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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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She had sat there shivering for a moment before he pulled the doona up over her shoulders. Severus sat with his back against the headboard of his bed and eyed her wearily. “There will be rules…” he said. Hermione nodded. “And if you break those rules…this…arrangement…it will end.” He said. His eyes were dull but still unreadable though she took no mistake in thinking he was anything but serious.

            “No sleeping over,” he started. “Ever.” He nodded as if to finalize his statement. She nodded her head but remained silent, waiting for the rest of the rules. It was hard not to let her eager feelings reflect on her face. The experiences and the learning, the feelings and sensations, they were going to continue and in knowing that shivers were racing through her body. “There will be no change in our exchanges in public. You are still a student. And I am still your teacher. Do not expect me to treat you any differently in my classroom.” He said.

            “Yes, sir.” This one did not surprise her. The first one hadn’t either, though she hadn’t put much thought into it, but this rule made sense. She certainly wasn’t going to acknowledge him for fear of rousing suspicion among her friends and what an event that would be, trying to explain to them what had happened. Mostly she imagined that they would laugh at her, assume she was taking the piss, but Harry would most likely see the truth behind it and attempt to kill the potions master.

            “Only at night where we can conceal this atrocity by darkness. Do not seek me out during the daylight hours.” He added, thinking that she might somehow come find him between classes. And while the notion was pleasant, it was not something he was willing to risk.

            “There will be no romantic notions of any sort. This is a sexual entanglement. Do not make me regret this decision.” He said. “There will be no acknowledgement of holidays or significant days, no gifts, no outings, nothing to simulate any sort of relationship.” Again his voice was firm. “Am I making myself clear?”

            Hermione nodded. She closed her eyes for a moment and then tried her best to hide her smile. “Yes, sir.” Nothing he asked for seemed unreasonable. It meant that she would be able to continue experiencing the pleasure he had given her. The euphoric feelings would continue and that had her so excited she was shivering despite the doona.

            “Then you should go. It is late, nearly early, and you’re already starting to break the first rule.” He waved his hand dismissively at her. Hermione nodded and took a moment to slide out of the doona. Her body was naked and chilly in the room without his bodily warmth of the thick blanket to warm her, but she took only a moment to don her clothes and hide her body. She stood at the edge of the bed, gazing at him. “Go, Miss Granger.”

            “Goodnight, sir.” She said. Hermione turned to go and was almost at the door to his bedroom when she paused, turned back and walked over to the edge of the bed. “Goodnight,” she whispered as she leaned in and placed a kiss against his lips. Before he could reprimand her for the gesture she was gone. Severus sighed. It was going to be a terribly long night.

            For weeks it carried on in that fashion. She would arrive at ten, sometimes earlier, detention she would tell those that asked. And every night sometime between the late hours and the early pre-dawn hours she would find herself creeping back up to Gryffindor Tower. It was exhausting, but it was exhilarating. There was little time for sleep anymore, and she found herself sleeping through meals, and during her breaks between classes. Fortunately for Hermione her friends assumed it was the stress of the up-coming N.E.W.T.’s that had her so secretively hushed away at all hours of the day and night.

            He had longed to include ‘no kissing’ as a rule on his list of rules, but after feeling her lips it had been impossible. Severus tried during their entanglements not to kiss her lips, not to let her sweet tongue invade his mouth, but it always happened. Sometimes it would start that way. His lips on her body and even hers on his was not what troubled him, but the kissing, it bothered him. Not because it wasn’t pleasant or arousing or intimate, but because it was all those things and more. It was a thing lovers did; it was a sign of showing affection. But he could hardly deny the kiss try as he might.

            There was a night in particular when he thought he’d managed to end it purely by chance. She’d arrived and he’d escorted her into his office, warding and sealing the door. There was an armless chair in the middle of the room and he had taken a seat in it. Before she could jump into his lap and begin their nightly tryst he had grabbed her around the hips and pulled her stomach over his lap. She had cried out in surprise and then gasped when he pushed up her skirt and snatched down her panties.

            The paddle landed hard against her tender backside, each smack causing a sob to escape her lips. Her pale globes glowed an angry red, and after a dozen or so swats with the paddle, which was broad enough to hit both cheeks with every smack, he laid it on the edge of his desk and rubbed the palm of his hand over her flesh. She was sobbing, more quietly than before, and he did not long to see her eyes. It was something he had longed to do, his erection raging in his trousers. If it chased her away, so be it.

            He’d been on the receiving end of a spanking before, and a palm against the sensitive stinging flesh felt invasive at first but then almost soothing. Moving his palm slowly over her arse he hauled his hand back quickly and smacked her. Skin to skin made a sickening smack and he felt the sting transfer through his flesh. He groaned and she sobbed. Eleven more times did he strike her, growling with each stroke of his arm, alternating cheeks, until his hand was as red and raw as her bum.

            Severus pushed her roughly from his lap and she tumbled to the floor. She didn’t even throw her hands out to catch herself as she hit the cold stone of his office floor. It took him a moment to reach down and hoist her up by the arm. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red and puffy. He searched her eyes for a moment and waited for her to turn away from him and run out of the room. But she stood her ground and to that he almost grinned. His features remained solid, he betrayed nothing as he hiked her skirt up, tugged his trousers down and dragged her knickers down to her knees. He sat back in the chair and pulled her into his lap.

            A low growl escaped his lips as her slick warmth sheathed him. She buried her head over his shoulder, whimpering as he fucked her, pushing himself up into her. It was rougher than usual or perhaps it just felt that way because her arse was so sore. She couldn’t tell. Hermione felt her loins quivering and she cried out when she came against him, followed by his own release inside of her.

            Severus retreated to his chambers. Some nights she would follow him and they would go at it again and again and again until she tired or he tired or the dawn was almost on them. Some nights she would leave and he would be left alone in his bed reflecting fondly on how pleasurable it had been. He presumed that tonight would be the ladder as he found his way to his bathroom and braced his hands against the one of the white porcelain sinks. Her reflection appeared behind him for the briefest of moments and as quickly as she had appeared was as quickly as she had ducked into the shower, slid the glass door shut and blasted the water.

            He pretended not to hear her sobs as the water stung her raw flesh. Severus splashed a handful of cold water against his cheeks and gazed into the mirror. His reflection crossed its arms over its chest and scowled. Severus rolled his eyes at his mirror self. The mirror image took off his shirt and pointed at the shower. Steam began to fill the bathroom and it fogged the mirror image, for which Severus was grateful. His hand clutched the door handle and he had nearly stepped out of the bathroom but something stopped him.

            Perhaps it was her sobbing in the shower, or perhaps he just needed to feel her once more. It didn’t matter the reason because in a moment he had taken his shirt off, discarded his trousers and boxer and was standing naked before the shower door. The steam was thick and the heat rising through the bathroom was becoming almost unbearable; he could only imagine how scalding hot the water would be against his skin.

            Severus pulled the door back and stepped into the shower. The steam swirled around her and she was soaked, hair clinging around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, hiding how red they had been. He closed the door and stepped toward her. She was a picture of beauty. Rosy nipples standing stiff, her breasts full and young, skin creamy and bright, enticing him forward. Her thick dark curls protruded between her thighs and he longed to sink to his knees and bury his head between her legs, tasting that sweet heat that was her sex.

            The water splashed over her like a waterfall and he stood for a moment, letting his erection jut forward, his eyes roving over her. He’d had her in the shower more times than he could count. The first night when she’d begged to wash the scent of sex from her body and then begged him to join her, he’d had her then. And many nights since then. He’d backed her against the shower wall, bent her over his arm and fucked her from behind; and she’d been done on her knees in the shower before.

            Steam obscured his view for a moment but he stepped closer to her and ducked his head into the spray, wetting his face. He found himself pressed against her, arms encircling her, lips pressing against hers. She was too eager to meet his kiss, like she needed him. And it excited him. Tiny fingers tugged at his hair; her lips melding with his as their bodies arched together against one another. He groaned and she whimpered. Severus gripped her hips and hoisted her up, pressing her back against the wall of the shower.

            Growls and grunts and whimpers filled the shower almost drowning out the sound of the rushing water. He was rough, biting at her neck, gripping her hips so harsh he was certain she would be bruised in the morning. Nails were digging into his flesh and he growled, biting at her neck again as he thrust into her harder than before. She cried out, spasming and whimpering as she came and pounded her harder, needing to come inside of her. It only took a moment for his release to come and his body shook as it did.

            She was limp against the wall; held up against it by the weight of his body. She ached, she was raw, her thighs were trembling, her sex quivering, and her body felt exhausted. He was panting, settled against her, water spraying across his face. Severus tilted his head down and gently laved her neck. Hermione shuddered; it hurt when he pressed his tongue in a place and she could only imagine the mark that he had left on her. Thankfully that hadn’t been one of the rules or they both would have been forced to quit their encounters together ages ago.

            Again he licked the angry purple mark and she drew in a sharp breath. “Ow,” she said with a faint smile and tilted her neck to the side, trying to escape his tongue. Severus pulled his head back and gazed into her eyes. If they were still red from her spanking he could no longer tell. He imagined her arse was still quite sore but he was not so mean as to swat her to prove his point. His hands fumbled behind her for the faucet and turned off the water.

            Hermione was blushing, though she wasn’t sure why. When he turned around she nearly giggled. There were several deep red half-moon marks littering his back. At least she wouldn’t be the only one baring a mark, though hers would be a bit more difficult to hide. “Do you find something amusing, Miss Granger?” That was at least the same. He never called out her name, always addressing her formally, and although that unnerved her only the slightest bit, it also provided a comfort of sorts, at least he was consistent.

            “No, sir.” She said trying to cough down her giggle. She stepped forward and raked her nails over the fresh marking on his back. He hissed and she smiled. Her lips fell softly against his back, kissing each of the marks she had left on his body before sliding past him and stepping out of the shower. Hermione dressed quickly and without another word had left his chambers for the night.

            Sometimes she left without a word, other times it was goodbye, followed by kisses that he always tried to convince himself he had resisted. Sometimes he would tell her to go; on nights when they’d ended in his bed, both panting, both exhausted, he still tangled beneath the sheets with her, pressed to her body. How tempting it would be to let her stay there in his arms, but it was against the rules and he was not about to break them.

            The next morning he spied her in the Great Hall, and nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. Her hair was down, floating in waves around her shoulders. But when she sat and turned her head just slightly he could see the dark purple mark he’d left on her neck and he was beside himself. At first he was furious, why hadn’t the little chit tried to cover it? A simple glamour would have been enough. And then he was concerned. Had she been in some sort of state that she was not aware of it, though that seemed unlikely. And suddenly he was curious, what was she playing at? But the anger resurged once more when the notion that she was in fact baiting him surfaced in his mind. He was too cross to finish breakfast and stalked from the Great Hall. There would be a stern talking to later.

            She arrived just a little after ten and he was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. He did not wait for her to approach him before he was standing and stalking into his office. Hermione was hesitant as she followed him. It was apparent that his temper was in full swing. Her arse still stung with the memory of the previous night and for a moment she contemplated turning to leave and perhaps returning another night when he was in a more pleasant mood.

            But her curiosity won out and she followed him into his office. She was just across the threshold when he blasted the door shut behind her. A scowl was glued on his lips and his eyes were on fire. “What are you playing at?” he hissed.

            “What are you talking about, sir?” she asked.

            He stalked toward her and roughly pushed her hair back from her neck, exposing the dark purple mark he’d left there. Hermione flushed, and bowed her head, her eyes falling closed as she did. She hadn’t meant to flaunt it and the only one who had asked about it was Ginny. In a way it had proved her point that no one took much notice in her person. And she had lied and told Ginny that it was a seventh year Ravenclaw who’d pushed things a little too far.

            “You’ve broken a rule.” He spat.

            Her eyes flew open wide. “No I haven’t, sir!” her voice was loud but frightened. Nowhere in his list of rules about their entanglement had it said thou shalt cover thy hickey or else. She held her ground and brought her eyes level with him. “No, sir. I didn’t.” she repeated.

            “Public display of—”

            “No one knows it was you, sir.” She said. “And no one even noticed no one except Ginny and I lied anyhow.”

            His words were poised on the tip of his tongue, ready to sting, ready to bite but she’d shot him down before he’d had the chance to strike. It hadn’t crossed his mind that any boy could have given her a marking like that and that for the students of Hogwarts to automatically jump to him as the provider would have been utter lunacy. For a moment he was cross with himself for jumping to conclusions. “You made no effort to hide it. You should be ashamed.” He sneered.

            “I wore my hair down, sir.” She said and pulled her hair back over her shoulder, once again concealing the mark. “I almost never wear my hair straight down like this…” She lowered her head once more as he brushed her hair back for the second time that night. The mark was a deep violet, starting to fade to a brownish yellow around the edges.

            He was angry, more so at himself for his foolish thoughts and rash reaction but needed to release it. “And what if you didn’t have your hair to cover it, hmm?” he grabbed her hair and pulled it tight behind her neck, exposing the mark further. “Would you have been so foolish as to leave your dormitory without a simple glamour or for Merlin’s sake a bloody scarf?”

            Hermione shook her head. “A scarf would have drawn attention. I don’t wear scarves,” she muttered. “Not unless we’re outside and the weather is unbearable. Occasionally I wear my hair down, so this was less suspicious.” She opened her eyes and caught his gaze. “Sir, are you cross?”

            Severus waited a moment and then looked away from her. He grabbed her hand and led her through into his chambers, tugging her along until they had entered his bedroom. She did not speak, only followed as he pushed her down onto the bed and began to undress her. Words had failed him and he did what he knew how to do, he knew how to relieve his tension into the waiting and willing body of the witch before him and so he did.

            They spoke not a word to one another, but their moans and cries said enough. Her body was quivering and slick with sweat when he finally finished, nearly collapsing atop her, but he rolled to the side and surprised her as he pulled her close. There was a moment where she had drifted somewhere into the space between sleeping and waking, but she did not stay there long. Her eyes focused on his; he’d been staring at her, still holding her close.

            “I should go,” she muttered though she longed to stay. But it was against the rules.

            He nodded ever so slightly and she almost missed it. It was going to be a long and lonely walk back to Gryffindor tower.

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