gives her an approving nod. She is learning. "I'd rather show you." He waits for her consent.
"Yes," she says. So far, every time she says yes amazing things happen. It is quickly becoming one of her favorite words.
"Will you consent to taking my cook and balls in your mouth?" he asks, dead serious.
"Yes," she says without thinking too much about it.
"Your mouth will be full," he says, "To withdraw your consent, tap me with your hand three times. Also, I need your promise that you will stop me if you don't like it. I have no interest in doing this to you if it doesn't turn you on. If I even suspect that you are enduring it for my sake, I will use legillimency on you. This is important, Hermione. If you don't like it, but you don't stop me, you will be violating my consent. Do you understand? Submitting to face fucking isn't something you ever need do."
"I understand, and I promise," she says.
"You're already getting aroused. That's a good sign."
Hermione is getting used to his creepy superhuman senses. She doesn't even blush. She just looks back at him.
Severus vanishes brunch off the kitchen table. "Take off your clothes, Miss Granger."
"Yes, sir," she says, and complies.
"Come here," he says when she is fully naked. He stands up from his chair.
Hermione goes to stand in front of him. He reaches out to cup one breast in his hand, and kisses her chastely on the mouth. "Get on your knees."
Hermione lowers herself to the wood floor gingerly, but when she kneels she finds it soft and comfortable. I fucking love this man.
"Knees farther apart."
She complies.
"Keep your hands off me unless you want me to stop," he says. "You can touch yourself if you want, but don't feel the need to perform for me. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she says, looking up at him.
He reaches down and cups her cheek tenderly. She holds his gaze, her brown eyes calm and trusting. She is fully aroused now, and the smell is intoxicating to him. He brushes her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. She parts her lips, and the tip of her tongue darts out to taste him. His cock twitches so violently she sees it through his jeans, and her eyes widen.
"You are a goddess, Hermione," says Severus as he unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. "Now be a good girl and open your mouth."
She complies and Severus plunges his thumb into her mouth when she does. She moans, closing her eyes. Now that she is face to face with it, she is a little frightened of the size of it.
"Eyes on me, Miss Granger. And wet your lips."
She licks her lips and looks up at him. His left hand is cupping her face quite tenderly. He grasps the base of his cock with his right hand, bringing the head down to her mouth. He rubs it on her lips, carefully watching her face for signs of fear or revulsion. She moans, and he gets a fresh wave of arousal from her.
"Good girl," he says, and puts the head of his cock into her mouth.
Hermione thinks she is going to die of pleasure. Finally, after a week of no success, she has his cock in her mouth. all I had to do was ask. Hermione has never had a cock in her mouth before, but she has read her fair share of romance novels. As soon as the head of his cock clears her lips she wraps them snugly around him and swirls her tongue around it, keeping her teeth pulled back. She is rewarded with a hiss of pleasure.
"That's perfect, love," he says to her. It takes some effort to make coherent words. "Relax and let me fuck you now. Remember to tap me if you want me to stop."
Now that he is seated in her mouth he takes his right hand off his cock and puts it on her face. He is a gentle as he can possibly be, stroking and caressing her face with his hands as he moves in her mouth. Hermione feels his hand move down to caress her throat.
"Relax here as much as you can, sweetheart, open up a little more." His voice is soothing. She relaxes her jaw and lets her mouth open wider. He thrusts in further. She feels the head of his cock hit her in the back of her throat with every thrust. The thrusts are firm now instead of gentle. It's overwhelming and she feels like she might choke, but it's also really turning her on.
"Good girl," he croons to her. "You are so fucking sexy."
The combination of his voice in her ear, his hands on her face and throat, and his cock thrusting into her mouth is almost too much. Barely aware of what she is doing, her hand strays from her thigh downwards, and she begins to touch herself to relieve some of the pressure.
Severus hisses at the sight, smell, and sound of her clearly getting off on him fucking her face. Still stroking her throat in a soothing motion, he moves his other hand from her face to the back of her head, and takes her by the hair.
Her answering moan, muffled by his cock buried in her mouth is glorious. It takes every last ounce of self control he has not to shove himself straight down her willing throat. Not this time. Instead, he holds her hard by her hair and fucks her face in earnest. Her mouth becomes flooded with saliva and it starts dripping down her chin and onto her perfect tits. Embarrassed, Hermione tries to wipe at it with her hand.
"Leave it, it's fucking sexy."
She puts her hand back down between her legs and moans around his cock. He almost comes in her mouth right there. Instead he pulls out.
Hermione gets a few gasps of air into her lungs when he pulls out of her mouth suddenly. He still has her firmly by the hair, though, so she knows he's not done.
"Tip you head back sweetheart," he says, pulling her head back until she's staring at the ceiling. "Open your mouth," he tells her, his voice low and rough, "And remember what I told you about tapping out if you don't like this."
She opens her mouth.
A few minutes later Hermione understands exactly why Severus removes the public hair from his scrotum, and makes a mental note to thank him when her mouth isn't full.
Severus pulls himself out of her mouth with a groan. "I can't take anymore," he says, almost apologetically. He releases his death grip on her hair and rubs his fingers through it gently. He wipes the saliva off her face with his thumb. "Fuck you are beautiful. Come here."
He helps her to her feet. Her legs are shaking a bit, but they don't hurt. He holds her against him with one arm, steadying her and waiting for her breathing to slow. Hermione feels his other hand wander down her belly to between her legs. He laughs darkly when he feels how wet she really is.
"Tell me why you liked that so much," he whispers in her ear, teasing her clit with his fingertips.
"I don't know it was just really intense. Especially when you grabbed me by the hair. " She moans in his ear as he slips a finger inside her, then releases his hold on her.
"Get on the table and spread your legs." He has already transfigured the tabletop for her. She lays back for him on the table, butt at the very edge in front of his chair, and holds her legs apart for him, as she has done countless times in the past week. She pulls the cushion he always provides under her head so that she can watch him.
Sometimes he dives into her pussy like a starving man, relentlessly fingering her and sucking her clit until her orgasm is almost forced out of her.
Today is the other way. He showers her with tender little kisses. He teases her clit with nothing more than the tip of his tongue. His licks are slow and tender; he is making love to her with his mouth.
Hermione closes her eyes and relaxes into him, focusing on the sensation the way he has taught her. She knows there is no point in rushing this orgasm. He eats her like this when he is in the mood to do it for a long time. He doesn't penetrate her with his fingers. He just uses his lips and tongue on her clit. It takes longer for her to come this way. When she does come, she comes in a shuddering moaning crying wet mess under his mouth.
"Fuck, Severus," she says when she catches her breath.
"Your wish is my command. Here or on the bed?"
"We can do it here?" she asks shyly. Up until this point he has only eaten her on the table, not fucked her on it.
In response he stands up, pulls his cock out and plunges into her in one motion.
"Oh my fucking gods. Please. Just like that."
Severus moves in and out of her, experimenting with the angle until-
"Oh... there."
Perfect. He flicks his forefinger light and quick across her clit as he fucks her. Hermione is writhing and crooning underneath him.
"Look at me, Hermione." His voice is firm.
She opens her eyes and looks up at him.
His black eyes are staring down at her. His expression is fierce and demanding. He's fucking her just about as hard as she can take, now- quick hard thrusts that shake the entire table. All the while his finger flicking relentlessly across her clit. It hasn't been long since her last orgasm, but Severus is learning how to play her body like an instrument.
"I'm close," she whispers to him.
"I know," he says, his face still fierce.
She whimpers. The second one is always a little harder. It's elusive, especially when it comes so soon after the first.
"Don't try to force it," he says, his eyes glittering into hers. "Just relax and let me fuck you. You have no idea how sexy you look laying there on your back and taking my cock, tits bouncing."
She is right on the edge now. So is he.
"I imagined taking you like this on my desk at Hogwarts so many times," he says, slamming into her. He feels her start to let go. "Every night I helped you study your pussy was so wet I could taste it from across my desk."
"Fuck," she says, and then she's coming apart underneath him. It's all he can do to keep his strokes steady until she is done. When she is, he hauls her up into a sitting position, his cock still buried inside her.
"Wrap your legs around me," he says.
She does. He kisses her deeply, and thrusts into her one, two, three times. He let's go inside her, holding her tight against his body, his face pressed into hers.
"Let's go to Paris tomorrow," he says when he can talk again. "I am so in love with you. I want to be with you in Paris. Fuck Great Britain and every person in it."
"With a few exceptions," Hermione says, "I agree. We'll have to do dinner tonight at Grimmauld place. After that I'm all yours."
"Truly?" he says.
"Do you remember the first time you dried my tears?" she asks him.
"Of course."
"That was the first time I felt safe since the war," she replies. "And I have belonged to you since that moment."
His heart hits his stomach and his eyes prick with unshed tears. He holds onto Hermione as tightly as he dares and doesn't speak. He can't speak.
Hermione holds onto him just as fiercely. "Are you okay, Severus?" she asks him.
He nods, and continues to hold on to her.
"Tell me how you're feeling," she says gently, reaching up to stroke his face.
"Safe," he says.
A/N - We are coming to the end of part one of this story. I know I've left a few small plot holes, but I've really just let Hermione and Severus drive this story, the other stuff feels a bit irrelevant to me. Still, I may go back and flesh some things out at some point.
Cami, thank you for your comments, and your concern. I was struggling with how to bring this to a vanilla ending, also I am staying now on a tiny island in Indonesia and the snorkeling has been a big distraction. There is also a very cute much too young for me bartender here trying his best to get in my pants lol. He has been a lovely distraction, but I fear that his efforts are in vain.
For those of you who are familiar with the BDSM community, or at least have read about it, you may have noticed some of those dynamics cropping up between Severus and Hermione. I wanted to give the vanillas who have been reading this story a good ending place, to maybe push the boundaries on their thinking about sex and power dynamics, but hopefully not offend them. I hope I have succeeded. If you identify as a vanilla, I would love to hear your feedback in the comments on what you liked, and what maybe pushed it too far, or anything you found offensive. There are no wrong answers! (fellow kinksters, let me handle the response to these comments please)
I would also like to extend a formal invitation to any and all vanillas to give part two of this story a try. It will be consent and communication based, and Severus and Hermione will remain monogamous. We will also delve deeper into the concept of light and dark energy/magic. Don't worry, no one's going over to the dark side.
Part two will be on Archive of our own, this site doesn't seem to want me to post links, but I'll leave you all the info you need to find it.
One more short chapter to wrap this up I think. If there are any plot holes you need filled (lol) let me know in the comments and I'll do my best.
Much love to you all.