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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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- 24
- 25
Thank you for understanding and your patience. I hope that next chapter won't take me so long (rl is still crazy but at least I stopped travelling).
Pivot

Severus growled and continued to rummage through his things, his cell phone was nowhere to be found. Grumbling he crossed the hall to the library and froze on the door. Hermione was talking on his phone
-…that is all Bill, you have all the permits necessary to publish all the articles in my name…I don’t know, I’ll have to see with Severus about that… Yes, I think that too, but I can’t guarantee that he will see it that way… All right, I’ll let you know. –
- To see what with me, Miss Granger? Besides the small matter of taking my property without asking. – he quipped
- Severus! – she jumped startled but not afraid, and he suppressed the smile “When did it stop bothering me if she uses my things without asking?” – Sorry for borrowing your phone, it was easier and faster to make final arrangements with Bill. –
- To see what with me? –
- The article Bill and I wrote about curse for Curse-Breakers Digest, it will probably be re-published, or at least used for the article in newspapers. Here, read it, – she pushed a roll of parchment towards him – you don’t have to read all of it, I marked the parts I need your approval. –
He took the parchment and sat in the chair, skimming through the text in whole but focusing on highlighted parts. They were good, naming him as tracker sent by the ministry, through the unknown source, blaming their bond on her reckless desire to find the artefact, painting him as a hero who got caught in the process. The ending was a genius as well, they planted a bug by stating that they found a rumour of the first part, and deeming this curse dangerous even if only a part of it, Hermione will go and search for the first part. Bill will stay and work on possible solutions for its breaking, and Severus provided them with logistic maps and withdrawn into seclusion once again, to an unknown location. It was so simple and elegant. He could still stay out of the public’s eye, his location known only to someone in the Ministry. Hermione could disappear from the wizarding world for years without question, and still send articles to Bill, building her reputation. Their bond blamed on the curse.
- Do you want tea? – she asked softly and he shook his head, reading the article once again, in whole this time. She walked out of the room but returned shortly carrying one glass of brandy and one glass of wine, that caught his attention.
- How did you know that I wanted brandy? –
- I’m not sure, I just…sort of … knew. – she shrugged and sat on her spot, on the floor next to the book shelve.
He lowered his eyes on the paper but his mind raced in other direction, reaching through the bond to sense her. “Of all the things, she managed to connect with my digestive tract.” Grumbling voice in his head had a nice idea, but it was as far away from the mark as it could be. She was attuned to him, his insecurities and cravings. And she did it without conscious realisation, on some basic, instinctive level. He was, on the other hand, keenly aware of her feelings, her sadness and desire to ask for more lessons. Her fear that she won’t have enough time experience all she wanted with him. With a sigh he closed his eyes, their time was getting short, she was right about that. In fact, he could end it all today, there was nothing stopping him from ending it now…was it? “Why do I prolong this imprisonment? I want to end this, to be home, far away from her. Do I?”
A tug in the pit of his belly snapped him out of his reverie. It took him few seconds to discern whether it was his or her reaction. Hermione. “When in Merlin’s name she became Hermione to me? Maybe it is time for another lesson.” Nagging concern was…was this lesson something he was doing for her or him?
Cracking the eyes open he turned his head to her. She was looking at him, her bright gaze fixed on his features. Eyes dark and wide.
- Starring is impolite, Granger. –
- Sorry. – she lowered her eyes, then shook her head, and raised them once again – No, I’m not. I have the right to watch. -
- Good, you are learning. – he stood up – Undress, I’ll return shortly. – another tug of her/his muscles, she jumped to her feet with poorly concealed happiness
- Should I go to the room? –
- No need. – he walked out, found the duffle bag and took ropes, shrinking them to fit in his pocket, restoring the crop to its original size. His eyes fell on the assortment of Vibro eggs “Why not? Let’s play a bit.” He pocketed few of the eggs as well.
By the time he returned to the library, she was already naked and not at least phased by her state of undress. She was standing next to the book shelf and strolling through one of the tomes about the magic of ancient cultures. Severus stifled the chuckle, this is going to be challenging.
- Kitten, are you up for the lesson or do you wish to continue reading? –
- Lesson. – the reply was instantaneous, she returned the book and turned to him – You are still dressed. –
- Correct. –
- But. – she started then stopped when he raised an eyebrow
- Well then, it is time to introduce you to this little fellow. – he swished the crop through the air and her eyes went wide, unsure and eager in equal measure – Go to the chair, face the back of the chair, straddle it, legs over hand rests. –
She moved slowly, eyeing him or rather his hand with the crop warily. Her stomach was lurching with anticipation and her jitters started to transfer to him. “Was I so attuned to her from the start?” his mind scrambled in an attempt to find the right answer. She paced to the chair and manoeuvre clumsily to follow his instructions, pushing herself as close to the back of the chair as she could.
- That won’t do, Kitten. Scoot back, I want your ass just at the edge of the hand rests. -
She huffed, insecurity with a small dose of fear nudged at his solar plexus, but she wiggled her but until it was positioned the way he requested. Severus bit his tongue, why was she afraid? He never hurt her, not once since they met in Peru. Maybe if he tries another approach, if he explains to her… He walked around the chair and stood in front of her, holding the crop at her sight line.
- Are you afraid? –
- A little bit. –
- Did I ever give you the reason to be? –
- No, but…I want it…and I’m afraid that I won’t like it. – she sounded broken
- We had this conversation before, Kitten. You are not disappointing me by not liking it. And, for my part, I can make you like it. More than that, I can make you love it. I could make you love all of it, but I thought that lesson is better if you understand. –
- But I do understand. –
- Do you? This, - he crouched to line his eyes with hers and lifted the crop to linger between their faces – can seriously injure you. It can cause bruises, it can crack open your skin. Kitten, each of them can be harmful in inexperienced hands, and out there is more than a fair share of those who do not know what they’re doing. If you go out and make yourself injured, …if I do my job poorly… -
- I would never be that careless. –
- I know you won’t, but … there is no guarantees. Promise me if you find the taste for it, you’ll contact Luna, you’ll go where she takes you, you’ll trust her judgement. Promise me that you won’t force my hand. –
His throat constricted in a very unpleasant way, or was it hers? She shook her head empathically, her lips moving but no sound coming out of them
- I need to hear the words, Kitten. – he held his voice soft
- Hermione. – she finally squeezed out – My name is Hermione. I’m Kitten in the bed, I’m Miss Granger or Granger everywhere else. This conversation is neither, so I’m just Hermione. – he nodded in acknowledgement and she sighed in relief – I would never do anything to disrupt your peace. I would…I wouldn’t…I’m not so sure that I‘d do half of what we did with anyone else…not even if I ‘find the taste’ as you put it. –
- Hermione. –
- No, now you will listen to me. And I know that it is not smart to say something like this to the person who …one, don’t want to hear it …two, holds in its hand's something that it’s going to use on my but soon. But you said honesty, right? – he nodded and she continued fast and breathless, hurried to say all that she needed to say before he interrupts her - I do not know what your aspect is, and I do not want to know, but …my aspect makes me…it makes certain things more alluring, bearable. The point is, I am aware of it. And I do not wish to make you feel obligated in any way, but some things stay in here, with you. –
- It is not my desire…, Hermione, this ... The whole situation … it is what it is. We will go our separate ways, but the connection will stay, it is inevitable. –
- I know! And as much as you could sense me, I can sense you. And I’m sure that at times it will be hard, but … it is in the future. I can promise you, I won’t do anything to set you off. Everything else, we will have to deal with it as it comes. –
- If you are sure of it… -
- I am. – her voice held a firm note of determination, one that was still mixed with anxious anticipation – Now, please, make me like it. –
He swallowed hard, nodded and stood up. Walking around her once again he noticed that she rested her head on the top of the chair’s back, looking at the books, focusing on the titles.
- Close your eyes, don’t open them. – whispered, wondering if she even heard him. He needed to steady himself and focus on her, the problem was – he was inside her, her head, her feelings, invading her privacy more than he ever wanted to, not just with her but anyone. Dragging the keeper over her skin he shuddered, her skin erupted, bubbling with a foretaste of the leather. The rush of adrenaline mixed with an intoxicating allure of trust and no small dose of arousal gathered in his mouth, he wanted to run his lips over the silky-smooth skin stretched over each vertebra. Instead, he tapped lightly her accentuated globes, stuck out so boldly like two levitating globes of vanilla ice-cream.
Running his fingers over her back, he positioned himself and tapped lightly over the left milky white cheek, taking care that keeper doesn't bite her skin. She sighed and relaxed a bit. He repeated with the other globe and she relaxed some more. Two pale pink lines faded. This time he will go slow. Adding a bit of strength, repeated the process. The tension started to gather in his lower back. Landing two fast blows over each buttock with bit more force, he carefully eyed her reactions. Tension incised, travelling up his spine like an electric snail. The pinkish lines stayed longer, lingering, colouring whiteness of her skin and he closed his eyes for a second wondering why Luna pushed this on him for the millionth time.
He flexed his wrist, changing the angle, this time allowing the keeper to graze her skin, flicking, it caught her lower back and she hissed, arching. Odd ache, almost painful need flexed his back muscles. “I wonder…”
- Are you with me, Kitten? – she nodded, her dazed movements light and out of focus as he known they would be
He changed angle again and broth down the crop over both cheeks at once, not hard but enough to leave a sort sting, his rear muscles clenched, involuntarily. He nearly hissed. Oh, this was a mistake of gigantic proportions. He sighed and repeated the blow, adding to it the moment sting turned to pleasant heat. She moaned, rolling her forehead over the soft padding of the chair.
- Hermione? – the sensation was odd, too far off what he would expect or what he knew, what he experienced before
- If I ask you something, - her voice was heavy and words rolled like steel marbles from her lips, making them hard to understand – will you consider me weird. –
- You are asking that the person with the crop in its hand, smacking the said crop against your but? Pray tell, what is the line for weirdness these days? – he chuckled
- Righttttttttttttt. – she purred as he dragged the keeper along her back, through the dip of her buttock and her lower lips, letting it rest on her clitoris – Can you, …I don’t know… use it on my back, maybe? –
- Use what? –
- The crop. –
- Why? – he tapped the keeper against her clitoris and her hips rolled in an attempt to provide better access.
- Uhhhhhhhh. I don’t know….I just…it’s a feeling…Ummmmmmmm…. – she hissed again, encouraged by his persistent tapping, not strong enough to cause real pain. No, she didn’t like the pain, she loved the bite of the mild sting, the heat and adrenaline spike between two blows.
- I can, but you won’t like it. The crop is too hard, too unyielding for that. Stay like that, do not move. – he turned and walked out of the room
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
His footsteps were getting quieter and quieter as he walked away, leaving her alone in the library, naked, stretched over the arm-chair, exposed and tingling. This was different, so different than anything they tried before. It was comforting and terrifying, liberating and constricting, it was freedom and imprisonment all at once. She loved it, hated that she loved it so much.
Hermione sighed, no matter how much she trusted anyone, she would not be in this position for anything or anyone but for him.
“And there lies the rub. You care for him more than you want to admit.” hissed the voice
“You are quite keen on him too.” she mocked
“True. But I would go for him. I’d pursue him until he relents to my will.”
“Yeah, and because your will is so strong, my bum feels like it's burning.”
“Your bum feels like it's burning because you love it. It has nothing to do with my will.”
“The other night you lectured me about survival instincts.”
“I did, but this is not fight or flite situation, this is pure pleasure. Shush now and enjoy or at least let me enjoy.”
“Ha!”
“He’s returning.”
Severus walked into the room, in his hands he was holding something, roughly carved with magic. She closed her eyes hoping that he didn’t notice she opened them, he never gave her permission to open them.
- No need to pretend anymore Kitten. Look. Do you know what this…should be? –
- Looks like cat-o-nine. - she eyed a wooden stump in his hand with roughly wrapped cord in the middle, from the one end cord separated into the multitude of tails, he nodded
- Not the best looking one, but yes. If you are still keen on trying… -
- I am. – the skin on her back ached and itched with need. Questioning her own sanity, Hermione leant her forehead on the padding of the chair and arched her back, she could hear him sigh, his warmth moving away from her, his voice was firm
- You’ll have to talk to me, Kitten. Rope, even a silken one is a different kind of animal, it bites with zeal. Soft leather is a better choice by far, it stings stronger but leaves fewer marks. –
She nodded and took a deep breath. Hermione couldn’t decide whether she was afraid or if she wanted it more.
-It is your wish, but first this. – she couldn’t see what he was doing but she could feel his fingers caressing her labia, pushing something hard and cold and not too small inside her, soon enough her walls lurched when whatever he pushed inside her started to buzz, vibrating lightly. He backed off again.
Screwing her eyes thigh, she listened to the soft hiss of material, the whistle of air around cords. Seconds later the whole bulk of strands engulf her skin in a sharp sting. Her back retracted for a second, then arched. The pain abated leaving the ache for more. Silk caressed her skin, sliding off, hissing and biting it once more. White seared in front of her eyes, the skin on her back throbbed but her mind soared to that unreachable place of complete stillness. She arched her back again
- Harder, please… - she moaned, feeling with no small surprise, the moist gathering between her legs
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus blinked. The shade of pink reached new hue, darkening, turning fast to red. He flexed his back muscles, feeling the heat and the sting. But she just asked for more, not just more, she asked for harder. The tension in his lower back spread to his pelvis.
He took a long steadying breath and swing once more, adding the strength with the flick of his wrist. She hissed and mumbled incoherently, but arched her back. He tried to reach for her mind, but it was slipping away.
- Kitten? –
- More, please. – words sounded distorted like she was drugged
He sighed and swished again, she moaned, rolling her hips, few small drops of dew separated from her core and soaked the material beneath her. He shook his head. Her back was red, skin burning under the ropes but she arched her back once more.
- More please. -
“I should stop this.” His rational mind argued, but his body followed through her plea, his own skin burning, tingling pleasantly, his insides twitching. Five more flicks. She was moaning constantly, arching her back, grinding her hips against the air, her head lolling from side to side.
- Stronger please. – the breathy whisper set his neck hair standing, voice raspy and harsh like rough sandpaper. Feeling of abandon course through his bloodstream like an opiate. Fine condensation glistened on her skin like diamond patina. He flexed his wrist again, with more force, gritting his teeth and the makeshift handle wi the h same ferocity. His own muscles tugging beneath the surface of the skin, fighting for release from his tight control.
She hissed through her teeth, straightening her back. He bit his inner cheek, to remain silent. White flashes of pain burned his back like hot wax. White marks, lined across her back, turning in to a dark shade of red, swelling lightly. The material of the chair beneath her harboured a wet patch.
- Please… - her strained whisper forced him almost to recoil.
- The last one, after that…your skin will start to bruise. - he ground his teeth and whispered harshly.
The tightness in his back, pelvis and chest rattled. He swung his hand preparing for pain, wishing that he just told Potter off when he appeared on his door two months ago. The hit caught them both. Raw scream was hers, his was growling hiss.
Tossing the makeshift implement, he caught her swaying form. She was thrashing, fighting to catch the breath. And he knew he would be scared out of his mind if they didn’t share the bond. He could feel her stillness, the bliss of quiet in her head, the heavy stupor of her mind. Turning off the switch, carefully, not to touch her back too much he took her in his arms, walked across the hall and manoeuvred her in the bed on her stomach.
- Kitten… Hermione… -
- Thank you. – she gave him one weak, tired smile
- I’ll bring my wand and some ointment. –
- No. – her hand grabbed him with no strength – Just lay next to me, let me rest a bit. –
Gulping, he nodded and laid next to her, thoughtful not to touch her. His heart pounding in the irregular beat. He could swear that he did not enjoy all this, that he would never do that again, even if she begged him. His body, traitorous once again, reminded him that as long she liked it, he would not find the strength to resist, to deny her. His throbbing member had a heartbeat of its own.
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