Great chapter!  I still love your descriptions and metaphors.

The discovery that he was a Motulomens wasn’t as surprising as it should have been. - ok, I get it now :)

And the reason she had to know was both simple and complicated - this is put mildly 

I love their interaction, how he is surrendering to her seduction and participating actively in it. 

She was there for him to claim her . . . to make her his.  - but didn't he done that already, didn't he showed her that she is...if she wants?

His own eyes were closed and his head tilted back in the throes of ecstasy. - I just love this visual

“Severus . . . were you at the book group?” - so the question is WHO was he in the group as well, she was there, so...she must have seen him, talked to him and not knowing...

“Tell me. I deserve to know.” - and she's done it....she really likes to ask the right question at the worse possible time, does she?

I know this is late and sadly not my usual...but my brain is on vacation and refuses to think (at least until Monday when work starts again). 

Please take care of yourself :*

Until the next chapter  love&hugs&kisses 

No, no improvement yet. Doctor's office still hasn't called. But I'm getting some writing done in the meantime.

or between her legs where she refused to Scourgify the glaze of their combined essences from her inner thighs.--Love this description.

resting upon the downy curve of his pelvis like a codpiece . . . protecting, claiming . . . and finally . . . sleeping.-- Unh! So good. And now I want to be his official cod piece.

Someone was hiding—close to her—but always beyond her reach.--Yeah, I'm guessing it's herself. She's always looking to others for answers.

What the hell is going on with the book? Is it about whomever is reading it? Did Snape read it? If he did, did he read about her or him?

But Hermione lifted her legs, walking her heels up his white shirt, from his abdomen to his chest, before wriggling herself closer until her buttocks were nestled against his groin and she could feel the bold heat of his cock pressing into her cleft.--oh gods, this is so delicious!

(Free fall isn't hyphenated.)

cock completely motionless but throbbing inside her like a nuclear warhead. -- Hahahaha! Great comparison.

A stroke or two later, his substantial balls clenched and his shaft reared in his grip, driving a powerful stream of ejaculate in a long, glistening trail across her abdomen. AND further lashings of warm seed painting her breasts, trickling down her ribs and drizzling into her navel.-- Lovely wording. 

“Who are they, Severus? Who are you spying for?”--Whatwhatwhat? WTF is going on? I'm so confused.

And desperate for answers. 

I need more! You're killing me (and I'm already halfway there, so it won't take much to finish me off). Now I have to rethink what she said at the start of the chapter. BTW, is Montulomens derived from something else? I tried to search for similar words but couldn't find anything.

Dammit! I wan't to copy and paste this entire fucking chapter back to you. The whole thing was so beautifully written. The word-gasms were plentiful. 

it felt like a safe detonation, a controlled explosion--love this.

"And after all that had happened between them, she no longer feared his judgement. She could release without expecting repercussions."--Because he's the master facilitator :)

"Against her lips he was the flesh of a peach, a ripe bud that she needed to open, her tongue tipping tentatively out to taste his sweet juncture, slipping along the seam, searching for an opening."--I actually love this whole paragraph, but this was my favorite line in it. Soooo tasty :P

"in the same way as he was masterfully commandeering her pussy with each flexion of his muscular thigh."--Unnnh!

"But not like this—a knot of such intense need that it could only be expressed with her most visceral exposure—with everything on the inside wanting to come out, to smother him, claiming him as her own, or even pulling him in to be part of her."--Yeeeees. She's getting to the core of her desires with him.

(slipping off his coat before Wandlessly flicking open the remaining buttons of his shirt and discarding both.--I don't think you need to capitalize wandlessly.)

"chipped porcelain of his skin"--Great description.

"It was so different to anything that had come before . . . so much more extreme because it felt real, like the proper consummation of a relationship."--More of that same realization of her true nature with him (and him with her). So good :)

"silky sash across her skin, like a peep show, tantalising snippets of lips and tongue toying with the stark profile of her nipple."--Great visual.

"a Portkey directly to the core of her being."--Lovely :)

"She would feed him from her body forever, if she could watch him as he was right now, milky eyelids fallen closed, dark lashes fluttering gently as he consumed her with abandon."--Gah! So good :P (more drooling).

"Now the other slid up to her belly, little finger touching the heel of his other hand, while his thumb rested on her clitoris. It was as though he was deliberately connecting all of her most sensitive bundles,"--This whole section was awesome.

"she allowed herself to be taken, consumed by each sensation without wishing for it to be anything more or less than it was . . . acceptance . . . acceptance . . . and it began to feel glorious, transcendental, like every molecule of her body was being recruited, slowly brought into alignment with the centre of her being."--Ah! The acceptance (in all it's incarnations in this story) takes center stage; and she receives what she needs at long last.

"He came up behind her, close, the warm, silken head of his cock brushing against her buttocks"--Mmmm!

Unnnh! And I loved the whole trust fall scene. Poignant and hot. Yummy!

"and her head pitching forward,"--Spotted it.

"As she pushed forward, straining into the abyss—she felt the freedom that he’d spoken of—the floating sensation of being held up, of being lifted above it all, of relinquishing herself and trusting that she would be accepted and respected—and that she could, in turn, accept and respect herself."--At the edge of oblivion we find peace.

"The problem was that she did need someone. She needed one person very much—the one inside her right now."--Hmmmm. I wonder what's going to happen to make her see past that limitation.

And you've thrown us the curveball of Snape being a Monulomens. Very very interesting :)

Of course I'm dying to see where you're going to go with this now. How will all these revelations play out for our favorite couple? Gah! Love this so much <3

well then, have you seen anything that resembles the cover description? - The only title that comes to mind is Deviations from Anma Natsu, but my country changes lot of covers for the books, so....moot point

 she might not even need it - damn it, ok happy about that, but still...that would be hot scene :D

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Ok, fantastic, hot chapter. I still have trouble focusing on sex though.

I just love so many metaphors and descriptions that I would be c/p most of the chapter, really no point of that. Great visuals!

I also love the mutual development of emotions and her realisation. Her growth from self-centered to the actual person who takes into her surrounding and respect wishes and needs of others.

 He was . . . beautiful. - I love this realisation. It shows how much she matured.

But then he pulled away, and she stopped breathing altogether. Her insides screamed, pleading with him to come back. But he had done what he had set out to do. - and I love how he uses sex to teach her very important lesson in life :) I'm just wondering if she really managed to learn it?

Great addressing to the paradox of gaining control by relinquishing it completely. It is actually one conundrum I liked to discuss when I was doing that research that was stopped. It is one and the same with strength in showing weakness.

Motulomens - ok, I'm not familiar with the term, is this akin to empath?

she had the terrible sense that his pain might not derive from what had been done to him . . . but what he had done to others - oh, this is just heart-breaking :'(

The whole ending is so bitter-sweet.

Love this chapter very much <3 Until the next one, take care of yourself :*

 Love&Kisses&Hugs xxxx

Ah, we finally get to the book! I still need more information :) I take it Snape found it fairly interesting.

And the altercation with Ginny was just . . . insane. WTF is her problem? Was the situation not spelled out for her beforehand? Don't get me wrong, I found it totally believable; Ginny obviously has some deep seated issues. Maybe she needs some spanking therapy to sooth her soul. :)

Her exhalation was a fluttering purr of pleasure. Somehow . . . inexplicably . . . life felt good.--Life's like that :) and I like this sentence.

it had become everything. Yet with the magnitude of her loss, it had felt woefully inadequate, incapable of fulfilling her, of providing for her on any level.--I love this.

As though their bubbles of solitude were merging, uniting them in isolation, separate from the rest.--Yeeees! 

His hypervigilance meant that they could engage in the trivial without fear.--This whole part was great. The idea that Snape is their (and her) stolid rock of protection is absolutely brilliant. 

Love the end. She needs her Snape medicine. Come to think of it, so do I. More please :)

Ch16 - Loved the description of Snape in this - the ever vigilant watcher - and think that, had JKR not killed him (cow), that is how he would have gone on - ever watchful, allowing the young to feel safe, even if it is a false safety. SP

You didn’t let him comfort you? - why would I? I have perfect Slytherin at home ;)

don’t worry, I wrote it, I’m weirder ;) - there was a strong metaphor in that sentence and all I found it is sexy ;)

Your brain is perfect!  - thank you :*

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Now I'm intrigued to know what book did you had in mind (if it is something from the Muggle literature) :)

It wasn’t something she’d ever cared about in the past  - I just love how her sexuality is waking up, but it is more than that, she is growing up and emerging as an adult

that she’d spent her entire mirror time visualising being torn apart by his fingers, shredded by his teeth - ugh, I just love her visual...yes please :D

Indeed, she’d somehow ‘earned’ her freedom as a result of their latest liaison. - why do I have the feeling that her "freedom" was more an excuse, his need to distance himself at least a bit from what is going on? A way for him to keep the shreds of his sanity in check? For him, it is a tool, just like the flogger.

It was nothing really. Just a bookmark. A brass stem with the head of a snake. - oh, my dear - it is everything ;)        

she felt there was something here for her. Something worthwhile. - I love the parallel between them, so subtle, they both don't have another home.

wondering if it was how she, Ron and Harry had appeared not so long ago. - great description of disassociation

As though their bubbles of solitude were merging, uniting them in isolation, separate from the rest.  - I love it, two pariah's

She had previously considered his stern vigilance to be unnecessary. - but it is necessary, more than just what she saw. He is still in a hostile environment, he cannot allow himself to relax, still hunted and knowing that attack is around the corner. More than that, he is stubborn, even spiteful...he is the embodiment of silent resistance, a judgement to counter their constant hatred and hostility. They didn't break him and he won't let them come what may but they can't break him. In a way, it is the only thing he has left with, and he is rubbing it in their face...a salt to the wound.  

 Whipping Snape, naked, in his bedroom. - love it <3

I love how you captured Ginny, I know many people like her but she is just as you described her - insecure and mean, jealous.

Friendships needed work. - true, but the true friendship wouldn't raise this issue, Ginny is not the friend, not a real one...

 Face crumpling in realisation, she dropped the towel before turning and plunging into his arms. - I am melting...so lovely...so  telling

Fantastic chapter. Can't wait to see what is going to happen next...maybe the shredding of that newly purchased undervear? 

Until the next chapter, take care of yourself :* <3

Love&Kisses&Hugs xxxx

Ok - so having a little more than appropriate violent thoughts at Ginny.  Yeah Hermione may have made a mistake and taken things too far but that is no way to treat someone.  Not sure what resolution you plan to bring this to, but please don't let Ginny win.  

This chapter made me cry. :o(
I feel bad for everyone. Ginny, Hermione, Snape.
Beautiful.

This might be my favorite chapter that you've ever written. In fact, this whole story might be taking the first place spot away from In Their Hands in my mental list of DS favorites. I actually felt the urge to immediately read this chapter again even after I'd just finished it (I managed to wait half a day though). There is so much universal and personal truth packed into this one chapter that I think I could come away with a new interpretation every time I read it.

You already know my thoughts on pussy power, but I particularly loved the bit about  "You understand that you can use it to take as well as give." I have no idea why this struck me as so profound except that it's the first time I thought of pussy as being sort of the alpha and omega, the still-point between the illusion of duality. Or the Shrodinger's cat of transcendence, the pussy simultaneously encompassing two states of existence, giving pleasure and receiving pleasure. (Yes, I know I'm butchering that theory to fit my needs.)

The part about her watching her parents from the tree and the subsequent confession about her need to feel wanted and loved FOLLLOWED by her misery concerning their forgetting her was heartbreaking. But poignant when combined with her actions toward Snape. "I should have been with them instead of watching, instead of unfairly testing them . . . making them prove that they loved me, when I always knew.” This could be applied to both main characters equally (even if love is too strong of a word for what they currently have).

As always, the dialogue was sublime--Snape's speech in particular. I won't copy the whole thing back to you, but I loved it all.

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The spilled "tea" on her chin was hilarious.

'The one you’ve cobbled together from countless gross assumptions? The detritus amassed from your festering ruminations?--I love this, both for what he says and how he says it. (BTW, I just noticed you're missing the end quotation marks.)

(Now she was gripping her want tightly--wand)

And yet I did not seek to debase you with pity.--What a telling sentiment.

flitting over her stippled tears--Stippled. Yum :)

enveloping her like a protective carapace--Carapace made me love this even more.

she had a sense that his purpose was less about communicating absolute truths and more about extending her, testing her perspective, forcing her to question her assumptions.--Brilliant insight. 

Now that he had breached her denim skin--denim skin was fabulous.

And you think that forgiveness will come when I do.”--Unh! The feels!

his free hand hooked into the waist band of her jeans, yanking her backwards as he slammed forward--Holy hell, yes! So hot. (Waistband is one word.)

He faltered, staring intently into her eyes, his breaths visible on the cooling air. Then his hand slid under her cheek, protecting it from the bark before he unleashed himself on her.--OMG! The feels and and fucking! Yeeeees! I particularly love how he keeps her face from being grated off by the bark. What a gentleman :P

With her face sandwiched between the cup of his hand and the rasp of his shadowed cheek, his chest rising and falling against her back, she felt ensconced within what felt like a warm, dark, breathing womb. She imagined herself remaining like that, hibernating there in the forest with him.--And when she emerges from that womb she'll be reborn with a new sense of freedom and power. Or at least that's what I want for her. 

But as he did, she felt the briefest press of his lips against her temple.--Awwww.

Now I want Hermione to go whip the hell out of Snape. (You know, to prove her love . . . and power.) And I'm curious to know if Snape is trying to get fired. (I would if I were him.) And I want to know about that book. And if she's earned back all her house points yet.

You always leave me wanting more. Tease.

Ok, I'll guess I'll never learn, I read your story on the bus again (in my defence, it was 5h long ride), and I freaked out some random guy in the seat next to me when I started to cry (you can blame it on pms, I'm not usually that much emotional).

in fact any feelings at all - are you fishing for compliments? Your stories DO cause strong feelings, that's why people read them, that is a mark of a good writer ;P

but a very special male - ofc! It is Snape after all

I think she is genuine in her intentions - true, but there is a saying "the road to Hell is paved with good intentions" ;)

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You are demonising McGonagall again! Why?  I guess I'll have to wait and find out :)

What if he wasn’t?  - yeah, not thinking do tend to bite you on the behind

A huge shadow landed upon her back, pinning her against the log. - that was....sexy :D I know, I'm weird

“The one you’ve cobbled together from countless gross assumptions? The detritus amassed from your festering ruminations? - I love this structure, I know many who would read it with a dictionary but I really love it. It holds such harsh truth about her.  

“And yet I did not seek to debase you with pity. I did not approach you with sympathy . . . a service only to the giver.” - this broke my heart, it was obvious from the start that he would interpret that in that manner, but it still broke my heart.

His tears suddenly meant so much more to her. - and that is the moment I start crying :'( “Even as a child you need to know, don’t you?” she murmured. “That you are loved?” - and more crying, I just kept thinking - when was he led to know that he is loved?

like the bark against her cheek was also inside her . . . inside her throat - fantastic description, an embodiment of inner turmoil

She was sick of pretending that she understood everything. She didn’t. - finally!!!

forcing her to question her assumptions - which is the mark of a true educator, the one that forces you to be better, not lulled in what you already know but to seek more, to grow and develop beyond what you know that are your limitations

“You already understand the power of using one to obliterate the other.” / Her face crumpled in realisation—it was what she had deprived him of by ignoring his request. - and some more crying, the guy was totally freaked out, I could tell he wanted to ask if I am ok, but he didn't know me so he kept quiet XD This also solves the "mystery" of the flogger :(

“You are powerful,” he murmured. “More so than you realise.” - I love the duality of this statement, the reference to the difference in their appearance. It still breaks my heart, partially because true beauty lies beneath the skin, not on its surface. But then again, society always tries to convince us otherwise...

Her hand slithered up to cover her face - you just...no! Such simple act and so protective, it shows more about him then book of words.

Because I have already given it to you - you are killing me! So much is crammed in that one sentence. It is not just forgiveness for one thin g or the other, it is so much more!  It takes us back to the moment he gave her the flogger. And puts into perspective her act of denying him more harshly than anything else. It screams betrayal (once again)  like it is a constant in his life from which there is no escape :(

“I want . . . you.” - ok, more crying (I really hate pms)

she felt the briefest press of his lips against her temple - oooo honey it is so much more than that. Ok, yeah, there is forgiveness, but also much, much more - the addition, the sadness,   the conciliation with destiny, in one small part it is surrender ... I could go on and on.

I really liked this chapter, it is heart breaking. I still do have a small problem with my brain and this story - it is so hard to even concentrate on the sex in the story like it is not happening at all or happening somewhere in the background. I love your sex scenes but in this story, I tend to miss them completely O.o

Take good care of yourself, and I can't wait for next chapter :*

Love&Kisses&Hugs xxxx <3

Best chapter ever!!!!!

Amazing chapter. Absolutely loved it. Can't wait for the next one. 

Okay, but I just read all 14 chapters, and I need more, please. <3 This is amazing, and I can't wait to see how things progress. :D

I have mixed feelings about this chapter. One, I LOVE it, it is hot! Two, I am not into fem-dom, so it is a bit difficult to connect, but that is highly subjective so I'm not sure if holds merit when I place it in the everything written so far ;). In overall, it is good chapter <3

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He might desire to be free of both her touch and the binds, as indicated by the occasional jerk as he tugged against them, but he was still aroused - yeah, you still need some sort of consent, even for that Hermione. Through, in this regard, she is his mirror image, a bit distorted but still (he did get her consent, even if reluctant). But she really needs to read some books :D - in rare cases, and he might be just that, (involuntary) arousal can be caused by fear which is a sort of self-defence mechanism of the body by more of it mind.

to make him understand that he deserved more than pain - yeah, I can understand her reasoning, and even why she chose this moment, Sev is difficult to deal with if he is not...silenced and tied up.

as confirmed by the largely incomprehensible but patently threatening commands - I just adore him :D

Had he really thought that he could control her? That she would be malleable enough, even in a position of dominance, to do as he desired? Or was his ultimate goal in all this to challenge her? Was this yet another sacrifice?  - valid questions, I think a litle bit of all. 

“Despite what you may think, I’m not afraid to use this.” She held it up to him. “I also understand that pleasure is an extremely personal experience and that, for some, this is a legitimate source.” She rolled the handle thoughtfully around in her fingers. “For that reason, I will now use it on myself.” - is she trying to give him a heart attack?

She knew that he liked to watch her. - duh, he IS a MALE, after all, liking to watch is a given

 She wanted to believe that it was desire . . . not just revenge. And the glisten of his cock, the sparkling gem crowning his head suggested that she might just be right. - as said before, yeah, a male...like to watch...nothing new. It would be whole another game if she tried to use it for its original purpose, like this, I'd say that she probably missed a bit of relief he must be feeling.

and that she wasn’t at risk of serious repercussions when she finally did set him free - ooooooooo I can't wait to see these repercussions, though, they might surprise us knowing you :)

‘Your own brand of torture?’ - this sentence is more than a little telling, and not in a good way. He might have enjoyed what he saw, but it also indicates that he understood it as a way of torturing him, inflicting pain maybe more severe than flogger ever could.

ok, I get that she is trying to literally shock him back to understanding...but what she does...is it really good or maybe more damaging in the long run? As twisted as his logic is, is it really displaced? Can she guarantee, she would stay with him - forever? Or will she leave him with the knowledge that there is someone out there who can accept him but who is not really interested? I know that she can plan ahead, but I don't think she thought this true. Your Hermione is truly cruel in this story.

And then she saw it. A tear. A single glistening drop, trailing down one cheek. - hot scene, and in a way I'm glad she did that for him, also sad. That is too much messing with his head and his emotions.

She decided not to wait around to find out what it was. - grh, you can't disassemble someone like that and just abandon him, after care is part of the game.

Pausing at the bedroom door, she reversed the rope incantation before heading quickly for the entrance to his chambers. - not very brave Hermione :P

Now, at the beginning you told me to let you know if you start slipping into 50 shades...well you are on that slippery slope now, not quite yet there, but heading in that direction. Consider yourself warned ;)

Until the next chapter, which I do expect with impatience...I just have to know what HE will do next :) Take care of yourself :*

Love&Kissess&Hugs xxxx