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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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16 - All Work and No Play Makes Hermione a Dull Girl
Hermione hustled to Potions as soon as Arithmacy let out. When she knocked on his office door, he bellowed out, “Enter.”
“Close the door,” he said when she stepped in. “Come over here.”
She stood next to him, eager to see what he was going to do. She could hear someone enter the classroom. What if they heard something?
“Bend over the desk. I want to see your stripes.”
His desk felt cool as glass as she lay across it. Hermione's heart raced when he flipped up her skirt.
“Oh, pet,” Severus murmured, easing her knickers down to her thighs. The lines had bruised during the night; it looked terribly painful, but disturbingly beautiful. “These are . . . magnificent. How was sitting in class?”
“Painful.”
He ran his fingers over the ridges. “I’d imagine so. When are you coming tonight?”
“Coming or meeting you?”
He smirked. “Arriving here.”
“Probably 9:30 or 10:00. Is that all right?”
“MmmHmm,” he muttered distractedly as he stroked her red cheeks. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, pulling her plug out of the top drawer.
“Yes, sir.”
“I think it’s time we enlarged it, don’t you?”
“Right now?” she squeaked. “Can’t it wait till tonight?”
“As you wish.” He fished the jar of lube out of another drawer and coated her plug. Her arse was going to be greasy that afternoon. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Laying her face on the desktop, Hermione reached back and spread her cheeks for him. The icy feel of the metal made her jump, but his insertion was slow and steady so she would relax. When it popped into place, she sighed. She felt better having it in, like a part of him was always with her.
He patted her rear. “Pull up your knickers and get to class.”
She stood. Her underwear covered her bum, making it feel about ten degrees hotter. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Be good.”
She gave him a secretive smile at the door.
Draco was sitting at her table, and he smirked at her as she sat down.
“Been reminiscing?” he asked.
She grinned. “Shut up."
“You should be thanking me.”
“For what?”
“Doesn’t your chair feel nice?”
Hermione shifted around. “Did you put a cushioning charm on this?”
“If Snape finds out, I’ll take the blame.”
She couldn’t say she didn’t want it. The seat still hurt . . . just not as much.
Ron and Harry trudged up to their table, preventing any further conversation.
“What rot,” Ron muttered. “Firenze gave us another ten inches due next Monday. At least Trelawny never piled on the homework so close to the end of the year. Doesn’t he know we’ve got to study for NEWTs?”
“I told you two to drop that class, it’s complete bollocks. Even Firenze says it’s not definite.”
Ron and Harry gave each other surprised looks at her language.
“Are you why she’d been talking like this lately?” Ron asked Draco. “She never said bollocks when she stayed in Gryffindor tower.”
Draco smirked at her. “Slytherins do rub off on you, don’t they?”
She flashed him a dirty look. “Bollocks is the appropriate word for that nonsense. I’m just being accurate.”
Harry gave her a scrutinizing look that made Hermione turn away. She got out her Potions book and notes, trying to appear busy. When he finally turned back to Ron, she sighed in relief.
Snape came out of his office, and the class all shifted forward to face him. Hermione couldn’t look at him without smiling, so she bent her head and feigned note-taking. He started lecturing them about the volatile nature of fangs and venom in potion-making. She actually heard what he said for the next forty minutes rather than imaging him naked and talking dirty to her. Instead, she pictured him naked, giving a lecture on fangs and venom. Class was much more lively in her head.
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Hermione managed to escape the library at 9:45. Harry and Ron had finished their Divination essays and were just fooling around. She acted as if she didn’t want to study with them if they weren’t going to be serious.
“We should get back to the common room too, Ron. I gotta get some sleep before practice tomorrow,” Harry said, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his neck.
Ron nodded. "Yeah, me too."
“Constant vigilance,” Harry warned her with a smile.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need to watch out for Draco. He’s not up to anything.”
He shrugged. “People aren’t always what they seem.”
“My point exactly. Let it go.” Hermione hefted her overflowing bag onto her shoulder.
“As long as you know what you’re doing.”
She turned to him. He was giving her that look again, as if searching for something in her eyes. “I’ll be fine. See you two tomorrow.”
“Bye,” Ron said through a yawn.
“Night, Hermione.”
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After dropping off her bag in her room, Hermione got down to the dungeons as fast as she could. He opened the door for her and motioned with his head that they should get to his room. She followed behind him and, after watching the way his trousers pulled around his bum, reached out and grabbed hold.
Severus almost missed a step. He didn’t let her see the half-smile playing at his lips. Reaching behind him, he pulled her hand off his cheek and twined his fingers through hers as he led her to his bed. Snape turned to her and, bringing her curious hand to his lips, kissed her fingers. “Get up on the bed—arse in the air. I want to see your marks again.”
Hermione climbed up on her elbows and knees, resting her face against his bed; the comforter smelled like him, which soothed her jangled nerves. She shivered as he pulled down her knickers. Every time, no matter how many times, as soon as he slid them down, she got wetter. He made her lift up her knees so he could take them off completely.
Severus flicked his wand toward the bathroom, and a jar of cream sailed out to meet his hand. He scooped out a small amount and went to work on her bum, one line at a time, starting at the top. Her contended sigh made him smirk. She was putty in his hands.
“Severus?” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“May I ask you something?”
He sighed. “What?”
“Do you promise not to get angry?”
“Have you done something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then I doubt I’ll get angry.”
She took a deep breath. “I don’t really know how to ask this, but . . . I don’t really know what we are. Are we friends?”
“Friends?”
He said it as though he’d never heard the word before (or he’d never said it before). “Yes. I mean, are we just . . . exclusively shagging, or is it more?” She had to bite the proverbial bullet. If he took what she said the wrong way, it might ruin things. “I feel the same way about you that I feel about Harry and Ron.”
He made a face. What company.
“Well, not exactly the same. I don’t want to see them naked or anything. I just mean I care about you like I care about them. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get you to declare your undying love for me or anything—I just have no idea what you’re thinking. Do you care about me, or do you just want to shag? I’m happy either way, I just . . . I guess I just want to know if you’re happy. With me.”
He’d gone still, staring at her bruised bottom as she rambled. Damn Draco. That little snot was right. Saying these kinds of thing out loud wasn’t his style. He wasn’t in love with her, but he was happy with her. And he would be hurt if anything happened to her (and would hurt anyone who harmed her). There was an undeniable need in him to protect her and see her happy. He started smoothing cream over her arse again.
“Why do you think I’m putting cream on your arse?” he asked (not sarcastically for once).
“Um . . . I don’t really know. Because you want to?”
Well . . . he couldn’t totally deny that. “Hmm. That is partially true. Are you not enjoying it?”
“I fancy it,” she said, smiling into the bed.
“Do you think I let every witch I fuck sleep in my bed?”
The sudden change in questioning confused her. “No, sir.”
“Do you think that I have ever promised anyone else that I would always kiss them goodbye?"
Definitely not. “No.”
“Do you think I have ever let any other witch blindfold me?”
“Not many.” She understood where he was going now.
“Have you ever seen me hug another person?”
“No.”
“Do you think I kiss every witch I sleep with?”
“I don’t know. You seem to like it, and you’re very good at it. But I’m going to guess no.”
“Good guess,” he drawled. “Do you think that I would willingly spend my evenings with someone I did not want to be with?”
“No.”
“Do you think I would plan to spend an entire summer with a witch who only had pussy to offer me?”
“I guess not.”
“You guess not? Do you think I have ever told another witch that she is my favorite part of the day?”
Bugger! She was going to cry if he kept going. It never occurred to her how much he did just for her. Hell, he’s saying all this, right now, for me. It obviously made him uncomfortable to talk about his feelings. “No, sir. I understand. I just . . . wasn’t sure.
“Are you sure now?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were happy with me.”
“I’m not happy that my motives were suspect, but I am happy being with you.”
She sank to her side, looking back at him. “I’m sorry. You’re right. That was terribly insulting.
“It wasn’t a ringing endorsement, but I understand your confusion. I have a history of hidden agendas.”
“That’s not it. Really. If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn't have slept with you.”
“Then what was it?”
Hermione bit her lower lip while she thought. “I just didn’t know how to categorize us.”
He nodded. “It’s complicated. Do you have to analyze everything?”
She smiled. “No. As long as we’re both happy with our arrangement.”
“Are you all right with that? I know how you like to define things.”
“I’m very happy with it.” Smiling at him, she got on her knees and knelt at the edge of the bed so she could put her arms around his neck. “May I ask another question?”
“Sweet Circe,” he muttered to the ceiling. “What is it now?”
“When we meet this summer, will you stay with me all night? I don’t like sleeping without you.”
Snape let out a relieved chuckle. “That’s totally up to you. You’re the one who's got to keep up a front for your friends.”
“If they accepted us, would you really sleep with me at Grimmauld Place?”
“Their acceptance seems highly unlikely.”
“Would you?”
The corner of his mouth curved up. “I’d sleep anywhere with you, pet.”
She kissed the side of his mouth, marking the curl of his smile. “I couldn't sleep last night. My bed was too lonely.”
“I’m sure Draco would have volunteered to keep you company. Did he enjoy the show?”
She slapped his chest. “I didn’t want Draco. And, yes, he did. Twice.”
“Twice? I’m impressed.”
“That reminds me. Will you let me watch you wank?”
Both his brows rose in amusement. “I believe that could be arranged, providing you were engaged likewise.”
Hermione laughed. “Oh, I think that’s a given.”
Severus smirked, his hand gliding down the front of her shirt, unbuttoning it with a teasing slowness.
“This is . . . pretty,” he commented as her bra was revealed. It looked like candy floss: light pink with a pale blue ribbon woven along the top. He could pretty much see straight through it. “Is it new?”
“No, just clean.” She usually tried to wear black for him.
Her nipple was hard behind the thin material. He scraped his thumbnail over it. “You look like dessert.”
Hermione shivered as his thumbnail flicked upward; it made a soft zipping sound over her bra. “Guess you’ll have to eat me,” she quipped.
“No,” he said, pushing her shirt off her shoulders. “I want to watch you now that you’ve put the idea in my head. Go get on the chair.” He lifted her off the bed and set her on the floor.
She walked toward the chair they’d used the night before; it still made her heart pound just to look at it.
“Take off your skirt,” he growled at her back.
She wiggled out of the grey fabric. When she got to the chair, she eased into it and leaned back, pulling up her legs to get the weight off her bum. He was already out of his shirt, and Hermione subconsciously spread her legs as he approached.
“I want to come all over your poor bottom. It’ll make it feel better." He grinned evilly. "I promise.
Trying not to laugh, she nodded. “I’d like that, sir. Tell me what to do.”
“Get your nipples hard first,” he said, unbuckling his belt. "Leave on the bra—pull it down.”
Hermione nodded and pulled her cups low to expose her nipples. Brushing the tips until they were stiff, she watched him push his trousers to his thighs and sit across from her on the settee. He was getting harder before her very eyes. He tapped and stroked his cock, teasing until more aggressive action was demanded. Hermione couldn’t stop watching his hand, noting his own technique to use on him later.
“Tease yourself, pet.” Snape could hear the gravely sound of his own voice. He was enraptured by image she presented. She looked beautiful with the fire lighting one side of her.
Her slow teasing turned to distraction as she watched him. He'd never seriously wanked in front of her before—a few strokes here and there didn’t count. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Severus had a patience that Draco didn’t. It was a totally different show. Draco seemed to have two wanking modes: trying not to come and coming. Severus looked as if he could do it all night long—as if he enjoyed the buildup.
“Oh my God,” she muttered. She wished she had a photo of him so she could watch it over and over again in her room.
“Is this what you wanted to see, pet?”
“Gods, yes, Severus. You’re so fucking sexy. Please take off your trousers. I want you to be totally naked.”
He abandoned his cock and kicked off his shoes, kicking his trousers to one side. Being naked wasn’t an issue for him (anymore). The way she watched him left no doubt about her desires (well, that and the twinkling lake between her legs). She looked adorably sexy curled in his chair with her fingers stroking her twat, one knee hooked over the arm. The purple lines on her bum were clearly visible. Badges of courage. He’d rub some more cream on her before she left.
Wrapping his fingers around the base, Severus trapped the blood in his cock. When he felt the tingling throb of heat, he used his other hand to pump himself. She was watching him carefully, learning what he liked even while she put on a show for him.
“Finger yourself,” he ordered.
Hermione smiled at him and slowly slid one finger inside. His actions were spellbinding. She wanted to watch him all night. Her fingers moved in a slow rhythm, teasing more than fucking. Each time she got close, she pulled away. She didn’t go right back in like Severus had the night before; instead, she just let the momentum die and then slowly brought it back. It was becoming difficult to stay still (and unfortunately, her bum ached whenever she moved too much).
Snape spent the time observing her. His cock felt like lead. He tried to stay below the threshold, but watching her in person was much more intense than any fantasy. First off, his fantasies did not involve nonstop whimpering and moaning (although they would from then on), and he had never thought about how he’d be able to hear her sloppy wet fingers moving in and out of her pussy. Even when she was just caressing her clit, he could hear her.
Severus raised one eyebrow as she brought her shining hand to her lips and licked her fingers clean. Fuck! He could almost taste her from where he sat. When was the last time I ate her? The other night? Why does that seem so long ago? He was starting to feel as though he were on a diet and she had all the fairy cakes in the castle.
“Are you going to come?” he growled.
Hermione nodded. “I was waiting for you.”
“Waiting for me to what? Come?”
“No, to tell me to.”
He tried not to smile. “How obedient. Go ahead. I want to watch you.”
She circled her clit. “Are you going to?”
“When you’re done.”
“Yes, sir.”
All the teasing and holding back had left her right on the edge. It took less than a minute. Hermione called out his name as the pleasure took hold of her pussy and every muscle in her body went rigid. The room blurred for a few seconds then she blinked twice, and he came back into focus.
Snape rose and stood over her. “I meant what I said about coming on you. You want to watch, don’t you?”
She nodded happily.
“Pull back your legs a little more,” he murmured.
She showed him even more of her bruised bum.
“Good girl. That’s perfect. Stay right there.”
Bracing himself on the chair above her, he went to work, stroking his cock a little faster. Hermione's eyes darted between his face and his hand. Oh my God! This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The way he was looming over her, his eyes piercing her, it was all making her dizzy. “Come on me, Severus. I want to see it. Please.”
Gripping the top of the chair, Snape felt his balls clench as he came. Line after line of pearly liquid accented her bum and thighs; one hash mark jotted across her pink, glittering folds. The sight would be burned into his memory forever.
“Oh my God." There was too much to see. Hermione didn’t want to stop watching his face, but his cock was a sight to behold. And look at my arse. I’m covered in pearls. Or custard. I fancy both. She giggled silently.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” he asked, amused by her expression.
“That was brilliant. I want to do it again.”
“Not tonight, pet. I’m beat.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “You want me to get that for you?” He nodded at her bum and reached for his wand.
“No!”
Severus smirked. “Very well. It’s your arse; do as you please.” Pushing off the back of the chair, he stood up and stretched. She was running her fingers through each line, smearing his seed, spreading it round. He shook his head. She'd keep going until it had all absorbed into her skin. “Are you going to wear that back to your room?"
“I’m gonna sleep in it,” she muttered, transfixed by her own artwork.
Severus laughed. “That’s a little twisted, Hermione.”
“Is it really?” Her nose scrunched with worry.
He could see she was concerned she’d crossed the line into unacceptable. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
She smiled at him.
“Finish your masterpiece and then come sit over here with me,” he said, sinking into the settee.
Rubbing the rest into her skin, Hermione rolled out of the chair without putting too much pressure on her bum. (She was getting good at that.) When she went to sit beside him, he pulled her around so she was lying over his lap. There wasn’t much worry that he might spank her—she hadn’t done anything wrong—but being over his knee always made her wriggle around with excitement.
“What are you doing?” she asked when he palmed her cheeks apart.
“Enlarging your plug and putting on some more cream.”
She shivered. “How much bigger?”
“Just the next size up. Do you want me to take it out to do it or leave it in?”
Her hips wouldn’t stop; she couldn’t keep still. “Um . . . I don’t know. Leave it in?”
He tapped the green jewel once with his wand. He assumed it had worked by the way she moaned. “How was that?”
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Weird.”
“Tell me what it’s like when you take it out in the morning.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“It shouldn’t. It’s just a touch bigger.”
“Okay.” There was no way she could be still after that.
Severus watched her wiggle across his knee for a minute before he summoned the jar. She gave him a contented purr when he smoothed the cream over her skin. She was practically humping him.
“What time will you be here tomorrow?” he asked.
“Same time,” she mumbled.
“Are you studying enough?”
“Besides you, it’s all I do.”
The white cream blended into the red of her marks, making them look pink for a few seconds before he rubbed it in. “That sounds healthy.”
She smiled. “That what Draco says about you.”
“That I’m healthy?”
“No. I told him that whenever my bum hurts it reminds me of you. He sarcastically said that was healthy.”
“You think about me when your bum hurts?”
Hermione glanced over her shoulder at him. “Yes, of course.”
“Every time?”
“Yes. I think about you a lot.”
“What do you think about?”
She smiled to herself and rested her cheek against the seat. “Your hands on my arse mostly. Being over your knee or bent over your desk . . . or your bed. I think about every single time you punished me, whether I liked it or not. I think about what you do to me afterward. I see you fucking me and coming about fifty times a day.”
“How do you find time to study around all that?”
“I see it all in flashes, not real time.”
“I see.” He put more cream on her. After he’d rubbed her so long her arse felt like satin, he sighed and figured he should send her back to her room. “Come on, love. Put on your clothes. You need your sleep.”
She made a noise of dissent but did as he said. The cane marks were too fresh for any kind of argument.
He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her hair, inhaling one last hit of her before she left. Hermione smiled when he tipped up her chin and kissed her. It seemed he was trying to hold back, just a sweet kiss to send her on her way. That wouldn’t do. She needed to remember him.
Her tongue quickly slipped past his lips. His surprised inhale cooled her cheek. Clearly he thought her idea superior and deepened the kiss, licking his way into her mouth, tickling and teasing her. Hermione could hear herself panting though her nose, smothered against his face. He released her and stepped back with a dazed look.
“Get back to your room. Go to sleep.”
She had more revising to do. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I look forward to it,” he intoned.
Hermione was happy to hear him say it. “I’ll miss you tonight.” She knew she wouldn’t sleep well, what with worrying about NEWTs and not being with him.
He nodded. Sleeping alone wasn’t at the top of his list either.
With one last smile, she left.
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Every night she returned that week, Severus became more concerned. The dark circles under her eyes grew sootier, and she smiled less and less each passing day. In class on Friday, she looked as though she'd gotten makeup tips from an Inferius. The other seventh-years were starting to look pretty ragged too, but Hermione had a half-lidded look of near-death to top them all.
Snape would have thought she didn’t know where she was, but she turned in her work and stared at him off and on throughout the class as usual (the only difference being she didn’t look hot and bothered . . . more narcotized and blank). Her appearance and demeanor were worrying.
When he answered the soft knock on his office door that Friday night, she looked drunk, her head weaving gently. She took one long look at him and promptly fell against him; her crumpling face buried in his chest as her arms wrapped around his waist. Closing the door against any prying eyes, Severus held her for a minute before speaking. “What’s wrong, pet?”
“I’m so tired.”
Her voice quavered with unshed tears. Severus felt his heart lurch down toward his stomach. There was no stopping the NEWTs or her obsessive revising, but he would do what he could to staunch the deleterious effects. Kissing the top of her head, he made her look at him. “Wait right here for a second.”
She gave him a lackluster nod.
Going to the small cabinet on the far wall, he rummaged around until he found everything he was looking for. After slipping some phials into his coat pocket, he returned to her unsteady form. He scooped her up and carried her through his room and into the bathroom, where he deposited her on the counter. A small smile was trying to emerge on her face, but she seemed too tired to sustain it. Turning on the taps, he filled the tub with warm water and threw in a slew of recuperative soaking solutions. All he had to do was dunk her in the concoction and get her to drink the contents of the phials in his pocket.
Starting with her shoes and socks, he began to undress her. “How much have you been sleeping?”
She shrugged.
“That much?” he quipped dryly. “You’re staying with me tonight, and you’re getting some sleep.”
“Draco will be worried if I don’t come back.”
“I’ll let him know.”
“He keeps trying to feed me,” she said with a weak smile.
“Feed you? Haven’t you been eating?” He’d seen her in the Great Hall; he was pretty sure she’d been eating.
“Yes. I don’t think he knows what else to do.”
“He’s got good reason to be worried. How could you let yourself get like this?”
Her lower lip trembled. “I’m doing the best I can.”
“Why didn’t you come to me? Get help?”
Hermione couldn’t take one more thing piling on top of her. His displeasure wasn’t a weight she could bear. “I did! I went to Madam Pomfrey.”
“What did she give you?”
“First she gave me a mild sleep inducer, but that didn’t work. Then she gave me some Dreamless Sleep, but I felt awful the next day, and I couldn’t remember anything I’d studied that night. I won’t take it again!”
Severus sighed and tossed all her clothes to one side. “All right, don’t get upset. I’ve got something that won’t have that effect.”
“I’ll be able to study? And remember?”
“Yes. You need to dream. Your brain needs to process what you’ve been thinking about. I’ve got something that will keep you asleep and let you dream. But you have to get at least seven and half hours of sleep with it. It will make you groggy if you try to get by on less.” He could see her calculating when she’d have to end her late-night revising in order to get that amount of sleep.
“Okay.”
Snape helped her off the counter and turned her around to face the mirror. Her bum had been changing colors all week. It was now green in some places, indicating it was on its way to healing. If she’d been taking better care of herself, it would have been further along. (Although, it was starting to coordinate with her plug.) He tapped on the jewel. “Push it out.”
He left her plug in the sink then got her into the tub. She sat with her legs pulled up, resting her face on her knees. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out the phials. Snape handed her the orange one. “Drink this.”
“What is it?”
“Revitalizing Potion—to undo some of the damage you’ve done.”
She tipped it down her throat and handed him back the empty tube. He passed her the next. Hermione recognized the light blue liquid; it was the same potion he’d given her the night they’d been out to the Quidditch pitch. The taste of rain ran over her tongue; she shivered.
He held onto the last phial for after her bath; it would knock her out pretty fast. He’d wait until she was in bed.
“How do you feel?” he asked, shrugging off his coat and rolling up his sleeves.
“Weird.”
“Weird how?”
“The first one made me feel kind of hot, like my muscles and brain are buzzing. The other one hasn’t kicked in yet, but it felt like an icy finger going down my spine.”
“The first one will wear off soon, once your body has repaired itself. The second one is going to make you groggy and dizzy, like last time but worse. Longterm stress takes longer to heal than just a short burst of adrenaline.”
“Aren’t you getting in?”
“I just want you to get warm and relaxed. I’ll be right back. Lie back. I want as much of you soaking in that solution as possible.”
Hermione had never been in his tub alone. It felt too big. She’d left her hair in a messy pile on top of her head, so at least it wasn’t getting wet. The water felt wonderful. Leaning back, she submerged her tight muscles in the warmth. She could hear him walking around in his bedroom. Every couple of minutes, he’d breeze past the door. Do I look so awful that he doesn’t even want to take a bath with me? Hermione needed him to fuck her and drive out all her demons. Sleeping the whole night with him sounded perfect; she wouldn’t just lie there wishing she was with him for hours on end. After fifteen long watery minutes, he finally came back.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked.
“Drunk.” She’d felt the same way at her cousin’s wedding after her parents had let her drink too much wine.
He smirked. “Do you want to stay in longer?”
“No. My hands’re pruning. Unless you’re getting in too.”
“Why don’t we just get in bed." He held out his hand to pull her up.
“That sounds nice,” she murmured.
He helped her stand, and the room started revolving. “Severus, the room’s spinning.”
Nodding, he wrapped a towel around her and picked her up again. He carried her to the bed and used his wand to dry her. “Cold?”
Hermione tried to shake her head but that made the room tilt as well as spin. “I’m fine.”
He took off her towel and tossed it over the chair. “Roll over. I want to put something on your arse.”
“On it or in it?” she asked as she rolled to the middle of the bed.
He smirked at the back of her head. “On. There will be no in until you’ve gotten adequate sleep.”
“At all?”
Her muffled incredulity made him chuckle. “At all.”
“Severus, please. I need you. You haven’t shagged me since last Tuesday.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were coming all over my hand this week.”
Hermione felt him climb up next to her and rub a blob of cream over her bum. “I’m not complaining—I loved every second of it. I just miss you. I miss you being inside me.”
He missed it too, but he would feel guilty shagging her in her current state. Severus kissed her shoulder as he massaged her bum. “The sooner you take the sleeping potion, the sooner you’ll wake up, and the sooner I’ll fuck you.”
Hermione turned her head, scrutinizing his face. “You promise you’ll fuck me in the morning?”
“Yes.”
She sighed. “All right then. Give it to me.”
“That’s what you always say,” he teased.
A drunken giggle slipped out. “Severus! I do not.”
“Yes, you do,” he assured her and pulled the cork out of the final phial. “Here.”
Pushing up on her elbows, she downed the midnight blue liquid; it tasted, oddly enough, like cold tea. “Are you going to sleep too?”
“It’s still a few hours until I usually fall asleep.”
“I could suck your dick till I’m out,” she suggested hopefully.
He couldn’t keep a straight face after that offer. “Tempting as that sounds, I can wait until later.”
Her face dropped. “Will you at least get in bed with me?”
He started to get in next to her.
“Without your clothes,” she added.
Severus nodded once. “Very well.”
Hermione watched him get undressed, her eyes blearily following his hurried striptease. As soon as he was under the covers with her, she was touching him, running her hand up and down his side, kissing his chest and neck.
“Slow down,” he groaned. “You’re supposed to be going to sleep.”
“I wanna dream about you,” she explained. Her voice sounded slurry with exhaustion.
Rolling her onto her back, he pinned her down and brushed her hair away from her face. “You’re going to stay nice and still and quiet,” he countered. “I will keep you distracted until you’re asleep as long as you stay calm.”
Hermione smiled up at him. The bed was slowly spinning in a circle. Despite the unstable nature of his room, she felt relaxed and fluid, as if she were melting. Such a dear man. Freeing one arm, she patted his cheek. He must have shaved before she got there . . . or used some kind of charm. His skin felt exceedingly smooth and warm under her fingers. Turning his head, he kissed her palm.
She smiled wider. “You’re so nice."
He snorted. “The potion is making you delusional, pet.”
“So nice." She sighed as he kissed her neck. “You’re my fav’rit professor.”
Snape grinned into her neck, chuckling softly at her praise.
“You are,” she assured him. “Espeshly when you’re naked.”
“Espheshly?“
“I remember everything you said th’other day about venom an’ fangs.”
He stopped licking her throat. “That was during class. I wasn’t naked.”
“You were in my head.”
“Is that what you’ve been thinking about when you’re supposed to be working?”
“Suppose’ t’be working?” she said in an offended tone. “I always do my work.”
“You do your work, but you don’t take notes anymore. You just stare at me . . . or parts of me. I guess this explains why.” He kissed his way down to her breasts.
His mouth was warm on her nipple, and his tongue lapped and swirled over the tightening skin. She giggled. “I love your tongue, Sev’rus.”
“Yes,” he muttered. “I got that impression.” Both of her nipples had puckered, and they shone with his saliva, like small glazed cherries.
“I’m getting wet.”
Snape stopped and listened to her heart beating. She was getting too excited. Her tits would have to wait until later. Going back to her lips, he kissed her. It was a strange to keep things slow with no intention of going further. “Calm down, pet. Just relax.”
She let him kiss her, his lips manipulating hers, making her brain numb. The spinning of the bed eased, but the room was starting to fade. It was getting harder and harder to open her eyes each time she blinked. Her eyelashes felt as if they were made of iron. The soft swirl of his tongue plied her into a hypnotic state. Hermione didn’t want to go to sleep yet, but she was fading fast.
He pulled away and looked at her face. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open. “Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“G’nigh Sev’rus. I . . .”
Her breathing was slow and even, the unspoken thought left unsaid on her lips.
“Hermione?” he whispered. She didn’t answer. He softly kissed her lips one last time then pulled the comforter up under her chin. The potion would wear off around dawn.
He stayed there for a while longer, watching her sleep. It wasn’t what he had in mind for the evening, but it wasn’t all bad. At least he wasn’t alone.
Snape got his book from the nightstand and read for over an hour, her slow, soft breathing a comforting soundtrack. At midnight he put out the candles and turned to her in the semi-darkness. He wanted her closer. Touching him. The neediness of that desire made him uncomfortable. Bloody hell, Severus! Try to keep some distance. You’re just going to be lonely and pissed off when she’s gone. His brain made a good point. But then some other part of his head weighed in on the argument. What if she doesn’t leave? That gave him pause. It was a dangerous thought. Enjoying something while it lasted was one thing, but hope was quite another. Hope was for suckers; it would flatten you.
Severus reached up and stroked her face. The light from the fireplace made passing shadows on her skin. She looked like a fiery angel. He pulled the covers down to her waist, taking in the sight. She was too pretty for him. Pretty witches ended up with handsome wizards. He knew she didn’t judge people on their appearance, but that was just the way the world worked. Besides, what would they do if she didn’t leave? Live in his house at Spinner’s End? Stay at Hogwarts during the school year? Someone was bound to notice her constant coming and going.
Rolling her away from him, Snape curled himself along her back. She was warm and soft; his arm fit around her and his hand found her breast. He closed his eyes. Every touch felt like borrowed time. Good things didn’t last.
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Hermione opened her eyes to a dark room. The pale orange flicker of the dying fire was the only light. There was a split second where she was confused, not knowing where she was; but then she felt the weight of Snape’s arm over her and smiled. Thank Merlin it’s the weekend. I want to stay here forever. She’d never looked forward to the end of the school year before. It would be scary and exciting being out in the real world, but it would be glorious to spend days in Snape’s bed.
He’d been sweet the night before, taking care of her. It was a load off her mind knowing she’d be able to sleep. She just had to remember to go to bed and not spend half the night in the common room reading.
Her bladder jabbed at her. She hadn’t used the loo before she went to sleep. Gently lifting his arm, she rolled away from him and padded to the bathroom. When she got back, she found him sprawled sideways, as if she were still there. Now that she’d slept, she felt better, more clearheaded; and her first brilliant idea was that he needed to wake up and fuck her.
Easing under the covers, she shimmied down until she was level with his prick. He usually woke up before her, so she didn’t often get the chance. The first kiss was as soft as she could make it. She didn’t want him to wake up before she’d gotten anywhere. He might try to make her go back to sleep. Slowly and softly, she kissed and licked his cock. It filled steadily, growing and twitching against her lips.
Severus’s dream took a strange turn. He was grading papers in Advanced Potions, but Granger wasn’t there. Draco was smirking at him from her table, but Snape didn’t know why. The rest of the class was working. Where was she? She never missed class. Draco shook his head as if Snape were an idiot. “She’s waiting for you.” “Waiting for me?” “Stop messing about and go get her.” Harry looked up at their conversation and said,“If you don’t find her, I’ll curse you.” Snape didn’t know what he was talking about. All he could think about was finding out where she was. Harry had turned into James when he looked back.“Stop being a prat, Snivellus. I thought you were supposed to be smart.” Ron’s hair grew longer, and when he looked up from his book, he wasn’t a Weasley. Lily smiled at him.“You deserve to be happy, Severus.” It felt as though someone had stabbed him in the heart. “Let go of the past. It’s clouding your future.” Draco nodded and added, “You'd better find her before it’s too late.” Severus didn’t want to look away from Lily, afraid she might disappear. She smiled at him. “Don’t miss out on the living because you’re holding onto the dead. Find her.” He was roaming the dungeons, frantically searching. They went on for eternity. Where ever Hermione was, he’d never find her like this. He stopped, exhausted from his search. It was hopeless. She was gone. Trudging around the next corner, he saw a light under a door. When he opened it, he was in his small garden at Spinner’s End, the sunshine blinding him. She was there, wearing a white sundress that was almost as bright as the sun. “Severus!” she exclaimed, looking up. “What took you so long?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Dashing over to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled up at him. “I missed you today.” He leaned down and kissed her. He realized he’d never kissed her in broad daylight before. It was nice. Warm. She smiled and unzipped his fly. Her hands were all over him, and then she was kneeling in the grass, taking him in her mouth. “Hermione,” he groaned.
“Hermione.” Her name was on his lips as he opened his eyes. His dream was still vivid in his mind, and he was briefly confused by the sudden darkness. His dick was rock hard, and feeling around under the covers, he found the cause. Pushing down the comforter, he uncovered her curly head.
“Hello,” he muttered. “You’re up early. Feeling better?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Having fun?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Come up here.”
Hermione scooted up the bed until she was face to face with him.
“Are you trying to hint at something?”
She smiled. “I wanted you to wake up happy.”
Severus held back a matching grin. “You’re a paragon of generosity,” he drawled. “Nothing in it for you?”
“Maybe a little. Did it inspire you?”
“Inspire me?” He chuckled, running his finger down her chest. “That’s a euphemism I haven’t heard before.”
“I thought you might wake up dying to fuck me.”
I’m always dying to fuck you. “Manipulation from a Gryffindor. You’ll be chucked out if the others find out.” His fingertips plucked her nipple.
“I prefer to think of it as inspiration.”
“I don’t recommend the road of self-deception.”
His pinching made her arch closer to him. “What about you?” she asked.
“What about me?” he replied, pinching the other nipple.
“Mm,” she moaned. “Taking care of other people isn’t a Slytherin trait.”
“It is if it benefits us.”
She studied his face as he watched her nipples react to his ministrations. After what he’d said the other night, she didn’t really believe that there was any ulterior motive behind his care. “I won’t tell anyone.”
He looked up at her. His rebuff had been cold; he didn’t know how to respond to accusations of kindness. “They wouldn’t believe you anyway.”
She kissed his nose. He looked affronted, which only made her laugh. “Take care of me some more. Use your cock this time." He wouldn’t get uncomfortable about the affection if she mixed it with sex. He’s right. I am manipulative.
Severus smirked back. Her sweetness rolled so swiftly into debauchery. He slid his hand down to her muff and carded his fingers through her pubic hair. She wasn’t wet yet. He wanted the sex to be as stress-free as possible for her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her beg for it. “Get on your back. Show me what a good patient you are.”
Hermione beamed at him and rolled over. He crawled down and spread her legs. The warm feel of his breath on her pussy made her shiver. Her clit seemed to be straining to get closer to his mouth. His tongue was slow and soft, just like the night before, and the longer he licked, the more her brain quieted. There was a muffled detachment to the outside world, as if she were underwater.
Severus licked her until she was bucking against his face, her hips popping off the bed trying to find release. Her juices smeared over his chin and lips like candy glaze; it collected at her entrance, building to a milky bead, which he lapped away. She whimpered his name, a steady petition for his mercy. He had no problem showing her mercy, he just liked hearing her.
“Severus, please!” she groaned, digging her fingers into his hair.
“Please what?” he asked as he curled two fingers into her channel.
A growl skipped out of her, turning to a whimper halfway through. “Please make me come.”
He wrapped his lips around her clit and rubbed his face into her.
“Ah! No, no, no! I want you inside me.”
She had never requested her orgasm happen in a particular way before, as long as they happened. There were pros and cons for each possibility; but at that moment, feeling her clench around him while watching her face seemed like the more important pro.
He rubbed his heavy cock through her folds, watching her eyes roll back. As soon as he was inside her, she clamped her hands on his arse and ground herself against him. Her muscles rolled around him like a snake. Tighten. Roll. Tighten. Roll. She hissed through her teeth then her jaw dropped when the contractions peaked, her pussy twitching around him as she came. Her intensity always left him speechless; he was lost in her until the spasms died out.
“Oh God,” she whispered, running her hands up his back. “So good.” Complete sentences were too daunting for the moment.
He started to move inside her, and she blinked up into his face like a sleepy cat. “Are you ready for more?” Severus rumbled.
“You know I am."
“Tell me how you want it, pet,” he breathed in her ear. “Nothing too rough. You’re not really better yet.”
The vibrations along her ear made her clit throb. She wanted to spend all day with him whispering to her like that. Her legs wound around his hips, urging him to go a little faster. “Hold me down.”
He looked her in the eye. “Hold you down or tie you down?”
“Hold me down. With your hands.”
That didn’t sound too rough. He nodded and pulled one of her hands from his back. Without further prodding, she released him and held her arms loosely over her head. He stared down at her and wrapped his fingers around her wrists; they were so small he could easily encircle them both with one hand. She let out a shaky sigh, obviously enjoying it.
“I love it when you’re like this,” he whispered. Truthfully, there wasn’t any way he didn’t love having her.
“Like what?”
“I’m barely doing anything, and you’re already creaming my dick.”
She blushed and bit her lip. “I like it.”
He raised one eyebrow and smirked. “So I gather. If you enjoy restraint so much, maybe I should tie you down next time I punish you.”
She never knew when he was just talking to turn her on and when he really meant it. Either way, she liked what she heard.
“You’d look lovely bent over my desk with your legs tied open.” Her grunt of agreement panted past his ear. “I could do all kinds of things to you in that position.”
Oh God!
“I could fill you up with soapy water and watch you hold it while I get your arse nice and red. What would you prefer? The cane? The paddle? Or is the riding crop your favorite? We haven’t used the flogger in a while. I wonder what it would be like to fuck you while you held that water inside.”
Hermione’s eyes flew open. She didn’t know if she could handle that. The surge of moisture that accompanied the jolt through her sex suggested her pussy was in favor of the idea (and possibly in cahoots with Snape).
“Mmm. You do like that, don’t you? Maybe we should let Draco watch. He could pick what to use on you. He is our guest after all. I bet he’d like to see you with the ball gag in your mouth too. What do you think, pet?”
I think my pussy needs a flood warning. She couldn’t stop thinking about how Draco had said he’d like to whip her clit until she came. Hermione had a strong suspicion Snape would let him do it too.
“Please don’t let him see all that,” she panted.
“Why not?”
“It’s humiliating!”
He leered down at her. “That’s what makes you so wet.”
“I’d never be able to look him in the eye again!”
“You could if he did something equally embarrassing.”
“Like what?”
His leer curled into an evil grin. “Once your arse is clean, he could probably be persuaded to lick it.”
Her eyes got wider. “What makes you think he’d want to?”
“Hormones make boys do lots of things that might surprise you.”
“I thought you said that hole was yours.”
“A tongue can’t hurt you. Just think about it for now. Nothing’s set in stone.”
She’d pretend to think about it, but that particular portal was only for him. No way was she going to let Draco back there . . . with his pretty mouth. No! That was so wrong! Bad Hermione. Besides, Draco was awfully prissy. It didn’t seem likely that he would ever agree to it anyway. But, then again . . . wasn’t that what people thought about her? Goody-two-shoes Granger. Maybe what people were willing to do in private was more ambiguous than meets the eye. What if he would do it? Should she let him? If Snape really did all those things to her in front of him, she’d have to just to keep things even. Even if Malfoy didn’t tell anyone else, he’d never let her live it down.
Severus fucked her faster. She looked lost in thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested it. He didn’t want her to worry about it; she had enough on her plate. He needed to distract her and pull her back into his path. “I dreamt about you last night, pet.”
Hermione snapped back to the present and met his eye. “Really? What?”
He had no intention of relaying the entire dream. It was too personal. “We were out back in my garden at Spinner’s End. You were on your knees, sucking me.”
Hermione grinned. “I want to do that in real life. How nosy are your neighbors?”
Snape smirked. “If it’s what you want, I’ll find a way.”
She struggled against his hands, testing how firm his grip was. He squeezed tighter. “I want it,” she assured him. What would he be like at home? Alone. She wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off him. “Please fuck me harder.”
“Stay calm. We’ve got all morning.”
Forcing herself to relax, she watched his face. He always looked so serious when he was fucking her. It was sexy as hell. He kept rubbing her clit with his pubic bone and then shifting back, making her arch for it. Another orgasm was closing in on her. She wished she could grab his bum and force him to hit her at just the right angle and speed. Fighting against his iron grip, she encouraged him to hold her tighter.
Severus growled at her and shifted, using both his hands to pin her wrists on either side of her head. The change in position gave him better leverage, and he gained the balance he needed for more speed. Even though she was pulling at her hands, the rest of her body felt loose and pliable. He’d never seen her “relax fight” before. It was hilariously contradictory. “What is it, pet?”
Blushing, she looked away.
His movements slowed. “Tell me.”
“I don’t know,” she muttered. “It’s stupid. Please don’t stop. I’m getting so close.”
He gave her a couple hard thrusts then went back to slow. “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t tell me. It’s not stupid if it turns you on.”
She sighed. “I just like seeing how strong you are, okay? See, now you’ve made me say something cheesy and cliché.”
He had to laugh at her embarrassment. “Nothing wrong with that. It fits right in with your submissive proclivities.”
“You already knew, didn’t you?”
He smiled and resumed the quick pace. “I see the way you look at me when I pick you up and toss you around the bed.”
She blushed brighter thinking about it. “I just wanted you to pin me harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you right now, pet. You’re still healing.”
“My hands are going numb.”
Snape let go of her wrists. “You should have told me sooner.”
“I didn’t want you to stop.” Her limp hands lifted to his shoulder and traced down his bicep. The way his muscles twitched and hardened as he fucked her was beautiful. It wasn’t just the strength. It was visual. Visceral.
“I know, pet. We can go back to normal next week. You should be better by then.”
She slipped her arms around his neck. “Will you lie against me? Use your weight to hold me down?”
Snape nodded and pressed his chest to hers. Usually the prolonged closeup of that position made him feel like a bug under glass, but it was getting easier. She kissed his lower lip. Her brown eyes were scorched, the pupils like craters in the center. Leaning in, he returned her kiss. Once he started, he couldn't stop—didn’t want to. She was whimpering and moaning, her tongue pulsing in time with his hips, fucking his mouth. His balls were getting dangerously tight.
Hermione felt the pressure behind her clit increase. One more step and she’d be at the top, ready to be pushed in a free fall back to the bottom. She couldn’t breathe. His body was pressing the air out of her, and his mouth was cutting off her oxygen. His hips ground into her, and the swirling heat pooled in her sex.
With the first squeeze of her pussy, he started to come. Snape sucked her tongue into his mouth, trapping her there. Her arms tightened around him, pulling him closer; he could feel her heart beating against his. Fast like a rabbit. When the ache in his balls faded away, he released her tongue but kept his lips on hers.
Hermione felt as though he’d sucked her brains out of her head. Her body was thrumming from the orgasm and heady from panting through her nose for so long. Her face felt tingly hot, as if she’d just come in from the cold. He didn’t let go of her when it was over; everything just got slower and slower, like a dying battery.
His tongue searched her mouth, afraid that if he broke contact the pleasant hum coursing through his veins would stop. She was running her fingers over his neck and chest, making his skin twitch and purr. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he carefully rolled them both over, taking care not to disconnect. Electricity needed a circuit. One hand strayed to the back of her neck, just to make sure she didn’t break the current.
She didn’t. Snuggling against him, Hermione let him invade her mouth—and then mounted her counterattack. He tasted of pussy. It was getting easier to breathe, especially now that she was on top. His cock was still inside her, but she could feel it fading; she didn’t mind as long as he stayed inside her. Hermione didn’t know why he was so intent on kissing her, but she wasn’t about to complain. How such a snarky man got to be such a good kisser, she couldn’t imagine; but she was damn well going to enjoy the end result. Her belly kept flipping and settling like an anxious pancake every time he tickled the roof of her mouth.
Severus ran one hand down to her bum. He felt as though he’d taken a hit of that Tranquility Draught he given her; the room was rotating in a dragging circle like a turntable on its last leg. Snape held her by the head and deepened the kiss, swirling into her mouth and then drawing her into his. She made a noise of contentment and rolled her hips into his, shifting his prick around inside.
He had no idea how long they’d been going at it. Maybe it was time to send her back to her room. He was a little groggy from leaving a piece of himself inside her. When he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy, he gave in. He’d have to break the magic sometime. They couldn’t spend the rest of their lives kissing in his bed like a couple of teenagers. Cupping her face, he held back her head so he could see her. She looked just as far gone. Pressing her frazzled head onto his shoulder, he checked the clock. There wasn’t enough time to go back to sleep, but she didn’t have to get back to her room just yet. Groggy kisses peppered his neck, and he ran his hand along her jaw, back into her hair.
“Stay tomorrow night,” he whispered, barely audible over the fire.
She heard the words rumble through his chest and nodded. “Same time.”
“Earlier.”
Hermione smiled into his neck. “I have to study, but I’ll be here as soon as I can without looking suspicious.”
“I’ll give you the same potions. You should be back to normal by Monday.”
“Can we have sex before the potions tonight?” she prodded.
He smiled into the darkness. “I don’t know. I enjoyed your babbling praise last night.”
“What babbling praise?” She didn't remember saying anything untoward.
“You don’t remember claiming I was your favorite teacher?”
“No. Did I really say that?”
“Ugh,” he sighed, putting his hand over his chest. “You wound me, Madam.”
She giggled and kissed his neck. “Just because I don’t remember it doesn’t mean it isn’t true. What else did I say?”
He rubbed his face. “You begged me to tie you to my desk and bugger you till you screamed.”
“Did I?” Sounds like me.
“Yes. Then you said you wanted me to tie a leash around your neck and show you off to my friends.”
She pulled back and studied his face. That wasn’t one of her fantasies. “No, I didn’t.”
He grinned. “Yes, you did. And where do you think I got that idea about letting Draco watch. That was all yours.”
She laughed. “You are such a liar." She’d actually been afraid she’d said something overly personal. “What did I really say?”
“That you’d been having naked class time with me in your head.”
A blush tinged her cheeks. “Well, that is true.”
“Tranquility Draught Hermione is very honest. Maybe I should press you for information tonight.”
“What if you don’t like what you hear?”
“I’m a big boy, I can take it.”
“You already know everything about me. There isn’t anything to confess.”
He checked the time again. “You'd better start getting dressed, pet. It’s almost seven.”
She kissed his cheek and extricated herself from him. She could feel his seed dripping out like a viscous memento.
“Don’t wear your plug today. Leave it here.”
“Okay.” She rolled out of bed and padded over to her clothes. They were warm from the fire. Once she was dressed, she went to the mirror to try to do something with her hair. Anyone who saw her like that would know what she’d been doing. It was hopeless. She balled it into a bun and haphazardly wrapped the elastic around it.
Snape appeared behind her in the mirror. He turned her around then leaned down and kissed her. Her hair issues were quickly forgotten. Fifteen minutes later, he let her go; and she wandered back to her room with her lips tingling—his face all she could see.
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