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The Quickening	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32428 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Sadly I must return to work tomorrow so here is a nice smutty chapter to keep you all going until I can manage the next one.
BitchandMoan: I’m glad you got the Unicorn reference. I sometimes wonder if the links are a little obscure. Yes, I like the idea of a more grown-up Draco with a sense of humour. Thanks for reading.
Sal05: I loved your response to my call out. It made me laugh. I’m glad you’re a fan. Hopefully, I can keep your addiction going but I can’t guarantee that it’s going to be gentle. Let’s see if we can all make it through together.
Chapter 22
It wasn’t Erised. It was a normal mirror. Transfigured from one that could slip into her pocket, into one that sat just below the level of the high window in his bedroom. It was full-length—tall enough for both of them to be entirely visible, and she was glad that it fit under the high window because she wanted to do it in the daylight—candles and lamps were moody but they didn’t provide the level of illumination she needed to watch and remember every detail.
He hadn’t even raised an eyebrow at her request. He was willing to accommodate her, accept her, non-judgementally, unconditionally. It was exactly what she needed.
And she found that she could instruct him, almost without embarrassment. He didn’t sneer or smirk, even withholding the double entendres and innuendos she knew could roll off his tongue at will. He knew how difficult this was for her. Sex wasn’t always serious. But sometimes it was. And sometimes it was intense. As it was now.
He held her up from behind, one arm hooked under the back of each knee. Her legs were spread wide and her feet planted directly on the mirror before her. She was fascinated by the view. It was almost like looking into the inner workings of a clock. The limbs and angles and muscles and shadows of their naked bodies provided both symmetry and working parts. And because he had only just eased his entire length into her—they still held their form.
For a while, the only movement was the agonizingly slow vertical plunging of his fleshy cock into the impossibly thin sheath of her pussy, stretched to capacity around his thick and unyielding column. As her juices flowed more freely, the bulges, ridges and veins of his glistening member were accentuated and she found her eyes drawn simply to his unique map of features. She was getting to know each one with her fingers, her tongue and now, with her eyes, like the creases in his palm and the constellations in his irises.
And yet her own pussy was like a stranger to her. She’d never known it like this. But being able to watch and feel at the same time helped to make it part of her. She wanted to know what it desired, how it responded, and was excited to see the emerging shiny pink flush of her engorged flesh petals and the nub of her swollen clitoris, straining for attention.
As he continued easing in and out of her, the rim of her pussy curling and spreading on each upward and downward passage, his smouldering black eyes never left hers. His breathing was deep and rhythmic as he pushed into her from behind and she loved the firmness of his forearms against her palms as they easily held her weight.
Then it was time to give both jutting nubs what they desperately desired. The fingers of one hand lifted to her breast to tease the puckered nipple. It firmed and lengthened under her fingertips and she suddenly had an intense desire to suck on it. Instead, she lifted her hand to her mouth and put one finger on either side of her lips so she could lick between them.
Severus’ forehead suddenly creased with jealous need and his cock surged into her.
“Unnnhhhh,” she moaned, her mouth still open as she continued to lick her fingers.
When she rolled her dripping digits over her nipple, it glistened like a glazed strawberry and she could tell from the heat of his gaze that he was desperate for a taste.
She continued rolling and pinching her nipple as she licked the fingers of the other hand, before sliding them down over her firm flat stomach. His eyes were no longer on hers, they were locked upon the sinuous course of the digits that were honing in on her most sensitive bundle.
They crawled through her pubic hair like a two man swat team before emerging to assault her clitoris. She peered through shuttered eyes as her rigid fingers rubbed at the distended pink nub. Witnessing the frantic assault, his deep groan reverberated through her spine and his head sank forward almost drunkenly. He was trying to hold back.
He felt her pussy tighten around him and her rubbing became more frenzied. Bracing his arms around her knees, he began pumping into her, faster, deeper.
It was like watching ice cream melting. Her moist creamy curves started losing form under the friction of his pistoning cock. Her mouth fell open and her head pitched back against his chest.
“Oh Gods!”
A grimace of strain and concentration captured his face as his breath hissed like steam between his teeth. He was struggling to stay inside her, she was so tight.
And then their reflections started to shudder, the entire room captured in an earthquake as her feet trembled and convulsed against the mirror.
Her pelvis jerked up and down as she cried out and clutched at his thighs, digging her nails in like claws. The gushing release from her spasming pussy ejected him from her channel and his surging, liberated cock sprayed come like a graffiti artist, in swathes across the mirror.
As it trickled down in sticky wreaths, he lowered her onto the bed, collapsing beside her shuddering form.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Can we do that again?”
“Tomorrow,” she sighed.
“Perfect.”
He pulled her to him and they slept.
***
Severus was in a particularly good mood, testing out quills in Flourish and Blotts. They had ‘explored’ in the mirror again and he’d managed to stay on for the ride this time. It had been glorious.
“Someone’s looking particularly pleased with themselves.” The silky voice behind him could only belong to one person.
“Lucius.”
Severus didn’t turn but continued to be absorbed in quill testing.
“One wonders how the Hogwarts Potions Master can afford to waste his time with foolish quill waving. Perhaps the life of an ousted spy is better than one might imagine?”
Severus sighed. “And one wonders how a former Death-Eater can be thoroughly absorbed spending his days as a quill waving voyeur. You always did like to watch though didn’t you?”
He turned to face the blonde-haired wizard who immediately tilted his head to one side, lifting his cane to slide the silver snake’s head down Severus’ cheek.
“My, my, we are looking well aren’t we?” His eyes were chips of ice. “I was always the one with the looks to draw them in. While you had the cock to fuck their brains out. But now . . .” he raised an eyebrow, tapping the snake’s head against Severus’ chin. “You could almost be a one man show.”
Severus looked at him with disdain. “It’s been charming reminiscing with you but I must be off.”
“Back to the Mudblood?” Lucius hissed in his ear as he made to walk past.
Severus jerked toward him, his face only millimetres from the snarling blonde. “What did . . . you . . . say?”
Malfoy drew back slightly. Severus’ sinister baritone could still get to him.
“Word is that you both went missing for a considerable period and then emerged, together, with a newfound . . . radiance. Most peculiar don’t you think?”
“I have no idea what you’re insinuating but I suggest you step out of my way before I introduce that snake’s head to your prostate.”
Lucius smirked. “You were always very good at that, as I recall. Maybe you could come out to the Manor and we could . . . reminisce?”
“Go fuck yourself Malfoy—it doesn’t sound like anyone else wants to.”
Severus pushed past and was out the door before Lucius could respond.
***
Severus and Hermione lay in a sweaty tangle of knotted sheets, their limbs tapping in to one another’s galloping heart beats.
“Do you think it would be possible to rid yourself of the curse?” Severus spoke into the darkness.
Hermione frowned. “What do you mean?”
“If you're infected only superficially, perhaps the removal process wouldn’t be so . . . arduous?”
“Why do you want me to get rid of it?” Hermione propped herself on one elbow and peered at him through the gloom.
The conversation with Lucius had been playing on his mind all day but he didn’t want to concern her with it.
“There may be side effects . . . long-term . . . that we're not aware of.”
Hermione ran a finger idly up his chest. “Perhaps. But there are some long-term benefits too.”
Severus remained quiet.
“Who would I give it to?” she asked. “Neville’s acne has been looking particularly bad lately. I could give it to him.”
Severus snorted.
“You never know,” she said. “It could take him to a career as a famous model.”
Severus chuckled, dragging her to him. “And I could become an international heart-throb.”
“You’re my heart throb,” she said, licking along his bottom lip.
“And you make other parts of me throb . . . “
He took her for the sixth time that day, all thoughts of Lucius leaving his head. For now.
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