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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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21 - Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Blue and bronze banners announced Ravenclaw’s victory for House Cup. Luna had charmed her stuffed eagle, and it was soaring drunkenly around the ceiling. Hermione sat in the Great Hall watching the commotion of the leaving feast with a distracted gaze. Severus had fucked her so hard that morning her pussy still felt sore, leaving her head pleasingly empty. Rowdy first-years and jubilant seventh-years made no dent on her inner calm. Nothing could faze her.
Of course Draco had spent the morning grinning at her like the Cheshire cat, but she couldn’t really blame him. For some reason Ginny was also grinning at her, and Hermione had no idea why. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Ginny glanced over at Ron and Harry to make sure they weren’t listening. Harry and Neville were talking Ministry jobs and watching Ron devour a drumstick in record time. “Has he completely shagged your brains out, or are you just relieved NEWTs are over?”
Hermione blushed and spied on the head table. “Both,” she muttered, meeting his black eyes for a second.
Ginny had never seen Hermione look so relaxed, and it was hilariously funny to know the cause. “You missed a good party last night.”
“No,” Hermione assured her. “I didn’t.”
Ginny grinned. “Harry and I stayed on the couch all night. I’m surprised he wasn’t glued to his shorts this morning.”
Hermione glanced at Harry and choked back a laugh. “I’m surprised you let him keep his trousers.”
Ginny waved off the idea with a dismissive gesture. “It was too risky. Too many people. We had to wait till three something before Ron passed out in the chair. Tonight though . . . hopefully we can get away to the Room of Requirement for some solo celebration. You planning anything?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
Hermione glanced at Snape as he took a bored sip of wine. “Well, I am now.”
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Snape was in the middle of his book when he heard the soft tap at his office door. The clock said it was only 10:45, and with all the end-of-the-year confusion the Head Boy and Girl had to deal with, he wasn’t expecting Hermione until at least 11:30. There was always some crisis: missing personal belongings, last minute tears from first-years, last minute shagging from seventh-years. He was glad he’d made it clear that he wasn’t available for mediating or discipline. At this point in the year, they were their parents' problem.
He opened the door to find Hermione glancing nervously around the hall as if fearful of being spotted. “I wasn’t expecting you until later,” he drawled.

Hermione slipped in and pushed the door shut behind her. She’d hidden her bunches with a strategically wrapped bun. As she pulled the clip from her hair, his black eyebrow rose at her transformation. She wasn’t done. Opening her robes, she struck a sexy pose.
Severus couldn’t believe she’d risked walking through the halls like that. Her shirt was so small it looked as if she’d stolen it from a third-year, The buttons pulled across her breasts (which she’d obviously jacked up in a push-up bra). Her skirt was only a couple inches below her crotch and left a lot of leg visible before the white of her knee socks broke the line of her leg. The pièce de résistance, however, was the green and silver Slytherin tie knotted perfectly at her throat.
“Where did you get this?” he muttered, running his finger under the tie’s pointed tip.
“Draco lent it to me,” she whispered. “Do you like it?”
He nodded.
Hermione’s grin widened as she slid her hands up her thighs to make her skirt lift. “It matches my knickers. Wanna see?”
Severus had to wipe his face to hide his smile as she revealed a pair of emerald green knickers. Two silver snakes joined the strips of fabric on either side to the scrap barely covering her mound. He ran a finger over the cold metal of one serpent’s body. These would match her collar perfectly. “Don’t tell me you borrowed these from Draco too.”
She laughed. “No. I bought them and then . . . made some modifications.” The snakes had originally been hearts and the material had been pink.
“The Gryffindors would raise hell if they saw you like this.”
She smirked. "I think that goes without saying."
“That uniform is (tasty, perfect, delightful) not regulation.”
Her shoulders lifted in an innocent shrug. “I’m turning myself in for punishment.”
He bit his tongue to hold back a growl. “And what kind of punishment does house-defection merit?”
“I leave that to the professionals, sir.”
His lips twitched. “I’ll see what I can do. I don’t have much hope for a repeat offender such as yourself.”
Hermione followed him into his rooms and let him take off her robes.
Severus sighed out a tense breath at the sight. Her skirt barely covered her bum, and one button on her blouse looked ready to blow. “Stand in the corner until I decide what to do with you.”
As she put her nose to the wall, Hermione's nipples went hard as lemon drops. Snape was right behind her, running one hand under her skirt; he grunted quietly as he lifted it.
Severus almost gnawed a hole through his cheek. Her knickers were hardly more than string. A small triangle of material stretched over her lower back and the rest disappeared into the valley of her arse, her bum completely bare. “I’d make you take down your knickers, but it seems you’ve beaten me to the punch.”
Smiling into the wall, Hermione clutched the rough stone as he ran a finger under her thong, pulling at the material between her cheeks.
“An infraction like this deserves the cane,” he rumbled.
Bugger! “Please, sir, will you spank me first?”
His fingers drew together over the smooth curve of her backside. “I’ll warm you up over my knee first, and you may chose one other implement. I’ll give you ten strokes with whatever you choose, but then I’m using the cane. I want you to feel it all the way home tomorrow.”
Hermione shivered, her pussy suddenly wetter. “Yes, sir. I . . . I chose your belt.”
“Good choice. Wait here while I get things ready.”
Her thighs rubbed impatiently as she listened to him move around the room. He didn’t sound hurried. Arching her back, she pressed her tits into the wall, trying to get some “accidental” stimulation to keep her sanity.
“I saw that, Miss Granger. Come over here.”
Hermione found him sitting on the settee, the cane on the table in front of him. Just the sight of it made her wetter. I am so messed up, she mused.
Pulling her down over his knee, Snape watched to see how much her skirt concealed. It was better than he’d pictured, her bare bum peeking out from under the charcoal grey of her skirt. He patted the upturned curve of her arse and smirked as she writhed. After folding up her skirt the rest of the way, he pulled her hip closer to the insistent bulge of his erection. She moaned with the first slap, and he hit the other cheek before she could quiet. Each smack was harder than the last. He had no intention of making her cry, but he did intend for her to be red and warm. Her legs kicked and twitched, adding a dance to her whimper solo.
Her pussy was soaked. Hermione could feel the wet material pulling between her lips. She wished he would fuck her. Hard. Like that morning. But she knew he had his own agenda, and he’d follow through with whatever it was. If he said he was going to give her ten licks of the belt, he meant it. And they hadn’t even gotten to the cane yet.
Snape’s hand was finally getting tired. Her bum looked like an overripe peach, a deep tanned red. He was ready to bury himself in her pussy. “Get up,” he rasped.
Hermione crawled off his lap, and he leaned back.
“Take off my belt.”
She wanted to shove her fingers down her knickers while he said that over and over. Swallowing hard, she knelt down. When she pulled back the leather to flip out the prong, she pressed her palm along the bulge straining his trousers. He didn’t tell her to stop, so she took advantage, squeezing him as she pulled his belt through the loops. His fingers clamped around her wrist, and he ground his hips into her hand. She wanted to tear open his fly and feel his bare skin. Wool was not the sexiest material.
“That’s enough. Get over the arm,” Snape growled, pointing to one side. He adjusted his cock as she draped her body over the curved arm of the settee. She planted her hands on the seat and braced her feet on the floor.
Hermione turned, watching him double up the belt. Her skin prickled with adrenaline, and she arched her back so he would look at her bum.
As if he could look anywhere else. Her damn wiggling made it clear how turned on she was. He fought the urge to yank her non-existent knickers aside and fuck her.
“Count them,” Snape ordered. “And tell me how much you like it,” he added with a smirk.
The first blow landed without warning, and Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. “Ah! One. Oh gods,” she muttered. “I love your belt, sir.” A line of searing sting tracked across her backside.
He smiled and brought it down again.
She hissed through her teeth. “Two. I think about you doing this all the time.”
“Really?” he queried, laying on the next two, one right after the other.
“Ow! Three. Four,” she groaned. “Yes, sir. It gets me wet.”
“Spread you legs.”
Hermione parted her thighs and arched her back so he could see.
The belt whacked across her seat, kissing her barely covered pussy. She jerked and moaned. “Five. Please, sir. It hurts.”
“I said tell me how much you like it, not how much it hurts.”
She reached back to feel her roasted bum. “I’m so wet, sir.”
He slapped away her hand. “If you like, I’ll give you the last five lighter but faster.”
“Yes, please, sir.”
He started at the top and laid five more swats down her bum, one right below the other. The third and fourth seared her sweet spot, and the fifth lit into her thighs. She kicked and moaned but didn’t reach back again. He rewarded her restraint with a soft hand, massaging away some of the sting. “Are you going to count?”
Hermione let out her held breath. “Sixseveneightnineten.”
He grinned. “And?”
“I need you to fuck me, sir.”
“My, my, you did like that.” He tickled a fingertip over the darkest marks. “I haven’t given you the cane yet. I don’t think you’ve properly repented. Stand up and take off your blouse.”
Rising up on shaky arms, Hermione stood and unfastened her shirt. It didn’t take much. Every button practically pulled itself out of the hole on its own.
“Bra too,” he said, picking up the cane. “Leave on the tie.”
Bowing her head so he wouldn’t see her smile, she pulled off her shirt but left the tie loose around her neck. The feel of the cool material between her bare breasts made her panties even wetter.
“Skirt and knickers.”
The slow undressing made him crazy. He could see the dark wet spot in her underwear as she pulled them off. “Bring them here,” he ordered, holding out his hand. “And take off your shoes; everything else stays.”
She handed over her knickers and smiled as she toed off her shoes. He’d made her take off everything but the socks and the tie. Two articles of clothing made her feel more naked than just being totally starkers.
Severus fingered the wet patch with interest. “Only the naughtiest girls get this wet from a whipping. That’s why you need the cane.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, rubbing her sore bum as she got back into place over the arm.
“Spread you legs for me so I can see. Wider. That’s good.”
Snape lifted the cane between her legs and gently tapped her pussy. She moaned, and he thought she was going to come right then. “I thought you didn’t like the cane, pet?”
Actually she had mixed feelings about it. It all depended on how hard he hit her. But if he was going to touch her with it like that, she might grow to love it.

Severus tapped her a few more times, snickering when she whimpered. “It sounds as though you’re enjoying it this time. Shall I check to be sure?”
It was a rhetorical question; he was already using the tip to spread her lips. Tilting his head to one side, he inspected her shining snatch and clucked his tongue. “It appears you are extremely fond of the cane today, Miss Granger. Would you like to ask for it nicely?”
She was about five seconds away from grabbing that stick and getting herself off with it. “Please will you cane me, sir?”
“You look a little distracted. Is something the matter?”
Swallowing the tension in her throat, she nodded. “Please, may I come, sir?”
He almost laughed. “Right now?”
“While you’re caning me, sir.”
“Hmm.” He wished he was at Eros with her just then. They had a nice selection of benches he could make her straddle while he caned her. She’d leave the leather top a juicy mess. Hell, I should have her straddle someone’s face while I cane her. She’ll be gagging for it after that. He’d have to make do. “Come with me.”
He went to the bed, and Hermione watched as he stacked a few pillows right near the end. They were too close—she was going to fall off the edge. Or maybe he was going to make her bend over so her feet wouldn’t touch the floor.
Patting the pillows, Snape motioned with his head for her to get on the bed. “One leg on either side.”
The surprise was evident in her gobsmacked expression. He was going to do things the most humiliating way possible. She climbed up and straddled the feather mountain.
Once the pillows were between her thighs, he eased her down so she was resting on her elbows. “That’s it. Now, I know you know what to do. No using your hands. Are you ready?”
“Um . . .” Her clit was pressed to the soft pillowcase; she was itching to get some relief, but her face was burning with embarrassment. He may have seen her doing such things in her head, but she’d never done it in real life with another person watching. It was humiliating; she felt like a dog in heat, willing to hump anything. “How hard are you going to make it?”
He tapped the cane against her bum. “Hard enough to make you come.”
She nodded and wiggled against the pillows. “Okay.”
The first blow glanced off, barely leaving a mark. Hermione sighed and waited for the next. Swish Crack. The cane stung her that time, just enough to hurt. Swish crack. Her stomach jumped at the sound, but the impact was still just enough. Her hips ground into the pillows, and he struck her again. The warmth in the lines only added to the burning in her clit. She closed her eyes and rode against the cotton pressed between her thighs.
Severus let each swing get a little stronger. She was obviously enjoying it, and he wondered what her pain threshold was like when she was getting off at the same time. Her moaning got louder, but she never once told him to stop. She won’t be able to sit on the train tomorrow if she doesn’t come soon.
He kept striking her; Hermione's hips slowed again. The cane was doing all the work; it hurt like hell, but her pussy was sparkling with excitement. The orgasm washed over her even though she barely moved. She rocked in time with the waves as Severus hit her one last time. Her whole body was shaking, trembling with pain and release.
“Oh God,” she breathed out roughly as she came down. “Please stop.”
Severus rubbed his hand over her striped bottom. “That’s my naughty girl. Did you like that?”
“Oh God,” she said again. She couldn’t think yet.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, chuckling.
“Please fuck me."
He smirked at her swelling bum, giving it a soft pat. “Get those damn pillows out of the way.”
She turned her head and watched him unbutton his dress shirt. He seemed to be in more of a hurry suddenly.
“I said get those damn pillows out of the way,” he growled.
Pulling them out and tossing them back toward the head of the bed, Hermione pushed her arse up higher into the air, turned on by how rough his voice sounded. Her pussy was still sore from that morning, but she hoped he would pound her until she couldn’t feel it anymore.
He kicked off his trousers and climbed up to kneel behind her. It was like sticking his cock in warm pudding. She moaned and spread her legs wider. He let her rock the head inside, her hips driving him in and out; then he pushed forward and slid all the way home. With a grunt of relief, he rammed her lined bum, unleashing all the need he’d been restraining since he saw her in that blasted uniform.
Hermione held her body tight and still. She could hear her pussy slipping around his dick. It was almost louder than his ragged breathing.
Severus fought the growing tightness in his balls by digging his fingers into her hips. He wanted her to have multiple visible reminders of him to get her through the coming fortnight.
Five minutes in, she broke. Her bum was so sore it felt like a slab of heat, and his dick felt as if it were drilling a hole straight through her. Her hand shot between her legs and touched her clit; it was so swollen she had to jerk back her fingers and try again. Light teasing. So close. She didn’t have enough air in her lungs to talk, to beg him to not stop. All that came out was a mewling that made her sound more kitten than lion.
“Are you going to come, pet?” he asked in a winded breath.
“Yes, sir!”
“When you’re right on the edge, take away your hand. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
Her middle finger pulsed against her clit, dragging her closer and closer to an ending she wanted but also wanted to make last. As soon as Hermione felt the rolling momentum crest the hill, she pulled away her hand and let his cock nudge her over. There were a few seconds where she thought it was going to slip back down, but then her belly tightened and she was falling.
Severus locked his teeth, grunting as her pussy began to twitch. She rippled around his head, trying to hold him deep with her muscles. The squeeze made his sac tighten, and he gave up his restraint. His balls throbbed as he coated her walls with his seed. “Hermione!”
She was on fire, sweat running down her neck where Malfoy’s tie rested. He eased out of her, and she slumped down into a heaving lump of exhaustion. A warm hand rested on her lower back, and Hermione turned her head to see him panting on the bed next to her.
“You all right?” he asked.
She nodded, too tired to talk.
His hand squeezed her bum as he closed his eyes.
Hermione was soaring. He hadn’t fucked her that fast and hard in a long time. It was like being flattened by the Knight Bus. My bum is going to be a wreck tomorrow. She pressed her backside into his hand so he’d stop patting and rub.
Snape looked down at her dancing rump. “How’s your arse?”
“It hurts.”
He knew she wanted it left that way. “Should I get the salve?” Her scandalized look made him smile.
“You know I don’t.”
“I thought I should offer. You have a long trip home tomorrow.”
“Will you rub it for me?”
He was too tired to do anything else. Wiggling his fingers at her, he motioned for her to scoot higher. She shimmied across the bed, and he stopped her when she was high enough. Rolling closer, he laid his head on her back and began stroking the lightly raised lines on her bum. She rolled her hips, sighing as he soothed the marks.
“Thank you.”
“For what? Caning you?”
She smiled. “For rubbing me. Although the caning was nice too. And the shagging.”
He laughed. “I’ve never been thanked for a shagging.”
“I’ve thanked you several times.”
He pressed a finger against her bum and watched it turn white then refill with red. “I never know what you’re referring to when you randomly thank me.”
She grinned. “I’m always thankful for your cock.”
He kissed the small of her back.
Hermione heaved out a tired moan. “Not yet, Severus. I’m too tired.” His snicker tickled her skin.
“I wasn’t suggesting anything.”
“Then don’t kiss me there. You’re making my pussy anxious.”
He smirked at her wiggling hips and ran his fingers around the marks on her thighs. “How does one’s pussy get anxious?”
“It knows you’re close. It starts getting ready without my say.”
Chuckling, he kissed her again.
“Severus!”
He slid up to her face. “Just testing. Do you want to rest a while longer, or do I need to take a rejuvenation potion?”
Hermione smiled. “Rest.”
He dimmed the lights and pulled her to lie on his chest. His eyes felt heavy, and he knew he was going to fall asleep if he didn’t get up. She seemed happy to just lie with him, her breathing slow and steady over his nipple.
“I’m going to fall asleep, love,” he warned.
“M’kay,” she muttered, not sounding any more energetic than he did.
They were both out before midnight.
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Severus opened his eyes to an almost dark room. Her soft weight pinned him to the bed. The fire was dying, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to read the clock. Three-thirty . . . something. He grinned and tickled her side. “Wake up, pet.”
Hermione mumbled into his warm skin, groggy with confusion. “Huh?”
“Wake up. It’s the middle of the night.”
“Why’I gotta wake up for night?” she asked in an incoherent slur.
He ran his hand over her sore rump. “I think it’s time for a midnight stroll.”
The burn of her bum made her eyes snap open. “What?”
“Get up,” he said, easing her off him.
Hermione’s bum flared as he rolled toward the edge of the bed. “Where are you going?”
“We,” he corrected.
“We? Where are we going?”
He pulled on his trousers and shirt. "Are those clothes you were wearing just charmed to be small?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll fix them.”
“What’s going on?” She rubbed her head.
“I told you, we’re going out.”
“In the middle of the night?”
“Yes.”
“I need the loo,” she said, sounding no less confused.
Snape could see she wasn’t moving. He helped her off the bed and kissed the top of her head. “Go on. Splash some water on your face. I need you alert.”
She limped toward the bathroom and found the loo in the dark. Severus smirked at the sound of her hiss when her bum hit the seat.
“Everything all right in there?” he asked as he returned her clothes to normal proportions.
The sound of her urinating told him yes.
He buttoned his shirt and trousers, forgoing his boxers or coat. Simple robes would suffice. He heard her flush the toilet and then the sound of running water in the sink. Putting her wand in her robes, just in case, he went to the bathroom door and lit the candles. She was rinsing her mouth out in the sink.
“I’ve mended your clothes,” he said, holding them up.
When he started to dress her, Hermione let him. Whatever he had planned, she was interested. She just wished he wasn’t in such a big hurry. “Severus, wait,” she muttered when he started to button her shirt. “Where’s my bra? And my knickers.”
“You don’t need them.”
“So you’re taking me someplace posh?” she quipped.
He grinned back. “You’ll see.”
“What if somebody sees us?”
“We’ll have to be careful. And quiet. And fast.”
He lifted her onto the counter and quickly put on her shoes. Hermione winced. The counter may be hard, but at least it’s numbing my bum, she thought as he helped her back down.
“Your robe’s in the other room. Your wand’s in the pocket. Let’s go.”
They were out in the hallway before she knew what was happening. They traveled hand in hand through the dark. When they got to the upper levels, there was a little more light; but Hermione was getting increasingly nervous that they’d be spotted. He kept stopping and listening, and she almost jumped out of her skin every time they heard a creak.
In five minutes she knew where they were headed. “Severus we’re going to be caught. Please, let’s go back.”
“Shh,” he hissed and pushed her though the library door.
He led her through a dizzying maze of shelves in the dark (she still knew exactly where they were . . . biographies were to the left) and pushed her up against one wall.
“Still having that fantasy about sex in the library?” he whispered in her ear.
“No!” she whispered. “I’m scared. Let’s go back.”
“Lie to me again and you’re going to find out what it’s like to be spanked in the library as well,” he murmured, nipping her ear. “Now, be a good girl and keep quiet.”
Severus leaned in and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her lips when he didn’t get any reaction. She seemed frozen, so he ducked his hands under her skirt to knead her bum. She finally started kissing him back, and he rewarded her with a nip to her lip. Looking around, he decided on comfort over covertness and led her to the nearest table. It was more visible, but he needed to work fast.
“Up,” he whispered.
Hermione sat on the edge of the table, scanning the room for possible onlookers.
“Filch won’t make his rounds until five. No one else should be out; stop looking so terrified.”
“Anyone could be sneaking about,” she whined.
“I locked the doors behind us. I doubt they could get in quietly enough. Now, lie back and open you legs for me.”
She was as nervous as she could possibly be, but he didn’t need to say that twice to get her to do it. He was on her immediately, fingers spreading her wide, tongue laving her depths. She covered her mouth to keep from shouting.
He had to keep her distracted. If I could talk and lick her at the same time, I’d be set. As were his physical limits, he settled on dividing his time. When her pussy started to cream, he slipped his fingers inside and moved his lips back to her ear. “Tell me what you’ve thought about doing here. Was I fucking you against the shelves, or were you on your knees, sucking my cock?”
“Oh God,” she muttered. “You know.”
“I may have seen one or two things.”
“I’m too nervous.”
“Look at me.”
She turned to him in the semi-darkness.
“Tell me what you thought about doing.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I thought about sucking your cock.”
“MmmHm. Tell me.” His finger tickled her clit.
“I imagined you sneaking up on me in the history section. You were hard and pressing into my bum, pushing me against the shelves.”
“I am hard, pet.”
She smiled a little. “You said you wanted me down on my knees, and I opened your trousers and started sucking you.”
“I intend to make that a reality very soon.” She was slowly going from wet to slick.
“I’ve dreamed about you fucking me against the shelves . . . and on a table . . . and in that big chair by the door . . . and against the card catalog.”
His grin grew wider every time she added another location. “That’s because you’re my little nymphomaniac,” he purred. “You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”
Hermione shivered. “No, sir.”
Nudging her cheek away with his nose, he sucked her neck. She bucked against his hand, letting out a breathy moan. “Shh,” he muttered. “I’m going to have to stuff your mouth to keep you quiet, aren’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Your pussy’s getting all nice and juicy for me,” he growled in her ear. “Do you want to taste?" She gave him a wide-eyed nod, and he brought his fingers to her lips. “Show me how you’re going to suck my cock in a minute. I want a preview.”
Her tongue bathed his fingers.
“That’s my good little cock sucker. Let me in deeper,” he murmured, fucking her face with his fingers, lightly touching the back of her throat. “Excellent. Are you ready for the real thing?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on, get off the table. Take out my cock and show me what you can do.”
Hermione slid off the table into a dream, kneeling at his feet in a trance. Her hands slid over the thick column in his trousers then unzipped his fly and pulled him out. He wasn’t wearing boxers. She shoved one hand under his balls and licked his satin knob.
Snape hissed and pushed his trousers lower then pulled his shirt out of the way so he could watch her. “That’s it, pet. Open your mouth for me.”
If he kept talking to her like that, she was going to start humping his leg.
Snape grabbed hold of his dick and tapped the head against her tongue a few times before sliding into her mouth. “Suck me nice and slow, love. I want to feel your throat.”
Hermione did her best, keeping her neck relaxed and getting him as deep as she could before she choked. He let her take it at her own speed. She couldn’t stop petting his sac; she knew it was obsessive, but it calmed her.
Snape pulled out and lifted his dick for her. “Suck my balls. I want to feel your tongue, understand?”
She nodded and sucked one into her mouth, palpating it with her tongue as she worked. She didn’t like sucking his balls as much; his pubic hair was always getting stuck on her tongue, and she was convinced she was going to cough up a pube-ball like a cat some day. But fuck . . . listen to him. His growls and grunts made her even wetter; she slipped her fingers over her clit to relieve the ache.
“Did I say you could touch your pussy?” he hissed.
She backed away. “No, I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re going to get it when we get back to the room. Stand up.”
She stood, and he slipped one hand under her shirt, palming her breast. “This is all mine. Understand? No touching unless I say so.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Bend over the table. I want you to hold yourself wide open so I can see if you’re wet enough yet.”
Hermione pulled up her skirt and laid her chest on the table, reaching back to spread herself for him.
“Very good,” he murmured. One finger dipped inside her as if he were checking her oil. “Is there a reason you didn’t wear your plug tonight?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I already packed it.”
He smirked but then straightened his face so she wouldn’t hear it in his voice. “You packed it already? Did you think your arse was just going to magically stay stretched in the meantime?”
“I guess not, sir.”
“Hmm. Keep your cheeks spread wide, pet. I’ll have to stretch you by hand until you get your plug back. You don’t want it to hurt when I bugger you, do you?”
“No, sir.”
After wetting his index finger in his mouth, he pressed it to her bum. She made a small noise as he pushed inside, panting through her nose. Her muscles let him in easily, so he pulled back out to get the middle finger wet too. Spit wasn’t as effective as lube; she took the two fingers with a small gasp. Keeping them deep, he wiggled and scissored them inside her soft tract. Her nails dug into her bum cheeks, hanging on for dear life.
Severus ran his other hand over hers. “Don’t hurt yourself, pet.”
Hermione unclenched, and her nails stopped biting into her bum. Although still nervous, she was beyond ready for him to fuck her. Her pussy kept up a steady drip. She could feel the lubrication sliding out, tickling her lips. As long as he kept talking to her, she could keep her mind off possibly being discovered.
Severus pushed his gleaming head to her pussy, running it up and down to collect her silken honey. “Bloody hell . . . you do love the library, don’t you? Can you feel how wet you are, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“What’s gotten you so excited?”
About fifty things were successfully overriding her fear just then. “You, sir.”
His breathy chuckle barely broke the silence as he dipped his cock halfway into her. Her jaw dropped open when he pulled it right back out.
“Anything in particular?” he asked, easing the tip back inside.
She tried to lean back onto him, but he pulled away again. “Your voice, sir.”
That struck him as very funny. He knew she liked to hear him talk, but that she choose it over his dick or his fingers seemed rather impractical. “How about my cock? Would you like it now, or do you just want me to talk?”
“Both.”
He barely held back a snort. “You'd better put your hands on the table . . . or over your mouth. You have to stay quiet.”
Letting go of her cheeks, Hermione braced herself on her folded arms, burying her mouth in her elbow. His dick slid in on one smooth thrust, and her eyes rolled back. He wasn’t teasing her anymore. The fingers in her bum burrowed deeper as his cock hit the spot she liked. His other hand had migrated from her hip to her clit, and the steady rhythm of his fingers swept her down an overwhelming river of sensation. His hips drove an unfaltering beat against her sore bum, adding yet another layer to the experience. Her head was spinning; shelves and books floated around the periphery of her vision. Madam Pince would have her banned from the library if she ever found out.
“Stop fighting it, love. I know you’re close. Why don’t you let your pussy tell you when you’re ready instead of you forcing it.”
Hermione tried to relax, but her abdomen was like granite. Whimpering into her arm, she felt him increase the cadence over her clit. She wasn’t just coasting toward an orgasm, she was being tossed headfirst into it. Pressing her lips hard into her arm, she tore at the tabletop with her other hand, trying to hold herself still. The blissful contractions built for a tight few seconds, and then she was exploding. The muscles in her belly trembled in time with the quirky jerk of her legs. His fingers pressed in deeper, and she shouted into her arm. Her body was convulsing as if cursed by the Cruiciatus.
Snape was going to bite a hole through his tongue. Keeping quiet wasn’t a problem, it was staying in control. He wanted to slam into her and fuck her until she screamed. Watching her come that hard made his balls ache. Even once she started to calm down and go limp over the table, he was still restraining every forward thrust, fighting the momentum his pelvis craved. Finally, he made himself stop altogether and gather his wits. He needed to stay sharp under the conditions.
“Can you stand?” he whispered.
She gave a tired nod, and he pulled out, turning her around.
“Liar,” he said, smirking. “You’re shaking like a newborn colt.”
Snape half-carried, half-dragged her to the end of the shelves where they'd be better hidden from any sudden intruders. He picked her up, and she wrapped her shaking legs around his hips; he was back inside her in seconds, sinking into her like a warm bath. Her hips rolled against him. They used the leverage of the bookcase to balance her, and he thrust up into her hard and fast. He needed to come soon.
Hermione pressed her lips to his open collar, sucking and nipping the tendons bulging in his throat. Still dazed from her climax, her head lolled in time with the bump of his hips. He grunted when she bruised his skin, but otherwise he stayed silent. She wanted to hear him. “Don’t be too quiet.”
“You’re the one terrified of being caught.”
Her teeth nipped his ear, ignoring the jibe. “I love the sounds you make.”
“Squeeze your pussy around me, pet. I want you to hold my come inside you. Don’t let it out."
Hermione felt like a battering ram. A very happy battering ram. She pretended she was trying to suck him into her body; her muscles gripped him tighter. The growl in her ear made it clear that he appreciated the effort. She licked his neck until he moaned; Hermione marked that spot with her mouth, sucking and using her teeth until he hissed and shuddered against her, his hips spastically jerking as he came.
Breathless, Severus slowly set her down, and his cock slipped free. He kissed her hard, not giving her any chance to speak. Her tongue dueled with his, making him wish he’d had her swallow that last load. He finally broke them apart and pulled her shirt straight then tucked away his spent prick. “We'd better get back.”
Hermione nodded, relived that they’d be safely in his room soon.
Out in the hall, they heard a far off shuffle of footsteps and decided to go the other way. They’d have to take a longer route back, but it would be mostly hidden passageways until they got to the dungeons. Severus checked every hall to make sure the coast was clear before dragging her quickly to the next corner. When they got to the familiarity of the dungeons, he relaxed a little. It was his domain. They weren’t likely to run into any teachers down there, and any students could be easily dispersed. Explaining why he was hand in hand with the Head Girl wouldn’t be easy, so he still checked each new hall before entering.
He pushed her through his office door and warded it behind him. When he turned around, she was leaning over his desk, panting and looking exhausted.
“So what do you want to do for the next couple of hours?" he teased.
Hermione looked up at him, shocked that he sounded so calm. She couldn’t believe he was suggesting another round of anything. “Are you serious? After all that?”
He gave her a small grin and tipped her face up to his. “What happened to my little nymphette?”
“She’s sore,” Hermione stated. “My bum is sore. My legs are sore. My abs are sore. Even my throat is sore. But mostly it feels like you’ve been jamming a Beater's bat between my legs.”
Severus smirked and kissed her. My poor little Head Girl. "Would you like to take a bath? It'll make you feel better.”
“You mean with you, right?”
He laughed. “Yes, of course.”
Hermione nodded. “All right.”
He pulled her to the bathroom then undressed her slowly while the bath filled. Hermione shivered as he smoothed his hand over her bum, checking to see how much damage was done.
“You’re not going to bruise. It’s just spread out over more area than usual.”
She ran her fingers over the marks to feel for swelling. “I guess swimming is out of the question.”
“That depends on how revealing your bathing suit is."
She watched him take off his shirt. “Have you ever been to a nude beach?”
He snorted. “What makes you ask?”
“I was on a nude beach when we went to France.”
He gave her a disbelieving look.
“Oh! No, I don’t mean I was nude. I just mean I saw . . . it. I was just thinking that was a bit out of the question with my bum looking like this.”
“I don’t know, I think I’d like to see your red arse naked on a beach.”
She blushed, smiling at him. “Only if you’re naked with me.”
He watched her eyes travel to his prick as he pulled off his trousers. “Willingly baring your body in public? Library sex has changed you.”
Her blush deepened.
Severus smirked. “You'd better get in the tub before your face ignites."
Hermione stepped in after him, easing in as slowly as possible, her bum and pussy preventing any normal movement. He seemed to be snickering at her behind her back. “Are you laughing at me?” she asked through gritted teeth as her bum settled between his legs.
“Not at all,” he said evenly. “I was merely remembering the time I striped your arse then fucked you as hard as possible, and you couldn’t sit in the tub.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you’re referring to this very instance, that isn’t funny.”
“Yes, it is,” he assured her.
Hermione turned over and put her belly to his so she didn’t have to put any weight on her bum. “Have you ever been caned?”
His eyes dimmed and his face closed. “Yes.”
Shite. Things to never mention again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, kissing his collarbone. “I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. I just wondered if you knew what it felt like.”
“I have never used anything on you that I have not experienced myself.”
She’d never thought about Snape getting punished. It didn’t sound right. Hermione couldn’t picture him bent over, letting someone hit him. “Severus? Can I ask you two questions?”
“I impressed you’re limiting yourself. I suppose you may.”
Hermione stared at his Adam's apple as she ran her fingers along one thin vein thumping on his neck. “Who hit you?”
He sighed. “Various people. My father was the first. Teachers. Corporal punishment wasn’t frowned on back then. A few mentoring masters and mistresses at Eros. Although, those circumstances were a bit different. It was a choice.”
“Did it turn you on?”
“No.”
“Why did you do it?”
He looked at her. “Because a good dominant knows what his charges are experiencing. By the way, that’s three questions.”
“Those were supplementary.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So what’s your other question?”
She swallowed. “How old were you when you knew you wanted to spank someone else?”
He looked surprised by her question.
“I don’t know. Young. But I didn’t think of it as sexual until later when I was a teenager. Although, maybe everything becomes sexual when you’re a teenager.” He ran his finger down her cheek as if he’d forgotten how young she was. “Any follow up questions?”
Her teeth pulled at her lower lip. “Do you only like spanking girls, or do you have a preference?”
Severus raised both eyebrows at that. What a busy brain you have, my dear. He dipped into her head, looking for why she was asking. All he could really get a hold on was her watching him paddle Draco. “Spanking-wise, I have no preference. If you’re asking if I’m bi-sexual, then I’d have to say I prefer women.”
“Prefer,” she repeated, rolling the word around in her head, dissecting it. “But not averse to men?”
Perceptive little witch. “I guess I consider myself a hedonist in that respect.”
A small smile played over her lips. “So you’ve had sex with other wizards?”
Snape didn’t know how much of his private life he wanted to reveal to her. He wasn’t embarrassed by it, he just didn’t think it was anyone else’s business. Another venture into her head suggested she was quite keen on the idea. “Why do you ask?”
“Were you giving or getting?”
He couldn’t keep a straight face; she looked as though she'd get off on whatever answer he gave. “Both.”
“Oh my God,” she breathed and rested her cheek on his shoulder, savoring the mental image.
“You’re getting wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes,” she muttered.
He laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Anyone I know?”
“No more questions.”
She smiled to herself. Someone I know. I hope it’s not Greyback or anything. Eww. Now, Lucius Malfoy . . . that could be interesting. He’s evil and scary as hell, but they would look good together. Sort of like Draco . . .
“Stop picturing me with every wizard you know,” he rumbled.
Hermione blushed. “I wasn’t.”
“What have I told you about lying to me?”
“I was only up to three.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Can I ask one more thing?”
“If that question has anything to do with me shagging another person, I’m going to pull you out of this tub and turn your backside red.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Very well. What?”
“How well do you know the Malfoys?”
He eyed her suspiciously. “I’ve known them since school.”
“Was Lucius always a pretentious prick, or did he turn into one as he got older?”
His lips twitched. “He got worse as he got older. When we were in school, he was a lot like Draco. Although, ever since the war, he’s been much less arrogant.”
She desperately wanted to ask how old he was the first time he slept with another bloke, but she did NOT want anything else to happen to her bum that night. Curiosity continued to bubble in her brain.
He sighed. “What is it, pet?”
Her head shook. “Nothing. I don’t want another spanking.”
Severus chuckled and stroked her back. “Are you sure?”
Hermione gave an emphatic nod.
“Good.” His fingers ran from her back to her bum, tracing the lines left by the cane. “Does your pussy really hurt?”
She picked up her head and gave him funny look. “It’s sore.”
“Stand up for a minute.”
Hermione stood, immediately cold without the warmth of the water or his body.
“Turn around; bend over.”
She gripped the other side of the tub, jumping slightly when he parted her lips.
“Arch your back,” he mumbled.
She felt a light touch to her opening.
“You’re all swollen, love. And red.” He wiped away the small line of semen that had dripped out. “Sit down.”
Hermione knelt.
“Turn around. Lean back and spread your legs."
She faced him and sat down carefully then pulled her knees to her chest.
Severus leaned in, gripping an ankle in each hand. He set her legs along the rim of the tub and trailed his palm along her inner thigh. “Don’t look so worried. I’m just going to get you clean.”
Hermione relaxed a little and watched his hand. He was very gentle, running one fingertip up through her folds and then down the other side. The slickness was getting rinsed away, but he kept his touch so soft it wasn’t uncomfortable. When he “cleaned” her clit, his finger got even lighter. She wondered if there was really anything left to rinse.
“That doesn’t hurt, does it?” he purred, watching her face for signs of discomfort.
“No, sir.”
The corner of his mouth curled. “How about this?” He placed one finger at her opening and softly wiped away his seed.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
As slowly as possible, he pushed inside, twisting his finger around to feel her walls. “Still fine?”
Hermione met his eyes and nodded. Even if she ignored the soft feel of his hands, the way he was looking at her made her stomach somersault. Is he trying to turn me on? He can’t go again so soon, can he?
Her inner tissue was puffy under his finger, squeezing his digit in an effort to keep him out and let her heal. He ran the side of his finger along her walls and collected all the leftovers from earlier so the water could wash it away. Despite water’s natural wetness, it was a lubrication antagonist. He kept losing the very product she needed most.
The muted feel of his hand continued for the next ten minutes. Hermione knew by the way he was looking at her that he wasn’t just cleaning her anymore. “Severus,” she sighed, licking her dry lips, “I think my pussy's clean by now.”
His face stayed perfectly placid as he traced the line of her sex down to her backdoor. “Then I’ll move on.”
Hermione bit her lip as he circled her anus. The man has the patience of a monk. Her lower lip was a mangled mess by the time he finally edged the tip of his pinky inside. Her muscles bore down against his finger, trying to get him to go deeper. He tickled her with the barely intrusive feel of his thinest finger and wiggled it just enough to make her squirm.
“I want to suck your cock,” she stated suddenly. His teasing had pushed her to the breaking point. If he wanted to fuck her again, she was willing to work through the ache.
“Do you?” he asked, not sounding interested. Snape found a fresh batch of honey gathered just at the edge of her pussy.
“Yes. I’ll lick your arse. Anything you want.”
He looked slightly amused at her declaration.
“Hm,” he muttered in a bored tone.
“Don’t you want me to?”
His black eyes met her frantic brown. “I’m not through cleaning you yet.”
She huffed out a sigh. “How much cleaner could I possibly get?”
His responding hint of a smile made her freeze.
“Oh God. You’re not going to 'clean' my bum, are you?”
He grinned. “That wasn’t what I had in mind . . . but if you want me to, I will.”
Hermione blushed. “What did you have in mind?”
“I think it’s time to get out and dry you off.”
“Is ‘dry me off’ a euphemism for something else?”
He smirked. “No.”
Severus helped her out of the tub and got a towel; he dried himself quickly and wrapped it around his waist. Draping a fresh towel around her shoulders, he started blotting her dry.
Hermione leaned into him. He’d charmed the towel to be warm, and the plush cotton felt heavenly. When her upper half was done, he leaned over her and carefully dabbed her bruised bum. It burned and felt marvelous at the same time. He snickered as she wiggled closer. Kneeling down, he wiped her legs, leaving her pussy for last. The back of his hand pressed to her inner thigh, urging them apart; then the towel blotted between her legs, and he dried her pubic hair with just enough pressure to make her groan.
“Feeling better, love?”
“You know I’m soaked."
He nodded with a small grin. “Let’s see if we can get you to really shine.”
Snape took her hand and led her back to the bed. He picked her up and set her on the edge. “Scoot back a little and lie down.”
Hermione was careful not to drag her bum across the comforter. When she perched back on her elbows, he slowly leaned over the bed and pushed her legs to her chest. With that same determined patience he’d used on her in the bath, he parted her with his thumbs and inspected her sex.
“Someone enjoyed her bath.”
Hermione smiled and bit her lip. The air from his words tickled her clit.
“Keeping your pussy clean is an endless job, love.”
“I appreciate the effort,” she whispered.
He gave her a small smirk then licked a soft line up her clit.
“Oh God,” she whispered, dropping her head back on the bed.
His chuckle made her spread her legs wider. He lapped her slowly, teasing her inner lips until she whimpered. Hermione forgot about her soreness. All she could feel was the soft pressure of his tongue, the wet slide as he coasted through her valley. It made her mental. Even though he was going purposefully slow, she was soon bucking against his face, moaning and begging him to make her come.
Severus eased a finger inside and tickled her opening as he lapped her clit. She was already straining against him, ready to come. Adding another finger, he gently stretched her. He was starting to get hard again, and he knew it might be his last chance to fuck her for a while. What if she changes her mind once she’s back home? What if I never fuck her again?
Hermione had to stop grinding her teeth. Her parents always said it was a bad habit. She forced her mouth open and whispered his name. It rolled off her tongue so easily when she was on the brink of orgasm—a mantra that soothed her mind while calling her climax closer.
He listened to her steady lilted muttering. He would never tire of those desperate pleas. The towel wrapped around his hips was coming loose, and his cock rose persistently against the soft terry cloth. Her offer to assist was going to be moot soon.
“Severus!”
She breathed a soft drawn-out groan as she came, her pussy beating like a heart around his fingers. He tried to seal his lips over her clit, but she was bucking so much he couldn’t latch on. Keeping his tongue soft, he let her grind out her own release.
The racing of her heart calmed after a minute, and Hermione reached down to his head. “That was so . . .” She wanted to say sweet but didn’t know if he would find that insulting. “Perfect.”
He pulled out his fingers and smirked at the coating of cream. Climbing up, he pulled off his towel and wrapped her legs around his hips. When her eyes were locked on him, he asked, “Do you want my cock again?”
She swallowed hard. “Will you be gentle?”
Severus nodded.
Her smile told him her answer before she could speak. “I want you.”
Leaning down, he kissed her, grinding his growing erection against her fluffy muff as she tasted herself on his tongue. Her hands danced from his neck to his chest. When she scraped a nail over his nipple, he growled in her mouth.
Hermione smirked against his lips and pinched his small nipple between her fingers, quickly feeling for the other one and doing the same. He pressed his hips harder to her core and ripped his mouth away.
“I can’t go slowly if you’re going to do that.”
She smiled and let go, running her hands down his sides and then around to his lower back.
Severus pushed up onto his hands and gave her a nod. “Put me inside.”
Hermione smiled. One hand reached down to his prodding tip and pumped him a couple times to test his strength. His cock pulsed in her palm. She responded with a moan that sounded equal parts nervous and excited. His hips twitched, but his face remained placid, calmly waiting for her to proceed. Rubbing his head through her silk, she got him primed for entry.
Snape clenched his jaw as she continued to lube him in her juice. It was a necessary torture if he wanted to make things as smooth as possible. When she pushed his weeping tip to her opening, he let out a short sigh of relief. Her hand held his dick steady as he started to push inside. It took some work; she was so swollen from earlier (and no doubt from her most recent orgasm) that it took him a while just to get past that first constricting barrel. Once his head was in, he stopped and settled against her, pushing her ever-teasing hand from his shaft. He put his lips to her ear and gently started moving his hips.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, licking her lobe.
She couldn’t stop petting him. “Tight.”
No kidding. “Do you want me to stop?” He knew she didn’t.
“No, I like it.”
He smirked into her neck and pushed in a little deeper. “I won’t go any faster.” Until you beg me to.
She nodded and shifted her legs along his hips. He was filling her so slowly she actually had the chance to feel every new inch. The anticipation made her want that next little bit before he gave it to her. His mouth was only adding to that; every lick and suck made her arch and moan like an animal pinned under an attacker. Except she wasn’t trying to get away; she was digging her nails into his back, desperate to keep him where he was.
The bite and burn of her fingers on his back was breaking him. He wanted to shove those last few inches in and feel her shudder around him. But he intended to stick by his word. Slow. He forced his breathing to calm, taking a long inhale through his nose and gradually letting it seep back out. Her throat was sweet under his tongue; he gave her another lick. One of her hands went to the nape of his neck, and she held him tight, begging him to bite her. Letting his teeth sink in, he sucked just where her shoulder began, loving the way she ran her nails up his scalp in response.
He bottomed out, and she sighed contentedly. Hermione felt as if she’d finally crossed the finish line at a race. Except there was a new race starting right were the first one ended. He was still moving as if she were made of glass. Each little thrust made her more and more desperate. Propping her feet behind his bum, she forced him deeper. He breathed a soft grunt into her neck with every dip.
Severus refused to go faster. He wanted to fuck her until the last possible minute before she went back to her room. Checking the clock, he decided to push it and not send her back until 6:30. That gave him a good hour to loosen her up.
“You’re going to exhaust yourself,” he whispered in her ear. “We’re going to be here for a while. Just relax.”
In tiny increments, she made her muscles let go. After a few minutes, her legs settled loosely around his hips. She let him set the pace. He kissed her neck, and Hermione stroked his scalp with her nails. Judging by his shuttering sigh, he liked it. His pelvis shifted, and he ground into her clit with every move.
In twenty minutes she was mindless. The pleasure generated by the friction of their bodies would build to a medium heat and then simmer, build again, and simmer. Then he’d start on her neck again, and she’d flare back up only to fizzle back down a few minutes later. He kept whispering in her ear, telling her how good she felt and that he was going to let her come soon.
After forty-five minutes she didn’t know if she believed him anymore. He was going to fuck her into insanity and never let her come.
His knees and back were getting tired, but he still felt steady and calm. Her pussy just continued to get louder and louder the longer he went. She’d gone limp, and he wondered if she was napping. Severus pulled away from her throat, which was looking pretty mangled, and turned her face to his. Tears stood in her eyes, and he stopped short, thinking she was hurt after all. “What’s wrong, love?”
Hermione was afraid if she said anything she’d start bawling.
“Are you in pain?”
She shook her head.
“Are you sore?”
Her head shook again.
“Do you need a break?”
Another shake no and a tear slid down her face.
Severus reached up and ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping it away as he slowly began to move inside her again. “Are you tired?”
She nodded.
“Are you ready to come?”
As soon as he said it, she was crying.
“Oh God, love, don’t cry,” he murmured, kissing away her tears. “You can come. What do you need?”
She couldn’t talk; her throat was too tight, and she knew if she spoke, she’d be gasping and hiccuping through the tears. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, feeling ridiculous for making such a fuss.
Severus knew she was just tired. It had been a long and eventful night (and an even longer and more eventful week). He kissed his way back to her ear and whispered, “Is this what you need, love? Just nod your head.”
She did.
“You should have told me you needed to come so badly. I would have let you; I wasn’t trying to torture you. Are you close?”
Another nod.
Snape reached between them and spread her lips, making sure her clit was rubbing right against him. She let out a deep breath as he picked up the pace. “How does that feel?” he said, nuzzling her ear. Her nod seemed more enthusiastic that time, and he smiled into her hair. “Your neck looks as if you were attacked by a dehydrated vampire.”
A smile tittered at her lips, and she pulled him closer.
“You’re going to get hot wearing a turtleneck tomorrow.”
She grinned.
“That’s my girl. I’m going to miss hearing your pussy begging for me. I’d have to wank in a mountain of lube to match this.”
Hermione breathed out a shaky giggle.
“My palms are going to be chapped the next time I see you.”
Her hand went to the back of his neck and buried in his hair.
“Do you need me to go faster?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred, speeding up. “I know you’re ready. Come for me. I want to feel you all around me. I need it. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Hermione was distantly disturbed by how turned on she was by his repeated assurance that she was a good girl, but her pussy had no such qualms and turned up the heat.
He licked her neck and nipped her ear. “I know what would make you come,” he muttered. “You need something in your arse, don’t you? You want me to flip you over right now and fuck your sore, red bottom. Oh fuck!” He hissed through his teeth as her pussy gave a short warning spasm. “I’m going to stuff your arse so full you’re going to choke on it. How can you be so good and so naughty at the same time?”
She was right on the edge. “Please!”
“If you don’t come for me right now, I’m going to turn you over my knee and find out how many fingers we can fit up your tight little arsehole. Ready?”
Her body went stiff; her pussy rolled to a roar. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids as she started to shake.
“There you are." He grinned as her death grip on him tightened. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t form words. Her mouth was slack in a silent moan as her pussy began to convulse; her whole body followed its undulations like a whip. If her muscles weren’t frozen tight, she would have needed a neck brace when it was over.
Severus let her riptide pull him out to sea. The dull numbness that had taken over his cock suddenly reversed, and it seemed he could feel every cell in her pussy. He buried a deafening growl in her shoulder, pounding his seed as deep as it would go. She was still slowly rippling around him as he came down, shuddering and panting next to his ear as each aftershock jerked through her body.
As soon as he could think, Snape turned her face to his. She looked deranged with exhaustion, but she was no longer crying. He kissed her softly, and she shivered as another aftershock hit her. “Feeling better, love?”
Hermione gave him a dopey nod.
He grinned and kissed her again.
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Getting everyone from breakfast to the train was a headache Hermione hadn’t counted on. The horseless carriages were outside waiting, and Draco was rolling his eyes as another first-year began crying, saying he couldn’t find his robes (or his wand or his book). Hermione was losing track. She was tired from not sleeping, but she was hungry as a Hippogriff, so she was glad Draco was fielding the crisis. The Great Hall was a riot, but she wasn’t slowing down until she ate everything on her plate. She needed the strength. Hopefully things would quiet down when they got on the train.
She surreptitiously watched Snape eating his breakfast. He wasn’t cramming his face like she was, but she noticed he had quite a pile of food on his plate too. Sex made a person hungry. Or starving, she thought as she jammed another forkful of waffles in her mouth.
Looking around the table, she realized she was being watched. Ginny was smirking while Harry and Ron looked impressed. Neville was staring at her, his mouth hanging open, and Dean and Seamus were laughing.
“What?” she asked, wiping her face to make sure she wasn’t smeared with syrup.
Harry grinned. “Hungry?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. You act as though you’ve never seen me eat before.”
“Not like that,” Neville muttered.
Seamus laughed. “You’re giving Ron a run for his money.”
Everyone looked at Ron, who hadn’t stopped his morning swarm despite his fascination with her.
“Nah,” Ron said through a mouthful of toast. “I jus’ don’ know where she’s puttin’ it all.”
They all laughed, and Hermione downed her pumpkin juice in four big gulps.
Ginny leaned in and whispered, “Work up an appetite last night?”
Hermione didn’t slow down. “No. This morning.”
Ginny snorted and went back to her own breakfast.
Hermione looked up at the head table to see Snape giving her a small smirk. She smirked back and took a vicious bite of her sausage link.
Wincing, he went back to his coffee.
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There was a knot of second-years straggling behind everyone else. Hermione jogged down the hall to break up their meeting. “You lot, the carriages will be leaving soon. Don’t dawdle.”
They picked up their stuff and scuttled towards the main hall. Hermione blew her hair out of her face, shaking her head. Can’t they just talk on the train like everyone else? She checked to make sure no one was lingering in the back hall then started toward the carriages herself. Watch me be the first Head Girl in history to miss the train.
“Miss Granger.”
She froze and looked around. Oh God, I'm hallucinating. A large portrait hinged off the wall, and Hermione was surprised to see Snape’s pale hand stretch out and beckon her forward. Even if she hadn’t heard his voice, she’d recognize those fingers anywhere. When she got close, his hand snatched her arm and yanked her into a dark alcove behind the painting. A strip of light streamed in from the hall, and with him dressed in black, all she could see were his face and hands. He held her still, and she felt his breath on her forehead.
“Did you heal your neck?” he whispered.
She smiled, stroking his chest. “No, of course not. I just used magical concealer. What are you doing in here?”
“Spying,” he said absently. “I’m good at it, no?”
“You’re marvelous. Did you want something in particular, or are you just trying to make me miss the carriages?”
“Just keeping a promise."
Hermione scrabbled at his chest in surprise as he kissed her hard and deep. Sweet Circe. The man certainly knows how to say goodbye. His tongue was being very wicked for so early in the morning, and she moaned when he sucked on her lip. He pulled away just as suddenly, and Hermione was left reeling for a few seconds.
“You'd better get going, Miss Granger.”
She nodded, dazed by his ferocity. “Yes, sir.”
Severus smirked and kissed the top of her head, groping her bum through her jeans. “Have a nice trip.”
Stumbling out into the hall, she gave him one last look as he pulled the portrait back into place and disappeared. She turned and started jogging toward the entranceway, hoping she didn’t look as flustered as she felt.
- - - - - - - - - -

Snape stood on the steps to Gryffindor tower and watched through the leaded glass window as the last dot of carriages disappeared over the horizon. As he lost sight of them, he started to have doubts that he’d ever hear from her again.
“Ah! Severus. Didn’t expect to see you here,” Dumbledore said from behind him.
Snape turned from the window, his face expressionless.
“Last days are always so joyous and sad, aren’t they?” Dumbledore said, studying the landscape over Snape’s shoulder. “I will miss this year's graduating class.”
Snape gave a noncommittal, “Hm.”
“I must say you were right about Draco. Head Boy was a good fit for him. Miss Granger never complained about him once.”
“Hm.”
Dumbledore smiled pleasantly and clasped his hands behind his back. “So . . . have you already made plans to see her, or are you just playing it by ear?”
Snape froze, careful to keep his face blank and not reveal anything. It would have fooled any onlooker (but for the fact that he’d stopped breathing).
“Don’t look so surprised, Severus. You don’t really think anything happens in this school without my knowing about it, do you? The walls have eyes." He gave Snape a twinkling smile. “And ears . . . and mouths.”
“If you’re firing me, I wish you’d just say it,” Snape said evenly.
“Firing you! Heaven’s no. Everyone’s quite relieved that you’ve been so much more . . . personable these past few months.”
“You’re keeping me on—knowing what I’ve done?”
“Ah, well . . ." Albus smiled thoughtfully. "Miss Granger is special case, isn’t she?"
“She’s half my age.”
“Yes, but she is of age. And come to think of it, she relived her third year about seven times over. I’m not sure what that means when it comes to birthday candles, but I’m quite certain she’s old enough to decide with whom she spends her time. There is no school rule barring relationships between two consenting adults.”
Snape just stared at him, mutely flabbergasted.
“Oh, don’t misunderstand. I was a bit stunned at first. But once I thought about it, you two seemed like a marvelous match. And she’s obviously good for you. I haven’t seen you this, dare I say, happy in years. And she’s quite taken with you as well.”
“Is she?” He said it more as a shocked statement than a question.
“Yes. Has she told her friends yet?”
“No.”
“But she’s going to?”
“Despite my advice."
Albus laughed. “She’s not one to keep her feelings hidden, which, I suspect, is why you love her. Well, I must find Minerva and warn her that Peeves has poured glue into all the locks on the classroom doors, and we still haven’t been able to get hers open. Have a good summer, Severus.”
Dumbledore continued up the stairs, humming merrily as Snape blinked numbly at his retreating form.
Severus shook himself and got out of there before any more disconcerting conversations could take place.
- - - - - - - - - -

Hermione settled into the Head compartment on the Hogwart’s Express. Draco was eyeing her from his across the cabin. She ignored him and looked out of the window back toward the castle. I wonder if he got my note yet.
“So how long until you see him?”
“A couple of weeks.”
He grinned. “Are you allowed to come while you’re apart?”
Hermione’s face went blank. “I . . . I didn’t ask.”
Draco laughed. “Well, if I were you, I’d do it anyway and plead ignorance next time you see him.”
She’d have to think about that. “Draco, what are you going to do when you go home?”
“I don’t know. Eat?”
She smiled. “No, I mean what are you going to do? Work? Travel? What?”
He shrugged. “Malfoys don’t really work.” A grin curled his lips. “But I’ve been thinking about a life as a professional disciplinarian. I’ll give you a discount for being a personal friend, but don’t expect any leniency.”
Shaking her head, she smirked. “Shut up.”
“That’s five with the paddle. You want to try for ten?”
“Draco! Shut up! I’ve got enough on my mind without you talking about paddles.”
He couldn't help chuckling. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got to tell Harry and Ron about Snape.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m moving in with them, and I don’t want to start out by lying to them.”
“How much are you going to tell them?” Draco was deciding whether or not he needed to lie low for the rest of the trip home.
She saw his worry. “Just that I’m seeing Snape, nothing explicit. Merlin, I’d never be able to do that. Nothing about you.”
He nodded. “When are you going to tell them?”
“As soon as I stop feeling like I’m going to be sick.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione stood outside the compartment, gathering her courage. Ginny saw her though the glass and waved her in.
They all smiled as she entered. “Hermione!”
“Hi, everybody. Um, Neville, Luna . . . do you mind giving me a minute with Harry and Ron and Ginny?”
Neville and Luna shrugged, glancing at each other.
“Sure. No problem. We’ll see you lot in a bit,” Neville said.
Luna gave her an airy smile as she walked past. “That’s a nice talisman. It should keep the Wrackspurts away.”
“Er . . . yes,” Hermione answered, unsure what else to say.
She squeezed in next to Ginny and stifled a wince when her bum flared.
“What’s up, Hermione?” Harry asked, scooting over so Ginny could give her more room.
“Um . . . I have to tell you something.”
Ron gathered up the Quidditch magazine he’d been looking at with Neville. “Must be bad if you asked Neville and Luna to leave.”
“Well . . . it’s not really bad . . . but um . . . I don’t think you two are going to be happy about it.”
Ginny linked her arm around Hermione’s elbow. “Don’t say that. You don’t know how they’re going to react.”
Hermione nodded.
“Wait, does Ginny already know?” Ron asked.
Hermione nodded again.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” Harry said, smiling softly. “It can’t be that bad.”
You have no idea. “Okay . . . well, I’ve been seeing someone.”
Harry and Ron looked at each other then back at her.
Ron raised his eyebrows. “Why would we be upset about that?”
Harry shook his head. “She hasn’t told us who it is yet.”
Her hand covered her eyes for a second as she took a deep breath.
“It’s not Draco, is it?” Ron asked, making a face.
You’re getting warmer. She looked at Ginny for support.
“Just tell them, Hermione. They’ll get over it.” She gave both the boys warning glares.
“Right,” Hermione sighed. “Um . . . it's Snape.”
Ron's face was a grimace of horror. “What?” he whispered.
Harry was grinning.
“I thought I should tell you before we moved in together, just in case you hate me and don’t want me there anymore.”
Ron looked at Harry. “She’s not serious, is she?”
Harry started laughing. “I already knew.”
Everyone in the compartment stared at him in shock. “What?” they all chorused.
He laughed harder at the sight of their faces. “I saw you about a month ago on the Marauder’s Map.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. God, I hope Draco wasn’t there.
“And you didn’t tell me?” Ron sputtered.
“No way,” Harry said, holding his hands up in defense. “It was Hermione’s secret. I knew she’d tell us when she was ready.”
“What did you see?” Hermione whispered.
Harry glanced at Ron then back at her. “You . . . with him . . . in his private chambers.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
He shrugged. “I watched you pretty closely for about a week, but you didn’t seem drugged or cursed or injured or anything. In fact you seemed pretty happy. I figured if you needed help, you’d ask. And then I noticed that Snape had stopped taking all of Gryffindor’s points, and that he wasn’t nearly as insulting as he used to be. Whatever was going on seemed to be putting you both in a better mood.”
Ginny let out a small giggle and then slapped her hand over her mouth.
“How long?” Ron croaked.
Hermione couldn’t meet his eyes. “A few months.”
“Why?” he asked, sounding lost.
Hermione fingered the pendant around her neck and considered how to answer that. “He makes me happy.”
Ron’s eyebrows rose. “Snape?” he said, as if making sure they were talking about the same person.
“Yes.”
“Is he . . . treating you right? He’s not hurting you, is he?”
Hermione’s lip twitched. Only in ways that I like. Stop snorting, Ginny. “He’s very different when we’re alone.”
Harry grinned. “Draco knows, doesn’t he?”
Hermione’s eyes almost popped out of her head.
Harry just grinned wider.
“How did you know?”
“He’s been covering for you and making excuses.”
She nodded. “He’s kept it a secret the whole time.”
“Malfoy?” Ron said in disbelief.
“Yes.”
Harry eyed the way her fingers touched her necklace. “Did Snape give you that?”
Dammit! When did Harry become so observant? “Yes.”
Ginny peered around her hand. “What is it?”
“A talisman. He said it would help keep me safe.”
“It’s pretty. Who knew Snape could pick out decent jewelry?”
“He made it.”
Ginny was impressed. “Even better.”
“So . . . you’re going to keep seeing him?” Ron asked. The color was starting to return to his face.
“Yes. Do you hate me?”
“Hate you?" Ron repeated in surprise. "No, I’m just . . . a little grossed out. I don’t get it. He’s so . . . evil . . . and greasy. What do you see in him?”
“He’s not evil. He’s just . . . not friendly. It’s hard to explain. We get on very well together.”
“So you admit it, he is greasy,” Ron said with a smirk.
Hermione let out a relieved smile. “I don’t notice it anymore.”
Harry gave her a wicked smile. “Love is blind.”
Hermione blushed. “Careful, Harry, you’re going to make Ron sick.”
Ron wiped a hand over his face.
“So you two really aren’t cross with me?”
Ron looked at Harry, who shook his head and said, “It’s your life, Hermione. All the shit we've been through, all the loss and pain, it makes everything else seem pretty tame. I don't want to dictate anyone's life. I may not like Snape personally, but I’m not the one snogging him.”
“Snogging?” Ron muttered with a grimace. “Have you been snogging Snape?”
Hermione blushed brighter. “That’s none of your business.”
“You’re right, it’s not,” Ron said, deciding he didn’t want to know.
“So . . . you don’t mind if he comes to Grimmauld Place sometimes?” she asked Harry.
He thought for a second then shrugged. “You can invite over anyone you fancy.”
She got up and hugged him. “Thank you, Harry. I thought you’d never talk to me again.”
He laughed and hugged her back. “I want you to be happy, Hermione. Life’s too short.”
Letting go of him, she hugged a still shell-shocked Ron. “You too, Ron. I’m sorry I kept it a secret for so long. Thank you for understanding.”
Ron softened a little. “Yeah, no problem.”
Harry sat down and held Ginny’s hand. “As long as you’re with him, I’ll be civil. But if he ever hurts you, I’ll hunt him down.”
“I’ll help you,” Ron agreed.
“Don’t be dramatic." Hermione smiled. They were both too sweet. “Besides, I’d hex off his bollocks before you could ever find him.”
Ginny burst out laughing and pulled Hermione toward the door, ignoring Harry and Ron’s dropped jaws. “Let’s go to the loo and then stop by the cart for some chocolate.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Snape wandered back to his room, slightly disoriented since talking to the Headmaster. That he’d been found out and still had his job seemed unreal. I hope no one else finds out. Minerva might do irreparable harm to my manhood. The house elves had made his bed since he’d been gone, and he wished they hadn’t. The messy sheets reminded him of her. There was a piece of parchment on his pillow. He picked it up and immediately recognized her handwriting.
I miss you already.
Smiling, Severus folded it and put in his pocket.
He read it a hundred more times before he fell asleep that night.
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