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CHAPTER 3

Hermione woke up fully conscious of where she was. She was curled up at the end of Snape’s bed with him wrapped around her like rope. For an incredibly skinny man, he was rather heavy. But then again, if he hadn’t been so possessive of her body in his sleep, she would have fallen to the floor. As it was, it was a close thing.

In the near absolute dark of the dungeon, there was no way to know the time, but she was sure she hadn’t actually been asleep that long. Her teeth hadn’t yet achieved full scum.

The air was freezing, obviously a warming charm had dissolved, but Snape was like a furnace behind her. She wanted to snuggle deeper against him but her bladder was screaming at her. She carefully wriggled out from under his arm and leg, not wanting to disturb him, and slipped off the end of the bed onto the floor. The contrast in temperature made her flesh pebble up all over her body and her kidneys go into overdrive. She padded over to where she’d left her clothes and felt around until she found her slip. She tugged it over her head and quietly called her wand. She hadn’t paid particular attention to anything but the man since she’d entered his chambers, and had no idea where the bathroom was.

Light flared in the room and she squinted against it. When her eyes adjusted, she found Snape standing at the end of the bed looking furious, while wrapped in the blanket she’d dragged over them both.

“Not even a word of farewell?” he hissed. “You’ve taken your pleasure and now it’s time to fuck off?”

Hermione straightened up and turned to him. “I wasn't leaving. I needed to find the loo and it was too cold to stumble around naked. However, if you are going to speak to me that way, I see no particular reason to stay.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Are you now going to punish me for giving you what you wanted?”

He pulled his improvised toga tighter around him and pointed his lit wand toward the far wall, where she could see a narrow door. She never would have found that in the dark.

“Will you stay?” he asked softly.

She gave him a level stare before replying. “Yes, but I need to be back in the infirmary by six.”

“I can make sure of that.”

She immediately noted the earnestness in his voice, so at odds with the defensive sneer on his face.

She nodded and walked past him to the bathroom, where she took a quick look around the sparsely equipped room. It bore no hint of the man’s personality at all. In fact, with the exception of a discarded pair of pants on the floor by the shower stall, it could have been a public loo.

What an incredibly complicated man. She briefly wondered if it was worth it, and then remembered the incredible sight of him crying out and cursing and begging for her not to stop. To go deeper, faster, harder. Having him nearly weep with ecstasy was a heady thing after years of him sneering at her, when he bothered to notice her at all.

Severus Snape had been compelling and addictive even before she saw his vulnerability, now, her attraction to him bordered on obsession. He was fascinating, and sexy, and intimidatingly intelligent.

He had also been through hell in his life. She knew more about him than he ever suspected, thanks to Harry.

He was obviously severely emotionally damaged, and she needed to think long and hard before she was drawn in even deeper by the broken man. Involving herself with him was going to be like dancing in a minefield. If she ever lost the upper hand, he was going to blow up in her face and most likely take a few limbs in the process.

What exactly did she want? Kinky fuck buddies? That was good. A lover? That would be better. More? That seemed a bit inconceivable at the moment. Any sort of romantic entanglement would require a level of trust that he might be incapable of.

Aside from that issue, there was the matter of school rules. What they had done could cost them both their jobs. There was no fraternization allowed amongst the staff. The charter didn’t even allow for married couples to work together. The thought was that it was hard enough to pry the hormonal teenagers apart without the titillation of the staff being involved in any way. Hogwarts was famous for its education and the nearly monastic lifestyle of its faculty.

How were they to embark on any sort of arrangement at all? She would have to ask him how best to go about their affair. He was the spy; surely he would have some idea.

She finished her business and washed her hands in the basin. The cold water was bone-achingly cold this far below ground, and she decided splashing her face was out of the question. She dried her hands, but it did nothing to restore the lost warmth. She hurried out of the bathroom, as the enchanted candle flickered out behind her.

In the bedroom, a lone candle burned on the table next to the bed. Snape had remade it and was under the covers, sitting up against the headboard with a pillow propped behind him, and his wrists resting on his bent knees. His scowl flashed to concern, as she came hurrying across the cold stone floor to the rug. He reached out and whipped the covers back, and she dived under. He pulled her into his arms and started chafing her.

“Forgive me,” murmured. “The charms wore off while we slept. I’ve grown accustomed to it. I didn’t think about how cold it would be for someone else.”

She snuggled into his arms. “I take it you don’t do much entertaining down here,” she quipped, wrapping her arms around his narrow chest and trying to absorb his fiery heat.

He drew back from her and gave her a guarded look. “I’ve never had anyone else in my bedroom, Granger.”

“Good lord, you’re not trying to tell me that you’re a—“

“No. I’m not. I’m just saying that there was never anyone worth the risk before. My previous liaisons were all conducted far away from these cold chambers.”

She nodded. “About that. Have you any idea how we are going to get around the fact that this,” she gestured from his chest to hers, “will get us into trouble?”

He tilted his head at her. “Is there a reason to worry about more than just tonight?”

She scrunched up her face. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might not want to repeat their intimacy. She had just assumed so from the unguarded expression on his face when he had asked her to stay.

“I will leave that decision up to you,” she said.

He didn’t reply right away. He just pulled her in closer to his body and pulled the blankets up over their shoulders. A whispered, “Nox,” and they were enveloped in absolute darkness again. He whispered the charm that reheated the floor of the room. After a few moments, she felt the rising air temperature.

She lay on her back as he molded himself to her body, one arm under her pillow and the other wrapped around her ribs.

His voice was deep and rough as he whispered, “I would like more than just tonight.”

She thrilled to the sound of his voice in her ear, her body was electrified by the knowledge that Professor Snape was lying naked next to her in bed with his slowly hardening cock sliding against her hip.

The messages he was sending were mixed, to say the least. The possessive way he held her contrasted dramatically with the tentative little kiss he placed on her shoulder. He was comfortable enough to hold her so intimately and yet hesitant to do more.

“Touch me,” she said. “I want to feel your hands on my body.”

He sighed, and his body seemed to release some of the tension it had been holding. He shifted until he was leaning on one elbow as his hand skimmed across her belly. He lifted his hand until he was only touching her with two fingers and then traced a path up between her breasts and around to the side of her neck. He brought his hand back down and palmed her right breast through her slip, making her sigh happily.

“Answer a question for me, Severus, and I want the truth. Before we tripped over this mutual pleasure because of your curse, did you ever think of me in this way? In your bed?”

His hand stilled and she could feel his body grow tense in the dark. “I didn’t tell you to stop touching me, Severus,” she said in a slightly sterner voice.

His hand returned to its kneading motion, but his body didn’t relax.

“Yes,” he said finally.

“Fascinating. I’m surprised. I would have thought the answer to be no.”

“Why? Why is my desire surprising? I’m a man, like any other.”

“Well, perhaps it is because you have spent the last two years making me feel utterly insignificant.” She shifted until she was facing him and reached out and stroked his warm chest. “When you were thinking about me—naked in your bed—what were you doing to me?”

She felt him move closer to her and she couldn’t help the shiver when he whispered in her ear.

“I was fucking you, Granger. I was fucking you until you screamed.” He pulled aside her slip and plucked a nipple, making her hiss with pleasure.

“And yet it was you who screamed first, wasn't it? It was I that fucked you.” She heard him swallow loudly, but he didn’t reply. “I liked making you scream, Severus. I would very much like to make you scream again.” His flesh pebbled up under her hand and she smiled. “But I do think I would enjoy you fucking me now. Yes, I think I shall let you have your way with me.”

He didn’t make a sound or a movement for a long moment, but then he pushed her over onto her back and she felt the bed dip as he rose up over her. His hand skimmed down her body and caught at the hem of her slip and dragged it back up. She wriggled a bit to help him remove it.

The moment before he touched her was thrilling. In the pitch dark of his unlit bedroom, she could only tell where he was but the proximity of his body heat, and the sound of his breathing. She had no idea what his expression was. She felt the tickle of his hair just before his lips touched her breast, moving along in little nipping touches before closing around her nipple.

She sighed and stretched her hand up above her head as he lifted and squeezed each breast in turn, sucking rhythmically and making her toes curl. He trailed kissed down her belly, and she quivered with anticipation, letting out a little disappointed sigh when he ghosted kissed down her hip. His hair grazed her sex and she lifted her hips for more contact. He continued to place kisses down her left leg to the knee, at which point she felt him pull back and lift her leg.

She expected him to pull her legs apart and settle between them, and so was even more affected when she felt his mouth close over her toes. Her breath rushed out and she gasped, as she felt his tongue twine itself around and between. She’d never had her toes sucked before. It felt positively decadent. She made little encouraging noises of pleasure that almost drowned out the sound of skin rubbing against skin. She held her breath and identified the sound.

He was wanking. Severus Snape was sucking on her toes and wanking in the dark. She wondered if this had been a long-standing fantasy. She pictured him down in this dark cave, thinking of doing these things to her, and moaned.

Was this what he wanted? Would he just fulfill some foot fetish and spill his seed? She had said he could have his way, but she was desperate for a good, hard shag. Should she order him to stop? Was this a test?

Before she could decide, he turned his attention to her ankle and licked and sucked his way back to her inner thighs. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and settled himself down on the bed.

The first caress of his large nose against her carefully manicured garden made her sigh happily. She folded her other leg to the side as he began to feast.

Hermione smiled smugly, remembering the few others that had wasted her time until she had faked an end just to get their head out of her crotch.

Not this time. Snape was good. He was very, very good. He might not be sure of himself in some ways, but he was sure in this. Someone had taken the time to teach him exactly what he was doing. He danced his tongue in and out of her teasingly, while his hands stroked her hip and thigh. He nuzzled his nose against her clit, but seemingly never enough to satisfy.

He brought one of his hands around and used his long fingers to pull her lips apart and intensified his assault. Her hips started to move of their own volition and he used his other arm to hold her down.

She began to moan softly, as he hit all the right places, constantly teasing her to more intense responses without giving her enough to even sate for a moment. Somewhere along the way, she realized she was losing control. This seemingly reticent man, this awkward soul, and lulled her into a false sense of security.

As if going to the kill, he spread her apart again and clamped him mouth on her clit, sucking on it, while flicking his tongue rapidly. She hissed in a breath and grabbed at his head. She didn’t know if she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. Two long fingers slipped inside of her and she moaned. When he began curling them slightly, while fucking her with them, she cried out and almost came up off the bed.

She was so close she was almost babbling. She urged him on, dancing right at the edge, and wailed, “Oh gods, yes! Yes! Just like that! Oh, fuck I’m almost there!”

Instead of keeping his pace, or even intensifying his torment, he suddenly pulled away. She sat up quickly only to find herself pushed back down, as he climbed up her body and rubbed his cock at her entrance.

Before she could register the change, he shoved himself inside. She let out a long moan. His cock felt so good. She knew it would, it was so thick and beautiful. His breathing was deep and shaky, but he made no other sound, as he pulled out and shoved himself back in. Her hands came up and when she felt his arms, she ran her hands along them and around his back. He broke out of her embrace and pushed himself up on his arms, snapping his hips again.

She settled her hands on his waist and curled her ankles around his legs. It was so good. He was so good. This was far more than she had imagined. She only wished she could see him. The total blackness was now working against her. She had liked the blind intimacy before, but now she wanted to see her lover. She wanted to see Snape, naked above her. She suddenly felt as if she could be fucking anyone, and was only fantasizing about Snape.

She ran her hands across his body, trying to find him through touch. His body felt like hot, velvet steel, dampening with a light sheen of sweat across the small of his back. His muscles were small but well-defined even on such a slight body.

It didn’t help, she wasn't used to his body enough to make her touch match her memory.

She moaned anew as he filled her over and over, and she heard his breath hitch.

“Do you like that?” he whispered in a ragged voice.

The sound of his voice finally brought him back firmly to her reality. Only one man had that voice. “Oh, god, yes. I just wish I could see you!”

“Do you? Do you want to see me fucking you, Granger?”

“Yes!”

“Does my cock feel good in your hot little quim?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me you like it. Tell me you want my cock.”

“I do! I love it! I love your cock, Severus, it’s beautiful.”

He pounded away at her so hard, he had to keep pulling her back down towards him.

She felt his hair against her cheek as he leaned down over her. “Beg, Miss Granger.”

His voice was cold.

“What?”

“I’ve already been satisfied tonight, woman. I could fuck you like this for hours. If you want to come, you will have to beg.”

Hermione felt herself flush with a deeper pleasure as well as grow colder from a spark of fear. She had spent the entire day researching submissives and learning about their psychology. Nothing she read had included this. As he bent down and sucked her breast into his mouth, she realized she had miscalculated. Severus Snape wasn't as nearly submissive as she thought.

Uncertainty filled her mind and she swiftly went back over everything he had learned, admittedly, it was only after one day of learning, and could come up with no advice about how to handle the situation.

She reached down and planted her hands on his shoulders, shoving him away. She pushed him back several inches, but he went still and then it was like trying to shove a wall. A small voice inside reminded her that out of every bit of information that she knew about this man, the one fact that she had decided to forget before crawling into bed with him was that he had been a Death Eater.

Her pleasure evaporated.

She pushed against his shoulders to wriggle out from under him, but he crushed her back to the bed with his weight. His cock pulsed inside her.

“You demand my trust, but don’t give it in return?” he hissed down at her in the dark. “You thought to bend me to your will? You want to master me, Granger? Think of who I have bowed to before, woman, and ask yourself, are you in their league? You said I could have my way with you, have I not brought you pleasure?” He nuzzled his nose against her ear suggestively. “I thought it was about trust.”

She forced her body to relax so that her voice wouldn’t sound as frightened as she felt. So. It was a test, and she was failing already.

“I don’t like being frightened by you,” she replied honestly.

“Why wouldn’t you be frightened by me?”

“Because you are a good man.”

“I have never been a good man, Granger.”

“I don’t believe that. I think you are a mix of good and bad, like everyone else. You just never had enough choice in which way life forced you to be.”

The room was silent, except for their breathing. When his voice came again, it was merely a breath in her ear. “Trust me.”

She shivered. Her book knowledge said she was supposed to rebuke him for his behavior. Punish him for stepping over the line. The books said he would want this. She was supposed to show him the boundaries, so he could feel safe in them.

Her instincts told her this would be a grave mistake.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, Miss Granger?”

“Please make me come.”

His reaction was electric. His cock pulsed and swelled within her as his hand came up and cupped her jaw. His kissed her passionately, slowly moving his hips again. His ardent kisses soothed her fears and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.

Soon enough, her pleasure began to build again, but he moved slower this time, as if reluctant to return to the previous pounding he gave her. His hand ghosted along her body, caressing her, relaxing her, teasing her.

She began to thrust up at him, trying to increase his tempo, and he chuckled darkly. The sound turned her inside to liquid and she shivered.

He kissed her breast before pulling off of her. One hand grabbed her hip and she squealed as she was quickly rolled onto her stomach and then pulled up to her knees. Snape took her hand in his and by nudging her legs, he had her moving forward until he brought her hand down on the top of the headboard. She grabbed onto it with both hands, as he pushed her knees apart.

His breathing was far more rapid, she could tell her trust excited him. She felt his cock at her entrance again, swirling in her moisture, before he rammed it into her. She grunted from the pleasure.

He dug his hands into her hips and began fucking her like a man possessed, the slap of his hips against her arse was matched by the wet sounds of their mating.

She held onto the headboard and let him have her. Let him do what he wanted to her. When his hands shifted to grab her breasts, to tug on both of her nipples, pulling them taught to the point of near pain, she heard a deep and throaty sound that she hadn’t known she was capable of.

Dominating Snape was powerful and highly erotic. Surrendering to him was something else entirely.

His hand slipped between her legs, and he began to roll her button between his fingers. Hermione knew there was no stopping her release now. He toyed with her until she was panting with need. He pounded her with his cock until she felt she would break apart.

She arched her back and wailed as her orgasm was fucked out of her. She held on to the headboard, but her body sagged, her sensitive nipples rubbed against the soft cotton of his pillow cases with each thrust, drawing out her release until she was moaning helplessly.

He pulled out of her and tugged her hands away from the headboard. He gently rolled her onto her back, before covering her with his body again and sliding back inside.

She was so spent she was boneless, as he took his pleasure from her. Slower now, but with a steady pace and ragged breath.

“Do you trust me, Granger?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“And what if I am not done having my way with you? What if I wanted to do far more to you than this?”

“You may do what you like,” she whispered.

“What if I wanted to hurt you?”

She swallowed hard and her eyes watered up.

“I don’t like pain,” she said softly.

“But you would let me, wouldn’t you?”

She closed her eyes, feeling a tear slide down the side of her face. “Yes,” she whispered.

He let out a shuddering breath and gently kissed her cheek, finding and licking away her tear.

“Your willingness is beautiful, but I would never hurt you, Hermione.”

She couldn’t stop the relieved sob that escaped, nor the flood of tears as she wrapped her arms around him and crushed him to her chest. The kiss they shared was far more intense than the others. Some new accord had been reached, and with it came a deeper level of something she wasn’t sure she understood.

He broke the kiss and lifted up. A whispered spell ignited the candle by the bed and he was finally revealed in all his complex glory. She felt her lip quiver and bit it to try and stop her strange emotional outbursts, as she lifted a hand and stroked it down his cheek.

His own expression seemed to collapse in on itself and he let out a deep sigh as his eyes fluttered. She felt him pulsing deep inside, and then the extra warmth as he flooded her with his cum.

She hadn’t even known he was close. She suspected he might not have known either. She pulled his shaking body down on top of hers and cradled him. He kissed her once, and then again on her forehead.

“Yes,” he said.

She tilted her head to the side. “Yes?”

“I will… submit.” He stared at her intently and she nodded, understanding the importance of what he was giving her. “But never lose site of the fact that I do this willingly.”

“Never,” she replied. “I will cherish this gift.”
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