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The Fantasy Book	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44517 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Sorry it's been ages since a proper update...but I was really having difficulty navigating the direction of this one. I mean it's obvious there has to be SOMETHING more to this than just her pleasing him and such, right? ;-) It's a short chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyhow. At least it's a hot one. ;-)

It was wobbly and she had great difficulty finding and keeping her balance upon it. To turn a regular mattress into a water mattress had only taken him a moment; a simple transfiguration, but adjusting to the feeling against her knees was a different story. His bed was enormous; it seemed strange for someone who seemed to like his solitude; and although she had passed through his bed chambers several times during the year of his coma she’d never really bothered to take in just how large his bed was. The four-poster had been donned with black sheets, and many pillows, all of which were now piled high at the head of the bed.

            Her palms were trembling as she rested her weight forward on them. “Like this, sir?” she asked, her knees spread slightly, her back arched. There was no response, only his hands on her hips and she whimpered, feeling his weight on the mattress threatening to topple her. Her sex was still slick with his cum and her own arousal and she moaned as he slid into her. The watery mattress beneath them rolled as he thrust forward.

            It was a lot like fucking on top of waves; but after a few moments of his hard solid thrusts she fell into the rhythm, rocking her body forward as the mattress roiled, ebbing and flowing beneath her knees. Severus was grunting and growling as he pumped into her slick sex, and she could feel herself building ever closer to reaching completion. One hand was suddenly cupping her breast from beneath, massaging it, pinching at her nipple. The sensation was wonderful; unlike the smooth hand she had fantasized over this hand was rough, but warm, creating friction against her skin, sending thrills of lightning through her body as he thrust into her more quickly than before.

            Hermione moaned as she felt his tongue against her flesh. He slowly licked up the length of her spine and then she felt his lips placing feathery kisses back down it. Her legs trembled, threatening to give under the sensations; her whole body wobbling as he fucked harder, the mattress rolling faster than before; the sound of splashing water filling the room. He held her upright, one hand gripping her hips the other still fondling her breasts, and her mind was too far gone to pleasure to even begin to fathom how he was keeping his own balance let alone hers.

            Severus growled, feeling her tighten against him. The already tight, slick sleeve of her hot womanhood clenched around his erection, pulling him in as he tried to pull out, enveloping him with sweet hot need. Hermione felt hot white stars burning behind her eyes and then she shrieked; the hand that had been pinching at her nipple was suddenly between her thighs at the spot where he was still thrusting hard and fast into her, and his thumb was pressing against her sensitive nerve bundle.

            Hermione came, quaking and moaning, her body trembling, milking his erection as her juices gushed against his flesh. He was throbbing, thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster, the slick wetness growing hotter with each thrust. He growled as he slammed into her, throwing them both forward into the rolling wavy mattress; his seed spilling inside of her as he collapsed against her back for a moment. She was panting, whimpering as his rough hands gripped her hips and flipped her over. She landed with a splash back against the mattress.

            Her eyes were wide as he lowered his head to her shoulder and began to suckle at her neck. One hand was slithering down the length of her body, fingers stroking their way through her thick curls; sticky with their copulation, before they found their way to her entrance. She moaned as his lips caressed the sensitive hollow of her throat, he teeth grazing her skin, his fingers pumping into her sex.

            It was too much; her body was in hypersensitive overdrive. She cried out, body jerking in spasms as his lips captured a nipple and nipped at it. Her raw shriek filled his ears as her body shook, wave after wave of climactic pleasure washing over her. Three fingers pumped in and out of her mercilessly, his thumb grinding hard against her clit as he nipped and suckled her nipples, alternating one and then the other; long strands of his silky black hair falling against her chest, tickling her skin.

            Hermione came hard; a rush of her arousal squirting against his hand. Her thighs clenched his arm hard, her walls quaking with abandon as she shrieked and cried out, riding her orgasm as it ripped through her body. She was panting, her heart was racing and she whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her sex. They were covered in a thick sticky white fluid, and she watched, nearly exhausted as he drew them slowly into his mouth and licked each digit clean.

            “That wasn’t….” she panted, unable to catch her breath. “That’s not how…”

            “Shh…” he muttered and pressed a finger against her lips. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the mattress was still rolling beneath them though more gently than it was before. She let her eyes fall closed for a moment and tried to catch her breath.

            It was several moments before her heart rate slowed and returned to normal. He was resting beside her, also on his back, eyes gazing blankly up at the ceiling. “That wasn’t how it happened,” she croaked. “That’s not how it went in the book.”

            Severus shifted slightly and turned onto his side. The whole mattress rolled, shifting her away from him and then closer to him as the waves in the water crashed into each other. With a frown he summoned his wand and practically blasted the mattress back to normal. He met her gaze with a softness in his eyes. “I did not wish to fuck you again…” he trailed off for a moment. “I wouldn’t have been directly able…” he lowered his voice as he brought his lips to her ear. “And I wished to taste you. Shall I be penalized for having a different fantasy than you imagined, Hermione Granger?”

            She felt a blush creep into her cheeks, which she was sure was impossible because she had blushed so many times that evening that surely there could be no more red color pigment left in her body. Slowly she shook her head. “No, sir…” her voice trailed off. “I just thought you wanted to—”

            “There are a great many things I want to do…do not think that because you have a book you are the only one with fantasies…”

            Her eyes grew wide. “But I thought—”

            “That I drew no interest to you because the fantasy you selected was not to my liking? That you repulsed me? That I would wish nothing to do with you and your book once I discovered what you had been up to while I was trapped in that coma?” a flash echoed in his eyes. “Surely you do not think me so small-minded, Hermione Granger.”

            A part of her wished he had left the mattress alone so that she could have been carried away on its waves into oblivion. Words escaped her, and again her chest tightened. Surely he didn’t fantasize about her, just about women in general and as she was willing why shouldn’t he take advantage? “You knew— when you were in the coma— you knew?” she muttered.

            “I could hear everything…feel everything…I just— couldn’t respond.” He paused. “Well, at least not in a conscious sense,” he added.

            “Oh, Gods,” Hermione turned her head to the side and tried to turn away but his hand was firm against her shoulder as he pulled her back to face him.

            “Your thoughts are as open as that blasted book of yours,” he pressed his lips to her ear. “Learn to think them more softly if you do not wish me to be able to read them so easily…” he growled and then suckled her earlobe into his mouth, tongue slipping over her flesh as he did.

            Hermione whimpered and pulled away slightly. “I’m so confused.”

            “Perhaps I should show you another fantasy to aide with easing your confusion?” a smirk drew across his lips and before she could respond he had stood from the bed and reached his hand out toward her. “Come,” he said in a tone most commanding. Hermione found herself on her feet and following him into the bathroom before she even realized she had moved from the bed.
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