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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
- 26
- 27
- 28
Here it is, as promised.
My attempts to tweak this chapter landed me in a serious predicament, it is almost 2k words longer than I planned or originally started.
Only three more chapters to go :)
Quell

Breakfast was unusually quiet and Severus began to worry. Did she change her mind? Did she think things true and decided to back off? If so does she backing off from their “teaching” deal or from everything? He could deal without “teaching deal”, it was imposed on him. “Just convince yourself in that, if you can.” But backing off from the bond was dangerous, dangerous for her. “Why do you care, it’s her neck on the line?” When he could not endure the torture his mind put him through he looked at her.
- Granger, in what book did you find those lessons? –
- Hm? Oh, sorry, in a book I read. –
- That was extremely difficult to deduce, thank you for the enrichment, Granger. – he sneered at her – I am certain that not one book I gave you have those lessons. –
- Oh, that! No, I read that book some time ago. Before Peru. I know that you think I don’t know much, and maybe I don’t but I really did read, a lot. It just took me a while to go through the practices… -
- When? –
- When what? –
- When did you start practising? –
- About a week ago. – she blushed and lowered her eyes – I wanted to surprise you. –
His stomach tied in knots and heart jumped in his throat.
- You are aware that is not necessary? Not that I do not appreciate it, I do. But I do not want you to think like you owe me anything. –
- But I do! And yes, I know that I don’t have to respond in that kind, it is … I honestly have no idea how to say thank you clear enough. –
- You don’t do things like that to say thank you, to anyone and for anything. –
- I know that. You are not anyone, and how else can you say to someone “thank you for the great sex”? Given the context, saying thank you that way seemed appropriate. Besides, I kind of liked it. – she blushed and he raised his eyebrow – Well, not being choked or fighting it, but I liked your reaction. –
- Just as long as we are clear on why did you do it. –
- What is wrong? Did I do something wrong? Harmed you in any way? – her eyes saddened
- Nothing like that, I was just curious. – she relaxed visibly
- Good, I was afraid that I maybe bit you when I tried to reply to your question. –
- Table manners are another story, did anyone ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full? -
- My mother … tried. – she grinned
- At least now we know two things about you. One, when you lose your brain there is a good chance that you will try to rape me. Two, you talk with your mouth full, which may be damaging to men if they are not careful when they ask questions. Anything else? –
- No that sums it up. – she giggled – do we have any plan for today? –
- Not until six in the afternoon, which is the time I’ll expect you to be in the bedroom and into position. –
- Any bits of advice? –
- Yes, use your time to stretch, warm up your muscles. But besides that, you are free to do whatever you wish. –
- May I ask something? –
- If I say “no” would that stop you? – he bit his chuckle
- No, you know me that much. –
- Then ask. –
- You said that you tried all… -
- Far from it, but I did try plenty. –
- What is your angle? What do you like? What do you get from all of it, from what we are doing? –
- Is it important? –
- It is to me. –
- Difficult question to answer. – he sighed – I can do a lot, but the truth is I do not cope well with the loss of control, you may say it is not in my nature to be without escape plan or to place my unlimited trust into someone. – “But you did, in her.” – Again, I have no desire to rule or owe anyone, being a chess piece to anyone’s whim even my is not… not my thing. Control yes, but within the limits. What do I get from our predicament? – he paused, it was too much of baring his soul to admit something like that, however, she did deserve his trust – Your pleasure, in this case. To be able to elicit a pleasure so profound instead of disgust or fear, respect instead of repulsion, thrust instead of wariness… You may say that is my high. –
She watched silently for a few minutes before nodding and reaching over the table to graze his fingers with hers
- I understand, thank you. – her smile was warm and open. She stood up and started to clean the table, he joined her. They walked to the library together, she sat on the floor and surrounded herself with books, scrolls and parchments, she belonged there, in that surroundings, naturally. Severus took his book and take a place in a high back chair, watching her over the hem of his book.
For the remaining of the day, try as he may, he couldn’t focus on his reading. Planning carefully every step of incoming play time they set, measuring how far to push her as a lesson to her carelessness. The most difficult battle was a thin line between the need to scare her off and to nurture her own needs. “Not a toy and not yours, no matter the circumstances.”
Around five o clock, she walked out of the room without a word, and he closed his eyes. Not much could be done to the stage or his attire anyway, so he focused on finding an inner balance.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione sighed, focusing on not to slouch. Six and five minutes, she was kneeling on the floor for five minutes, alone in the room. Her mind raced while she trembled slightly. The moment she positioned herself something changed, it wasn’t a game anymore. She thrust him, she was not afraid about her well-being, though, she did start to question their negotiations from yesterday. Did she make a mistake, forget to mention something?
“Duh, of course, you did. You forgot to mention plenty.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
“I am not your babysitter. Besides, how do you know I do not see things differently from you?”
“You are…just shut up and buzz off.”
“As you wish.”
Six and seven minutes! Where the hell is he? Did he change his mind? Her shoulders fell and she raised them, afraid that he might enter and see her like that. Why do I care, he’s the one who is late! But she did care and that terrified her. Eyes fixed on the door, Hermione tried to separate her fear, fear that he changed his mind from fear of how much she needed to see him entering that door. “What is wrong with me?” This was just a game, an elaborate sex play, a means to an end for her to get what she wants. But at that moment it was so much more.
The lock clicked and she lowered her gaze, steadying her breath. His feet reached her eyesight, he didn’t say a word, he didn’t approach her. The release she felt with his entrance melted in a ball of anticipation. He walked around the room, drawers scratching and thumping, sounds of rustling and buzzing. The need to lift her head and see what’s he is doing overwhelming, and she forced herself to stay put.
Finally, his bare feet stopped in front of her.
- Eyes on me, Kitten. – his voice, firm and controlled, send a chill down her spine, her eyes snapped up, obeying before she even had a chance to process his words – You are not to speak unless I ask a direct question or in the case of safe-word. You are to obey every command I give you, outlined by our agreement. You have no permission to complain if you didn’t negotiate something correctly. You are under no circumstances allowed to reach orgasm unless I give you explicit permission to do so. Do you understand? –
- I do. – she replied, her voice trembling, her entire body trembled. She was afraid and aroused in equal measures. She wanted to rebel and flourished under his conditions. This was all wrong, and it felt right. What was wrong with her!? Without a word, he reached and took a green rope.
- Lie down, hands under your head, right leg bent at the knee, foot on the ground. – she followed the instruction.
Rope touched her skin, tied around her ankle and encircled her calf and thigh, he tightened the first lope, dragging his finger along the rope. Rope encircled her leg several more times, reaching the space below the knee, then he started to wave it, connecting the lopes around the leg. It was bit tighter than she would prefer, but not unpleasant. Finally, he tied the knot and switched to the other leg. When he finished, her legs were tightly sealed.
- Push yourself into position. – she shivered again, his voice causing havoc in her neither regions. Oddly, she felt desire spiralling up. Positioning herself once again with some effort, Hermione lowered her gaze, pushing through a myriad of feelings and questions, surfacing unexpectedly. One thing she was sure of, this wasn’t a game.
He stood behind her, much to her surprise, he started to braid her hair, braiding a rope into it, then he encircled the braid with remaining rope. Even if she started to worry, pictures of few highly uncomfortable positions including hair tying surfaced in her mind, she had to marvel the skill he used to subdue her wild mane. Relaxing a little bit when he abandoned her hair and took another rope. He encircled her breasts like he did previous time, but he didn’t make the pentagram, instead, he waved the rope around her shoulders and started to tie her hands in the position she held them. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it wasn’t most comfortable position either. Only too late she discovered that he, by some manner, managed to fix her braid to the twines that subdue her hands. She gulped audibly.
- Is there a problem? –
- I am … uncertain. – she tried to phrase her doubt carefully
- It is what we agreed. – he stated firmly – Shibari is not only artistic, but it does give a nice artistic impression, even when is used to restrain. And it can be … highly restrictive. Do you wish to proceed? –
- Yes. – “Are you insane Hermione?” but she did want it, uncertain as she was, immobile more than she bargained for, and still she wanted more. One part of her mind following alertly his actions, even his breath, the other part thorn between questions and pleasure. One thing was certain, passing out will be much harder to achieve this time. That tiny speck of fear keeping her firmly grounded.
- Lean over, forehead on the ground. –
“Did I say: ‘no humiliation’? I did!” But her forehead thumped on the soft rug as it's made the meek impact. Her body and part of her mind went rough on her, following his commands without consult with her overly active brain. Moan burst out of her when he touched the plug, moving it lightly and slightly pushing rhythmically.
- Straighten up. –
She pushed her body up, privy not to wiggle too much or lean her head forward and pull it. He waited patiently. Taking something from the bed he kneeled next to her, duck-tape fixed two small controllers to her thigh. His hands fixed small vibro-egg on her clitoris. Hermione questioned her negotiations with renewed zeal, did she really negotiate that bad? Apparently, she did. His words floated to her mind, what he gained from this all. Scared or not, uncertain or not, she was determined to give him exactly what he sought. He won’t endanger her, but he will push her to her limits, that much was clear. Another revelation dawned on her, one didn’t have to use what she saw as “scary implements” or force to go overboard, to twist her words to his advantage and still be within the limits of what they agreed. For now, arousing as it was, this game wasn’t overly seductive, and that was what she needed seduction through control, passion not cold detached precision. She could not give without receiving, his actions were in direct link with her reactions.
“You think too much!” grumbled the voice in her head “At least let me enjoy.”
- Eyes on me. - her heart stopped then picked up at the double speed. He looked firm, not in the physical sense but his presence was made of marble. He made a circle around her and stopped where she could see him – Magnificent! You look lovely, Kitten. –
She melted on those words, feeling silly prideful at them. He silently started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his skin at the snail’s pace, and the heat started to rise inside her. With each patch of exposed pale flesh, her breath became more and more irregular. She regretted her pleas for being bound, fingers itched to touch him, inability to do so transforming into a desire for his touch. He slid his shirt and tossed it carelessly over wing-back chair, unzipping his pants. She focused on his hands, licking her lips, gasping loudly when his manhood bobbed free then soured up, giving her impression of baton ready to be handed. The pants joined the shirt. He walked to her and lifted her chin slightly with one finger, lining her eyesight to the bush above the twitching yummy cockcicle. “All right Hermione, you officially lost your brain.”
“But it does look yummy, can we taste it?” purred the voice in her head, asking the question she alone didn’t have the answer to.
- Is this what you want? –
- Yes, Sir. – “Wow, hey! That ‘Sir’ came out of nowhere.”, his lips twitched with a satisfied hum
- Do you think you could repeat what you did last night? –
- Yes, Sir. – she couldn’t hide a happy note in her voice
- Then do it, get me off so we can make this last longer. – he purred, lowering his voice to seductive rumble – Widen your stance. –
She waddled her legs to give him more space, licking her lips. He crouched in front of her fondling her protruded nipples with one hand, reaching for something with another hand
- Before we start, I’ll place these. – he lifted nipple clamps to her eyes – They are set to moderate tightness. - without further delay he clipped one around her left nipple, sharp sting made her hiss
- We said no pain. –
- Is it unbearably painful? –
- No just not comfortable either. It stings. –
- Then I’m not into the breach of our agreement. They will stay only shortly. – he informed her and clipped another, she hissed again. It wasn’t really painful, but it was distracting. He stood up – You may begin. –
Her brain, still reeling from an unplanned sting on her nipples, jumped in a lope and her mouth opened, her tongue reaching to touch his straining head. Eyes reached him and she forgot about the sting, desire once again overriding everything else. Her tongue lapped down his length, lips latching to suck on a frenulum, before she took him in the mouth, slowly lapping. Enjoying the taste as much as the heated look in his eyes. His eyelids fluttered the deeper she took him and she felt the surge of strength. A surprised hum escaped her when little metal egg jolted to life, another egg, obviously, leached to her plug came to life, sending pleasant vibrations. She moaned, relaxed her throat and took him in, pushing the robust head down her throat until her nose almost touched the fur above. She swallowed around him and hummed. His quiet sigh elated her.
- Would you like to try me moving? –
She nodded, humming her “yes”. One of his hands reached in her hair, holding to the tightly wound braid, fixing her head effectively. His hips moved, at first, those were minuscule movements, like a tickle in her throat, tickle that forced her attention to growing arousal and build of a pressure of approaching orgasm. The more she focused on giving him a pleasure, the bigger her need to give in and the orgasm was. Fighting her own body, she became aware that he was moving in much wider pace now, forcing his shaft out and down her throat in rhythmical motion. Each time his head glided deep, she clenched her throat, making a narrow passage for his way out, making him hiss with pleasure. But the more she needed to finish, she started to lose control of her throat, squeezing it tighter, breading more deeply and trapping him for longer periods of time. His hisses turned to grunts, when her throat clenched him too tightly, swallowing and moaning, her entire body was high stringed from the effort to suppress orgasm. With a loud growl, his hips bumped against her lips, fingers dug into her hair and scalp, warm sprays travelled down her oesophagus. She focused on gulping without breathing. When he pulled back she took a hungry gulp of air. Her entire body shaking from the effort, her nipples didn’t sting anymore, warm and jolting feeling spread from them to her ovaries, contracting her muscles. She clenched her eyes and hissed. Vibrations stopped.
- You were good, Kitten. You deserved the rest. – she smiled gratefully, her body spiralling down, slowing – Do you wish to drink some water? –
- Yes, … Sir. – she became aware that she’s completely soaked in sweat, a glass of water pressed to her lips and she drank greedily. – Thank you, Sir. –
His hands ghosted over her bonds, reaching her hands
- Squeeze my fingers, Kitten. – she did use as much strength as she could, his hand glided to her foot – Good. Press it hard, push as much as you can. – she followed instruction once again – Good. – he moved in front of her, lining his eyes with hers, trailing her lips with thumb – It’s time to remove these. – he tugged on the chain connecting the clips and she moaned – You are not complaining about them anymore. –
- No, Sir. –
- It is time to remove them none the less. – he unclipped one then the other, and pain seared as blood returned to the peaks, hardening them even further. – Rest a bit, it will take me some time to regain my … vigour. – he whispered in her ear and sat on the bed, playing with remaining rope, twirling it. She ignored what he was doing and just observed the movement of his muscles.
Time tickled away, she was expecting for rope ties to become more constricting and uncomfortable, but for some reason that wasn’t the case, she relaxed in them. Having nothing to do but look at him and think her mind run wild again, rolling same questions with no answers over and over again. Was she insane? No, she was certain she was perfectly sane. Why was she doing this? She needs it, needed the binds to set her free. Why was she so focused on him? She had no idea. Ok emotions were high, from the moment they meet, but that was a curse, right? Was it still the curse? The bond? This was Severus Snape. She allowed him to have her in his power! She begged, negotiated with him to tie her up and have sex with her. Why? Was she insane?
She looked at him and her heart skipped a beat, he was looking at her, eyes drawn in the thin line, scorching heat arising from them, leaning on his knees, hands folded in a tight knot. He reminded her at panther preparing to jump on his prey. A surprised yelp escaped her when low buzz shook her sensitive parts. Fast, she realised that her body didn’t simmer down, just laid low, waiting appropriate moment to ambush her again.
- Time for round two. – he circled around her and she shivered again, enjoying and hating the thrill. His fingers touched her palm and she squeezed them without the prompt. She pushed her foot against his hand and prickles erupted with painful density, she flinched
- What’s wrong? –
- My foot fell asleep. –
- Hold on. – he picked her up and placed her on the bed, sideways, rubbing her feet and rolling her ankles, she hissed through it all, but slowly sensation returned in her legs – Better? –
- Much, thank you. –
- Shall we continue? –
- Yes, Sir, please. –
“What’s wrong with you?”
“That’s my girl.”
“Great, I’m losing my mind.”
He turned her to sitting position and climbed to the bed, she was leaning her feet on the comforted, leaning on her hands, head slightly pulled back.
- This, Kitten, is next. – he twirled a pencil wrapped in two layers of rope, from each side two semi-long tales dangled – Bite it. – he offered the central piece to her, rolling it over her lips
- I didn’t agree to that – she complained, suddenly panicked “How the hell he expects of me to say safe-word if I can’t speak, I can’t move at all!”
- Ah, but you did, as I recall correctly ‘I choose the type of binds I’ll use, you have no saying in that.’, correct? –
- Yes, but that… -
- That is made of rope, it is a bind of sorts. –
- Still… -
- We may stop, any time you like. You can still signal me if something is wrong. –
- How? – she relented and his eyes darkened
- Clap your hands, or kick your legs and I’ll stop. –
- Fine. - she mumbled fear lost its edge and tremors in her muscles returned tenfold in strength.
She opened her mouth and bit at the ropes, he tied shorted ends to the top of her head, waving the longer ones to the upper part of her braid. “How he’s doing that?” “Very intelligent question Hermione, you are tied up in a knot, immobile and efficiently silenced, all you can do is to drool and mumble, and your highest concern is a hair styling. I really lost my mind!”
“Don’t forget, you are not allowed to orgasm without permission.”
“Why would you remind me of that?”
“Maybe because you are approaching one, fast. Pay attention!” sing-song the voice and she sighed.
Her body turned on her, her mind turned on her. And Severus did something, flicking his wand the binds tightened, she was hanging in the air, hovering in front his sitting form. The buzzing stopped and she relaxed, it was short-lived relaxation. The plug moved, circling lazily, buzzing at her clitoris returned, weakened but still present, driving her mad, slowly. The plug moved, pulling out and shifting back again. Finger pressed on the patch of skin dividing her snatch and the hole that accommodated plug. She whimpered, the buzz from her clitoris moving to her head. The plug was removed and she cried out, feeling of emptiness unbearable, soon enough his finger replaced the plug.
- How perceptive, to use the cleansing spell on yourself, Kitten. – he purred, his breath ghosting over her entrance, she bit the ropes tight or she just might start begging. After having medium sized plug, his finger was…insufficient for her to regain the feeling of fullness. She felt frustrated, and yet slow tickle from her core ignored her frustration, announcing how her body felt. Clearly, her body and her mind disagreed. Muffled mewl slit with a bit of drool when his tongue lapped on the dripping core – You are so tasty today, Kitten. Did you know, you change taste according to the level of arousal? -
-Idintknowthat. – she mumbled around the pencil with ropes stuck in her mouth
- You do, it is much stronger now, bitter-sweet, yummy. – he rumbled to her pussy, while all her muscles shook from the effort to prevent orgasm – Is something wrong? –
- Imgoingtocum. –
- You are not allowed, not yet. – he chuckled and shivers run down her back – Maybe we could try something new. – his heat moved, he blindfolded her and she was sure she would have panicked if she didn’t fight so hard to suppress orgasm – Oh, this is not new, a blindfold that is, this is. –
She felt his finger pulling out, and soon a thin and bumpy, soft and still firm something entered her back hole, she mewled at the feeling, it wasn’t him, but at this point, she would take anything. Muscles jolted and she growled “I changed my mind, nothing is better.” panicked her brain. Even the pressure on the points where ropes held her weight turned into torturous sources that pushed her desire for release, for blinding orgasm that shuts her mind.
- Easy. Breathe, Kitten, breathe. – his voice reaching her from behind. She obeyed and regret it instantly, breathing and keeping orgasm at bay proved to be much harder than not breathing and doing the same.
The soft and lumpy thing was still lodged inside her pucker hole, but the velvety head of his shaft pressed at her core and she clenched her muscles. So much desired friction caused her the sea of problems. She gnawed on the ropes, suddenly grateful to have them at her disposal. Her body shifted from angled upward position to dangling horizontally with the surface of the bed. His hands hooked to her hips like grapples, with one swift motion he was deep inside her.
- You can cum now. – his voice was barely a whisper, harsh and strained, but her body reacted to it none the less. Raw scream, silenced by the gag tore her throat, flashes of multicoloured light danced in front of her eyes, eruptions and flares of pure pleasure. Her core grabbing on him like it was her lifeline. His grunting didn’t help her much either, egging another wave of convulsions and matching light show behind her eyelids.
He was still, waiting for an earthquake to still. Tears run down her cheeks, tears of happiness, forced by the release of the pressure. She sniffled.
- Shhhhhhhh, it’s all right, easy now. No more bars on orgasm, you may finish as much as you like. – he purred, one of his hands gently massaging her lower back.
And then he moved, world ceased to exist. The only thing real enough to be detected was the hardness of his manhood, that thing in her backside and pressure of ropes. He started to move, gaining speed with each thrust, changing the angle from time to time. Her head floated in a cloud of fuzzy fog, rhythmical motion and caress of her inner walls lulling her. She felt her muscles relaxing, getting liquid and boneless. Her insides twitched and jolted correspondingly, the sensation of fullness, of double penetration nudging her toward the edge of the cliff. Her mind and her body drifted apart. Not like the last time, differently more present and yet separated.
- Are you with me, Kitten? – his voice breathy and scratchy on her ears, she nodded and he speeded up.
Time was relative, how long was this going on? An hour? Two? A day? She hoped that it won’t stop, ever. A sudden change in speed and strength snapped her from her state of floating, in time to hear herself screaming, to feel herself shaking and to feel him emptying inside her.
He pulled back and she felt empty, deserted and abandoned. She landed softly on the bed and spell released her hair, she spit out the rope gag, flexing her jaw. He was working on her hands, detangling them, massaging her joints briefly.
- Do not move, let me release you first, and restore your circulation. –
He unbound her legs, releasing the ropes slowly, massaging on every released place. Kneading on her joints, rubbing her feet and hands.
- How do you feel? – he sounded concerned and that was the last drop, the last push, tears streaked from her eyes, hiccups and sobs shook her – Kitten? – his voice was now worried
- Head floaty, fine. – she managed to choke between sobs – Crying don’t know. –
- I’m here. – he whispered and lie next to her, pulling her close to his body, she felt like a rag doll, unable to move, the warmth of his body felt nice, sobs reinforced – Did I scared you that much? – she detected slight trembling in his voice, with the effort she raised her hand, moving it like the air was made of thick dough until she reached his face, unfocused and spilt by her tears
- A little, not much. Don’t know why tears. –
- Cry, if you feel like it, then cry, I’m here. - he tightened his embrace and stroked her back until sobs stopped. Her mind returned to her bit by bit, forming itself like a puzzle, painting a picture of new self. Finally, she sighed.
- Thank you, Severus. -
- All better now? –
- There was nothing wrong, to begin with. – she was tired but not sleepy – Did I scared you? –
- A little. – he smiled at her, his eyes tender and worried
- No need, I never felt better. And I did get your message, but I pushed true. I was selfish gain. Was I any good? –
- You were amazing. I’m so proud of you. - he pecked her on the tip of her nose – And if you are mad at me, you have… -
- You wanted to please me, and to teach me a lesson. Lesson well learned now. I’m different, changed, better. I still don’t know how but I know I am. The world is much clearer now. Thank you. Did I… -
- Did you what? –
- Gave you what you need? – she sounded broken to herself, his embrace tightened, pressing her face to his chest, his voice full of unreadable emotions
- Oh, Kitten. –
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