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Master of the Senses	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29786 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Just in time for Valentine’s Day.

The rest of the week continued in a heated fashion that matched if not rivaled Monday, and Hermione swore she could feel the tension building between them. Every touch, every heated look between them only further served to make the unconscious divide that much more profound.

She returned each night to her quarters only to touch herself desperately, reaching a rather unsatisfying completion or even none at all. Thursday night left her aching, unable to fulfill the need between her legs by her own hand and she simply gave up knowing that the weekend was right around the corner. Laying in bed, she had a hard time finding sleep as she just couldn’t seem to turn her brain off.

Thankfully she was able to have a bit of a lie-in on Friday morning as Snape insisted that they meet later in the day in order to end the lesson with the collection of Fluxweed.

It was the height of the full moon and they needed to venture into the forest once more, this time to harvest Fluxweed that he insisted they were in short supply of.

However when Hermione, who had sufficient knowledge of the store cupboards and knew full well there was an abundant supply of Fluxweed on the left-hand side of the second shelf from the top, made note of this Snape had fired back that none of it had been harvested at peak full moon and would therefore create a lesser quality potion.

So at his insistence, Hermione arrived shortly before dinner time where they worked together on sorting supplies, stopping to break for supper. As they were finishing their meal together, Hermione inquired as to the schedule for the rest of their evening.

Hermione finished spearing the last pea with her fork and neatly tucked her napkin on top of her plate. “What time will we adjourn this evening to the forest?”

“The time of day is most correlated with the moon's altitude. The full moon is highest around midnight, first quarter at dusk, and third quarter at dawn.” Snape too had just finished, once again eating with his sleeves neatly rolled up and his teaching robes slung over the nearest chair.

“I assumed if we set out near 11 o’clock, we should be able to locate a harvestable patch of Fluxweed nearest the height of the full moon.”

Hermione nodded resolutely and looked at the clock which read nearly 8 o’clock. They had taken a late supper to work around their adjusted schedule.

“What are we going to work on until then, sir?”

Snape stood, dusting the non-existent crumbs from his lap but did not bother to unravel his sleeves.

“We will work on one more series of ingredients and brew the potion accordingly at the end.”

He strode confidently towards the front of the classroom to retrieve the blindfold. Hermione stood as well, waving her wand to banish the now empty dishes left over from supper to the kitchens.

Walking to the middle of the room, he handed her the blindfold which she donned with ease, listening to the sounds of tinkling glass and vials as he retrieved the proper ingredients.

She smoothed her robes over the simple attire she had worn this evening; Snape had made sure to remind her they were headed into the forest so as not to repeat her last blunder with improper footwear.

Tonight she had made sure to wear sturdy boots, form fitting jeans, and a knit sweater underneath her work robes. Their traveling cloaks awaited them near the door, ready for their departure.

She heard Snape approach once she had secured the blindfold, and gently took her hand. Leading her towards the front, he stopped her just short of what she was now familiar with as the workbench.

“Open.” Having repeated this process so many times throughout the week, they became familiar with a more short-hand style of language. Hermione opened her mouth dutifully and awaited the first flavor, wishing she would have thought to cleanse her palate with water so soon after their supper.

It seems that Snape, as always, was already two steps ahead of her as the flavor that blossomed onto her palate was sharp, spicy, and very distinct.

Hermione felt her mouth tighten as she uttered the words “Ginger root.”

Snape chuckled, “Yes Miss Granger, no mistaking that flavor I assume."

Hermione ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth, trying quickly to clear the aggressive flavor from her palate.

"Since that was such a simple identification, let's take this a step further. How long ago was the root harvested?"

Now Hermione slowed her tongue, pausing to try and remember how much juice had been excreted from the singular slice.

"The juice was limited, the fibers a bit dry. I would assume, two...perhaps three weeks ago?"

There was a pause and then, "That particular root was harvested roughly 16 days ago. As we've learned, this would make it less than ideal for a variety of potions, but it matters not for the one we will be brewing this evening."

"And which one will that be?"

Snape chuckled, "Your assumption that I would give it away so easily is nearly as superficial as the potion itself."

"You can't blame me for trying," Hermione could not hide her smile in her voice. "I suppose I did at least get one clue out of you, although knowing what you consider to be superficial could include a wide array of potions. I suppose I will need more information before I make my guess." She opened her mouth awaiting the next ingredient.

"After all we've learned here, this better not be mere guesswork." Snape muttered as she felt the next ingredient placed upon her tongue.

The next two ingredients turned out to be rose and Lady’s Mantle, both floral in nature if not slightly bitter. It was the fourth ingredient that seemed to pose a bit of trouble.

This one was refreshing, nearly tasteless and almost identical to plain water. Hermione was nearly tempted to ask for a second dose if she wasn’t so afraid he would not let her hear the end of it. The taste was subtle, like…plants and the earth. It almost felt like the liquid was a mere imprint of those items…

“This is morning dew.” Hermione stated it clearly and matter-of-factly, even though she was currently anything but.

“What leads you to believe that Miss Granger?”

“It is nearly identical to water with the exception of the impression of…the earth.”

“I would be gracious in offering you an additional sample if you can answer a secondary question.”

Hermione hesitated. What could the harm be in that? Worst case scenario is I get something wrong and I learn something new.

“Of course, Master Snape.” She held her mouth open, awaiting with her senses piqued for examination.

He gave her a bit more this time and although she was ready for it, she startled just slightly at the amount. A bit of the liquid missed its mark, and she could feel it running down the side of her mouth. It continued downward, running into the gentle hollow of her collarbone and disappearing underneath the knitted hem of her sweater towards the rounded valley of her breasts.

She heard him set the glass container down quickly and rush with his hand to chase the liquid along its descent to no avail. The warmth of his hand grazed her neck and brushed along the tops of her breasts, although they were encased in the soft wool of her sweater she could still feel the slight pressure from his hand and she inhaled softly.

“I apologize Miss Granger, I did not intend…”

Hermione laughed in spite of herself, “That is quite alright. I’m assuming there is no stain of the ingredient unless you are about to tell me I am incorrect in my judgment and the liquid currently running down my shirt is in fact Dragon’s Blood.”

“I can assure you I would not be so careless with such priceless ingredients.” She could hear Snape’s audacity at her claim in his voice yet also a playful sarcasm.

He continued, “Assuming we both know this is not in fact Dragon’s Blood, where was this particular sample collected from?”

Hermione tried to focus through her amusement, and noted this time there was a particular flavor that almost resembled the scent of moss.

“Was this collected from…the courtyard?”

Snape removed the blindfold and Hermione was met with a calculating look.

“What gave it away?”

Hermione smiled, “The moss. I’ve seen it gathered on the cobblestones that line the courtyard. I’ve not seen a bigger collection of it in the area, save for the Forbidden Forest I suppose.”

Snape raised an eyebrow and gave her a smirk that conveyed his satisfaction.

“Your true instincts as a Potions Mistress seem to be on full display tonight Miss Granger.”

Hermione flushed at the compliment, and not knowing how to respond she turned away.

“I’m just going to…clean up the spilled morning dew. Would you set the station for brewing?”

She walked over to the singular mirror located towards the back of the room. As she wiped away any residual moisture she couldn’t help but take another glance at herself in the mirror.

Her hair, which she had taken down for supper, seemed unusually lustrous. Her cheeks had a faint rosiness to them, and she swore as she turned her head from side to side that her skin was practically glowing.

It was subtle however, and if Hermione wasn’t accustomed to glancing at herself everyday in the morning before she left she would not have noticed.

“Which potion would that be for, Miss Granger?”

It clicked, as suddenly as she had looked into the mirror and noticed the combined effects of the few ingredients she had ingested.

“...nearly as superficial as the potion itself.”

“The Beautification Potion that we will be brewing tonight of course.” Hermione grinned with satisfaction in not missing a beat.

“If you wouldn’t mind grinding the faerie wings, I will join you in just a moment.” She made a point of dabbing along her neckline once more before stealing yet another glance in the mirror.

Of course she had not ingested all of the ingredients necessary, but she was sure that consuming even a few together could bring out a few subtle properties of the elixir they together would create.

Wondering if Snape knew the same, she wandered back over to the brewing station.

“Did I appear to get it all?” Hermione pulled the neckline of her sweater down just enough to expose her cleavage, smiling at him coyly.

“Careful Miss Granger, our weekend has not yet begun and we have work to do.” Despite his lack of agreement in his words, Hermione did not miss the drop of his gaze as she pulled down her sweater.

His gaze lingered for just a moment longer before he drew his eyes up to meet hers, a slow burning hunger present that Hermione had felt herself all week.

Snape lifted his hand, running one gently along her tresses that dangled softly along her cheek.

She closed her eyes, leaning eagerly into his touch as he combed his fingers into her hair and tenderly pulled it back.

“You should secure your hair again Miss Granger,” he murmured, “Wouldn’t want it to get in the way of our brewing.”

Hermione sighed, pulling away from him to gather up her soft curls and joined him at the workstation to begin.

~***~

The next few hours of brewing together seemed to pass quickly and before long the cauldron was emitting multi-colored bubbles, signaling the completion of the Beautification Potion.

“While the use for this particular brew is shallow, there is a demand in the current market for tonics such as these.” Snape sighed as he extinguished the flame.

Hermione hummed in agreement as she began to draft the potion into separate vials.

“Feels rather rudimentary I suppose, to go from brewing something such as Wolfsbane Potion to this.” Hermione began placing a stopper on each glass container. “Knowledge in all areas I presume is the ultimate goal of a Potions Master.”

“More than just knowledge Miss Granger. It is a delicate balance of understanding, experience, and intuition that leads to true Mastery.” Snape reminded her, as he placed the last ingredient carefully in the store cupboard.

“Of course.” She flushed.

“Keeping in that mindset, it is time we depart. We still have one more task to complete tonight.”

Hermione glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was already ten after. They had just fifty minutes left until midnight.

Snape shrugged his cloak on, and held Hermione’s own out for her to don before they were off.

They walked at a brisk pace from the dungeons and entered into the cool air of the night. Walking at this speed was remarkably easier in her current footwear, and she tried to brush away the thoughts of her foolishness at their last excursion into the forest.

The luminescence of the full moon shone down upon them, lighting the way down to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. Once they entered, Hermione noted they slowed their pace to a gradual stroll.

“It is not far from here, we should reach our destination at the perfect time.”

As they walked along, Hermione found that the silence between them was now comfortable and familiar. When Hermione had first arrived back at Hogwarts, she had somehow always felt the need to fill the silence with some incessant chatter. Now it seemed that any words exchanged were only done so not out of necessity, but simply for the enjoyment of the other’s company.

Feeling a sense of peace at their hushed surroundings, Hermione found she had a new appreciation for the forest at midnight. While the canopy of the Forbidden Forest filtered out much of the moonlight, there were still moments of periodic brilliance upon the leaves as they walked.

The trees loomed over them and instead of feeling foreboding they felt almost protective, creating an enclosure of safety in a world where only they existed.

Hermione noted a variety of plants along the path where they walked, some common mushrooms in the more wooded areas and knotgrass in the small clearings where the moonlight struck.

The undergrowth was becoming thicker now and the path narrowed. Instead of walking side by side Hermione began to follow Snape’s lead as it was clear he knew the way.

Finally, just as Hermione began to feel her legs tire they broke through a dense patch of thorns and found themselves in a small clearing.

Hermione let loose a small sigh of relief. However as she turned away from the thorns and towards the clearing she felt her breath catch; the sight before her was extraordinary.

The glade was bathed in moonlight and covered with dense grass topped with delicate purple flowers. Floating lazily through the air were hundreds of fireflies, giving the clearing a mythical and fascinating appearance.

A lumbering movement in the dense brush far to her left made her startle, but Snape reassured her in low tones, “Rest assured Miss Granger, it is only a Mooncalf.”

Peering through the twilight Hermione could see that indeed he was correct, the pale gray fur with a shadow of pink gave the gentle creature away as it shone in the moonlight. The large eyes reflected the luster of the light in the clearing, and once it had noted their presence began to slowly shuffle back into the thicket.

Still retaining his low volume and hushed tone he continued, “They frequent this area for the easy grazing. I have cultivated the natural vegetation in this area in order to make the gathering of potions ingredients a bit less demanding.”

Hermione felt like it was her first time in Diagon Alley all over again; she had not known such beauty existed this deep in the forest, save for the Unicorns. Everywhere she turned she discovered something new.

The tree line was made up of a diverse mix including oak, pine, and sycamore creating a landscape that was splendid in its varied perspective of woodlands. Towards the back of the clearing was a dense population of mushrooms, appearing so naturally as they were, situated conveniently upon a fallen log.

Looking closer at the ground now she could see that mixed into the flowering grasses were plants of all kinds; flowering Aspohdel and Hemlock, Knotgrass and Mint as well as the large growth of purple flowers that rose above the undergrowth of vegetation.

Is this where he took me when I was blindfolded?

Now that the Mooncalf had indeed moved on, Snape increased his volume ever so slightly.

“I have taken the liberty of clearing out the Aconite from this collection, can you tell me why Miss Granger?”

Hermione bent over, gently running her fingers along the leaves of the plant life around her.

“The flowers and roots of Aconite are useful, but the leaves are toxic.”

Snape began strolling past her, gesturing at the nearest purple blossom. “So now we are left with what appears to be one collection of violet colored flowers…or is it?”

Hermione had knelt down at this point and was examining one of the blossoms in question when she suddenly drew her hand back sharply and met his gaze.

“Is this not all Fluxweed?”

Snape knelt down and carefully selected a few purple blossoms from the nearest plants.

Walking over to her, he held open his outstretched palm and in it lay a single blossom no larger than the size of a ladybug.

"The seeds are tucked underneath the bloom, but the entire blossom is safe to eat."

Hermione took the flower, wondering why she wasn't blindfolded.

She placed the flower delicately between her teeth and began to chew. Just as she had anticipated, the taste was sharp and tangy, almost like horseradish. She was thankful the blossom was small, as it was an aggressive flavor to be sure.

One she had finished, Snape held out his palm yet again with a single flower.

"Again Miss Granger, if you'll humor me."

She cast him a suspicious look as she slowly took the flower out of his palm. Putting it between her teeth as before, she was surprised when the flavor was again sharp but shockingly different.

"This tastes like mint."

Snape raised his eyebrows, challenging her to proceed. “You sound surprised, are you not aware of the identity of this particular plant?”

Hermione felt vulnerable in his assumption and her own confusion, not recognizing that particular flower in any of her studies concerning Potions ingredients.

"What could this be if it is not Fluxweed? Why on Earth would you leave both plants if this one is also not poisonous?" She could feel her voice rising, frustrated at purposefully being left in the dark. "The Aconite I can understand, but this pointless flower seems rather silly."

"Silly seems a rather bold term to describe any of my methods." Snape's face took on a slight sneer at the word and he suddenly appeared more so as he did back in Hermione's days as a student of Hogwarts.

"I am surprised Miss Granger," he continued, "I had thought being more familiar with the Muggle world and your previous knowledge of floral plant life the last time we ventured here would have allowed you to identify this particular blossom.”

Hermione felt the blood rush to her cheeks, "Why would I need to know every single mundane thistle and flower by sight and taste if it has no use to me?"

“Is this flower not one placed in your bouquets by desperate frivolous suitors?”

She could now hear the slight teasing in his voice, his defenses rising as he strayed into the foreign territory of emotional confrontation and Hermione could not help but flush with hot embarrassment at his words.

Seeing her so incensed, Snape couldn’t help but continue to incite her further.

“None of your previous suitors ever thought to send any? An apologetic arrangement from the boorish Viktor Krum or Valentine’s Day rubbish by Weasley perhaps?”

Hermione turned away from him, shocked that he would bring such personal matters of hers into this particular conversation.

“If you must know, I have never viewed this particular flower in an arrangement because I have never received a bouquet of flowers.”

Hermione turned back to face him, her shame giving way to anger and not caring that it was clear to see the beginnings of tears collecting at the corners of her eyes.

"What does seem silly to me sir is that you think it's worthwhile to stand in some field and argue about flowers of the Muggle variety and think it somehow pertains to my education."

Her voice continued to rise in volume as she addressed him directly, "If you want to inquire about my previous suitors, frivolous as they may be, you can find me between the weekdays of Friday and Monday. Otherwise, I believe our business here is finished for tonight."

With that, Hermione had turned on her heel and strode out of the clearing, leaving Snape alone in the midst of her unsolved floral dilemma.

~***~

Hermione arrived back to the castle faster than it had taken them to reach the clearing. Her footsteps were still fueled by the frustration and embarrassment at her lack of knowledge.

This was not how Hermione had pictured their evening going at all. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was half-past midnight; technically it was already Saturday.

Although she had thought she would be getting ready to lay in bed at this time, the one she had pictured laying upon was definitely not her own.

She also did not think getting ready would involve removing her traveling cloak and clothes only to replace them with her lavender nightgown.

Still burning with embarrassment, she crawled into bed and tried not to let Snape's scathing words play on repeat in her mind.

Was it so clear that she was so inexperienced? She had not come to Snape purely innocent, but neither was she 'experienced' by any means.

As Hermione lay in bed waiting for sleep to overtake her, she wondered if in fact Snape's harsh words were born out of his own insecurities due to his lack of experience. While her shortcomings remained in the physical aspects of their relationship, perhaps he had shortcomings that she too had not quite anticipated.

~***~

The next morning as Hermione awoke, she was surprised to see a beautiful arrangement of purple flowers sitting upon the counter in her kitchenette.

The note attached read in Snape's tight manuscript:

In my haste to collect a sufficient supply of Fluxweed, I have separated out an abundant collection of the other flower present which can be classified as Pennyroyal.

Although this may appear to be a floral arrangement, rest assured that the delivery of this bouquet is to support your academic progress. However, if its appearance kills two birds with one stone, then perhaps it may serve a dual purpose.

I will be in my quarters at 1 o'clock this afternoon if you would like to join me for a late lunch and a clarification of last night's lesson, informally of course and by all means not required seeing as today is Saturday.

Hermione gently set the card down, thoroughly perplexed.

Snape sent her flowers?

Hermione felt nearly in shock, did Snape not communicate he clearly was not the flowers and feelings sort of human?

She fingered the petals gently, their texture soft and fragile. Interspersed between the blooms of Pennyroyal were a variety of blossoms from the field, the soft white of Aspohdel and cream-colored Daisies.

The work it would've been to simply sort them upon collection would have been minimal to him, surely it would've been logical to leave the Pennyroyal and other flowers instead of carrying the entire assortment back to the castle.

Was this his way of saying sorry?

Looking back at how the previous night had gone, she knew that they had both been in the wrong. While she still harbored shame over his blow at her previous romantic life, she had known calling his methods silly would offend him just as deeply.

If insulting his intelligence was her way of covering up her embarrassment at her own shortcomings, perhaps he had simply done the same with the emotional sort.

She sighed, knowing he had done the mature thing by reaching out. Putting on the kettle, she decided that the very least she could do was meet his attempt halfway.

~***~

Opening the door to his classroom, Hermione felt rather odd coming here so late in the afternoon on a Saturday.

He was sitting, as always, at his desk writing in one of his journals.

She approached his desk hesitantly, "Good afternoon Severus."

He set the quill down and met her gaze, and she was surprised to see a slight expression of relief.

"Good afternoon Hermione. I trust if you are here, you received my note?"

"Yes, I did."

He hesitated, "As well as the... accompanying sample of Pennyroyal?"

She couldn't help her grin, "Yes Severus, I did in fact find the rather large arrangement difficult to miss."

He stood, coming around his desk to meet her, "About the previous evening and what I said in regards to your suitors, I must ask that you...pardon my inappropriate inquiry."

Hermione felt her eyebrows raise.

Was this an actual apology coming directly from Snape himself?

Hermione met his gaze and felt herself humbled, "I will find that agreeable if you find it equally so to pardon my... immature reaction to being wrong last night. I should not have responded in such a manner."

She lowered her gaze, feeling chastened in her apology.

Snape took a step forward, a single eyebrow quirked and placed a finger beneath her chin, raising her face and turning it upward towards his own. "You are anything but immature, Hermione."

She flushed at the compliment, lowering her gaze to the floor in order to reprieve herself of the intensity of his own, "Perhaps I can get another go at last night's intended lesson. What exactly is Pennyroyal?"

Snape stepped back from her in surprise, breaking their contact. He gazed at her with slight curiosity, and finally nodded his head.

“Very well,” He murmured and began moving through the classroom to gather a few supplies. "Although Pennyroyal is not recognized by many Potions Masters of the trade, I have personally found that it has measurable effects on the human body."

Returning to her with items in hand he continued, "These effects are particularly measurable with respiratory response as well as in regulating many systems of the human body including the digestive system. This leads me to believe it is open to experimentation and shows promise in the future use of potions."

Hermione was surprised to see the blindfold in his hand.

"Let us have you sample the Pennyroyal again."

He held up the blindfold, inquiring it's application.

Hermione took it from him and secured the cloth tightly behind her head, effectively blocking out her sight and enhancing her other four senses.

"Open." She parted her lips and felt the delicate blossom placed on the tip of her tongue. She maneuvered it so that it was between her teeth and began to lightly chew. This time she was expecting the mint, but she was more conscious to note the other hints of information as well.

The taste was consistent and unchanging, whereas the Fluxweed began with a sharp tang, rose in intensity, and then remained in the olfactory senses until dissapaiting.

Last time she had been so focused on the unexpected flavor that she hadn't even begun to dissect what she was experiencing.

The mint flavor did indeed show promise for the plant to work in the aid of digestion. The taste remained at the same intensity as it now filled her nose and she felt the miniscule amount of menthol oil permeate her senses.

"There is a flaw," Snape murmured quietly. "Too much of a good thing as they say, if consumed in large quantities, Pennyroyal could have a toxic effect on the liver."

Hermione chewed thoughtfully, that did make sense given the nature of the herb.

"Some have also found that, concentrated in an extract, could possibly lead to disruptions in the reproductive system."

Hermione finished the blossom and swallowed cautiously, but Snape reassured her, "However, you'd have to consume over 200 individual flowers before I believe we'd see any effect of that nature."

Hermione had never thought of exploring with common muggle ingredients, she supposed many existed out there that did have effective properties on the human body.

"I can hear the wheels turning Miss Granger." His tone was playful, but she could hear the desire in his voice to hear her thoughts.

She was cautious this time of her words, and began slowly. "If we were to explore every possible ingredient, muggle and magical, how many possibilities exist? Which potions haven't been created or even thought of yet?"

She felt his warm hand slide into hers.

"Now you are starting to think like a true Potions Master."

She tightened her grip on his hand and squeezed gently. He pulled her slightly closer, and she was reminded of the interaction at the beginning of the week.

Feeling bold, she brought his hand to her face and rested her cheek against its warmth. She felt his thumb begin to gently caress her bottom lip, and she couldn't help but chase it's path, teasing the tip of it with a flick of her tongue.

She felt his hesitation in movement, and then he returned the digit to her lips, allowing her to take his thumb into her mouth and suckle gently.

Hermione could hear the sharp intake of breath, and increased her ministrations. He leaned over, and his ragged whisper sent shivers down her body.

“I have other places I would like to place my thumb, if you are willing.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open gently in surprise, and he withdrew his thumb. She nodded, breathless now with anticipation as she reached up to remove the blindfold but felt his hands stop hers in their ascent.

“Leave the blindfold. I want your senses….heightened for this experience.”

She could feel the blood coursing through her veins, her senses on overdrive as he took her hand and murmured as he had done so many times before, “Come.”

He led her through the classroom, to the discreet door off the left that continued to his private living quarters. Continuing onward, he led her through another doorway which she assumed with her lack of sight was his bedroom. She felt a subtle movement in their connected hands, and she heard a fire light wordlessly in the grate to her right.

She noted the warmth of her robes, how heavy they now felt. She felt his hand detach from hers and she was left standing in the middle of the room, waiting for his touch or sound to guide her.

“Undress for me please.” She could hear his words from across the room, as if he were seated near the fire.

She reached up, slowly undoing the clasp of her robes and let them fall to the ground with a muffled thump. Her lack of sight emboldened her, not having to meet his gaze as she removed each item one by one. She stepped forward out of the pile of robes, wearing now an outfit of comfort not dissimilar to the one she had worn last night.

Feeling a bit more self-conscious, she grabbed the hemline of her knit sweater and pulled it up rather ungracefully over her head. She felt it catch in her hair and the blindfold, and upon removing it she felt her curls dangle in a tousled fashion over her shoulders. Wearing only her bra on top, she stopped to toe off her boots, stumbling a bit and reaching out with uncertainty to steady herself.

She felt his hands connect with hers to keep her from tumbling over and she laughed nervously. Feeling him lean in closer, she was surprised to feel him shirtless as he nuzzled her neck, breathing deep in her curls.

“You are so tempting.” He murmured, and she could feel his prominent nose sweep her curls to the side as he kissed her neck, working his way down to her collarbone. He pulled away from her and used their hands to guide her around him.

Her knees hit what she knew to be the back of his bed and she sat down gently, still wearing her jeans. His hand pressed against her shoulder, encouraging her to lay down.

Following his lead, she lay back gently upon the bed and she felt him unbutton her jeans. He peeled them down slowly, kissing the junction of her hips and down along her thighs, slipping her socks off as he reached the bottom of her legs.

“You are exquisite, Hermione.”

She felt bare and exposed, and she noted the dip in his bed as he joined her upon it. She felt him nudge her over, encouraging her to roll onto her stomach.

Feeling nervous, she breathed out with anxious laughter as she did so, this time responding to him, “What I am, Severus, is frustrated from a very long week.”

She felt his hand connectly sharply with her bottom, and she inhaled with surprise as it tingled in response.

“It seems what you are is impatient.” He grumbled, and she smiled cheekily into his quilt.

He hovered over her now and leaned over to whisper into her ear, “Tell me, did you touch yourself?”

She felt her face flush with his directness, and nearly jumped when his hand connected with her bottom again.

“Y-yes.” She couldn’t help the stammer in her voice, and noted this time that her knickers were becoming rather soaked through.

“How many times?” Now his fingers were tracing over her lazily, outlining where his hand had been just seconds ago. Subconsciously she spread her thighs, breathing a bit heavier into the bed as she flushed with embarrassment.

“I touched myself…but I couldn’t finish.”

With her sight blocked out, Hermione’s hearing was heightened as she noted the change in his breathing grow ragged. Suddenly, she felt his weight leave the bed as he stood. She heard the undoing of the buckle of his belt next and the soft rustle of his slacks as they dropped to the floor. He reached forward and peeled her panties down, and Hermione knew that she was nearly dripping with need.

He leaned over her once more and she could feel his hardness press into her bottom as he unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders and encouraging her to lean upward as he removed it completely. She heard as it too was deposited upon the floor, and she lay completely naked upon his bed.

“Do you trust me Hermione?”

“Yes.” She gasped out, feeling her body burning with heat and need, the desire for him to touch her setting her on fire.

She nearly jumped as he felt his hands caressing her thighs, working their way up between them and spreading her upon his bed.

Ghosting one finger along her slit, she could feel the moisture as she moaned gently into the quilt, nearly holding her breath with anticipation.

She was surprised as the finger continued it’s journey upward, sliding between her cheeks and teasing the puckered hole that rested between them.

Hermione breathed in sharply, having never been touched there before. “Um…Severus…I…”

He reached forward with the other hand, gently massaging the round globe that he had swatted just moments before.

“Shhhh….trust me Hermione. Have you ever had anyone touch you here?” He punctuated the point by running his finger around the puckered rim, feeling it tighten in nervous response.

She shook her head desperately into the blindfold and swallowed resolutely, her breathing growing heavy and she felt his finger begin to nudge it’s way in.

Still slick from teasing her other entrance, the tip of his finger slipped in easily and Hermione groaned. It withdrew slightly, and returned again, moving just slightly further than the last time.

His other hand moved from rubbing her bottom to dipping his thumb into her wet slit, distracting her with it’s easy entrance as he continued to finger her asshole gently.

“You’re so wet Hermione,” He growled into her ear, and his voice was all around her. “This is where I was thinking of placing my thumb earlier.”

He moved his thumb from her entrance, leaving her feeling empty before replacing his other finger with it. She could feel her lungs burning, ready to explode when she heard his voice from above her again.

“Breathe Hermione, just relax. You can tell me if it is too much.”

She could feel the difference as he gently eased his thumb in, stretching around him and feeling so unbelievably full.

“Oh fuck, Severus…”

She felt his cock nudge her leg, leaving a small trace of wetness as he panted. “Tell me if it’s too much Hermione.” He repeated.

She groaned in response as he continued slowly until the base of his thumb was flush against her.

“Do you like this, Miss Granger?” She could hear how eager he was in his voice, and knew that this must be something he thoroughly enjoyed in order to take such time introducing this to her. The thought caused a thrill to course through her and she felt herself tighten involuntarily around his thumb.

“Yes, I do.” She gasped in surprise.

Slowly, he removed his thumb and left the bed once more. Feeling a bit disoriented with her lack of sight, Hermione lay upon the bed with baited breath.

“Get up onto your knees, Hermione.” She felt his hands upon her once more, guiding her up so that she was upon all fours.

She was surprised when she felt him loosen the knot behind her head, the blindfold falling away. She blinked, making out his fuzzy features in the flickering light before her vision cleared to reveal him standing before her.

She noted his swollen cock bobbing out in front of him, the tip dripping with obvious need. She licked her lips involuntarily, but then her gaze was drawn towards the item in his hand.

It was a metallic object, about an inch and a half in diameter, shaped like a raindrop topped with a stem that connected to a round base. The circular top had a bright green jewel embedded into it, reflecting the firelight.

Hermione felt confused, “Severus, what is that?”

“This Hermione is a buttplug.” He said it so matter-of-factly that she nearly laughed.

She eyed it suspiciously, “You mean that thing is supposed to go in my…”

Severus smirked, “Yes Hermione. And after a few weekends, that’s not the only thing I hope to put in there…”

She flushed scarlet, but felt the familiar thrill course through her. His thumb had felt a bit awkward at first, but then rather enjoyable when he began to play with her elsewhere.

“Okay,” she said nervously, leaning forward so that her bottom was presented into the air. It was odd, but this had felt a bit easier with the blindfold on.

“Good girl.” He murmured, and she felt a rush of pleasure between her legs.

He moved behind her, and she felt the slick metal nestle itself between her cheeks. Slowly the tapered end began to enter her, and she shut her eyes tight, groaning with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. She noted the metal was slick, and that he must have applied a generous amount of lubrication to it at some point.

He continued, agonizingly slow but she could not imagine him going any faster.

“Breathe Hermione.” He murmured from behind and she again felt the rush of pleasure, “Nearly there.”

Just when she thought she was going to have to ask him to stop she felt the stem slide into place and groaned with relief. She felt her puckered hole twitch around the stem, and he rubbed her cheeks in reassurance.

“Now Hermione, this is where the fun begins.”

She had barely begun to catch her breath when she felt him position himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging her eagerly.

“Hermione, I can’t wait.” His voice sounded desperate, and she felt a rush of heady power that made her nearly dizzy with pleasure.

He eased the head of himself into her, and she could feel how positively wet she was around him. They groaned simultaneously, but Hermione could not anticipate how unbelievable tight she was now with the added pressure of the plug.

He continued to slide slowly into her, easing his way in with immeasurable restraint.

Finally he was flush against her, pressing up against the plug and Hermione groaned, unable to voice the fullness she now felt with him inside her, parallel with the plug.

He reached around them, and Hermione gasped as he gently stroked her clit.

It was like lighting a fire on the kindling he had built, and Hermione found herself suddenly desperate.

“Please Severus…” He increased the pressure on her clit slightly, and began to move behind her as well. His movements in and out were shallow at first, but as her whimpers turned to moans he seemed to lose all control and began thrusting desperately against her.

“Severus I’m going to….you’re going to make me…fuck…”

She could feel herself tightening around him in a way she never had before, a tsunami against mere tidal waves as the pleasure came crashing down around her and she groaned his name into the quilt, feeling him swell inside her as well.

He gripped her tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he spilled himself inside of her, her name a growl as he thrust desperately forward into her.

Hermione felt herself collapse on the bed, barely able to catch her breath. She felt Severus lay next to her and as their breathing slowed she felt her eyes droop forward, losing herself to a very much satisfied state of sleep.

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