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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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23 - All Apologies
Hermione headed down to the kitchen. She was hungry enough to eat a Hippogriff. Raw. They’d found her bag and box outside her door, and she’d left a very clean (and still towel-covered) Severus Snape rifling though her underwear.
Harry and Ron were nowhere in sight as she made her way through the house, but as she neared the kitchen, she heard the sound of them talking to someone. Pausing outside the swinging door, she listened when she heard her name.
“You should have seen her face when she saw him,” Harry said. It sounded as though he was smiling.
“Oh, I’ve seen her Snape Face,” Ginny said with a snicker. (Oh good, Ginny’s here. My plan must have worked.) “She looks like she wants to swallow him whole.”
“Please don’t say it like that,” Ron groaned. “I’ve had enough Snape visuals for one day. They’ve been up there for hours. What can they possibly be doing for so long?”
“I pity your future girlfriends,” Ginny replied.
Hermione giggled and pushed through the door to find Ginny plus Lupin, Tonks, and Teddy sitting around the table with Harry and Ron. Teddy was sitting in Ginny’s lap, patting her hair as if he thought it might burn him.
“Oh! I didn’t know everybody was here,” she said, stopping short. “Hello.”
The entire table looked as if they were trying not to laugh at her.
“Wotcher,” Tonks said with a twitching smile.
“It’s good to see you, Hermione,” Lupin said, doing a much better job at keeping a straight face.
“Where’s Snape?” Ginny asked.
Pawing through my knickers. “He’ll be right down.”
“I’m surprised he’s mobile,” Harry muttered.
Hermione blushed and went to a bowl of fruit on the counter, hunting for a piece that looked good.
Ginny’s grin widened. “Hungry?”
“Starving actually. Is there more food?”
“Yeah,” Harry answered. “Kreacher will make you something if you want.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to bother him.”
Harry shrugged. "It offends him if you don’t ask."
Hermione grabbed a large banana.
“Please pick something else,” Ron muttered.
Hermione blushed and switched for a orange.
Snape burst into the kitchen with the same brusque flair he had when entering a classroom. “Well, well, Lupin and his litter,” he said by way of greeting. Not pausing for a reply, he reached around Hermione and took an apple.
“Severus,” Lupin said cordially.
Ginny smiled, unlocking Teddy’s fingers from her hair. "We were getting worried about you, Hermione.”
“Why?”
“It got too quiet. We thought Snape might’ve killed you.”
“La petite mort,” Snape whispered into her hair, making Hermione blush.
“At least when you were shouting, we knew you were still alive,” Ginny added, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Hermione went pale. “What? I put up a silencing charm. What did you hear?”
Lupin covered his smile with one hand and Tonks ducked her head, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
“Not much,” Remus assured her.
“Not much?” Ron repeated, goggling at him. “I’m going to be hearing that bed thumping against the wall in my nightmares forever.”
The blood drained from Hermione's face.
Lupin gave her an understanding smile. “Did you put the charm on all four walls?”
“Yes,” she said, sounding sick.
“And the floor?” he asked.
“I didn’t think about the floor.”
Remus gave Snape a calculating look. “I’m surprised Severus didn’t remind you.”
Hermione spun around. “You knew?”
Severus gave her a wicked smile before taking a loud bite of his apple.
Her jaw dropped. “You knew! And you didn’t tell me! How could you?” She slammed one hand down on the counter. Snape watched her fume as if she were a mildly entertaining program on the telly. “I asked you to be nice! Ron and Harry are being very understanding about all this, and you go and do something completely underhanded.” She pointed at him, poking him in the chest as she ranted. “I can’t believe you! After everything—”
He caught her wrist in one hand and held her finger at bay. “What did we just discuss about physicality?”
Hermione reddened then yanked her hand out of his grasp. “How could you embarrass me like this?” she whispered.
She tore out of the room in a whirl of bushy hair, but Snape saw the tears in her eyes before she turned away. Everyone was dead silent, watching the couple with bated breath. Severus slammed his apple down on the counter with an angry, “Fuck!” and went after her, leaving the table of spectators agog.
Ginny got up as fast as she could, handed Teddy back to Tonks, then dashed toward the door, red hair flying behind her.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked.
Ginny turned back to them at the door. “I’ve never seen Snape apologize; no way am I missing it.”
Everyone at the table tittered at Ginny’s answer, but then Tonks jumped up and pushed Teddy into Lupin’s lap.
“She’s right. I might never get the chance to see this again,” she explained and was out the door.
Teddy laughed at this new game, pounding his hand on the table for more, waiting for Lupin to pass him along. The remaining men looked at the swinging door for a couple of seconds then Harry and Ron gave each other a "why not" shrug and bounded out of their chairs.
Alone at the table, Remus looked down at the toddler in his lap. Teddy reached for Lupin’s chin and smiled at him.
“They left us,” Lupin told him.
Teddy laughed and patted the table, squeezing his eyes shut until his hair turned colors. It flashed the same red as Ginny’s then melted into a raven black just like Snape’s. Teddy waved at the door. “Buh!”
Lupin couldn’t argue with that. “You’ll thank me for this someday when he can NEVER give you detention,” he said and ran after the others.
He found them all huddled around the widow that overlooked the back garden. “What’d I miss?"
Tonks yanked him closer so he could see. “Hermione’s crying. Snape’s talking to her.”
“Shh!” everyone chorused.
Lupin looked out at the overgrown, and rather crispy, brown garden. Hermione was at the edge of the brick patio, glaring out at the dead plants, her back to Snape, hands folded into her armpits.
Snape was holding her shoulders and talking calmly to the back of her head. They could hear the rumble of his voice but couldn’t make out the words.
Hermione shook her head, disagreeing with whatever he’d said. They could hear her higher-pitched voice through the glass. “I don’t care. These are my friends. Even if you only meant for Harry and Ron to hear, that’s horrible. They are not Draco!”
All of the onlookers were very confused by this (except Ginny, who covered her grin with both hands).
Snape said something, and everyone leaned in, straining to hear. He turned her around and tried to pry her hands from under her arms.
“NO!” she shouted. “I don’t want to hit you again.”
Ron squinted. “Did she say . . . ?”
“Shh!” everyone hissed.
Snape wrapped his arms around her and said something else.
“I might,” Hermione answered.
Severus smirked and slid his hands down to cup her bum.
“Eugh!” Ron said, making a face. “I hope she does hit him.”
“Shh!” they all said through their snickers.
Hermione looked up at his face and said something so quietly they couldn’t hear. Snape’s head shook no, and he put his hands around her face, wiping off her tears with the edges of his thumbs. He kissed her forehead, and they saw his lips moving as he whispered.
“I never would have believed it,” Tonks muttered to Remus.
Teddy giggled and whacked Lupin’s cheek with one tiny palm. Lupin flinched but didn’t look away from the window.
“He said it,” Ginny whispered.
Harry narrowed his eyes. “What? How can you tell?”
“I just know. Look at her.”
Hermione pulled her hands from her armpits and put them on Snape’s chest. “You'd better make this up to me.”
It was obvious he asked her how. Her hands tightened around his shirt. “Apologize to them.”
“No.”
They didn’t need to guess that time.
“Please, Severus.”
“No. I don’t care what they think, and you shouldn’t either!”
“You won’t do this one thing for me?” she asked so quietly they almost missed it.
Snape looked furious for a minute then his lips pulled back in a feral sneer. “Fine.”
Hermione’s face softened, and she stroked his cheek. “Thank you.”
He growled something at her, and she nodded. Her hand slipped into his, and they started back toward the door.
“Go go go!” Ginny whispered. “They’re coming back.”
They sprinted back to the kitchen and were all sitting around the table, trying to catch their breath, when they heard approaching footsteps.
The couple entered hand in hand, Hermione looking embarrassed and Snape looking lethal. Everyone tried to appear unaware of what had just transpired between the two.
“Miss Granger has requested that I make amends. I think it unnecessary," Snape said through clenched teeth,” but in the interest of maintaining the peace, I . . . apologize.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Tonks muttered.
Lupin couldn’t hold back a smirk.
“Well, uh . . .” Harry stuttered, giving Hermione an impressed look. “That’s all right. Thanks.”
Snape rolled his eyes. He picked up his apple and started to leave.
Hermione squeezed his hand. "Please don’t go."
He gave her a long look then sighed and went to the other end of the table where no one was sitting. Hermione followed him over and kissed his forehead.
“Thank you, Severus,” she whispered. His black eyes glared around the table, daring anyone to comment.
No one said anything except Teddy, who grabbed his own black hair in both hands and pulled it straight up until it looked as if he had horns. “Spuh!”
Hermione slipped her arm around Snape’s neck and sat in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. It was too hard to meet anyone’s eye after what they’d heard. Her stomach growled loudly, and Snape raised his eyebrow at her and held out his apple. She smiled at him.
“I’ll make you a sandwich, Hermione,” Ginny offered. “Don’t get up.”
Hermione gave her a grateful look. “How about two . . . or three.”
Ginny laughed and got out the bread. “What do you want, beef or peanut butter?”
“Meat.”
Harry snorted into his hand. “I’ll help you, Ginny.”
Hermione watched Harry and Ginny lay out the bread and then get the roast beef. Her mouth was watering.
“We’ve got some tomatoes and lettuce too," Ginny said, digging around in the refrigerator.
“Merlin, yes,” Hermione said with a groan of pleasure.
“You want a sandwich, Professor?” Ginny asked.
Severus was surprised she’d offered. “That sounds nice,” he said carefully.
“Lay out some more bread, Harry.”
“How much more?”
“How many you want?” she asked Snape.
“Two, I suppose.” No one ever made him anything (not counting the school elves.)
“Anybody else want some?” Ginny asked.
“I could eat,” Ron said.
“Me too,” Harry said with a small grin.
“Well, bollocks to this,” said Ginny, dropping the bread. “Why don’t we just eat dinner?”
Harry shrugged then called out, “Kreacher?”
There was a noise in the pantry, and the stooped elf shuffled in, looking more sprightly than the last time Hermione had seen him. Teddy giggled madly and waved his arms toward the elf, his hair going green.
“Yes, Master Harry?”
“Did you already make dinner?”
“Yes, Kreacher made stew and rolls.”
“Is there enough for everybody?”
The bulging eyes looked around the room. “Kreacher made more than enough.”
“Great. Could we have it now?”
“Would Master like me to set the dining room?”
“No, no,” Harry said with a laugh. “Just right here in the kitchen is fine.”
Kreacher bowed. “As you request, sir.”
With a snap of his boney fingers, the meal appeared on the table.
“I have got to get a house-elf,” Tonks muttered.
Harry smiled. "Thanks, Kreacher. This looks great.”
Ginny started to shove the bread back in the bag, but Kreacher shook his head and snapped his fingers again. The bread sucked itself back into the bag like new.
“Brilliant," Ginny said, grinning. "Thanks.”
Kreacher nodded and shuffled back to the pantry.
Hermione slipped out of Snape’s lap onto the chair next to him and shoved a roll in her mouth. It tasted like yeasty heaven. “Oh my God! This is so good.”
Harry laughed and sat at the head of the table where he’d been before. “Yeah, it’s as good as Hogwarts. I’d be living off of cereal and ice cream if it wasn’t for him.”
The mood lightened considerably as everyone started to eat. They had great fun watching Teddy gum at a roll. Tonks took it back from him and soaked it in the stew then fed him bits of it from her bowl. Teddy slapped his knees and turned his hair all different shades as they laughed around him.
Snape’s hand found Hermione’s knee under the table. She smiled at him and ate with her left hand so she could touch him back. It dawned on her that she’d never really eaten with him before. Sitting across the Great Hall didn’t count.
But laughing with her friends at Teddy’s smacking lips while Severus held her hand, that counted more than anything.
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The soft swish of a passing car broke the night silence. It was dark and Hermione's head rested on his chest. They’d finished another sweat-soaked round an hour earlier, and she had fallen asleep afterward—almost immediately. Snape stayed awake. He wanted to enjoy her while he could. There was no way he was sticking around the next day while she hung out with her friends. He intended to go home and make sure everything was ready for her. More food would probably be a good idea.
His hand idly combed through her hair. If he fell asleep, he wouldn’t get to hear her soft breathing or feel the thump of her heart against his side. Her naked thigh rested atop his, and the warm, soft bush of her sex pressed into the outside of his hip. There was an urge to slip his fingers into her damp slit and feel his seed seep from her body, but he stayed still so he wouldn’t wake her. She would need her rest.
His other hand covered hers over his heart. He closed his eyes and stroked her fingers. The citrusy scent of her hair mingled with the musky scent of sex, and he wondered if he should tell her to air out the room before she let anyone in. Fuck them. It’s not as if they don’t know what we’ve been doing in here. Potter was downstairs with the Weasley girl at that very moment, probably starting a new branch on that already over-populated family tree. It disturbed him how much they looked like Lily and James.
Ever since the dream he’d had about Lily, he’d felt less haunted by her memory. When Granger had first come to him, he’d felt as though Evans were there afterward, disappointed by his perverse conquest of a student. He didn’t need a dead woman judging him, no matter how much he missed her.
Granger was the first thing that had dampened the rage inside him since Lily, and he didn’t want to dismiss the possibility of a second chance in life. He’d fucked many witches out of frustration, anger, desperation, and for simple distraction; but the frizzy-haired girl on his chest had awoken something in him that he thought had died long ago. The ability to feel something other than passing relief after shagging wasn’t something he could remember. Ever. Caring about another person was hard, and he’d forgotten that too. You had to listen to them and think about them. They invaded your fortress and made things uncomfortable. Unfamiliar.
He had turned on Lily. He hadn’t listened. It was his mistake, and he wasn’t going to do the same thing again. Anger and power didn’t keep you warm at night. He had spent his whole life pushing people away. It was necessary for survival. But survival is only a good plan when you have something to live for.
After the war he’d felt relieved to be free of both Voldemort and Dumbledore. His debt was paid. He hadn’t counted on the emptiness that followed. Life went on the same as usual, but he was different. The world continued to annoy him as it always had, and he was starting to wonder if he would always feel so miserable.
Granger had changed that. He was a part of something with her. Something alive. Something that could grow and change. At first he hadn’t liked the sensation of not knowing what was going to happen. The uncertainty. But the more nothing bad happened, the more he let go.
His life was in a free fall because of her, and he knew that the ground would rush up to meet him one day. But he’d decided to enjoy that trip until he splattered all over the ground. The feeling was worth holding onto, worth fighting for, even if it didn’t last forever.
He looked down at her curly head. He could continue to love Lily and be with Hermione. His feelings for the sleeping girl were strong, but it didn’t make him forget Lily. He wasn’t replacing one with the other. Lily had opened his heart, but Hermione had shocked it back to life. Revived him. Life was better with her in it.
Snape kissed the top of her head, waiting to make sure she was still breathing deeply. “I love you too,” he whispered.
Being asleep, she couldn’t hear him, but that was preferable. He wasn’t sure what he wanted it to mean. For the time being, he just wanted her around. Love was a dangerous thing. He was going to be careful with it. You never knew when it might explode in your face. Granger knew he wasn’t going to jump in with both feet. Snakes don’t jump. Or have feet. He’d watch and wait. See how things went. When the right time came, he’d sink his fangs into her and let her know he’d been lying in wait all along.
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Hermione kissed Severus goodbye at the door. He would be back that evening and would spend the night with her. It had been so nice to sleep in the same bed with him and wake up next to him in the morning and not have to sneak back to her room. There was no rush, and when they'd both woken up, he’d slithered down and licked her pussy. She’d returned the favor, sucking his cock until he came in her mouth. With nothing to hurry off to, she took her time, licking him clean (and then licking him some more, until he groaned and pushed her head away).
“I’ll miss you,” she said as he opened the front door.
“I’ll be back this evening.”
“I know. I’ll still miss you.”
He nodded. “I’ll probably be back around eight.”
“So late?”
He smirked. "Late? Since when is eight late?”
“That’s almost ten hours away.”
His smirk widened, and he kissed her forehead. “Are you going to beg me to take your arse tonight?” he whispered in her ear.
“Fat lot of good that did me last night,” she shot back with a daring grin. “You already told me you’re making me wait till Sunday.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear it.”
She laughed and pushed him out the door. “You’re making me mental."
The sun blinded him as he stood on the step. He took two steps down the sidewalk before she called out to him.
“Wait!”
Severus turned around, eyebrows raised at the sharp cry.
Hermione stood on her tiptoes at the edge of the concrete step, making herself a bit taller. “One more.”
He came back and gave her a small smile before tipping back her head and kissing her.
Hermione groaned as his tongue twisted around hers. When he pulled back, she didn’t let go of his shirt. “I love you,” she whispered up at him.
His smile returned, and he nodded. Her face said she was happy just to say it and wasn’t bothered that he stayed silent. After running his thumb along her lip one last time, he turned and left.
Hermione sighed, watching him go. We’ll see if you can deny my request tonight, Professor I-can-wait-till-Sunday. Mwahahahahaha!
“Hermione?” Ginny said from the open door.
Hermione’s evil inner-laugh died mid-ha.
“What are you doing?”
“Saying goodbye to Severus."
“He isn’t staying?”
“He’ll be back tonight.”
“Oh. Come have some breakfast with me.”
Hermione went to the kitchen with Ginny, looking around for something to eat. “Where’re the boys?" They didn’t have to look for food when Ron was around.
“Ron’s still asleep I think. Harry’s definitely still asleep. He didn’t even budge when I got out of bed.” Ginny went to the pantry and came back with some cereal.
Hermione got out the bowls. “So Ron actually left you two alone last night?"
Ginny grinned. “After I threatened him.”
“You didn’t get too crazy did you?”
“Not as crazy as you."
“That’s a pretty broad umbrella to fall under,” Hermione said with a blush. “Was it worth it?”
Ginny nodded happily then went to the door to make sure no one was coming. When she turned around, she gave Hermione a wicked smile. “I got him to spank me last night.”
Hermione covered her grin with one hand. The look on Ginny’s face was a hilarious combination of pride and embarrassment mixed with fierce determination. Imagining Harry spanking anyone made her laugh even harder. “How was it?”
Ginny made a face as though it were both heaven and hell. “Merlin’s balls! You know Harry. He was very clearly turned on by my suggestion, but it took me twenty minutes to finally talk him into to doing it. Then he barely tapped me. I told him to go ahead and do it harder, but of course he thought he was going to hurt me. I explained that was the point, but it took him a while to really hit me. Then as soon as I made a noise, he stopped, and I had to convince him I was fine and that I wanted him to do it again.”
“Did you like it?” It would be nice to have someone else in the house she could talk to about it.
“Yes! But it would have been better if I didn’t have to talk him through every step.”
“Maybe next time will go more smoothly. If he knows you really fancy it, he probably won’t be so hesitant.”
“Next time I’m tying him up and finding out how he likes it.”
Hermione’s eyes got wide. “You’re going to spank him?”
“Hell yes,” Ginny stated firmly. “I’m going to show him how hard I want it and, if he likes it, I’m going to—”
“What are you two up to?” Harry asked blearily, stumbling into the kitchen with Ron.
Hermione and Ginny looked at them and then each other, trying not to laugh. “Nothing,” they said at the same time.
“I’ll ask Kreacher to make breakfast,” Harry mumbled.
“Ask him for pancakes,” Ron said, perking up a little.
“M’kay." Harry headed for Kreacher's den.
Hermione leaned in close to Ginny and whispered, “What if he doesn’t like it?”
Ginny grinned at Harry’s arse. “Oh, he’ll like it. And when I tie him up, he’ll like that too.”
Hermione laughed.
“What’s so funny over there?” Ron asked, blinking sleepily.
“Nothing,” they both chimed.
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Hermione spent most of the day with Ron, distracting him from Harry and Ginny’s absence. She wanted to give them as much time together as she could. Ginny would have to go home soon. Whatever it was they were doing, it was very quiet. They had obviously remembered to put the Sound Shield on every surface of the room. Ron was “helping” her make brownies in the kitchen; he’d eaten half the batter before she got it in the oven. When she saw how little was left, she started a new batch. Ron could eat the the rest of the first try while she rescued the second.
“Ow, hot!” He hissed, yanking back his hand.
“Ron! I just took those out. What did you think they were doing in there, getting some shade? Give them at least ten minutes.”
“I like them hot,” he explained.
She shook her head. “It’s your tongue, do what you want. But if you can’t touch them, you probably shouldn’t try to put them in your mouth.”
“Yeah. I’ll give them a minute,” he said, sitting down at the table and staring at the pan as if that would cool them faster.
Leaving him to ponder the wonders of molten chocolate, she started measuring out a new cup of sugar. He was quiet for a long time then she heard him hiss again. I should put them in the refrigerator before he gives himself third-degree burns.
“Hermione?”
“I told you. Ten minutes.”
“It’s not about the brownies,” he said with a grin.
“Oh. What is it?” she asked, leveling off the cocoa powder.
“Were you happy with me when we went out?”
She looked up from the bowl. “I was very happy with you. It just wasn’t . . . you know . . . right.”
He nodded. “Snape and me are about as different as you can get. What do you see in him?”
Hermione sighed. “It’s complicated.”
“Try me.”
“It’s hard to explain in words. He makes me happy. Sure, he’s grouchy and sarcastic; but he’s also smart . . . and very sweet when no one’s around. I like that.”
“He’s certainly not sweet when people are around.”
She laughed and mixed up her dry ingredients. “No, but I guess I don’t need him to be. I like him the way he is.”
“He must be hung like a Hippogriff for you to put up with him.”
Hermione looked at him in shock. “Ron!”
“What? He’s not exactly brimming with charm. And with the way you were screaming yesterday, I have to assume that you’re with him for the sex.”
“Ron! I thought all this made you ill. And he is quite charming when we’re alone.”
“Are his trousers on or off when he’s charming?”
“That is none of your business!”
“Okay. I just can’t believe you’re happy with him. He isn’t just mean, Hermione, he’s dangerous. You do know no one made him join the Death Eaters. He did that by choice.”
She sighed. “He switched sides. You know he was working with Dumbledore. You do remember him helping us defeat Voldemort, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I also remember him making our lives a living hell. How can you just forgive him for all that?”
She sat down at the table with him. “The same way I forgive anyone else. Nobody’s perfect; everyone makes mistakes.” She held up her hand when he started to protest. “Yes, some mistakes are worse than others . . . and maybe sometimes they can’t be forgiven, but he seems different now. He smiles. And he laughs. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still angry and moody; but I like this new side of him. And not to scare you but, yes, the sex is really good; and it is one of the reasons I stay. But it’s not the only reason. I don’t know how long we’ll last, but I want to try.”
“And what if he hurts you?”
“I don’t think he will. I think he’s more afraid of me hurting him.”
“You?”
She smiled. "Yeah. Me. I don’t think a lot of people have shown him affection in his life. He doesn’t quite know how to react, but he’s getting used to it. I think he keeps people at a distance so he doesn’t ever get hurt again.”
“Are you trying to make me feel sorry for Snape?”
“No, I’m just asking you to look at it from another perspective. And maybe give him a chance.”
Ron sighed and touched the top of the brownies. When it didn’t singe him, he poked harder until the insides burned his finger. Jamming his finger into his mouth, he sucked the red spot. “Still needs a few minutes.”
With a small smirk, she nodded.
“So you really want to stay with him?” he asked skeptically.
“Yes.”
Ron sighed as though she were beyond reason. “Okay. I still think he's a greasy, evil wanker; but if that’s what you want, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
Hermione smiled. “He apologized yesterday; that wasn’t evil.”
Ron smiled too, cherishing the memory. “I still can’t believe you got him to do that.”
“I’m a bit surprised myself. But he did it for me. He cares about me.”
Ron studied her for several seconds then nodded. “Maybe.”
There was a green roar from the fireplace, and they both turned to see Mrs. Weasley’s head in the emerald flames.
Molly smiled. “Oh good, you're here. Hermione dear, how are you? Have you gotten everything unpacked?”
“No, Mrs. Weasley, we haven’t. Ginny’s up there right now sorting through my books. Remus and Tonks came over last night with Teddy, and we spent all night playing with him. We didn’t get a thing done. Of course we spent the rest of the night talking and getting absolutely nowhere. The room is a bigger wreck than when we started.”
Molly laughed. She seemed relieved that Tonks and Lupin had been there.
“You don’t mind if she stays over one more night, do you?” Hermione asked hopefully. “We were planning on rearranging the room, and I’ve still got all those books to put away.”
“I guess that sounds all right, dear. Are you all eating enough? How’s Harry? Where is Harry?”
“He’s fine, Mum,” Ron assured her. “He’s at the store buying a cake to welcome me and Hermione to our new home.”
Hermione gave him an impressed glance.
“How sweet. Fred and George might come to visit you. They were here this morning and said they planned to stop by and see if you needed anything.”
“We’ll keep an eye out for them,” Ron said.
“All right, dear. Be good.”
“Thanks for lending me Ginny, Mrs Weasley." Hermione smiled sweetly.
“Of course, dear. Tell her I’ll see her tomorrow. Floo me if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Mum,” Ron answered.
Molly’s head disappeared in a sooty whoosh.
Ron shook his head at her. “Rearranging the furniture, huh?”
Hey, the bed moved. She raised an eyebrow at him. “I owe Ginny. It’s the least I can do. What about you, ‘Harry’s out buying a cake’?”
Ron shrugged. “I’m glad Ginny’s with Harry. It could be a lot worse. At least I know he's treating her right. She could be dating a Slytherin. Or worse.”
“Worse?”
“A Malfoy.”
Hermione laughed until she had tears in her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Ginny would tear Draco apart.”
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When Ginny came down a couple of hours later, Hermione told her the good news.
“You’re a miracle worker,” Ginny said in amazement.
“Give some credit to Ron. He was in on it too.”
Ginny looked at Ron, who was by the counter eyeing the new dish of brownies. “How brotherly. Helping his sister get a good shag.”
Hermione laughed. “Don’t rub it in his face.”
“I only do that to Harry,” Ginny quipped.
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Fred and George showed up just after they’d finished dinner.
Ron led them into the living room where Ginny was sitting in Harry’s lap in a cozy chair in the corner.
“What’s going on in here?” Fred shouted.
Harry looked startled, but then George started laughing.
“We come to lend a helping hand and find our sister sitting on the host. This isn’t how he’s making you earn your supper is it, Ginny?”
“Come to spy for Mum, have you?” Ginny shot back.
Fred slapped one hand over his heart and staggered as if he’d been shot. “Spy for Mum? I didn't know the death blow would come from my own sister.”
George caught him and shoved him back toward the sofa. “Don’t insult us, Ginny. Unlike our sister we do have some familial honor.”
“Oi!” Ginny glared. “I’ve been very honorable. Haven’t I, Harry?”
Harry looked speechless for a second then smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
Ginny gave him a conspiratorial look, but Hermione could see her trying not to laugh.
“See?" Ginny said with a twitching smile. “Compared to you two, I’m a saint.”
George grinned. “We like to set the bar low."
“Set it low?” Fred asked George. “I thought we’d done away with it years ago.”
George laughed. "No, no. I keep it around. Somewhere. For company.”
“Hermione!” Fred said, spotting her in the other chair. “Haven’t seen you in ages. I’m glad there’s someone to keep the moral scale balanced in this house.”
Hermione heard Ron mutter, “don’t count on it," as she got up and hugged Fred. George hugged her next, lingering just a little longer than necessary and kissing her on the cheek.
He smirked down at her. "Don’t you look well? Keeping this lot in line, are you?”
Hermione glanced back at Ron and Harry. “Um . . .” George pulled her down on the sofa between him and Fred, his arm resting along the back near her shoulders.
“By the way, Ron,” George said, grinning at his brother, “we set you up with Ingrid for a date on Tuesday. You better not embarrass us. We told her you were a suave and daring war hero who needed daily sponge baths for his wounds.”
Ron went very red. “That’s . . . good. Thanks.”
“Think nothing of it,” Fred replied. “After George’s disastrous date with her, she’ll be easy to impress.”
“Disastrous date?” Ginny asked. “I told you not to be yourself for at least the first two weeks.”
George smiled. “I’ll have you know, I was a perfect gentleman. It wasn’t my fault the restaurant served her bad clams, and she got food poisoning.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “That poor girl. Did you get her to Saint Mungo’s?”
“Oh yeah. He did,” Fred said, trying not to laugh. “But not before she covered him in a nice white wine marinade of sick. He smelled like the drunks at the dock when he got home.”
“She said she didn’t blame me for it, but she could never eat with me again,” George told Hermione. “Alas, another date lost to projectile vomiting.”
Hermione hoped he was kidding.
“We’re lucky she agreed to stay on at the shop,” Fred added. “For a week, she dry-heaved whenever she saw him.”
“How about you, Hermione?” George asked with a sly grin. “Fancy taking a chance on dinner with me? I promise not to take you to The Wharf. Fool me once, shame on me.”
“Fool you three times, and it’s seems like maybe you’d find a new place to take your dates,” Fred finished.
“What do you say, Hermione? I’ve got sick bags in my robes if you start to feel queazy.”
“I can’t.”
“Ouch." Fred hissed through his teeth. “Not even a maybe. I told you she’s too smart to fall for your tainted meat.”
George grinned at his brother. "Fuck off. She said she can’t, not she won’t. I can work with that.”
“I’m seeing someone,” she explained before George got his hopes up.
The twins gave her matching surprised looks. “You are?” they both said at the same time.
“Yes.”
Fred leered. "Anyone we know?”
“I should say so,” said a silky voice from the doorway.
“Severus!” Hermione smiled and bounded off the couch to him.
“Severus?” Fred and George repeated, looking at each other.
Hermione squeezed him round the middle. "You’re early.”
“Or just in time,” Snape drawled, eyeing George.
Fred grinned at Ron and Harry. "I don’t get it. What’s the punch line?”
Ginny snorted and answered, “It’s not a joke.”
“Come on,” George said, starting to laugh. “That’s the most elaborate prank I’ve seen in years. How did you get Snape to agree to it? Bloody hell, you got us good.”
Harry was starting to snicker; Ron just shook his head.
Snape wrapped one arm around her shoulders and whispered, “Should we leave the Sound Shield down to convince them?”
“No!” she said, smiling. "They’ll figure it out. Come on, I have something for you.”
“I have something for you as well,” he purred.
Hermione shivered and called over her shoulder, “‘Night, everybody.”
Ginny, Ron, and Harry all said, “G’night," and watched her drag Severus toward the stairs.
“Good night, Professor!” Fred called sarcastically after them.
When Hermione didn’t reappear, George got up and went to the door to look for her. “Where’d they go?”
Ginny sighed and said very slowly, “To bed.”
“No, really,” Fred countered.
“Really," Ron answered.
“If you don’t believe us, ask Tonks and Lupin what they heard yesterday,” Harry said.
George sat down in the chair by the door, looking flabbergasted. “What did they hear?”
Harry smirked at Ginny, who grinned back and answered, “That’s hard to say. Hermione wasn’t making much sense until she screamed Snape’s name.”
“Nuh uh,” Fred said, his smile dying on his lips.
“Uh huh,” Ginny assured him. “But mostly we were worried they were going to break the bed. Or the wall.”
“Hermione and Snape?” George said, as if he hoped that the others were confused about whom they were discussing.
Harry smirked and nodded. “Wait’ll you hear what else happened.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Snape picked up a small valise by the stairs as they headed up.
“Did you bring your pajamas?” she teased.
“Just a couple changes of clothes and some things I thought you might like.” He saw her nervous expression and smirked. “I get the impression my gifts make you apprehensive.”
“Maybe a little,” she said, eyeing the bag warily. It wasn’t big, which eased her mind somewhat.
“What do you have in store for me tonight, pet? I’ve already showered and eaten, so I’m yours for the evening.”
Hermione smiled as they approached the door. She blocked his way, wanting to change first. “Give me five minutes, okay?”
He rolled his eyes. “Very well, but I’m coming in whether you’re ready or not.”
“I’ll call you as soon as I’m ready.”
“Fine. Hurry.”
Hermione dashed in and closed the door in his face, smiling at his glare. She’d hidden her new knickers in the bureau before he could see them. She got them out along with a t-shirt she’d found while packing up her room. She’d been debating whether the shirt was a good idea or if she should just go topless, but she decided it added some mystery; it might be good to make him work for it (or anything).
Tearing off her shirt and bra, she pulled the white t-shirt over her head. It was a tight fit. She’d bought it about five years before at a secondhand shop, and it had been snug even then. There were very faint letters, barely visible, across the front. She didn’t know for sure what songs the Ramones sang, but she’d slept in that particular bit of memorabilia for several years. The cotton was worn to almost nothing, and she could clearly see her areola through the material.
Shoving off her jeans and knickers, she pulled on her new knickers and turned around to look at her bum in the mirror. Nothing fancy from the front, the knickers were white cotton with a small red heart over her hip bone; but across the seat in scarlet letters was scrawled “Spank Me."
Quickly tying up her hair in bunches, she climbed onto the bed and faced the door, getting into position with her hands on her head, knees spread. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Snape came in and raised one eyebrow at her; he set the valise on the chair without looking away. His wand flicked around the room, and all the candles lit. It wasn’t really dark outside yet, but he didn’t want to miss anything. Moving in closer, he ran his eyes over her stiff nipples. The shirt she was wearing left little to the imagination. If it were any thinner, he’d be able to see her pores through it. He actually liked the white knickers, and he vowed to make the gusset transparent before he took them off her. “This is a new look for you, Miss Granger. Downright virginal compared to what you usually choose.”
She had no intention of pointing out that he hadn’t seen the best part yet. He’d see it sooner or later. Snape finally looked away and opened his case, pulling out a couple pairs of trousers and some shirts and boxers. She was worried to see how deeply his hand went into the bag. It was magically expanded inside; he might have anything in there. After he put his extra clothes in the dresser with hers, he went back to his bag and pulled out a jar.
“I thought you might prefer lube to saliva,” he commented and set it on the nightstand.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Are you wearing your plug?”
“No.”
“Where is it?”
She nodded towards the dresser. “In my underwear drawer.”
“Well, it should feel at home there,” he said, opening the drawer and finding it. He set the plug on the nightstand next to the lube. “I think it’s time we enlarged it again, don’t you?”
Hermione swallowed hard. “How much bigger are you going to make it?”
“Just a touch. It’s nowhere near as wide as my cock, and you take that just fine.”
“That’s different. The plug is hard.”
“And my cock isn’t?”
“Well, of course, but it has some give to it. Plus I wear the plug longer, and I have to walk around. I already feel as though I’ve got a candle shoved up my bum.”
He smirked. “We’ll take it nice and slow.” You’ll be begging for it.
“Okay,” she said, wiggling around so her toes wouldn’t go to sleep.
Snape went back to his bag and felt around for a few seconds. Cold metal touched his fingers, and he pulled out her clamps.
“I thought you might be missing these,” he said, jingling them around in his palm.
Hermione had a love/hate relationship with the clamps. She loved them as long as he didn't make them too tight. “Thank you. I think.”
“You think?” he asked. “You didn’t want me to take them off last time.”
“Yes, well, they felt good then. But when you make them tighter, I hate it.”
“I see. Well, I only brought one other item for you. I hope you respond to it more favorably.”
Hermione froze when he pulled out a wooden hairbrush. It wasn’t big, but she knew better than to believe that that meant anything. It looked just as bad as his little paddle. Except with bristles. Snape twirled the handle through his fingers as he came closer to her. Hermione tried not to squirm as he stood right next to her.
“You’re to keep this visible on the dresser at all times, understood?”
She nodded.
“Would you like to test it now?”
Her eyes widened a little. She did not want to test it out, but if she said yes, he would have to read her knickers. “I’m scared.”
“Why? You haven’t done anything wrong. Have you?”
“No, sir.”
“Then let’s see if I can’t make you like it.”
Slowly, she nodded.
“That’s my good girl.” He slapped his palm with the back of the brush, and she jumped like a spooked horse. Snape grinned and rubbed the wood over the top of her leg. “You will beg me for it tonight. And I will enjoy hearing it.”
He flipped over the brush and ran the stiff bristles lightly over her crotch. Hermione’s eyes went even wider, and she forced herself not to squirm.
Snape’s lips twitched at her attempted restraint. “Is that how you want to play it?” he asked cooly, running one corner of the brush up her torso until he was all the way under her chin, tipping her face to his. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice.”
“Did you put up the silencing charm?” she asked quietly.
He slowly shook his head. “No. I’ll do it now—give you some time to think about your answer.”
He sauntered around the room, lazily flicking his wand at each wall; then he met her eye and did the floor and the ceiling. “All done. No one will hear your pleas for more. Now, are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to show you how much the hairbrush can hurt?”
Her insides were shaking even more than her arms. “I’m your good girl,” she whispered with a tremor. “Tell me what to do.”
He let out a ragged exhale. “Get over the edge of the bed.”
Hermione stiffly got out of position and slipped down the edge of the bed, keeping watch over her shoulder for his reaction to her knickers.
Severus raised one eyebrow as her bum came into view. He had to bite back his laugh. All that cajoling and her underwear was doing the begging for her. “Are these the knickers of which you wrote?”
“Yes, sir.”
His finger traced over the letters. “Trust you to buy underwear that involves reading.”
She smiled.
“Honesty in advertising is so rare. Would you like me to warm you up with my hand first?”
Sighing in relief, she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Count for me, pet.” I want to know when you can’t think anymore.
He moved to the her left side, smoothing out her knickers before starting. She sighed with the first slap, and he gave her ten more easy ones before starting to get harder. When she got to fifteen, he could hear her wincing with each word. The speed stayed slow, but he kept building on the strength with each swat. Her cheeks bounced, hot and red, as she started to wiggle.
“Twenty-four.”
Slap!
“Twenty-five.”
Slap!
The strain in her voice got tighter as she got louder. Her dancing amused him, but it was a bad habit. “If you can’t stay still, get on your toes and spread you legs.”
Her stomach flipped. How can I stay still with you saying things like that? She popped up onto her toes and stepped her feet apart.
“Wider.”
Her feet went further apart.
“Better. Now keep your feet on the floor.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked and started in again.
Slap!
“THIRTY-EIGHT!”
Slap!
“Thirty-nine!”
Slap!
She groaned. “Forty!”
Snape's cock twitched hard against his zip as she started to moan with every hit. It took her longer and longer to say the number, and when she got to fifty-five, he had to remind her to say anything at all. “I don’t hear you counting, Miss Granger.”
“Um . . . fifty-four? No, fifty-five.”
“Are you certain? We can start over if you’re unsure.”
“No! I’m sure. Fifty-five.”
He went on. Even though she kept her feet on the floor, her hips were getting violent. Her hand flew back to cover herself at sixty-one, and she started to cry into the quilt. He slid his fingers around her wrist and held her arm to her lower back.
“Keep your hands away,” he murmured, pressing his erection to her hip. “Just a few more then we’ll take a break.”
Her fingers gripped his forearm as he pinned her wrist. When he started again, his own breathing sounded as labored as hers. The hits weren’t as hard as before, but they still made her shout.
“Sixty-two!”
Slap!
“Six-ty-three!” she stuttered, squeezing his arm tighter.
Slap!
She moaned and wiggled for a while before she said, “Sixty-four.”
Slap!
Hermione went limp, crying as she attempted to say sixty-five. All that came out was “six.”
He pulled her knickers into the crack of her bum, checking to see how red her backside was. Her arse looked lovely. Scorched, but lovely. Running his fingertips over it, he purred down at her, “Beautiful. You did very well, love.” He let go of her hand and held onto her hips, bending to kiss her stinging flesh. “I think it’s time for a reward.”
He slipped one hand over her pussy, gently rubbing her through her knickers. It felt like a sauna between her legs. She slowly stopped crying and started arching her back to offer him more.
"I can feel how wet you are, love. Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“I can’t give it to you until you’ve had the hairbrush. Are you ready for it now?”
Hermione took a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. I’ll only give you twenty to start with.” He pulled her knickers back into place and rubbed the brush over the cotton seat. “You don’t have to count.”
There was a hollow sounding pop of wood on flesh, and she jumped a little.
“One.”
“I said you don’t have to count, love.”
“I can’t stop.”
He smirked and nodded. “All right.”
Pop.
“Two.”
Snape applied the next eight hard enough to sting but not so hard that she cried.
“Ten.”
“Would you like to try it a bit harder?” he asked quietly.
Now that she wasn’t so scared, she wanted to see how much she could take. “Yes, sir.”
His smirk returned. “That’s my girl.”
Pop!
“Eleven!”
Pop!
“Twelve!”
The wood burned into her bum as if it were heated. The sting made her eyes water, but she wasn’t pulling away. He moved around, evenly covering all of her bottom. Some spots hurt more than others, but it always left behind the same tender block of heat. Her knickers absorbed some of the sting.
Pop!
“Eighteen!”
Pop!
“Nineteen!”
Pop!
“Twenty!” She slumped against the bed and let the tension drain from her belly. His hand was back between her legs, his nails lightly scratching over her panties, making her shiver and buck.
“How was that, love?”
“It stings . . . and it’s hot.”
He grinned. “Do you mean temperature-wise or sexually?”
“Temperature. My bum’s on fire.”
Severus chuckled. “I haven’t even taken down your knickers yet. I think you’ll like the feeling on your bare skin.” His finger drew a line over her dampening slit to prove his point.
“There’s going to be more?” she groaned.
He pressed the brush’s flat back between her spread legs and rubbed her vulva with the glossed wood. She made a small sound, experimentally circling her hips. He let her grind against it for a minute before pulling away. There was a sad whimper, which turned into a gasp as he pulled her knickers up between her cheeks again. She danced on her toes until he dialed back the tension. Severus petted her rump with the wood, warning her that the next round was starting.
Pop!
Her buttocks twitched, and she let out a weak moan. “Twenty-one.”
He went faster. When she got to thirty, he gathered the back of her knickers in his fist again and pulled them tight. Her resulting moan made his dick throb. Her cheeks were going brick red in some places; he didn’t want to bruise her. Just ten more, and we’ll see how her knickers are holding up.
Pop!
“Thirty-one!”
Pop!
“Thirty-two!”
He rubbed her bum with the brush, making her wait for the next one. Her groan sounded anxious.
Pop!
“Thirty-three!”
The glossed wood rubbed away the sting, and her pussy started to drool. Dammit! Stop teasing. The brush slipped sideways between her thighs, and she felt the warmed wood on one thigh and the boar bristles grazing the other.
Pop!
“Thirty-four!”
The bristles scratched lightly over her burning skin, making her jump.
He flipped it around. Pop!
“Aaa! Thirty-five!”
The brush was rubbing away the sting again, and she let out a whimper.
Pop!
“Thirty-six.”
Back between her legs. Oh God. I can’t take any more of this. Either spank me or make me come! “Please!”
Pop!
She sighed. “Thirty-seven.”
The brush patted her vulva as if it were impatiently waiting for her to do something.
Pop!
Heat in her seat. She ground her clit into her straining knickers. “Thirty-eight. Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“Not until we get to forty.”
“Then please hit me. Get it over with.”
“But you’re enjoying it so much,” he said, patting her rump.
Her back arched and curled against the soft tapping. “Please!”
“You know what I want to hear.”
She tried to hump the edge of the bed. “Please paddle my bum with the hairbrush, sir!”
He smiled. “Very good."
Pop!
“Oh God! Thirty-eight!”
Snape bit his lip and kept the correction to himself. Teasing her slit with the edge, he watched her hips churn. Dance for me, pet.
“Please, sir. I need it!”
Yes, you do.
Pop!
“Thirty-nine. Thank you!”
He smiled broadly; it felt foreign but not wrong. “Do you like your new brush, pet?” He pulled the bristles gently over her pussy.
“Yes, sir!”
“Good. Remember that in the future. I don’t give gifts to just anyone.”
Hermione rolled her face in the quilt, digging her fingers into the slightly musty fabric. “Thank you for thinking of me, sir. Please give me my last hit.”
“I think the last one should be hard, don’t you? I want to make sure you know what you’re in for if you disobey me.”
She could take one hard one. “Yes, sir. Please.”
The brush tapped against her a few times and then she heard a soft whoosh of movement.
Thwack!
The impact made her shout then a blinding wave of heat burned through her cheek. “Ow-w!” She hissed, her hand shooting back to her flaming skin. “Forty. Ow!”
He let her rub while he went to get her plug and the jar of lube. When he got back, he set it all on the bed. “Take away your hand. Let me see.”
Hermione groaned softly as he pushed away her fingers so he could look. His fingertips felt like lines of fire over her skin. Her bum had a fever.
“That’s it,” he muttered, stroking her darkening skin. “That might be sore tomorrow. You’re not planning on being disobedient any time soon, are you?”
“No, sir.” Never!
“That little hairbrush can do a lot of damage if it has to.”
“I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I know you will, pet. You like being my good girl. You’re not a troublemaker. Do you have a thank you for me?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“For?”
“For my new present?”
“And for the paddling?” he suggested.
“Oh, yes, sir. Thank you for spanking me.”
“You’re welcome, pet. Are you ready to make your plug a bit wider? We want to keep you stretched.”
Oh bollocks! “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Spread you legs for me again.”
He straightened out her knickers then pulled them just below her glowing cheeks. Letting her watch, he tapped the end of the plug twice, and it visibly grew. Her eyes got wider; she didn’t blink as he unscrewed the jar and dipped one finger inside.
Her plug looked as if it had lungs and had just taken a nice inhale. It wasn’t that much bigger, but it seemed the snake head was laughing at her. The cold feel of lube being smeared over her hole was a blessed contrast to the heat in her bum. One finger teased her back entrance, and she let out a small strangled noise of encouragement. He went too slowly, lubing her inner walls at a snail’s pace. She tried to shove her hips back to make him go faster, but he just let his hand go slack and there was nothing to push against.
“For someone who was so worried about her plug being too big, you seem awfully eager for it now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How wet is your pussy? Are you ready to come?”
“Oh gods, sir, I’m very wet. Please hurry.”
He chuckled. “I’ll let you come after your plug is in.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Smirking, Snape lubed her plug then pressed the tapered end to her puckered hole. As soon as he started to apply pressure, she whimpered and tried to hump the bed again. There’s my sweet angel. “Try and stay still, love. Relax.”
Hermione did her best to not move, but she was leaking a river. He kept fucking her hole with the plug, easing it in and out until she was ready to tear out her hair. There was a slight burn as the widest part stretched her; she went still, panting through the feeling. It slid inside and the burning died, leaving behind only the blunt sensation of fullness.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Big.”
Snape snickered. “Stand up and come over here where I can see your knickers." He smoothed them back into place over her crimson bum.
Hermione pushed up from the bed, feeling every new angle inside and out. Her knickers burned her cheeks, and the plug shifted around inside her, pressing her rectum like a tiny fist. Gingerly, she made her way over to where he was sitting in the chair. His eyes were glued to the front of her knickers, and she knew he could see the wet spot darkening the fabric.
Severus turned up his palm and cupped her damp crotch, manipulating her lips through the material. Sitting back, he spread his legs wider. “Show me how you’ve been making yourself come. Sit on my knee. Rub your pussy against my thigh.”
Hermione’s face reddened, but the desire to climax overrode the embarrassment. Straddling his leg, she hissed as the plug pressed deeper. With one hand on the arm of the chair and one on his chest, she leaned forward and rocked her clit against his thigh. It was perfect. “I’m going to come, sir.”
“Right now?”
She nodded. “Pretty soon.”
“Lift up your shirt. I want to see everything.”
Hermione didn’t stop grinding as she pulled her t-shirt above her breasts. The room felt extremely airy without that thin layer.
Severus estimated about two minutes until she came. Her nipples were going stiff, and the musky scent of pussy floated through the air. “I can smell you, love. I’m going to lick you clean when you’re done. But first I want to see how wet those knickers can get.”
Hermione was gone. She heard him whispering about wet knickers, and she was coming, her body shaking with pleasure. A guttural groan slipped from her slack mouth. She couldn’t stop it. His eyes kept burning into her, recording every tick and convulsion. It made her far less embarrassed once she saw the lust behind that ebony stare.
“That might be a new record, love.” Snape reached out and drew his finger over one tight nipple. “I don’t think you made it thirty seconds.”
Hermione smiled, climbing all the way into his lap and resting her soaked gusset against the bulge in his trousers. “Yes, sir. Are you really going to lick my pussy now?”
A dark chuckle rose from his chest. “Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes, sir. And your cock.”
“First get on the bed and show me how wet your knickers are.”
She nodded happily and went to the bed. Once she was on her back, she spread her legs for his viewing pleasure. Snape could see the huge wet spot from where he sat. The white cotton clung to her lips, highlighting the dark cleft of her sex. His hand went to his cock and squeezed it back into submission then he went in for a closer look.
“Bloody hell, love,” he muttered.
He ran one finger over the damp material, and she wiggled her hips for more. He eased her panties over her hips and rolled them off, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside. The smell of her pussy teased his nostrils. Shoving her back along the quilt, he leaned down and spread open her lips. Cream coated every last inch. Draco’s right, it does look like icing. He buried his face in her muff, slurping at her entrance, licking her folds clean.
“Oh gods!” Hermione shouted with a hard jerk. Her clit was screaming. “Severus! Fuck! Slow down.”
He growled and shoved his tongue up her twat, brushing his nose over her clit. Her hands were in his hair, and she pushed away his head even as her hips pressed closer. He burrowed in deeper, getting everything he could. His cock was struggling against his fly, and he shoved one hand down to unzip his trousers. The extra room gave him some respite, but the bed was out to rub him raw.
When he’d sucked all the cream from her center, he leaned back and surveyed his work. “Now we can start all over and see how wet you can get again.”
“I want to suck your cock."
“Hm. I don’t think that’s a good idea at this point. Later. When I need it.”
Hermione growled, her plans thwarted. “Will you bugger me?”
Grinning, Severus climbed up to kiss her. “I told you, tomorrow.”
Another low growl. “Please.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Can I at least take off your clothes?”
One side of his mouth curled up. “If you like.”
Her hands were already unbuttoning his shirt before he finished the sentence. “You know very well I like.”
His lips touched hers again. “Don’t be in such a hurry. We’ve got all night.”
“I can’t help it. I want you.” Her progress with his shirt dead-ended at his belt. She lost her grip on the slick leather when his tongue pushed past her lips and started fucking her mouth. Her squeal was muffled by his kiss; she dug her fingers into his hips and jerked him closer.
When he ran out of air, he let her rest, going for her neck so she could finish undressing him. Her shaking fingers finally got his trousers open, and he grunted when she started to rub him through his shorts.
“Stop that,” he groaned. “Just take them off.” He was starting to get friction burn.
Hermione got his clothes below his bum and used her feet to shove it all down to his ankles. Severus toed off his shoes and kicked his trousers onto the floor. One sock was stuck on his foot, and he finally had to tear it off with the help of the bed and his other foot.
“Take off that blasted shirt,” he growled. “It’s not doing you any good like that.”
Hermione wiggled it off and cast it aside while he sat up and pulled off his own shirt. He was gloriously naked when he pressed his chest to to hers, and she wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up and down his bare back. His hips circled into her, and she moaned over his shoulder as he ground his manhood into her core. She couldn’t stay still after all that. Her fingers dug into his bum and held him hostage as she bucked beneath him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he said, pulling her hands off his arse and pinning them next to her head. “Do I need to tie you down, or will you be good?”
“Tie me down!”
Severus snickered into her neck. “Have it your way."
Holding out a hand, he summoned his wand. With one quick flick, her hands shot towards the bed posts. Another flick made her ropes visible. She seemed to enjoy that, squirming and staring at the ropes as if they were candy. “Shall I do your legs too?”
He wasn’t expecting an answer; his wand was already giving a lazy flick to pull her legs back toward her hands. Severus bit back a laugh as she tested the ropes. After twisting the snake’s head so it was properly aligned up and down, he ran his wand tip along the back of her thigh, smirking when her leg jumped. “Is this what you had in mind, pet?”
“Um . . . not quite. But I like it anyway.”
His mouth curled up. “It’s a very becoming look on you.”
Hermione blushed and bit her lip. She knew he was teasing her, but she knew he meant it too. “Thank you, sir. I was hoping you’d like it.”
“It’s nice, but it’s missing something.”
“What?”
“The proper accessaries.” He summoned the clamps and adjusted the tension, taking his time as she watched and worried. “Aren’t you going to beg me for these as well? Or are you partial to the hairbrush now?”
“I don’t know if I want them or not.”
“That’s a pity. Had you asked nicely, I would have taken out your plug and given your arse a nice tongue-bath.” He wanted to teach her a lesson about taking whatever he gave her.
“May I please have the clamps, sir?”
“No, no,” he said, chuckling. “You missed your chance. I think these will have to be a little bit tighter, and I think we’ll practice asking willingly for the pleasure I offer. And thanking me for things before I suggest it.”
Damn. “I’m sorry, sir. I do want what you give me.”
“Good. Let’s hear you beg.”
Swallowing hard, she licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Please clamp my nipples, sir. I need it. I need to prove I’m your good girl.”
He raised one eyebrow. “That was very nice.”
She gasped as he opened one clamp and placed it to her nipple. He didn’t let it close, he just watched her face and waited.
“Please, sir. I want it. I want whatever you give me.”
Smiling, he gently let it close. The clamps were tighter than she liked, but she took a deep breath and tried to breathe through the pinch. It wasn’t unbearable; she wasn’t crying or anything. “Thank you, sir.”
Severus smiled. “That was excellent, pet. Are you ready for the other one?”
“Yes, sir.”
The other jaw closed around her free nipple, and she sucked in her breath. The pain in the first side had already started to dull, but having the other one clamped made it harder to maintain her composure.
“Thank you, sir,” she said through clenched teeth.
“You’re being a very good girl now. Should I reward your good behavior?”
“Please, sir. I want whatever you want give me.”
Smiling again, he nodded. “You’re getting better at this, love. Such a fast learner.” Sliding down to her pussy, he started to lick her again.
She let out a long, low moan, torn between the pain and pleasure. “Oh God, sir. Thank you.”
He grinned into her folds. So sweet. So ready to be mine. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and pumped her g-spot in time with his licking. He didn’t know if it was because she was restrained or if it was the added excitement from the clamps, but she was progressing rapidly. The sloshy sound behind her front wall was already quite loud. With only a small leak as warning, she started to squirt, her back arching like a bow. She shouted his name but lost her ability to speak halfway through; it morphed to long “unnnnnh” as the liquid ran from her body.
Hermione lay panting in surprise and satisfaction as she came down. Just like before, her orgasm had snuck up on her, rolling through with surprising speed. Her nipples were killing her, but her climax seemed have drained some of their steam.
Severus didn’t try to lick up this offering. He wanted to hear her while they fucked. Pushing up, he knelt at her shrine. When he tapped his cock in her fount, she said his name. He couldn’t look away from the wet shine that coated his knob, sanctifying himself in her watery release. When he pressed in the tip, she growled out a moan and started testifying.
“Oh God!”
Severus smirked and gently gave her a couple thrusts. Her opening was swollen from her orgasms, and he could feel the plug pressing through her wall. It kept catching on his head, making her tight opening feel like a ridgy fist. He knew he was just driving himself crazy, but he couldn’t stop repeatedly pushing past that clenching barrel. She was staring at him as if she’d never seen him before.
“What?” he asked.
Hermione smiled. She knew her staring made him uncomfortable, but the way he’d looked at her when she humped his leg made her stomach feel as if it were being wrung dry; she wanted to see that look in his eye again. “I just fancy watching you.”
He shook his head, going a little deeper. “I’m not an attractive man. I prefer reality. In this bed, you’re the one worth watching.”
“Thank you, Severus, but you are the sexiest man I know.”
“You don’t know a lot of men.”
“I know plenty. No one else makes me wet with a single look.”
“That says more about your pussy than my appearance.”
“Look at me, Severus. I love your eyes.”
It was clear she wasn’t lying; he didn’t know how to respond.
“I love your mouth, especially when you smile.”
“My teeth are crooked.”
She smiled wider. “I don’t care. I love your nose too.”
“Especially when it’s rubbing your clit?”
Hermione laughed. “Definitely. But I like the way your nostrils flare when you’re turned on too.”
“What’s brought on this sudden love-fest?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad,” she answered, trying not to laugh. “I like looking at you, and I don’t want you to think I’m just using a line to get on your good side.”
“I don’t have a good side.”
“Yes you do. Don’t look away.”
“I’m not. I’m just checking on your pussy.”
“It’s still there.”
He smirked. “I’m well aware. It’s trying to squeeze off my cock.”
His shoulders flexed in opposition to his hips. The sharp line of his muscles under his pale skin made her want to lick him. “Will you kiss me?”
Lowering his face to hers, he touched their lips together, tracing the seam of her mouth with his tongue. Her moan was wonderful, vibrating against him. He wanted to hear her make that noise over and over. His chest bumped into her clamps, and he growled at their intrusion. Reluctantly pulling away from her warm mouth, he leaned onto one hand so he could unclamp her. Casting the clamps aside, Severus settled into a better position, scooping his arms under her and bracing her shoulders with his hands. She was going to get fucked into the headboard if he didn’t hold her in place.
Hermione sighed happily as he picked up right where he’d left off kissing her. It was driving her mad that she couldn’t touch him. Shoving her tongue in his mouth was as close to touching as she could currently get. The more they kissed, the faster he fucked; she wanted to encourage both. Her pussy was starting to rev up again.
Severus had to get more air. He would have been fine if they’d just been kissing, but with the added work of thrusting, he was getting out of breath. Panting into her shoulder, he felt his balls tighten. Slow down. She’ll come again soon. Just a little longer.
“Will you untie me?” Hermione whispered into his ear.
Picking up his head, he looked in her eyes. “Why? Are you hurt?”
“No, I just want to touch you.”
He smirked. “No, pet, I want your hands where I can see them. It’s much less distracting this way.”
“I want to touch you so much. Please?”
He shook his head and kissed her neck. “No. I know you like this—having your legs spread for me, seeing the ropes around your wrists. I could do anything I wanted, and you’d just have to lie there and take it. That’s why you like it. You don’t have to think; I can have my way with you.”
Her stomach kept tightening as her pussy coiled to a knot. “You always have your way with me.”
Snape bit back a laugh. “That’s because you love it so much.”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed.
“Are you going to spend the day with me tomorrow?” he purred, kissing a line down her throat.
“Yes, sir. And you’ll fuck my bum, right?”
He chuckled against her neck. “In good time.”
“Do you want me to sleep at your house?”
Sweet Circe, yes. In my bed. Your scent all over my sheets. “We won’t be sleeping.”
Hermione shivered and tried to kiss his shoulder. It was hard to do with him moving and her hands restrained. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Mmm,” he hummed, sucking at her pulse. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“It won’t hurt too much, will it?”
“Not unless you want it to.”
“Please. I’m getting close.”
His hips whipped faster, his pelvis tapping her clit with every thrust.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop!”
As if I could. Her body got more and more tense as the minutes passed; his bollocks were trying to crawl into his body. Snape kept whispering in her ear, but it was getting difficult to talk. When her legs started to shake, he sighed in relief, knowing she was on the brink.
“There you are,” he purred. “Let me feel that pussy. Make me come, love. I want my seed deep inside you.”
Her jaw dropped as the spasms rocked her body. She could only manage a small gasp of pleasure as she strained against the ropes. He was growling in her ear, and she knew he was coming. His body felt like a barely concealed inferno as he jerked even deeper; she was going to melt.
They both lay there panting for a couple minutes until Severus had enough brainpower to release her bonds. The ropes disappeared, and she slowly wrapped her arms around him, dropping her legs.
“Can we do it again?” she panted with a smile.
“Eventually.”
“Tonight?”
He nodded. “Let me rest first.”
“Do you want something to eat?”
Snape laughed. “Maybe later. I think I need a nap. God, that sounds awful.”
Hermione laughed and kissed his jaw. “No it doesn’t. I want to nap too. I have to go eat something first though. I didn’t have much dinner, and now I’m starved.”
“Bring me back some biscuits.”
“You’ll leave crumbs in the bed.”
“Fine. Bring me back something that meets your approval.”
“Okay, but Harry will wonder where all the whipped cream went.”
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