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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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WARNING:
I rarely have to give them in my chapters but this one needs it - badly. Following the name of the story, I made characters to make quite a few mistakes that in real life can be DANGEROUS. I'll list those mistakes below the chapter!
Bridle

Feather light touch cajoled him out of the pleasant nothingness of sleep. Hermione’s face hovered over his.
- You are staring again. – he mumbled
- We established that staring is well within my rights to do so. – she smiled softly – You healed my back. –
- I did, skin began to bruise on places. Walking around with raw skin on your back is not the most pleasant experience you may have. –
- Did you have such experience? –
- I did, but the circumstances were different. – he didn’t want to think about it, he worked so hard on forgetting it, all of it, and yet it all stayed with him, buried deep down. Removed out of sight, shoved under the rug, but not forgotten.
- I’m sorry. –
- For? –
- For, … I don’t know what to name first… Forcing you to participate, I guess, in all of this. –
- It is not such a bad deal. Not what would I choose out of my volition, but not that bad... –
- How so? –
- For one, I had a chance to experience how it feels to be with the same woman, more than once. Secondly, now I can say how it is to be with a witch. Never underestimate the power of new experience. -
- Even so… -
- Granger, long time ago I learn to adjust to the situation and take the best of it to my advantage. –
- How can my … deprived proclivities … or curiosity be of any advantage to you. I am not experienced, you are teaching me! –
- Yes, that seems to be my eternal damnation, ending up under the barrage of your questions. – he smirked, amused with her babbling. She looked at him with hurt eyes but then she smiled
- You are joking with me. –
- Too bad I can’t award points for the level of shrewdness you express, Granger. – she snuggled next to him and sighed, feeling of uneasy worrying shortened his breath – What is the problem Kitten? –
- I, … I tried to figure out myself. To understand my needs. To understand me. I failed, profoundly. – she sighed – I need to understand… I woke up and my back was healed, it bothered me on some level. It hurt, and I questioned my sanity, my mind, Severus! My only equity! But I loved it, and hate it. – she drew the meaningless lines over his chest, tickling him with the tips of her fingers – Sometimes I daydream about it, about that… pain … on my back. About being bound. What is wrong with me? –
- Nothing. Different people deal with consequences of war, with stress, in different ways. Yours is just a bit more peculiar, not so unusual. –
- But… I was captured! I was subdued, cruccioed! What I crave goes against all that. –
- Does it? There is nothing wrong in wishing to be bound. It is quite normal for someone like you. – he pulled back, leaning on the headboard and she used his lap as her pillow – Many muggles on demanding positions have the same proclivities. It is more common than you think. –
- I don’t understand. I read the books but realisation still eludes me. –
- You always were the responsible one, carrying the weight of decision making on your shoulders. You care for others, you fight their battles. When does it end? You run and still beat yourself up for being selfish, even if you’re not. –
- What’s that have to do with my desire to be … -
- Released of any responsibility? – he trailed the arch of her brow with one finger and she melted into his touch – I can talk and talk, the best way to make you understand is if I show you. –
- Would you? – her eyes shone bright, pleadingly
- I was planning that for the library, we got … sidetracked. – he smiled – Hermione, you must tell me if it gets too intense for you. Wishing, daydreaming and being bound are two different things. –
- I know and I will. – she sounded eager – Ummm, just one question… -
- Yes? – he rolled his eyes, emphasising it with a loud sigh, she giggled
- What was the thing you used, in the library, the buzzing thing inside me? –
- Kitten, are you sure you read the books I gave you? – he laughed – Try and guess. –
- Is it wizarding or muggle product? –
- The muggle one, you will be living among muggles after all. –
- One thing comes to mind, but it felt too big, I thought they are … smaller. –
- It is not big at all. But position makes all the difference. You are thinking too linear, think about physics, physiology and basic muscle dynamics. –
- It still feels big, well not big as much as hard, not unpleasant just not totally pleasant either. –
- We can remove it, or … leave it and use it. –
- Leave it! – she crinkled her nose
- Kneel on the edge of the bed. – he chuckled and she hopped, crawling to the edge
- Will you stay dressed? –
- Yes, why? –
- I feel awkward if you are fully dressed like I’m taking and not giving you anything. Like I’m using you. –
- You are using me, Kitten. As I said before, it is pleasure to be used by you. As for not giving, you are giving more than you can imagine. –
- I do not cope well with humiliation. – she added out of the blue and that made him pause for a second
- Who mentioned anything about that? – he picked black ropes
- Well, I read… -
- Are you planning to ask questions through entire experience? –
- No, I’ll stop as soon as satisfy my curiosity. –
- Hmmm. – he took the cord and fold it in half measuring the length – Turn around, Kitten, fold your hands one over the other on your back. – he waited until she followed the instruction – Are your shoulders in a comfortable position? – she nodded
He took the rope and encircled her chest along with arms, just above the line of her breasts, pulling the free ends through the loop. He tugged the rope and run a finger beneath it, checking if he fixed it properly but not too tight. Fixing the interloped ropes on her spinal column he encircled her once more, this time below the breast line, pulling it through newly created lope and tugging upward. He checked once again. Her breath was bit faster but excitement rolled inside her. Hermione’s arms were tightly sealed next to her body now, he tossed the rope over her right shoulder.
- Stand up, I’ll help you. – he held the loose rope end with one hand and encircled her waist with other, tugging her gently off the bed, she wiggled and leant on him, using him to balance herself until she was standing, he lead her few paces from the bed – Stand still. –
Now facing her, he tugged once again checking if rope loosened or moved during the shuffle. Satisfied, he tugged on the rope ends, waving them under upper ropes, above and under lower ropes and above upper ropes, tossing the loose ends over her left shoulder, creating a V-shape between her breasts. Waking to her back, he pulled the ends around the formed knot on her back and tossed them again above her right shoulder. Taking care to position the rope properly, avoiding the throat line, he repeated the motion in opposite direction. This time he pulled the ends beneath the ropes on her back and pulled them up enveloping her crossed arms just above the wrists. He encircled her arms again, checking occasionally for tension and tightness. He waved the rope ends below and above the left horizontal line of rope, then above and over below left rope column. He tugged the rope a bit firmer, securing the space between her tied wrists and rope knot with few circles of rope, before tying it with sailor’s knot.
Walking around her he nodded with satisfaction, her breasts were decorated with pentagram above them.
- How do you feel? –
- Funny. I can’t relax my hands too much if I do that I’m choking myself. Other than that, it feels … nice? –
- Are you asking me? –
- Is it correct to use “nice” to describe how one’s feels when his hands are tied? –
- Kitten, I can’t tell you how you feel, only you know that. –
- I feel … nice. – she had the most interesting look on her face, confused, aroused and focused - Why do I feel like that? –
- Scoot back to bed, kneel and I’ll try to explain while finishing. -
She did present the sight, he had to admit. Her breasts, white and perky, framed with black silk, alluring. He had the desire to take the hardening nubs, darkened from the rush of blood, and roll them in his fingers until she started moaning, begging to take her, to release her or undo her. Instead, he placed few pillows one atop the other, making a rest for her hands, and helped her to climb on the bed.
- Lean your hands on the pillows. Kneel with your knees wide apart and rest your legs on the tips of knees and toes. – he felt silly, instructing her like that, and not a small amount of fear, his fear, filled him. He knew what he was doing, but he never did this alone, unsupervised. The strain and burden to take precaution and do everything right, not to make mistake, took something out of the game. The only genuine thing that left was his honest desire to take care of her.
Her heart was fluttering, making her feel excited and jittery, and he fought to regain control, he had no choice in the matter. Not now. Hermione was silent, focused on following instructions. He took another black rope and tapped it with his wand, doubling it in size, before folding it in two.
- Being bound is not always restricting. You can’t move but you are freer to feel. To be more honest to yourself, and to your partner. It can be quite liberating. And that is the part you like. By giving up, you take ownership of yourself. You are surrendering your burden with your freedom of movement. – he spoke softly, to himself as much as to her – I’m going to restrict your legs. There are various ways, but this is a good one for beginners. I know what you need, Kitten, but I still need your permission to do so. – she nodded.
He made a loop around her ankle and encircled her thigh three times with rope, checking all the time the position of rope and its snugness. Carefully he pulled the rope between her bind on the thigh and tighten it a bit, leaving it snug and restricting but not too tight. Makin a loose knot he extended a length of rope until he reached just above her knee, making another lope around his fingers, he held that lope in line with the one on the thigh and encircled her leg again, pulling the rope end through the makeshift loop. Then repeated the process of encircling her leg and securing the rope. Twisting the length of the cord along the line between two bounds.
- What I’m doing now, is bit advanced, but I know you can handle it and that you will appreciate it. Even so, if you start feeling discomfort, or too restricted, let me know. –
He tugged on the remaining of the rope, a good length was still unused. He pushed the remaining end between the ropes of her hand ties and her back, creating a simple but powerful lever, and repeater the leg tying process on her other leg.
- How do you feel? – she nodded – I need to hear you, Kitten. –
- Good. – she sounded dazed
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione couldn’t tell if it were the rope or his voice, chanting words that her brain soaked but didn’t really processed. She stored his words for later. Her head felt light, like a helium filled balloon, her heart drummed a fast beat in the attempt to launch itself from the rib cage. She wasn’t afraid, not in a way she was afraid during the war or her run from Ron and wizarding community.
Her inner muscles twitched, grinding against the hard curve of inactive vibrating egg, embedded in her core, clutching against it in the attempt to hold onto something solid. His fingers slid under her chin, and his worried eyes dived into hers. “Why is he so worried?”
- Kitten? – his voice was almost voiceless whisper
- I’m better than fine. What now? – that was the conundrum her melting brain couldn’t figure out. She was sure she had the idea before the ropes touched her skin, but now her mind was a blank sheet of parchment.
He continued looking in her eyes few more moments, before nodding and removing the tower of pillows away from her. “I never realised how heavy my hands are!” trying to find a place to rest her hands, she discovered that she could neatly nest them in the dip of her back. His voice folate to her
- If we neglect tying to bed, this is one of most basic positions. Quite useful for both partners. Are you comfortable? – she nodded whispering silent “yes”
His hand glided from her chin to her breasts, caressing the straining nipples and she gasped, inner muscles rolled in an attempt to crush the toy inside her, her hips grind the air. He continued playing with her nipples, ignoring her feeble attempts of movement. The softer his touch was, the stronger her muscles contracted. The entire surface of the skin was over sensitive, the slightest hint of his breath could set it aflame. His hands were barely touching her and she felt every touch with such keenness, Hermione could swear that she felt every ridge on the pads of his fingers. Closing her eyes, pitched the head back, too heavy for her neck. A Loud moan escaped her throat when his tongue left a wet trail over right nipple.
Waddling clumsily, she tried to widen her legs, and his hand caught her before she toppled to the side.
- I never gave you the permission to move. – his voice was harsh and she felt it like a blow, snapping her head straight and opening her eyes to meet his fiery gaze “Oh, Gods!” – You are not to move, unless I reposition you, or give you instruction to do so. – her heart skipped a beat – Do you wish me to untie you? – she empathically shook her head – Do you trust me to give you what you need? – his voice still sharp, she nodded – Then let me, or this all stops. - she nodded again with a whining whimper, he smiled at her - You look amazing, Kitten. –
Hermione continued looking into his eyes, her head was heavy, her eyelids were made of lead, but she fought to hold his gaze. Black eyes burning, setting fires inside her, fires in places she didn’t know she has. His fingers grazing skin here and there, until they returned to the nipples. Few more minutes passed and she was delirious, all focus turned to attempts to still her hips, which retaliated in the feverish need to feel him inside her. By now, she was sure, her inner muscles powdered the toy inside, small round piece became insufficient. He moved away and she wailed at the loss.
Nothing mattered anymore, she had no pride, no will to fight. The only thing that mattered was to feel his touch, his skin once again. There was nothing but her need and her desire. She didn’t care, maybe for the first times in many years, she didn’t care! Entire Hogwarts staff could appear in the room and she still wouldn’t care…
“Oh, yes you would!”
“Shuuuuuuuuuu…….”
“Very coherent.”
“Hnnnnnnnnnnnn...”
- Let me move you, Kitten. – his voice tugged her back to reality and out of the weirdest conversation she had with herself or anyone in her life. His hands turned her, leaning her stomach and torso on the stack of pillows, running along her shoulders and places where rope kissed her skin.
Suddenly, she was kneeling on the tips of her knees, her legs still bound in crouching position, exposing her core mercilessly. Her head flopped down the pillow stack when neck refused to support it. Breathing was still erratic, and her insides still fluttered. High pitch sound soared the moment light buzz responded to the gruelling strength of her muscles. Hot breath whispered against her labia before agile wet muscle found her clitoris. She started to thrash, twitching like she’s hooked up to high voltage. Her toes curled, giving her the notion of the so much needed movement, everything else was tightly fixed and constricting. The more she needed to move and failed, the more she focused on the sensations, sensations that overwhelmed her, suffocated her with their intensity. The thundering sound of her own blood. The black and white spots under the closed eyelids. The tremors of her muscles caught in an infinite loop.
This wasn’t just simple build of pressure which would culminate in orgasm, this was so different from anything she experienced. So different that Hermione couldn’t even name it if she had brain enough to do it. His lips leached around the throbbing flesh and sucked, tongue flipping lightly. She lost it, everything exploded at once, enhanced but distant. Almost transcendental, certainly surreal and still so far away from her. The sea of blackness engulfed her, warm and still, she basked in the fuzzy sensation.
Blackness dissipated, Hermione slowly started to realise that her limbs were finally free, someone was massaging her joints tenderly. She blinked with a satisfied purr
- Welcome back. – black eyes were tainted with a hint of amusement, a quirk of a lip suggested a small smile.
Her throat issued undefined sound. She tried to move, her limbs felt fine, slightly stiff but without tingling or pain. Fuzzy feeling still coursing through her, like possession. She tried to smile and hunt down her elusive brain.
Consciousness floated briefly in front of her before came rushing back, hitting her with a surge of adrenaline and need so strong that her body moved on its own, without consulting her brain. Brain so drenched in desire, devoid of any knowledge or clear thought, acting on the premise of primal urges. She pounced on him, so suddenly that Severus could only yelp in surprise while she toppled him.
Her hips grind along the hard line of his bulged pants, as she tried to unbutton his shirt, ripping off the buttons when they refused to go through too small holes. In the back of her mind, Hermione realised that she is acting frantic, but she was beyond care. Nothing mattered, nothing beside the need to feel him deep inside. The surprising sensation of skin to skin raised her to new levels of delirium. Reaching behind, she felt his hardness unyielding in its rigidity and shifted her hips, positioning them and then slamming back down until she felt sharp prick of his hip bone.
Her body soared up and slammed down again with wild ferocity. Every time the hard head hit her inside, like a full forced battering ram, electricity travelled up her spine, jolting her back in motion. She was still existing in that state of pure feelings, reacting only on instinct.
Her body levitated shortly, before slamming down on the soft surface of the bed, his hips pistoned at her. Black eyes scorching her with their feverish blaze, but his movements mellowed, slowed down, still fast and forceful but controlled. Keening regretfully, Hermione allowed her brain to focus on the hissing and grunting sound in her ear and fast approaching the peak of building pressure. She yearned to reach that beast lurching under the tight pale skin, but unable to reach it, all she could do was give up and give in.
Neither of them had the desire to prolong the inevitable, rushing to the finish line was a joint effort, synchronised, without the word exchanged between them. Her muscles rolled and jumped, with annunciation and his hips picked up in speed if not the ferocity. The buzz of pressure filled her when light exploded in front her eyes. She was aware of the rippling of her inner muscles around his pulsating shaft, embedded deep inside. The tremor of his stilled sharp form. Muffled yells of lips latched to her throat.
The brain returned to her, undamaged, full of information, once again - hers. They stayed still, breathing like fast runners after the dash. Joined, in what felt, more than physical sense. Finally, he rolled over, pulling her to his chest. Her limbs, her entire body felt heavy, like Earth decided suddenly to go into hyper gravity state. Something was missing, but she couldn’t figure out what.
- You pushed it out. – he chuckled, hugging her tightly, lazily she cracked her eyes open to look at his relaxed face – You hit me on the nose with it. –
- It is target hard to miss. – she tried to sound witty but her voice was sluggish, he laughed
- I can’t argue with that. –
- I want to try sex when I’m tied up next time. –
- I’m not so sure it is smart, at least in the start, you react too strongly even to the outer stimuli. –
- What happened? – she slurred the words, fighting to stay awake
- La petit mort. – he whispered kissing her forehead – Sleep. -
WARNINGS:
1) MY ENGLISH - LOL, yeah I know...but some of my descriptions can lack due to my limitations in English.
Techniques are described correctly but for better and more accurate insight GOOGLE - "pentagram bondage tutorial" for torso or "Frog tie" for legs.
2) 1st mistake - THEY DIDN'T DISCUSS THE RULES - which is highly important!
3) 2nd mistake - NO SAFETY MEASURES were taken, not really
4) 3rd mistake - SHE DIDN'T PREPARE HERSELF
5) 4th mistake - HE DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION PROPERLY!!! - he did at the beginning but then he lost focus, it's a good example in what state of mind one shouldn't tie up anybody. Even better, it shows how many mistakes can one made if he/she is forced into the role he/she don't want to partake, which is basically the reason for many of his mistakes.
6) 5th mistake - SHE DIDN'T LISTEN!!! - she never signalled to him, even if he asked her to do so, that experience is too intense, that she has BLACK SPOTS in her vision (which indicate a lack of oxygen caused by the hyperventilation in her case)
7) 6th mistake - TO ADVANCED FOR NOVICE - and it is! No matter how soft the surface is, try to lean only on hands and tip of your knees, it hurts if the period is prolonged. If not imminently due to the adrenaline rush then afterwards for sure.
8) La petite mort - or "little death" may sound like perfect ending of good sex, but I'm not so sure, not if your aim isn't to give your partner a heart-attack because you fainted, not very smart either if you are all tied up.
Wiki's definition of it (even if wiki isn't most reliable source) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_petite_mort
9) It is NOT SMART OR ADVISABLE to go for two highly intense "games" in one day - which is entirely my fault since I'm rushing to finish the story before my real life becomes too hectic once again and I don't have time for writing.
There is more but these ones are crucial, and I really want to avoid unpleasant situations for me or others, and I did have the scare of my life before. I know sometimes I do try some of the things I read about, but GOOGLE IS MY FRIEND so I advise you to adopt it as a friend as well. PERSONAL SAFETY IS ON THE FIRST PLACE - ALWAYS ;)
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