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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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25 - Tit for Tat
The next morning at breakfast, Hermione shifted around on her sore bum, happily eating the toast and eggs Severus had made her. He looked nice in his slacks and white dress shirt. She felt underdressed in her ratty pajama bottoms and t-shirt. He was drinking coffee and staring at her as if she were wild raccoon that had broken in and sat down at his kitchen table for some tea and jam: a little amazed and amused at the same time.
She smiled at him. "What?”
He shook his head and took another sip of coffee, eyeing her stiff nipples through her thin t-shirt. She certainly makes the morning more entertaining. It was strange having her there at his table, eating breakfast as if it were the most normal thing in the world. It would have been strange to see anyone at his table, but she looked far too happy about it. He knew her bum was still sore (he’d inspected it thoroughly that morning), and she kept wiggling around, giving him hungry looks. He’d spanked her soundly before their bath, and she’d apologized and promised not to attack him anymore. The correction hadn’t been gentle. He’d warned her enough times. She had appeared contrite, and he’d accepted her apology with a kiss. When she wouldn’t sit down in the hot water, he'd laughed, letting her stand while he tongued her clit. It never took her long when her bum was still stinging. They’d eaten again and spent the rest of the night in his bed, slowly licking and teasing each other until she begged him for his cock. He’d lasted for a solid hour, watching her climax three times before he finally gave up his seed. It was definitely the best day and night he could ever remember.
An owl pecking at the back window of the small utility room off the kitchen jarred him out of his reverie. He went back and let it in, smirking when he recognized the bird. The Malfoy’s eagle owl couldn’t be mistaken. Taking the scroll from the bird’s foot, he tossed it his last bit of toast. The animal gave him an arrogant look and flew off without even tasting it.
“Pretentious snob,” he muttered, wandering back into the kitchen.
“Who?” Hermione asked as she smeared marmalade on another piece of toast.
“That damn owl. The Malfoys must feed him smoked salmon and caviar. Toast is obviously beneath him.”
She stopped mid-chew. “Is that from Draco?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t opened it yet.”
He unrolled the scroll and read silently then gave her a wicked smile. “Do you want the tawse now, or do you want to wait until tonight?”
Hermione swallowed the toast in a dry lump. “He agreed?”
Severus passed her the scroll so she could read for herself. Hermione couldn’t believe it. Her eyes darted over the parchment.
“Next weekend? I’ll just be healed by then,” she said in exasperation.
“Assuming you don’t earn anything new in the meantime,” he said with a sly grin.
“You’re not really going to use that tawse on me after last night, are you?”
He nodded. “I most certainly am. Severus Snape collects on his bets, and you lost fair and square. If you’d like to wait until tonight, however, I’m willing to postpone it.”
Hermione shook her head. “I want to get it over with.”
“I’ll let you finish eating.”
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
He snickered and waved his wand. The dishes flew to the sink. “Bend over the table.”
“What? In the middle of the kitchen? What if somebody sees?”
“Who?” he asked, looking around sarcastically.
“I don’t know. A neighbor.”
“I haven’t seen them in twenty years, I doubt they’ll show up now.” He didn’t want to tell her that the premises were protected by anti-spying spells. It was far more entertaining having her think she could be spotted at any moment.
She gave him a fierce look and then huffed and leaned over the table on her hands.
“No, no,” he corrected her, “all the way down.” With a lazy wand flick, he summoned the tawse from upstairs. She buried her eyes in her arm when he caught it, as if she couldn't bear the sight. Rising from the chair, Severus walked around behind her and ran his hand over her striped pajama bottoms. “These are cute, but this won’t be much fun if I can’t see.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as he yanked her bottoms down to her knees. She wasn’t wearing any knickers, and it felt insanely breezy in his little kitchen. His hand smoothed over the lines from the night before.
“I want you to count,” he told her, “and say Severus Snape knows more than me.”
Hermione craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m always serious. Now, I’ll give you a choice. I can make these medium hard, and then I’ll let you get dressed and take you back to Grimmauld Place, leaving you to your friends; or I can make them very hard, and when I’m finished, I’ll take you upstairs and rub some cream on your sore backside before I make you come. Which would you prefer?”
Hermione groaned and banged her head on her arms. Dammit! “Very hard,” she whispered.
Snape smirked but forced himself to sound disinterested when he spoke. “Very well. Stay down. And you'd better grab onto the other side of the table. If your hands get smacked, it would be extremely painful.”
She sighed and gripped the table edge.
“Ready?”
She nodded. He touched the tawse to her bum, measuring the distance. There was a soft hiss of leather cutting the air, and then a heavy slap blazed across her backside.
“Fuck! One," she grunted, stamping her foot.
“And?” he prompted in a warning voice.
“Severus Snape knows more than me.”
Whoosh slap!
“Aaaaah! Oh God! Um . . . two. Severus Snape knows more than me.” The band of pain across her bum felt as hot as the sun. Shocked tears streamed down her face.
“Better.”
Whoosh snap!
She jerked so hard the table moved. “Owwwww!” When she could breathe again, she panted, “Three. Severus Snape knows more than me.”
Snape was aching to rub her hot flesh. The wide strips of red crisscrossing her buttocks were already going dark. He brought the heavy leather down again with a sharp snap.
It took her a few seconds before she could make a sound. It felt as if her bum was already swelling. “Four,” she managed to gasp. “Severus Snape knows more than me.”
“Just one more,” he told her. “It’ll all be over in a few seconds.”
She squeezed the table and screwed her eyes tight in preparation.
WHACK!
“FiveSeverusSnapeknowsmorethanme,” she hissed through her teeth.
He touched his fingertip to her sizzling skin. “You did very well, love. Your arse looks amazing.”
Once it was over, she started to cry softly in relief. “Don’t touch it. It hurts.”
“Oh, pet,” he whispered, stroking her back. “I’ll make you feel better. Can you stand?”
She let go of the table and slowly pushed up on her hands.
“That’s it,” he purred. “Put your arm around my shoulder.”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand then wrapped her arm around his neck. He scooped her up and carried her out of the room. The stretching of her skin made her wince, but at least she didn’t have to walk. He carried her upstairs and set her down gently on her feet by the bed.
“Just bend over the edge, love”
Hermione flopped down on her face, taking some deep breaths to calm herself. She heard him walk to the bathroom, presumably to get cream, and then come back.
“Step out of your pajamas.”
Her feet were tangled in the material, and she groaned as she wiggled free. When his hand ran up her inner thigh, she spread her legs for him, holding her breath in anticipation of his touch. She didn’t know if she wanted it or not; her bum was roasted.
Snape let out a rough sigh at the sight. The crests of her cheeks were dark red, but there was a pale, thin strip of white skin highlighting her crack. The lee of her cheeks. He ran his fingertip over it and watched her spasm. “You should look at this before you get dressed. It’s gorgeous.”
Hermione couldn’t help smiling into the bed. Stop grinning. Your bum is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat. “That really fucking hurt, Severus.”
He nodded. “And you took it so well. I’m very impressed.”
She felt a cold blob of something on her cheek and bit her lip as he slowly smoothed it into her skin.
“I’ll tell Draco to come over next Saturday.”
“What if I’m not better by then?”
He smirked. “You will be.” I’ll heal you if you’re not.
She gnawed her lip as he put more lotion on her other cheek. “What’s going to happen when he comes over?”
Snape spread her legs a little wider and cast a chilling charm on the cream. “I’ll work with him for a while upstairs until he can wield everything with a fair amount of precision and competence; then you can come up, and I’ll show Draco what it’s like to be in your position. So to speak.”
“What are you going to use?”
“Only what he wants to use on you.”
“Which would be?”
“The cane. The paddles. The strap. I doubt he’ll be up for more than that once he feels them.”
She thought about that for a while. Snape put something icy on her bum, and she sighed as it cooled her skin. “Do you care what I do to him?”
“I might. What did you have in mind?”
“Can I talk to him while it’s going on?”
He shrugged. “Yes.”
“Can I touch him?”
“Sexually?”
“I was thinking more like his hand or his back . . . or his bum. I don’t know if rubbing someone’s caned bum is sexual or not. I guess it depends on how you do it. Do you care either way?”
“Yes. I don’t care what you do to him when I’m finished, but while it’s happening, it’s better if you didn’t purposely touch him in a sexual manner. He needs to deal with what’s happening with the pain and humiliation.”
“What if he comes?”
“Do you mean during the punishment or after?”
“Umm . . . during.”
“There’s not much I can do about it. I’d probably humiliate him, but I doubt that will happen. Draco’s not a masochist.”
“What if I make him come afterwards?”
“Is that your definition of healing now?”
She smiled. “Maybe.”
“That’s fine.” And it’ll seriously fuck with his head.
“Would it make you angry if I sucked his dick?”
He raised both eyebrows and stopped rubbing. “I guess it depends on why you’re doing it.”
“To make him feel better.”
“I think that’s going above the call of duty.”
“It makes me feel better when you lick my pussy afterward.”
He smirked. “Is there any scenario where me licking your pussy doesn’t make you feel better?”
“Not that I can recall,” she replied, grinning broadly. “That’s my point. Tongues are a nice counterbalance to the pain.”
“I see. Do you want to suck his dick?”
She shrugged. “I like to make him come, but . . . I don’t really want to. With him it’s more of a means to an end. Not like with you.”
“It’s not a means to an end with me?”
“Not at all,” she assured him. “I just fancy licking you . . . and listening to you while I do it.”
He pressed the bulge in his trousers to her bum. “Fancy a sample right now?”
She laughed and looked over her shoulder at him. “Stop that, it hurts. And you know I want to.”
Shaking his head in amusement, he tickled her pubic hair. “Get up on the bed. On your side.”
Hermione climbed up into the middle and got on her right side. She watched with interest as he removed his clothes.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, unbuttoning his at the same time.
Shimming out of her tee, she stretched out and watched him strip. When he was naked, he climbed in bed with her but got on his side in the opposite direction, so he was facing her pussy. He lifted her top leg and buried his face in her fissure, resting his cheek on her thigh. Hermione groaned as he pulled her into the position he wanted, his tongue lapping at her depths. His cock was right in front of her face, and she licked his swollen head, swirling her tongue around his flesh. He grunted and twitched his hips closer. Mmm. Tasty. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she pumped him while she sucked his balls.
Severus tickled the back of her thigh and dipped his tongue into her nectar. She moaned and sighed around his cock, making his toes curl. When she started riding his face, he moved one finger to her slick opening and focused his tongue on her clit. She let out a soft cry and shuddered against him then attacked his manhood as if she were going to suck him dry.
“Slow down,” he rumbled into her folds.
Hermione took it down a notch. Tickling the seam along the back of his sac, she followed it to his perineum, and he bent his top leg to give her more room. She squealed as his thumb went into her pussy, his fingers rubbing her backdoor. Oh God. So close. Don’t stop.
Snape sucked her clit lightly and brushed his tongue over it as he pressed on her anus with one finger. Her entire body spasmed against him, and he wiggled his thumb deeper. The whimpering around his cock was driving him mad.
Not wanting to be outdone, Hermione slipped her finger to his bum and did the exact same thing to him that he was doing to her. His cock was giving her a steady drip of fluids, and she swiped it clean with every bob of her head. Suddenly, his tongue furiously attacked her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she started to come.
Her muscles pulsed around his finger, and Severus smirked as she pumped her hips in time with her pleasure. Her lips tightened around him, and he growled as his balls pulled tight. Bucking his hips, he fucked her face so he could come with her. Her fingertip wedged its way up his arse, and he shot his load down her throat. The feel of her swallowing around him, upside down, was wonderfully bizarre.
They both lay there, slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen, trying to catch their breath. Severus petted her red bum, and Hermione lazily licked his cock clean. When his heart slowed, he rolled over and sat up. She looked sated and happy, sprawled on her side in his bed. Sinking down, facing her, he pulled her leg over his hip and stroked her bum. “Did you like that, pet?”
She gave him a muzzy smile. “You know I did.”
He smoothed her hair out of her face. “I have to get you back to your wardens soon.”
Hermione giggled and teased a finger through his chest hair. “Are you staying with me today?”
“I have to work on something in my lab, but I’ll come over as soon as I’m through.”
“I could stay and help you.”
“You’d be in my way.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“I didn’t mean it to sound that way,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I meant it quite literally. There’s hardly room for me down there.”
She didn’t want to force herself into every second of his life. “Can I see it sometime?”
He nodded. “You’ll probably want to wait till I’m finished with this. You can barely move between all the cauldrons and boxes.”
“Okay. What are you working on?”
“A possible alternative to the Wolfsbane potion.”
“Really? For Remus?”
He snorted.
“I’ll take that as a no. What are you trying to do with it?”
“Shorten the brewing time.”
“How’s it going?”
“Don’t ask.”
Hermione bit back a laugh. “All right. When are you coming over to Harry’s?”
“That depends on how things go today. Probably before dinner. Unless you’d prefer that I wait.”
“No. I want you for dinner.”
He snorted again. “As long as it’s not a potluck. I don’t think Potter and Weasley are going to be up for that.”
“You know what I meant.”
“What are you going to do today?”
“I dunno. Maybe go to Diagon Alley. Harry and Ron said something about looking at brooms, and I want to go to Flourish and Blotts.”
“Get something inappropriate. We can play naughty pupil and perverted professor again.”
Hermione laughed. “Not until my bum heals some. But if you’re nice, I’ll let you read to me while I ride your cock.”
Snape chuckled. “I should have known you’d go for naughty librarian.”
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Hermione spent the day with Harry and Ron, strolling through Diagon Alley, window shopping. Everyone seemed to know who they were, and the thanks and congratulations concerning the war were never-ending. One old witch had hugged her and cried, never saying what it was she wanted to. Ron had five girls slip their names into his pocket with a message to Floo them if he was ever lonely. Harry got eleven; he chucked them all into the fire when they got to The Three Broomsticks. Ron said he was going to hang onto his until he saw how things went with Ingrid.
Flourish and Blotts was almost empty at that time of day, and she was glad Harry and Ron went to Quality Quidditch Supplies. She didn’t want them to see what she was looking at. Fifty Floating Positions for Every Magical Bedroom caught her fancy, and then she couldn’t stop thinking about when Severus had dangled her in the air and whipped her pussy. Great, now I’m going to spend the rest of the day in wet knickers. Stories from the Bottom also went in the buy pile. The cover had a closeup of a witch’s cane-striped bum, her hands manacled behind her back. Hermione devoured the entire first story and then tucked the book between the others in her basket.
The sales lady gave her a small smile when she rang up the total and said, “Have fun,” as Hermione gathered her purchases.
She had to drag Harry and Ron away from the new broom display. “You already have brooms. And you’re not even playing Quidditch right now.”
They finally called it a day and went home. Hermione went upstairs and added the books she'd gotten to her collection then hid the other two in her dresser to show Snape later. After changing her knickers, she went down and ate lunch with Harry and Ron. All day they’d both been looking at her, surreptitiously searching for injuries from Snape. She rolled her eyes and gave them both warning looks. “You two can stop checking me out like that. I’m fine.” Except when I sit.
Ron and Harry had the decency to look chagrined. Harry nodded at her. “We didn’t want to ask.”
“Well, I wish you would ask rather than eyeballing me all day. It’s making me paranoid, like I accidentally tucked my dress into my tights or something.”
They both snickered and said sorry, then Harry gave her questioning look. “Okay, so I’ll just ask. Are you really okay, and how scary was Snape’s house?”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Yes, I am really okay, and his house isn’t scary. It’s a bit dark and sort of small but not scary.”
“Did he let you eat?” Ron asked, sounding a lot like Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione gave him a disbelieving glance. “Yes, of course. Did you think he was going to starve me while I was there?”
Ron shrugged and grinned. "Dunno. Thought he might give you bread and water.”
“I’ll have you know, he made every single meal himself. He even cooked me eggs this morning.”
Harry found that hilarious. “I can’t see Snape cooking eggs. Did he wear an apron?”
Hermione couldn’t keep a straight face as she rolled her eyes. “No, he wasn’t wearing much of anything at all,” she answered just to shut them up.
They both dropped their forks. “Ewww! No, Hermione,” they both groaned. Ron looked sick, and Harry was pulling a face.
“That’s just . . . wrong,” Harry said, shaking his head.
“Yeah, Hermione,” Ron said with a wince. “We’re trying to eat here.”
“Don’t be such babies. And if it disgusts you so much then don’t ask rude questions.”
“Point taken,” Ron mumbled and went to the refrigerator for more Butterbeer.
Harry leaned closer to her and whispered, “Take it easy on Ron. He’s nervous about his date tomorrow.”
“Was she the blonde he was talking to at the shop today?”
“Yes. Ask him about it. See how red he gets.”
They stopped whispering as Ron sat down and pulled the cap from his bottle. Hermione gave him an innocent look and asked, “So, what are we doing tomorrow?”
“Me and Harry were thinking about going to the Burrow in the morning to play Quidditch in the field.”
“That sounds nice. Snape might be here for dinner tomorrow. You don’t mind, do you?”
Ron shrugged. “Suits me just fine; I won’t be here.”
“Where are you going?”
Ron’s ears went red. “Out with Ingrid.”
“Oh that’s right.” Hermione smiled. “Where are you taking her?”
“Um . . . well . . . thought we’d go to that village fair in Ottery St. Catchpole.” The maroon was creeping up his neck.
“Oh, that’s sweet. I like fairs. You should probably avoid the fish and chips though. You don’t want to remind her of George.”
“Yeah . . . right. I uh . . . I’ll be right back.”
Ron bolted from the table, his face going brick red.
Hermione turned to Harry and smiled. “What’d I say?”
Harry shook his head, laughing. “Search me. Maybe it’s just nerves.”
Hermione went to the counter and got a banana from the fruit bowl. “I'd better eat this while he’s not here. I’ve been wanting it for days.” She winced as her bum hit the bench again. It felt bruised.
Harry’s eyes narrowed, and he put his fork back down. “Are you all right?”
Hermione stopped chewing for a second, forcing herself not to look so startled. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Harry just kept staring, watching her face, searching for a tell. “You are hurt.”
She sighed. “Harry, I really don’t think you want to know.”
He watched her finish the banana. “If he did anything to you that you didn’t want, I want to know.”
She couldn’t meet his eyes. “Then there’s nothing to know.” Glancing at his reaction, she saw him looking a little surprised but not disgusted.
“Well . . . ” he muttered. “That’s . . . fine. As long as it’s consensual.”
“It is.”
“I’ve got some healing balm if you want.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Harry, but I’m okay. Besides, he offers to heal me every time.”
Harry did look surprised at that. “He does?”
Hermione nodded. “I always turn him down.” She got up and threw away her banana peel, biting her lip to hold back her snort at Harry’s shocked face.
“Wait,” he said, carrying his dish to the sink and standing next to her. “You like it? I mean . . . I’m not trying to pry . . . I just . . .”
She waited for him stop stammering. “You just what?”
“Well . . . um . . . do you let him do it, or do you want him to do it?”
“Do you really want to know?” she asked. “You and Ron seem pretty disturbed by our relationship as it is.”
He looked at her shoes and nodded. “I really want to know.”
Hermione sighed. “Yeah, I like it.”
Harry chewed his lip. “Don’t tell anybody, but . . . Ginny wants me to spank her.”
Hermione smiled in relief. “Yeah, I know.”
Harry blushed and looked at her. “You do?”
“She told me.”
His face got even redder. “What else did she tell you?”
“Not a lot,” she said, feigning ignorance. “How’s your bum feeling?” She didn’t think his face could possibly get any more red.
“She told you?”
“I didn’t get the play-by-play yet, but she told me what she was planning. Are you all right?”
He ran his hand through his hair as if he were trying to rub the knowledge out of his brain. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “Do you two talk about everything?”
“Pretty much. Did you like it?” she asked with a huge grin.
“Oh my God,” he groaned. “Can we not talk about this anymore?”
“Okay. But if you liked it, you should tell her.”
“Trust me, she already knows,” he mumbled.
“She wants you to do it harder, you know?”
“Yes, she made that very clear.”
Hermione laughed and put her hand on his shoulder. “Okay, I’ll stop talking about it. I’ve got a book about it if you want.”
“About spanking?”
“MmHm. Among other things. You want it?”
He looked uncomfortable but finally nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’ll leave it in your room.”
“Um . . . thanks.”
Her grin widened. “I’m sure Snape would give you some pointers if you want.”
He looked horrified by the suggestion until he saw her laughing. “Very funny.”
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It was after dinner and Ron and Harry decided they’d seen enough of Snape for one night and decided to go to the pub to meet the twins. Harry went to the library, where he’d last seen the peculiar lovebirds, and stopped in his tracks when he swung around the door. Snape had her pinned against the shelves in one corner and was snogging her face off. Harry backed out of the room, but not before he saw Snape’s hand groping her arse under her dress. He could only see one of her hands, and he did NOT want to know where the other one was.
He backed into Ron in the hallway, who was looking at him as if he’d lost his mind. Harry held his finger to his lips in a gesture of quiet and pushed Ron back toward the entryway. “You do not want to see that. Trust me.”
Ron looked confused. “See what? Did you tell Hermione where we’re going?”
“No, I didn’t. And I’m not going in there again.”
Ron’s brows pinched together. “Why? What did you see?”
“Something that can never be unseen. Let’s leave her a note.”
“He’s not shagging her on the carpet, is he?”
“No, no, nothing like that.”
“I’ll tell her then.”
“Ron—”
Ron was already jogging down the hallway toward the library. He froze in the doorway then backed away. When he got back to the front door, he gave Harry a dazed look.
“You’re right. Let’s leave her a note. She likes to read.”
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Ron and Harry came back in the dark, slightly tipsy from too much firewhisky. There was a flickering light still in the library, and Ron immediately started giggling when he saw it. “Bloody hell, they’re still at it.”
“Shh,” Harry whispered. “Maybe they just left the candles burning so we could see.”
Ron shook his head. “Go check.”
“You go check.”
“It’s your house, mate. Tell him to get his dirty Slytherin hands off our Hermininy.”
“Her-mi-o-nee,” Harry corrected with a snort. “And I don’t want to get hexed.”
They both crept to the library door, tiptoeing as if they were sneaking through a haunted house. Harry peered around the corner and was relieved to see that they were no longer snogging like rabid Nifflers. Snape was sitting on the sofa, reading her a book—his voice barely audible—while she straddled him. Hermione had her head resting on Snape’s shoulder, and he had his hand on her waist as if he’d been hugging her and got tired. Harry thought they actually looked kind of sweet.
He cleared his throat and stepped into the room. Snape raised one bored eyebrow at him, and Hermione jumped as if she’d been startled. “Sorry, just wanted to tell you we’re back.”
“How was the pub?” Hermione asked in a high voice.
“Good. You got my note?”
“Yeah. Going to bed?”
“Yeah. You?”
Snape pulled her tighter and stroked her back.
“Yeah,” she answered. “Pretty soon.”
“‘Kay. See you tomorrow.
“‘Night, Harry.”
“‘Night.”
He went back in the hall, pushing Ron toward the stairs. “She’s fine. They were just sitting there reading.”
“Reading?” Ron muttered as they stumbled up the stairs. “That’s probably foreplay for Hermione.”
Harry giggled. “Shh! I’m just glad they were dressed.”
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“That was too close,” Hermione whispered, slumping onto Snape’s shoulder.
“He didn’t see anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Besides, he looked as though he’d been drinking.”
“Harry?”
“He didn’t seem too steady.”
“I’m surprised he couldn’t smell us.”
“Your dress is muffling the aroma." He smirked and lifted his hips to press his cock further inside her, spurring her back into action.
“Let’s go to bed. I can’t relax down here,” she begged.
“But I’m so comfortable.”
Hermione giggled and wiggled her hips. “Finish the story. I want to know what happens.”
“I’m guessing the lady of the house is going to get caught with the stable boy.”
“By her husband?”
“Or the nosy housekeeper.”
She smiled. “Keep reading.”
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Ron came home Tuesday night looking very pleased with himself. Harry heard the door and came downstairs to find Ron coming up the other way. “So how was it? Any regurgitation?”
Ron smiled and shook his head. “Not that I saw.”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, what happened?”
“Where’re Snape and Hermione?”
“Library.”
“Again?”
“Go see what they’re doing.”
“No way. I saw enough the other night. I was hoping to have some decent dreams for a change.”
Harry grinned. “So the date went well?”
Ron blushed. “I guess you could say that.”
“Let’s go to the kitchen, I want some more of that cake.”
“I could do with some cake."
They went down and started toward the back stairs. Harry grabbed Ron’s arm as they approached the library. He pointed to the door and mouthed, “Look.”
Ron peered around the door, ready to lose his appetite. Instead, he turned and gave Harry an amused smirk before peeking around the door again. Snape was on his back on the couch, one foot on the floor, seemingly asleep. Hermione was lying on his chest, reading a book.
“How long have they been like that?” Ron whispered.
“An hour or so.”
“He’s much less threatening when he’s asleep.”
“That’s exactly what I thought.”
“Should I tell her I’m back?”
“She’s been worried about you.”
Ron stepped into the doorway and waved. Hermione turned from her book, smiling when she saw him. She glanced up at sleeping Snape and held her finger to her lips. Ron nodded, and Hermione carefully got up and kissed Snape’s nose goodbye. His hand shot out and caught her wrist in a flash.
“Where are you going?” he muttered without opening his eyes.
“Bloody hell, Severus, don’t scare me like that,” she whispered. “Just to the kitchen. I’ll be right back. Be my bookmark." She grinned and set her book over his crotch.
“‘Kay,” he muttered, dropping her wrist and falling back to sleep.
She crept off, pushing Ron out the door. Harry was in the hall, grinning at them both. They got to the kitchen, and Harry set the cake on the table so they could eat.
“So how was it?” Hermione asked. “Sick-free?”
Ron nodded and blushed brightly. “I’m seeing her again on Thursday.”
“Really?” Hermione smiled. “What’s she like?”
“Nice. She smells like fairy cakes.”
Hermione and Harry both laughed at that.
“She’s made for you, Ron,” Harry said, pushing a plate at him. “A girl that smells like food.”
“What did you do at the fair?” Hermione asked. “Did you win her anything?”
“Nope. She won it herself,” Ron answered, shoving a forkful of cake in his mouth.
Harry squinted. "What?”
“A stuffed bear. She shot down all the ducks with one of those Muggle shooting things.”
“She knows how to shoot?”
“Her dad’s a hunter. And a Muggle. He taught her to shoot when she was little.”
Harry nodded, impressed. “Okay then, did she win you anything?”
Ron smirked and shook his head. “Nah. I didn’t see much use in giant stuffed monkeys or pandas.”
I can, Hermione thought. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah. No seafood though.”
Harry smirked. "Good thinking."
“Did you kiss her?” Hermione asked.
Ron blushed about ten shades of red.
Harry grinned. “He did. Was it good? It must not have been terrible if you’re going out again on Thursday.”
Ron nodded. “It was nice.”
“Where are you going on Thursday?”
“She said she wants to see some Muggle movie. Sounds interesting.”
Hermione and Harry looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“What?” Ron asked, looking up. “Are movies a bad idea?”
“No,” Harry said with a small smile. “It’s a brilliant idea.”
Hermione explained it to him, “She wants to sit with you in the dark. So she at least wants to hold your hand. If she wants to sit in the back, she probably wants to do more.”
“How much more?” Ron asked, looking nervous.
“How much did you kiss tonight?” Harry asked.
Ron turned into a beet but answered, “Quite a bit towards the end.”
Hermione tried to keep a straight face. “She probably wants to do more then.” Ron looked even more anxious, so Hermione put her hand over his. “Don’t worry. Just put your arm around her and hold her hand. You didn’t have any problems kissing her, you’re not going to have any problems with anything else. Just be yourself.”
“If she snogs your face off, find out if she wearing a bra,” Harry suggested.
“Harry!” Hermione chided. “Don’t listen to him, Ron. Do whatever makes you happy.”
“That sounds pretty happy,” Ron countered.
Hermione laughed. “If she’s into it, then go for it.”
Ron's jaw dropped. “What has Snape done to you?”
Hermione shrugged. “If you don’t want my advice, don’t take it. I'd better wake up Snape and put him to bed—it’s getting late. Goodnight, you two.”
“‘Night, Hermione,” they both said back.
“Did she just say she was going to wake up Snape so he could go to sleep?” Ron asked Harry when she was gone.
“That’s what I heard too.”
“She’s completely mental,” Ron muttered, licking the frosting off his fork.
“Yeah, but she gives good advice about girls.”
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Snape spent his days in his lab and his nights in her bed. It was a comfortable arrangement. He asked her to spend the whole weekend at his house, and she kissed him and said she’d tell Harry and Ron she wouldn’t be back until Monday.
He took her home on Friday afternoon and fucked her until she couldn’t talk anymore. She fell asleep before ten, and he didn’t have the heart to wake her up when he went to take a bath. She looked too peaceful (if he discounted the giant rat’s nest her hair had become after rolling around the bed all day). He took the opportunity to soak his back in the hot water.
When he got back to the bedroom, she was hugging his pillow, her head at such an odd angle she was snoring. He eased the pillow out of her arms and got under the sheets with her. Pulling her arm back over him, he set her head on his chest, the way she usually slept.
It was dark and quiet, and he was glad to have the distraction of her breathing. Kissing the top of her head, he smoothed her hair back from her face the best he could. It was going to take her an hour to brush it all out when she woke up. He smirked, remembering the way she'd thrashed beneath him to get it that in that state.
“Love you,” he whispered.
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Hermione was sitting in Snape’s chair with one of his books when the knock at the door came. “Draco’s here,” she called upstairs.
“I’m not deaf. Let him in,” Snape muttered.
Hermione shook her head, smiling. He’d been working in his lab earlier and had come back in a foul mood. She tried to kiss him out of it, which at least got a grudging smile out of him, but he was still snarky as hell.
She pulled open the door. Draco was standing on the stoop, looking over his shoulder as if worried he’d be attacked.
He turned to her and grinned. “Granger! Bloody hell, I’d forgotten how big your hair was.”
“Shut up,” she said, grinning back. “Come in.”
“I can’t believe Snape lives here,” Draco said, looking revolted. “There’s a crazy beggar woman in the street yelling at a dead cat.”
She shut the door behind him and peeked out the window. “Oh, she’s not crazy, or homeless. She lives down the street. And that cat’s not dead. It’s just a heavy sleeper.”
Draco laughed and peered out the window next to her. “So you’re already befriending the riffraff?”
“She’s not riffraff. She’s just a little eccentric.”
Draco looked around and raised one eyebrow. “This looks like your kind of place, Granger. You know, if it had like . . . five thousand more books.”
She smiled and went to him, gripping him in a tight hug. “I missed you too.”
Draco looked down at her curly head in surprise then awkwardly hugged her back. “Okay . . . thank you very much.” He relaxed when she let him go. “So,” he whispered, waggling his eyebrows, “has he popped the question yet?”
She grinned and pinched his arm. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s upstairs waiting for you. Go on. First door on the right.”
His pointed face was suddenly trepidatious. “I’ll see you in bit.”
“You want me to go with you?”
He shrugged but didn’t say no.
“Wanna see my bum?”
The worried look snapped off his face, and Hermione laughed at how easy it was to distract him. She guided him to the stairs. “Go on. He’s just going to have you practice on some pillows first. You’ll be fine.”
“I do want to see your bum."
“Then take down my knickers later and look,” she shot back with a cheeky smirk.
Draco looked shocked for a second then highly amused.
Snape called down from the top of the stairs, “Stop teasing Draco, love. He’s not going to be able to concentrate.”
Hermione smiled up at Snape. “Don’t do anything fun without me.”
Severus shook his head. “I guarantee you, you’re the only fun thing in this house. Stop stalling, Draco. I haven’t got all day.”
Hermione smiled and settled back into the chair to read her book. It was very distracting listening to them for the next couple of hours. She felt sorry for that pillow.
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“Miss Granger,” Snape called down the stairs. “We’re ready for you.”
Hermione smiled and hopped out of the chair. Her stomach was doing the cha cha, and she wasn’t even the one who was going to get it first. She was nervous for Draco and incredibly turned on at the same time. Edging into the extra bedroom, she bit her lips to keep the smile off her face. Draco was slouched in the chair, which had been moved to the center of the room where the bench usually sat. The bench had been pushed between the corner and the foot of the bed. Hermione went and sat next to Snape on the bed. She’d worn shorts that day, and he laid one hand on her bare thigh, squeezing it lightly and making her squirm.
“Are you ready, pet?”
“If Draco is.”
Draco nodded at her, but she could tell he was worried.
“You and I have already discussed what you may and may not do, but I reserve the right to make any changes as we go along. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Get undressed, Draco.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide as saucers; she looked at Snape as if he'd gone mad.
Snape gave her a sarcastic stare back. “Humiliation is part of the punishment. And if you don’t think he’s going to ask you to take off your clothes, then you’ve learned nothing about Slytherins. He’s lucky I’m not making him do this in front of a room full of strangers.”
Hermione turned to look at Draco, who was unbuttoning his dress shirt as if it was no big deal. What is up with Slytherins dressing like they're going to the office in the middle of summer? She wasn’t complaining, it just seemed a little abrupt. Draco stood to remove his shirt and then looked around, not knowing what to do with it.

“Here,” Hermione said, holding out her hand. He handed it to her, and she laid it out neatly on the bed next to her.
He sat back down and removed his shoes and socks then handed them over to Hermione for safe keeping. Draco felt as if he were going to be sick, but he kept a careful look of disinterest on his face. He didn’t want Granger to know how scared he was, and he definitely didn’t wan’t Snape to know (although, he had a feeling the older man saw through his facade). It was very different taking off your clothes because you wanted to and taking them off because you were about to get beaten. At least with Granger sitting there staring at him, he could pretend, in some tiny part of his mind, that he was getting undressed for her.
Snape unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up. The move wasn’t lost on the boy. The blond eyed Snape as if watching a sleeping snake for movement. Having Hermione there would add to his confusion, especially once the well-meaning girl started trying to “calm” him. His inevitable response to her would only serve to confuse him more. Whether he wanted it or not, arousal would become part of the pain.
Draco tried to keep his eyes on either Hermione or nothing. Thinking about what Snape was going to do to him left his mouth dry and his stomach hollow. Hermione was staring at him as if he were part stripper, part side-show attraction. She didn’t seem to know whether to be turned on or petrified. Her eyes were glued to his hands as he undid his belt and trousers. He couldn’t decide if he should be embarrassed that he was getting hard for a punishment or embarrassed that he wasn’t rock hard for her.
Snape rose from the bed and walked to the door, leaning against the frame as Malfoy handed his trousers and boxers to Hermione.
“Face the wall,” he said, nodding at the blank space to his left.
Draco tried to look bored as he turned and did as Snape said.
Hermione watched all of it with bated breath. Except for the time Draco got the paddle, she’d never seen anyone else go through what she went through. She felt a little guilty, because she knew if she were in Draco’s place, she’d be shaking like a leaf. How did he stay so bloody calm? Does he honestly not care that he’s the only one naked? Glancing down at her own shorts and t-shirt, she was extremely grateful for their protection.
“Hands on the wall,” Severus drawled. “Feet apart.”
Draco locked his jaw and kept his eyes forward. He wondered what Granger was thinking right then.
“I’ll give you five minutes to collect yourself and think about what’s to come,” Severus said evenly. “Oh, and, Draco—” his eyes slid down to Draco’s growing erection—“don’t get my wall wet.”
Malfoy’s jaw bulged as he ground his teeth together. Don’t react. He’s just trying to upset you.
They all heard a knock at the front door. Draco stopped breathing; Hermione froze. Snape looked annoyed. “Who the bloody hell can that be?”
He started toward the stairs then leaned back into the room. “Don’t move, Draco.”
When Snape went down the stairs, Hermione crept to the door to find out who it was. Draco seemed ready to jump out of his skin. Giving him and encouraging smile, she put her hand over his on the wall and mouthed, “it’s okay,” as Snape opened the door downstairs.
“What?” Snape growled to the visitor.
Hermione heard Harry’s voice say something back. She went out to the top of the stairs to peer down at them.
Snape looked up at her. “It’s for you.”
Hermione jogged down, smiling at a wary Harry standing on the stoop. “Harry! What’re you doing here?” Snape went back upstairs.
Harry threw a nervous glance over his shoulder and leaned on the doorframe. “Just stopped by to invite you to the Weasley’s tomorrow night . . . say, do you know there’s a crazy lady yelling at a dead cat out here? This neighborhood seems kind of dodgy.”
She let out the tension she’d been holding in since Draco stared unbuttoning his shirt and laughed. “That cat’s not dead, and why didn’t you just owl me?”
“We were at Fred and George’s, and I thought it would be easier to just pop over. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked with a smirk. “You both still seem to be dressed.”
“You don’t want to know. What about the Weasleys tomorrow?”
“Oh right. Tomorrow night the Weasleys are having a sort of outdoor picnic, dinner-party thing. Lots of people from the Order. Neville and Luna will be there. Just wanted to let you know. Ron and I will probably head over at four or so to help, but no one will get there till about five-thirty.”
“Is Severus invited?”
Harry had the decency to wipe the shocked look off his face after a couple seconds. “Uh . . . yeah, sure. Do you mean . . . uh . . . you’re going to come with him?”
“I don’t want to go if he doesn’t.”
Harry nodded slowly. “Okay, I just . . . um . . . are you ready for everyone to know that you two are . . . together?”
Hermione shrugged. “Of course.”
“Is he?”
She looked over her shoulder toward the stairs. “I’ll ask him later.”
“All right. You do know that everyone might not be as . . . accepting of him as we are, don't you? I mean, bloody hell, Hermione, we’re not even that happy about it . . . and we love you.”
Hermione nodded. “If they don’t accept Severus then they don’t accept me.”
Harry was a little taken aback, but he nodded blankly. “All right. I’m behind you.”
She smiled and hugged him quickly.
He blinked in surprise then hugged her back. “I’m sure Ron will be too. With a little convincing. Oh, Ingrid is coming. Ron’s going out with her again tonight.”
Hermione pulled back and looked at him. “What are you going to do tonight?”
Harry grinned. “I’m going to the Burrow to help Ginny and Mrs. Weasley make a cake for the party.”
“Oh, that’s good.” She tried not to laugh at his grin. “Going to show Ginny what you’ve been reading?”
Harry went red but smiled at the ground. “Maybe . . . if I can get her alone.”
“Good luck.”
Harry nodded and waved. “See you tomorrow . . . or Monday if you can’t talk Snape into it.”
Hermione waved. “‘Kay, See you. Tell Ron not to come home with popcorn in his trousers again.”
Harry laughed and headed toward the alley.
Hermione locked the front door and jogged back upstairs. Draco still had his hands on the wall, and he gave her a brief look of desperation. Snape was sitting on the bed with his arms folded, seemingly bored. He raised one eyebrow when she came through the door.
“So,” she said, grinning at them both, “Harry says hi.”
Draco looked sick.
Snape smirked. “Did I hear you making plans for us?”
Hermione walked over and stood with her knee touching his. “Wanna go to a party with me tomorrow?”
“I don’t do parties, Miss Granger.”
She stood closer, running her hand along his shoulder. “It’s all people you know.”
“Then I certainly don’t want to go.”
Hermione smiled and slipped her fingers into his hair, running her thumbnail along his scalp. “I have a nice, new, pretty, summer dress to wear.”
“Then go put it on. No one’s stopping you.”
She wouldn’t be put off. “We don’t have to stay all night. Just long enough for me to show you off.”
Severus snorted. “Nice try.”
Hermione leaned a little closer, putting her chest in front of his face. “I’ll wear those knickers you like under my dress . . . and I’ll let you see them whenever you fancy.”
Snape bit her nipple through her clothes, making her giggle and press into him. “No knickers and you have a deal.”
Hermione flashed him a scandalized look. “Severus, that dress is very light. If the wind blows wrong, everyone’s going to see everything.”
He gave her an evil grin. “Those are my terms. Take it or leave it.”
“After today my bum is going to look awful. What if someone sees?”
“Then you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”
She sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Fine, I’ll do it. But you can’t do anything to expose me to anyone.”
He squeezed her cheek through her shorts. “Never. This is mine. I don’t share.”
She gave him an amused glance then looked over her shoulder at Draco. “Then why has Draco seen my arse like twenty times?”
Snape chuckled. “Because it gets you wet, and I like watching you squirm. Besides, Draco isn’t polite company.”
Draco made a derisive noise into the wall (which only made Snape grin wider).
“Sit down, pet. Draco’s getting cold. You want to see him warmed up, don’t you?”
Hermione forgot about the party and sat beside Snape. He stood and adjusted her on the bed so she was sitting right on the edge of the mattress. What the hell is he doing?
“All right, Draco, time’s up. Come get over Miss Granger’s knee.”
Hermione’s eyes almost popped out. Draco came over and looked at her lap as if he didn’t know how to get across it.
“Stop stalling, Malfoy. There’s no way to look dignified bending over someone’s knee.”
Draco glared at him but started to get in place.
Snape stopped him. “Other way.”
Granger’s not left-handed is she? Malfoy bent over her smooth legs and gritted his teeth as his dick rubbed her bare thigh.
Hermione swallowed hard and stared down at Draco. He was thin, but he had a nice muscular arse. Well, this is interesting. His skin was like cream, and she wondered how red it was going to get in the next half hour.
Snape pulled up the chair and sat across from her, his knees touching hers. “Have you changed your mind, pet? If you want to do the honors, I’d be glad to talk you through it.”
Hermione bit her lip. “I . . . I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You haven’t ever wanted to slap Malfoy?” Snape grinned. “I know you have. Now’s your chance.”
Patting his bum with her left hand, she looked at Draco’s arse then up at Snape. “I kinda want to slap him . . . but . . . I can’t seriously spank him.”
Snape nodded. “Go ahead.”
She tapped Draco’s bum. It was a poor first attempt, but Draco’s cock twitched on her leg.
“I know you can hit harder than that,” Snape said with a smirk.
She blushed a little and brought her right hand up instead, twisting a little to smack the top of his cheek. After a few seconds, a light pink mark appeared; she hit the other cheek to make it match. The angle was strange, so she tried again with her left hand. It made a satisfying clap, and she rubbed one hand over the mark.
Draco relaxed a little. She was barely making it sting. When she slapped him again, his balls tightened, and his dick started to leak. “Granger, if you keep doing that I’m going to come on your leg.”
Hermione bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh. Snape's lips were twitching, and he gave her a nod.
“Hold him down, pet. He’s enjoying this too much.”
Hermione rested her left arm across Draco’s lower back, putting her right hand between his shoulder blades. She knew she wasn’t really strong enough to hold him down, but she could keep him from jerking up too much and try to keep him calm. The fingers of her left hand stroked his hip in an attempt to soothe him.
Snape put his left hand on Draco’s back to make sure he would stay down and gave him his first real smack. The sound made Hermione jump, and she watched with wide eyes as Snape turned Draco’s bum dark pink in ten swats.
It looked really nice; her knickers were getting wet, and her heart was hammering. She nervously stroked between Draco’s shoulder blades with her thumb.
Malfoy hissed through his teeth. That was the sharp burn he’d been expecting. His body flexed in response, fighting the sting.
“That was about a five on a scale of ten,” Snape commented. “The next will be harder. How many do you think you’d like to give Miss Granger?”
Draco squeezed one hand into a fist. He wouldn’t be telling Snape how many he wanted to give Granger, he’d be telling Snape how many to give him. “I guess . . . twenty.”
“I’ll give you ten more at about a seven or eight and the last ten at what I would consider a real punishment intensity. I’ll give you a break in between. Ready?”
Draco nodded.
Snape slapped his arse. “I said ready?”
“Yes,” Draco said out loud.
“Yes, what?”
Draco saw red for a second. “Yes, sir,” he hissed.
“Better.” He laid on the next ten with a little more force. Draco’s bum was getting much brighter.
Hermione swallowed hard, watching the skin in front of her change colors. She counted each hit in her head and relaxed when he got to ten.
“You can rub his arse for a minute, Miss Granger.”
Her hand was shaking as she set it on Draco’s bum. It was extremely warm. She rubbed him softly, hoping she wasn’t making it worse.
Draco was getting worried about those last ten swats. If that was a seven or eight, I’m going to lose it when he starts again. My arse is on fire. Granger’s petting wasn’t helping things. It felt good, which only reawakened his cock.
Snape brushed away her hand and got into a better position, leaning in and pressing down on Malfoy’s back. The first hit made his hand sting, and he made the next nine even harder. Draco jerked but didn’t cry out. We’ll see how dry your eyes are when you get up.
Hermione cringed until the slapping stopped then went right back to rubbing Draco’s bum. He was breathing hard, and she heard a quiet sniff. Snape was already up and putting the chair back in the middle of the room. Bloody hell, what’s he going to do to him next? “Are you all right, Draco?”
He nodded.
Snape folded his arms and watched Draco wipe his face. “Which would you prefer next, the strap, the paddle, or the cane?”
Fuck! Draco was starting to have second thoughts about what he’d agreed to. How does Granger stand this? “I don’t care,” he muttered.
Hermione’s hand went still. “Yes, you do. You want the strap next.”
Snape grinned. No, let’s give him the cane first, while he can still feel it.
“You haven’t suddenly become a sadist, have you, Granger?”
She stroked his back, petting him like a cat. “No. The strap is maybe the lesser of the three evils.”
He smirked at the floor. “All right then. The strap.”
“Very well,” Snape nodded. “Get up and put your hands on the seat of the chair.”
Draco moved slowly. When he finally stood, he saw the wet shine his leaking cock had left on her thigh. She was looking at it too, and then back at his dick. “Sorry, Granger.”
She smiled at him and shrugged as if she didn’t care then went for her wand to clean it off.
“Leave it, Miss Granger. It’s Draco’s mess, he’ll clean it. Lick it off, Malfoy.”
Hermione was embarrassed for Draco but sat still while he glared at Snape. He finally sank down on one knee and licked the wet spot off her leg.
It wasn’t as if he’d never tasted it before, he’d just never been forced to lick his own pre-cum off another person. On the plus side, Granger tasted nice. On the minus side, it was fucking humiliating.
“Good, boy,” Snape said cruelly. “Now, get in position.”
Draco gave Snape a death-stare as he walked to the chair and put his palms on the seat. He could see Hermione out of the corner of his eye; she seemed nervous.
“How many stokes would you like to give Miss Granger with the strap?”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is torture. “Five,” he ground out.
“Only five?” Snape smirked. “Hmm. Let’s make them increasing in strength. The strap is so versatile. It can feel almost like the slap of a hand or it can leave you gasping in pain. It’s heavier than a belt, and that extra weight can be used to produce a variety of responses. Can’t it, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco felt the leather on his bum, tapping and marking where it would land. There was a second of its absence, and then a heavy thud stung both his cheeks at once. It wasn’t terrible, but it did cover a lot and leave a wide band of heat in its wake.
“A hit like that leaves Miss Granger quite wet,” Snape commented. “But then again, she begs me for the belt, so maybe she’s just partial to leather.”
The next hit was harder; Draco winced. He could understand why Granger preferred it over the paddle. It hurt, but the warmth it produced was slowly sinking into his cock. He was glad Snape was behind him and Granger was the only witness to his twitching erection.
Snape laid on the next lick medium hard and watched him tense for a second. Draco probably wouldn’t cry out loud no matter how much pain he was in. Most wizards didn’t. He might go home and bawl into his pillow, but he wouldn’t do it while he was there. Tears weren’t really Snape’s goal with Draco. Making sure he understood what it was like for another person was. He’d know if he'd gotten through by the way Draco handled Hermione when it was her turn.
The next whack made Draco gasp. He quickly sealed his lips and breathed through his nose.
“Last one,” Snape announced, tapping at Draco’s arse. The leather whistled softly though the air then made a loud thudding clap over both cheeks.
“Fuck!”
Hermione was up off the bed, giving Snape a worried look
Snape nodded at her. “Go ahead.”
Hermione went to Draco and stroked his back. “It’s over. You okay?”
Draco kept his head down but nodded. Hermione kissed his shoulder, running one hand over his arse. His cock jumped like an excited puppy, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to talk some sense into it.
“Are you leaving your remaining choices to Miss Granger again?” Snape asked.
Draco shrugged.
Hermione crouched down where he could see her. His eyes were red, and she realized he’d been trying to hide that. She put her hand over his. “It’s all right, I know.” Turning to Snape, she gave him a pleading look. “Are you going to use the big paddle or the little one?”
“Both.”
She bit her lip and looked at Draco. “Take the little one next.”
He nodded. Hermione kissed his arm again and stood protectively at his side, petting his stinging skin.
“Give him another minute . . . then the little paddle.”
“As you wish.”
Snape let her rub Draco’s backside while he wandered over to the shelf for the small wooden paddle.
Hermione waited until his back was turned then ran her fingers down Draco’s sac. His body went rigid as she cupped his bollocks. Draco looked back at her, and she held her finger to her lips. She went back to rubbing his cheeks as soon as Snape turned around.
Draco appreciated a good bollock petting as much as the next bloke, but her fondling just left his brain spinning.
Severus motioned for her to finish and got in place for the next round. “How many?”
“Five.”
Snape grinned. “That’s not enough for you to practice with. You need at least ten to make sure you’ve got the dynamics down.”
It’s a bloody piece of wood; how complicated can it be? “Fine. Ten.”
Snape started slowly and not too hard. “The smaller surface area compacts that sting, doesn’t it?” When he got to five, he suddenly increased the strength and speed. Draco was flinching away and hissing by the end. “For such a small implement, it’s very effective.”
Hermione wanted to hug Draco, but he didn’t look ready for that.
“I’ll take the cane next,” Draco ground out. “I remember your other paddle pretty vividly.”
Snape grinned at Draco’s back. “Good choice.” He made a show of choosing a cane then picked two and held them up for Draco’s approval. “One thick, one thin. You’ll take six with each . . . unless you’d like more.”
Draco sneered and shook his head.
“I didn’t think so. We’ll start with the thin one. Grab your knees.”
Draco breathed out an angry growl, but did as he was told.
“Legs a bit wider. Better. I want you to count each stroke and thank me. Is that clear?”
Draco didn’t bother opening his jaw to speak. “Yes, sir.”
Snape measured out the length of the cane and stood so it would fall evenly across Draco’s cheeks. He tapped at the red backside before him. He’d done outstanding work. Malfoy’s pale skin was a deep, even red that would soon bear the lines of the cane.
Whoosh crack!
Hermione jumped, but Draco stayed perfectly still.
“One,” he growled. “Thank you, sir.”
The thin cane was more sting, less thud, and Snape gave him little time between strokes, increasing the snap of his wrist with each swing. He could hear the strain in Malfoy’s voice though. The sting would make his eyes water.
“Six. Thank you, sir.”
Snape switched canes and tapped the heavy rod against Draco’s lined flesh. “I’ll give you three medium hard and three of the best. Start your counting over.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t move,” Snape said in a silky warning then flicked his wrist and snapped the cane into Draco’s backside.
Draco hissed. “One. Thank you, sir.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sting was still growing, and Draco dug his fingers into his leg. Fuck!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Just do it already!
Whoosh crack!
“Fuck! Two. Thank you, sir.”
“We can do without the language, Mr. Malfoy.”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap.
Whoosh crack.
Draco bit back the "fuck" from his lips and just grunted. “Three. Thank you, sir.”
“Go put your hands on the bed. I want Miss Granger to see your face.”
“Oh, I can see him from here,” Hermione said, trying to save Draco some embarrassment.
“Move, Draco.” Snape tapped Draco's leg with the cane.
Draco stood up stiffly then made the stilted walk to the bed. He put his hands next to Hermione’s hip and stared resolutely at her thigh.
Snape placed two fingers on Draco’s cheek and prodded the red skin to check his work.
Malfoy’s face flamed even hotter. Granger's hand slipped over his and squeezed; it actually did make him feel better.
Snape tapped Draco’s bottom, right in the sweet spot. The remaining three would last the boy a whole week at least. He tapped out his place, gradually bringing the cane back further to make sure he was still on the mark.
Whoosh crack!
“Dammit!” Draco shouted. Hermione squeezed his hand tighter. “What fucking number are we on?”
“Four,” Hermione whispered.
Snape was already tapping again. “That’s an extra one for talking out of turn.” He gave Draco another hard lick.
“Four! Thank you, sir!"
Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Pause. Tap.
Whoosh crack!
Draco growled. “Five. Thank you, sir."
Tap. Pause. Tap. Pause. Tap.
Oh God.
Whoosh crack!
Draco’s leg jerked as the pain hit. “Six. Thank you, sir.”
Hermione rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. She didn’t want to see any more; she wanted to hug Draco and make him feel better.
“Give him a break,” she begged Snape.
“I’ll give you five minutes. All that’s left is the larger paddle.”
Hermione put her arm around Draco’s shoulders and whispered, “Don’t listen to him. You don’t have to think about that yet. Tell me you’re okay.”
He nodded and whispered, “I’m okay, Granger.”
“Your arms are shaking.”
He nodded. “I’m okay.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I promise I’ll help you feel better when it’s over.”
“How do you fucking stand this, Granger?”
“It’s scary while it’s happening, but after a while the adrenaline kicks in, and I feel kind of high.”
“I don’t feel high. I feel sick.”
“How many are you going to take with the paddle?”
“One.”
Hermione slapped her hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh out loud. “You want me to rub your bum?”
“Not unless your hands are made of ice.”
Hermione buried her face in Draco’s shoulder and snorted. “I’m sorry. I feel really bad for you, I swear.”
“I can tell by the snort.”
She stroked his back. “You want me to talk him out of the paddle?”
He managed a small smile. “No, I don’t want to wind up at a party without my knickers.”
Hermione smiled. “Got him to go, didn’t I?”
He looked at her. “You bargain like a Hufflepuff.”
She put her lips to his ear so Snape couldn’t possibly hear. “Who said I planned to wear my knickers in the first place?”
He turned his head and raised a pointed blond eyebrow. “If that’s true, then you bargain like a Slytherin, and I’m going to be dancing at your wedding before the month is out.”
She gave him a warning look, glancing at Snape. “Shut up.”
Malfoy grinned. Her damn whispering and petting were making his cock twitch.
Snape glared at their giggling and folded his arms over his chest. He was feeling left out . . . and in his own house . . . with his own witch. “This is supposed to be a punishment,” he growled.
Hermione squeezed Draco’s hand and winked at him. She walked over to Snape and gave him a shy smile.
“What is it, Miss Granger?”
Biting her lip, she glanced down at her shorts and squirmed a little.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her shorts then back at her face. “Do you need something, pet?”
“May I go change my knickers, sir?”
Severus had no idea what she was playing at. “Why?”
She sighed as if he were thick. “They’re wet, sir.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re knickers are always wet.” Her blush was charming, and Snape smirked. “Show me.”
Hermione blushed brighter, glancing back at Draco. Her hands went to her zip, and she opened her shorts. Shimmying them down her hips a little, she met Snape’s eye and took his hand, pressing it to her damp crotch. His nostrils flared as he pressed her knickers into her cleft.
“You seem to be having a nice afternoon,” he quipped.
She nodded, gnawing at her lip. “Please, sir.”
“Please what?”
“May I come?”
“When I’m done with Draco.”
She nodded again. “Yes, sir. How much longer?”
“Not long.”
“May I touch myself?”
He had a feeling she was trying to distract him. “When I paddle Draco, you may.”
“Am I allowed to come?”
“Not until it’s over.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, sir. As soon as it’s over?”
Snape smirked. “Yes.”
“Thank you, sir.” She smiled then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
Severus watched her practically skip back to the bed then primly sit with her hands in her lap as though she were waiting to meet the Queen.
“Are you ready to go on, Draco?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Draco answered, wondering what the hell that had been about.
“You know what the paddle feels like already. How many do you think you need to practice on Miss Granger?”
Draco thought very hard about that. He wanted to say one, but he didn’t think Snape would let him get away with it. “Three.”
Snape considered that. “You can’t practice enough with three. I’ll give you six but only three will be hard. The first three will be a warm up.”
Like I’m not warm enough. “Yes, sir.’
Snape took the paddle off the shelf and stood behind Draco. As soon as he did, Hermione leaned back and pushed her hand into her panties. Severus gave her an amused look. She wasn’t moving her hand. She was poised at the starting line, waiting for him to swing the paddle. He gave Malfoy a light swat, and she started rubbing her clit, her jaw dropping as she took in a shaky breath. She held Snape’s gaze as she started to pant softly.
Draco stared at her in shock. He couldn’t tell if she was trying to distract Snape or him . . . or if she just wanted to come. Whatever the answer, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Snape snapped back to the moment and gave Draco another swat. At the sound of the paddle, Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out an almost silent moan. Her eyes opened again to flash Snape a desperate look.
Severus tore his gaze away so he could finish the task before him. He gave the last easy swat and heard her breathing change. He watched her for half a minute before finally forcing himself to look away. Draco took the first hard hit with a hiss, and Snape saw his back flex. Just two more. Don’t lose count.
Hermione sank her teeth into her lower lip and groaned softly. She made sure her hand was holding her knickers away from her slit so he would hear how wet she was. The pop of wood on flesh made her jump, and she whimpered. “Please, sir.”
“Keep quiet, Miss Granger.” Or at least don’t talk. Your pussy’s speaking loudly enough for you. He had to focus on this last hit. Draco hadn’t made a sound with that last one.
Pop!
Hermione’s fingers sped up, and she sealed her lips tight as she came, her groan muffled but still loud. Her hips twitched in concert with her climax. She knew they were both staring at her, and she smiled as she sank back onto the bed, her body ringing with aftershocks.
Severus went from an adrenaline fueled half-hard to a full salute. Draco’s probably leaking all over the floor by now. He put the paddle back on the shelf and pulled the chair to the wall before falling into it. “You’re done, Draco. Get up whenever you want. If you can.”
Hermione sat up, staring at Severus as she pulled her wet fingers from her slit. “May I put cream on his arse?”
Snape shrugged. “Do whatever you like.”
She gave him a mischievous grin. “Yes, sir.”
“You should make him lick your fingers clean first. I’m sure that orgasm was half his.”
Hermione smiled and flopped down on her side in front of Draco. “Want some?” she asked, wiggling her fingers playfully.
Draco smirked at her and grabbed her hand, sucking her fingers clean. Hermione’s smile faded as his tongue worked its way around the digits. She wanted to shove her whole hand in his mouth.
“Want me to make you feel better?” she whispered.
He raised one eyebrow.
“Can you stand?”
Draco was curious what she had in mind. Slowly, he managed to stand. His arse was aching and throbbing, but she was staring at his dick as if it were time for dessert. He’d stand if he had to.
Hermione sat up and put her feet on either side of his on the floor. Hands on the back of his knees, she ran her fingers up his hamstrings until she felt the heat of his bum. She looked up at him and smiled. “Does that hurt?”
Draco slowly shook his head.
Her hands took a circuitous route to his dick; she went down and around, rubbing up the front of his thighs then back down. When her fingers tickled up to his balls, his dick turned to granite. She smiled at it, cupping his sac, plying his scrotum as though she was teasing dough. He couldn’t believe that she was touching him like that and that Snape was letting her. There had been no talk of sex when they’d discussed the arrangement.
Hermione teased his bollocks with one hand and his cock with the other. The tip was leaking like an old sink; she grazed her fingertips up and down his length, watching his dick jump. When he started panting, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked.
“Fuck, Granger! What are trying to do to me?”
She smiled up at him and tapped at his inner thighs. “Spread you legs for me.”
Draco’s eyes got a lot wider, and Hermione held in a laugh. He did as she asked. Putting one hand in her knickers, she lubed it in her own juice. After displaying her wet fingers for him to see, she put one slick digit to his hole. He grunted louder, his hand threading into hair.
Draco was fighting not to rub his cock all over her face and come. Her finger slipped inside him, and he hissed. The hand on his cock went still; she let go. “Fuck! Please, Granger!”
Hermione eased her finger deeper, watching his dick jump and jerk in front of her face. He was panting and grunting nonstop. Curling her finger, she found his prostate and wiggled against it. Draco’s hips jerked forward, finding no friction. She smiled up at him again and then rubbed her cheek along his length like a cat.
“Fuck!”
She didn’t stop, nuzzling his cock and fingering his prostate. When he groaned, she circled his shaft with her free hand and pumped him while she ran his head over her cheek.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered.
She nodded and kept going.
Draco lost it, spilling himself along the side of her jaw and into her hair. It was the best orgasm he’d had in weeks.
Hermione dug under his pile of clothes for her wand and cleaned her hair and face. Taking his hand, she pulled him toward the bed. “Lie down. I’ll get the cream.”
He looked dazed, nodding as if he would do anything she said.
Hermione got up and let him take the bed. Snape was sitting very still, watching her. She smiled at him and then dug around in the dresser for the cream.
Snape came over and opened the drawer above hers and pulled out the jar. “Looking for this?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“What did you do to him?” he asked, sounding more curious than angry.
She smiled. “Couldn’t you see?”
He gave a small nod. “I could see half of it.”
“I didn’t lick him,” she whispered.
“You jerked him off?”
“I rubbed him against my cheek.”
Snape was slightly surprised but mostly amused. “The outside of your cheek?”
Hermione grinned. “Yes.”
“That was very creative, pet. Give me a replay later.”
Hermione nodded. “Can we eat before you two use me for target practice? I’m hungry.”
He chuckled. “If you like. Take care of Draco—I’ll get the food ready.”
Hermione unscrewed the jar and sat down by Draco’s hip. He was flopped on his belly as if he would never move again.
Snape turned at the door. “Don’t heal him. He needs to know what it’s like to live with that.”
Hermione nodded. “No healing. Got it.”
He left, and Hermione tapped the jar with her wand. “He didn’t say anything about no numbing. This wont last, but it’ll get you through dinner.”
“You’re a bloody saint, Granger.”
“Keep that in mind when it’s my turn later.”
“I’ll never forget it.”
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