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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72673 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Just to clarify for those of you asking. This is my version of 6^th year HP (HBP). Some elements are canon compliant and others are obviously my own. I probably won’t be elaborating much further on the context outside of the events depicted in this story so I hope that makes sense. DSxx
Cyarsonix – Unfortunately I can’t give anything away ;)
Kvarta – ‘After nearly 16 h of work it was like a glass of fresh water’ – holy crap that’s a serious shift. ‘For whatever this chapter is tribute to - I'm eternally grateful’ – you should look it up, I think you’d enjoy it.’ Fighting with the cat over chocolate? A likely story ;) ‘"Brits, they think that solution for every problem is a *** cup of tea!"’ – yes I thought the same thing, funny too coming from someone like him. ‘implemented the reading of "body language"’ – Yes, I can imagine he would have mastered such a thing as Legilimency would not be useful in all situations. ‘Would it be too much if I point my hun in to direction of your stories?’ – would he read them? ‘I love it when Sev is a tease’ – so do I xx
Anon – I hope the explanation in my A/N makes sense. Thanks for asking. :)
OO – ‘I play the same game--but by myself. Alas, something is lacking when going solo’ – I totally agree, there is less hysteria involved. ‘I feel this story from both sides’ – I’m glad the balance is finally coming together. ‘I spy the pitched’ – seriously, I think of you every time :)
Ali – ‘you naughty little Christmas plum duff’ – LOL. I have seriously never been called that before. ‘What's up Mum?’ – don’t worry I get that all the time ;) ‘Yes I'll be hosting my usual get-together in Lancashire this NYE’ – I so wish I could come but will suffice with sending through another chapter. And thanks for the chapter name suggestions . . . I suspect I’ll be calling upon them towards the end. xx

Chapter 18 – Gag Order

Considerate. That’s the word that kept coming back to her.
Hermione scanned her Arithmancy text but as soon as she started reading, she felt his warm, sensuous hand slipping between her thighs. Squirming at her desk, she turned to see if she was still alone. Everyone must still be in classes—or in the common room. She sighed. It really wasn’t the best place to masturbate. In fact, there was very little room unless she perched herself right on the edge of her chair.
But she’d found herself succumbing to the ever-increasing need over the past weeks. It seemed counterintuitive because she’d never had so much sex in her life—obviously. And she would have expected herself to be satiated by what she was getting. But, in fact, the opposite seemed to be the case—the more sex she had, the more she seemed to want it.
But was it the sex or was it him?
Considerate. It came back to her again. He really was exceptionally considerate. Ever since she’d left his chambers, she’d been wondering how many boys her age would have done what he’d done. She doubted any would have pulled off something so bookishly erotic as he had anyway, but the fact that he’d brought her to orgasm and been satisfied with a goodbye kiss—despite the mammoth erection desperately trying to burst through his trousers—it was . . . considerate.
And she wanted to do something equally considerate in return. She’d been practising. Yawning, she stretched her jaw which was still sore . . . she may have practised a little too much. Still, she felt he deserved it.
And for her diligent work, she deserved . . .
Glancing over her shoulder a final time, she pulled up the front of her skirt and slipped her fingers down the front of her knickers. It would have been much easier if she’d taken them off but she was more concerned with being able to appear relatively normal if anyone came in.
Her pussy was sopping—already. As she smeared the lubrication around her clitoris, she pondered how much her attitude had changed. She found it surprisingly difficult to remember how much she’d despised him the first time. And that was probably because she’d never actually despised him. It had been the circumstances—and she’d considered him weak-willed and overly compliant.
But she could now see that her perception had been largely a result of ignorance—her lack of understanding of the complexity of what he was dealing with. Also, she’d been struggling with the fact that she couldn’t reconcile the nasty bastard she’d experienced as a student, with this gentle, considerate man who had clearly been attempting to make her experience as palatable as possible.
Professor McGonagall’s insights had provided some recent clues. And she wondered now whether a lot of his gruff, cantankerous demeanour was a cover for a high level of sensitivity, thoughtfulness and concern—and even a fear of it being known. Obviously any show of weakness in the past had brought him hardship. He’d learned to cover it well.
She even felt a growing sense of protectiveness over him. He was clearly capable of dominating her, but it felt like even his more forceful actions had been done ‘with’ her, not ‘to’ her—as though she was an equal participant in the experience. And she had been. In fact, that whole part had been a revelation.
The thought of his body slamming against hers, his pelvis grinding and pummelling, had her fingers moving more rapidly over her aroused nub. She realised then that her other hand had subconsciously slithered under her shirt and was rolling and tugging her nipple in the same way that he did. She closed her eyes, recalling his face as he’d thrust his fingers into her—so fucking intense.
Catching herself moaning, she bit her lip. She was so close. And then she thought about his tongue slipping out to lick her juices off his fingers—the tongue that was just as likely to thrust up inside her. And she suddenly felt it.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” she hissed as she came, her head curling forward, her eyes squeezing shut as the tremors shook her.
She rubbed until the last convulsions died away, finally opening her eyes to blink blearily at the light streaming through the window in front of her desk.
“That looked like a good one.”
Gasping, she jerked around to see Parvati slinging her satchel onto the ground beside her bed.
“Anyone we know?” She grinned before starting to unbutton her shirt.
Hermione quickly snatched her hand from her knickers before flicking her skirt back down.
“I’d ask if it was me . . . but I suspect that might be wishful thinking.” Parvati threw her shirt over a chair before pulling on a T-shirt. “It’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think?”
Hermione swallowed with difficulty.
“We’re going for a walk to Hogsmeade—do you want to come? Oh, actually you just did that . . . perhaps I should ask if you would care to join us?”
“Uh.” Hermione glanced down at the book on her desk.
“Please don’t tell me you have to study.”
“I . . . have to study.”
Parvati approached her. “I’d ask if you were okay . . . but I hope that you would have told us if you weren’t.”
“I’m . . . I’m fine.” Hermione smiled weakly. “I’m just . . . a little . . . wound up.”
“Tell me about it.” Parvati stared at her a moment before looking away. “Well, the offer’s there.”
She headed for the door.
“Vati?”
Parvati turned.
“Thanks for asking . . . And . . . please don’t tell anyone.”
“That you’re human?” Parvati gave a wry smile. “Of course not.”
***
Despite the warmth that permeated the rest of the castle, Hermione felt the temperature dropping rapidly as she descended into the Dungeons. She couldn’t imagine having to live down there. It was no wonder he’d invested in soft blankets and satiny sheets, with fires almost permanently burning in the grate—no doubt it was an attempt to soften the harshness of his grim dwellings.
Surely the man deserved a modicum of warmth in his life . . . and possibly a little light?
It turned out that he must be of the same opinion as that’s what greeted her when he opened his door. A fire leaped and crackled behind him—it would be the only place in the castle currently requiring one. But the heat it provided happened to pale in comparison to that from his smouldering gaze which immediately scorched a ravenous trail over her body. He was clearly desperate—and no wonder after the state she’d left him in on Monday evening.
He didn’t step back to allow her into his chambers and so she was forced to squeeze through the gap between his torso and the doorjamb. Strong arms trapped her half way, his head dipping down to trail soft lips down her temple.
She began to think she mightn’t even get in the door this time before he took her.
Raising a hand, she clamped it over his mouth before pushing past, taking him by the hand on the way through and knocking the door closed with her foot.
Guiding him over to the chair by the fire, she pushed him down into it, drawing an amused smirk—one that she was finding increasingly sexy—and made even more so on this occasion by the inquiring arch of one elegant eyebrow.
Kneeling before him, she proceeded to pull off one soft leather boot, and then the other. Then she reached up to his fly. Something was clearly already happening in there, so she quickly flicked the button open and pulled down the zipper before dragging his trousers over his hips and tossing them aside.
Black boxer shorts—silk. No surprises there. And as much as she could imagine leaving them on, accessing him through the opening and enjoying the feel of the soft material slithering against her skin, she knew that the two of them were probably going to have to change positions relatively quickly and so the shorts would have to go. Curling her fingers under the elastic, she pulled those down also, releasing his member so that it bounced against his abdomen with a hefty twang.
It was the closest she’d been to his cock since he’d been unconscious. And for some reason being this close when he was watching felt so much more . . . intense. But she was determined to show him that she was willing to return the favour. She’d always been proud of paying her own way and was never a passive recipient in anything. And despite the fact that she was still extremely inexperienced, she felt she owed it to him to at least have a go.
Drawing her wand from her sleeve, she lifted the tip to a spot just above her throat and cast the Histomalleus spell. The change she felt as a relaxing and opening of the muscles—as it had when she’d practiced in her room.
Glancing nervously up at him, she saw nothing but desire in his face. It was enough. Slowly sliding her hands up his bare thighs, she watched his jaw tense and nose lift as he focused intently upon her. Her small hand closed around the thick base of his shaft before she pushed herself forward on her knees and placed a tentative kiss against his warm, silky skin.
He closed his eyes. It was almost too much already. This week’s abstinence had been particularly painful. The knowledge that she wanted him and that he, in turn, wanted her had kept him in a perpetual state of semi-arousal. Potions classes had been particularly difficult. She’d continued to pretend to ignore him but even her mannerisms—the way she distractedly curled a lock of hair around her finger, rocked her foot from side to side as she read, chewed her lower lip as she stirred her cauldron—he noticed it all. And then he’d imagined being inside her—a serious mistake, requiring him to sit behind his desk for the remainder of the lesson.
And now she was here, dragging the lips he’d been pining for up his erection, tipping her moist, pink tongue out in a delicate trail that cooled with each shallow breath. The way she handled him was both diverting and endearing. While the hand on his shaft tentatively stroked up and down, the other remained splayed across his thigh, clenching him with what he knew was fear. But the fact that she continued to work her way determinedly up toward his head, panting with the emotional effort, filled him with even greater admiration.
And when she finally took him in her mouth he shuddered with ecstasy, his hyper-sensitive head surging and throbbing in response to her hot suction.
Tunnelling one hand into her hair, he dragged it back from her face so he could watch the fine bones of her jaw working. It was utterly exquisite. And he knew he was enjoying it too much. Too much for a member of the Order who was benefitting from the services of another. Too much for a man watching the efforts of a girl less than half his age. Too much for a teacher watching his student desperately striving to gratify him.
The irony was that the last time he could remember someone genuinely trying to please him was her—Hermione—in his classroom, before all this started.
And he’d been harsh on her. He resented spending his own life in servitude, and he equally despised recognising that need in others.
But now. Seeing her. Watching her taking him increasingly deeper into her, having cast the Histomalleus spell to enable it, he realised that it wasn’t servitude at all. It was desire . . . a need to give . . . as was the essence of his own endeavours. It had just been twisted in his mind over time. As he had, in turn, twisted her intentions.
His vision turned glassy as he watched her—small determined fist pumping, head rocking in a gentle rhythm. He was wholly undeserving of this. If she knew, she wouldn’t be here—and she certainly wouldn’t be doing this to him.
The Order had equally used her, exploited her determination, her desire to assist, in yet another manipulation.
He caught the sob before it left his throat. He really needed to pull himself together.
Especially since he was about to come.
“Hermione,” he rasped, catching her on the next downstroke. “I need you . . .”
Pulling her up with strong arms, he set her on his lap and quickly pushed her knickers aside, sliding himself into her warm, welcoming passage.
She was his escape. She had quickly come to represent a brief, but increasingly vital, respite from a world that was rapidly closing in on him. And whilst the thought of a relationship with her was as unrealistic as it was improper, it didn’t stop him wanting it—his oasis.
The difficult thing was that it seemed to be happening—they were both actively pursuing more, and drawing closer all the time as a result. Inevitably, he knew it would reach an end point—all of it. And any chance to experience something like this would be beyond him.
Of course he was conflicted. But when wasn’t he? He felt guilty. But when didn’t he?
Embracing her even more tightly, he thrust into her until he came, the sob finally breaking free.
He sounded so anguished. She thought he would have been relieved—the enchantment had been fulfilled after all. But his heart continued to thump like a snare drum against her chest.
She waited as it gradually slowed.
“Do you like having sex with me, Severus?” she murmured, brushing her lips against his ear.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Would you prefer to be . . . doing it . . . with someone else?”
“No.”
It was deep and emphatic.
She sighed with relief before lowering her head to nestle into the curve of his neck.
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