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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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13 - Out Damed Spot
The thing about sleeping in the dungeons was you never knew the time. No bright sunlight cast upon the walls to mark the passing of the hours. His room looked the same at noon as it did at midnight. When Hermione opened her eyes, there was no telling how long she’d been dozing. The fire seemed dimmer, perhaps only a couple of hours.
She found herself on her side, head resting half on his shoulder and half on his chest, her ear pressed to his heart. The calm steady shush of his pumping blood lulled her back to the edge of sleep. Once there, she fell into a vivid dream she believed to be real.
Severus felt her hand twitch against his nipple and forced open one eyelid. Her body was curled against his, and she was making soft noises of despair into his left pectoral.
“Hermione,” he whispered low.
She remained unaware of his voice; her fingers tightened to claws around his nipple as her whimpering intensified.
“Wake up, Hermione,” he said louder.
Sitting up in a sudden state of alertness, her eyes darted around the room, searching for something that wasn’t there. Her nervous gaze settled on his face, and she ran her fingers along his cheek as if making sure he was real.
“Are you all right?” she asked, glancing around the room once more.
“Yes. What are you looking for?”
Her brow was drawn with worry. “I dreamt you were attacked. I thought it was real.” Her hands ran down his chest, searching for wounds.
“I’m fine, love. Just a dream." He covered her hand with his to still her.
“Death Eaters broke into your room. Bellatrix stood right there and cursed you,” she whispered, staring at the floor before the fire. “Blood was pouring out of your chest. I couldn't stop it.”
Pulling her down against his uninjured chest, he smiled in the darkness and stroked her back. “Bellatrix is dead. It was just a dream. No one is here but us.” Maybe she was absorbing his nightmares. He didn’t wish that on anyone.
Turning her lips to his pale chest, Hermione kissed his left nipple then drew her mouth across to the center and kissed her way up to his neck. “Tell me you’re okay again,” she whispered.
His mouth curved up, and he kissed her forehead. “I’m still here. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“Bite your tongue,” she chided, pecking his jaw.
“I’ll leave that to you,” he said with a smirk.
Grinning, she kissed his lips softly but pulled away, worried about her breath. His hand clamped behind her head and pressed her back in place, his tongue greeting her return. She sucked at his offering and nipped it once as requested. He growled, and the sound rumbled against her chest.
“Well, I’m awake now,” he said accusingly. “I hope you have something planned to entertain me at this ungodly hour.”
His put-upon act didn’t fool her. He wanted her as much she wanted him. Her hand slid down his torso, disappearing beneath the covers. Finding his cock hardening for her, she smirked. “Seems you already have something in mind, sir. Care to share?”
Grazing her breast, he raised one empirical eyebrow. “What did you think would happen kissing me like that, running your hands all over me as if you were feeling me out for a test ride?”
She laughed.
The sound still struck him as odd. He wasn’t known for making witches laugh.
“I was,” she shot back. “You’re better than Harry’s Firebolt.”
“And don’t you forget it,” he murmured as he rolled on top of her. Severus dislodged her curious hand then slid down to her breast and closed his mouth around her tightening tip.
Hermione groaned at the suction and ran her fingers through his greasy hair. She didn’t even notice it anymore. One of his hands strayed down to her pubic hair to tease her slit.
He pulled away from her breast and inspected his fingers. “You’re bleeding, love.”
Her hands immediately went to her breasts, searching for her own dream wound.
He chuckled at her perplexed expression. “No, pet, bleeding in a way nature intended." He lifted his fingers to illustrate his point.
Leaving her breasts forgotten, her hands covered her mouth in surprise. ”Oh.” Bollocks. This was embarrassing (and unexpected). “It’s a couple days early. I’m sorry.”
Snickering, Snape located his wand and cleaned his hand. He was wondering when they were going to have to deal with this particular issue. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I’ve ruined the mood. And your sheets probably look like a battle ground by now.”
“You haven’t ruined the mood. You’ve just added another ingredient to the mix. And I have had extensive experience removing blood from various materials. The sheets will be fine.”
She wondered if all Death Eaters knew how to remove stubborn stains. “You’re really not grossed out by this?”
His arched eyebrow suggested she was being ridiculous. “Not really. I’m not twelve, you know. Are you ‘grossed out’ by it?”
Thinking for a minute, Hermione finally answered, “It's not anything I look forward to, but no, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I did when I was younger . . . but not so much anymore.”
“Are you in any pain?”
“No.” How sweet. And weird. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.
“Do you want to continue?”
“Continue what?”
He looked at her as if she were dense. “Fucking,” he said slowly, sounding the word out for her.
“My pussy?”
Snickering softly, Severus pinched his temples. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“That’d be really messy.”
“Cleaning a little blood from the sheets is the same as cleaning a lot of blood from the sheets,” he reasoned.
Hermione grimaced. “It’ll be all over you, Severus.”
“I’m washable.”
“I’d rather you fuck my arse.”
He grinned. “Very well. How long am I barred from your pussy?
She bit her lip. “It lasts five days but the last three are pretty light—mostly just spotting. So I guess two days if that doesn’t bother you.”
He pulled back the covers. “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up. Go ahead to the bathroom. I’ll get the bed.”
Hermione rolled out and made her way to the loo. Looking back, she saw only a small dark spot. He was running his wand over the blood, murmuring something, and she watched it disappear.
He climbed out his side of the bed and guided her into the bathroom. “That was nothing, pet. Are you sure you don’t want me in your strawberry snatch? There’s really not much difference between this and the first time you bled with me.”
Her hands covered her face as she groaned. “There is a difference. Do you seriously want my pussy like this?”
Pushing her toward the sink, he smirked at her in the mirror. “Which would you prefer?”
Hermione sighed. “I want you to bugger me, Severus. All the time,” she added with a smile.
His lips twitched. “I’ll see what I can do. Bend over.”
Leaning against the cold counter, Hermione felt him use his wand to clean the blood from her muff and thighs.
“Go bend over the edge of the tub,” he ordered.
The icy floor bit her bare feet, but the bathmat was an island of fluffy warmth when she got to the tub.
“Legs apart. Stick out your bum for me.”
Staring into the milky emptiness of the tub, she obeyed and heard him at the sink behind her. He came up behind her, and the cold touch of lube chilled her rear entrance. She arched her back to give him better access.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Stay still.”
Something hard entered her bum, and it wasn’t his finger or his dick. Or her plug. What the— Water squirted inside her, and she jumped in surprise.
“I said keep still,” he growled.
“You could have warned me,” she squeaked.
“I said we were coming in here to clean you up, did I not?”
“Are you going to do this every time you bugger me?”
He smirked at her back. “Maybe. I have my reasons this time though.”
The enema’s stem was removed from her backside, and she relaxed. Hermione heard him walk back to the sink to fill it up again. His shadow returned in time with his footsteps. “What reasons?” she asked when he inserted the tip again.
“I want you clean enough to eat off of . . . or out of.”
Hermione shivered at the insinuation. “Couldn’t you just do this with magic?” The water trickled inside her, and she squirmed with excitment.
“Yes, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Nor would it leave you quite so wet.” Snape pulled the tip from her gleaming rosebud and filled the bulb at the sink again. When he placed it at her puckered hole, she made a small excited noise in the back of her throat. He rewarded her wanton display by gently fucking her with the nozzle for a minute before squeezing the bulb. She made the same noise again as the water ran up her rectum.
“I have to go, sir,” she whispered.
“Just a bit more,” he replied, returning to the sink. The bulb sucked in more water, and he took the dripping syringe back to the tub.
When he pushed inside her, Hermione worried she was going to lose what she was holding. Luckily, he didn’t tease her that time. The deludge was immediate.
“There,” he said, removing the tip. “Hold that for me. I’ll be right back.”
Dammit. Where is he going? Her ability to hold the water for much longer was tenuous at best. She heard his quick return and sighed in relief. That relief lasted about a second—just long enough to feel the tap of the cane across her backside. “Please, sir, I really have to go.”
“Hold it,” he repeated. “Get though six with the cane. I’ll keep them light.”
The thin rod struck her cheeks, an she yelped at the sting. “I thought you said light!”
Snape grinned. “What do you expect from a Slytherin? Count.”
He struck her again.
“Two.”
“Where was one?”
“Fuck! One!”
He tapped as she wiggled.
Whoosh-crack.
“Oh God. Two. Please, I have to go, sir.”
“We’ll get through these faster if you don’t beg after each stroke.”
She growled in response. He tapped again.
Whoosh-crack.
“Three!” Tears of effort leaked from her eyes.
Whoosh-crack.
Hermione never thought she’d be so glad that he was caning her faster. “Four!”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Fuuuuuck! Hurry!
Whoosh-crack.
It was so loud in the tiled bathroom, she’d jump from the sound alone even if there was no resulting sting. “Five.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A strained whine crackled from her chest.
Whap.
The last hit was light; she scarcely felt it. “Six. May I go now, sir?”
“Go ahead.”
She paused for a only a second when she reached the toilet. “I can’t go with you watching me.”
Standing at the sink, Severus glanced at her in the mirror. “I’m not watching you.”
“I can’t go with you listening." She held her belly in both hands.
“You’ll survive,” he said simply and went on cleaning up the bathroom.
Hermione didn’t have the luxury of time; waiting him out was not an option. Covering her face, she hid her burning cheeks with her hands and huddled over her lap. She let out the water with a deep breath. It sounded as though she was weeing. A lot.
Snape kept his smirk hidden. He didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her. He just found it amusing that she still got so embarrassed or thought she could hide from him. Once she’d accepted his presence, he didn’t need to stick around. He took the cane back to the bedroom as she finished up. The door stayed open.
After a while he came back and found her washing her hands. Standing behind her as she blotted her fingers on the towel, he slid his hands around her waist then up under her breasts. He rubbed his soft prick against her lower back as he kissed her poofy head. “Are you ready for me, pet?”
She stroked the hand cupping her left breast. “Yes, sir.”
“Did you enjoy your enema?” He watched her reflection turn bright red. She stared at the sink.
Her lips wouldn’t say yes, but she didn’t want to lie to him either. “It was . . . interesting.”
One corner of his mouth curled higher. “Interesting?”
“Exciting,” she clarified.
Running a finger down her spine, he watched her in the mirror. “You preferred being over my knee, didn't you?”
Her reflection glanced at him, and she blushed deeper. “Yes, sir.”
“I could smell your pussy the whole time. What did you like best?”
Hermione knew he was goading her, drawing out her discomfort; but her heart beat faster the more he talked. “I’m not sure. I guess I just like you being in control.”
“I can be in control without humiliating you. It is not just the control. Is it?”
Tears stung the backs of her eyes, “No, sir.”
Damn. Tears were not his objective. Severus turned her around to face him. “Don’t cry, pet. I just wanted you to admit you like the humiliation.”
The tears spilled out, and she angrily wiped at her face. “I’m so screwed up. I don’t want to like it so much.”
Tilting back her head, he smeared away the tracks wetting her cheeks. “Look at me, love.”
She sniffled and met his eyes.
“We can’t control what turns us on. And everyone is screwed up in their own way.” That didn’t seem to cheer her. He‘d have to try a different route. “It turns me on that you like it. I love watching your sweet little pussy cream for me.”
She looked a little less sad but didn’t say anything.
He kissed her forehead. “Don't you enjoy turning me on, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re my favorite part of the day,” he whispered to the top of her head.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at his chest. She couldn’t believe he’d said something so personal. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“I feel like a freak sometimes,” she whispered.
His hand slid under her hair to the base of her neck and pressed her against his chest. “You’re not a freak, Hermione. You just haven’t been exposed to people like yourself. You’ll see, there’re plenty of other people just like you. And they all felt the same way when they were younger.”
“Really?”
She sounded interested. Snape made her look at him again. “I’ll take you someplace this summer and introduce you to some other witches who like the same things you do.”
“Where?”
“A place I know. We’ll discuss it later.”
“I don't want to be recognized. The press would go crazy if they found out. I can already hear that vile Skeeter woman salivating.”
Snape smiled. “I’ll keep your identity hidden. Half the people will be in mask; you’ll blend in.” Bending to her lips, he kissed her. It started out innocent, just a bit of reassurance, but it quickly turned heated.
“Are you feeling better now, love?” he murmured into her mouth.
“Yes.”
Severus pulled away. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just you."
“Me or my cock.” he asked with a perverse leer.
“Both. I don’t want your cock without you. Please take me back to bed.”
His heart skipped a beat at her words. Crouching down, he picked her up and carried her back to his room. He had put a towel on the bed so she wouldn’t worry about the blood.
“Roll on your side,” he rumbled and lay down behind her.
Hermione let him roll her partially onto her stomach. His lips kissed a path down her spine. Warm breath ghosted over her lower back as his mouth slipped toward her tailbone. Shivering, she let out a tiny gasp.
Snape smirked into the small of her back, nipping her sensitive flesh. Her hips rolled in response, and she made another strangled noise in her throat. Using his hands to part her, he licked and mouthed the deep crevice of her bum. The resulting moan was even louder. His tongue found the tiny puckered opening in the center of her valley. A hint of salt seasoned her clean skin. He delved deeper.
Closing her eyes, Hermione panted into her bent arm. He is way too good at this. His hands and tongue played her like an instrument, her arousal the only music to be heard. He deserved some applause, a standing ovation perhaps. “Please, Professor, put your fingers inside me.”
He growled into the hill of her backside. “Say my name.”
She smiled into her arm. “Severus. Please, get me ready for your cock.”
Leaving her for a moment, Snape got the lube off the bedside table then returned to her bum. He pushed her top leg higher, giving himself a clearer view.
“Reach back,” he murmured. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Her fingers sank into her soft skin, spreading herself wider. She heard him groan softly, and then his tongue was back inside her. The moist heat of his mouth steamed her skin. Fuck! Dextrous fingers slid along her crack, teasing her perineum and pussy before returning and replacing his tongue. When he smeared the cool gel over her tight opening, her nails dug into her skin. She was starting have a Pavlovian response to that sensation. Her skin prickled in anticipation.
Snape circled her rosebud a few times with the tip of his index finger. She was going to have permanent crescents imbedded in her buttocks if she kept squeezing her cheek like that. “Take it down a notch, love,” he whispered, petting her fingers. “You’re going to tear your skin.”
She unclenched, declawing herself.
“That’s better. How’s this?” he asked, sliding one long finger inside her.
Moaning, Hermione arched her back and felt her pussy throb. “Gods, sir, so good.”
His lips twitched back into a half-smile. He added another finger. “And this?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Please more!”
His three middle fingers bundled together, and Snape carefully worked them into her soft heat. A pinched sound of pleasure echoed behind her teeth as he twisted them around.
“Are you ready for my cock, love?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please. I need you, Severus.”
“I’m right here.”
Smiling, Hermione let go of her bruised cheek and touched his hand as it pumped inside her. “You know what I mean.”
“No clue,” he muttered, kissing her fingers. “Explain.”
Silent laughter shook her prone body. Fine I’ll explain. “I want your hard cock buried inside me, Severus. Put your hands all over me. Talk to me. Tell me how much you like being in my arse.”
“Bloody hell, love,” he groaned as he shifted higher, aligning his dick with her back entrance. “Reach back here. Put me where you want me." He quickly greased his erection with more lube.
When her hand circled his slick length, Hermione let out an excited breath. She couldn't help panting as his swollen head found her puckered hole.
“Push back onto me,” he whispered, stroking her hip. Her back arched, and his head slipped inside. Snape’s eyes closed for a second as her body swallowed him.
She heard his whispered “fuck” as she took him in. Her brain turned to mush as he filled her. The deeper he went, the less she could think. “Severus,” she moaned and felt along the expanse of cock still waiting to enter her. “Deeper.” One word sentences were all she could manage.
“You’re doing fine, pet. Just a bit more.”
Keeping his hips flexed and still, Snape watched as she slowly brought her bum closer to his pelvis, his aching rod disappearing into her dark cleft. He’d lied about the “just a bit” part. It was more like half, but he didn’t want her to give up. She seemed to be working awfully hard, her entire body rigid with effort. He rubbed some of the stiffness from her back muscles with one hand. “Take a deep breath.”
She did, pausing to rest and calm herself. It didn’t really hurt, but self-impalement took a lot out of her. His fingers wandered down to the curve of her bum then lower to her sweet spot, tickling over the lines he’d left. Goosebumps rippled her skin.
“Stop tensing, pet. Relax.”
Consciously forcing her muscles to let go, Hermione pushed back and felt the wiry thicket of his pubic hair graze her bum. Almost there. Taking another deep breath, her hips pressed back for that final inch. The heat of his body touched her, and with a deep sigh, she went limp.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Wasn’t that easier than last time?”
“Yes.” Well, faster at least.
“Do you want it slow or fast?” His lips touched her neck.
“Slow . . . for now.”
His arse clenched, driving his length deeper into her heat; relaxing, he slid out a little. She was so tight and soft. He wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. Her heart hammered through her back and beat against his chest. Nipping her ear, he kept up a mindless litany of praise as he moved inside her.
His voice melted her pussy. Hermione didn’t know if it was cream or blood slipping past her lips, and she no longer cared. Being filled was all she could think about. His throbbing shaft singed her stretched hole, probing her depths. “Severus,” she muttered as he pulled out further. The plunge back in made her stomach flip.
“Yes, love?”
“I’m going to come.”
His hand slid from her waist down to the front of her sex. Pressing his fingers against her stiff clit, he whispered back, “Yesss. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir."
Hermione couldn’t think any more at all. The pressure inside her built to the point of pain; she shouted his name and dug her fingers into his forearm. Her climax broke through, and she rode his hand and cock as the tremors ripped out of her core.
Severus watched her back spasm and bow as her muscles clamped around his dick. He’d forgotten the damn mirror again but settled on listening to her pant his name between breathy noises of pleasure. The convulsions died down until she was a sated puddle. He kissed the side of her neck, licking away the salty sweat misting her skin. “Roll forward, love.”
Staying inside her as she tipped over onto her belly, he lay against her, his legs spreading hers wider. She arched her back more, and Hermione felt him sink even deeper. Her eyes rolled back as he started thrusting. Slow and deep. Braced on his forearms, he pumped his hips into her bum, panting in her ear.
“I could do this forever, love,” he whispered. “Your arse was made for me.” Her head turned, and Severus saw her smile. He kissed her shoulder, licking his way to her neck. “Is this what you dream about? Is this what makes you come in your sleep?”
Her head was spinning. The weight of his body against her was crushing, but she’d gladly give up breathing to stay under him. She felt safe there. “No, sir.”
“No?”
“This is better,” she explained.
Snape smiled into her hair. “Better than your dreams?”
“You’re always better than my dreams, Severus.”
He almost laughed. She was incredibly flattering, but he couldn’t tell if she was just feeding him a line or not. Usually she only lied to keep from embarrassing herself.
Hermione knew he didn’t want to believe her. “You’re far more intense here on top of me than in my dreams.” She was getting winded. His hips were going faster, and his torso was weighing her down. “Your skin against me. The weight of you. The heat. It’s all better here in your bed.”
The side of her face showed no deception. She wasn’t just spewing empty praise at him. Severus forced her legs wider and sped up. The tip of his cock bumped around her insides, and he felt his balls start to tighten.
“Tell me what you like best, pet,” he panted in her ear.
“I can’t pick one thing." The heat in her bum was driving her to distraction. He filled her entire consciousness the same way he filled her backside.
“Then tell me all of them.”
“I don’t know if I can talk,” she moaned. The pressure was building again.
“Do your best."
“Fuck!” The rumble of his words found her clit, and her body begged for another tickle. “The sounds you make. The . . . way you pin me down.” She had to stop talking to breathe. Sweat slicked her back, his body trapping the heat between them. “The things you say.”
“What else.”
“Oh God,” she groaned. “How much you fill me. It makes me ache.”
“You’re shaking, pet. Should we stop?”
“NO!”
Grinning into her back, he went faster. He was getting close but suspected she was too. “Are you going to come again?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpered.
“I do. I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name again.”
“Tell me what you like best,” she begged.
Kissing you. The way you smile after you come. Waking up with you. “I like watching you climax, pet. You’re so fucking sexy. Do it now. Let me hear it. I want to come all over your arse again.”
“Please tell me you want me,” she whispered
“Oh, pet,” he breathed. How could she question his desire for her? “Of course I want you.”
“Nobody else?”
“Nobody else. You’re the only witch I’ve dreamed about since the first night I spanked you.” In profile, he saw her eyes roll back before they closed.
“Severus,” she panted. She wanted to tell him she cared about him again but didn’t know if that would ruin things or not. “I want to be yours,” she whispered.
His cock twitched dangerously. “You are, Hermione.”
“Say it again. Make me come.”
One hand slipped beneath her body, pressing to her slick lips. “You’re mine,” he growled.
His hand pushed her over; she fell into the sweetness of release again. “Severus!”
As she came, Snape’s jaw locked, fighting the pressure in his balls. He really did want to come on her bum again, but her body milked him mercilessly. Letting out an angry growl, he started to climax, shooting his seed into her depths. His head reeled as her body squeezed him. He said her name as the pleasure crested, grunting out the remains of his orgasm.
His vision came back into focus as he slumped against her. “Fuck, love. That was perfect.”
Smiling, Hermione came down from her own high. “Thought you were going to come on my arse,” she teased.
“I didn’t want to pull out,” he panted back. “I know you don’t like it.”
“Thank you,” she whispered with a soft smile.
“Think nothing of it,” he answered cordially.
Laughing into the bed, she flexed her body beneath him. “Such a gentleman.”
“Would it be rude to request you lick me clean now?”
Her eyebrows perked up. “Do you really want me to?”
“Hell yes.”
Laughing, she wiggled so he’d climb off of her. “Okay.”
Rolling off her back, he carefully extracted himself and lay beside her, stretching out. Hermione slid lower and rested her face against his thigh. There was a bloody smear on his balls; she looked back at the towel and made a face. “Eww.”
He rolled his eyes and found his wand to clean everything. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you,” she said primly then leaned back over his dwindling prick. She’d never licked him after he’d been in her bum before. It wasn’t as weird as she thought. It just tasted like it usually did except the lube had a slightly sweet taste. Maybe if he didn’t clean her out beforehand it would be different.
Her tongue gently lapped at him, and he sighed, closing his eyes. His fingers combed through her hair with a distracted curl of his hand. Her mouth was a soft beacon of peace in his hectic life. He had really meant it when he’d told her she was his favorite part of the day. Revealing such a sentiment hadn’t been in his plans, but it had seemed like the right thing to say at the time. She’d taken his admission well, and although it left him feeling strangely exposed, he wasn’t sorry that he’d told her.
Hermione licked his balls, sucking one into her mouth as she pondered their time together. Despite the early arrival of her period, the night had been quite nice. He seemed much more laid back the longer they were together. Maybe if she saw him every day, he’d be calm all the time. Naaaaah.
“All right, pet. I’m clean. Come up here,” he said, gently pulling her hair toward him. She climbed up and lay on her side, flush with his pale body. Snape stroked her cheek for a moment then kissed her lips; his tongue was slow and teasing as he entered her mouth.
“Did you enjoy it as much as last time,” he muttered, his eyes growing heavy.
“Yes,” Hermione whispered and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him against her.
“Do you want to go back to your room now or sleep here?”
She wanted to go take a bath and soak away the dull crampy ache in her back. “You know I want to sleep here with you, Severus . . .”
“But?”
“I feel like I’m leaking all over the place.”
That got a smirk out of him. “I’m sure we could work out something.”
“My back aches. I’d like to take a bath. But I can go back to my room; I don’t want to be a bother.”
His smile was hidden by the shadows. “We’ll rest in the tub. You’ll be pruney but relaxed.”
“You don’t have to.”
He pulled her toward the edge of the bed. “I know I don’t. I want to.”
Ducking her head to hide her smile, Hermione followed him back to the bathroom. He ran the water and added some blue-green powder to the swirling eddies. Taking her by the hand, he led her in after him and arranged her so they were chest to chest. A flick of his wand dimmed the lights, and he turned the hot water to a trickle to keep them warm.
Hermione nuzzled into him. He was much warmer than he appeared. His hands drew lazy patterns across her skin, dipping down to tease her lower back.
“Are you warm enough, pet?”
“MmHm.”
“Are you falling asleep?”
“Almost,” she answered groggily. “Tell me about where you’re going to take me this summer.”
A small smirk tilted his mouth. “It’s called Eros. It’s a private club that caters to the wizarding fetish crowd.”
“So you’ve been before?”
“Yes.”
“Is it scary?”
“No.”
“What will happen?”
He smiled into her frizzy hair. “I’ll show you off and let you watch some demonstrations.”
“Show me off how?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“I won’t be naked, right?”
“Not totally.”
“Not totally? Severus, I can’t meet strangers partially naked.”
“You’ll be more conspicuous if you’re wearing too much.”
“Oh.” She had to think about that. “How naked will I be?”
Smirking, he pulled back her hair to keep it out of the water. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find you something appropriate (and sexy) to wear.”
“What did you mean by demonstrations?”
His breathy chuckle stuttered across her cheek. “You’ll just have to wait and see. You’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Are you going to make me do something there?”
“Nothing you can’t handle. We’ll keep it easy the first time. I just want you to meet some other submissives and watch the interaction between the doms and subs.”
Her face buried deeper into his chest. “Okay.” She didn’t want to admit how aroused the idea was making her.
“I’ll have to prepare you before we go,” he muttered, sounding half-asleep.
“In what way?” Hermione licked his nipple just to see him jump a little.
“Stop that,” he rumbled. “You’ll have to call me sir all the time and do as I say. No talking back at all. I won’t let anything happen to you, but you have to play your part.”
“I can do that,” Hermione assured him as she pressed her forehead into his neck.
“I know you can, pet. I also know you have an argumentative temper . . . and a mouth to match.”
Hermione sighed. She knew it too, but sometimes stupidity had to be called out. “I’ll be good for you, Severus.”
Grinning, he tickled her back. “You won’t be able to call me Severus unless I tell you to. Not even when you come.”
“Should I stop now?”
He didn’t want her to stop. “No. As long as we’re alone and you remain respectful, I want you to keep using my name.”
“Good,” she whispered.
“Good?”
“I like saying your name,” she explained.
And I like hearing it, pet. “Try to go to sleep now. You’ll be exhausted tomorrow otherwise. How does your back feel?”
“I don’t know. You should kiss it and make sure it’s better.”
Letting out a soft chuckle, Snape rubbed the small of her back. “Pseudo-magic has no place in a Potions master’s quarters.”
“You liked my kissing your quarters last night,” she murmured into his warm skin.
“Cheeky witch. I’ll deal with you later. Go to sleep. There’s only a couple of hours till we have to get up.”
“Yes, sir. Teach me something else when we get up. You give the best lessons.”
“Good night, Miss Granger,” he whispered into her curly head.
“G’night, Severus,” she mumbled and kissed his collarbone.
Her lips made his stomach clench. In a rush of need, he pushed her hair to the side and touched his lips to her temple and then once more, lower, to her cheek.
Smiling, she tilted up her head and kissed his chin and then higher, to his lips. “Sweet dreams, Severus,” she muttered against his mouth, licking his lower lip for good measure. Her hand slid down and cupped his soft sex. She stayed that way until they were both asleep.
An hour later he woke and carried her back to his bed, tucking her in snugly beside him.
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Severus opened his eyes to the dying light of the fire and groped about her side of the bed for the warmth of her body. Good God, when did I start thinking of it as her half of the bed? His hand rasped over a piece of parchment. Rubbing his eyes, he fumbled around for his wand so he would have some decent light to see.
Once lit, his wand revealed Hermione’s tight quill strokes.
Severus,
Woke up and thought I should get back to my room. Didn’t want to wake you. I know you need your sleep, old man. Left you a token to keep you company. Thought leaving my knickers seemed a bit macabre (also you’ve got enough of my knickers). If you meant it about spanking me every night, send me an owl and tell me when.
Yours, Hermione
Snape glanced over and found her bra draped across the pillow next to his face. He stroked the lacy material. Old man? Bloody cheek. You’ll pay for that later.
Closing his eyes, Snape fell back to sleep with her silky bra pressed to his nose, her scent invading his dreams.
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Leaning against one of the large boulders near the lake, Hermione read while the boys fooled around on their brooms. The weather was actually nice (for once) and although they wore cloaks, the sun was out and the wind was warm. A large, brown school owl swooped down and landed next to her, holding out its leg for her to take the attached note. Digging in her pockets for an owl treat, she let the bird eat while she read Snape’s letter. (Can a letter be only two words long?)
After dinner.
She rolled her eyes. Chatty today, eh? Tucking the parchment into her jeans, she went back to her book. Her bum was already tingling in anticipation.
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Hermione took her time eating. Snape appeared to be suffering through some long-winded discussion with Professor Vector. It looked as though his eyes were going to roll out of his head if it went on much longer. She couldn’t eat; her stomach was full of butterflies.
Ginny poked her arm. “You all right?”
Hermione smiled. “Yes. Why?”
Ginny gave her a reproachful look. “Who is he?”
Hermione’s eyes got wider for a second before she got herself in check. “What?” she whispered so the boys wouldn’t be distracted from their argument about Ireland’s chances in the World Cup.
Ginny smirked. “It’s pretty obvious, Hermione. Well, not to them,” she said, indicating the animated conversation to her left. “But you’ve been up to something for a while now. Go on, tell me. You know I can keep a secret.”
Hermione bit her lip. She was planning on telling Ginny everything . . . just not so soon. But maybe she should. Ginny would be a valuable confidante. The look on her face must have been too amusing, because the redhead broke into a conspiratorial grin and leaned in closer.
“Oh, this must be good. Who is it? Draco?”
Ginny’s guess was a little too close. “No,” she whispered back. “It’s a long story, and I promise I’ll tell you, but . . . I think I should warn you . . .”
“What? Warn me about what? Stop being so mysterious.”
“Come to my room tonight,” Hermione whispered. “Alone. And, Ginny?”
“What?”
“Please don’t be upset with me when I tell you.”
The look on Ginny’s face was an odd mixture of confusion and concern. “Well now I’m more curious than ever.”
Hermione looked around; she felt as if she were starring in a bad spy movie. “Eight-thirty, okay? Draco will let you in if I’m not back yet.”
“Back from where?”
“Just wait for me, all right?”
Ginny nodded. “I’ll be there.”
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Hermione knocked on his office door at seven. She’d waited fifteen minutes after he’d left the Great Hall before making her getaway. The door swung open, and Snape stared down at her.
“Thank, Merlin. I thought I was going to have to hex Vector just to get back here.”
He yanked her into his office and warded the door. His hands snaked around her waist as he leaned over her. Hermione forgot how to breathe for a second.
“No more sneaking out without telling me,” he murmured, putting his lips to her ear.
Shivering violently, Hermione wrapped her arms around him. “I kissed you goodbye.”
Her hair hid his smile. “Did you? Where?”
Laughing, Hermione recalled putting her lips to his forehead, but he didn’t need to know that. “Guess you’ll never know."
He pressed her harder to the door. “By the way, ‘old man’ is not an appropriate way to address me.”
Her lips turned to meet his, sucking on his lower lip before answering. “That’s why I’m here. I need lots of correction.”
Groaning low, Snape cajoled her mouth open, his tongue seeking out her submission and desire. He went slowly, making sure she was breathless when he was done. “What would you like tonight, pet? I want to make sure you’re thinking of me when you go to sleep.”
“I always think of you before I go to sleep,” she panted.
Snape grabbed her bum through her jeans. “Yes, but I want you wet.”
“I’m already wet."
He smirked back. “Go bend over the desk.”
Her steps started out shaky, but she made her way over to his desk and lay across it, turning her head to watch him. He pushed his coat out of the way and unbuckled his belt. Her pussy twitched at the metallic clink.
Sliding it through the loops of his trousers, he fought his smile. “Trousers down.”
Unfastening the button and zip, Hermione made quick work of her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Her hands were shaking. Putting her sweaty palms flat on the desk to keep them still, she felt him behind her, running his fingertips over her bum.
“Beg me for it, pet.”
His voice sounded rough. Strained. Hermione spread her legs as far as she could and looked over her shoulder at him. “Please use your belt on me, sir. Mark me.”
Snape’s cock was uncomfortably hard behind his zip. He’d just meant to get her excited, not get himself worked up too. He snapped the belt over her round buttocks. She flinched and moaned. It didn’t sound like a moan of pain.
“Dammit, girl,” he muttered to himself before reining in his libido. “How many do you want?”
Hermione wanted to stay there forever. “Whatever you think I deserve, sir.”
“You’re not being punished.”
“I don’t know. Please keep going.”
He hit her again. The loud crack of the leather made his cock jump. Three more smacks came quickly.
“More?”
“Yes, sir.”
Her voice trembled. He didn’t want her to cry. He wanted her as needy as she made him. His hand rubbed over her striped bum, easing the sting. “Tell me how you like it, pet. I’ll give you what you want.”
Her brain was brilliantly clear after those last three hits. “Slower, sir.”
The belt snapped over the curve of her bum. He waited six seconds then did it again.
“Yes, sir.” Hermione relaxed against the desktop. “A little harder please."
Matching her request, he whipped the leather harder. “Tell me when it’s enough.”
The belt lashed over her twice more, the impact increasing with each swing. He kept the pace slow and steady, and she moaned with each hit. “Yes. That’s it, sir.” Her head was full of cotton; her forehead rolled against the hard desk trying to keep her brain from disappearing. “A little faster.”
He let her set the pace. The sound of leather slapping flesh filled the room for the next few minutes. Her soft, sexy moans and whimpers tore at his composure.
“May I come, sir?”
He hadn’t expected that. “How would you like to come, pet?”
“Oh gods.” Hermione could barely breathe. “Rub yourself against me,” she begged.
His hands dug into her hips, and he ground his erection into her warm cotton-covered core. She made a strangled sound as his bulge rubbed her opening.
His movements pulled her knickers up between her folds, stretching them tight over her swollen clit. Hermione bucked, not waiting for him to catch up. “Severus!”
Her body jerked against the desk. She moaned as the orgasm took hold. When she was a slack sack of jelly, she whispered, “Thank you, sir.”
Snape leaned back a little and looked at her red rump. “That was fast, love. Would you like more?”
Hermione smiled behind her hair. “I’d like to make you come, Severus. Please let me suck your cock.”
How could he deny such a request? He was already on the brink. This shouldn’t take long. “Yes, pet. Turn around.”
Bonelessly, she slid off his desk and turned around on her knees to face him. He had already freed himself by the time she got there, and his swollen flesh stood at attention millimeters from her lips. “Yes,” she hissed and closed her lips around his shiny knob.
Severus let out a shocked noise of lust, almost losing himself right then. Her tongue teased the slit, licking away the drop of his desire before swirling around and engulfing him. One soft hand stroked him while the other pulled at his balls. His face pinched with restraint. She made a humming noise of delight low in her throat, and his scrotum contracted in warning. “Fuck, love. Swallow it all for me.”
She did, sucking and licking him through every jolt of pleasure. Snape forced his eyes open so he could watch her. Her soft, wet lips pulled every last drop from his body. She swallowed his seed with the air of a connoisseur tasting a fine wine. When he was sated, she licked and kissed away all the moisture from his dick then looked up at him as if she wanted more.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned. He pulled her to stand and kissed her hard, tasting himself mixed with the velvet sweetness of the pudding she’d had for dinner. “You’re bloody amazing,” he murmured.
You’re not too shabby yourself, old man. When he let her breathe, she asked, “When can we do it again?” His quiet chuckle made her smile.
“You can come back tomorrow night if you want.” Severus brushed back her hair and kissed her forehead.
“I want,” she assured him and started to pull up her jeans
Smiling a real smile, he stopped her. “Let me.” Pulling her trousers back into place, he zipped the fly, tickling her abdomen as he buttoned them. “I’m counting the days until I can fuck you again.”
Me too. “Monday,” she said, as if they both weren’t thinking the same thing. Standing on tiptoe, Hermione kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ll miss you tonight." She tucked his dick back in and zipped his trousers, unable to resist smoothing her hand over his concealed cock one last time. Snape grabbed her by the upper arms, and she was shocked into looking up at him.
“I . . .” he cut himself off and kissed her again.
It was deep and slow. Hermione felt her head getting all cottony again. What was he going to say? Who cares. More kissing is an excellent idea.
He finally pulled away. “I’ll miss you too, Miss Granger.”
Stepping away, he made sure she was steady before turning and un-warding the door for her. His hand stayed on her lower back until she got to the hall.
“Sweet dreams, Miss Granger."
The lecherous smile she gave him as she left suggested that was just what she hoped as well.
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Ginny knocked on the Head’s door, and Hermione opened it, practically dragging her inside. “Come on. My room.”
Once they were situated on Hermione’s bed, Ginny looked at her expectantly. “Well, who is it? Tell me!”
Now that she was about to say it out loud, her stomach was in knots. What if Ginny hated her or told someone?
“Hermione,” Ginny said softly. “I’m not going to be upset. Whatever’s going on, I’m here for you.”
“I feel like I have to warn you,” Hermione said with a wince, "you might not hate me, but you might think I’m mental or sick or something.”
“You’re making yourself mental. Just tell me. I can handle it.”
Hermione took a deep breath, but when she spoke, she could barely hear her own words. “It’s Snape.”
Ginny’s face was totally blank as if she hadn’t heard.
“Do you hate me?”
After a few seconds, Ginny’s brow knitted in confusion. “What did you say?”
Hermione sighed. It wasn’t any easier saying it a second time. “Snape. Severus Snape. Our Potions master. Hates Harry. Is intent on taking all of Gryffindor’s House points. Professor Snape.”
Ginny eyes got a little wider, but then the redhead started quietly and uncontrollably giggling. “That’s what I thought you said.”
“So do you hate me? Are you disgusted? What?”
Ginny couldn’t stop giggling. The thought of Hermione and Snape was just so bizarre. It was amusing, but at the same time, perfect. Reaching out to keep Hermione from exploding off the bed, Ginny smiled. “I’m just a little shocked. You’ve got to give me minute to get used to this.”
Letting out a breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding, Hermione felt her shoulders let go of some of their stored tension. Ginny wasn’t disgusted with her. That was good.
Flopping onto her side, Ginny propped her head up on her hand. “So how did this happen? Are you serious, or is it just shagging? Who else knows? How long has this been going on? Do Harry and Ron know? They must not—Snape’s still alive. What if someone finds out? I can’t believe you’re sleeping with a professor, Hermione. And Snape of all people.”
Hermione smiled. Ginny wasn’t horrified by her confession. The next hour was spent recounting what the Head Girl had been up to for the past few months. Ginny’s eyes got progressively wider as the story unfolded then Hermione would say something that made her crack up in spastic laughter. Besides Draco, it was the first time Hermione had said any of it out loud, and she felt as if a lead weight were being lifted from her back.
“So Draco’s been keeping your secret all this time?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. And he’s, like, your friend now?”
“I guess so. I don’t know what else you would call him.”
“And you’re going to keep seeing Snape after school’s out?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Are you in love?”
It was Hermione’s turn to look shocked. “No.”
“Really? You sure look like it to me.”
“I don’t think Snape’s the ‘in love’ type. I just want to be with him . . . whatever that means for now.”
“Okay. When are you going to tell Ron and Harry?”
“Not till after school’s out."
“They’re probably not going to take it as well as I have,” Ginny said, looking doubtful.
“I was hoping you’d help me when the time comes.”
“Of course I will, Hermione, but that’s some jarring news to break to your best friends.”
Holding her head in her hands, Hermione groaned. “I know. It’ll be awful. Ron’ll never speak to me again.”
“Don’t be silly,” Ginny said, touching her shoulder. “He’ll let it go. Eventually.” Petting her hair, Ginny added, “You aren’t planning on telling them everything you’ve told me, are you?”
“Merlin, no!” Hermione went pale. “Just that we’re seeing each other. Definitely nothing about Draco. They’d cack themselves.”
Ginny burst out laughing. “Our sweet little Hermione turned Snape’s sex slave. Yeah, we’ll have to finesse that one a little. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. They might be upset that you’ve kept it a secret for so long though. You guys are so close. They’re going to be hurt.”
Hermione flopped on her back and covered her face. “I know, I know. This is terrible.”
“It’ll work out,” Ginny reassured her. “Just give them time. They’re protective of you. They’ll probably feel like they’ve failed you in some way.”
“I just hope they forgive me. This is one hell of secret.”
Ginny smiled. “I’ll hex them if they get too critical. You don’t need their approval, Hermione.”
“I know. But I love them. I don’t want to keep part of my life hidden from them.”
“Then we’ll make them see the light.”
Glad that Ginny seemed so sure of the outcome, Hermione tried to put Harry and Ron’s possible rage in the back of her mind. She’d cross that bridge when she came to it.
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Sunday night, Hermione crept down to the Dungeons at ten to see Snape. She’d gotten another note, naming the time. Maybe this “meeting every day” thing would keep up, and she wouldn’t have to wait so long between visits. Scanning the hallway outside his office, she made sure there were no witnesses before knocking on his door.
“Enter.”

Hermione followed the calm baritone and entered his office, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Draco sitting across the desk from Snape. They were both looking at her with a stillness she could only call predatory. Slytherins never just innocently sat with one another at ten o’clock at night in a dungeon office. Something was up. Something unpleasant.
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked, her eyes darting between the two.
Snape kept his face placid as he spoke, “Did you suggest to Draco that his talent for discipline was lacking?
What? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did Draco ask about your satisfaction with his spanking ability?”
Their previous conversation flashed through her head. Draco had asked her if she had thought he was good at it. She hadn't been overly enthusiastic. “Not in so many words. But, yes, I might have suggested it could have been better.”
“Draco has expressed a wish to improve his technique. You don’t mind being our spankee, do you?”
There was an dark twinkle in his eye; it gave her the chills. She glanced at Draco. The blond was trying to look bored, but there was a determined set to his jaw. He wanted it . . . or he was afraid of her rejection. She looked between the two, trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. “Is this what you want, Professor?”
Snape gave her a tiny smirk and nodded once.
Hermione took a deep breath then sighed it out. “Okay.”
“Come here,” Snape rumbled, crooking his finger at her.
Walking around his desk, Hermione was a little startled when he pulled her down to straddle his lap. His warm breath tickled her ear, and she felt him, half-hard, pressing into her crotch.
Severus whispered so only she could hear him, “Is there any reason we should leave on your jeans tonight, pet?”
She caught his drift, her cheeks flaming pink; but more because of Malfoy’s presence than the insinuation. “No, sir. It’s all . . . internal.” She didn’t want to go into detail about her choice of sanitary products just then.
“I won’t let him take off your knickers,” he whispered back and nipped her ear. Hidden by her wall of hair, he felt safe from Draco’s prying eyes. “Are you wearing your plug?”
Hermione bit her lip. “No. I’m sorry, sir.”
His lips teased the side of her neck before turning to her jaw. “I didn’t expect you to. I just didn’t want any unintentional injuries.” Snape licked her ear one last time before pulling away, smirking at her shiver. “Go bend over the desk. Let’s get started,” he ordered at a normal volume so Draco could hear.
Hermione climbed off his lap and went around to the other side of the desk so her bum would be toward Draco.
“All right, Draco. Show me what you did last time,” Snape drawled.
Malfoy stood and moved in close to Hermione. Her jeans were pulled taut over her bent body. He saw his hand shaking and set it on her backside to steady himself. She was the closest thing he’d had to a date or a friend since the war, and he didn’t want to ruin things between them.
“Sure you’re okay with this, Granger?” he asked, buying himself more time.
Turning her head, she peered at him over her shoulder. Hermione could feel the slight tremble in his hand. “Yes," she said to reassure him. “Draco?”
His eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”
“Why are you doing this? I mean . . . why do you want to get better at this?”
The Head Boy looked thoughtful for a second then a small smile lifted his lips. “I want to make sure the next witch who asks me to spank her sticks around.”
Hermione gave him a smile back. Was he suggesting that he wished that he was the one she’d chosen? Or was he just lonely? She wished Draco had someone to be with, someone who would give him a chance to be himself, the way he was with her. His hand lightly slapped her bum, and she was shaken out of her reverie. Malfoy hit her again a little harder. Hermione stayed braced on her forearms and looked up at Snape. He was watching for her reaction. Draco wasn’t hitting her very hard, only eliciting a tiny flinch.
Keeping his eyes on Hermione’s face, Snape commented on Draco’s work, “Less hit, more slap. Think more across than down.”
The sound of Draco’s hand on her bum changed as he took the Potions master’s direction. Her eyes sank closed as his thuds turned to smacks.
“Better,” Snape muttered, standing to move around the desk.
They were both behind her, and Hermione felt Severus draw a line over the swell of her backside.
“Keep it in this general area. Lower if you want it to hurt more.”
Malfoy’s hand clapped over the roundest part of her bum. Her jeans muffled the sound.
Her bum was getting nice and warm; so far it didn’t hurt much at all. Severus’s low voice murmured something he obviously didn’t want her to hear. Their conversation was punctuated by occasional smacks to her arse, making her jump with surprise.
“Take control. It’s what she wants. Don’t be timid. Any witch who wants you to spank her wants you to take control. Depending on whether you’re spanking her for pleasure or punishment, alter the speed and force; but do everything with authority. That’s the key. Tell her what to do. And for Merlin’s sake, hit her harder. She’s not made of china. Make it sting.”
Draco smirked and nodded. Staring at the back of Hermione’s head, he thought about what he wanted and what he’d seen the last time she was punished. “Arch your back, Granger.”
His voice sounded different—lower and rougher. Hermione did as he asked and waited for him to begin again.
Buoyed by her obedience, Draco stood aside and smirked. “Legs apart.”
After she spread her legs, the warmth of his body returned. His hand came back and slapped her much harder. Hermione let out a small noise of shock as her left cheek burned from the blow.
Snape nodded at him, and Draco continued the spanking at a new level of intensity. The older man watched as the blond methodically smacked Hermione’s bum. Her breathing got noticeably heavier. That’s my girl.
Severus stopped Malfoy after a minute. “Much better. The other ingredient is humiliation. Different witches like different degrees of it, but Miss Granger is particularly amenable. Tell her to take off her trousers. Make sure she knows she’s on display for you. And be careful when you start again. It’s a different game pain-wise without that layer.”
Malfoy nodded. Humiliate her. He knew she liked it, but he still hesitated. Don’t be a baby, Draco. She wants it. “Jeans off, Granger.” He sounded more sure than he felt.
Standing straight, Hermione unfastened her fly and pushed the denim below her bum.
Snape shook his head at Malfoy.
“All the way off, Granger.”
Hermione pushed off her jeans and kicked them aside along with her shoes. Her face was hidden by her hair, and she was glad Draco couldn’t see her blush. Even though he’d seen much more of her, having him in charge felt different. His voice was so low, as if his words were a secret between them. It was making her wet. Not as good as Snape, but getting better.
“Legs back apart, Granger. Stick out your arse for me.”
Dammit. Hermione’s slit felt slick with excitement. His hand slapped her bum, and she cried out, cutting off the sound as soon as she heard it.
Behind her back, Snape smirked and nodded at Malfoy.
Draco hit her again just as hard. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the handprints appearing on her bum. White to red. He added a new one as the last turned colors. She started making small whimpery noises; it was driving him mad. His trousers became uncomfortably tight.
Severus walked back around the desk and sat in his chair. Tracing one pale finger along the side of her face, he tipped up her chin. He never really got to watch her expression when he was spanking her. It was engrossing.
Severus looked into her eyes as she panted up at him; she winced as the next hit came. Although it bothered him that someone else was causing her to make those sounds, he was hypnotized by her performance. Out of breath, she flinched with pain as each blow fell. Small, stunted sounds whined past her lips after each loud clap of Draco’s hand. The sting made her eyes water, and the tears stood there, waiting, making her eyes glimmer and shine back at him.
Hermione’s bum was on fire. Draco sure got better at this awfully fast. She didn’t want Severus to think she was enjoying herself. She wasn’t (mostly). It hurt. But someone was bound to notice how wet she was getting. Snape was silently stroking her face, and she couldn’t look away from his penetrating stare. He’s going to see it in my head. He’ll know how much this is turning me on.
Snape’s finger stroked her cheekbone then traced her mouth. “Did you dream of me last night, pet?”
She didn’t know if Draco could hear what they were saying or not. Snape was almost whispering, and the sound of her arse being beaten was loud in the little office. “Yes, sir,” she whispered back.
“Did you come?”
“No, sir.”
“Would you like to come tonight?”
Listening to Snape talk while Draco spanked her was perfect. “Yes, sir.”
“Put your hand in your panties and touch yourself.”
One of her hands slipped down, and she pushed her fingers past the elastic at the top of her knickers. Her lips were already parted, her clit hard to the touch. Pulling the wetness from her opening, she circled the sensitive little nub as Draco continued to brand her bum.
Snape leaned closer to her and slid his hand down to her breast. Her nipples stood out like ball bearings against the thin material of her t-shirt. “Hmm, you do like this, don’t you?”
The desperate look she gave him told him yes even though she squeezed her lips into a tight line of silence.
“My naughty little Gryffindor. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with snakes?”
The ball of fire in her bum was already transferring to her clit. “Please, sir. I’m close. May I come?”
“Just a bit longer, love. Are you looking forward to tomorrow night?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It feels as though I haven’t fucked you in weeks,” he muttered.
“I missed you last night, Severus,” she said almost inaudibly.
Snape’s eyes burned into hers. “Meet me here after you’re done with your rounds tomorrow night.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I’ve missed your wet little snatch squeezing around my dick when you come.”
“Fuck,” she muttered. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate on anything tomorrow.”
He grinned at her. “I’ve changed my mind. Stop touching yourself.”
Her fingers stopped moving, her face pinching with confusion. “What?”
“You heard me. I want you to wait. It’ll be more intense when you come tomorrow with me.”
Hermione pulled her wet fingers out of her knickers with a groan. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He took her hand and licked her fingertips clean.
Draco’s slaps had worked lower, and she was afraid if he got any closer to her pussy she’d lose it. “Please tell Draco to stop. I’m too close.”
It looked as though Snape wanted to throw her against the wall and shag her until her brain rattled out of her head. Her hand clenched his as she held on to the last shred of her control.
“That’s enough, Draco,” Snape said in a loud voice.
Malfoy was shaken out of his trance by the order. He hadn’t been able to stop watching her flesh jiggle and redden under his hand. His cock felt like a lead pipe in his shorts. He heard her shuddered exhale and grinned behind her back.
The fire in her core was slowly dying back down to a manageable level. Malfoy rubbed the sting out of her bum as Severus stroked the side of her face.
“I take it you approve of Draco’s abilities now, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir. Stellar.”
Draco laughed and smoothed his hands over her hot flesh. It felt as though a fire burned just beneath the thin layers of her skin. “Thanks, Granger.”
Hermione felt the hard tip of Draco’s erection stab her hip. Poor Draco. I know how you feel.
“That will be all, Draco. Wait for Miss Granger out in the hall.”
Malfoy sighed and stopped petting her arse. He wanted to get back to his room and come before his balls exploded.
As soon as Malfoy was out of the room, Snape was on her. He spun her around, his hands all over her burning bum, his face in her neck. Her lungs suddenly didn’t seem to be able to pull in enough air. He was hard against her, and Hermione moaned into his shoulder.
Keeping his body tight against hers, Severus caught her lips with his, his tongue entering her the way his cock couldn’t, fucking her mouth with abandon. A note of desire hummed against his lips. Slipping his hands under the back of her knickers, he kneaded her soft, scalded skin.
He finally forced himself to pull away. “Get some rest tonight, love. You’re going to need it. I want you all night tomorrow.”
Hermione smiled. “Yes, sir.”
He helped her back into her jeans and shoes. “Draco’s going to want to come when you get back to your room. Tell him you want to watch.”
Hermione pursed her lips. “I’d rather watch you,” she said honestly.
His face softened. “I know, love. Make sure you tell Draco how much you enjoyed his talents. You don’t have to touch him. Just talk to him.”
“Yes, sir.”
He kissed her again then pushed her away. “Go, before I say to hell with your wishes and fuck you where you stand.”
She smiled and leaned in to kiss his chest. “See you tomorrow. Don’t come without me.”
“Yes, yes,” he said, shoving her playfully toward the door. “Tomorrow. I haven’t forgotten.”
Hermione smiled when he grabbed her arse one last time before pushing her out into the hallway and shutting the door. Her bum was burning, and he knew it; but she could hear him panting as she departed. He was struggling not to take her.
Draco turned as she stumbled out of the room and smirked at her disheveled state. “Ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she sighed, pulling her robes back around her. The material had become twisted, and she fought with it.
“Stop. Let me,” Draco muttered. He turned her and untwisted the black material then came back around to pull it straight. Smirk growing, he closed her robes over her chest. “Chilly?”
Her thank you hung unsaid in her mouth as she caught on to what he was implying. After smacking his arm with more force than necessary, she hooked her hand around his elbow and started guiding him back to their rooms. “Be nice or I won’t do what Snape told me to.”
Draco’s brow quirked up as he walked along side her. “And what was that?”
Hermione looked around to make sure they weren’t being followed. “He wants me to watch you come. He said I could talk you to you while you do it. But if you’re going to be a prat, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”
Malfoy grinned and started walking faster so she had to keep up with him. “Well, why didn’t you say so? What were we doing wasting time with your damn robes?”
Laughing, she quickened her pace to match his long strides. They made it back to their common room in record time. He took hold of her hand and led her to his bedroom.
“Have a seat,” he said cordially, indicating the bed. Draco yanked off his robes and kicked off his shoes as fast as he could without seeming desperate.
Hermione sat on his bed watching him with an amused smile. It was still hard to talk dirty to Malfoy; she didn’t know quite what to say. Draco was unbuckling his belt, and the sight made her wetter, reminding her of all the times she’d watched Severus take of his belt before using it on her. The bulge in the Head Boy’s trousers was unmistakable. “I liked what you did tonight, Draco. My knickers are soaked.”
His hand froze on his zip, and he looked up at her. “Did Snape tell you to say that?”
“Sort of. Not exactly.”
“What did he tell you to say?”
Hermione studied him for a couple seconds. She didn’t want it to sound as though she was just praising him because Snape told her to. It really had been good, and she did want him to know. “He said I should tell you how much I enjoyed your talents. He didn’t tell me what to say.”
Malfoy nodded as if he'd expected as much.
“But I don’t want you to think that’s why I’m saying it,” she explained.
“What d’you mean?” he asked, unzipping his fly.
“I mean . . . I want you to know because it’s true. I’d say it even if I wasn’t told to.”
One blond eyebrow rose as he looked at her. “Say something Snape didn’t tell you to say.”
Hermione smiled at him and blushed. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Draco gave her look of mild surprise. “Didn’t he tell you to watch me?”
“Yes, but beyond praising your actions tonight, I don’t specifically have to say any particular thing.”
Pulling out his cock, Draco watched her face. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t really want to be here.” He was starting to feel like an assignment.
Her brow furrowed. “I . . . I do. He told me to watch you come.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Okay.”
Pinching her lips together, Hermione felt like a prat. Draco didn’t want her to be there because she was obligated to be there. He wanted her to want him, just like she wanted to be desired. That scared her a little because she did want to be there. She wanted to see him come. Was that what Snape wanted?
“Draco,” she whispered.
He stopped his halfhearted stroking. “Hmm?”
Swallowing the words that were stuck halfway out of her throat, she looked him in the eye. “I want to see you come.”
“You made that clear, Granger.”
“No. I want to watch you. Me. Not because I’m supposed to.”
His grey eyes narrowed as he stared back. “You don’t have to feed me a line, Granger. I’m going to come no matter what.”
She didn’t look away. “No line. I mean it.”
He came closer and stood directly in front of her, towering over her hunched form.
“Tell me what you really want, Granger.”
Her eyes ran up and down his body, pausing to watch his hand slowly pump his red erection. Hermione let go of her knees and leaned back on her hands, thinking. Meeting his eyes again, she whispered, “Will you get naked?”
A smile spread over his face. “What? Totally starkers?”
“Yes.”
Nodding his agreement, Draco started to unbutton his shirt. She was watching him like a hawk, barely blinking. Her eyes got wider as he pulled off his dress shirt. Going to his trousers, he shoved them down to his feet along with his boxers then pushed off everything including his socks.
He gave her a look, asking if that was what she wanted, and Hermione nodded mutely. She couldn’t turn away. He looked like a statue. A marble statue. Pale and lean. Like Severus but lankier. The hair on his body was almost invisible, seeming to only be there when the light hit it just right. She swallowed hard. He was so bloody pretty. And the way he was looking at her made her want to get naked too.
“Like what you see, Granger?” he asked with a smirk.
Egotistical prat. “Being self-absorbed doesn’t suit you.”
Draco flashed her an amused look. “Way to make me come, Granger.”
“It’s just you’d be sexier without the bravado. Is praising yourself really going to get you off?”
Chagrined, he shook his head. “I guess not.”
“What would make you come?”
“Watching you get off.”
Blushing bright red, Hermione bit back her smile. “See? That’s sexy.”
“Will you?”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I have to wait till tomorrow. But you know . . . I almost came tonight when you were spanking me.”
His face lit. “Really?”
“I had to tell Snape to stop you. I was too close.”
Draco’s mind wandered to imagined scenes where she did come.
“Stand closer,” Hermione whispered. “Show me what you like.”
He snapped back to reality and looked down at her. She’d spread her legs so he could stand between them. His hand went back to his cock, and he set an easy pace to keep things going.
Hermione couldn’t keep her eyes still, roaming over his torso then back to his cock, up to his face then back to his cock. “Show me how you like your balls touched,” she panted. I sound like I’m in heat.
Draco let go of his throbbing length and stoked his sac. Her eyes were glued to his actions, as if she were taking a class on ball handling. He smirked at her as he pulled at his bollocks, and his dick jumped in excited agreement.
“Are you close?” she whispered, looking into his face.
“Yes."Of course I’m close. Can’t you see my dick is purple?
“I could feel how hard you were while you were spanking me.”
“I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret."
“I fancied it.”
He grinned at her and switched hands, gripping the bedpost to stay steady. His brain was starting to reel from lack of blood.
“Is this how you usually do things?” Hermione asked.
“Do things?” he echoed back with a laugh.
“Wank,” she restated.
“I don’t usually get starkers, but yeah, pretty much.” His dick was starting to ache; he needed to finish soon, but he wanted to make it last.
“I used to come in the bath a lot . . . and the shower,” she said just to see how he’d react.
“Bloody hell, Granger. Is that what used to take you so long?”
She blushed. "I couldn’t stop."
“Couldn’t stop?”
“That showerhead is addicting.”
“Fuck.” He could just picture her getting off in the tub every night. “Tell me how you did it.”
Hermione gave him a wicked smile, holding his gaze. “In the tub, I usually sank down real low and pulled my knees up to my chest. If I set the nozzle just right, it left my hands free so I could touch my tits.”
Draco’s jaw was a hard line of effort. She was so sexy sitting on his bed, talking about how she got off . . . even with all her clothes on. Her cheeks flared with pink when she continued.
“Sometimes I’d keep the water on my bum and use my hands on my pussy. Sometimes the other way round.”
“Bloody fucking hell,” he whispered. “How long does it take you to come like that?”
She shrugged. “A few minutes.”
“A few minutes? You’d be in there for over an hour!”
She laughed. “I told you, I couldn’t stop. I came till I was exhausted.”
“I always wondered what you were doing in there.”
Hermione tried to hide her smile. “I was always afraid you knew what I was up to.”
His breathing was getting too fast and short; he tried to slow everything down. “I liked to imagine that’s what you were doing, but I never really believed it. Well . . . till you asked me to spank you.”
“I almost passed out once.”
Draco started laughing. “I would have loved to walk in on you passed out with the shower head between your legs. How many times did you come?”
“I lost count. Way over ten.”
“Bloody hell, Granger!”
Her head canted to one side, studying his hand as he pumped his cock. “Draco, how often do you get off?”
“I dunno. At least every other day, usually more.”
“What do you think about?”
He didn’t know if he should tell her. Sod it. “You mostly.”
“Me?” she said, surprised.
“You’ve given me a lot of good material.”
“What do you think about most?”
“The last time I saw you come. When you squirted all over Snape’s desk with his finger up your bum.”
Hermione’s face flared red. You should see what he does when you’re not around.
“After tonight, I’ll probably think about spanking you.”
That was weirdly touching. She kept her eyes on his hand. He kept slowing down and squeezing the head. “Come for me, Draco. I can tell you’re trying to hold off. Stop fighting it. I want to see.”
He couldn’t deny her request. His hand sped up, and he watched her watch him.
“Yes,” she whispered. His dick was dripping. “Your cock looks amazing, Draco. So hard. Let me see you come.”
Fucking hell. His body convulsed unexpectedly, and he turned to come on the edge of the bed. The creamy streams of spunk shot out with a velocity he wasn’t expecting. The first huge wad landed on Hermione’s jeans, leaving a white streak on her thigh. He couldn’t stop staring at it as he shot the rest on the comforter.
“Bugger,” he panted. “I’m sorry, Hermione.”
Pulling out her wand, Hermione shrugged. “No problem. I’ve got it.” The pearly puddle disappeared from her leg, and she smiled sweetly at him as she cleaned off his bed as well.
“Snape’s going to be pissed off.” Sighing, Draco leaned on the bed for support as he recovered.
“Why?”
Shaking his head at her, Malfoy looked around for his bathrobe. “Well, I’d be pretty pissed off if some bloke came on my girlfriend. Even if it was an accident.”
“I’m not his girlfriend.”
He looked at her with blatant disbelief. “Maybe not officially, but in all meaningful ways, you are.”
“No,” Hermione said resolutely. “I’m not. We’re just . . . exclusively shagging.”
“You are not,” Draco shot back. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”
“What do you mean?”
“He cares about you.”
“Well . . . yes, I guess. And I care about him. We’re . . . I don’t know . . . friends.”
“How can you, of all people, be so bloody thick?”
“What?”
“He’s never going to say it. He’s in love with you, you dolt.”
“No, he’s not, Draco.”
Draco sighed in exasperation. “That man is in love with you, Hermione. He will never say it out loud, but he is. You just wait. Tell him about what happened here tonight. He’s going to be angry. You are his. Get it? I might as well have spit in his favorite cauldron.”
“I’m not his property, Draco. I’m a person. We just . . . have an understanding.”
“Oh, really?” he quipped. She seemed agitated.
“Yes!”
“How would you feel if another witch got herself off on Snape’s lap?”
“That’s different,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“This was just an accident. And it was his idea for this whole thing in the first place." Hermione slid off the bed and started toward the bathroom.
“How many people do you think he lets call him Severus?” Draco asked quietly from behind her.
“I . . . I don’t know.” Even most other adults called him Professor Snape. “Do you really think he’ll be upset?”
Draco shrugged. “With me? Yes. Can you keep it from him?”
Hermione shook her head. “He sees everything.”
“You might want to tell him about this first so he doesn’t think you’re trying to keep anything from him.”
Nodding in agreement, she walked in a slight stupor to the bathroom, her mind whirling as she digested Draco’s claims.
Malfoy stood in the doorway behind her, cinching the belt of his robe. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, fine,” she muttered, standing at the mirror but not seeing anything.
“You sure? You seem kind of out of it.”
Glancing at him, she gave him a small reassuring smile. “Yes, I’m just tired, I guess.”
“Okay,” he said, sounding unsure. “Get some sleep.”
Alone at the mirror, Hermione looked at herself. Was Draco right? Did Snape love her? Did she love him? She cared about him. A lot. Almost as much as she cared about Ron and Harry.
Getting ready for bed, the room blurred by in a haze of movement. It was impossible for her to get Draco’s words out of her head. How could she have been so blind? How could someone like Draco see something she couldn’t? Was this even what she wanted? A man who would never say he loved her?
On her back in bed, Hermione stared out into the darkness of her room. She wasn’t sure about love, but she couldn’t imagine not seeing him anymore. That sounded horrid. And boring. And sad. I shouldn’t just assume that Draco’s right. Maybe Snape just wants to be good friends . . . who fuck.
She wouldn’t make assumptions. He’d said he “liked her” only once. If he wanted more, he’d let her know. The second she decided she loved him, he’d leave. Don’t set yourself up for failure.
Turning on her side, Hermione closed her eyes and imagined Snape asleep next to her. She wrapped her arm around the pillow and kissed him goodnight in her head.
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