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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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Intense
Severus groaned, sharp sting and dull pain in his kidney area reminded him of his lack of judgement from two days ago, dozing off on the cold bathroom tills with wet towel crumpled under his back… That certainly wasn’t one of his brightest moments in life. But waking up with a weight of the small witch on him was pleasant, even in those conditions. Looking for warmer and probably softer place to sleep, Hermione managed to climb on top of him, using him as a sleeping surface. He could have woken her up then, relocate both of them to the bed, but idiot that he was – he left her to sleep off the descent from her high.
Oh, but this was bad, bad indeed. She must have found him soft enough, because she continued using him as sleeping surface even that night and night after that. In many years he lived, he could name himself many things, however “I never was and never will be soft or comfortable surface for sleeping.” And yet, little witch kept using him in that capacity. What was even worse and certainly most worrisome was the fact that he didn’t do anything to prevent her. He tried to find excuses for his own behavior but even those were running thin.
The girl in his arms sighed and stirred, nuzzling her face at his neck, he tightened the grip around her, one hand feathering its way to the small of her back and the swell of her bum. He smiled thinking of the night in question…
…Finally, she woke up, her dreamy eye smiling at him, still sedated. Naturally, everything after that was less than romantic or seductive and more to the clumsily embracing side. It took them a while to detangle and manage to get off the floor with ample amount of groaning and hissing from pain. They were both stiff and uncomfortable. Dressing up was awkward for some reason, not like they didn’t see each other naked before, and they did far more inciting things than that, but for some reason it was awkward. Preparing tea gave him excuse to dug himself from the situation, but not from her, she followed him to the kitchen, silent and distant.
Once they both had a mug of steaming tea she cleared her throat
- I’d like to try out everything from the list before we go our separate ways. – he just nodded so she continued – What do you think, how much time do we have? –
- Three weeks, a month at the most. –
- Would it be enough time? –
- Yes… -
- You do not sound so certain. –
- When you made your list, you were still under the influence of the curses, the influence that is now gone or diminished. Do you still think you have those preferences? –
- I…. right, I see your point…I don’t know…but… -
- Miss Granger, even your speech pattern changed, - he huffed in annoyance, not sure at whom or what he is annoyed – It is only prudent to assume… -
- I know! – she cut him off – But, you see… I do not know what I like or don’t like, and I won’t know if I do not try. –
- I am aware of that, Miss Granger. –
- Then how we are going to proceed? At least for the things that are possible. -
- As I do recall, I didn’t hear anything that is impossible on that list. – he sighed and get up from the table – Follow me, I have something to show you. –
They went to the bedroom and he pulled the dufflebag under the bed, opened it and pushed it towards her.
- Luna brought this. I believe that you will find even more implements that your list compiled. I’ll let you decide what do you want to use or try. Let me just remind you that your list is not set in stone, Miss Granger, preferences may change over time. - …
…He wondered why was he still surprised with the girl. One thing was sure, she did put the good use of the books he gave her. As a result… His hand fanned over her bum, fingers brushing over the tip of silicone ring, he smiled. She was craving for strong sensations, he could imagine that she would like anal play…
… - Are you sure? –
- The book says it is the best approach to loosen up the muscles and get used to the feeling. Before I leave I want to try the real thing, at least once. – he nodded – I don’t say I’m going to like it… - she wrinkled her nose - …I mean, even the biggest one looks small in comparison to… - her eyes drifted to the zipper of his pants, and he bit his inner cheek to prevent laughter
- We will cross that bridge when we come to it. –
- Right. Also, this…I don’t think I like these cuff things, I like rope. –
- Understandable, being a witch, it is easier to free yourself from cuffs than ropes. –
- But I’ll be living among muggles, so it doesn’t really matter, does it? –
- Point taken. –
- So, what are we doing tomorrow? –
- I don’t know, it is up to you, remember? –
- Yes, right. Well, we could try out these. – she picked up still shrunken set of spanking implements…
…Wolf patronus jumped into his view, Bill’s voice sounded hushed
- Severus, I have to talk to you, in private. Come to the library, Harry opened the floo call line in there, temporarily. –
He rolled Hermione off himself, gently not to wake her up, dressed and left the room quietly.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
As soon as the door closed behind him, Hermione sighed and blinked her eyes open. Turning to her back she felt a plug shifting and smiled, sensation was still new, nothing overly pleasant but also not unpleasant. Whatever Bill wanted to talk to him about, he will tell her, by now she figured that much out, if she wanted to know something she should only ask him openly. Question was, did she wanted to know? What if the news would shorten their time together?
Nesting against the pillows she frowned, her bum was sore. Even if there were no marks on it, it was still bit sore. Yesterday was revelation in more ways than one. She learned a bit about him and loads about herself in the process…
…She insisted that they try spanking in the morning, right after their breakfast settled in. He advised her against it, but she insisted. She was curious and frightened in equal measure, a bundle of nerves, and her inner voice was annoyingly quiet, stubbornly refusing to talk to her.
She was standing, naked at the foot of the bed, watching his every move. He took out all the implements and resized them to their normal size. Glancing at her he stopped what he was doing and turned to her
- Are you absolutely positive that you want this? – she nodded – All of them at once? We could always spread them through… -
- I don’t want to lose my nerve. – even to her the voice sounded thin
- It may be advisable… -
- Severus, I am afraid but also determined. –
- Very well, are you familiar with traffic light system of warnings? – she nodded again – Good, I want you to use it. –
- Why not just use the safe word? –
- Rather than stop entirely once we commence, a warning that would allow me to adjust my actions would be preferable, don’t you agree? –
- Right, fine. So, yellow for you are getting close to the limit, red for you crossed my limit? -
- Correctly. Anything you want to discuss? –
- Ummmm, stupid question but how much is going to hurt, will it hurt? – she blurted before her brain had time to caught up with her mouth “Way to go Hermione, you are asking him to beat your ass black and blue, of course it’s going to hurt.”
- Miss Granger, - he sighed and closed his eyes for a second – Kitten, the very nature of what we are going to do does imply certain amount of pain. However, pain for the sake of pain is not the goal but rather the pleasure you can take from the pain. –
- I know the theory. – she smiled sheepishly
- Then you know I must ask… -
- You know my health status better than me. As for significant traumas… -
- The Manor, your parents, Weasley junior, anything else? –
- None of that, actually. I had two years to make my peace with most of the what happened. The Manor…it is trauma but after all this time if the bitch is alive I’d honestly like to get my hands on her. My parents…it still hurts, it will hurt as long as I live, but they are alive. Ronald Weasley can go and fuck… -
- Language Miss Granger. – he growled
- Fine, he can go and find nice picket fence and sit on it! – she hissed and he chuckled – I had lot of time to deal with my pain, only thing left in me is anger, cold anger. –
- If you insist. –
- I do! –
- Shall we begin? –
- I have just one favor to ask? Can we skip that “over the knee” part? – he raised an eyebrow at her – I’d feel like I did something wrong, which I didn’t. -
- Very well, go to the bed, on all four. – there was something in his voice that made her shiver, and something else, some undertone she couldn’t quite place
Soon enough, Hermione abandoned all thoughts about Snape’s undertone and what could it meant, first blow caught her quite unprepared. It was loud slap, not painful by any stretch, just loud. It landed on her left cheek than another on the right. He would deliver each slap in pairs making a second or two of break between each set. Hermione’s mind wandered “I just don’t understand, what is the appeal of this?” her bottom jiggled as he continued. Some time passed, and the blows started to sting a bit, not comfortable but also not uncomfortable either. It wasn’t painful as much as warm, warmth that spread to her back and lower to her core.
- Are you alright Kitten? –
- Yes. – her voice sounded bit breathless even if she didn’t feel that her breathing changed
He remained silent, but slaps become bit faster and stronger. Now they sting but they were still bearable, Hermione struggled to figure out the appeal of it all, when he changed the angle. With new angle something happened, each slap was pricklier and it jiggled her globes in a specific way, her entire core vibrated, buzz ending in her clitoris. It was marvelous, she felt a trickle of juice at her core, and her breathing speeded up. Then suddenly, he stopped, rubbing her bottom, now that was pleasant and unpleasant “When did my but begun to hurt that much?”
- Are you ready for next one? –
- What is the next one? –
- Small paddle. I will give you just 6 swats with each implement, with increase in strength, just to get the feel of it. –
- Will it be enough? – she wrinkled her nose, even for his hand it took more than just few swats.
- It will. – he sounded confident, she could hear him move behind her – Are you ready? –
He didn’t wait for her answer, first blow was just above the tap but, her warmed up behind sting, she hissed. That wasn’t pleasant at all. It was increasingly painful and she had desire to move away but forced herself to stay. She sighed a sigh of relief when he stopped and rubbed her but again.
- How that felt? –
- Not…what I expected. – she replied carefully
- I see. – was his only reply, one hand slithered between her legs and finger probed between her labia – Next one? – he asked and she nodded – Are you sure? – she nodded again.
He took big paddle, tapped it against her behind, then he swing, and the surface collided with her skin with force. Not so much of a force but seer amount of area that covered made her wince and recoil. He waited then swing again, she recoiled again, small cry escaping her lips. This was not pleasant at all. By the third time, tears run down her face, she felt like she was punished for something. But after third blow he stopped and rub her now heated and painful behind.
- Do you want us to continue? –
- Yes. – she  hiccuped
- But…? –
- Pick something else please, I don’t like that one. –
His finger found her core again.
- I believe you’re right, you don’t like this one at all. – he mumbled and choose the cane next.
He tapped her bottom with it and then the cane swished through the air, landing with muffled thud over her behind. She sank in to the comforter, but get right back up. He gave her time, and for that she was grateful, but… Mulling in her head all that she read about other experiences, her own insight was different, it drawn to the surface fight or flight response. The cane collided with her skin again, she cried out and sunk again, she could tell that the hits were not hard, but if he was to hit her one more time she would hex him.
- Yellow!!! – she sniffled
- Look at me Kitten. – his voice was stern but also soft, and that break her, break her in a way she couldn’t imagine it would.
Wail erupted from her, a wail worthy of a banshee. In a blink of the eye he was next to her, sitting on the bed and pulling her in his embrace, whispering something but she couldn’t discern the words. He continued to pet her hair and back, murmuring softly to her. She wanted so bad to just melt into his touch, clinging to his shirt, but her mind pulled to the surface long forgotten horrors. Once the picture in her head was clear it caused new flood of tears.
Hermione couldn’t tell how long she was crying, it felt weird, it didn’t bring her liberation or lightness, it just burdened her more. Before every pain was welcomed, no matter how much hurt, but now…she just couldn’t understand. Still pressing her face in his chest, she  hiccuped
- I must be a disappointment. –
- Why? –
- I couldn’t…I asked and…it felt wrong… -
- As I told you before, you are allowed to change your mind. –
- I failed you… -
- How so? –
- I…I… - she wanted so much to tell that she felt bad for not being able to see through the spanking to the end, but what came out of her mind stunned her as much as it did him - … I left you there, to bleed out. I … -
- Don’t go there, Kitten. - his voice was husky and rasp
- But I did, I should have known better, Mr Weasley was bitten by her, he spent so much time in the hospital, and nothing could help him save from muggle…. I should have remembered that. -
- You stopped poison from spreading, dittany helped until the medic arrived. I am here today due to your fast thinking and to your surprisingly misplaced kindness. –
- It wasn’t misplaced. -
- At the time it was, then you didn’t know what you know now. Anyone else would simply walk away. – she could feel his muscles going rigid and simply nodded afraid that if they continue he would back away, and to her surprise she discovered that she needed his embrace, his touch
- I’d still like to try the riding crop, I don’t think I’m going to like it very much but I still want to try it. But maybe not today. –
- It is your decision. Do you want me to… -
- I just want to stay like this. –
- We can do that. –
- Can I stay like this while we sleep? –
- Not exactly like this, at one point I would like to disrobe and maybe…I don’t know…lie down as well. But as far as the embrace goes, I couldn’t stop you even if I try. This big bed is wasted on us, I’m afraid. –
- I don’t know, it has its advantages. – she smiled through the drying tears…
… She did learn something about him, he didn’t like what they did and that was the fact. For the rest of the day they brewed, and she was grateful once again, he gave her option which didn’t include sitting. But watching him regain his meditative peace she finally understood, he didn’t like being one to hit her, not even as part of the sex play…
…Realization hit her somewhere between stirring and adding the crushed chamomile flowers.
- You didn’t enjoy. – she stated and he glanced at her – The spanking. –
- No. – he replied simply
- Why? –
- I do not find pleasure in causing pain. –
- Not even if it’s for… ? –
- You didn’t enjoy it either, for most of the part. –
- True but I didn’t know that I wouldn’t. But you did. How? –
- Your curses were removed. They dulled your senses, they shaped your perception based on the fact that you needed something you could feel. –
- Ok now we know why I don’t like it. Why don’t you like it? –
- I… - he sighed not raising his eyes from the cauldron – It was requirement for far too long, and not from pleasure either. I do not like having control any more than I like losing it. -
- But you’ll still allow me to tie you up once? –
- I will. –
- Why? –
- Because… - his eyes set on hers, steal and the softest velvet in the same time, his voice barely a whisper – I thrust you Miss Granger. - …
… Hermione sighed, having his thrust was greatest gift she could have. With a determined nod she sat in bed, her premise was solid, if it works she would return his thrust with the greatest gift she could give him – his freedom.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
- But Severus. –
- The matter is closed for discussion, Mr Weasley. –
- So, what are we going to tell her? –
- Her condition. –
- And if she asks… -
- The news will be delivered in such manner that she wouldn’t feel the need to ask more questions but rather draw her on conclusions. –
- But… -
- It is private matter, Mr Weasley, and I like to keep it private. –
- Even from her? –
- Especially from her. –
- It is your right, Severus. I’ll see you both tonight. – sigh Bill and closed the connection.
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