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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
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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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A/N: Real life is taking its toll on me, so I doubt I'll have time to write in the next two weeks. But I hope this chapter would be enough as my apology for irregular posting. it's only 5 or 6 more chapters to go :)
Knotted
Severus tugged on the ropes and stifled a growl. He was doing everything wrong, backwards. If he was such an idiot how big of the idiots where Dark Lord and Albus then? If anyone knew he’d allowed this he would lose his membership in the club, to hell wit that, Luna would have destroyed him, terminate him. He was the wrong person for this.
More pressing matter was…unexpected…and that was putting it mildly. This was far from his first time to be tied up in bed. If the girl like that sort of thing, he didn’t mind, one whispered word, and he would be free. This was different, never before he played this sort of game with a witch….
…- But you’ll still allow me to tie you up once? –
- I will. –
- Why? –
- Because… I trust you, Miss Granger. - …
…Oh, he did trust her, there was no question about that, but…her knots were magically sealed. He felt powerless, defenceless…panic rose in him like the tide, choking him. “Why did I ever agree to this?” Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that he didn’t just agree, he suggested it. He could hex Bill…
…It was tea time, and Bill was letting his cup cool down, his eyes darting from him to Hermione. Her face was mixture of happiness and utter confusion
- But, that’s a good thing. At least something good came from m blunder. I mean, we are cured, right? We can have children and family. – she smiled and then her face fell – Except, I can’t, I mean I can but not now, with my problem…-
- You can always opt for…. – Bill started carefully
- Mr Weasley! – his voice was sharp as a blade – I would appreciate if you refrain yourself from offering me without previous consent. –
- Oh, I would never use you…in that way. – she whispered glancing at him and he nodded in acknowledgement of her words
- Miss Granger, would you be so kind to make us another pot of tea, and bring more cookies? –
- Sure. – she smiled at him and walked out of the library
- Severus… - Bill started
- I thought I made myself clear yesterday. – the rage was boiling in him – Don’t tempt me… -
- But Severus….why? You know that your only chance for having an offspring is with her. She is cured, but you… -
- I am not better and no worse than before. – he stated firmly, fighting to remain composed, constricting hand squeezed on his chest and navel
- But if you have the chance…why would you deny yourself? –
- Because, Mr Weasley, children are quite a different type of bond. One that I have no desire inflicting on Miss Granger. –
- I do not see the reason behind that, you are already bonded. –
- True, but now we are also free. Children…would change that…permanently, irrevocably. –
- If that is your wish… -
- As I stated before, it is a personal matter and I liked to keep it private. - …
…Hermione sat with them and drank her tea, but it was as she could sense that something was off. Through the remaining of the day she walked on eggshells around him. Through the bond he could feel her reluctance, her fear….and he couldn’t handle that. Her fear was like a searing hot dagger jammed in his soul, slowly twisting. When that compressing feeling reached its peak, he suggested this…
…She was glancing at him during dinner, fidgety on her seat.
- We established that you didn’t respond well to the spanking, and I think you are not ready for the crop yet. I’d also like to avoid tying you up tonight. –
- Do you have anything on your mind? –
“Plenty, but that is another matter.” – I do. You expressed the desire to tie me up once. –
- Tonight? –
- If you are up to it. –
- And I can do whatever I’d like with you? – her eyes grew wide and dark
- Yes, as long as you do not harm me, I won’t take kindly any sort of blades. –
- You know I’m not into that. How about the blindfold? –
- I can handle that. Do you remember safe-word? –
- Yes, but you won’t need it. – she smiled…
…She asked him to wait in the kitchen, while she prepares the room. For a witch that lived among the muggles, the room was prepared in a very wizarding way. The soft light of levitating candles bathed the room in a golden glow.
Hermione took one piece of his clothing at the time, covering every bit of exposed skin with light kisses. It felt like seduction more than a foreplay. She led him to the bed and waved the ropes around his wrists, whispering incantation to fix them to the bed posts. She wrapped the piece of black silk around his eyes, securing it with a spell. And… she left, leaving him alone in the dark, tied. That is when he began to worry and panic.
The door clicked, her muffled footsteps approached, bed bent.
- I’m sorry for leaving you, I had to bring something. I won’t hurt you, I promise, but you have to trust me. – she whispered, her breath tickled his ear and neck – Do you trust me? –
He nodded, the lump in his throat preventing him from speaking. Fear melted into excitement, he could feel her desire to please him, her own arousal not by his state of powerlessness but with joy her actions may bring to him. The cover beneath him changed, it was somehow rubbery. He could hear her moving, but he couldn’t figure out what she was doing or planning.
Something thick and sticky dripped over his nipples and he gasped loudly. Unable to free himself gave another layer, unexpected depth to the sensation, balancing on the thin line between panic and excitement. His head disagreed with his body, blood rushed in the opposite direction of his brain, leaving him slightly light headed. The sticky tickle continued to paint a meaningless image on his torso and abdomen, in small uneven rivulets, drawing more gasps and even occasional moan. With each gasp from him, her arousal grew, adding to his own.
Sticky tickle covered his lips. Sweet! It was sweet and aromatic – honey! Soft and at the same time firm, the sticky thing was pressed at his lips, trailing them, coating them with the honey. A harsh groan escaped him, he could feel her desire, rising heat tearing inside him…her… He could also feel tenderness, soft and fuzzy feeling, wrapping around him like a warm blanket.
Ghost of her breath danced above his lips, moments before he felt her tongue, lapping gently the rim of his lips, gathering sticky sweetness. She sucked the honey from his lips, avoiding his attempts to kiss her. It was frustrating, heat and the need increasing with every breath, every touch she provided. Same mysterious object touched his lips, pressed on them and without much thought, he parted them, at that moment she could give him the poison for all he cared. He licked the honey from it
- Bite it. – she whispered and he obliged. Juicy sweet-sour taste of strawberry mixed with honey invaded his mouth, her lips followed. He growled in her mouth, drinking her taste, tugging on his bonds, the need to touch her, to hold her, to lose himself in her, it was suffocating. Inability to do so, pressed with her need that mirrored his, was almost painful, adding yet another layer to joined mountain of desire.
The lips drifted away, and for the second he felt abandoned, he mashed his lips tight to prevent the scream. But then…she started to lick the honey from his body. Small meticulous licks, tormenting him, causing his skin to prickle. She licked and sucked, seemingly every inch of him, making him whiter and tug on the ropes. His cock was so hard it was almost painful.
She moved, slide lower, and he heard a kick of the cap, then hiss of pressure before creamy, cold substance coated his weeping member. He hissed, if a drop more of blood travels that way, he will explode. That part of anatomy wasn’t built to contain that much blood, he was sure of it. “Breathe.” reminded himself, fast puffs of air travelled to and from his lungs, adding to the dizziness.
- Bloody hell! Bugger! – those were the first words he managed to shout through the dry, clenched throat. Her tongue continued to lick, lips to nip here and there at his shaft. Whatever she put on him, she was enjoying, humming and moaning. She pressed her lips on the frenulum and sucked with a slurp and satisfied moan. The sounds, they drove him crazy, it wasn’t something new, he heard her before, but now…in the darkness of his blindfold those sounds were his guide, amplified, echoing inside him.
She lapped and sucked, her lips were everywhere on him, around him. Vibrating around his cock and to his core. She sucked on his balls, nipping with lips on the skin.
- Fuck… - he croaked, realising that he is just a breath away from begging, bed shifted and she moved again “If she leave me like this…” growled his mind, but threat even in his mind was empty, laced with desperation.
Her hands travelled along his, and he sighed with relief, her touch was necessity much like air. She trailed her fingers over his bound joints
- Are your hands ok? – he nodded, the problem he had with bonds wasn’t in their tightness – No numbing? No pain? No discomfort? – he shook his head at each question – What do you need? –
- Y. O. U. – each letter felt like a punch in the guts, and with each letter the pressure in her belly reached new heights, tightening his already rock-hard muscles. She hummed in response, bed shifter again.
- Sweet Merlin! – his yell melted with her moan
Scorching slick tightness swallowed his prick, her muscles tightened around him. Her descent was fast and hard, swollen head hit her inner wall. He gritted his teeth, tightening his muscles in an attempt not to embrace himself, the moment he felt her, he was ready to spill hs seeds.
- Did I hurt you? – her voice sounded worried and he shook his head, she shifted her body weight, distributing it across his chest, leaning to his face, breath hot and winded – I won’t last long, I’m so close. –
The pressure of her body disappeared. She rolled her muscles around him, squeezing him, and then she moved. Sharp, tempestuous jerks, knocked the air out of him. Her insides trying to hold on to him, to rip off his shaft and take it with them on her way up, her soft bum hitting his sack with each drop. Tempo erratic and uneven, like her breathing and her moans. His hips twitched and thrust upwards like they had a mind of their own.
Neither of them lasted long, her walls crashed around him, grinding like a woodchopper. No amount of will could prevent him from orgasm now. She choked every bit of semen from his balls, with a sharp scream, gripping him in a ferocity of a dying man. The pressure that pressed on his organs exploded in a million flares, and each flare hit the nerves along his spine, making him arch his back to the point of snapping. At the same time, a wave of rush coursed through his body as the dam broke. Beneath the blindfold, the white light turned to blackness. The only sound he could hear was drumming in his ears.
She fell over him, and stayed motionless, breathing hard against him. He revelled in the feeling of her heart, tattooing a mark on his chest. After some time, she rolled off, whispering incantation. Ropes around his wrists melted.
- Don’t remove the blindfold, I’ll dim the lights. – she whispered something and touched his face, removing the silk.
He blinked, eyes painfully dry and sensitive to a single candle that she left lit. Without the word, he drew her close to him, ignoring the numb prickle of his joints, still dazed with experience.
- Did you like it? –
-Mhm. – how he could not, she made the whole evening about him
- Are you ok? Are you hurt. –
- No… - his voice broke, clearing his throat he tried again – No, I enjoyed it very much. But I’m knackered now. -
- Me too. – she smiled in his shoulder
They stayed like that, too tired to move, too high to sleep, just snuggling.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Forty minutes later her body was still hung between tired stupor and desire, need that made her feel like a live-wire. Severus was quiet, breathing evenly but awake, his hand idly petted her back. She couldn’t decide if that calmed her or aroused her.
The feeling of control was nice but not thrilling, it was not something that could stir her desire. But his moans and grunts, the look of rapture and abandon on his face triggered the heat inside her. She wanted him to want her, she needed his naked passion, to fell that strength he always kept in tight control. Even in the moments of heat and force, she could tell, he was holding back, giving her just as much he thought she could handle. She wanted him, wanted all of him, all he could give. She wanted that wild creature that lurked beneath his skin.
His hand roamed to her lower back and she arched into the touch, purring.
- You want more. – he snuggled to her hair, his voice barely a whisper with a hint of amusement in it
- It is not funny. –
- I’m not making fun of you, simply inquiring. –
- Yes, I want more, but I’m so tired. –
- Sex does not have to be so intense, it can be gentle and relaxing. –
- Relaxing isn’t the word I associate with sex. - she giggled
- Then, I have to teach you. – the low rumble of his velvety voice forced her to shiver – Where do you want me? –
- Want what? – her brain wasn’t functioning, still soaked with blissful tiredness
“Are you that thick?” hissed the voice in her head “Nice and slow, I know where I want him.”
“Bugger off.” she didn’t want any distractions now, he chuckled
- What orifice do you want me to fill? – his breath rushed over her ear, and she stopped breathing. He never talked like that to her. He used his words, but they were more of a mental stimulant, this…this sounded somehow…dirty, it made her want to be as dirty as he sounded. It wasn’t, not really, but the tone of his voice opened the sea of possibilities.
- Do you think we could try… - she trailed off, blushing, hiding her face in his shoulder
- Let’s see. – he had a note of a smile in his whisper – Roll to your back. –
She obeyed him, he pulled the pillows and stacked two beneath her lower back and bum. Without saying anything, he shifted between her legs, summoning the tube of lube.
- I thought we may try this as well, muggle product. – she just nodded, eager and scared in equal measures – Just relax. Now is your turn to trust me, can you? – she nodded and closed her eyes.
Hermione expected to feel the oil or his greased finger on her pucker, what she didn’t expect was his tongue trailing through her folds, titillating her. He toyed with her until her hips started to buckle towards his mouth. Only then, she felt his finger massaging the small twitching hole, before probing inside. This time it felt nice, welcomed, but less, less than what she used to. The finger wiggled inside, twisting, cuddling her walls. The rush of chill travelled her spine. The second finger joined, there was no pain, no discomfort, just the need. She couldn’t decide where she wanted him more, where his fingers slowly rocked in her or in the other twitching hole.
As if he read her thoughts, his tongue propped her core, agile and knowledgeable. He synced his hand with his tongue, other hand ghosting over her clitoris. She felt the fast build-up of desire, he led her to the edge but keeping her from falling over. Buzz in her head increased, mewling moans echoed “Is it me?”
The fingers abandoned her, so did the tongue. She growled in protest. He pulled the pillows and lied next to her. His lips captured her, briefly
- Turn your back to me, Kitten. -
She obeyed him, and he spooned next to her. It was nice, to feel his strong sharp body against her. Keeping her eyes closed, Hermione prepared for the pressure, and maybe even a small amount of pain. Stroking her belly, he nested his iron-hard manhood between her cheeks and started to rub, not really hitting the hole. She relaxed more, even started to respond, thrusting to him.
Suddenly, among all that rubbing and pressing, he grazed her pucker hole. Surprised by her own body reaction, she gasped. Her hole twitched and expanded, apparently eager to retain and accommodate him. He stilled, she continued rocking, pushing him inside at the snail’s pace. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, just…big. Severus tilted his hips a bit and she gasped again, feeling the “plop” as the tip of his head sank inside, tension in her back returned. He caressed her back tenderly while whispering in her ear
- Relax, Kitten. If you are uncomfortable or in pain we will stop. –
She shook her head, she was bit scared but not harmed in any way. Taking a deep breath, she rocked her hips again, trying to signal him that she wanted him to continue. He fondled her hip, dripping words into her ear
- That’s it, relax. I won’t harm you. – she felt him slipping deeper – Let me show you how satisfying, how tender this can be. – she nodded, breathing through her nose – At first it is a strange sensation, pleasant but odd. Once you get used to it, to feel so full, so compressed, it will morph, turn to something else. – the more he talked, the more she wanted to experience it, and she felt him slowly slipping deeper, he tapped her leg lightly – Bend your knee, pull it in front of you at the 90-degree angle. –
- Wouldn’t that influence the depth? – she panted “What are you doing?!!!” the voice screamed at her, following his instructions
- I’m not worried, and by now you shouldn’t be either. – he chuckled slipping inside until she felt his pelvis pressing at her behind – See, nice and slow and easy. Did it? –
- What? –
- Influenced the depth? – he kissed her neck
- No… I don’t know. Feels good. –
- You sound surprised. –
- I was expecting pain, there is none. –
- Mhm, now relax, let me guide you. –
She nodded. He was right, at first fullness felt odd, but soon this stand-still started to bother her. She needed more, more of what she wasn’t sure, but something. His hand glided from her bell to her core, one finger fluttering over her clitoris. She groaned and moved her hips, agitated. And he started to move, slow deep strokes, in and out.
The more he moved the more she needed him to speed up, his restless finger didn’t help either. She grabbed his hand to still his finger, the sensation was tearing her apart, his finger egged her on forward while his thrusts lulled her into a slow build of pressure. She liked it slow. Straightening her leg, she pressed next to him fully. It wasn’t something she would do often, and she briefly wondered if she wanted to it with anyone else, but with him, if it felt like this, she would enjoy occasionally.
Slow wasn’t working for her, not anymore, not that slow. She danced her hips and he chuckled, his rocking became faster, more forceful, but not by much.
- Do you like this? – she asked, her brain was going rough on her and she needed him to talk
- What’s not to like? –
- Why? –
- It is tight, warm…heavenly. The pressure is exquisite. And it is better with women than with men, in a way. –
- Why? – she couldn’t remember any other word, but she needed his voice just like it was now, hushed, little breathless, somewhat strained like a hot honey in her ears, the anvil beneath her lungs pressed harder, shortening her breath, coiling her insides
- Men are not so different, but also, they are, you have to find the right angle. A man is not so exciting during the orgasm, he just squeezes. Women, on the other hand, and is soft and lively. When she orgasm, you can feel…she will clench…but…you feel her muscles working. It adds to the sensation. – his hand returned to her clitoris, she could already feel the jig of her muscles, she needed something to fill her core and she didn’t. He continued talking – I don’t like to coerce orgasm out the of the female body, there is no fun in that. That the is the easy way out. It is disrespectful, like reading the book by skipping pages. Each woman is an instrument, and to find a right frequency is challenging, but to hear her moans and cries of ecstasy is much more rewarding. Did I manage to find your frequency? –
She nodded, her throat was dry, a bubble of air stuck in her oesophagus, choking her in exquisite torture, she couldn’t produce a sound to save her life. This felt different than any other orgasm, it wasn’t the pressure, she was wound like a too tight coil. Then his hips speeded up more and all the string in that invisible winch snapped, forcing the air out of her jammed throat along with squeal. She heard him grunt into her hair and felt the pulsating syphon of warmth, each pulse prolonging her own thrill.
He gently pulled back and rolled her to him, brushing her wet hair from her face
- How do you feel? –
- Fantastic. – she mumbled wondering if that could describe the feeling
- Rest now, I have something for tomorrow you really going to fancy. –
She smiled tiredly and snuggled to his chest, her last thoughts were sombre before she allowed to be lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart “I know what I fancy, I know you have it. Will you give it to me if I ask? Willingly?”
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