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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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15 - Soap Soup for the Soul
Snape awoke in the early hours of dawn with Hermione’s hair tickling his face. They were still in the same position in which they’d fallen asleep the night before: her leg hooked around him, face buried in his chest. Wiping her hair out of his face, he felt her hand twitch against his prick. Either she’d drifted off groping him, or her hand had sought him out while she dreamt. Both possibilities were amusing
He was starting to get used to having her around. Sleeping with someone else had been odd at first, but now he looked forward to having her share his bed. The world seemed less dark and demanding the more she was around. The thought of relying on someone else for any reason nauseated him, but the way she made him feel was undeniably a relief. There was something to look forward to with her around. He considered the danger in that as well. What would his days look like when she finally came to her senses and left him? The world would return to its previous dingy grey, and he would go on biting the head off life as it hissed in his face.
He’d had many internal debates over whether to end things before she did, just get it over with. Disappointment seemed inevitable. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Selfishness kept submerging him deeper in her light. He liked it all too much and was unwilling to give it up. He’d finally decided to just let the chips fall where they may and enjoy the arrangement while it lasted. Life had taught him to accept and expect pain; any small reprieve should be welcomed. He would be prepared for the loss this time.
She was too young to know what she getting into, but if she wanted to broaden her horizons with him at the helm, he’d go along for the ride. There were still some things he had in store for her, and he didn’t want to waste any time. It might be limited. Pressing his lips to the top of her hair, he kissed her head. Even her insane hair smelled of sunshine. What is with these damn Gryffindors?
“Wake up, pet,” he murmured. His voice sounded gravelly with sleep.
Hermione could only manage a tired groan. Curling into him, she burrowed into his warmth. Her eyelids were leaden and stayed tightly sealed as his fingers touched her cheek.
“We have to get up soon,” he crooned. “You don’t want anyone to see you going back to your room looking like this, do you?”
“Shh,” she mumbled. “Sleep.”
“No. I want to fuck.”
One of Hermione’s eyes pried itself open. “Hmm?”
“You heard me. You can go back to sleep if you like, but I suspect you’ll find it difficult with me inside you.”
Hermione’s other eyelid lifted, and she blinked at his chest. “Wha’ time issit?”
Severus smirked at her slurred speech. If he had to carry her into the shower to wake her up, he would. I need this to get through the day. “It’s time to fuck. Wake up.”
A groggy giggle tittered out of her. “Issit cock o’clock already?”
Severus grinned. “Yes. You don’t want to be late, do you?”
She rubbed her face against his tickley chest hair. “Nossir.”
“Then open your eyes.”
“So tired,” she mumbled.
“I know how to wake you up,” he muttered under his breath.
He rolled her onto her stomach, and Hermione groaned with disappointment as he disentangled their limbs. The unused sheets were cold, but she buried her face in them as he began to run his hand over her back and bum. A sudden, firm slap to her bottom made her eyes pop open. He quickly slapped her other cheek before she had a chance to react. Her hand darted back to protect herself. “Ow, Severus! Don’t! I’m awake.”
“Not awake enough,” he said, trapping her hand in the small of her back. A squeal followed his next slap, and he pinned her harder to the bed with his left arm. “I want to make sure you’re nice and alert for your day." He gave her three more. “Can’t have you falling asleep in class so close to NEWTs.”
He was too strong for her to escape, but she kicked her legs as her bum burned to life. “I’m awake! I swear.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Are you sure?” he taunted.
“Yes! Please fuck me.”
He made the last two ones she’d remember. When his lips touched her shoulder, she sank with relief. Pushing her hair out of his way, he pressed his chest to her back and moved his lips from her shoulder to her neck, concentrating on the spots that made her moan loudest.
“You’ll have to wear thicker knickers today,” he warned her dryly.
Hermione panted into the sheets. “Why?”
“You don’t want to leave a puddle of my come in your chair, do you?”
She shivered as his lips touched her ear. “No, sir. You’d better come in my mouth. I don’t have any underwear up to the task.”
Smiling, he rubbed his swelling cock against her bum. The way she was wriggling beneath him made him mental. “As you wish.”
“Severus?”
He moved to the back of her neck, smiling when she shuddered. “Hmm?”
“NEWTs are almost here.”
His mouth paused. “And?”
“I have to study.”
He hadn’t been prepared for her to use NEWTs as her excuse to leave him. He’d thought she’d been enjoying herself. “So you won’t be able to see me. I understand.”
Looking at him over her shoulder, she scrunched her nose in confusion. “No, the opposite. I want to see you more.”
He was lost. “What?”
She rolled her hips into his so he’d start moving again. When he rubbed his cock between her cheeks, she smiled and explained. “I can’t concentrate when I don’t see you. I have to focus on revising for the next month. If I don’t see you, I’ll be distracted and anxious. And let’s face it, I’m tense enough without the added pressure of NEWTs. So, I’d like to see you most days.”
“That’s very clever, Miss Granger,” he said, sliding his hand down between her legs. “So, if I say no, I’m to blame for your poor NEWT scores?”
Hermione winced, hurt by his suspicion. “No, I wasn’t trying to trick you. I just . . . never mind.” She turned her face back to the bed so he couldn’t see her.
Severus stopped and thought. He’d like to see her every day, but she was likely to be exhausted at that rate . . . or sick of him in a fortnight. “Turn over, Miss Granger.” He pushed up on his hands and knees so she could move. When she was done twisting around to face him, he wrapped her legs around his hips and settled against her body. “What did you have in mind?”

She met his gaze. “About what?”
“How often would you like to see me?”
Her face brightened. “Every day.”
The weight of his cock rested on her clit, and when he moved against her, her legs tightened around him. “When?”
“Well . . . I usually study in the library till nine or ten then I go back to my room and study with Draco. I could come here instead of going back to my room. Draco will wait till I get back.”
“And what would you like to do when you get here?” he asked, nibbling her neck.
“Mmm. Whatever you want. I don’t care as long as I see you.”
“Whatever I want?” He liked her answer, but she clearly hadn’t thought things through.
“Anything,” she groaned as he latched onto her throat.
“So, you just want to meet every night for some tension relief?”
Her arms wrapped around him. “Yes, sir.”
“I have rounds Tuesdays and Thursdays. You’ll have to come later.”
“Any time, sir.” She couldn’t keep still. The way he was sucking her neck made her clit ache.
“Very well.”
“Really?”
“Yes."
“If you get sick of me, just say so. I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
He laughed into her shoulder. “We’ll see who get sick of whom first.”
“I’m not going to get sick of you,” she assured him. Her attempts to get him to enter her were unsuccessful. He kept pulling away every time she rolled her hips to get him in place. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me, Severus.”
He watched her face. She was biting her lip, worrying it shiny raw with her teeth. “How much do you want it?” He teased her entrance with the tip.
She growled. “Please! Dammit, Severus, I want it!”
“While I appreciate your desire, I expect you to address me with respect. Ask nicely.”
Her nails dug into his back. Her hips were almost violent in her attempt to impale herself. “I’m sorry, sir. I need you. Please!”
“That was nicer. You do seem awfully wet.” He dipped his dick into her and pulled back out, leaving her wanting.
“Fuck!” she moaned. “What are you doing to me? You wake me up to fuck me, but then you won’t do it!”
“I want to make sure you’re ready for it,” he rumbled in her ear. “You’re wet, but you could be wetter.”
If he says wet in my ear one more time, I’m going to rip out his hair. She was on the verge of tears. Her stomach was so twisted she felt as if she were going to be sick. If this was a test, she didn’t want to fail; but if he was just torturing her for fun, she’d kill him. “I can’t get any wetter.”
He slipped two fingers inside her. “You’re almost ready. Tell me what you want to do tonight.”
“NNNgh!” she sank her nails into his bum. She needed to get the tension out somehow. Hurting him seemed fair. “I want you to punish me.”
Snape was pleased with her effort to obey his wishes, and her answer was a nice bonus; but she was about a second away from drawing blood. “That can be arranged. Now take your nails out of me, or that punishment will be extremely unpleasant.”
“Not until you’re inside me.”
He stopped moving. “Did you just give me an ultimatum?”
Hermione met his eyes. He looked serious. “No.” She released his bum.
“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”
Hermione bit her lips into a tight line. “Yes. I’m sorry, sir.”
“I guess you’re going to get your wish for that punishment tonight.”
“I’m really sorry, sir.”
“I know you are, pet. But you’ve got to learn some self-control. As soon as you get excited, you lose your head.”
She winced. “I know. I’ll do better. I promise.”
He nodded. “All right. We’ll discuss it later.” His hand moved between them, and he gripped his cock, running it through her folds. “Who’s in charge here?”
“You are, sir.”
“Very good." He slipped partway inside her. “Who decides when we fuck?"
“You do,” she groaned. His cock was stretching her, making her legs shake.
He pressed the rest of the way in and stopped. “Now, what do you want?”
Hermione studied his face for several seconds. She wanted him to fuck her brains out. “I want you to be in charge.”
A smile curled his lips. “Very good answer, pet.”
His hips pulled away, and he slammed back into her. Hermione arched her back as the impact rang through her. It felt as if his dick was stabbing something. He thrust hard again, and she grimaced, pushing on his shoulder. “Stop, Severus.”
He froze. She’d never asked him to stop before. “What’s wrong?”
“It hurts.”
“How does it hurt?” Pulling out, he sank down to her muff and slipped a finger inside her. She didn’t seem to be bleeding.
“I don’t know, kind of like cramps.”
He pushed in to the second knuckle and clearly felt her cervix pressing against his finger. His cock was quite a bit longer than his finger; it must have been hitting her pretty hard when he was thrusting. “Your cervix is just lowered. I’ll go easier on you.”
“How do you know?” she asked, looking down at him.
He smiled. “Because I can feel it; usually I have to go all the way in. It’ll go back to normal in a day or two; don’t look so worried.”
“How do you know it’ll go back?”
“It can shift with your cycle. Haven’t you ever noticed it before?”
“No.”
“Feel for yourself,” he said, bringing her hand down to her pussy. “Use your finger.”
She pushed her middle finger up her vagina. “What am I feeling for?”
“Push in till you feel something push back. It’ll feel like the tip of your nose.”
“I feel it. Why doesn’t it hurt when I touch it?”
He pulled away her hand and got back between her legs. “It only hurt because I hit it so hard. I’ll be gentle this time. Let’s see how you like a different angle.”
He got some pillows and propped up her hips. As he entered her again, Hermione tensed; but when there was no stabbing, she relaxed again. He stayed kneeling and held her legs up to his shoulders. The position made his dick feel different. She liked it.
“Better?” he asked with a smirk.
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Tell me if it hurts,” he said and thrust in again.
She nodded. “It’s good.”
He smiled and kissed the side of her foot. He was glad they had a lot of time, it would take her longer to come in that positon, but hopefully it would be more intense.
Hermione felt her body relax into his thrusting. The tension was slow to build. Instead of feeling as though he were pushing her toward a cliff, her insides churned out the pleasure slowly, like stirring ice cream. It was a nice change. His movements started out gentle, but she noticed he didn’t maintain that pace. As the minutes passed, he got faster and harder. There was a dull ache inside her, but it didn’t hurt.
“How do you feel, pet?” He’d been watching her face for signs discomfort, but she often appeared to be in pain when climaxing, so he couldn’t take her at face value.
“Good. I want to come.”
“Not yet. Let it build.”
“Yes, sir.” After the ultimatum incident, she didn’t want to test his patience. “Sir? Will you put up the mirror?”
He smirked at her and summoned his wand. When the mirror was in place, he watched her gaze at their reflection. Her eyes darkened even further.
It made her mental to watch him. The way his bum flexed as he moved was beautiful. She wanted to grab a handful and force him to go faster. Hermione spent the next five minutes imagining all the things she could do to that arse. She was concerned he might see what she was thinking, but then realized if he had seen it, he would have been thrusting a lot harder (or laughing at her).
Draco’s words kept drifting through her head. Maybe, if Snape wasn’t going to ever say anything, she should say something. Maybe if he knew that she cared about him, he’d loosen up. But he might go the other way too; knowing she cared might scare him off. But then again it wasn’t as if she were proclaiming her undying love. She didn’t want to marry him, she just wanted to be closer to him. Don’t friends care about each other? Were they friends? “Severus?”
“Hmm?” His brain was empty. The feel of her surrounding him had blunted reality.
I care about you. “I love your cock.”
He tore his eyes from her jiggling tits to look at her face. A small smile broke through the scowl. “Do you?”
“Yes. I love your voice too.”
His eyebrows lifted. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but if you think this is going to make me go easier on you tonight, you’re wasting your time.”
She shook her head. “No, I deserve whatever happens.”
“Then what’s brought about this sudden burst of compliments?”
“I just wanted you to know.”
“That’s very . . . kind of you, pet.” The Slytherin in him couldn’t stop wondering what her true motives might be. Most people only started in on the compliments when they wanted something. He couldn’t say she’d ever really done that though.
She smiled at him. “I wish we could spend all day like this.”
“The summer will be here soon.” He teased her clit with his finger, smiling when she gasped.
“Have you ever shagged a witch in public?"
“Yes.”
“Was it exciting?”
“Yes.”
“Will you shag me in public?”
“I thought you were worried about publicity.”
“We could go somewhere where nobody knows us.”
“Like where?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Another country.”
“If that's what you want, I’ll figure out something. Let’s see how you do at Eros first. It should be enough to satisfy your exhibitionist streak.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you going to shag me there? In front of everybody?”
“That was part of my plan, yes.”
She had thought he was going to ease her into things. Thinking about people watching him pound into her made her insanely scared and horny. She nodded. “I want that.”
Snape smirked. “I know, pet.”
“I’m getting closer. Please fuck me harder.”
“No.”
Her fingers twisted in the sheets. “You’re not going to let me come?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I’m never going to get there like this,” she whined, indicating his intermittent clitoral stimulation and medium pace.
“Yes, you will.”
His calm assurance did nothing to assuage her. She felt like an engine that had been left to idle; if he didn’t hit the gas soon, she was going to stall. He kept gently touching her clit, stopping as soon as the pleasure started to build. “Will you at least talk to me then?”
“I am talking to you.”
“You know what I mean,” she whimpered as he started in on her clit again. “Please make me come with your voice.”
He pulled away his finger. “How close are you?”
“So, so close. Please keep touching me.”
Severus ran his wet finger down her inner thigh.
“I mean my clit,” she groaned.
He needed to be careful. He wanted her right on the edge so the internal stimulation pushed her over. Just barely touching her hard little nub, Snape brought her to the edge again. As soon as she got quiet and still, he pulled away. It had only taken her about ten seconds to get to that point. Each time he returned, her threshold was shorter. She’s going to explode any minute now. “You’re so close, love. Do you feel it building?”
“Yes, sir! I can’t take much more of this.”
“Just relax. We have plenty of time. I want to feel your sweet little pussy clenching around my cock." It looked as if she was going to start crying. She needs to let go if this is going to happen. “That’s my good girl,” he purred. “Feel me getting deeper?”
She nodded.
“Does it feel good?”
“Gods, yes!”
He grazed her clit again, and she arched up off the bed. In just a couple seconds, her walls were stuttering. He took away his finger, and her pussy muscles clamped around him.
Hermione’s orgasm finally hit her, but it wasn’t the release she expected. It was a possession. It felt as if every organ in her pelvis was pushing and pulling in opposite directions, rolling and churning like waves. Her hips jerked and circled, going along for the ride.
“Yesss,” he hissed.
She couldn’t stop staring at him. His coal black eyes glinted at her from the shadows of his face. When she tried to say his name, no sound came from her lips. All the air in her body was trapped in her lungs. Just as slowly as the contractions built, they faded, leaving her abdominals and thighs exhausted. She gasped and panted as the spasms inside her died.
“Fuck.” It was all she could manage. Her brain was still swimming, and his name had too many syllables.
“You’re bloody beautiful when you come, pet,” he whispered as his hips slowed.
Hermione smiled at him as she floated back into reality. “I want to watch you now."
His lips twitched to a smile. “Do you still want me in your mouth?”
Her smile grew to an excited grin as she gave him an enthusiastic nod. “Definitely.”
Falling onto his hands, he held himself over her. “I think my dick’s starting to prune from being in you so long.”
She stoked his face. “That’s what you get for being so damn patient.”
Snorting, he turned his head and kissed her palm. “Were you not satisfied?”
Hermione pulled his face closer and brushed her lips over his. “Extremely.”
“Are you ready to suck my cock? My balls are starting to ache.”
Grinning, she kissed him. “I’m always ready to suck your cock. I think about it all the time.”
His hips involuntarily pressed forward, burying himself deeper in her heat. “Show me what you think about. I didn’t get to watch you last night.”
She gave him a soft kiss. “I want to make you come so hard you can’t walk straight the rest of the day.”
He tried not to laugh. Her inclination to say whatever she was thinking was going to get her in trouble. It already has. She needs to learn some restraint. “Stop talking and prove it.”
Her hands slid down to his bum, squeezing his cheeks. “Yes, sir.”
After slipping out of her, he rolled to the side, watching as she sank lower and ran her lips over his belly and hips. His knob felt as if it had been worn smooth. Either she guessed he was overstimulated or she just wanted to tease him, because she avoided his cock and kissed her way to his bollocks. The way she sucked and pulled his sac was perfect. He recognized an improvement in technique when he felt it.
“Where’d you learn that?” he muttered as he stroked her head.
She froze. “Um . . . observation.” Telling him that she learned it from Draco might not be the right thing to say.
Severus’s suspicious nature was only piqued by her evasiveness. “Observation? Of whom?”
“Um . . . Draco.”
She must be very observant. “Then the other night wasn’t a complete debacle. Keep going.”
She went back to his scrotum and tried to copy what she’d seen Draco do. Her fingers crept towards his back entrance, and she rubbed over it as she sucked. With a low grunt, his hand tightened in her hair.
“What the hell did Draco show you?”
Hermione’s chest shook as she held in a laugh. “Not all this. I just asked him to show me how he liked his balls played with. And he did.”
Bloody hell. What would she pick up when he took her Eros? Her finger gently prodded his bum, and her lips met his twitching erection when it jumped. Dammit. She planned that. Her tongue flicked its way down the underside of his penis, and he twitched again. She went lower, lifting his balls and licking around her questing finger. He could feel her lubing him with her saliva. His cock turned to iron as she eased her finger in deeper. When she found his prostate, he almost bucked off the bed.
Her mouth, blessedly, returned to his cock; and his stomach clenched as her lips wrapped him in warm, wet heat. The pace was insanely slow, but she was using enough suction to make up for it. Her tongue kept tapping and swirling as she moved up and down. When her other hand tightened into a constricting ring at the base of his cock, his flesh swelled and filled until his knob had a heartbeat.
His body strayed dangerously close to the edge. “Good God, girl. I’m going to drown you if you keep that up.” His balls felt as if they were about to overflow.
She slowed down her sucking but didn’t stop. She wanted to drag it out and make him beg for it like he’d done to her.
“Be careful,” he warned. “I wont be pleasant if you start teasing me now.”
Pleasant? That wasn’t a word she associated with Snape, even on a good day. She wasn’t about to rattle the cage of someone who was going to punish her later that night. When she went back to the previous tempo, he started breathing the harsh grunting exhales that she associated with his imminent release. His hips twitched toward her mouth, cutting off her air each time he touched her throat.
“Swallow me, pet. Don’t miss a drop.”
The cream burst up from his balls, racking him with jolts of pleasure. He could feel each delicious throb push past the tight ring of her fingers and surge up the length of his cock. After so much buildup, the release was glorious. “Fuck!”
Hermione let his hips do the work. When he started to slow, she released the suction. Her fingers retreated from his body, and she let the blood flow out of his dick. He sighed as she rubbed his balls and licked him clean.
“That was stupendous, pet. Did you swallow it all?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then come up here where I can see you.”
Hermione climbed up his body and lay beside him, petting his chest with her fingertips.
“Be here at 10:30 tonight when I’m done with rounds.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to make it clear that just because I let you come this morning does not mean that you are off the hook tonight. It will be a real punishment. You will not be sitting comfortably tomorrow.”
She stared at his chest. “I understand.”
“If you continue to forget the rules of our arrangement, the punishments will increase. I don’t recommend you go for a third offense.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t.”
“Good. Do you understand the difference between enjoying yourself and what you did wrong this morning?”
Hermione couldn’t look at him. I know, I know. Stop talking about what I did wrong! “Yes, sir.”
“Explain it to me.”
Her face filled with heat as she considered how to answer him. “I got frustrated and tried to take control.”
“And?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“I warned you and you chose to ignore that warning. Insubordination will not be tolerated.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“I’ll accept that apology after your punishment tonight when you’ve proven that you’ve learnt your lesson.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded. His disappointment was clear in his tone. She knew he wasn’t angry. He rarely got angry with her; but her continued failure to submit completely to him was a glaring black mark on her willpower. She had always considered herself well-disciplined, but suddenly she felt like a lazy roustabout. Was she so headstrong that she couldn’t even keep her mouth shut? No! There had been plenty of times she’d kept her thoughts to herself. Bloody hell, she was the one always telling Harry and Ron to just let things go. Why couldn’t she take her own advice? “Yes, sir. I won’t let you down.”
She met his eyes, and Severus saw the determined look on her face. He knew she meant it, but he needed to make sure her obedience was internalized before he took her anywhere public. He wanted her to be as disciplined sexually as she was about school. “I know you won’t. You'd better go get dressed and get back to your room. People will be getting up soon.”
Hermione nodded and started to wiggle away from him toward the edge of the bed. She paused. He hadn’t touched her since he came, and she realized she felt disappointed that he hadn’t kissed her goodbye.
“Did you forget how to get dressed?”
“No, sir.” What if she asked him to kiss her and he refused? I’d feel even worse than I do now.
“What is it?”
She could just kiss him . . . but she’d waited too long, and now it would seem awkward. “Nothing.”
“Miss Granger,” he said in warning. “If you have something to say, say it.”
She didn’t turn around; she felt like an idiot. “Will you kiss me goodbye?”
Both his eyebrows rose in surprise. He didn’t know what he was expecting her to say, but that wasn’t it. There was only a slight hesitation in him. If she was being punished, he shouldn’t show her any affection until it was over. But the punishment hadn’t started yet. “Turn around, Miss Granger. Look at me.”
Hermione rolled back over to face him.
“I will always kiss you goodbye.” He turned her face up to his. “Did you think I wouldn’t do it?”
Shrugging, she let her eyes fall to his chin.
“Look at me.” When she met his gaze again, he pressed his thumb to her lower lip. “Are you nervous about tonight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You should be. Once I correct your behavior, I’ll kiss you for real. But I don’t want you to think I’m denying you out of anger. Denial is part of a punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and kissed her forehead. “Do you want more?”
“Yes please, sir.”
His lips touched her brow then slid over to her temple. Her eyes closed as he kissed his way down her cheek.
“Better?”
A smile crept onto her face. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Snape slid his hand down her neck. “Go get dressed.”
Hermione rolled out of the bed and found her bra and knickers. Her robes and Harry’s cloak were on the floor.
Slipping into her robes, she turned back to see him climbing out of the bed. He held her by the arms and looked down at her as though he wanted to say something. It seemed he was studying her, and she wondered what he could see in her head. When he didn’t say anything, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his chest. He didn’t stop her when she put her arms around him and kissed his sternum.
Looking up, she smiled. “Have a good day, Severus. I’ll miss you.”

His brow furrowed for a second before relaxing back to normal. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that tonight. Don’t be late.”
“I won’t be, sir.” She pecked his pectoral and turned to leave. If she looked at him one more time, she might never go.
“Wear your plug tonight, Miss Granger.”
She paused with her hand on the door. “Anything else, sir?”
“I suggest your uniform, but if you want to run through the halls nude, I won’t stop you.”
She smiled and shook her head as she left. Slytherin humor was nothing if not sarcastic.
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The day went by like a funhouse of time. One class would drag by, time slowed to a crawl; the next would be over before she could blink. Harry and Ron kept her mind distracted in all the classes they shared, but in Arithmancy all she could do was obsess about what Snape had in store for her that night. She tried to enjoy sitting while she still could.
At lunch, Ginny kicked her under the table, and Hermione tore her eyes away from Snape’s sharp features. She hadn’t realized she’d been staring.
Ginny leaned closer so Harry and Ron wouldn’t overhear them. “Was the cloak as handy as you planned?”
Hermione smiled. “It exceeded expectations.”
“Can we have it back? We want to sneak off to the Room of Requirement tonight.”
“Of course. It’s in my room. Come with me after lunch, and I’ll get it for you.”
“Just bring it to the library tonight. We can’t sneak out until Ron’s in bed.”
Hermione glanced at Ron. “Don’t you think he knows by now?”
Ginny shook her head with a small laugh. “He prefers ignorance, and I’m not about to flaunt it in his face. He could make it difficult for me over the summer. You know, tell Mum. She’ll never let me go to Grimmauld Place if she thinks I’m just there to shag Harry.”
Harry squeezed Ginny’s thigh under the table. “I heard that,” he muttered.
Ginny grinned and gave him a squeeze back. She leaned in closer to Hermione. “Are you meeting anyone tonight?”
Hermione nodded and glanced up at the head table. Snape held her eye for a second before turning back to his meal. “I’m in trouble.”
Ginny tried her best not to laugh. “How bad?”
Hermione sighed at her plate of chicken. “Bad.”
“So should I send some ice packs up to your room, or are you looking forward to it?”
Hermione bit back a grin. “Maybe both.”
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Draco was working with her in the library after dinner. Harry and Ron had been surprised that she'd brought him along but hadn’t said anything rude, so she hoped they were really okay with it. Draco took excellent notes and was actually a great person to study with. Ginny seemed intrigued by the whole set up, smirking at her and studying Draco when no one was looking.
Hermione wrote out an outline of things Harry should know for the History exam, and he was checking with it as he read and made notes. Ron was grimacing over his Astronomy book, copying a diagram of stars and moons.
“How’s a person supposed to remember all these bloody names from three years ago?” Ron muttered. “When am I ever going to need to know this?”
“You’re going to need to know it at the end of the month,” Hermione assured him. “Just think of a mnemonic device to help you remember.”
“Like what?”
“I eat Gunther’s crumpets,” Draco mumbled.
Ron’s brows pinched together in a tight line. “What?”
“Who’s Gunther?” Harry asked, looking almost as confused as Ron.
“Gunther was the McNair’s old house elf,” Draco said, as if that explained everything.
Hermione giggled. “Jupiter’s biggest moons are Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto. The first letters are the same in Draco’s phrase. They’re in order by distance.”
Understanding untwisted Ron’s features. “Oh. Say, that’s pretty good. Except I don’t know Gunther. Maybe I’ll change it to Ginny’s crumpets.”
“I don’t make crumpets,” Ginny pointed out.
“S’not the point, is it? I’ve just got to be able to remember it, don’t I?”
Draco snorted into his Potions notes. “And it sounds so much less perverted than my suggestion.”
Hermione snickered at her equation.
“Hermione!” Ron sputtered. “Don’t encourage him. That’s disgusting.”
That only made her laugh harder.
Harry looked at Ginny and smirked. “I’ve thought of a better word than crumpets.”
Ginny, Draco, and Hermione all covered their mouths so no one would hear their laughter.
Ron plastered his hands over his ears. “Ew! That’s my sister.”
“Sorry, mate,” Harry said with a grin. “But I know I’m never going to forget those moons again.”
“Ugh!” Ron looked to Hermione for support but was dismayed to see her face buried in her arm, her back shaking with laughter. “Seriously, Hermione? You too? You’re all sick.”
“Sorry, Ron,” she muttered, wiping her eyes. “If it makes you uncomfortable, we can go back to Gunther.”
“I’m going to go find a book. I hope you lot are normal by the time I get back.” He stalked off toward the Astronomy section and left them all giggling round the table.
Hermione looked across the table at her friend. “That was a little cruel, Harry."
“No,” Draco drawled, “that was hilarious. I’ll never think of Gunther again.”
Ginny poked Harry in the arm. “Don’t forget we need his help if we’re going to see each other this summer.”
Harry nodded. “I’ll go apologize. I didn’t think.”
“No,” Ginny said. “I’ll go talk to him. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Hermione checked her watch. Ten twenty-five? Bugger! She started shoving her books and parchment back into her bag.
“What’s gotten into you?” Harry asked.
“I . . .” she didn’t know what to say. I’m going to be late for my date with Snape. She didn’t want to lie to Harry, but there wasn’t much choice. The problem was, she didn’t have anything planned; there was no excuse for suddenly running out of the library at 10:25.
“We’ve got Head duties scheduled for 10:30,” Draco said.
“Oh.” Harry shrugged, going back to his notes. “See you tomorrow, Hermione.”
Ginny was giving her a knowing smirk, and Hermione turned to find Draco giving her a matching look. He winked at her and started packing up his books.
Malfoy walked with her out to the hall. “Meeting someone?”
“Yes. Thank you for saving me back there. I didn’t know it was so late . . . and I didn’t know what to say.”
“Give me your bag; I’ll take it back to our room. You really are going to be late if you don’t hurry.”
She hefted her bag off her shoulder and handed it to him. “Thanks, Draco. I owe you one.”
They started off in the same direction. “You don’t owe me Granger. But if you could tell Snape I saved you, he might not kill me for the other night.”
“He’s not going to kill you,” she said as she started jogging away. “I smoothed things over with him.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you’re safe.” She got to her shortcut. “Thanks again, Draco. I’ll be back later.”
He smiled after her. Granger was a good girl.
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As Hermione rounded the dungeon corner, she saw Snape approaching from the opposite direction. I must be on time if he isn’t in his room yet. They met at the door to his office.
“Cutting this close, aren’t you?” he chided.
“I got caught up in the library. I’m not really late, am I?”
“No. Come in.” He pushed open the door and ushered her inside. They went through to his room, and he led her to stand next to the fireplace. “Face the wall while I get things ready.”
Hermione wanted to ask “what things?” but was afraid to find out. The stone wall was cold, but the fireplace countered the chill. He was right behind her, and once she was in place, he pulled off her robes, tossing them aside. He shoved her skirt into her waistband and pushed her knickers down to her knees. She put her hands on her head before he could tell her to.
Severus smiled behind her. “Spread your legs and put your nose to the wall.”
Her knickers were restraining her legs, but she did the best she could.
“Where is your plug, Miss Granger?”
She banged her forehead against the wall. “I forgot. I didn’t have time to go back to my room. I’ll go get it.”
“Keep your nose on the wall,” he growled. “I can’t believe you forgot after our talk this morning. This night just got a lot longer for you.”
Tears pricked the backs of her eyes. Fear took a backseat to the raging guilt washing over her. How could you be so stupid, Hermione? You can remember every book you ever read, but you can’t remember one small direction from the one man you want to make happy. Silent tears were streaming down her face; she was glad he was in the bathroom so he wouldn’t see. What kind of wimp cries because they’re stuck in a corner without their plug? It sounded ridiculous. But no matter how ridiculous it sounded, she couldn’t stop crying. She’d faced Death Eaters and madmen, but she couldn’t face a wall.
Hermione heard him walking around the room, moving things about. Whatever he had planned would undoubtedly hurt, but there was no way she could possibly feel worse. No, she thought, if he sent me away, I’d feel worse. He was behind her again, and she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe normally so he wouldn’t know she’d been crying.
“Where in your room is your plug?”
“Side table drawer,” she whispered.
He left without another word. She didn’t move a muscle. Her eyes were almost swollen shut from crying. He’d notice as soon as she turned around. The room was so silent without him there. The only sounds came from the fireplace popping and crackling to her right.
The door next to her opened, and she heard him walk toward the bed then to the bathroom. When he came back, he went and poured himself a drink. Hermione knew he was sitting there staring at her. She’d stay perfectly still and do everything he asked—anything to make him happy. Her shoulders started to shake even though her crying was mute.
There was a knock at his office door, and he went to answer it. Who would be visiting so late at night? She heard the door creak open in his office and low voices. Her eyes got bigger as two sets of footsteps approached and entered Snape’s private quarters. Was he really going to let someone see her like this?
“Draco has kindly collected your plug and delivered it. What do you say?”
She almost cried harder in relief that it was just Malfoy. “Thank you, Draco.”
“I don’t think you should thank me just yet,” Malfoy muttered.
Gods, what did that mean?
“Would you like to stay, Draco?” Snape asked him.
“I don’t know.” Draco felt a change in the air. Snape seemed to be simmering, and Granger was crying as though she'd just failed a test. It couldn’t have been less sexual. He was curious what Snape was going to do to her, but he was already uncomfortable about her crying. “I’ll stay for a bit.”
“Have a seat,” Snape muttered. “Miss Granger, reach back and hold yourself open.”
She kept her nose on the wall while she spread her cheeks wide. Cold metal touched her anus, and she bit her lips as it slipped inside. It felt weird and tingly and slowly got warmer and warmer until her hole was burning.
“How does it feel?” Snape asked.
“It’s stinging, sir.”
“Peppermint will do that. Take off your knickers and go sit in the chair. We need to discuss what's going to happen tonight.”
Hermione was panting and sniffling as she wiggled her panties to the floor. Every inch of movement made the burning in her backside increase. When she tried to sit, she jumped up as soon as the plug hit the seat.
“Sit down,” Snape hissed.
She finally managed it and did her best to keep still.
“Now,” Snape began, standing directly in front of her so she either had to meet his gaze or stare at his crotch. “Let’s discuss your punishment tonight. Technically, it’s already begun, but that was your choice when you forgot your plug. I don’t think you’ll be forgetting it again any time soon, so let’s move on. This morning marked your second instance of insubordination with me. You stated the problem quite accurately: your frustration is overruling your normally excellent restraint. I have warned you enough times. The issue will be resolved tonight.”
Hermione was shaking from shame and discomfort. She wouldn’t let him down again. Even if her arse caught fire.
“You need to learn to control your mouth. Yes?”
Hermione nodded and wiped the tears from her face. “Yes, sir.”
He went to the bathroom and came back with a bar of soap. “Open wide.”
She did. No one had ever washed her mouth out with soap. It sounded horrid.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Snape wetted all sides of the soap against her tongue. She made a face but didn’t pull away.
“Bite down.”
She held the soap in her mouth, and he let go. It tasted like poison.
“Now, let’s talk about control. You agreed that, while you were with me, I would be in control of your pain and pleasure. Would you like to back out of that arrangement?”
Hermione vigorously shook her head no.
“Good. Then you need to understand that I will give you whatever you need when I decide to do so. It will be on my schedule, not yours. Bargaining and arguing have no place here. Is that clear?"
Hermione nodded. Her eyes were watering from the taste, and her saliva was pooling in her mouth like soap soup.
“Then we can move on to what your punishment will be. It will be your choice between the cane or the large paddle. You will get six hard strokes with whichever you choose. I doubt you’ll make it through even one without bawling, so I suggest you prepare yourself now before we start. After that’s over, we are going to work on your control. In the face of imminent release you seem to be the weakest, so we will spend the rest of the night keeping you in that state and making sure that you can maintain control. If you convince me you can master your own desire, I might let you climax at the end of our time. If you do not convince me, you will go back to your room unrelieved.”
It felt like a fiery candy cane was shoved up her bum. Hermione could barely concentrate on what he was saying. The bitter taste of the soap was burning her tongue. She started to gag but forced herself to stay calm. Just choosing between the paddle or the cane sounded impossible. How was she going to get through the hits? And was he really going to keep her on the edge of orgasm for the rest of the night? She had to assume that meant curfew.
“I want you to sit here for five more minutes and think about this.”
He left her sitting in the chair and went to wash his hands. His fingers were tingling from the oil he’d used on her plug.
Hermione stared into space. If she wanted to keep seeing him, she had to get through his punishment. After a few minutes, she decided that the only way she would make it would be to take it one step at a time. If she thought about how many hits she had left, she’d break down. If she thought about how he was going to keep her from coming, she’d start crying again. The night would seem even longer if she kept reliving it all in her head.
He finally came back. “I’ll give you five minutes to get ready in the bathroom. You may remove the soap and the plug. Rinse out your mouth and do whatever you'd like for your backside then come back out here and tell me your choice. Have you got that?”
Hermione nodded.
“Go on then.”
She was across the room as fast as her bum would allow. She couldn’t look at Draco as she dodged past. As soon as she was in the bathroom, she lunged for the sink and spit out the soap. That taste was never going to go away. She scrubbed her tongue with water for a minute before giving up and pulling out her plug. The snake’s head hissed back at her from the basin, and she panted as the burning continued. She got a washcloth drenched with cold water and covered her finger with it then tried to wipe out her insides. It got a little better, but she was still too hot. It was unclear how much longer she had, so she went back to trying to rinse out her mouth. Not enough time! Her mouth still tasted horrible, and her bum still burned. A knock at the door told her the clock had run out.
“Feeling better, Miss Granger?” he asked when she stood before him.
“No, sir,” she whispered. She kept her eyes on his shoes.
“The burning will diminish in a few hours. The soap will probably last until you brush your teeth. Which have you decided on, the cane or the paddle?”
“The cane, sir.” Better the devil you know. He’d only hit her medium hard with the paddle before.
“Very well. Take off your skirt and bend over the chair seat.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as she let her skirt fall. One thing at a time. When her hands were on the leather seat, she started shaking. Flashbacks of her first night in his room filled her thoughts.
“Spread your legs,” he said, tapping her inner thighs with the cane.
When she was in position, he stood at her side and tapped at the curviest part of her bottom. Draco had a worried expression on his face. Severus wondered what he was thinking. “You don’t have to count, Miss Granger. I doubt you’ll be able.”
He laid on the first one without waiting.
Her right leg jerked up as she hissed. “Oww.”
“Back in position.”
She complied immediately, so Snape didn’t threaten her further. He tapped her backside again, and she started crying, the pain catching up with her. Her shoulders shook, but she didn’t make a sound.
The cane cut through the air, and he saw her skin sink in with the impact. She started making sounds after that one—a harsh gasp and then the stuttered note of tears. She kept her feet down that time, but her back curled.
“Arch your back.”
Hermione didn’t hesitate, sticking out her bum for him. Her skin was screaming, but she didn’t want to seem obstinate.
Severus laid the next one on below the first two. She made a choked scream in her throat and balled her hands into fists on the seat. He could see her tears pooling on the leather. Steeling himself, he tried to block out the sound of her crying. Just three more, Severus. She has to learn.
The cane marked the next spot it was to land on. Severus brought his arm back and struck her for the fourth time. She popped up and immediately forced herself back down, kicking her leg once against the stone floor. Her sobbing was uncontrollable.
He went lower, right over her sweet spot. She wasn’t going to like this. The cane cracked against her bum. No sound came out of her for several seconds, and then she gasped and sobbed even louder.
Snape wanted to get it over with. Listening to her cry that hard was making him sick to his stomach. “Last one,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself.
The last stroke landed with sharp crack, and she rocked forward with the impact. Hermione wanted to lie down on the floor and rest. It felt as if she’d just run a mile. She couldn’t breathe through her nose, and her head was getting light and sparkly as if she might faint. Her bum hurt too much to stand.
He helped her up and ran the tip of his wand down her nose. Her sinuses cleared. Hermione couldn’t stop crying, but at least she could breathe again. He picked her up and sat in the chair with her curled sideways in his lap. His hands smoothed lightly over her backside, but her bum continued to blaze like an inferno.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Look at me.” He cupped her face as she cried. “You were excellent, pet. You can rest now.”
Hermione buried her face in his shoulder and cried harder. She couldn’t think about any further punishment. Her world didn’t extend beyond the searing heat crisscrossing her backside.
Snape held her tightly. He wasn’t one for nurturing, but he’d do whatever he could to get her to stop crying. When he ran his hand up and down her back, she slowly started to calm.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. “It’s all over. Take a deep breath.”
He didn’t care if Draco could hear him or what the Head Boy thought. Caning her for fun and caning her for real were two different things, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to ever do it again. Pulling her face from his shoulder, Severus made her look at him. “You were perfect. Do you hear me? I couldn’t have asked you to do better.”
Hermione nodded and wiped her wet face. As long as he kept petting her back and whispering to her, she’d be all right. “Is Draco okay?”
Snape stared down at her for a few blank seconds and then started to laugh. “She wants to know if you’re okay, Draco.”
Malfoy’s blond brows rose in surprise. “Me!”
Snape’s head fell back against the chair as he chuckled. “I think she’s worried you’ve been traumatized.”
“Me? She’s the one with black and blue lines covering her bum. Bloody hell, Granger. How are you going to sit tomorrow?”
Snape kissed her forehead. “I think Draco needs some assurance that you are really all right. Please give it to him. He looks as though he wants to punch me in the face.”
Hermione gave him a weak smile. Her fingers were clamped so tightly around the front of his shirt her hand ached. “I’ll be okay, Draco.” Her voice came out sounding shaky and quiet.
“What was that?” Malfoy leaned forward in his chair so he could hear her better.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hermione said it louder, “I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay,” he muttered.
“See?” Severus whispered to her. “Draco does care about you. Would you like to show him your pretty new marks?”
The entire evening had been overwhelming for her. Extreme pain was not a turn on (and neither was Snape’s disapproval), but thinking about Draco inspecting her bum did turn her on just a little. She wasn’t ready to leave Snape’s lap though. “Don’t let go of me, sir.”
His lips twitched, and he nodded. “I won’t. Not until you tell me you’re all right.”
Her breathing finally steadied, and he wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks.
His hand slid up her inner thigh. “Open your legs for me, pet.”
Hermione sniffed once then slowly parted her thighs. Every move made her bum ache. His hand slid up to her muff, and the side of his finger grazed her slit. He smiled and pushed her legs wider, tilting his head to look at her exposed sex.
“You are so wet, love.”
Tears pricked her eyes again. “I didn’t like it, I swear!”
The arm around her shoulders pulled her closer. “Shh. I know you didn’t. That wasn’t what I meant by it.”
“I’m not turned on. Why am I so wet?”
“Don’t worry about it, pet. I know you didn’t enjoy the cane. But I think we should use this to our advantage, don’t you?”
“I guess so. What are you going to do exactly?”
“I’m just going to touch you. Are you going to keep being a good girl for me?”
“Yes, sir. What do I do?”
“Nothing. Just don’t climax.”
She took a deep, shaky breath. “Okay.”
“I’ll give you some more time to calm down first. Do you want to go clean up in the bathroom?”
She was reluctant to let go of him. “Yes. You’ll stay right here, won’t you?”
“Where would I go?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll be here. Go rinse off your face.”
He helped her out of his lap. Her bum felt stiff and sore as she tried to walk. It was horribly embarrassing walking past Draco while she was naked from the waist down (even if he’d seen her totally nude).
When Granger closed the bathroom door, Draco leaned forward. “Should I leave?”
“No, I want you to take her back to her room when we’re through.”
“If she starts crying again, I’m out of here.”
“I’m not going to hurt her.”
“I don’t think that matters. She’d start crying right now if you just told her you were unhappy with her.”
“Probably, but I have no intension of saying such a thing unless she gets out of control.”
“How long are you going to edge her?”
Snape checked the clock. “Forty-five minutes. I don’t want you two caught out after curfew.”
“You don’t think that’s going to make her cry?”
Snape rubbed his lower lip. “She might. Don’t you want to watch her come?”
“Are you going to let her?”
“As long as she keeps her head.”
Draco sighed. “I want to see it. But if she starts bawling again, I’m going to your office.”
“I doubt you can come on her from there.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “It was an accident.”
“That’s what I hear.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“That you’ll keep your bodily effluvia off my . . .” Snape stopped. He didn’t know what to call her.
Draco grinned. “Off your . . . ?”
“Stop grinning at me like that.”
The Head Boy sarcastically straightened his face. “Off your . . . ? Go on.”
Snape sneered at him. “My Head Girl.”
The grin reappeared. “Is that a title of distinction or a job description?”
The Potions master shrugged. “Either.”
“Maybe you should tell her that,” Draco said, picking some imaginary lint off his sweater (but watching Snape out of the corner of his eye).
“Why?”
Draco shrugged absently. “I don't know. Maybe she’s confused about your relationship. I’m sure she doesn’t know what to call you either.”
Severus considered that. It was a complicated arrangement. It sounded juvenile to label them boyfriend-girlfriend, but they were exclusive. He’d grown very attached to her. How did one label that?
“Don’t you care about her?” Draco asked quietly.
Snape did, but he wasn’t about to tell Malfoy that.
“She cares about you.”
Severus eyed the blond. “Did she tell you that?”
“She didn’t have to. I’m not blind.” Unlike you two.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Hermione stepped out, covering her pubic area with her hands and not meeting anyone’s eye.
“You look better,” Snape commented. “Are you ready to proceed?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded to the floor.
“Come sit in my lap. Unless you’d prefer to be over my knee.”
Straddling him seemed safer . . . and more fun. Don’t think that. You’re not supposed to enjoy this. She sat astride his lap, and he lightly touched her clit, keeping his eyes on her face to gauge her reaction.
Severus watched her eyes slowly close and open; there was a gentle sway to her body as he teased her. She never looked away from him. He could easily scan her thoughts, but he didn’t need to. Everything was written on her face. Her breathing got louder and harder. In less than five minutes, she was bucking and twitching against him, silently begging him for more. He kept his touch light and steady.
“I want you to tell me whenever you get too close,” he murmured. “I want you right on the edge.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered back. If ‘ten’ was orgasm, she was already at a 'seven.'
He didn’t vary his pressure or tempo. She tried her best not to move, but she could hear the harsh sound of her own breathing giving her away. The tension wound tighter.
“Now,” she panted.
His finger pulled away, and the clenching in her pelvis dragged its feet to a stop. He waited only a few seconds then went right back to what he’d been doing, sliding over her slick clit in a slow, light tease.
Hermione was disheartened by how quickly the pleasure returned. This night is going to go on forever. She only lasted a few minutes before the ache got too intense. “Now.”
Severus pulled away again. This is a nice game to play. He didn’t have to think about anything. It was easy to see when she was getting close (but having her tell him was a nice backup). When his finger returned, she squeezed her eyes shut as if she could hide from the feeling.
He barely had to touch her to get a response—her slit was silky with need. Snape wanted to shove himself inside her. Maybe I should. I’m not the one being punished. Her restraint should be strong enough that I can be inside her. Wait a bit. You can always fuck her to finish her off when it’s all over.
“Now,” she grunted.
That was quick. He pulled away for a few seconds then went back. Glancing over at Draco, he started to have second thoughts about fucking her. For some reason having Draco witness his pleasure made him uncomfortable. He’d screwed plenty of witches with an audience present, but . . . he felt Draco might use the knowledge against him in some way. The boy was already too observant for his own good. Was Draco right? She cares about me? Of course she cares about me; she cares about everyone. That’s no badge of honor. The girl cared about all creatures great and small. There was no secret for Draco to discover.
“Now!” She clamped her hand onto his shoulder, hissing though her teeth as she tried to rein in her clit.
Snape smirked at her. Almost as soon as he touched her again she groaned “now.”
The game is afoot. He stayed off longer that time. She would just come if he returned too quickly. When he tested her response, she shook in his lap, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her clit felt sharp. Swollen hard.
Hermione’s head reeled. The ache was bordering on pain. It reminded her of the feeling one got when holding in a wee. Her bladder would ache if she didn’t go; the ache would turn to a throb and then a stab. She was at the equivalent throb just then and wasn’t looking forward to the next level. “Now.”
He slid his hand from between them and brought his wet fingers to his lips. She let out a ragged exhale when he licked her juice from his middle finger. “Mmm. You’re doing very well, pet. Would you like to taste?”
Damn. Like this wasn’t hard enough without him doing things like that. He smiled at her when she opened her mouth for him. His fingers entered her mouth, and she panted as his other hand found her clit. The way he was looking at her made her pussy leak (which, by that point, was about as noticeable as a stream merging with a river).
“Now,” she mumbled around his fingers.
Snape pulled away his left hand. Her breathing was downright labored. He didn’t want her to pass out, but he needed to push her harder. “The next time you’re close, I’m going to keep touching you. Do NOT come. Is that clear?”
She gave him a worried look. “Yes, sir.”
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and brought his hand back down to her streaming snatch. Just a few seconds later, she whispered “now.” He made no change. Pace and friction stayed the same. Her eyes squeezed tight, and Hermione hissed through her teeth. Her body started to shake. He snatched back his hand.
“Ow,” she whimpered, not opening her eyes.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It aches . . . and burns.”
“Tell me when,” he said, putting his fingertip to her clit.
In five short seconds she was groaning, “Now.”
He didn’t let up. Her whole body went rigid, fighting the climax. As soon as she stopped breathing, he let go. Her body stayed still as a statue, frozen in his lap for the next thirty seconds. Gradually, she relaxed and started to breathe deeply.
“That seemed very close, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll give you a break, but we’re going to do this at least three more times.”
She let go of his shoulders to cover her face. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Yes, you can. Would you like some water?”
She nodded.
“I’ll get it,” Draco muttered. It sounded as if she might start crying again. He brought her a glass from the set Snape kept for drinks. Her hand was shaking like a dehydrated leaf blowing in a stiff breeze. He held her hand steady until he was sure she could take it then he gave the Potions master a dirty look. Didn’t the bastard have any mercy? She carefully sipped the water, holding it with both hands. Take your time, Granger. Give yourself a chance.
Her throat was dry from panting so much. She started coughing, and Snape took the glass from her so she wouldn’t spill it. Hermione fought the tickle in her throat, keeping her hand plastered over her mouth until her eyes stopped watering.
“I’m okay,” she rasped after a few seconds.
“Are you certain?” Snape asked. “You’ve gotten my trousers wet enough without dousing them in water.”
She blushed. "Yes. My throat’s just dry.”
He handed her back the glass, and she drank half of it in one go.
“Keep still,” Snape murmured and pressed his wand to her throat.
The raspy tickle faded away, and Hermione gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, sir.”
“Drink the rest of that. We don’t have all night.”
Draco glowered at him over Hermione’s head.
Hermione finished and handed the glass to Draco. “Thanks, Draco.”
“It was the least I could do,” he answered with an accusatory scowl at Snape. Malfoy went back to his chair. Whether she wanted what was happening or not, he felt bad for her
“Ready, pet?” Snape asked.
His eyes were burning into her. She sighed. “Yes, sir.”
“Tell me when.”
His finger felt as if it was electrocuting her, and her clit was a bundle of stripped wires. The break had been too brief; she was right back were they left off. Her teeth were going to be ground to powder soon. “Now.”
He didn’t think it would be so fast, but he was resolved to make it a lasting lesson. Her face pinched tighter and tighter as he kept up the stimulation. Her lips muffled a scream, and he released her. “Good girl.”
His cock was straining against his fly. Unbuckling his belt, he freed himself. “Lift up.”
She felt his tip prod at her entrance, and then he was sinking inside, stretching her overworked muscles. “Oh God,” she muttered, staring at the ceiling.
Once he was in her, he stayed still. “Again,” he ordered.
His finger touched her erect nub, and she almost lost it. “Now now now!"
Severus could feel her inner muscles fluttering and tightening around him. She turned to steel, gripping his shirt as though she would tear it to shreds. When his finger pulled away, she let out a gasp but didn’t relax.
“Please, sir,” she whimpered. A tear squeezed past her clenched eyelids.
“How does it feel, pet?”
“Like you’re stabbing my clit. Please don’t move or I’m going to lose it.”
“If you make it one last time, I’ll let you come.”
She let out a shaky, dry sob. “Please give me a minute. I’m going to come if you touch me again.”
“I’ll give you one minute. Don’t let your body control you.”
She shuddered and slowly forced her muscles to relax. Hermione used the whole minute trying to get her breathing to slow.
“Are you ready?”
“Not really.”
He smirked. “Just once more.” He touched her, and she hissed in pain.
“Now . . . ow!”
“Hold on, pet. Do it for me.” He circled her exposed clit for five more seconds.
Her eyes leaked; another tear streaked down her face.
“That’s enough, pet.” He pulled away his finger. “You see you could do . . .”
Although she was frozen in restraint, and his finger was no where near her, her inner muscles got tighter and tighter. She let out a pained cry and felt her pussy squeeze and release around his cock over and over. The pulsing of her muscles felt good, but the sharp pain in her clit wouldn’t leave. “Owwww.”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
When the pulsing finally stopped, she collapsed against him, crying softly. “I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t be angry.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not angry. You lasted as long as I asked. You didn’t argue or whine. Why would I be angry?”
Hermione sniffled into his shirt. “I didn’t control myself.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I couldn’t stop it.”
He grinned. “Yes. And it was incredible.”
She sniffed again. “You’re really not angry?”
“Not even a little.”
“Do you accept my apology now?”
Sweet Merlin. “Yes, pet.” He stroked her head. “You’re forgiven.”
Her back sank in relief. “Don’t you want to come?”
Severus smiled into her riotous hair. “How do you feel?”
“My clit hurts.”
His hips flexed upward, working his dick deeper inside her. “I can fix it.” He kept thrusting. She shivered against him when his lips found her ear. “Ride my cock. Show me what a good girl you are.”
The feel of his breath tickling her ear mingled with the vibrations of his voice, slithering down her spine to her pussy. If she leaned forward far enough, her bum wouldn’t hit anything as they moved. It still ached like mad, but at least it wasn’t getting a fresh pummeling from his pelvis.
“That’s it, love,” he rumbled. “Your pussy feels like silk. I want you to come again.” His finger grazed her clit.
It hurt for a few seconds, but then the pleasure was growing beneath the ache. She rode him faster. “Yes, sir.” The words came out of her with no thought. She would have answered “yes sir” no matter what he said.
“Show Draco how much you love my cock.”
Bloody hell. She shuddered and turned her head to see what Malfoy was doing. Grey eyes met hers, the steeliness warmed by the light of the fire. He looked cool and thoughtful, slumped in the other armchair flanking the hearth. The only sign that he was affected by what he’d seen was his hand gripping his obvious erection through his trousers. She would have thought he was bored if not for that one thing. She turned her face back to Snape’s neck. “I think he already knows, sir.”
His chuckle rumbled past her ear. “Beg me for more. I want to hear you.”
“Please make me come again, sir.”
“Louder.”
She caught on. He wanted Draco to hear. She sat up straighter, making him go deeper. “I’m so close, sir. Please make me come.”
“Tell me you love my cock again.”
“Your cock is bloody amazing. I love it . . . love the way you fuck me.”
“Come for me, pet. I can feel how close you are.”
“I’m almost there. Please keep talking.”
He countered her movements, using her hips to force her down his length even harder while keeping his finger steadily teasing her clit. Her whole body was starting to shake.
“That’s my girl. Come for me. Do you need me to finger your arse? I know how fast that gets you there.”
“Unnh!” No I don’t need your finger in my arse. I just need you to say it. Waves of blissful contractions rolled through her sex, leaving her clit momentarily in agony. The pleasure slowly washed away some of the pain.
Severus let her throbbing pussy pull the orgasm from his body. He kept his teeth bound together so he wouldn’t say anything he’d regret in front of their guest. Her chocolatey eyes met his as she whispered his name. His seed burst inside her, and he rode through the spasms in his groin until he was empty.
She looked knackered, as if he’d been fucking her for hours on end. Pulling her down to rest on his shoulder, Snape rubbed her neck. “How’s your clit doing?”
“Still aches a bit.”
“I want you to come one more time when you get back to your room. Let Draco watch you.”
“Really?”
“I’m sure he’d like some relief after all this.”
Hermione hadn’t come without Severus in so long she'd forgotten what it was like. Even in her dreams Snape was there. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. In fact I want you to let him put some cream on your marks before you go to sleep.” He saw her anxious look. “Don’t worry, it won’t heal them.”
“You want him to touch me without you being there?”
“Don’t you trust him?”
She considered that before answering. “Yes, I do. I just don’t want you to get upset.”
“Draco doing something I ask won’t upset me. Draco doing something I do not ask would.”
“I’d rather he not know that you asked me to touch myself.”
“Why?”
“I think he’s starting to feel like a project that I have to finish.”
Snape snickered. “Very well. Tell him I said you were free to do as you pleased. Make it look as if its your idea.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t worry about wearing your plug tonight. I want you to rest. Are you still feeling warm inside?”
Hermione blushed. “Yes, sir.”
“Get to class early tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you in my office. I’ll check your backside and return your plug.”
“It won’t have anything on it, will it?”
He smirked. “No, I’ll make sure it’s free from heat.”
She nodded. “I’ll be here.”
“You two better get back to your rooms. It’s getting late.”
Hermione rose from his lap. Her bum was stiff and swollen. Draco handed her her skirt and knickers. When she put them on, it felt as if her bum had been flogged with a lighted whip.
Severus stopped her before she could leave. “Have you forgotten something?”
Leaving Draco at the door, she went back to Snape. What did I do wrong now?
Snape turned her face up to his and bent low, whispering so only she could hear, “I promised to always kiss you goodbye.”
His lips touched hers, and she melted against him. His tongue teased her, reminding her of the way he’d teased her clit all night. She moaned and grasped his shirt to hold herself upright. Her knees were as solid as jelly.
“Mmm,” he hummed with a smirk. “You taste like the bathtub.” He pulled away, fighting the smile that threatened his scowl. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Granger.”
Releasing his shirt, Hermione beamed at him. “I’ll miss you tonight.”
“Hm.” Snape glanced at Draco. “Go on. Get to bed.”
She knew he wouldn’t say it back—not with Draco watching. Malfoy gave her his elbow, and she took it gratefully. It was going to be a long walk back to the Head common room.
“Wait, Malfoy.” Snape went to the bathroom and returned with a small jar. “Rub this on her cane marks before she goes to sleep tonight.”
The look of shock on Draco’s face broke through his usual cool. “That would require me to touch her.”
“Yes, I’ve already discussed it with her. She trusts you. Best put on a few coats. Let it absorb in between.”
The Head Boy looked to Hermione to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. She gave him a reassuring smile.
Snape tapped his shoulder with the jar, and Malfoy took it.
“As long as we’re all in agreement,” Draco muttered.
When they got out to the hallway, Malfoy looked down at her limping beside him. “I can’t believe you let him fuck you after he did all that.”
“Did what?”
He rolled his eyes. “Did what? What do you think I mean?”
“Do you mean the caning or the other thing?”
"They both seemed pretty bad. Pick one.”
Hermione laughed at the floor. “I didn’t ‘let him’ fuck me. I wanted it.”
Malfoy considered her answer as they ducked into the hidden staircase that led toward their rooms. “You didn’t get off on that caning, did you?”
Hermione shook her head. “Definitely not. Did you?”
“Not with you bawling like that. Bloody hell. Talk about killing an erection.”
“You looked like you were enjoying it at the end."
“Well . . . watching you come was different. Did it really hurt as much as you said?”
“Yes.”
“What a bastard,” he muttered under his breath.
“No, he actually wasn’t. He could have made it a lot harder on me.”
“How?”
“Well, he could have kept talking to me. He knows how much it turns me on. He could have touched my nipples too. But he didn’t.”
Draco hadn’t considered that. “Do you really want me to put this stuff on your arse? You could do it yourself.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Oh, I want to. I just . . . I don’t know. If you’re only doing it to make Snape happy, we don’t have to.”
They arrived at the last hallway before their own. They both checked to see if anyone was coming before crossing to the other side. Hermione’s condition would be pretty obvious to any casual observer; it was best if they weren’t seen at all.
“I’d like you to do it,” she whispered.
His brows rose in interest. “All right then.”
They were quiet the rest of the way back. Once they were in the common room, Draco took her to the couch. “Where do you want to do this?”
“Here’s fine.”
He sat. “How?”
She shrugged. “Over your lap?”
“Merlin’s bloody balls, Granger! Are you trying to make me come all over you?”
Hermione grinned at him. “Not yet.”
“Do you seriously want to do it that way?”
“Yes. But if you want to come first, it can wait.”
“Did Snape tell you to make me come?”
“He said it was up to me.”
“Up to you? Do you have something in mind?”
A sneaky smile played at her lips. “Would you like to watch me touch myself?”
“Don’t start taking the piss out of me now, Granger.”
She laughed. “I’m serious. Do you still want to watch?”
“Hell yes!”
“Okay. Put some cream on me first. My bum feels like a brazier.”
Smiling, he leaned back, and Hermione eased herself across him.
Draco swallowed hard. Her round cheeks were right before him, just waiting for his move. He pushed up her skirt. Her knickers blocked the center of the red lines so they started on one side and emerged on the other. They weren’t even; the marks were darker and longer on her right cheek. “I’m going to take off your knickers, okay?”
Hermione nodded. “MmmHm”
Slowly, he uncovered her damaged rump. The sight made him wince, but the prospect of touching her arse made him even harder. Her underwear got caught in her crotch, and he watched her wiggle as he freed them. Sweet Circe. Her knickers were damp. She smelled of pussy and semen. “You smell like sex, Granger.”
She wondered if he was offended. Snape’s come must have dripped out of me by now. “I can take a shower first if you want.”
He ran his hand over the forming ridges. “Can I watch?”
Smiling, she turned to look over her shoulder at him. “If you want.”
“I’ll put the cream on you when you get out.”
“If you promise not to touch, you can shower with me.”
“Fuck, let’s go!”
He pushed off her panties and helped her stand. When they got to the bathroom, he started the shower and was out of his clothes before Hermione could take off her shirt. She smiled at his wired posture.
“Slow down, Draco. It’s not a race. Plus I can’t move fast like this,” she said, waving her hand toward her bum.
He nodded, watching her undress. She was overly careful pulling her skirt over her bum, and Draco almost groaned out loud when she took off her bra. The cold bathroom left her nipples rock hard. She smiled and pushed back the shower curtain, climbing in the tub. He followed her in and sat on the back edge. “Pretend I’m not here. Do whatever you normally do.”
Her hair was getting drenched, but there wasn’t a lot of room with them both in there. She shook her head. “I don’t want to pretend you’re not here.”
He smirked. “Then touch yourself for me. Start with those,” he said, nodding at her chest.
Hermione ran her hands up to her breasts and brushed over the swollen tips. The sensation shot straight to her pussy and made her convulse. Draco started a lazy rhythm with his hand, and it turned her on even more just to watch him. This is so bloody sexy. I’ve got to ask Snape to do this.
Her fingers pinched her nipples, getting rougher the faster Draco’s hand went. When she couldn’t stand her own teasing any longer, she trailed down to her pubic hair and traced the seam of her sex.
“Dammit, Granger. Will you keep going if I come? I’m just going to get hard again.”
“I’ll keep going if you want to come again.”
“Spread your pussy open so I can see what you’re doing.”
Stepping as wide as the tub would allow her, Hermione used her left hand to part her lips. Her right hand circled her clit over and over until she couldn’t take any more and started to rub.
Draco’s vision blurred for a few seconds as he ejaculated on his own stomach and hand. He’d been holding off so long it felt as if he lost a liter of fluid. Granger was smiling as though she enjoyed his show as much as he enjoyed hers. He wiped his eyes; blood was flowing back into his body again. “Let’s rinse off and go to my room. I can’t see in here.”
Hermione nodded. She washed herself as quickly as possible and climbed out. He stood staring at her while she dried off.
“Aren’t you getting cold?" She asked with a smile.
“No.”
“Well dry off anyway and come put that cream on my arse. It’s killing me.”
Malfoy used his wand to dry himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. She was waiting for him in his room, bent over the end of his bed. Her toes barely touched the floor. He opened the jar and sniffed its contents. It didn’t really smell like anything. Snape must have made it.
He started at the top, smoothing the cream over each line as gently as he could. She moaned and wiggled. He wasn’t sure if she was in pain or getting off on it. When she opened her legs wider, he got his answer. “Fuck, Granger. Get up on the bed. I want to see you.”
Hermione climbed up and rolled onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest and letting them fall open. He pulled off his towel and stood at the foot of the bed, taking in the view. A small amount of fluid stood at her entrance. She held herself open so he could see.
Draco grinned. “How’s your arsehole doing?” It looked far pinker than he’d last seen it.
She gave him a fierce look. “It’s still cooking; thank you for reminding me.”
“What did it feel like?”
“It burned like icy hell.”
“Would you hate me if I told you it made me hard watching you squirm in that chair with that soap in your mouth?”
She couldn’t keep a straight face with him grinning at her like that. “No, I don’t hate you for it.”
“Show me what Snape did to you.”
“You mean to make me come?”
“Yes.”
Hermione rubbed her clit in a small, light circle.
“Is that it?”

“Yeah. I told you he could have made things a lot more difficult for me.”
“Will you come for me now?”
“Soon.”
“Will you squirt like you did before?”
She blushed but smiled at him. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve never done it without him.”
“Just try.”
She looked around. “It’ll leave a wet spot on your bed.”
“I don’t care. I’ll dry it later.” Or not.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
Two of her fingers pushed inside, pressing to the front the way Snape did. The spot was deeper than she thought. The wall was a little bumpy, but it was easy to know she’d found it when she felt as though she had to go. Hermione curled her fingers and groaned. It felt good but nowhere near as good as when Snape did it. The angle wasn’t quite right. She kept working at it, getting faster and harder. It was easy to hit her clit at the same time, but she kept doing it too hard. How does he keep two different pressures and movements going at once? The man wasn’t just a wizard, he was a bloody magician. He could probably juggle with one hand while taking notes with the other. “Talk to me, Draco.”
He stopped wanking and looked at her face. “What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know. Tell me what you were thinking tonight. Or tell me anything that turns you on. I don’t care, just say something.”
He’d only heard half of what Snape had said to her that night; but if he had to go by past experiences and what Snape had told him the night he showed him how to spank her, then she didn’t just want him to rattle off his latest dream or hear him deride Snape’s cruel punishments. She wanted someone to be in charge. “I was thinking about asking Snape to let me spank you again. Would you like that?”
“As long as you let me heal first.”
He smirked. “Obviously. I’d want your skin nice and white before I started so I could see the difference. I’d like to paddle you. Set your bum on fire and then slip a finger up your arse.”
She stopped, goggling at him. “Snape would never let you.”
He sighed. “I know that, Granger. I thought you wanted to come.”
“You just said that to make me come?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You don’t really want to paddle me and finger my bum?”
He laughed. “I do, but I don’t have a death wish.”
“Oh.” She went back to rubbing herself. “That was really good. Keep going.”
“Liked that, did you?”
“Yes, see what it’s done to me?” She pulled out her fingers so he could see the wet shine.
When she licked her fingers clean, he was afraid he was going to burst a blood vessel.
“Tell me what else you want to do,” she said, fingering her pussy again.
“I . . . I want to whip your clit till you come. Has Snape done that yet?”
“He’s hit my clit with his riding crop but not to orgasm.”
“I’d make you beg me. I’d get you right on the edge then press my fingers up your bum and feel you come from the inside.”
She worked faster. “Gods.”
“Hm. You do like that. You want me to finger your arse right now, don’t you?”
“Hmm,” she groaned behind her lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Tell me how many fingers you want, Granger.”
She managed to gasp out, “Three.”
“Three? That’s brave. Are you sure you can handle that?”
“As long as you go slow . . . till I’m stretched.”
“You don’t just want my fingers. You want my cock up your arse, don’t you?”
“I’m so close.”
“You’re so bloody gorgeous when you come.”
“Really?” That was the second time she’d heard that in one day. She was starting to believe it.
“Yes, really. Now let me see you squirt all over my bed, or I really will put my fingers up your bum; Snape’s threats be damned.”
“Unh!”
He watched as she pulled out her fingers and a small stream of liquid trickled down the crevice of her bum. Her fingers stayed on her clit as she came. She bucked against her own hand, making it clear what she would look like if he were shagging her.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “That was fucking perfect. Don’t stop, Granger.”
Her eyes slowly opened. His hand was pumping up and down his shaft. The gleam on the tip of his knob was beautiful. “Come for me, Draco. I like to watch you.”
“Tell me what you’d like to do to me, Granger.”
“Your cock looks like it would taste good.”
He smiled. “That’s what you’ve thought about?”
“I’d lick you all over and then suck your balls till you begged me to put it in my mouth.”
“I’m going to come.”
“Good. I could finger you if it makes you come harder.”
“Granger!” Malfoy came all over his own hand. She smiled wider the messier he got. His balls finally sank back down to normal as the jolts stopped rolling though him.
“You’re really sexy when you come, Draco.”
“You say that to all the Slytherins,” he panted.
“Shut up. I do not."
“Two down, sixty to go.”
“Shut up!”
“My father will be visiting soon. I can introduce you if you like.”
“I’m going to tell Snape you said that.”
He laughed. “You might want to reconsider that. You don’t want to give him any bright ideas.”
“He wouldn’t,” she said firmly.
“Don’t be so sure,” he said, smirking softly. “I’ve seen some things you don’t know about. It’s not as unbelievable as you might think.”
“Stop, Draco. You’re freaking me out.”
“Okay. I’ll stop." He cleaned his hand with his wand. “You ready for the cream.”
“What? Again?”
He stopped for a second, studying her. “I meant the cream from Snape, you pervert.”
Her face flamed bright red. “Oh, yes. Okay.”
Draco snickered. “Get over the end of the bed or get your arse in the air."
Hermione rolled over so he couldn’t see her blushing anymore and propped her bum in the air.
“Nice, Granger.”
“Be careful, it hurts,” she mumbled into his bed.
“I can see that. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
She sighed as the cool lotion cut though some of the heat in her bum. It quickly became not cool, but at least someone was rubbing out the sting. Sitting in class the next day was going to be a literal pain in the arse.
“Your bum looks terrible,” he observed.
“Thanks a lot.”
He smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, it looks great, just painful.”
“It is.”
“I could get you something that would dull the pain so you could sit tomorrow.”
“No!”
“You’re such a masochist, Granger.”
“Maybe I am, but I earned it, and it reminds me of being with Snape.”
“Pain reminds you of Snape. That sounds real healthy,” he said, rubbing more cream on her marks. He could see the gleam between her legs. He wanted to shove his fingers inside her . . . or something else.
“It may sound bad, but it makes me happy.”
“Has he admitted he’s in love with you yet?”
“No. Because he’s not. I’m not even sure we’re friends.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be thick.”
“I’m not!”
“Don’t worry. He’s just as thick as you. You two go great together.”
“I told you, we’re just shagging. Stop trying to make it something more.”
“Fine, but I’m still right.”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you done with me?” She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. His argument was moot.
“Yeah. Are you going to sleep?”
She nodded and started to get off the bed. “I’m pretty tired.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow, Granger.” He watched her striped bum walk toward the bathroom. “Sweet dreams.” He hoped he’d dream of her arse.
Hermione went and brushed her teeth, trying to get the remaining taste of soap out of her mouth. She didn’t want to think about what Draco kept saying, but that just made the thoughts more persistent.
When she was lying in her bed, she tossed and turned, staring out into the darkness. Sleeping on her back would be impossible for a few days. Flipping onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow and growled. She liked sleeping in Snape's bed . . . with him. Her room was too quiet. Would he let her sleep with him in the summer? Was this what her life was going to be like now, constantly wishing she was with him whenever they were apart? How would she get anything accomplished?
Draco was just making her mental. He didn’t know what was going on between her and Snape. They we’re fine just the way they were. Hermione didn’t need him to be in love. They were happy, and that was all that mattered. Was Snape happy? He seemed happier. But Snape wasn’t exactly a happy sort of chap, so it was hard to tell.
She’d ask him the next day. If he was happy with the way things were, then Draco could get stuffed. It was their relationship; they could do things however they chose. Everybody else could like it or lump it.
Hermione forced her eyes to close. She’d talk to him the next night and stop worrying about it.
…..
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Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! I can’t sleep.
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