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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
- 16
- 17
- 18
A/N: Nightstar - Thank you, a bit more coming right now ;)

Tight
Severus discreetly checked the clock, 15 minutes, it was five minutes more than he originally had in mind. Hidden behind the large tom, he was monitoring her actions. Hermione tried to inconspicuously roll her hips, she was doing that since they came back to the library. The jittery feeling of arousal raised up a notch, and her nostrils flattered in attempt to suppress panting.
He could feel pressure of ropes tightening in, loose knots snuggling their way into a pressure points, where the swell of her unaccustomed soft tissue robbed them of freedom he granted them. By-product, a miscalculation on his part, was his own tap into her state of arousal and effect it had on him. 17 minutes. Hermione sighed loudly and lowered her book
- Where did you learned all that? –
- You’ll have to be more precise than that. – he drawled
- About shibari, there isn’t any of it in this book. – she huffed
He knew that she won’t find nothing of the information he gave her, another trap laid in front of her, same as the book was. The book was useful but clinical, save the stories. He idly wondered if he pushed her too hard and too fast? He needed her to react, to voice her need, to override the strict self-imposed discipline and indulge, even if it will lead to the confrontation with authority or people she cared for. Not so keen on dwelling which group he belonged to, he smiled
- From Keiko. – her face was motionless but he felt a stab in his solar plexus, stab that was not his
- Oh! –
- Is there something you want to ask me? –
- No…Yes, but I have no right to pry. –
- And who is the one to decide if you are prying or not? Me or you? –
- It is not acceptable by the… -
- Please don’t tell me you going to start raising your hand again. – he groaned – So boring. – he lifted his book again, pretending to read, and several more minutes passed
- Is…Keiko your…well…lover? –
- No. – he lowered his book again
- Tell me about…h…how did you learned all that. –
- Keiko is the artist, I went to see her installation and lingered long enough to see her performance. We talked after the performance, I expressed interest in her art and she was willing to teach me. –
- Installation…with live people? – she sounded amazed
- Yes. Some of it. There were 3 or 4 live pieces, the rest of it was photography or video recording. –
- How could they stay tied up for so long, even if it’s just for couple of hours?! –
- As I told you before shibari is multi-purposed, being tied up can induce meditative state of mind, once you get used to it. Not all of it is sexual in nature, either. –
- Did you… -
- Yes, we had an exchange. She thought me the art, and I allowed her to use me as canvas. I believe some of the picture were part of her traveling exhibition, they were certainly included in her monograph. I have a copy at home. – he refrained from smiling at her confused and flustered look. He could feel twitching of stomach, she was aroused by the idea, it was hard not to snicker “Prudes definitely isn’t her weakness.” 23 minutes. He was now a bit worried that she will put up with whole 45 and that he would have to react first. How will she hold that long, he wondered, her hips rolled more often?
Maybe it was time to turn on the charm, and in his mind, he used word charm in a very loose sense of the way. Sure, muggle women find him attractive, but not in physical sense, he was more of the mystery, air of danger that surrounded him was his key attraction. He was no mystery to Hermione, there wasn’t person on this planet who knew more about him, even more than Luna if the Old Man really kept diary. Modulating his voice to a silken purr he clipped
- If that is all Miss Granger, we can return to our research. –
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Shivers cascaded merrily down her spine, mimicking the brook, at the sound of his voice. She was hanging by the threads as it was. Ropes pressed against her skin did focused her, that much he was right, but they shifted her focus to more carnal and primal thoughts.
Mental image of his body tied-up artistically was overwhelming her senses. She briefly wondered how would the male version of binding he used on her look like? Would it have same effect on him. She was sure that his self-control would be much better, than hers was. He said that shibari supposed to emphasize inner traits of person that is bound, Hermione wondered what kind of binding could express strength and power.
- Are you into bondage? – the question left her lips before her brain was able to process the possible repercussions, he regarded her with curiosity
- No, not intensely, I like artistry in shibari but it is not imperative for pleasure either way. Why? –
- I think I might be. – she admitted, her voice sounding slightly breathless
- Care to elaborate on that statement Miss Granger, or we are going to continue playing 20 questions? –
- It excites me, to think about it. – she admitted, thinking how his voice should be filed as lethal weapon when he sounded like this – From all the books you gave me, those are the books that mostly captured my…attention. –
- Is that so? And why do you think it is? – he frowned, still purring but a line wedged between his brows
Hermione blinked at him, he did ask the right question, she just didn’t have correct answer. Her mind filled with images of being bound, cuffed or simply held…by him. No matter how much she tried to imagine someone else, that another person would fast morph in to his image. This line of thinking increased the need to release the pressure, if she was honest with herself, she was half a step away from repeating the scene from the cave. Annoyed, Hermione rolled her hips again and the soaked rope pressed on her clitoris with more force. Noticing the smug mile Severus tried to conceal, flickers of that maddening flames danced in the depths of his eyes.
“What are you waiting for?”
“It didn’t pass 45 minutes jet. “
“And? Are you going to wait just because he said so? Do you think he would wait?”
“But…”
“You do realize that he planted that book, digressed you from your search?”
“Yeah, I’m not stupid.”
“Why would you play by the rules if he’s willing to play dirty. Deliciously dirty, but dirty nonetheless.”
- Bloody hell! – she yelled startling him to a certain degree
With urgency, she rose from her spot and in a few steps crossed the distance to his chair. In one swift move, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled to his feet, using momentum she shoved him towards the door, making him stumble in the process. She kept on pushing him to the bedroom.
Once they were in the bedroom, with growl she tried to remove hers and his clothes all at once. The incantation fled from her muddled mind and she tugged on his shirt sending buttons flying and bouncing off the nearby wall. He started to laugh
- Slow down, Kitten –
- Can’t…won’t…aghhhhhhhhhh… -
He finally took pity on her and whispered the spell, leaving them unclothed. She leech her lips to his, pulling him down in a teeth crushing kiss. His hands wrapped around her pressing her flushed next to his body and she whimpered. The feeling of his skin, with only silken cord as a barrier, turned her brain into a grey mush.
- What was this? – he mumbled between kisses
- I just…I need you…now! – her voice sounded gravelly in her own ears
- You could’ve ask nicely, Kitten. – his hands glided to the place where he joined rope ends, but she stopped him before he could untie the knot
- Leave it. Can it be done…with the rope on? –
- As you wish. – he whispered, and his voice once more reminded her of the molten caramel, making her shiver the same way his finger made her shiver following the line of the diamond shaped rope below her breasts – On the bed, Kitten, on your hands and knees. –
- I want to look at you… - she protested, but even if she did she moved to obey him, her core screaming at her. Hermione felt like dying, and only feeling of him inside could save her life.
- All in a good time, Kitten. For now, let me show you… - his whisper made her shake, the feeling of his fingers lazing their way against her labial and shifting the ropes, re-positioned them.
Long, needy wail erupted from her chest when she felt his hard shaft pressing at her entrance. Inching his way inside her, he prolonged her torture, forcing her to beg him. Finally, he was safely sheltered in her snatch and she breathed the sigh of relief.
~ S ~ S~ S ~
Severus hissed once her walls gripped his girth. She was scorching hot inside and tight, tighter than usually, like she lingered on the edge of orgasm for a long time. Rope snugged next to the base of his member, adding to the feeling of tightness. By the quiver of her walls and muscles he could tell that she won’t last long, that was fine with him. He doubted he could last long either, not now.
Testing the cord, snug but still loose enough not to cause any damage, loose enough…Hermione seemed to be in a trance, keening softly, motionless as if she was afraid that any movement could disconnect them. Testing with light touch the tissue around the rope solicited soft mewl from her throat. He carefully curled his fingers around the rope encircling her middle and leaned to her ear
- Let me show you how useful this can be. –
Hermione shuddered and tighten her muscles around him, forcing him to grit his teeth. His stomach clenched while electric current run down his spine. With a sharp intake of breath, he forced himself to move. Tightness bordered on painful, but the friction of the channel enhanced by the friction of the ropes was fantastic. His hips gained more speed, snapping faster with every swing, using a rope as a lever to pull her closer and to go even deeper.
With each thrust and pull remaining ropes hugged her more snugly, knots pressed on nerve endings, he could feel each cord like it was on his own skin. Her mewls turn to raw primal cries. He could tell that pulling and thrusting increased pressure on her clitoris, pushing her fast over the edge. Pushing them both.
Hermione went rigid, her scream was ear-piercing, her inside undulated around him drawing a growling yelp from his lips. The bubble of pressure exploded in his abdomen knocking the air out of him, black spots danced on his periphery vision. Her cries died out but her body was still tight, frozen and still keeping him deep inside. Suddenly, she went boneless breathing heavily, she would fall to the bed if he wasn’t holding her, which wasn’t much of an insurance at that moment. His own body betrayed him, every muscle shaking from the ferocity of the orgasm she managed to milk out of him.
Uncurling his fingers, he lowered he gently to the bed, barely managing to lower himself next to her. Breath slowly filled his lungs, his brain was completely blank. Hermione was still breathing heavily, sedated look on her face, but the rush of energy lacked. She was just peaceful, like all the pieces of the puzzle finally fitted together. He glanced at her, soft smile lingered on her lips, her face shining, light radiating from within. Gently he trailed fingers over her cheek, moving slightly damp curls
- Are you sleeping, Kitten? – his voice sounded soft even to his own ears
- No. - she breathed a drowsy whisper
- Come on, up! Let’s get you out of the rope. –
Forcing his muscles to work he pulled her in a kneeling position, nudging gently her knees apart. This wasn’t the ideal position for removing the ropes, but it was safer by far than risking them both standing on the floor. The pips of his fingers tingled as he tugged at the ends, untying central knot. Her skin was reddish under and around the rope edges, he eased each knot and strand with painstaking lightness allowing the blood to return at slower rate, not to cause her pain. She was looking at him with dazed stare, whimpering and shuddering.
Once he removed rope entirely, he eased her back on the bed, trailing the diamond patterns with his lips. She looked like a work of art came to life. Still sedated but with flickers of desire simmering deep within her. With each kiss, she would sigh and arch to him, mutely begging for more. He could spend a lifetime caressing her skin, feeling it silky smoothness under his lips, if this moment never ended he would die a happy man.
Trailing a pattern, he lowered down her belly and tenderly lifted the hood, the clitoris was swollen and hard, red from friction, throbbing. Apologetically he placed a butterfly light kisses on it, causing her to buckle and moan loudly. She was still wet, leaking their joined fluids, I didn’t bother him. Severus continued to lap on her clitoris, until he felt that sensation of slightly arousing pain shifts to extreme sensitivity, only then he continued lower, tasting them both. The aroma tickled his pallet with the taste of belonging and ownership, strange end oddly intoxicating mix.
She bended her knees, supporting the feet on the bed, raising her pelvis high, giving him an easy access. Gently, he parted round globes of her rump and lightly trailed one finger down the waning red line, soliciting a sharp dance of her hips and hoarse “Ouhhh” out of her. With grin, he held her cheeks apart, fixating her hips and trailed the line with his tongue. She cried and twitched her pelvis towards him, arching her back. Sharp pang of pleasure flamed over his nerves.
Her cries and moans, did wonders for the time he would usually need to recuperate, cutting it by more than a half. And he found himself, once again, not just hard but yearning for more, needing to feel her falling apart around him in the same way something deep inside her pulsated, demanding to feel him. If he had time to think he would find it disturbing, but at that moment it was just one more thing affecting his arousal. He didn’t need to wonder, he knew exactly how much he was wanted and needed.
Kissing his way back, he captured her lips with his, she mewled and dig fingers into his hair. Not breaking the kiss, he slid back inside her, her approval vibrated from her tongue to him. Feeling slightly separated from the reason and logic he moved languidly, making her arch a bit with every glide of his hips. He was doing it again, and he was helpless to stop. In fact, he could go like this for hours, relishing in the glorious feeling of tenderness.
Time slipped from them, she was getting tighter by the minute, her desire more demanding, more forceful. He had to fight it, if he wanted to continue, to prolong this feeling of utter bliss. Her desire reminded him of ocean waves caressing the shore, each time she needed that final push, he refused to provide it, selfishly prolonging the enjoyment. Hermione cried an inpatient note, her nails stopped mincing his back and he felt her hot breath in his skin, almost simultaneously as he felt something inside her shifted
- It was you – her breathless whisper tickled his ear – I can’t imagine anyone else but you, tying me up… - her voice trailed off in a soft sigh
And that was all it took, his hips snapped, turning up the speed. The zest causing havoc inside him, carrying him on the wave of pleasure, robbing him of his sanity for a few long moments. Rolling of off her, he tried to still his breathing and the heart that threatened to launch itself from his chest or at least giving its best to do so.
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