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The Real Thing	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 9304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-Desire
- 2-Fulfillment
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A/N: Well, I did warn you it was a PWP! Dx

Excited and I’ll admit, now a little nervous, I walked to the bedroom and did as Snape asked. As I waited I looked around his room. It was as I had expected, yet again Slytherin in décor with a large, dark wood four-poster bed. As with all the rooms in the dungeons, there was a fireplace in which a roaring fire was burning, which made the room warmer than I had anticipated, certainly warmer than Snape’s study. The room was pretty spartan except for a couple of chairs by the fire and another next to a dresser.
A shiver ran through me, of expectation and desire, of anticipation and longing, and I wondered if I would be a shuddering wreck by the time Snape finally appeared. But soon he was with me, still fully dressed and looking at me with undisguised desire now, making no bones about the fact that he was looking at and admiring my naked body.
‘Oh, Hermione,’ he whispered as his hands ran through my wild hair, pulling me to him as his lips found mine in another of those blistering kisses that took my breath away.
To hear him saying my name in that way caused a little ripple of pleasure that spread throughout my entire body. My hands found the buttons of his frock-coat and my fingers worked quickly to undo all those buttons. I squeaked in frustration a couple of times until, with a languorous laugh, he pulled away from me and used his wand to disrobe, leaving us both naked and this time, me the one in shock.
Whilst I had fantasised many times about Snape and me making love, it had never actually been that physically accurate — more a general fluffy idea of how it would be without any actual anatomy getting in the way. To see him naked with what looked to me like an enormous manhood erect and ready to go had come as quite a surprise, not least because it was the first one I had ever seen.
I gazed in wonder at the man I loved so much, taking in the wiry, muscular frame with the smattering of dark hair across his chest and a trail leading down from his stomach to that huge . . . thing. Desire flared in me even more strongly as he came towards me, so confident in his walk, and I gave a small moan as his hand stroked my face again, his thumb brushing over my lips before pushing into my mouth. Automatically I began to suck on it before biting gently at the digit. All the while my eyes were locked on his, watching his reaction.
I gasped as his free hand stroked between my legs, moving them apart slightly so he could gain better access to my most intimate area. I gave another small moan as a finger slid into my tightness, shortly followed by a second, and he moved them in and out. My tongue licked around his thumb and I sucked it again, my eyes closing slightly with pleasure as his long fingers pushed deep inside me.
And then his thumb was gone and I threw my head back as I moved on his hand, his thumb now finding and rubbing at the hard nub of my clit. I cried out with pleasure; already this was giving me more gratification than I could ever have achieved on my own. As his fingers made me come I cried out, unable to stop myself, and my head fell forward to rest on his shoulder.
‘Call me Severus,’ he whispered in my ear, causing another delicious shiver to run through my whole body which reacted with his fingers, causing me to moan once again.
‘I want you to suck me, Hermione,’ he told me, his voice a low, dark grumble.
This hadn’t been part of my fantasies. Although admittedly my knowledge of sex and therefore my fantasies had generally been garnered from books, I had ignored those things that didn’t really appeal. Fellatio had been one of them, as it sounded distasteful to me, but now Severus wanted me to do it to him. How could I refuse?
‘I’m new to everything,’ I admitted quietly. ‘What do I do? Tell me. I want to give you pleasure.’
Following Severus’ instructions I knelt before him, reaching to take his erection in my hands. I was surprised at the feel of it, so soft and at the same time so hard. I was worried about hurting him but it soon became obvious that what I was doing to him wasn’t hurting, it was giving him pleasure.
‘Put it in your mouth, Hermione,’ Severus said, ‘Just the head to begin with.’ I opened my mouth and slid it over the end as he’d asked, interested in the taste and texture. ‘Now suck, gently at first, getting harder as you take more of me in your mouth.’
Severus’ hands were back running through my hair as I sucked on him, at first just the tip but gradually taking more. My tongue laved around the soft flesh as I sucked on him, fascinated by and enjoying the sounds of pleasure that he made all the while. But then I began to worry. Severus’ hands were gripping my head more tightly and he was pushing himself into me, sliding deeper than I was comfortable with — in fact, breathing was becoming something of an issue, as was trying not to gag. Harder and faster he thrust until I tried to push him off me, worried that he was going to choke me.
Seeming to realise, he pulled back, explaining how, with the right stimulation, sucking the head could be just as pleasurable as taking the whole thing. For the next ten minutes I followed his lead on that, instead. This was much more acceptable, for me at least, although I assumed it was for him, too. Being so green, I didn’t recognise the twitching that signified his oncoming orgasm and suddenly I found myself with a mouthful of hot, bitter, salty liquid that made me cough as it shot down my throat, as he cried out with pure pleasure.
Severus looked at me worriedly. I smiled to show I was okay. ‘Sorry,’ I said ruefully. ‘I wasn’t expecting that, so I wasn’t prepared.’
Laughing gently, Severus pulled me up. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked. His voice was husky.
‘I’m fine,’ I assured him.
He looked at me intently again. What was he looking for?
‘You said that you make yourself come thinking about me?’
I nodded, not quite sure where this was going. Of all the things I had said to him this evening, why did he have to remember that bit?
‘I want you to show me,’ he said, smiling.
I looked at him in horror. Surely he was joking, wasn’t he? He didn’t really want to watch me wank.
But it seemed he really did. ‘You agreed to do whatever I wanted,’ he reminded me quietly, that smile still firmly in place.
‘But I didn’t think that meant—’
He cut me off. ‘I told you to consider carefully, Hermione,’ he said, his voice darker and more threatening, ‘but you insisted you’d do anything. So now I want you to get on my bed and show me how you pleasure yourself. I want to see how you make yourself come.’
I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment. What I did when I was alone in my bed wasn’t meant to be shared with anyone else. I wasn’t even sure I did it right, if there was a right way to masturbate. But to share something this private . . . even with Severus . . . .
‘Come on, Hermione. We haven’t got all night. Time is ticking away.’ His voice was still husky but had a harder edge to it. I knew if I prevaricated much longer it would get that nasty, sarcastic edge he used so often in class.
Looking unhappy, I climbed onto his bed, noticing peripherally how soft and comfortable it was. The comforter beneath me was satin and velvet and felt good against my naked skin. Closing my eyes, I lay back and tried to pretend I was alone in my own bed, safely hidden under the covers. This illusion was shattered when I opened my legs. At the growl of desire that escaped Severus’ lips, my eyes flew open and I looked up to see him staring at that most private of areas with a look of what seemed like hunger on his face.
‘Beautiful!’ he whispered.
He disappeared and I felt the bed move as he joined me. I closed my eyes again and tried to conjure up one of my favourite fantasies of him and me together, trying to forget he was there as my fingers wandered between my legs, rubbing myself in the way that gave the most pleasure to me as my other hand played with my breasts, switching from squeezing one erect nipple to the other. Soon the fantasy took over and I completely forgot about the real lover watching my fingers closely as I worked towards orgasm with my dream lover, crying out with pleasure as I came.
I lay there with my eyes closed, my body still shaking as Severus took my hand, sliding the fingers into his mouth and sucking. I gave a small gasp of desire.
‘Mmm, truly exquisite,’ he said as he released my hand. I could hear the need in his voice. ‘My turn now,’ he continued.
I gave a loud moan of delight as his tongue connected first with my clitoris and then slid down the whole length of my slit. The feeling was intense, like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it didn’t stop. Wave after wave of extreme pleasure throbbed from the area that Severus was attacking, right through my whole body, causing me to writhe and buck against his tongue, my whimpers turning to louder cries begging for release as the intense feelings became unbearable. In response Severus didn’t release me; instead, he wrapped his arms around my legs so I couldn’t move away, his mouth still dipping and licking and sucking as he dragged me towards another orgasm, this one deeper than any I had ever given myself. My wails of joy as I came were mixed with tears, the emotion inside me bursting out.
I was shaking even harder now, still trying to recover from the experience as Severus’ tongue worked its way up my body, travelling over my stomach, up to my breasts with which he spent quite some time acquainting himself, to the joy of my nipples, which seemed to grow harder and bigger than ever from the attention they were receiving. When he finally had me producing little whimpers of pleasure from what his mouth was doing to my breasts, he moved up my throat and neck, depositing small, biting kisses along the way that added to the tingling I was feeling inside.
And now in my aroused state I was aware of Severus, of his skin rubbing against mine as his hard, taut body pressed against me, and I cried out again in desire, my hands stroking the soft skin of his back. The kisses stopped but he didn’t say a word. I felt something pressing against me and realised that he was hard again. This was what I had wanted and fantasised about for so long, and yet again the reality was nothing like my dreams.
Still silent, I could hear Severus’ breathing harsh and ragged in my ear, his desire as clear as my own, and I felt the pressure as he entered me, thrusting deep inside me. I cried out in pain. This definitely wasn’t a fantasy, and fear rushed through me like a wave. Severus was hurting me — that wasn’t supposed to happen.
By now he had pulled back and then he thrust deep again several more times, each one drawing a cry of discomfort from me. I struggled beneath him, trying to push him off me.
Severus stopped, still buried inside me, and held me down by my shoulders.
‘It hurts,’ I whimpered, tears leaking from my eyes.
‘Not for long,’ he promised, his voice smooth and reassuring. ‘I did warn you I wasn’t gentle.’
He smiled and brushed my face with his hand, then pulled back, causing me to whimper as he thrust again. It wasn’t going to stop, so I surrendered myself to him, trying to block out the pain; and sure enough, as he had said, it did go and was replaced by a feeling so exquisite that once again I cried out, my body now moving against him, my legs wrapped around his as my hands clutched at his back. Harder and faster he thrust, his own grunts of desire and pleasure mixed with mine. My breathing was getting shallower and faster until I was almost panting, something I didn’t seem to be able to control as the feelings inside overwhelmed me. The pain had been worth it to feel this good.
Severus’ breathing, too, was quickening, his thrusts hard and sharp now. And then the orgasm hit me and I was carried away on a wave of bliss, screaming out Severus’ name as wave after wave of ecstasy ran through my whole body. Again I was shaking, but this was immense compared to any previous climax. Vaguely, as if through a fog, I heard Severus call out my name as he exploded deep inside me, holding tightly to me as I shook.
As I lay in Severus’ arms feeling the warm stickiness seeping from between my legs, I realised a few things about the realities of sex. Firstly, real sex had nothing to do with fantasies, at least not the sort of fantasies I had ever had. Secondly, sex was far messier than I had anticipated. And thirdly, once the sex started, the kissing stopped.
The first had been a shock, although the pleasure I received had far outweighed the initial discomfort and had exceeded my fantasies by a million miles; the second, whilst a little uncomfortable, was worth living with for the pleasure of having sex; but the third was disappointing. Kissing had been a big part of my fantasies, and the three amazing kisses I had shared with Severus left me craving more. That he no longer showed any interest in or desire to kiss me was worrying.
I turned in his arms, my face close to his, and I leant forward slightly to place my lips against his. Severus didn’t react. I pressed harder. Still nothing.
‘Please kiss me, Severus,’ I whispered, somewhat desperately I will admit.
That worked. Holding me close, he bestowed another of those toe-curling kisses that made me want to sigh out loud with pleasure.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said regretfully after the kiss had finished. ‘I don’t really kiss that often. It’s not something I’m in the habit of doing.’
‘Well, you should do it more often. You’re wonderful,’ I told him honestly.
He smiled and kissed me again.
Of course, that got me wondering. What did he usually do for sex? It was unlikely that he was seducing his students left, right, and centre, considering the amount of trouble I’d had; and of course I was aware that I was probably one of the few students if not the only one who liked the snarky Potions Master anyway. After all, even I had never made my desire for him public, knowing the ridicule and looks of pity I would get from everyone else I knew for fancying the great, greasy git. And the teachers were hardly likely to be in the frame. After all, old McGonagall must have been at least forty years older than him, and surely he and Trelawny weren’t at it, at least not if he had any degree of taste. So what did he do? Surely he didn’t just resort to masturbation, did he?
As if reading my thoughts, at the end of the next kiss he revealed his secret.
‘This is a very unexpected situation for me, Hermione. Usually, I visit the village when I need relief. Kissing is not required there.’
And then it clicked: the reason for his lack of kissing and probably for his roughness in dealing with me. He was used to sleeping with whores and he didn’t know how to act with me.
‘I’m not a whore,’ I whispered.
‘I know you’re not, Hermione,’ he said quickly, looking at me worriedly in case he had given the impression that that was what he thought of me.
‘I like kissing,’ I told him, ‘especially kissing you. And I think you can be gentler, you just need the opportunity.’ I smiled.
‘And you’re offering the opportunity, are you?’ he asked in amusement, his hand squeezing my breast.
‘Of course. I told you, I love you — and after this evening I’m even more convinced.’
The evening isn’t over yet,’ he drawled into my ear. ‘I haven’t anywhere near finished with you yet.’
I gave a shiver of anticipation. I had no idea what else he wanted, but there was no way I was refusing after the pleasure he had given me.
‘Anything,’ I whispered as my lips brushed against his again.
‘I told you before, you shouldn’t agree to anything so easily,’ he crooned after the latest kiss had finished.
Now he had cottoned onto the kisses he was definitely living up to my fantasies with them, and I would have been happy to spend the rest of my life just lying there while he kissed me.
‘Too late, anyway,’ I pointed out. ‘You told me once you started you wouldn’t stop until you’d claimed me completely. I may as well agree to anything; you’re going to take it anyway.’
He chuckled at this, a rich, dark sound. ‘Always so bloody clever. What have I got into with you, Miss Granger?’ he asked, sounding affectionate.
My toes curled with excitement. Perhaps this might not be a one-off after all. Perhaps there was a possibility for us as a couple. My hand slid daringly to touch him, and I was surprised to find that he was hard again.
‘So eager?’ he asked. That delicious voice was sending shivers down my spine again.
‘Mmmm,’ I murmured.
‘We’ll see,’ he whispered. ‘Lie on your front.’
I did as he asked as his finger began tracing intricate patterns down my spine, causing little tingles of electricity. His lips followed his finger, slowly working down my back until he was at the base, his hand caressing my bottom. It was relaxing me to lie like this, but of course, it couldn’t last.
‘I need to punish you,’ Severus said, his voice dark and rasping again. I immediately recognised his desire and arousal.
‘What for?’ I asked in surprise. I hadn’t moved, still enjoying his ministrations.
‘For not sitting down when I told you to,’ he answered blithely.
‘You already took points off me for that, remember?’ I said, my voice a little prickly. Even now he was being unfair.
‘I was going to put you in detention with Filch if you remember,’ Severus replied smoothly.
I shuddered. God, I had forgotten about that. Was he really going to make me do detention after the things we had just done? Was he really that cruel?
‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to,’ he said smoothly, his hand still stroking my bottom as he kissed my right shoulder. ‘I’m sure I can be more inventive than that.’
That word . . . inventive . . . worried me a little. ‘Inventive’ didn’t mean anything good where punishment was concerned, I was sure. But then again, how bad could it be?
‘Okay,’ I said slowly, ‘so you’re going to punish me for not sitting down. But I couldn’t. I needed to be standing so I could take my robe off.’
‘Ah, yes,’ he said happily. ‘Another reason for your punishment: removing your clothes in my office and refusing to put them back on.’
‘Actually, it wasn’t clothes,’ I pointed out pedantically. ‘It was just my robe.’
‘So punishment, too, for not wearing clothes,’ he said smugly.
I shook my head in disbelief. No wonder he was so good at handing out punishments in class if this was the way his mind worked.
‘Anything else you want to admit to?’ he asked, smirking.
‘Perhaps I should shut up now,’ I said laughingly. ‘I seem to be dropping myself deeper in it with every breath.’
‘How about for being so sexy and seducing me?’ he whispered darkly in my ear. He had moved to lie on top of me and was rubbing himself against me, his hardness pressing into my back at the base of my spine as he moved. I gave a small whimper of delight. ‘No, perhaps that’s unfair,’ he added quietly. ‘After all, you can’t help being so beautiful, and you are truly delicious.’
He must have felt the shiver of arousal that ran through me at his words, the pleasure of realising that he really did find me attractive.
‘Are you ready to let me punish you, Hermione?’ he asked seriously, his body still pressed against mine, his hands now massaging my shoulders.
‘Yes,’ I blurted out. Suddenly I needed it more than anything in the world. Somehow Severus had managed to make me want to be punished by him.
He moved off me and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Come here,’ he said, his voice commanding again. I rose from the centre of the bed and crawled towards him smiling as I went. ‘You definitely need punishing,’ he said with amusement, the smirk back on his face.
‘What are you going to do?’ I asked. I noticed my voice, too, had become huskier, the arousal in it evident.
He stroked my face for a moment while he gave me another of those intensely appraising looks he so favoured.
‘I’m going to spank you, Hermione,’ he said, his dark voice as full of authority as if we were in the classroom. ‘Come here and lie across my lap.’
The mention of spanking made my stomach flip. I wasn’t really into pain, and the idea of being hit didn’t appeal at all. But at the same time, I was incredibly aroused and I wanted to give Severus enjoyment, and it was clear that him spanking me was going to do that. I could at least try it, and if I didn’t like it I would tell him and hopefully he would stop.
I climbed off the bed and looked at Severus. Although he was sitting rigidly, his face once again wearing that inscrutably neutral look, I could feel the arousal and desire coming from him. It was as obvious as my own.
‘Please don’t hurt me,’ I whispered as I lay face forward across his lap, feeling his erection pressing into my stomach as I lay down.
His hand caressed my bottom again. ‘I want you to enjoy this, too,’ he told me seriously. ‘If you don’t, tell me and I’ll stop.’ I nodded to show I understood. ‘I want you to call me sir this time,’ he ordered as the gentle caressing continued. ‘You’re going to count the strokes, Miss Granger, and thank me after each one. Do you understand?’
His voice was so seductive I was almost drifting away into one of my fantasies, one that had nothing to do with spanking, but his abrupt silence made me realise he expected an answer. What had he just said? To call him sir, to count the strokes, and to thank him for doing it. Gods, he really was a sadistic bastard, expecting me to thank him for hurting me. But what choice did I have? At least he said he would stop if I wanted him to. For a moment I debated telling him I didn’t want to do it at all. But that wasn’t possible under my agreement with him. And it was so obvious that he was looking forward to this that I didn’t want to disappoint him. After all, with the pleasure he had given me this evening I owed it to him to give him whatever pleasure he wanted in return.
‘I understand, sir,’ I said, showing that I was ready to play this game.
And then . . . nothing happened. For ages after the caressing stopped I just lay there getting more and more tense, waiting for that moment when the first blow would land, but it didn’t come. Finally, after minutes of waiting, I began to relax. Perhaps he had changed his mind.
He hadn’t.
As soon as I relaxed the first smack came, striking my bottom with a loud crack that made me cry out, both at the sharp pain and the sound. To be honest, it wasn’t as painful as I had expected, as the sound made it seem. It stung, and my bottom was tingling, but it was bearable.
‘You’ve forgotten something.’ Severus’ voice was dark and stern.
Oh, shit, I thought. I forgot to say what he wanted me to. ‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘One. Thank you, sir.’
His hand was stroking my bottom again, soothing the reddened skin. ‘I’ll let you off this time,’ he said darkly, ‘but if you forget again I will punish you more.’
I shivered at the idea of further punishment. I already had no idea how long this was going to go on. Of course, I was tense again, even with the stroking.
‘Relax,’ Severus whispered. ‘The more tense you are, the longer you will have to suffer.’
I realised he wasn’t going to hit me while I was tensed up, probably because it would be too painful or dangerous or something. And he was right: the longer I stayed like this, the longer it took for the punishment to finish. I had to relax.
Finally, I relaxed enough for the second stroke and I called out quickly as soon as the cry had left my throat. By the time the fifth stroke had landed my bottom was stinging, but I realised I was rather enjoying the sensation, especially the soft, soothing caress after each stroke. I was now fully immersed in this game and no longer tense; instead, I waited almost eagerly for the next stroke just so I could call out what Severus wanted to hear, so I would be rewarded with that wonderful, soothing caress.
‘You have no idea how much or how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, Hermione,’ Severus whispered, his voice full of passion as I writhed against his erection after calling out for the seventh stroke.
By the tenth, my bottom was so sore that taking the stroke was hard. A hiss escaped my lips as his hand landed, tears filling my eyes now. But I still managed to squeeze out, ‘Ten. Thank you, sir,’ before biting my lip and praying that he wasn’t going to punish me anymore. If he did I would have to beg him to stop.
But it seemed he was aware of my distress or felt my punishment had come to a natural end because the soothing continued without any more strokes.
‘You look amazing,’ Severus said, and he bent to kiss the reddened skin.
I imagined what my bottom must look like, bright red handprints against my pale skin. I wished I could see it, to see what gave him so much enjoyment. And then I moaned as his fingers slid into me, their passage easy due to the wetness of my arousal.
‘Hmmm. You enjoyed that, I see,’ Severus said. I could hear the pleasure in his voice.
Had I really enjoyed it? The answer was yes. Although it had been painful, especially at the end, I had enjoyed Severus taking control of me that way and it had got me very wet, as he had just discovered. I whimpered again with pleasure as his lovely long fingers pushed deep inside me, causing me to wriggle on his lap. I heard a hiss escape his lips as I rubbed against his erection again. Perhaps he would take me again. Surely I deserved that after the spanking, and he was obviously ready.
But then came the next shock. Severus had removed his fingers from my wet core and was now probing somewhere I’d never expected. I gasped out loud as he slid one long finger into the tightness of my bottom and I whimpered when shortly afterwards the second finger joined it, slowly pumping in and out of the tight hole. This was wrong. I knew about anal sex but it was unnatural, not something that normal people did. It was one of those taboos you just didn’t get involved in. And yet once again Severus, the man I loved with all my heart, wanted to do this to me.
‘Relax, love.’ His dark voice was back to soothing again. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
My brain picked up on Severus calling me his love. Did he mean it? I realised that his fingers didn’t feel bad inside me, just unusual, and that was probably only because it wasn’t something I had ever done before. A moment later he removed his fingers from my bottom and slid them back into the molten wetness of my core. He pushed deep, causing me to moan again and move against his fingers, and then they were removed once more.
He pulled me up and sat me beside him on the bed, which I did carefully and uncomfortably as my bottom was still sore, then pulled me into his arms for another of his killer kisses that made my heart beat faster. For some reason, I felt the urge to cry. The emotions rolling around inside me were almost overwhelming, but even though the tears would have been of pleasure I managed to stop them, not sure that Severus would understand.
‘I want you to lie on your front again,’ Severus said gently, finally releasing me from the kiss.
At least he didn’t want me on my back. I wasn’t sure I could manage that at the moment, as sore as my bottom was. Reluctantly I left his arms to lie back in the middle of the large bed, face-down as he requested but with my head to the side so I could look at him. For a few seconds he watched me, his hand back to caressing my sore bottom before he joined me on the bed, lying on his side and looking at me intently once more.
‘Open your legs, love,’ he requested as his hand left my bottom to slide between my legs again, his fingers once more finding my wetness.
Of course, I did as he asked, moaning with pleasure when his fingers entered me. But again it was a short-lived pleasure. It seemed the only reason for them being there was to get them wet enough to go back into my bottom. He moved so he was behind me, concentrating on what his fingers were doing, his other hand moving me until my position was as he wanted it.
It wasn’t such a shock this time round, although a part of me still felt it was wrong. But I said nothing, allowing Severus his pleasure as always, already resigning myself to what was coming next. Whilst he did evidently intend to take me again, it wasn’t in the way I had hoped. Now I knew why he hadn’t finished with me. Relaxing worked wonders, as always, and by the time Severus removed his fingers I thought I was no longer quite so worked up about what was to follow.
Severus lay upon me again, his hard length pressing at the crack of my bottom as he rubbed himself against me. I gave a small moan of desire, enjoying the feel of his skin on mine once more. His mouth kissed my shoulders and neck for a while as I relaxed further.
‘On your hands and knees, Hermione,’ Severus’ voice — dark, low, and full of desire — breathed in my ear. ‘Time for me to claim you completely.’
I gave a small moan of dissent. Whilst I had known this was coming, now I was scared. Normal intercourse had hurt at first. How much worse would this be with Severus’ huge . . . thing going somewhere even smaller, somewhere it definitely wasn’t meant to go?
As ever, Severus picked up on my distress. His arms wrapped around me as he rolled onto his side, taking me with him.
‘What’s the matter, love?’ he asked gently.
‘I’m scared,’ I admitted in a small voice, feeling stupid although I couldn’t help it.
‘Surely you know by now that I’m not going to hurt, you don’t you?’ he asked, that soothing voice washing over me again.
‘I know, but you’re so big,’ I said frantically.
‘Shhh, love,’ Severus crooned, holding me tighter. ‘Just relax and everything will be fine. I promise.’
‘And if I hate it?’ I cried sharply.
‘Then we’ll stop,’ Severus replied reasonably. ‘Although this is happening because I want it, the idea is for us both to enjoy what we do together. There’s no point in doing something one of us doesn’t like.’
We lay there, for how long I have no idea, Severus just holding me and speaking quietly in my ear, reassuring and soothing me. Finally, when he judged me ready, he moved my position slightly, not onto my hands and knees as he had originally suggested but still holding me close to him as he spooned behind me. He had called me his love several more times now and my heart sang with joy at that, regardless of what was going to happen next.
Severus was gentler this time. Fear that he would be as rough as before had caused me to tense, but he took it slowly, using a strong lubrication charm. When his initial push caused me to cry out in discomfort he cast the charm again and again until he was satisfied that I would feel no pain at all. And he was right. I felt no pain, although to be honest, I wasn’t sure I liked the feeling I did have. It was an unusually full feeling, although Severus was obviously enjoying it from his side.
He cried out loudly every time he pushed into me, each thrust taking him slightly deeper and causing me to feel more uncomfortable. Eventually, I could take it no longer and I cried out to Severus, begging him to stop. To his credit he did as I asked immediately, finally getting me to move onto my hands and knees instead, and his erection plunged between the soft pink lips of my labia. He moaned loudly with pleasure as he buried himself deeply inside me. I moaned too from the depth that this position enabled and the feeling of him inside me, where I had so wanted him, once more.
And now he was rougher again, thrusting hard, knowing I could take it, my cries giving away my enjoyment. His hand found my clit and he played with it as he rode me again, bringing on an orgasm of earth-shattering proportions — for me, certainly, although maybe for both of us. I felt as if I had exploded into a million tiny points of light, and a feeling of bliss and absolute love washed over me as I collapsed beneath him, unable to stay in position any longer. My tears finally emerged too; I was unable to stop them as my body shook from the huge spasm rippling through me.
Severus held me, stroking my back as I continued to cry, sobbing into his chest, not sure I would ever be able to stop. I felt completely drained, totally sated, and happier than I had ever felt in my entire life. It was wonderful. I was finally whole and Severus was the one who had made me feel that way, just as I had known he would. In that moment I loved him so completely there was no room for anything in my heart except him.
Eventually, I stopped crying and came down. A happy buzz was still running through me as Severus and I lay kissing. Boy, was I ever glad I had asked him to kiss me. He had really taken inspiration from me telling him what a wonderful kisser he was, and as far as I was concerned he could keep kissing me forever. He could keep doing everything else as well, even the anal sex if he liked it that much. Surely I would get used to it eventually.
But now the evening was drawing to a close. I was aware that it had to be near curfew, maybe even past it, and I couldn’t stay with Severus all night, much as I wanted to. For a moment I wondered if he would give me detention for breaking curfew; then I chuckled to myself. I suspected that any punishments for me in future would involve spanking rather than detentions.
‘What’s the time?’ I asked. I had no idea where the clock was.
‘Just gone eleven,’ Severus said lazily. He kissed me again, then, ‘You need to go to bed.’
‘I’m already in bed,’ I pointed out, smiling.
‘Your own bed,’ Severus said, shaking his head in amusement.
‘I prefer yours,’ I admitted.
‘Hmmm, and I like you in it.’ Severus told me, bending to kiss me again. ‘But you shouldn’t be here anyway, and it’s past curfew.’
‘Are you on hall duty tonight?’ I asked worriedly.
‘Yes. So I’ll escort you back to Gryffindor Tower. Come on . . . get up.’
I sat up and was still smiling when Severus’ hand ran over my shoulder. I didn’t understand the look he was giving me. Had I done something wrong?
‘What’s the matter?’ I asked, my smile disappearing and worry taking its place.
Severus shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. ‘I’m sorry, Hermione — it appears I’ve marked you,’ he said.
I looked down at my shoulder and the purplish bruise that was blooming on my skin. I knew when he had done it. During the anal sex, he had cried out that I was his before biting my shoulder, causing me to cry out in response, and this love bite was the result.
‘I belong to you anyway,’ I said honestly.
‘I am so glad you said that,’ Severus said, his voice a little strained, and I thought he was obviously relieved that I wasn’t going to complain about the mark.
‘I love you, Severus,’ I said fervently. ‘I told you, it’s not just infatuation. Surely you must know that after this evening.’
‘Oh yes. I know,’ he whispered happily as he pulled me into his arms for another kiss.
It was with real reluctance that I pulled away from him, but I knew I had to get back to Gryffindor Tower before Ron and Harry started worrying — and Severus had hall duty to do before he got into trouble with the Headmaster. After all, we hardly wanted Dumbledore to find out what we had been up to. Whilst I was more than old enough to be having a relationship with whomever I wanted, I was sure that teacher/pupil relationships were not allowed and I didn’t want Severus getting into trouble because of what we had done. I didn’t care what happened to me just as long as I could continue this relationship with Severus.
‘We are going to do this again, aren’t we, Severus?’ I asked as I fastened my robe. I watched him as he dressed, using his wand to do up all those annoying buttons once more.
‘You know I should say no, Hermione,’ he said, moving to take me in his arms again.
‘Please don’t,’ I begged quietly. ‘I need you.’
‘And I want you,’ he admitted, ‘Too much for me to let you go.’
I grabbed his head joyfully and pulled him down to kiss me. I loved Severus, and although he hadn’t said the words, he had almost admitted he felt the same way about me.
‘We need to go,’ he said, leading me back towards his study. ‘You do realise I should punish you for being out after curfew, Miss Granger,’ he said with amusement as we stepped out into the corridor.
‘You’re the reason I’m out, though, Professor Snape,’ I said with mock indignation. The problem was that I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious. After all, he was a complete bastard.
‘Oh, I expect I shall think of something appropriate,’ he said with a smirk as we walked down the corridor towards the stairs to the entrance hall.
‘And what shall I tell Harry and Ron when they ask what I’ve been doing?’ I said.
‘What were you going to tell them?’ he asked with interest. ‘Or did you not think your seduction would work?’
‘Well, obviously I hoped it would,’ I said, my cheeks colouring slightly. ‘But you’ve always hated me so much there was no surety that I could change your mind.’
‘I’ve never hated you, Miss Granger,’ Severus said plainly. ‘I disliked you when you were younger because of your annoying know-it-all attitude and your terrible choice of friends, but I’m not blind nor am I stupid. Your other charms are more than enough to override any objections I may have had to you.’
‘So I’m not an annoying know-it-all any longer, then?’ I said, smirking.
‘No, that you still are, but I can overlook that in light of all your other talents.’ He leant closer and whispered in my ear, ‘And believe me, love, you really are very talented.’
I couldn’t help but shiver at his words. I wanted to kiss him but that wasn’t possible now. It would have to wait until the next time we were together.
‘So what was your excuse?’ he asked, reminding me of our previous conversation.
‘Oh. I was going to say I bumped into you on the way back from the Library and you offered me the chance to do an extra project for Potions. A bit of research or something. That would cover any future late nights, too.’ I winked slyly.
Severus nodded, impressed. ‘Very good. I shall tell the Headmaster that you and I are working on a project together. That should leave things clear.’
We had reached the bottom of the stairs to Gryffindor tower now and we stopped.
‘Thank you, Professor Snape,’ I said sincerely.
Severus smiled. ‘I think under the circumstances, Miss Granger, I should be thanking you.’
I laughed. ‘Hopefully my work will improve again now.’
‘Well, if your attentiveness doesn’t improve in my class I shall have to punish you,’ he said warningly. I had absolutely no doubt he was being serious.
‘Well, good night, sir,’ I said as I climbed the stairs.
‘Sleep well, Miss Granger,’ Severus replied, and I nodded.
‘I will now,’ I whispered, then turned and ran up the stairs.
As I walked along the corridor towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, I couldn’t help but think about what I had achieved this evening and just how much I had enjoyed what Severus and I had done together. I was already looking forward to making love to him again and was hoping it would become a regular thing, although I would need to be careful in the future or I would end up getting into trouble and being punished purely because Severus enjoyed it so much.
I was sure I had a massive grin on my face, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was feeling happier than I had done for ages, maybe even ever — so happy I would probably have burst into song if I had been a character in a musical. I paused for a moment, the smile still on my face as I gave the Fat Lady the password and stepped through the portrait hole door, ready to face my friends and spin out a tale; the first of many, I was sure, to explain where I had been all evening.
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