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Getting Personal	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 38186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: This week has been a little scary. This chapter wasn't acceptable to me until yesterday (and I'd been working on it since last Thursday). I was starting to think I might not get it posted on time. But I went through it four times yesterday (a new record) and didn't stop tweaking sentences until two in the morning. Next week is the last chapter, and I want to make sure it's everything I want it to be. I'll probably post the epilogue along with 14 next Thursday. They're not as long, so I should have time to get them both done.

Again, I appreciate every single rating and review. They're the morsels of chocolate sweetening my week of cabbage stew.
Severus1snape: I aim to please. :)
FireyPhoenix: I hesitated to use the word hire for that line. I was using it figuratively, but I was afraid people would take it literally. As soon as I saw your comment, I went and changed it. I don't want to cause any confusion. (So I'm glad you said something so quickly, because I'm sure other people would have been thinking the same thing.) Just to be clear, she is not paying him; they simply have a verbal agreement that benefits them both.
I changed "going out" to "You haven't been seeing each other for very long." Better? I think I consider the phrase "going out" pretty inclusive and benign. But I also see how some people might think it's not quite the right phrase. Their relationship is hard to categorize. To me it's a real relationship, even if they haven't made their true feelings known to the other. But your argument convinced me to change it. I'm all about clarity. I want to make sure people are focusing on the real issues in the story and not getting hung up on things that I never even considered. I greatly appreciate your feedback. I like to fix anything questionable as soon as possible. Please don't hesitate to mention anything else.

bitchandmoan: I loved your feedback. It's nice to hear what (exactly) people liked.
"If she didn't love him back, he didn't want to know yet."This line made me so happy. It put me at ease to think that he wants the same thing. It was hard to tell before if he'd give in and admit being in love with her. I think it's all for the best that you were unsure. I want you to know how Hermione feels since she's not sure either.
I'm excited to see what Hermione needs from the library to tell Severus that she loves him. I can't wait! There's hint this week but you won't really find out until the last chapter. (Mwhahahaha!)
Desert_Sea: Yeah, the color white thing wasn't really important to the story; it just added a little extra something. (Snow is also white, and it becomes heavier as the story progresses, starting out with a few flurries as their connection begins and blanketing the ground by the time they get back to Hogwarts after Australia.) (I didn't start out planning that, but I did capitalize on it.)Courtesy. Dammit. I won't tell you how many times I looked at that word and said, "Somethings not right with this." But my spell checker said it was okay, so I just figured I was being crazy. Curtesy is not a word, by the way (I checked two dictionaries), so I don't know what glitch in the matrix made Word decide it was. I'm glad you told me. I hate finding these things a month later and thinking about all the people who had to read the story like that.
'seismograph was predicting a coming earthquake’ – brilliant for multiple reasons, including the fact that I used a poorer analogy in my story. No no no. Yours was great. You were describing convulsions, and I was describing penmanship. Totally different comparisons.
Can I just make an admission while we’re here. Spanking is not my thing at all but as a vehicle to exploring relationships and emotions I find it really interesting. To be honest, I read the spanking parts to try to understand the mindset more than anything else (just thought I’d put that out there). You can confess anything you like. I think it's interesting that so many people who aren't into spanking are reading this story. I actually have a lot of thoughts and theories about spanking/BDSM and the mindset that makes it flourish. I've gone into some of those reason in this story (and in TMG). But I didn't want my stories to become bogged down by theoretical speculations (or commentaries on society). This comment section is pretty long, so I won't ramble on about just now.
...was Dumbledore always that nice to her? I think I’ve read too many fics that portray him as a bit of a selfish bastard. Maybe I need to read the books again (or try to get through them . . . eek – risky admission number two). Dumbledore is a complex character, much like Snape. Yes, you should go back and read the books (or read them for the first time...shame shame shame, you know your name). I would never classify Dumbledore as selfish or a bastard. Dumbledore is very even-tempered and grandfatherly in the books. I think a lot of writers use artistic license to make him what they want or need in their story. I also think his character has been colored too heavily by the movies. Michael Gambon is a marvelous actor, but I was shocked by the way he played Dumbledore. It's one of the main reasons I don't entirely enjoy the movies. However, Richard Harris (the first Dumbledore, in Sorcerer's Stone and COS) was freakin perfect IMHO. He played the part just how I picture Dumbledore. If I had to characterize Dumbledore in one word it would be wise. Of course in the last book we discover the tragedy that led to his greatness, and I think some people were put off by his faults. But people are never as black and white as we like to believe. I personally liked his back-story and thought it made him more relatable.
I have a bigger question about why some of the writers here, like yourself, aren’t publishing professionally but I will leave that for another occasion. (I know I answered this in your email, but I'll put the answer here for everyone. )

Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I have serious anxiety and depression problems. Even if I thought I was good enough to write a book (which I don't) I wouldn't be able to deal with the stress of getting it published. I write because I would go nuts if I didn't. Talking to strangers (and leaving the house) is more than I can manage most days. Maybe one day I'll be okay enough to do more, but for now; I'm just happy my brain is functioning enough for me to write at all. There was a long time where that was out of the question. Plus, I feel like I'm still learning a lot. Hell, I've learned a lot just putting out these chapters every week. I think I have a long way to go before I reach a workable level of competence.

Anon: I do remember your review for TMG (and BTW, you didn’t get to the party late, I just put up the story exceedingly fast). I know what you mean about wishing the updates were faster. I definitely prefer to read stories all in one go (I’m a binge reader), so I can identify with everything you said (especially wanting it to end but not wanting it to end—I feel that way about every WIP I read). But for various reasons, I decided to release this week by week. I wanted to hear what people thought of each chapter, and I had to give people time to read and review (and this gave me the chance to respond to questions and comments). I also wanted to see what it would be like to have a deadline. And I know what you mean about forgetting stuff after so long; I've read Weasley's Wizard Wheezes like three times now.
This has been a strange but fulfilling journey for me. I prefer to write when I'm inspired (which is most of the time), but this has been like a race every week to see if I can get the chapter readable by the time Thursday arrives.
I'm glad you liked TMG so much and that you're enjoying this story too. There's only one more chapter and the epilogue to go after this, so we're almost there. Let me know what you think. I appreciate the continued encouragement.
GlowCloud: Thank you so much. I always appreciate the TMG love. I do intend to go back and edit it one day. There are lots of things writing-wise that I’d like to improve. But I’m happy people are getting so much enjoyment out of it. I’m glad you’re liking GP too. Also, the fact that you don't try to beautify them is a nice change of pace from what I usually see authors do. I’m really glad you said that. I do that on purpose for precisely the reasons you mention. I don’t like unrealistic beauty standards for either sex. I’ve been turned-on by hot guys and "ugly" guys alike. Physical beauty can make someone aesthetically pleasing, but to me, it’s who they are that makes them attractive. Snape doesn’t need bulging muscles or silky hair to be desirable, and Hermione doesn’t need Sleekeazy’s and a perfect body for us to love her. Faults to one person may be the most beautiful feature to another.

13 — Timing is Everything
Hermione was sweaty and sated. Their cozy weekend in Hogsmeade had been a success. They'd been shagging like rabbits since Friday. Now that it was Sunday, she was tired and sore. And happy. She'd figured out how to show him she loved him. She just needed some more information . . . and a lot of luck. She would wait until she was sure she could pull it off before she said anything. "Severus?"
"Hm?" he mumbled. He was lost in the satiny softness of her shoulder. Not petting her was impossible.
She could do a little reconnaissance before unveiling her surprise. "What would happen if a sub and dom fell in love?”
His brain was suddenly on red alert. Was she trying to tell him she loved him? The thought made him sickeningly giddy. He kept his voice level as he answered, hopefully giving her enough time to just come out and say it. "Their agreed upon relationship would come to an end."
Hermione's heart dropped. She'd been hoping he'd say anything else.
Severus waited and waited, but she said nothing more. His initial hope was squashed by her silence. She didn't love him like that; she was just asking. The pit of his stomach was suddenly too empty. Why would she ask such a question? She rolled away from him, and he put his hand on her naked back. "Are you ready to go to sleep?"
She nodded, confounded by his consoling touch after that cold answer. "I'm so tired."
He didn't want to seem needy, but this was his last chance to sleep with her until the next weekend. "Are you too hot? I can cast a cooling charm."
"Are you barking mad? It's bloody freezing in here."
He smiled. "Then why don't you come over here and get me warm."
She was so confused. Dumbledore said he’s still healing. Maybe he needs more time. Maybe I need to let him get used to the idea. Maybe he needed her love but just didn't want to hear her say it. She turned over and rested her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back from her face. How could he be so tender with her but not want to hear that she loved him? Stop it, Hermione. You're trying to apply logic to matters of the heart. You don't know why he doesn't want to hear it. Maybe he'll change his mind once you finish the potion.
Severus was bothered by her continued silence. She seemed to be thinking a great deal. Was she building up the courage to say something? Or should he just do it himself? Now wasn't the right time, but maybe soon he could find a way to tell her how he felt. Was there a way to say it without actually speaking the words? Once he rang that bell there would be no going back. He didn't want his confession to be their death knell. But if he could say it without words, he could protect both his heart and their relationship. "Goodnight, love."
Hermione winced. How could he refer to her so affectionately and have no stronger feelings for her? "Goodnight, Severus. Sweet dreams."
He smiled and doused the lights, leaving only the fire burning. "You too. I'll wake you up early tomorrow so you can get to work on time."
"Thanks."
"Are you going to kiss me goodnight, or do I have to steal that kiss?"
Hermione's face brightened, and she looked up at him. "You don't need to steal what's freely given."
He smirked and tipped up her chin, touching his lips to hers. The kiss was sweet as sugar, but his unspoken words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

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Hermione spent her entire lunch hour poring through research papers. She wasn't getting all the answers she needed. There was only one person besides Severus who might be able to help her. She'd have to swallow her pride and ask for his assistance.
Draco,
If you're free after work today, I'd like to speak to you.
—Hermione

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Sorry, Granger. I've got a date with Miss Witch 2006 tonight, and I'm not going to be late because you want to discuss house-elves or book brokering. I'm free for lunch tomorrow though. Say noon at the canteen?
—Draco

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Draco,
Lunch is fine, but make it that Italian place a few blocks over. I don't want anyone to overhear us.
—Hermione

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Well now I'm intrigued. You're not planing a coup, are you? I'll wait for you by the Floos.
—Draco

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Dear Severus,
Work was good today. How was your day? I got a new house-elf case, but it's not anything bad. His master died, and we're finding him a new family. Herbert and I are super busy scouting possible families. I'll write to you tomorrow when I have more time.
Miss you,

Hermione

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Dear Hermione,
I'm glad you got a safe case at work. I worry about you when you get difficult ones. Are you just going through forms to find a suitable family, or are you interviewing? Either way, I insist you stop hunching over your desk. That knot in your back is getting worse every week. If you'd just sit up straight, I wouldn't have to dig it out every time I come over. I don't like seeing you cringe and tear up when I rub your back. There are far more pleasant things you could be crying about when we're together.
Did you wear your plug to work today like we discussed? You didn't forget, did you? You'd better wear it tomorrow too. I can't stop picturing you dashing about the Ministry with that black ring peeking from between your cheeks. Do you feel it every time you sit down in a meeting? Does it remind you how deep my fingers got last weekend?
It will now.
My day was decent. I'm still in one piece. Mondays always drag on. There's nothing to look forward to (except your letters of course). Friday seems so far away.
I miss you too,

Severus

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Hermione,
I found several of the books we talked about, but I'm still hunting for the Gilded Guide. I'll keep looking. Meet me tomorrow at lunch and I'll give you the ones I've found.
—Draco

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Dear Severus,
I'm so sorry I didn't write you yesterday. I had to stay late at work, and I fell asleep as soon as I got home. I didn't even take a shower. I'm at the office now, waiting for Herbert. I'll write you again when I get home.
Plug in,

Hermione

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Draco,
Any luck yet? I'm at a standstill in my research.
—Hermione

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Granger, would you relax? I told you I'd find it. Just give me a day.
—Draco

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Dear Severus,
I'm so bloody tired. This week has been busier than I anticipated. My back is killing me. I'm about to go soak in that solution you brought over. I wish you were here to rub my back. It's been a long day.
I miss Crookshanks,

Hermione

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Dear Hermione,
What's wrong, pet? Is it work? You only mention Crookshanks when you're stressed. I thought you had an easy case right now. Is working with another house-elf bringing up bad memories? You know I'm still here for you. Tell me what you need. Do you want me to come over?
—Severus

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Dear Severus,
No, you don't have to come over. I'm just rushed off my feet. Tomorrow's Thursday. I'll see you in less than 48 hours. It doesn't sound as far away when I say it like that.
—Hermione
Snape tucked away her letter with a grimace and stared at the fire. Something was wrong. Every note he'd gotten from her that week had been bordering on perfunctory. Usually she couldn't wait to tell him about her day. They'd go back and forth, teasing the other with innuendo and outright filth. Then, as the time apart made them increasingly desperate, they'd proclaim their need for the other with the kind of heated prose only lovers can pen.
But this was about as hot as a gazpacho.
Ever since Sunday night she'd been acting strangely. Had he missed something? Had he said something wrong? He couldn't think of a single sarcastic remark. She'd seemed hurt by his answer to her question about doms and subs falling in love, but he couldn't imagine how else he should have answered her. Why would two people in love require an agreement? They'd just be a regular couple. Love didn't need labels. Wasn't that obvious? Maybe he should have used the opportunity to admit his true feelings.
The worst part about all this speculation was he couldn't stand being separated from her; he missed her so much it hurt. It felt as though months had passed in the three days they'd been apart. He needed her letters to survive the week. But now she seemed to be avoiding him. Had something changed between them?
Was something going on with her? Something she wasn't telling him about? Why would she keep anything from him? He'd told her to be honest. He could take it.
You know why she's not being honest. She doesn't want to hurt you. She's too damn soft-hearted to say "I'm sick of you." That sounded most likely, but he couldn't understand why there was no deception when he looked in her eyes. He'd been with partners who'd lost interest before, and when one person wanted to leave, the physical contact became so strained and tedious it was obvious to even the densest of morons that it was time to move on. That wasn't happening here. All contact was still brimming with meaning. She meant it when she kissed him. He meant it when he shagged her. Before leaving the inn on Monday morning, they'd snogged each other senseless for fifteen minutes straight, barely able to tear themselves apart to leave for work.
None of this made sense.
Severus stayed on his settee, staring blankly at the fire until it was time for bed. He forgot to go to dinner. He wasn't hungry anyway.

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Hermione,
Found it. Meet me in the lobby after work.
—Draco
Hermione shoved the owl's note into her pocket. Once she had that book, she could go forward with her plans. Every free second that week had been spent searching old tomes and researching current papers to try to piece together her theory. If this worked, Snape would have tangible evidence of her love, something that would prove to him that the past was surmountable. He deserved an act of kindness straight from the heart.
She'd had lunch with Draco every day that week. Letting him in on her plans had been necessary. She needed someone well versed in potions—who also had extensive knowledge of sex-magic. The rumor was that the Malfoys had the largest collection of books on the subject in all of Great Britain, and if the secretarial pool was to be believed, Draco had read every single one of those books.
She'd given him a quick recap of her involvement with Snape (omitting the part about her ad), and he was the only person who hadn't reacted with open-mouthed shock to the realization she was sleeping with her ex-professor. For about two minutes, he'd stared at her as if he'd never seen her before; but after that he’d jumped on board, grilling her on what she'd read so far and making suggestions. As Snape's godson he was eager to assist, and Hermione was grateful someone else was willing to give Snape a helping hand.
"Granger!"
She smiled and hustled over to him. "Did you bring it?"
He pulled a dusty, greying book from his cloak. When she went for it, he yanked it out of her reach. "You are going to bring it back, right?"
Hermione snatched the book from him, grinning ear to ear. "Yes, I'll bring it back as soon as I can. Thank you so much, Draco." In a fit of sheer delight, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
Draco blinked in surprise then awkwardly patted her back. "Okay, Granger. You're welcome. Now get off me. Somebody's going to see us."
She laughed and squeezed him tighter, burying her face in his chest just to embarrass him. "Thanks again, Draco. I'll tell you how my first attempt works out."
He smirked and shook his head. "Good luck, Granger."

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Severus ducked behind the corner, watching her walk to the exits. He'd been visiting the apothecary in Knockturn Alley and wanted to stop by and walk her home. He'd been hoping to find out why her letters had been so distant lately. Now he had his answer. She was seeing Malfoy.
He waited until they'd both gone before heading for the Floos. Malfoy? His own godson? The knife in his heart plunged deeper. This was a million times worse than anything he'd imagined. His gut rolled with nausea.
He couldn't blame her for wanting Malfoy. He was rich and handsome, two things Snape wasn't and would never be. Draco's sexual tastes ran in the same vein as his own, so he could see why she would be drawn to him.
Draco had changed since the war too. She might have thought it was just for show, but Severus knew it was genuine. Draco had only ever cared about blood purity because his father had drilled it into him his whole life. The only things Draco really cared about were money and influence. After the war their family name was in disgrace, and Draco had been the one to rectify that. He'd used his remaining connections to get a job at the Ministry and, with a philanthropic flair, transformed the name of Malfoy from one of pureblood snobbery into one of repentance. Some people praised the change, but other people (like Hermione) assumed it was just an act. It wasn't an act. Draco wanted to let go of the past even more than Snape did.
I thought she couldn't stand him? How long has this been going on? Then he remembered the inscription in the book she'd given him. Was that it? Had she become closer to Draco while procuring his present? What was this, some sort of sick Gift of the Magi shit?
Severus Flooed to The Three Broomsticks and started for Hogwarts. He needed to walk and think. Everything made more sense now. Hermione had found a new dom. Draco would relish playing the part. He would spank her and fuck her the same way Snape did. He wouldn't hug her as well. That much was obvious from their little display at the Ministry. But he would learn. Draco knew how to adapt; he could charm the scales off a snake when he put his mind to it. Severus wasn't charming. This was a no-win situation.
A tiny part of him was happy she'd found someone who would give her the kind of life she deserved. She could move out of that ridiculously small flat and get some more food. And Hermione would be good for Draco. He needed someone who would keep him in line.
The sharp wind stung his face like needles, and he was glad the watery shine of his eyes would be dismissed as a response to the cold. Snape ducked his head into the high collar of his cloak as he plodded though the dingy sludge of melted snow. He'd been a fool to believe a witch like her would want to stay with a wizard like him. Don't think that, he berated himself. She cares . . . cared. You would have seen the lies in her eyes if she'd been deceiving you.
That made it worse. He'd had it all. And now it was gone.
Perhaps she had feelings for both of them and that was what had been confusing her. Maybe she wanted him to continue being her dom while she dated Draco. That was what he had expected when they first started seeing each other, that she would find a real boyfriend to take his place once she'd gotten the spanking out of her system. If that was what was happening, he had only himself to blame. He'd pushed the idea on her, assuring her she would find a suitable man in the future. Could he really continue playing his part if she was with Draco?
He didn't think he could stomach that. Knowing what they'd shared, remembering all the tears and smiles, hearing her voice screaming his name as she came. How could he just block that out? He didn't want to be her dom; he wanted to be the only man in her life. He needed her heart to belong solely to him. If she was his, he'd make sure she was immeasurably happy for the rest of his life. He just wanted what was best for her.
Was Draco best for her? Malfoy could give her everything she needed materially, but could Draco give her the kind of love he could? Would he hold her when she needed to cry? Would he stroke the back of her head until her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep on his chest? Would he have had a funeral for her cat? He didn't want to think about Draco doing any of those things with her.
Severus passed Hagrid's hut on the way back and stopped to visit Crookshanks's grave. The dirt had settled down, leaving only small hillock. He brushed the snow off the stone, and sighed. "It's over, Crooks. She's moved on already."
"Perfesser?"
Snape looked back to see Hagrid coming around the side of the hut.
"Thought I heard someone out here. You all right? Y'look as though yeh've seen a boggart."
Snape nodded. Worse. He'd seen the truth.

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Severus waited outside her door Friday evening. He would confront her when she got home and tell her he would let her go if she was ready to move on. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. Those words did not want to come out.
Hermione saw him pacing in front of her door as she came down the street, and she lengthened her stride to get to him faster. That book Draco had brought her had filled in the missing information she’d needed. She had a damn good idea what she intended to do, but she still needed to experiment. She'd pick up where she left off on Monday when Snape went back to school. For the time being, she was so bloody relieved to see him she almost started crying. Exhaustion had frayed her nerves.
Severus turned as she came down the walk, his stomach in knots. Her face burst into a smile when their eyes met, and Severus was blinded by the brilliance of it. She looked ecstatic to see him. As soon as she got through the gate, she raced at him like a runaway freight train, barreling down on him and jumping into his embrace. Reflexively, he caught her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, knocking him into the door.
Hermione squeezed him round the neck, grinning at his flabbergasted expression. She kissed every inch of his face, leaving his beautiful beak for last. He was staring at her as if she'd gone mad.
"I missed you so much," she whispered, resting her cheek on his shoulder and sniffing his collar. "Don't let me go."
Severus closed his eyes, biting his tongue to distract himself from the tightness in his throat. He must have been wrong. No one was that good of an actor. The joy was practically rolling off of her. She still wanted him. He'd been spared for at least another day. Maybe Malfoy was the one she was stringing along. That didn't sound like her, but he had no other explanation.
Hermione smiled as he kissed her temple. "Mmm, let's go in and take a bath. I need to get warm."
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet.
"You can fuck me to sleep after that. I'm about to pass out right here on your shoulder."
"Are you feeling all right?" he whispered.
She nodded and nuzzled his ear. "Just tired. And tense. Shag me till I'm all better, okay?"
"Dr. Dick to the rescue," he murmured, kissing her neck.
Her breathy laugh melted the glacier of fear in his heart.

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Hermione smiled and snuggled closer to him. She’d been restored by two nights of much-needed sleep. Plagued by nightmares during the past week, she was relieved to make it through the weekend without waking up in a cold sweat. Snape must have scared the boogieman away. He was her dream catcher.
Severus stared at her, watching her smile and blink her eyes closed like a sleepy kitten. They were cuddled together in her bed, neither one of them wanting to stray from their cozy nest of rumpled sheets unless it was absolutely necessary. All meals were eaten in the nude, with only a shared blanket protecting them from the winter chill of the kitchen.
Severus had been comforted to hear about her week. She'd heaved the details of her case all over him like vomit, more than making up for her lack of communication during the week. There was no mention of Draco, and he kept what he'd seen to himself. Maybe he'd gotten the wrong end of the stick. That look in her eye was unmistakable. She was happy. With him. He knew better than to rock the boat.
Hermione wiggled closer and threw her leg over his hip, pressing her nose to his neck to get another hit of his scent. She was in heaven. Sight, smell, touch, and sound were all dominated by him. She just needed a taste to complete the experience. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped his Adam’s apple, which earned her a soft grunt. "Do you like that?"
"You know I do."
Hermione trailed her fingers down the column of his throat. He kept his concealment charm in place most of the time, but she hoped that one day those scars would be nothing more to him than a distant memory. She didn't want him to be self-conscious.
Hermione ran one fingertip along the border where his neck met the pillow. "Does your scar feel weird when I kiss it?"
He caught her hand and lifted it to his lips. "No. It feels different than the other side, but nothing strange. There are a couple spots where I can't feel anything at all."
She knew it was were Nagini's fangs had sunk in the deepest. "Will you take off the glamour?"
He raised one eyebrow. He didn't mind showing it to her (but just her, no one else). Wiping his hand over his skin, he whispered the counter-charm to dispel the camouflage.
Hermione reached out and traced the ragged edges of his scar tissue. "You don't have to keep this hidden from me."
Severus met her warm brown eyes. "I haven't got a lot of leeway when it comes to appearance. I want to put my best foot forward."
Hermione smiled and pushed his shoulder so he'd roll on his back. "You're bloody gorgeous, Severus. Why do you think I get all wet when I look at you?"
He grinned as she kissed his scar. "You're blinded by lust."
"No I'm not," she muttered, lapping the striated boundaries of new skin. "You're beautiful."
No one had ever called him beautiful. Her delusions were complimentary, but he was starting to question her sanity. "We'll have your vision checked tomorrow."
Hermione laughed. "My vision is fine. I just don't want you to hide anything from me."
Me? You're the one with the secrets. "So you want me scars and all?"
She nodded, blowing over the shining paths her tongue had cut across his skin. "I'll kiss them every day if you'll let me."
His skin prickled in her breeze. "What about you? Are you going show me your scars and let me kiss them morning and night?"
She pulled back to look at him. "Do you want to?"
He ran his hand down the side of her face, grazing his fingertips over the downy hairs lining her cheek. "I want every inch of you, pet. Your scars are a part of you."
That sure sounded like love to her. Hermione glanced down at his arm. "I'll take off my glamour if you take off yours."
He would do anything she asked. Holding up his arm, he removed the last of his armor. He felt exposed and somehow even more naked; but she gave him an encouraging smile and held out her arm so he could wipe away her armor too. Snape vanished her charm and ran his fingers over the raised inscription. Mudblood. How untrue. Her heart was purer than anyone he knew. If he could take away that painful reminder for her, he would do it. He didn't want her to feel as if she had to hide any part of herself from the world.
Hermione lifted his arm and stroked the tight white patch. She would love him even if he were covered in scars. Pressing her lips to his forearm, she concealed it in kisses.
His chest tightened as she nuzzled the mark of his failure. How could she shower his most gruesome feature with such affection? Was she not repulsed by everything it stood for?
"This is beautiful too,” she whispered, meeting his black eyes. “It reminds me how different you are now. You've been through so much, and I love the man you've become." That was a risky confession, but she needed him to know.
Severus stared at her. She loved the man he'd become? That was the closest anyone had ever come to telling him they loved him. "You make me a better man. I want to be everything you need."
She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying. "You already are."
Rolling her over so he was on top, Severus pinned her wrist to the pillow.
Hermione thought he was going to kiss her, but he kissed her scars instead, his hair tickling her skin as his lips skimmed over each letter, re-writing the slur until it had lost all its bite. He traced every line with his tongue then brushed his cheek back and forth over her arm, erasing the past with his caress. His fingers threaded between hers, and he pressed their scars together in a kiss of redemption. Their eyes met, and Hermione saw a soft light of tenderness warming his gaze. She smiled and used her other hand to draw him down, kissing his thin lips to seal some of that softness inside him.
Severus melted into her mouth; her tongue soothed the savage beast in his soul. Maybe she really did want all of him. Maybe he'd misunderstood that scene at the Ministry. Maybe life wasn't a minefield of misery after all.
Hermione ran her thumb along his. She wanted to get him as close to her as possible. It was time for another confession. Pulling back, she gave him a nervous smile. "Severus?"
"Yes, love?" he purred, brushing his nose over hers.
"I need to tell you what I've been doing this week."
He froze. Oh shit. He didn't want to hear it. Not now. Not when he was so happy. "You can tell me anything, pet."
She swallowed hard and bit her lip. "I've been playing with my plugs."
Severus relaxed. Merlin's beard. His heart couldn't take any more scares. "Have you? What have you been doing?"
"I've been wearing a plug every day to work like you told me to, but I went up to the next size on Wednesday."
A grin curled the corners of his mouth. "That's because you're a good girl who likes having her bottom filled."
She smiled. You don't know the half of it. "When I got home yesterday, I got out my old little blue dildo and . . . buggered myself until I came."
Severus stared at her. He couldn't believe she'd been so brave. Or that she'd done it without him there to watch. "You buggered yourself with Little Richard?"
She laughed and nodded. "I think we’re all informal enough now to call him Dick."
He smirked. "I want that memory in a phial before I leave."
"Why don't you just watch me right now?"
Snape quirked one eyebrow at her. "You want to show me right now?"
She nodded. "I want you to do it for me."
The thought of watching that blue phallus impale her tiny hole woke up his prick like a shot of espresso. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
Hermione nodded. "Just go slowly. Once I get past the head, I'm okay."
"I'll get the oil," he said, turning for the drawer before she changed her mind.
Hermione silently giggled at his excited expression. He was even more eager to see it than she was to show him. And that was saying a lot. She'd come in less than a minute during her practice run. Having her bum probed had been much more pleasurable than she'd imagined. It wasn't like penetrating her pussy. The feeling was totally different. But she fancied it.
"Show me how you did it, love," Severus murmured in her ear as he set the dildo and oil next to her on the bed. "Did you get on your side?"
"No, I bent over my pillows and pretended you were spanking me first."
He grinned. "I want to see."
Hermione turned over and stacked up her pillows just like she did each night. Draping her hips over them, she got settled with her bum propped in the air.
Severus smoothed his hand over her backside, admiring the faded discoloration from her most recent spanking. "Do you want me to put in your plug first?"
"No. I like your fingers best."
He chuckled and sank down so he had a closeup view of her arse. Her skin smelled clean and fresh, like the soap she kept in the bathroom. Oranges and lemon. Her arse was a fruit cocktail. Opening the jar, he greased his fingers in oil and started to lube her entire valley. He wanted to encourage her anal bravery, and he knew if he made her love this enough, she’d add it to their weekend repertoire. Fishing out his wand from beneath his pillow, he aimed it at her rosebud and cast a cleansing spell.
Hermione shivered as her rectum tingled with magic. It felt as if he'd shoved a sprig of mint up her bum. When he chased that shot with one dexterous finger, she smiled and wiggled her hips for more.
Severus scooped out another dollop of oil and pushed it inside her pinched portal, smearing her walls in slickness. She hummed happily, and he gave her another finger. It was so hot inside. She was like a little oven. His cock was stiff against his thigh, jumping with excitement, impatient for the show to begin. Adding a bit more oil, he tried for a third finger. They sank right in, her sphincter shuddering around him like a twitchy tremor. She moaned loudly and circled her hips. She really was ready for more. He didn't think he could get his pinky in her, but he unbundled his fingers and gave her the full breadth of all three digits. Pumping gently, he watched her back for tension. There was none. She was loving it.
Hermione couldn't take much more of his careful teasing. Her pussy was about to turn her mattress into a waterbed. She needed it deeper. "Please, sir."
He smirked and kissed her left bum cheek. "Are you ready for Dick?"
"Yes, please."
"Let me get him ready." Severus reluctantly pulled his fingers from the snug warmth her arse and picked up her little glass dildo. It couldn't have been six inches long and maybe not even two fingers wide. The head would be her only obstacle. He spread oil over every inch of it and pumped his hand up and down the shaft to make sure it would slide easily. "Spread your cheeks for me, pet. Let me see that pretty bottom hole."
She reached back with both hands to hold herself open for him. "Be really careful, okay?"
"Have I ever hurt you here?"
"No, sir."
"And I'm not going to start now. I want you to love this, pet."
She breathed a sigh of relief and rested her cheek on the cool white sheets. "Thank you, sir."
He placed the head at her puckered opening. "I'm not going to push in. I just want you to get used to the pressure. When you're ready for more, bear down."
Hermione felt the cold glass snuggle up to her backdoor, nudging at her notch. The tip was slightly tapered, and it poked past the threshold. Her brain knew she could take it, but her body was still nervous. She just had to stop fighting it.
Severus gently stirred it in a circle, massaging her muscles so she'd relax. "Breathe deeply, love. Nice and slow."
She filled her lungs and then let the air seep back out.
"That's good," he crooned. "Breathe into your sphincter. Let it wash away the tension."
His voice was like a raspy hypnotist, lulling her into a state of acceptance.
"That's it. Does that hurt?"
"No, sir."
"You're opening up. Let it sink inside, love. Breath in . . . and out. In . . . relax . . . out . . . let your tension float away. Good girl."
Hermione bore down and the glass sank inside her a little more. She inhaled slowly, letting the air melt her resistance. And exhale.
The head disappeared into her dark depths, and Severus almost started humping her leg when it popped inside. "You're past the thickest part," he told her, kissing her cheek again. "I'll stay still until you say you want more."
Her body sank in relief. "Just give me a few seconds to calm down."
Snape smiled. I know what’ll calm you down. Using his other hand, he traced her juicy folds. "Look at all this tasty cream. I'm going to have to clean someone's messy little pussy soon."
Hermione grinned. "With your tongue?" His finger tickled her clit, and she arched her back for more.
"MmHm. That is the proper way to clean a pussy."
She couldn't help grinding into his finger. "Okay, you can go deeper now."
Severus put a little pressure on the base, and the glass eased inside. He'd never seen anything more spellbinding.
Hermione's eyes went wide as he slid two fingers into her pussy and curled them around, feeling for her g-spot. The fullness was fantastic. The sloshy sound of her front wall squished through the room like a parade of puddles. She dug her fingers into her cheeks as the pressure inside her swelled and churned. "Mmm! Please more, sir."
He carefully plundered her back passage, keeping the thrusts short and deep as he plugged the leak in her dripping sex. He could feel the hard weight of the glass pressing on the backs of his fingers, and he wondered if she'd ever be up for a threesome with him and Dick.
Hermione cried out as his fingers pumped away the last of her restraint. She backed herself onto the pike in her arse and rode it as the climax tore through her.
Severus smiled as her pussy pulsed around his fingers. Her orgasm shook the whole bed. It was one hell of a wet and wild show. He could watch her buck and shimmy like that all night long.
Hermione sank against the pillows, out of breath and smiling with pleasure. "That was prefect, Severus. Don't pull out yet, 'kay?" Her voice sounded as raw as his.
His thumb kept circling her trigger, drawing several tremors and aftershocks from her limp body. "Just push it out when you're ready." He released the base and let her muscles take over.
Well that went well. She smiled to herself. Hermione took a deep breath and decided right then and there she was ready for the real thing. "Severus? Do you want to bugger me?"
He stared at the back of her head in shock. "What did you just say?"
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Do you want to bugger me?"
He was dumbfounded. They’d never even discussed the possibility. "Is that what you want?"
She nodded. "I've been thinking about it since the night you put that first plug in me."
He climbed up and lay next to her so he could see her clearly. She smiled at him, and Severus brushed her hair back from her face. "This is really what you want? With me?"
"Yes, of course with you. It's not like I want anyone else doing anything back there. I trust you."
She trusted him enough to deflower her arse. That was huge step—physically and psychologically. "You know I'm quite a bit bigger than Richard, don't you?"
Hermione breathed out a smile. "Yes, I'm well aware.”
“You want me to take your arse for the the first time . . . right now?” he asked, just double checking.
“Yes. But only if you really want it. I want to give you something you want."
His brow furrowed. That was one of the strangest thing anyone had ever said to him in bed. "What does that mean? I want everything you give me."
"I mean . . . I want to give you something that nobody else has . . . that I've never given anyone else. You do so much for me, Severus. I want you to have all of me."
Drawing his fingers down her face, he stared into her eyes. "You're not too scared?"
Hermione shook her head. "I know you'll take care of me."
"I've thought about this so many times," he admitted.
That was what she wanted to hear. "Good. How many times have you done this before?"
He ran his hand down her back. "Several." He didn't want to cheapen the moment by coming up with an actual number. She'd get the wrong idea.
"Were they anal virgins or more experienced?"
"Most were experienced, but . . . a few were virgins like you."
Hermione had been hoping she'd be the only one. She wasn't giving him something special after all; he'd had it all before.
Severus saw the disappointment in her face. He understood immediately. "That was inaccurate. They were virgins, but they were not like you. I have never been with a witch like you. None of those situations was anything like this." He kept his eyes locked on hers. He wanted her to see what he wasn't saying. He was practically spelling it out for her in big bold letters. "I want you. All of you. Every inch."
He had her. "I want you too," she whispered. How could he say things like that if he didn't love her? It wasn't just his words, it was the fire in his black eyes. Hermione smiled and reached down with one hand to run her finger along his length. He was rock hard, his twitching rod reaffirming his excitement.
Her hot little fingers danced over his shaft. He had to take a deep breath to stay focused. "If this is really what you want, then I'm going to make sure you love this like nothing else you've ever felt." Severus moved in closer and brushed his lips over hers. "Do you remember what I told you about keeping your options open and experiencing the bounty of flavors your body has to offer?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, tonight you're going to gorge yourself on devil's food . . . and so am I. Push out Richard. He’s overstayed his welcome. That’s my spot.”
Hermione laughed and bore down until the head popped free. "Okay."
Severus kissed her one last time then headed down south. He cleaned off her dildo and set it on the nightstand, planning his strategy as he settled between her spread legs. It was time to break out his secret weapon.
Snape started by massaging the excess oil into her bum, gradually straying between her cheeks with each rub. When he felt her body melting into his touch, he strolled through her valley, leisurely brushing her rosebud. He still couldn't believe she wanted to do this. Anal play with her had always been just that, play. Like her tits, it gave him more options for driving her mad and making her climax. He enjoyed anal, but he'd never even considered suggesting it. She had been so nervous that first time he'd fingered her arse. Witches like that didn't usually want to go for full buggery even if they fancied a finger or two.
Part of him wanted this for strictly physical reasons (that part of him was currently jabbing the bedspread), but his brain and heart wanted it for entirely different reasons. No one had ever offered themselves up to him so completely. This wasn’t about conquering every available hole, it was about trust and acceptance. She wanted him everywhere. No holds barred. She was inviting him into her most protected space. He wouldn’t violate that confidence. He would give her arse the love it deserved.
Hermione was already humping the pillow. Her pussy was calling for all hands on deck, bailing out buckets of fluid to lure him to the leak. He must have been blind to her flooding, because he hadn’t touched her pussy since Dick's departure. The closest he came was her perineum, teasing her with a tickle just a millimeter from her engorged entrance.
Severus parted her cheeks and smiled at her cute little button; the kitten-soft hairs lining her arse were begging for a tongue-bath. The scent of her pussy sent him into an altered state. Tipping back his head to get a better look, he slid his hands lower and held open her lips. Sweet fucking Circe. Her folds had taken on a mirror shine. He ducked his head into her pool and went bobbing for her clit.
Hermione jerked against the pillow, moaning his name as he sucked her sex clean. All that waiting and denial had left her nub hyper-sensitive. Every taste bud on his slick muscle stood out in high relief. "Ah!"
He smiled and leaned back to check his progress. Shiny. She was dripping with arousal and saliva. He needed her at the peak of desire. The more turned on she was, the easier this would be for her—and it looked as if the temperature was just right.
Snape spread her wider and licked her from clit to caboose. She arched her back so hard she almost knocked him out with her tailbone. He put some more muscle into pinning her to the pillows and nuzzled her knot with his nose. The smell of pussy was everywhere, drifting back into her shadowed lane, filling her alley with the scent of caramelized cunny. Warm, gooey cookies couldn't hold a candle to the delicious decadence of her bake shop. His tongue crept out and swirled around her cinnamon roll.
Hermione's jaw dropped; she was panting like an asthmatic respirator. He took his sweet time, circling and lapping around her hole without hitting the bullseye. She wanted more, but she couldn't get her legs open any wider; and his grip on her cheeks held her immobile. "Oh God! Please, sir."
He smirked and stopped teasing, flickering his tongue right on top of her hole. He could feel her bearing down, her arse unconsciously reaching out for his tongue. Burrowing into her crevice like a mad dog, he devoured her the way he’d been dreaming about for months. It took all his strength to hold her down. She was squealing and kicking like a trapped rabbit, pleading with him for more.
His tongue slid up her arse, and Hermione shouted his name, mashing her face into the mattress to muffle her rabid moan. How could something so soft and wet penetrate her so deeply? He thrust in and out like a snake tasting its surroundings. Ginny was right, he definitely belonged in Slytherin. Thighs trembling, she bounced her clit off the pillow and tried to ride his face. "Severus!"
He knew that cry. She was close. He didn't want her to come until he was inside her. Pulling back, he let her rest. "I was wrong, pet. You taste like angel's food. That was heavenly."
Hermione panted into the comforter. Her brain had gone out to lunch. "Unh," she grunted, searching for the right words to express herself.
Severus grinned and placed a palm on each cheek. “Relax, pet. Let me see if you’re ready.” He spread open her anus with his thumbs, studying the gradation of brown to pink to red as her hole bloomed for him. Gorgeous. He lapped the edge of her cavern so she’d feel how open she was. "I think you're ready, love. How do you want to do this? Do you want to stay like that?"
"No, I want to see you."
He smiled and gave her arse a parting kiss. "I want to see you too." Sitting back, he slid his hand up her side and stroked her flanks. "Roll over for me, love."
Hermione rolled to one side, and he helped her shift the pillows around so she’d be comfortable. Settling on her back, she stared down her body, watching his erection bob and weave as he knelt at her arse. He was so hard his cock was eyeing the ceiling. She didn’t know whether to be scared by where all that strength intended to go or excited by his body’s response. Either way, her vagina was pulling out all the stops in its effort to alter his travel plans, reminding him that gushing waterfalls were waiting to pamper his cock at Pussy Paradise Inn.
Severus stared at her for several seconds, reveling in the jiggle of her naked breasts and the jut of her rocky nipples. His eyes traveled down her body to gaze at her glistening gash. She looked like his little naked nymph, her hair wild on the pillows, her legs splayed for his arrival. Settling his hips between her legs, he told his cock to wait just a bit longer. He wanted to kiss her first.
Hermione gripped his shoulders as he leaned into her. She needed his kiss to calm her nerves. His tongue tapped its way into her mouth, and she welcomed it with hers, letting him lick away her worry. The heavy weight of his cock pressed into her clit, and she ground herself against its firm heat. A thrill of excitement shot through her core and landed in her stomach. This was really going to happen.
Severus kissed her until they were both panting. When he leaned back, he held her gaze so she’d know he was still right there with her. Spreading his legs, he sat on his heels and got as close to her as he could. His knees would be killing him later, but that was like complaining about a sore finger after catching the snitch at the Quidditch World Cup. Sometimes the prize made injuries seem non-existent. Both of them kept their eyes locked on each other as he hitched his hands under her knees and pushed them toward her chest. She got the idea and planted her palms on the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs so he could see everything.
The jar of oil was right next to him, and Severus scooped out a finger full and buttered her crack. She was going to be a greasy mess, but she wouldn't be in pain. This needed to go as smoothly as possible. He gathered some more oil and basted his cock. They were both glistening like candied apples. Pushing his buoyant knob down where it belonged, he nestled his glans between her cheeks.
"You're going to feel stretched like you've never felt before," he warned her.
Hermione nodded. "I know. Just go slowly."
Resting his thumb on her pussy, he strummed her glittering folds. "I'm not going to start until you say you're ready. Are you breathing slowly and deeply? I want you to do it just like you did with Richard."
"Okay," she whispered. She breathed in through her nose, letting her body fill with air; then she slowly let it leak back out, taking the tension in her body with it. After six more rounds, she felt a tingling spread through her limbs. "I'm ready."
"Keep breathing," he murmured. "Relax on the inhale, let yourself float on the exhale." Reaching down, he held himself steady as he put some pressure on her twitching tailgate. "I'm not going in yet. I just want you to get used to the feeling."
She nodded and kept breathing. It felt as if there was a junta at her backdoor ready to swarm her anus. She'd been fantasizing about this for months. At first it had just been an unlikely idea, but every time he fingered her arse or put in one of her plugs, the idea became more of a wish. She didn't think he was going to suddenly do something painful. That wasn't his style. He was all about pleasure . . . and discipline. She fancied that combination. He made her feel safe. Even when she was terrified—like right now. “I’m scared. Please talk to me.”
"We don’t have to do this.”
“No, I want it. Just talk to me till I calm down.”
“Okay." He knew what she needed to hear. “We’re going to take this nice and slow. If something hurts, you tell me and I’ll stop. I want your adorable little arse to love my cock.” Snape massaged her backdoor with his knob. “Do you feel that, love? He can't come in and play until you say the magic words. What do good girls say when they need something in their bottom?"
The tense line of Hermione's lips wobbled to a smile. "I've been a good girl, sir. Please fill my bottom."
"With what? A plug . . . a finger . . . ?"
"Please fill my bottom with your cock, sir."
He grinned. "What else has my naughty little girl been doing when I'm not around? Did you put in your plug and ride the Jolly Green Giant?"
She nodded, grinning back at him. "I bent over my pillows and spanked myself until my bum was sore, then I rode it like it was you."
"Did you like that?"
"Yes, sir. I was so full."
He smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet. What else did you do?"
Her grin widened. "I had an orgy with the Jolly Green Giant and Wellington."
Severus chuckled. "Did you? I want a phial of that memory too."
Hermione blushed. She didn't know if she wanted him to see all the crazy things she did when she was alone. Snogging her hand and humping the wall weren’t things she was keen to share.
"What is it, pet? What have you been doing that would turn your face so red?"
She'd tell him part of it and see how he reacted. "Wellington came in my arse. It was like sitting on a fountain."
Severus laughed. "Tirelessly pursuing cleanliness. Wellington's a good man."
Hermione laughed too, and Snape's greased head accidentally slid into her rectum as her body relaxed and bore down.
Severus froze, watching her face for signs of panic. Her eyes were wide with shock, but she wasn't struggling or pulling away.
Hermione held her breath. There was slight burn, but mostly she felt as though he had shoved a snitch up her backside. His warnings of fullness were warranted. It was both bizarre and exciting. She wasn't in pain, but she was scared.
"Do you want me to pull out?"
She shook her head. "Just stay still."
Severus kept stroking her clit with his thumb. "I'm not going to move, pet. You need to stop squeezing the sheets so tightly. You're not relaxed. You're breathing, but you're not letting go. Remember, inhale relax . . . exhale float."
Her muscles unclenched, and she released the bedding.
"That's it," he purred. "Touch your tits for me. Tease yourself."
Hermione smiled at him and brushed over her stiff nipples, shivering as a tingling jolt coursed through her. That was nice. She stared up at him, calmed by how perfectly motionless he remained. His nostrils were flared, and his eyes were searing her; but he was ready to stay exactly where he was no matter how long it took. That soothed her faster than anything else. He was in control even if she wasn't.
Severus studied her face. She was so bloody beautiful when she was turned on. Her eyes were glued to his, and he felt as if she were seeing straight through to his soul. His heart thudded dangerously in his chest at the exposure. This was not at all how he had felt when buggering those other witches. She was somehow penetrating him as much as he was penetrating her.
"You can move," Hermione said with a nervous nod. "I'm ready."
The deeper he delved, the more his heart opened. This was overwhelming. He was getting dizzy. But he didn't want it to end.
Hermione tried to keep her breathing slow and even, but his cock rooted out a new moan with every inch. Now that he was moving, it was somehow easier to take. The initial discomfort was transforming. Her insides were being rearranged. Full did not begin to describe what she was feeling. It was exciting and frightening. How deep could he go? How much more could her body contain? Did those other witches he'd buggered have arseholes made of rubber? She was on the verge of explosion. He seemed to hit a wall inside her, and she gave him a confused look.
"This is as deep as I can go right now," he said soothingly. "Your body might relax enough for me to go deeper but probably not this time. Do you want me to rest or move?"
"Um . . . move, but not too much."
Snape couldn't help smiling. He understood. Staying deep, he gently rocked into her.
Hermione moaned as two of his long fingers slipped inside her pussy. She was going to burst. There was no more room in her body. He prodded her front wall, and she felt the ache immediately. If he hadn't been playing the greatest hits on her clit, she doubted she'd be so close. This was more of a bombardment of sensation rather than a pleasant ride. Sinking her nails into her legs for traction, she attempted to surf the growing tidal wave churning in the center of her body. Her abdominals stuttered to stone then calmed. Stone. Calm. She couldn't stop it. There was an impossibly long moment where she was a second away from coming, but he somehow drew it out until time stood still, suspending her in the tractor beam of his gaze. His eyes were like black diamonds, cutting her open and ripping out her heart. She felt the fretful trembling in her belly; her orgasm was about to tear her apart.
Severus briefly celebrated as she shouted his name. After that he was gnashing his teeth, fighting the fervency of her spasmodic sphincter. Her juice streamed down her crack, which wetted his entry even more. This was heaven and hell all rolled into one. If he hadn't been hoping to hold off, it would have been a release of epic proportions. Instead, he was left resisting the angelic ascendancy of her convulsing body.
Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him. She saw the concentration pinch his face as she came, but still he maintained the going rhythm. There was no interruption in service. Only his fingers slowed as she came down, matching the pulsing of her pussy. Her head was foggy with satisfaction. She wanted to keep him in her arse forever.
Severus smiled when he saw that look in her eye. "Are you ready for more?"
"Yes, sir. It feels good now."
He chuckled and gave her pearl a slow polish. Her nectar had run down his balls, leaving a wet trail that made him want to tap his sac against her arse to hear the splash. This had to be the wettest maiden voyage in history. "I want to lie against you. Can you keep that position a bit longer?"
Her smile was giddy. "Yes, sir."
He settled onto his hands, leaning down to give her an intermission kiss. "Stop calling me sir. You're making me feel as if this is buggery detention."
Hermione snickered and slid her hands around his back. "I would love that detention."
Snape smirked and let his thrusts find an easy beat. Her knees were almost in his armpits, so he shifted around and hooked his elbows beneath them to help hold back her legs. The mild restraint of the position must have tripped an avalanche inside her, because her eyes went even darker, and her hips started to grind like a corkscrew. "Do you like that?"
She nodded. "You feel really good. This isn't as scary as I thought."
He leaned down and kissed the center of her sweaty forehead. It might not have been as scary as she'd thought, but she was still working hard. "Your arse is a fucking miracle, love. I don't know how much more of this I can take."
That made her smile. "I want you to come deep inside me," she breathed. "I want to feel it all night."
Her eager commentary was maddening. His cock suggested he pound her until she bawled in release. His brain scoffed at the idea, belittling such selfishness. His heart wished they’d both shut the hell up and kiss her.
"Will you put in my plug when we're done so I can keep your come inside me?"
His hips rocked faster, spurred on by her suggestion. "Anything you want."
The increase in speed was like a drug. Her body was suddenly rushing, her blood pumping, her heart thumping. Everything was rolling though her like a chugging locomotive. Severus was right there, in her hands, his body warm and safe atop her. He wasn’t going to let anything bad happen. She hugged him tighter, and his growl rattled her teeth and twat like a vibrating engine.
Severus was so out of it he couldn't even remember his own name . . . or his profession . . . or where he was. He needed to come. "Are you close?"
She nodded. “A little faster.”
He pressed his lower belly to her talkative clit and added and extra rub to her nub. She was coating him in her cream, smearing it all over him like a pussy paintbrush. Sealing his mouth against hers, he cajoled her tongue with his, urging her to follow her instincts and fuck his mouth. She did. Suddenly he was on the verge of blowing. His balls were trying to choke him.
The full Severus experience assailed Hermione all at once. She didn't know which sensation to listen to: the dull thump of pleasure in her arse, the steady building crescendo in her clit, or the tingling crackle of adrenaline popping over her skin.
Her body jerked several times as her climax caught hold, and she moaned into his mouth. It was like an engine turning over, sputtering, and then roaring to life. Snape couldn't withstand that kind of combustion. He returned her moan, bumping his pelvis against her bum as his balls pulsed with relief. His cock was throbbing; his seed shot into her so hard he thought it might spout out her ears. He was left panting and shaking, his entire body ringing with the reverberations.
Hermione smiled and pulled him closer. He flopped his face into her hair, and she stroked his neck to help him calm down. "Thank you, Severus. That was perfect."
An exhausted smile crossed his lips. "No, pet. I should thank you. No one's ever dismantled my balls in such a pleasant fashion before."
She grinned and kissed his jaw. "Can we do this again soon?"
"Whenever you fancy.”
"I can't wait till next Friday. Why do the weekends go so fast, but the week feels like a fortnight?"
He was glad it wasn't just his imagination. "I don't know, pet."
"I wish you could stay with me every night."
That sounded like heaven. He carefully pulled out and then slid onto his side to face her. "Let's take a nap, love. I can barely keep my eyes open."
She glanced at the clock. "It's only 5:52."
"Bedtime," he confirmed.
Giggling, she draped her arm and leg over him and snuggled close.
Severus locked her in his embrace. He needed the pressure of her body to stanch the trickle of love leaking from his heart. How did piercing her arse with his cock leave his chest feeling reamed? His breastbone had been cracked open to let the pain escape. It hissed out of him like steam from a pressure cooker, leaving him lighter and brighter.
He didn't know how to tell her that. But if her smile meant the same thing his did, she already knew.

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Hermione came home every night that week and devoured the book Draco had brought her. She turned her kitchen into a makeshift lab and started her experiments.
Creating a potion no one had ever made before was even harder than it sounded. Since she'd finished uni, she hadn't done anything more difficult than brew her own birth control. It was hard to get back into the swing of things.
She collapsed into bed every night (on time) and promptly fell asleep. Her eyes were going all bloodshot, and she was getting a crick in her neck from hunching over her cauldrons.
But she was getting closer to a solution every day. Just a little more time, and she’d have it.

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Severus paced the empty halls of Hogwarts, racking his brain for an answer to her sudden silence. Every letter she'd sent him that week had been shorter than the last. Detached. Rushed. Almost cold. Which seemed even colder after the scorching intensity of their last night together. He could only draw one conclusion—she was hiding something from him. Maybe that night hadn't meant as much to her as it had to him. Maybe he'd wanted to believe that she cared about him so much that he'd ignored some warning sign. Maybe she was seeing Draco on the weekdays when he wasn't there.
He couldn't reconcile that thought in his head. It didn't match up with the way she acted on the weekends. That last night with her had been one of the best nights of his life. And he was almost certain that she had felt the same way. Why hadn't he just invaded her thoughts? He wouldn't be tearing out his hair now, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Using Legilimency on her wasn't a route he wanted to go. It was invasive, and it hadn't seemed necessary with a girl who was so honest. She thrived on spilling her guts.
"Rough night, my boy?"
Severus turned to the portrait of Albus that hung in the entryway. He was sitting behind his old desk, folios and stacks of ink-blotted parchment strewn around him like fall leaves. The painting had been placed in the main hall to welcome the students with a familiar face; Portrait Albus spent more time chatting with the students than he did with Minerva. There was a painting of him at the Ministry too. He had his finger in all kinds of pies. "I'm fine."
Albus gave him a skeptical look as if he didn't believe that for a second. "How are things with Miss Granger?"
Snape sighed then looked around for any witnesses. Seeing none, he shrugged. "I honestly have no idea."
Dumbledore's beard drooped in concern. "Has something happened?"
"She's acting oddly," Snape muttered. "I can't figure her out. And . . ."
"Yes?" Albus prodded quietly.
"I think she's seeing someone else."
"Nonsense!"
Snape stared at him in surprise.
"Your imagination is playing tricks on you, Severus. Miss Granger wouldn't cheat on you."
"I saw her with him."
"You saw her where, with whom?"
"At the Ministry with Draco. She had her arms around him."
"In a sexual manner?" Albus asked in disbelief.
"What other manner is there to grope someone in public?"
"Perhaps they're just friends. I would stake my reputation on the assertion that Miss Granger is not cheating on you with Draco."
"You didn't see them," Severus muttered under his breath.
"I don't have to. Severus, listen to me, that witch cares about you. With all her heart."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"Because she told me. She was here two weeks ago asking me if I thought you could ever fall in love."
Snape's heart leapt to a sprint. He had to swallow it back down. "She did? What did you say?"
Dumbledore's expression softened. "I told her it might take you some time, but your ability to love had not been lost."
"What else did she say?"
"Hmmm," Dumbledore mused, twisting his beard between his fingers. "She left very suddenly, seemingly inspired by something I'd said. I assumed she had divined some way to show you how much she cared about you. I take it she hasn't revealed some earth-shattering idea that would make you declare your feelings for her?"
He wondered if that's what the anal sex had been about. Was she seeing if he would finally tell her the truth once she gave herself to him so completely? Had her question about subs and doms falling in love been an opening? Was she just waiting for him to go first? Had she turned to Draco when he hadn’t admitted how he felt? "I think I've made a mistake."
"Mistakes can be redressed," Albus assured him. "I'm sure she'll forgive you. Especially if your penance is an honest declaration of your feelings."
"I'll tell her this weekend. Or maybe I should write to her right now."
"I think you should tell her in person. This is too important to reveal in a letter, and everyone deserves a grand gesture of love. Be honest with her, Severus. Miss Granger is the kind of witch who needs a heart she can call home."
Severus stared at the old man, repeating the words back in his head. A grand gesture of love. A heart she can call home. Albus's blue eyes twinkled like icy diamonds behind his spectacles; the scribbled notes on the desk reflected in the gold rims so they appeared engraved. A sudden flash of understanding zapped Snape's brain. He knew what he had to do to prove his love. He just wasn't sure how to proceed. "You're right. Thank you, Albus."
Dumbledore watched the Potions master run off just as quickly as Hermione had. "Let me know how things turn out," he called after him.
Snape waved one hand in acknowledgment. This might be his only shot to win her once and for all.
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Dear Hermione,
I have to leave on an unexpected, but brief, trip. I won't be here this weekend. I am so very sorry. You have no idea how much I miss you. Hopefully I'll be back Sunday night. Monday morning at the latest. I'll write you the moment I return.
Again, I'm so sorry to leave you like this,

Severus
Hermione sat down at her desk, devastated. The office buzzed around her, but she was lost in her own world. Was he really going on a trip? Without her? Don't be selfish, Hermione. Just because you drag him around the world to be with you, doesn't mean he wants to do that too. She couldn't help wondering if he was upset with her. His letters had sounded strange that week. Was he uncomfortable with how close they'd gotten? She shouldn't have been so clingy. There was only so much neediness a man like Snape could take.
She went to the loo and cried for five minutes then pulled herself together and made up her mind not to dwell on it yet. If he was sick of her, she'd have plenty of time to obsess later. There was one good thing about him not coming to her flat: she would have the whole weekend to work on the potion uninterrupted. This was her chance to really concentrate. Please don't leave me before I can figure this out.
Slipping on her cloak and grabbing her notes, she headed home to her empty flat.
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