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A/N: Holy crap, this chapter is long. And it's a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. Don't say I didn't warn you. Next Thursday I'll be posting chapters 4 and 5. I intended for the Christmas chapters to coincide with actual Christmas. To do that I have to release the chapters in the relative time that the story takes place. So my separate chapters that cover the same weekend will have to be released together to stay on schedule. As long as things go to plan, that means 4 and 5 come out together and 7 and 8 will come out together. (And probably 14 and the epilogue.) So I better quit writing this note and go back to editing. Happy reading, everyone.
Remarkable: Thank you for the feedback. Glad you’re liking it. Yes, she should have recognized his voice. I don't want to say too much, but that is part of the story and will be explained (like right now).
Sera21: Yes, he is being abnormally forthright with her. This chapter explores that more. I hope I sufficiently convey the reasons why. He's in a very transitory place right now and trying to change. I appreciate the feedback. It helps me when I'm editing to decide what to keep and what to add to make things clearer.
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3 — Hello, Is It Me You’re Looking For?
Severus removed the wards from his fireplace and took a final deep breath, preparing for departure. He'd showered, shaved, and plucked himself to a picture of pristine presentation. Now he was wearing his best black shirt and trousers, ready to heave himself into the spotlight of exposure. He felt like a bloody teenager getting ready for a date.
On Halloween he'd had the protection of his mask and costume, but now he was armed with only himself. Would that be enough for her? They'd built a rapport, and hopefully he had revealed just enough about himself that she would be able to overlook his physical appearance and see him as a man who had a lot to offer despite his many faults.
Before he could convince himself that he had the all the good looks of a leprous mountain troll, he tossed the powder into the flames and called out his destination.
He was deposited at The Leaky Cauldron's main Floo, and he ducked down and crossed the hearth, scanning the murmuring patrons for any nosy witnesses. Tom was still working behind the bar, but he’d sold the inn to Susan Bones, who was bustling about cleaning the empty tables. She stopped short when she saw him emerging from the flames; her face registered surprise, but she quickly replaced it with a practiced proprietor's smile, welcoming him to the establishment with a friendly nod. He nodded back. The Bones girl wasn’t any great student, but she had a better head for business than Tom.
It wasn't very crowded. Especially for a Saturday. Everyone must have already gone home for dinner. Slinking around the tables, he rounded the corner, half-expecting to find no one there. He'd been stood up before. From the shadows he spotted her sitting at the last little table near the fire, reading a book. Just as promised.
He approached her silently. He didn't mean to sneak, but spying was a hard habit to break. Her hair was down this time, falling over her shoulders instead of springing from the top of her head like a riotous fountain as it had on Halloween. Chocolate curls spilled down her back, glinting with gold threads in the flickering firelight. There was something familiar about that hair. He dismissed his intuition as mere fancy. He had just seen her a week ago. Of course she looked familiar. His brain jumped to imagining his face buried in those chestnut waves as he pounded her like a sledgehammer. Not yet! He mentally slapped himself. Don't get ahead of yourself. You're here to help her . . . and taste that pussy. Focus.
He stopped next to her table. Her face was hidden by a wall of hair. "Book Girl?"
Hermione looked up at the sound of his voice, smiling. Their eyes met and they both froze. She knew her mouth was hanging open like a concussed carp, but she couldn't close it. The sexy pirate who had danced with her at Earlgrave’s Hotel had been Snape? Her face went red as she replayed the night’s highlights with him behind the mask.
Severus saw the horror dawning over her features, zapping every last trace of hope he had. If only he'd used Legilimency on her at the hotel. He would have discovered her identity immediately and avoided such an awkward situation. He cringed at how much he'd revealed to her. Confessing his private thoughts to a stranger had been risky, but he'd so desperately wanted a connection with someone who understood him. And she had seemed right for the job. She was open and honest in a way that put him at ease. There was no pretense to sift through. She'd seemed like a witch he could really talk to. But now . . . he'd overplayed his hand. He could think of only a few people who could have left him so stunned. From her age he'd been prepared for her to be an ex-student, but not this ex-student. He couldn't carve out a new identity with her. She was ingrained in his past.
"I believe introductions won't be necessary," he said coolly, his lips barely moving. "This has been a mistake."
He started to leave, and Hermione’s hand darted out and caught his wrist. "No, wait!"
Snape glanced down at his snared arm. She looked embarrassed and released him.
"Please don't go," she said more quietly.
He sighed in resignation and turned back, taking the seat across from her. He owed her a few words. Severus felt like a five-year-old who'd been told no Christmas was coming. Everything he'd been looking forward to had just been ripped from his grasp. He should have known something like this would happen. When did anything ever work out well for him?
Hermione wasn't ready to just watch him walk away. She needed this. "I . . . I had no idea it was you."
He raised one eyebrow. "Obviously."
She could tell by his reaction that he was just as shocked to discover it was her. "I don't know what to say."
"Then you should say nothing. I should go before we do anything else we'll regret."
"I don't regret anything," she said honestly.
He stared at her, searching her eyes for lies.
Hermione gulped. His gaze pierced her like a laser. Blimey. She'd forgotten how intense he could be. "Do you regret what we did?"
Snape sighed. "I regret the time I have spent on something that can go no further."
Hermione bit her lip. It didn't sound as though he was even considering it. "You don't want to see me anymore?"
Was she completely mad? "We know too much about each other, Miss Granger. It's not a question of want, it's a matter of reality."
“It felt real to me."
His scowl softened. "This would end badly."
"You can't possibly know that."
"Yes. I can. I am not what you want, Miss Granger. Go back home and pick another wizard from your many suitors."
She sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing. "There was no antagonism between us on Halloween. Why can't we continue what we started?"
Was she serious? "Because our relationship is one of teacher and student."
Her lips twitched, her brain bombarding her with images of him “instructing” her. "That was the best lesson I've ever had."
His brow quirked but his face remained stoic. "I'm sure there are plenty of men willing to tutor you."
"Not like you," she countered. "Can you really just forget what what we did at the hotel?"
He didn't respond, his expression blank.
"Well, I can't," she continued. Hermione lowered her voice and looked around to make sure no one was near. "You don't want to spank me again? I thought you fancied it as much as I did."
Snape nodded slowly. "I can think of many valid reasons for spanking you now that I know who you are."
She smiled. "Retribution, thy name is Snape?"
The corner of his mouth twitched upward.
"Listen," she said seriously. "I'm a big girl now. I'm not your student. And you're not my teacher. That part of our lives is over. Your letters said you've changed. If that's true, then show me. I'm willing to get to know the man you are today. That pirate I met on Halloween was exactly what I was looking for. I'd like to see him again."
Severus sat quietly for a few seconds, turning her words over in his head. She made it seem so easy. "And what if I'm not the man you think I am? What if I haven't changed?"
Hermione knew he was different from that response alone. "You can be whomever you want to be with me. Let's just see how it goes. If we both find pleasure in each other's company, then what's the harm?”
Whomever he wanted to be. He liked the sound of that. Being the dreaded Potions master of Hogwarts didn't hold the same magic it once had. Maybe this was his escape. "You're honestly comfortable with the prospect of being nude in front of your ex-professor?"
Her face went crimson. "Yes."
"Then why is your face so red? If you think you're embarrassed now, just imagine what it's going to be like if we go upstairs."
Her face somehow burned a few degrees hotter. She could imagine it. Vividly. "I'm not embarrassed because it's you, I'm embarrassed because I don't usually meet men for such purposes."
He could tell she was being honest. And if the color of her face was any indication, she was still attracted to him. He pinched his lower lip, thinking. Maybe she was right. Halloween had been just what he wanted. Hadn't he been ready to do anything to be her first pick? She was still the same witch. He just knew her name now. They had seemed to be such a good fit. If he walked away now, he would be leaving that possibility behind. He nodded to himself. "Would you like something to drink? Tea?"
Hermione's brow furrowed. "Uh . . . sure. Tea sounds lovely. Thank you."
He rose and pulled off his cloak, draping it over the back of the chair. "I'll be right back."
Hermione watched him walk away, his back stiff and straight. Agitated wasn't quite the right word to describe his body language. More like cautious. She wondered what had convinced him to stay.
Severus went to the men's room. It was empty. And quiet. He could think. Leaning on the sink, he stared at his reflection. He looked old. Older than he'd looked when he left the castle that evening. Compared to her he was ancient. Prodding the wrinkles around his eyes, he sighed. If she doesn't mind the age difference, you shouldn't either. You knew how old she was when you answered her letters. Stop trying to find excuses for this to fail.
Straightening up, he smoothed down his shirt and tucked it in again. Then he finger-combed his hair even though it looked just as lank as it always did.
Stop fidgeting! Just go back out there. She's already told you she wants you. You. Not just the pirate. She knows what you can be like, and she's still wants to go though with this. If she's willing to start from scratch, why can't you offer her the same? You liked getting her letters, didn't you?
He did.
Her intimate knowledge concerning his past had seemed an insurmountable obstacle at first glance, but now that he thought about it, it was both good and bad. While it made him uncomfortable, she already knew the worst things about him, so there was no ticking time bomb of secrets waiting to go off. Maybe it was better to start something like this with all his cards on the table.
If her name wasn't Hermione Granger would you even be in here debating this?
No. He'd be upstairs watching that bum jiggle over his lap. That settled it. He was making things far more complicated than they needed to be.
His reflection tapped at its wrist as if he were late for something.
"I know, I know,” he growled. “Just give me minute.”
He was going to take her up on her offer to be whomever he wanted to be with her. He was tired of being angry all the time. Being miserable was exhausting. This was his chance to let that go.
At school he would continue to be the vile curmudgeon everyone expected him to be. But with her he would be the man he wished he could be. He'd done it on Halloween; it hadn't even been a struggle. He'd been more himself that night than he'd been in his entire life. He wanted to experience that again. He could be two people. He'd done it before. It would be just like employing Occlumency. Keep it separate. Compartmentalize.
Severus stared at himself in the mirror. It was time to become the man he was.

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"Here," he said, setting her tea in front of her. "I didn't know what you liked, so there's bit of honey in it."
A small smile ticked up her lips. She never thought Snape would be serving her tea. "Thank you. Honey's fine." Putting her face over the mug, she inhaled the sweet steam. It was something spicy with a hint of vanilla.
Snape set his glass of wine on the table and sat across from her again. "How was your meeting yesterday?"
Hermione blinked. She was surprised he cared enough to ask. He was different. "It went well. The forest where a small herd of centaurs have been living for the past two hundred years was being threatened by muggle developers. They wanted to tear down the trees and put up houses."
"How on earth did you resolve that?"
She bit her lip, wondering how much she should tell him. "Representatives from the Muggle Liaison Department worked with us. It involved a Cunfundus Charm, some forged documents, and some acting from the Department head."
"The developer's deal fell through then?"
She just smiled.
"I see you still have the same respect for rules that you had in your youth."
Her eyes narrowed. "I do what needs to be done to protect those who need our help. This deal was more underhanded than most, but there's not a lot of choice when you're dealing with muggles. Usually we just work with both parties until a deal is struck."
"So you argue for a living."
She shook her head, trying not to smile. "That's a bit simplistic."
"Sometimes the truth is simple."
He seemed pretty calm and almost teasing. It was as if getting their drinks had been a pilgrimage rather than just a short trip across the room. Hermione sipped her tea. "May I ask you something personal?"
"If you must."
"Were they not able to completely heal your throat? Your voice is different." It sounded as if he was getting over a cold, his words gravelly and rough. She realized earlier that it was part of the reason she hadn't recognized him on Halloween.
Snape didn't like talking about his injuries, but she was one of the few people who wouldn’t need a detailed explanation. He hadn't known until later at his trial that she had been there when he was attacked. She saw the whole thing. And he knew she had her own scars. She wouldn't judge his. Unbuttoning his top button, he pulled down his collar. "The venom damaged my larynx. They regenerated much of the tissue, but unless I’m whispering, this is as good as it gets.”
The side of his neck was a mass of scar tissue. "I'm sorry.”
"Why? You didn't rip out my throat."
She winced. Her snake nightmares had finally slowed to a trickle. But remembering how Nagini had torn open his neck made her wonder if he had even worse dreams than she did.
He re-buttoned his shirt. "What about you?" Snape said, nodding at her sleeve. "You said you had your own scars."
"It's not as bad as yours." She placed her hand over her arm.
He sipped his wine. "I heard Bellatrix left her signature on you."
"Who told you? Draco?"
He nodded. "How bad is it?"
If he could show her his wounds, she could show him hers. She took a deep breath and pulled up her sleeve. A wave of her wand dispelled the concealing charm.
Snape ran his fingers over the lines. "Couldn't they heal this?"
She shook her head. "This is the healed version."
It used to look as if someone had stuck wet spaghetti to her arm that spelled out "Mudblood," but after extensive rounds of healing, the scars had become more like raised scratches. She kept it hidden not because of how bad it looked but what it reminded her of.
He could only imagine how gruesome the original injury must have been if this was considered an improvement. The thought of Bellatrix Lestrange carving away at her arm was sickening. Bella was one of the few people who'd actually scared him in his life as an adult. There were people in the world who just didn't care about others; he understood them to some degree. But Bella was that rare breed that thrived on inflicting pain. Screams delighted her the way a puppy would delight a small child. If she had ever come at him with a dagger, he would have made sure she never used that hand again.
"It's not that bad," he assured her. "Barely noticeable." That was a lie, but to him scars were unimportant.
"I just can't stand to look at it," she whispered.
Severus covered her forearm with his palm, hiding the epitaph. “That’s understandable.”
Hermione gave him an unsure smile. His hand was warm—so much warmer than one would expect from a man like Snape. "What about yours?" she asked, lightly curling her fingers so they brushed his wrist.
Snape unbuttoned his cuff and turned over his arm. "Since you showed me yours," he quipped dryly as he rolled up his sleeve. One hand brushed away the charm.
Hermione ran her fingers over the patch of tight, shiny flesh. It was roughly the shape of his Dark Mark, but if she hadn’t known that, it would have just looked like an odd blob or possibly an old burn. “Yours isn’t noticeable either.”
"You're a bad liar, Miss Granger."
She smiled at him. "Isn’t spanking the recommended punishment for bad liars?"
His lips twitched. "I think we should talk about what's going to happen before it happens."
"Okay. What's going to happen?"
He pulled back and re-buttoned his cuff then took another sip of wine. "Do you still wish to be punished?"
"Yes. Do you still wish to punish me?" she countered.
He nodded. "I do. You may say your safe word at any time, and I will stop. However, I would like to make it clear that you will not enjoy everything that happens. I will push you as hard as I think you need to be pushed, no further. If you decide to use your safe word, everything will stop. I doubt it will be necessary. If you are experiencing some kind of flashback or you feel you are becoming uncontrollably upset, all you have to do is tell me. I am not here to cause you mental and emotional damage. Do you have any questions?”
“How bad is this going to be?”
“Physically it might be more than you think you can handle. Mentally it could be a strain. The sooner you let go and accept what’s happening, the less stressful it will be. You will be embarrassed, but I know you want that experience as well.”
“How long will it last?”
“Until you’ve had enough.”
“What will happen when it’s over?”
“Whatever needs to happen.”
Hermione found his answers rather enigmatic. He meant what he’d written about playing it by ear. “When do you have to leave?”
“When we’re done.”
Hermione sipped her tea while he sipped his wine. She was getting nervous. “Are you going to punish me for any particular reason?”
“You’ve told me the reasons you feel you need punishment. I don’t know if I agree with them, but we’ll work on the most important things first. Unless there is something you’ve done since you wrote that requires correction.”
She shook her head.
“Then I think it’s time we went upstairs.”
Hermione swallowed her tea with a gulp. “Right now?”
“There’s no time like the present.”
He rose from his chair, leaving his wine unfinished on the table. She glanced down at her remaining tea. It was a lost cause. She couldn't drink with her stomach in knots. He picked up both their cloaks and her book then held out his hand to her.
"Ready?"
She got out of her chair in a daze. Her mind was racing. His hand went to her lower back, and he guided her toward the stairs. Her skin tingled at his touch, even through the thick weight of her jumper.
"Go on," he said softly, nudging her forward. "Third floor. End of the hall."
His fingers kept rubbing back and forth, tickling the small of her back. She didn't know if he was trying to calm her or keep her on edge. Either way, her stomach was rattling with excitement by the time they got to the room.
He unlocked the door with a charmed key and went in, holding it open for her. She crept in, and he closed the door behind her. Severus put the key on the little desk and then set their cloaks on the chair. The room was small but clean. The low bed sported a mustard-brown duvet, which matched the small flowers in the wallpaper. For a cheap room, it wasn't bad.
Neither of them needed five-star accommodations to feel as if they'd hit the jackpot.
He suddenly turned to her. "Does anyone know you're here?"
She nodded. "Ginny."
"Who was your other companion on Halloween? Miss Lovegood?"
"Yes."
"Do you have something worked out with Miss Weasley to be sure you're safe?"
"I told Ginny I'd owl or Floo her by nine."
He relaxed. "We'll take a break in a bit and you can Floo her. Anyone could forge an owl."
"Should I tell her it's you?"
Severus sat on the bed and started to undo his cuffs so he could roll up his sleeves. "I prefer to maintain my privacy, but for safety's sake, I think you should tell her. Can Miss Weasley keep a secret?"
Hermione nodded. "Ginny and Luna aren't gossips. And it's Mrs. Potter now."
"Then just tell Mrs. Potter to keep my identity to herself.” Snape unbuttoned his collar and then drew back his arm to test his range of motion. His sleeves were pulling, so he pushed them up further. The next test swing was free and easy. He stopped, seeing how wide her eyes had gotten as she stared at his hands. “Are you certain you're ready to begin? I've seen parchment with more color than your face."
She couldn't stop wringing the fingers of her left hand with her right, but she nodded yes.
"Did you wear the knickers I asked you to wear?"
She smiled at his boots and nodded again.
"You're suddenly much quieter, Miss Granger. I want you to strip down to your knickers and then come over here and ask me for a spanking."
Hermione was a ball of anxiety. She’d never been so on edge with any other man she’d ever been with. Going to the chair, she faced it and pulled off her jumper, setting it on top of their cloaks. She glanced over her shoulder before she unhooked her bra. He was watching her with a quiet patience. He wasn’t staring her down or salivating, he was just calmly waiting for her to strip. Hermione kept her back to him and started to undo her jeans. Bending down, she pulled off her boots and socks then wiggled out of her trousers and set them on the chair.
Severus watched her approach him. Her knickers were small, purple, and almost transparent. A pink ribbon wound around the top, adding a decorative edge that culminated in a tiny bow at the front. He could see the dark curls of her pubic hair like a shadow behind the thin layer. He kept his face passive, but inside he was applauding her choice. She stood, shifting nervously back and forth in front of him, one arm hiding her breasts as if she’d never been naked in the presence of a man. He gave her a pointed look that said he was waiting for her to speak.
“I . . . I uh, please . . . will you spank me?”
He shook his head. “First, you put your hands by your sides then you tell me what you did wrong. After that, I want you to ask me nicely for a good hard spanking to correct your behavior. And until I say otherwise, you will address me as sir. Is all that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Severus waited for her to lower her hands. She didn’t seem to know what to do with them, so she clenched them into fists at her sides. He could see the muscles in her throat working as she swallowed loudly.
There were so many reasons she needed that spanking, but she didn’t really misbehave. She’d explained to him in the letters why she needed this so much, and downstairs he’d said he understood her reasons. Was that what she was supposed to say? “I don’t know what I did wrong, sir. I just need to be spanked.”
“How did you feel after the last time?”
“Excited, sir.”
“Were you scared or worried when it was over?”
“No, sir. The opposite.”
“You said in your letters that you felt guilty about the war. Is that the thing that bothers you the most?”
Hermione nodded.
“I expect a verbal answer when I ask you a question, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I want to hear you say it.”
Her mind was racing again. She wasn’t ready for this. He was pushing her into the deep end with no warning. He had hit her sorest spot without even taking down her knickers. She always avoided talking about the war, but he was opening with it. It had been stressful enough just imagining what was about to happen, but now he was adding jagged glass sprinkles atop her mountainous sundae of torment. Why couldn’t he just give her a simple spanking? She wanted to feel better, not think about the worst time of her life.
Snape saw the panic and pain tighten her features. “Go on,” he said softly, taking her fisted hand in his. “Say it. I’m not here to judge you.”
Hermione stared at the ceiling, blinking like a maniac and biting her tongue to hold back the tears. He was right, this was far more than she'd bargained for. She had thought his warning had been about the humiliation of being over his knee, but now she was starting to see the subtle nuances that went with the territory. The knot in her stomach made her want to vomit.
This was it. She could either be totally honest with him—as he'd asked her to be—or she could lie, a choice that would surely be detectable by a master Legilimens. That didn't seem wise. She wanted him to trust her. And a major reason she had placed the ad was so she could get some of this gnawing pain out in the open. He probably already knew what she was going to say anyway. Taking one more deep breath, she prepared to bare her soul.
“I hate myself,” she whispered. It was no good; she had to wipe away the tears as they slid down her cheeks.
Severus knew that guilt well. “Why?”
“For not saving them. For living while they died.” Her voice was so shaky she sounded as if she were 900 years old.
“That’s your offense?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then finish what you have to say.”
“Please, sir, will you give me a good hard spanking?”
“Yes, I will. Get over my knee.”
Hermione got over his lap as fast as she could so he couldn’t see her face anymore. His trousers were scratchy, and she shifted around trying to get comfortable. She hated wool. Maybe it was part of the punishment. If so, she deserved it.
Severus patted her bum a few times so she had some warning about what was to come. Smack! The sound was jolting. He gave her a medium-hard round of twenty. She was softly whining behind her sealed lips by that time, and he paused to let her catch her breath.
“I am not spanking you because you did something wrong,” he said calmly. “I am spanking you because you need it.”
Hermione jumped as his hand cracked against her bum again. Tears streamed silently down her face. She wanted him to beat her arse until she couldn’t feel it anymore.
He kept up a steady firm slapping. Her legs started to kick. “Is this making you feel better?”
“Please hit me harder, sir."
Snape sensed she needed to cry to experience the full benefit of being over his knee. He was reluctant to hurt her, but he knew the need for one pain to drown out another. He’d spent countless years with the same self-destructive mindset. He gave her twelve more slaps, upping the strength to an eight out of ten. She was bawling when he finished. Stroking her glowing backside with his other hand, he tested the heat.
“Please, sir,” she gasped, wiping her face. “I need more.”
He wanted to spank her, but not like this. The way she pleaded for more pain was heartbreaking. Severus rubbed her bum while he considered his options. This was a tricky game. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and he didn’t want to encourage her self-depreciation. He’d told her he would help her in whatever way he could. She wasn’t like his other subs who came to him with whip marks still fresh on their backs. But there were similarities. She needed the sting of his hand and the humiliation of being treated like a naughty little girl, but she wasn’t a hardened masochist jonesing for her next hit. She lived in her head. So did he. He understood. The punishment and pain would draw her from the prison of her mind. He needed to reprogram whatever lies she’d been telling herself all these years. And he wanted to prove that he, Severus Snape, was just as attentive as the pirate she’d swooned over on Halloween. They were one and the same. Maybe he needed to convince himself too.
“You did not cause those deaths,” he said, giving her a nice swat. “Voldemort and his followers caused those deaths.” Another swat. “You did everything in your power to protect those you love.” His hand clapped over her other cheek. “You did not fail.” He gave gave her one final slap to punctuate his point.
Hermione couldn’t breathe, and she was crying so hard her eyes were swollen shut. It felt as though he had punched her in the heart.
“Sometimes we do our best and bad things still happen,” he whispered. “Good people die.” Severus had to bite his tongue to keep himself in check. Granger’s self-loathing hit a bit too close to home. “You are not at fault. Living is not a punishable offense.”
He went back to giving her a slow and steady spanking so she could think about that.
Hermione wanted to scream at him that it was her fault, but she was crying too hard to say much of anything. Just when she started to get dizzy from not breathing right, he stopped and rubbed her sore bum, giving her break.
Severus stroked her flaming backside. “I know you, Miss Granger; and I know that you did everything possible to save as many people as you could. You always do your best, no matter the circumstances. I want you to say ‘I did my best.’”
Hermione couldn’t do it.
Severus slapped her bum again, but he kept his voice quiet. “Say it. I did my best.”
She croaked out a barely discernible, “I did my best.”
“No one can ask for more than your best, Miss Granger. The fallen do not blame you. Their families do not blame you. Your friends do not blame you. War is ugly. It causes nothing but pain. You have a never-ending need to ease other people’s pain. That is your nature. While you can’t eradicate the world’s suffering, you can do your best to fight evil when you come upon it. That is your salvation, Miss Granger. It’s not me turning your bum blue; it’s you fighting injustice and helping those in need. Now, I want you to say ‘I am a good person. I am doing my best.’”
Hermione took a deep, shaky breath. “I am a good person. I am doing my best.”
Severus rubbed her back. “Say ‘I caused no one’s death.”
She stayed silent.
Snape gave her a hard smack in the center of her cheeks. “Tell me whose death was your fault.”
Hermione’s crying got a second wind, and she couldn't answer him.
“That’s right,” he said, keeping his voice low as he ran his hand up and down her spine. “No one’s. I want you to go stand in the corner for a while and think about that.”
Hermione backed off his lap, still sobbing, and crawled over to the corner, curling into the wall for support.
Severus watched in fascinated horror as she made herself stand. Bloody hell. She was just as fucked up as he was. Despite her inability to breathe and the sorrow wracking her body, she was still fighting to obey him. She was desperate for approval. He went to her immediately. He’d promised to do what was best for her. Putting both hands around her waist, he pulled her back against him and whispered in her ear, “Shhhh, I know. You can rest now.”
Resting sounded wonderful. She never rested. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to calm down. His fingers kept stroking her sides, his soft voice rumbling in her head. It took several minutes, but his efforts finally lulled her into a blur of exhaustion. Her breathing was still shaky, but she managed to stop crying.
Snape released her waist and rubbed her back with one hand. Her muscles felt like stone under that soft skin. “Do you want to stay in the corner, or do you want to sit down?”
“The corner, sir,” she said, touching the wall with one trembling hand as if it were an old friend.
“Then we’ll stay right here.”
Snape observed her carefully as she relaxed even more. She hadn’t been exaggerating about her need for affection. His touch seemed to soothe her faster than a Pacifying Potion. He’d calmed other witches in such situations, but this time felt different. It was unclear whether that was because he was different or if she was bringing it out in him. He didn’t know how to proceed with these new urges. Kissing her brow at the ball had been an impulse. Now he had the urge to scoop her up and sit with her on the bed while she recovered. Did he just want to help her feel better, or was this some new fetish? He couldn’t afford to be confused about this. She needed him to be in charge.
“Are you calm enough to talk?” he asked, brushing her hair to one side.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I know this has been hard for you, but you’re doing very well.” She needed some encouragement.
“I am?”
“Yes. But we need to talk about this a little more.”
“Yes, sir.”
Severus never stopped petting her. He was starting to wonder if he needed to touch her as much as she needed to be touched. “I’d like to ask you a question.”
“Yes, sir?”
“If Miss Weasley came to you and said she blamed herself for Fred’s death, what would you say to her?”
“That I loved her and it wasn’t her fault.”
Severus nodded. “And would you secretly be blaming her for his death even though you’d told her it wasn’t her fault?”
“No!”
“Why do you think you are more to blame than Miss Weasley? Why is she innocent and you have to shoulder the burden?”
She didn’t have an answer for him. She’d never really thought of it like that. Hermione kept hugging herself, tightening her arms around her stomach so it didn’t jump out of her body. Logically, she’d been able to say she was getting past the war, but inside she’d been holding onto the guilt like a security blanket. His hand kept sweeping up and down her back, calming her with the repetitive motion.
“You are allowed to be angry at those people for dying. That doesn’t make you a bad person. I think you are so horrified by the possibility of blaming anyone but yourself that you’ve never allowed yourself to really be angry. Death is upsetting, but only for the living. Soon you will realize that the only person who deserves blame is Voldemort. He gathered the Death Eaters into battle. He forced the Order’s hand. He made it a war. There is only one person at fault in that scenario, and it isn’t you.”
“Some of it is my fault,” she whispered.
“What part?”
Hermione started to cry again, squeezing her eyes shut to hide from him. “I hurt my parents.”
The line between his brow deepened in confusion. He took her hand and pulled her away from the refuge of the wall. “Come over here.” Leading her to the bed, he sat down and looked up into her swollen eyes. “What do you mean you hurt your parents?”
She gasped out her explanation through her hiccoughing sobs. “I . . . I didn’t want them to get attacked, so I s-sent them to Australia and wiped their memories. They don’t remember me.” She couldn't catch her breath.
Memory spells were tricky. She’d wiped out a major portion of their lives—and hearts. “And you couldn’t undo it when the war was over?”
Hermione shook her head no. “They . . . they think I’m a stranger. I go check on them twice a year.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered.
Snape didn’t want to imagine what it would be like if his mother had forgotten who he was. She wasn’t an amazing woman by any stretch of the imagination, but she was the only mother he had; and she was the only parent who had shown him any affection. This confession was a bit more complicated. He understood why she blamed herself.
“Come here,” he whispered, pulling her into his lap. He hadn’t hugged anyone in maybe three decades. It felt odd but not unpleasant. She sobbed into his neck, her body shaking against him. “You were protecting them. And you were successful. They are alive. The outcome could have been much worse. You did the right thing.”
No one had ever said that to her. Hermione wrapped her arm around his neck. She was leaving a wet spot on his shoulder, but she couldn't stop bawling. She’d kept this information mostly to herself. Harry knew, but he had his own things to worry about; so she didn’t like to bring it up. She felt awful complaining to him about her parents when his were dead.
Snape had seen plenty of tears in his time as a teacher, but if she kept crying like that, she was going to make herself sick. He wished he had a Calming Solution with him. “Shhh, it’s all right. You made the best of a bad situation. Sometimes there are no good choices. We do the best with what we have.”
Hermione was knackered. Her head was clogged up, and she couldn’t see through the river in her eyes. Snape just held her tighter. One of his hands stroked the back of her neck. The thumb of his other hand ran back and forth like wiper blades against her spine. She’d never considered him a calming influence before, but now his quiet presence was soothing her back into normalcy. She felt slightly ridiculous being in just her knickers while he was still wearing all his clothes, but she didn’t want to get out of his lap even to get dressed.
Severus waited while she cried herself to a state of utter fatigue. He wished he knew more about making a witch feel better. All he could do was wait until the storm passed. She couldn’t cry forever.
Hermione eventually fell quiet on his shoulder. She sniffed and let out a deep sigh. The hand on her neck slid around to her jaw.
“Let’s get you some water and clean you up,” he said softly.
Her arms tightened around him. “Please don’t let go of me.”
Severus blinked, surprised (and secretly pleased) by her reluctance to leave his embrace. “Very well. I can do my best with my wand.”
Hermione felt him magically sucking the tears and mucous from her face. She knew she must look hideous, but at least she could breathe again. “Thank you, sir.”
He smiled and set his wand behind him. “I’d like you to rest for a little while before we decide how to proceed. I’ll stay with you,” he added before she could ask. “Do you want to get under the covers?”
Hermione nodded. He urged her to climb up the bed, and then he helped her pull down the duvet and get under it. While he stayed above the sheets, she curled on her side and put her hand on his arm. “I’m so tired.”
“It’s been a trying day for you. Take a nap. You need the rest.”
“What will you do?”
“Think.”
“I have a book if you want.”
He smiled. “That’s kind of you, Miss Granger. I’ll read if I finish thinking.”
“Hermione,” she told him.
“What?”
“Call me Hermione.”
“Perhaps.”
She smiled and closed her eyes. Sleep came quickly.

__ __ __ __ __ __ __
When she opened her eyes, Snape was in the exact same spot, staring at the ceiling. She released his arm and rubbed her eyes. “How long have I been asleep?”
He glanced at her. “Maybe thirty minutes. How do you feel?”
“Pretty good.”
“Are you ready for your real punishment now?”
Hermione paused in her stretching. “Real punishment? What was that we did earlier?”
“That was simply an exercise to help you feel better. I refuse to punish you for imagined wrongs.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
He chuckled at her continued gratitude. “You’re welcome. Now, tell me what behavior you’ve been engaging in that you wish to change. We’ll start there.”
“Um . . . I don’t know. I don’t really do anything wrong.”
“What time do you go to bed at night?”
Hermione shrugged. “Maybe two.”
“Do you think that’s healthy?”
“I have work to finish.”
“I think it would be best if you went to bed by eleven at the latest.”
“Eleven!”
“Miss Granger, you cannot properly do your job if you aren’t getting adequate sleep. Ten was my first thought; I’m giving you a lot of leeway.”
“You can’t be serious. I’m not a child. I can go to bed when I please.”
He gave her a stern look. “I told you this was about doing what was best for you. What time do you get up? Six? Seven? You’re getting less than six hours of sleep. That is not healthy. Either you accept my correction or contact one of your other respondents.”
Hermione couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t kidding. He wanted her to be in bed by eleven. “I can’t just switch to sleeping earlier like that," she said, snapping her fingers to illustrate her point.
“I don’t expect you to. I want you to go to bed fifteen minutes earlier each night until you are in bed by ten-thirty and you can turn out your lights at eleven. Your body will slowly adjust.”
She chewed at her lip for a few minutes, deciding whether she would really do it or not. “Yes, sir.”
He nodded. “Do you wish to visit the lav before we begin?”
“Yes.”
“That’s fine. Go on. I’ll be ready when you get back.”
Hermione climbed out of the bed, leaving behind the warmth of the blankets. Her nipples grew to craggy points in the sudden cold, and she warmed them with her palms as she made her way to the tiny bathroom. She got a drink of water and used the loo. After rinsing off her face, she didn’t look so bedraggled. It was the best she could do. When she went back out, he was sitting at the foot of the bed again.
Severus waved her over. “Stop standing in the door. You know why we’re here.”
Hermione stood next to his knee, wondering if she should just flop down over his lap.
Snape put a hand on her arm to still her. “First tell me what you did wrong and then ask me for correction.”
Bloody hell. Asking him for it was just as bad as the sting of his hand. “I haven’t been getting enough sleep, sir. Please will you give me a spanking?” This was humiliating.
“Have you been a naughty girl?”
Hermione didn’t know she could go from zero to sixty in one phrase. “Yes, sir.”
“What do naughty girls get?”
She knew exactly what he was playing at. “They get a spanking, sir.”
“Yes, they do.” He spread his legs and patted his left thigh. “Face the headboard and get over my knee.”
Hermione was slightly confused, but once she was lying in the general direction with her chest on the bed, he adjusted her so her thighs were on either side of his. The position was mildly sexual, her pussy resting on his leg.
Severus had seen the hesitation on her face. She was considering lying to him and maintaining her late hours. He had a feeling the spanking would change her mind about that. He pulled up the leg of her knickers, checking to see how her skin looked from earlier. It was still pink. He straightened her knickers, smoothing them out neatly; then he gave her bum a few pats to remind her who was in charge. “Let’s begin with five minutes. We’ll see how you’re feeling after that.”
“Yes, sir.”
He started slowly, and Hermione relaxed. It was just like at the hotel. Her clit throbbed against his knee, loving the sharp warmth even more than her bum did.
Severus gradually built the speed and strength. She had been sighing and whimpering happily, but after three and a half minutes, she started to sound a bit worried. He leveled out at a medium pace. He wouldn’t go any faster or harder. She was about to find out that impact wasn’t the only way a spanking could become uncomfortable.
When the five minutes were up, he rubbed her bright pink bum, and she arched into his petting. “Tell me what time you’ll be turning out your lights tonight, Miss Granger.”
Hermione couldn’t think all that clearly. Her bum was hot as a griddle; she reached back to test it with one hand. “One forty-five, sir.”
Severus let her gauge the heat index. “That’s right. And why is your bottom getting a nice tan right now?”
Hermione bit back her grin so he wouldn’t hear it in her voice. “Because I deserve it?”
“The spanking is an admonishment of your past behavior. It will reinforce what is acceptable and what is not. Your sore backside reminds you what happens if you disobey me.”
Hermione winced as he started again. It was so bloody hot in there. Her bum felt as if it was twenty degrees warmer than the rest of the room. She was hoping he would stop after ten or so, but he just kept going.
Severus spent the next five minutes making sure her pink posterior turned evenly red. His hand was starting to smart, but he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. She was loudly gasping and whining through the second round.
Smoothing his hand over the curve of her buttocks, letting her rest, he smirked as she let out a dry sob of relief. “You can’t be a productive member of your department without adequate sleep,” he murmured. “You want to do your best, don’t you?”
Yes, sir,” she groaned. His hand felt like a hot plate.
“You knew it wasn’t good to get so little sleep. You disregarded your own health. That will not be happening any longer.”
He started spanking her again, and Hermione cried into the bedspread, her feet kicking the air; she shouted like a petulant child. She couldn’t help it. Her bum hurt so much. He didn’t seem to be hitting her that hard, but it had been going on forever. It feels as if I’ve been sitting on a pyre.
Severus lightened up a little. Her bum was probably sore enough now that it would hurt with barely any effort. Her wiggling was becoming more pronounced, but he just tightened his arm around her waist so she wouldn’t buck off his leg. Her skin looked exquisite. He wanted to spend the entire night with his cheek pressed to her burning backside. He could sleep by the warmth of her glow.
Taking another break, he patted her bum. “This looks very nice now, Miss Granger. I think we’re almost done here. Tell me again why you’re over my knee.”
Hermione took a deep breath and heard the wobble in her voice, “Because I haven’t been taking care of myself properly, sir.”
“That’s right. And how are you going to start taking better care of yourself?”
“By sleeping more, sir.”
“Good.”
The sharp sound of his hand slapping her skin accompanied the sting in her rump. Hermione buried her face in her arm and sobbed. She didn’t have enough energy to fight it. And she realized she didn’t want to. She needed him to smack her bum until she couldn’t think. The stress of work faded in the glow of her backside. The anger toward herself was silenced by the clap of his hand. It was cathartic. Meditation through spanking. It was nice to cry for a different reason—one that wasn’t in her head.
Severus saw the surrender take over her body. Her back relaxed, and she stopped kicking so violently. Her cries became sobs of deliverance. The more she let go, the more he wanted to take care of her. That urge he’d felt earlier was returning with a vengeance.
When her bum was the color of a cherry tomato, he stopped again and stroked her cheeks. “That’s enough. Do you think insufficient sleep is acceptable now, Miss Granger?”
“No, sir,” she sniffled.
“This was about twenty minutes. If you choose to not go to bed at a decent hour, we will increase this to forty minutes. I guarantee you, you do not want that.”
“Yes, sir.”
Severus slipped his hand into her knickers, pushing aside her damp gusset and pressing his fingers to her dripping slit. “Do you have a thank you for me, Miss Granger? You are grateful for the correction, aren’t you?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes. Thank you, sir.”
“I want you to say ‘Thank you for spanking me, sir. I will go to bed when you ask me to.’”
“Thank you for spanking me, sir. I will go to bed when you ask me to.”
“Excellent. I think we need to make sure this lesson is ingrained deeply,” he purred, sliding his middle finger inside her.
Hermione squeaked in pleasure. The spanking had left her even wetter than she’d anticipated. “Yes, sir!”
He smirked. It would take scarcely any effort to push her over. Adding another finger, he watched her dance over his knee. While her earlier squirming had been spastic and without grace, this round was a sinuous solo of hips and pelvis. As he entered her over and over, listening to the percussive squish of her juices, she ground her clit into his thigh like an angry belly dancer. Her muscles grabbed at his fingers, begging him to join in their revelry. His dick gave a jealous twitch behind his zip. Patience.
Hermione shouted a surprised “Huh!” into the mattress. She’d never come so fast in all her life.
When her orgasm faded and her breathing was back to normal, he pulled his fingers free; her pussy gave an impossible-to-miss slurp at the departure. Severus sucked his fingers clean, tasting a sample of what was to come. The nectar of the gods. “Can you stand, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir. I think so.”
“Then I want you to go face the wall again.” He helped her up. She seemed unsteady. That was a good sign. “Put your hands on your head. I don’t want you rubbing your bottom.” When she was in place, he rose and stood just behind her. “I want you to think about what we did just now and why.” Severus straightened her knickers and patted her rear.
Hermione’s face flushed at the gesture. As if she could think about anything else. He hadn’t even taken off her underwear. Her panties were going to be a creamy mess. The slick slide of pussy added a new dimension to her reflections. It was hard to think about proper bedtimes and how much she wanted to do what he said while there was a noticeable leak wetting her underwear.
Severus smiled softly as he watched her wiggle in the corner. He’d left on her knickers for his own amusement. He just wanted to see how wet they could get before he took them off. He had a feeling all future bedtimes for her would involve her hand down her panties and a wet spot she wouldn’t be able to stop touching in the dark. He was fine with that as long as she went to bed when she was supposed to. Her buttocks twitched as the minutes passed, and he grinned at the red glow lighting her globes.
“It’s been ten minutes, Miss Granger,” he whispered. The room was so quiet he could hear the distant hubbub of commerce below their window. “I’d like you to come over here.”
Hermione dropped her arms and wiped the remaining tears from her face before she went over to him.
Severus held out his hand to her. “Sit in my lap.”
Hermione winced as her bum burst to a flame against his leg.
Snape smirked at her uncomfortable grimace. He stroked her lower back with one finger, right above the border of her knicker elastic. “You did very well today. Did that punishment meet your needs?”
She certainly couldn’t take any more. “Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. I think we should go downstairs and get something to eat. You can Floo Miss Weasley and tell her you’re safe. Then we can come back up here, and I’ll take down your knickers and give you a thorough inspection. Does that sound agreeable?”
Hermione grinned. “It does. Will you be taking off your clothes for that inspection?”
“That could be arranged. I want to make sure you get everything you need tonight.”
“In that case, I need something right now.”
He gave her a considering look. If she said she wanted his cock that very second, he was going to have to show her what being dominated really meant. “And what’s that?”
“Will you hug me?”
Severus kicked himself for not having done it already. “I was just getting to it.”
He pulled her in tightly against him, and Hermione wrapped her arm around his shoulders. She buried her face in the crux of his scarred neck and inhaled the musky scent of his body. It was subtle. She closed her eyes and memorized its notes, letting it lull her into a hazy afterglow. While this moment was exactly what she’d been looking forward to, she hadn’t been prepared for the other person to be Severus Snape.
He was a much better hugger than he appeared.

__ __ __ __ __ __ __
Hermione knocked on Susan’s office door. It creaked open, and Hermione peeked around the edge. “Susan?”
The redhead glanced up, smiling. “Hermione! Come in.”
Hermione smiled back. “How are you? Is the inn business treating you all right?”
Susan nodded, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Yes. It's exciting. You never know who you might see sharing a table . . . or a room.”
Hermione blushed.
“Please don’t be embarrassed. I was just surprised to see you here with Snape.”
“Yes . . . well. It’s a long story, but I sort of didn’t know it was him I was meeting until I got here.”
“Someone set you up on a blind date with Snape?”
“Something like that,” Hermione said, smiling lightly. “Please don’t tell anyone about this. It's still new, and neither of us needs the publicity.”
Susan made a lip-zipping gesture with one hand. “Your secret’s safe with me. Discretion is the innkeeper’s greatest amenity.”
“Thanks.”
“Is there something you needed, or did you just come to visit?” Susan asked, gathering up The Prophet she’d been reading at her desk.
“Oh, I came to ask if I could use your Floo. I needed to leave a message with Ginny, and I didn’t want my bum hanging out in the middle of the pub.”
Susan snickered and nodded. “I understand. Go right ahead. Powder’s on the mantle.”
Hermione knelt at the immaculate hearth and tossed in a pinch of Floo powder. She called out “Potter Cottage” and stuck her head in the flames. The Potter’s house wasn’t really a cottage, but everyone had taken to calling it that after a sloshed Ron declared it so at their housewarming party.
Her head appeared in Ginny’s kitchen, and Hermione was relieved to see Luna sitting at the table instead of Harry. “Luna! Is Ginny home?”
Luna smiled and nodded. “James wanted a cup of water. She’ll be back in just a second. We’ve been waiting to hear from you all night.”
“Is Harry home?” she asked, looking about nervously.
“No. He’s at a meeting at the Ministry.”
“Thank Merlin,” she muttered. “I don’t think he’s ready to hear about this.”
Ginny burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear. “Hermione! You’re okay. Tell us what’s happened. Did he shag you yet? What’s he like? Is he treating you all right? Are you still there? Did he go digging for your buried treasure yet? Tell us! We're dying here.”
Hermione laughed at her barrage of questions. “He’s . . . um . . . only spanked me so far.” There was barely any volume to the word. “We’re just taking a break.”
“So what’s he like without the mask? Hot pirate or scurvy sailor?”
Hermione looked away, biting back her smile.
Luna nodded. “He looks better than he used to. Being a spy must have taken its toll on his health.”
Ginny was confused. “What? What are you talking about?”
Hermione was floored. “You knew it was him?”
Ginny looked at Hermione. “Him who? Who are you talking about?”
Luna nodded. “His voice sounds wrong, but the way he moves is the same.”
Hermione couldn’t believe Luna had recognized him while she hadn’t. “Why didn’t you say something at Earlgrave’s? I almost had a heart attack when he showed up today.”
“You said you were staying anonymous at the party. I didn’t want to ruin your fun.”
Ginny growled. “Would you two tell me who we’re talking about.”
Hermione could see Luna was giving her the opportunity to reveal the secret in her own time. “Do you promise not to tell Harry?” she asked Ginny. “At least not yet.”
“Yes, of course.”
“It’s Snape,” Hermione said softly.
Ginny’s eyes went wide. “Snape? As in Severus Snape?”
Hermione nodded. “When he found out it was me, he almost left. I somehow talked him into staying.”
“Snape,” Ginny repeated again. Her mouth slowly curled into a smile. “Pirate Snape?” She started to laugh. “Woof?”
Hermione blushed. “You’re the one who said he had a nice arse.”
Ginny laughed harder. “Don’t tell Harry.”
Luna smiled. “Are you going to stay with him all night?”
Hermione shrugged. “I’m not sure. I hope so.”
Ginny wiped the tears of laughter from her face, trying to restrain her giggling. “He’s not being too rough, is he?”
Hermione shook her head. “No. He’s really . . . controlled. But . . . weirdly sweet. He’s nothing like you’d think.”
“Have you kissed him yet?” Luna asked.
Hermione was glad the flames hid her blushing. “No. I don’t know if that’s part of the agreement. He hasn’t even taken off his clothes yet.”
“Where is he now?” Ginny asked.
“In the main hall, guarding my cocoa and biscuits.”
Luna breathed out a romantic sigh. “What a gentleman.”
Ginny’s mad giggling revived when she saw Luna’s dreamy expression. “Yes, very chivalrous. Remember to sip his dick with your pinky out so he knows you’re a lady of quality and good breeding.”
Hermione shook her head, snickering. “I should get back out there. He’s probably wondering where I am.”
Ginny nodded. “Okay. If you can peel yourself off the mattress tomorrow, come and tell me how it went.”
“Kay,” Hermione said, grinning wryly. “Bye, you guys.”
“Be good,” Luna called after her.

__ __ __ __ __ __ __
Snape kept his hand on her as they made their way back to the room. Denim didn’t allow him to really feel her, but he knew she needed his touch. Their first real attempt had gone better than planned. She had been honest about what she needed, and there had been little resistance to his discipline. He hadn’t had to get forceful with her; she’d accepted his directions without much convincing—although, he hadn’t really asked for anything extreme. Getting more sleep wasn’t something she could claim was unreasonable.
He handed her the key, and she unlocked the door while he slid his hand up the back edge of her jumper, brushing over her soft skin. There was a metallic scraping as she fumbled with the door, the sound belying her eagerness. They entered the room, and he pulled the key from the lock and set it on the table. The door clicked shut behind them, cutting them off from the outside, sealing them in a private world of their own making. His cock was already filling in anticipation. He was looking forward to seeing her pussy again, and if her nervous glances and soft panting were any indication, she was equally excited.
“I think you’d better get those clothes off,” he murmured. “Inspections are done nude.”
Hermione smiled at the floor, squeezing her thighs together, trying to stanch her dripping core. “For both of us?”
He smirked. “Strip down to your underwear. I’ll do the same.”
Hermione quickly pulled off her jumper and unhooked her bra. The sooner she was naked, the sooner he would be touching her. It was less scary disrobing in front of him this time. She watched him slowly unbutton his shirt as she wiggled out of her jeans. He stared back at her with a hint of amusement on his thin lips as she waited for him to catch up. Her knickers provided scant coverage, and she wished she’d been less hasty. He was just sitting down to pull off his shoes, and she was left lighting the room with her high-beams while he observed her growing desire with a cool eye.
Severus took in her sharpened nipples and shifting dance. Unfastening his trousers, he lifted his hips and matched her level of nudity with his own. His dick was solid enough to tent his black boxers, and her eyes kept sweeping over his form—sticking when they got to his crotch. Her inability to hide her pleasure was a bit immature, but compared to the jaded witches he usually slept with, it was oddly sweet. She didn’t know how to play the game. There would be no soft sighs of halfhearted arousal, breathed only to incite him to more vigorous action, no blasé looks flung to fuel his curiosity. There was no mystery here. Her experience was limited to young men who had probably stroked or licked her clit for a few minutes then tried to fuck her to orgasm (also for a few minutes). She’d never had experienced men compete for her company. She didn’t know that she held the power.
“Whenever you take your correction well, I will make sure you are rewarded as you were earlier. The spanking was the punishment; the pleasure was to assure your compliance. I find witches are more than willing do as you ask if they know their continued good behavior will result in orgasm.”
Hermione couldn’t argue with that.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” he said softly. “Inspections follow all punishments. From now on when I see you, we will start with an inspection. I will see how your previous punishment is healing and gauge the level of your arousal. If you have been sentenced to any anal correction, I will check to make sure you have been following through and that you are healthy and clean.”
Hermione’s face turned scarlet. What did he mean by anal correction? How clean did she need to be? Staring at the muted mustard color of the bedspread, she swallowed hard, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Just because she sometimes fingered herself back there didn’t mean she was ready for anybody else to do it.
Severus rose and stood behind her. The curve of her backside was lovely. She was no longer a skinny schoolgirl. She’d fleshed out in a visually appealing way. And bent over as she was, she was even more alluring. Placing one hand on her red rump, he traced his fingers over her skin as he spoke. “I don’t want to confuse you. If we have sex, it will be because we both want to have sex; it will not be a reward for your behavior and it is not a part of your correction. It might sometimes happen because you need it, but it will never happen just because we are meeting. It is not expected. While I enjoy your pussy, I can control myself. If you get what you need from the spanking or if you just need me to hold you for an hour, that is what needs to happen. There will be no fucking because you feel guilty about my physical state or because you think you owe me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled. She’d switched from casual to respectful with no prodding. Her ability to slip so easily into a submissive state was indicative of her need to let go. This had been building in her for quite some time. Running his finger over the valley of her stretched purple panties, he teased her divide, skating down to the plump lips of her hidden sex. “I’m going to take down your knickers now. In the future, all your punishments will happen on the bare bottom and your pre-punishment pleading will alter accordingly. Tell me what you're going to say next time you ask me for correction.”
Hermione’s face could not possibly get any hotter. She was glad her embarrassment was hidden by her position. “Um . . . please spank my bare bottom, sir?”
He nodded. That was acceptable for now. He’d push it when she started to get used to the humiliation. Peeling her knickers down her hips, he bit back his growing grin. He’d felt how wet she was earlier, but seeing it was entirely different. The glinting shine peeking from her slit was stunning. Her tiny knickers clung to her sex and had to be persuaded to leave the juicy warmth of her folds. He could understand their reluctance. Her knickers dropped to her knees, and he slid one hand between her thighs, urging her to spread her legs more, grazing her damp slit with the side of his finger.
Hermione whimpered into the bed. She spread her legs as far as her knickers would allow. He kept his hand on her thigh longer than necessary, and she prayed he would “accidentally” brush over her lips once more. He didn’t. Instead, his hands stroked her heated bum and prodded her flesh. She knew he was studying his handiwork, and it made her skin prickle with excited embarrassment to be under such close scrutiny. He could see everything: her creamy cunny, her hidden hole, her punished posterior. Her pussy didn’t seem to mind the attention; it got noticeably wetter as the exam progressed. When his fingers gently parted her cheeks, she squeaked into the bed.
A pale strip of white highlighted her furrow where his spanking hadn’t reached. He ran his fingers over it, testing her response. When he trailed over her dark whorl, she gasped. Yes, we’ll go back to that later. He eased one puffy, pink petal to the side. “Arch your back more. Let me see.”
Hermione closed her eyes and did as he asked. She had a feeling she might climax if his investigation was lengthy enough. He was barely touching her, and her pussy was already streaming.
Severus used his middle and index finger to hold open her slippery sex. His cock seemed interested in his find; it was peeking out of the opening in his boxers, straining to take the exploration deeper. Grasping himself though the thin cotton of his shorts, he squeezed his dick back into submission. Soon. She’ll want to meet you first. Wait until you’re properly introduced. Slipping one finger up her slick channel, he tested the conditions. Primed for takeoff.
Hermione arched her back even harder, ready to start rocking on his finger. He didn’t give her a chance, sliding lower, slowly parting her folds until he arrived at her clitoris. She jumped at the contact. Her nub was so swollen it could probably be seen from space. He held her open again, and she felt one finger, silky from her arousal, pulling back her hood so he could see the underlying bulb. She fought not to squirm, but all she wanted was for him to massage that little button until she shuddered and screamed.
Severus saw her pussy twitch; it was already desperate for penetration. Her clit looked as if it was on the verge of bursting. She was certainly a responsive little witch. “This looks excellent, Miss Granger. I believe you pass inspection. This arse better be sparkling clean when you come to me.”
Hermione groaned as he brushed over her anus again. His finger came back down and tapped at her perineum, making her shiver and whimper.
Her pussy and arsehole winked at him; Severus winked back and kept stroking that thin expanse of skin. “Naughty girls get uncomfortable plugs in their bottoms; good girls get whatever they beg for.”
Hermione’s eyes popped open as he tickled her backdoor. She shuddered and let out a ragged breath.
“Is there something you’d like to beg for, Miss Granger?”
She shook her head no, unable to speak.
No? We’ll see about that. “Then turn over on your back. If you want to feel my tongue between your legs, you’d better spread wide.”
Hermione was on her back with her knickers off and her legs open before he could count to five.
Severus had to wipe one hand down his face to hide his laugh. “Very good, but you do know we have all night, don’t you? You don’t have to do everything at warp speed.”
Hermione blushed and nodded. She couldn’t help it. She was ready to go.
Snape pulled off his shorts, and her eyes went wide. Climbing in the bed with her, he settled his shoulders between her legs and began by stroking and kissing her soft inner thighs. He could already smell her pussy. Just being in the vicinity left his mouth watering. “Mmm, you smell delicious.”
Hermione gasped when he nibbled her thigh. His teeth scraped a path up to the juncture of her leg and torso, where he licked and grazed the sensitive skin. “Mm!”
Snape grinned at her neatly-trimmed pussy and kissed the outer reaches. When she started bucking, he held down her hips with one arm and nuzzled her wet groove. His nose bumped her clit, and she let out desperate whine behind her locked jaw. He snaked his tongue between her parted lips and drank straight from the source. She was sweeter than any confection at Honeyduke’s, and the musky scent of her arousal was a heady trip. He wanted to bury his face in her cunt and get high on it.
His greasy black hair tickled her thighs, and Hermione reached down to pet him. His tongue slowly lapped through her folds, making her eyes roll back in her head. He went lower to tease at her opening, and she hissed through her teeth as his tongue slithered up her passage and his nose nudged her nub. She’d been eaten before but never with such deliberate patience. He burrowed into her pussy as if he were searching for a prize buried in her depths. Mashing her lips together, she fought not to shout.
Severus pushed her legs to her chest, exposing her completely. He sucked one plump lip into his mouth and pulled at her sex. She sounded as if she were struggling to keep her moans contained. That wouldn’t do. Releasing her labia with a wet pop, he gave her a warning look. “Why are you trying to censor yourself?”
She panted down at him. “What?”
“I want to hear you moaning. The louder you are, the better I’m doing. How will I know what you enjoy if you don’t make it known?”
Hermione dropped her head back. “I’ve never . . . I mean . . .”
“You’ve never made noise in bed?”
“Not with another person.”
“But you have alone?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Open your mouth and pretend you’re alone.”
“I’ll sound ridiculous.”
He hid his rolling eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that. I’ve heard witches make all kinds of noises, and none of them ever sounded ridiculous.” That wasn't completely true, but he didn't want her to be self-conscious.
“Okay.” Hermione closed her eyes and tried to forget he had ears.
Severus went back to her juicy cleft, tonguing her clit for a bit before moving down to her entrance. She moaned, and he growled approvingly, encouraging her to give him more. He flickered his tongue over her perineum, and she jerked once and let out a strangled gasp. When he repeated the action, she gave him a whimpery “huuuh.” That’s it. Are you ready to beg yet?
Hermione’s head was reeling. He went to her clit, and her back arched into a fitful bridge. She was getting closer. “Uuuuuuh.”
Snape slid down and pushed two fingers into her satin heat. He adored that silken sloshing. If she got any wetter, he was going to need a snorkel. She was getting louder now (both vocally and vaginally), and he was enjoying her increasingly desperate moans. I wonder what kind of sounds I can fuck out of her.
"Gonna come soon," she panted. "Please, Severus."
"You do sound rather juicy," he muttered into her slit. "Tell me what you need."
Hermione licked her parched lips and tried to swallow. "Stay on my clit. Please!"
Severus could do better than that. Sealing his lips around that engorged nub, he suckled her nest of nerves while his fingers curled inside her. Her g-spot was just as swollen as her little button. Staying right on top of it, he listened to her deconstruct. Her reluctance to moan seemed forgotten as she climaxed. It was a good thing he'd erected that sound barrier. The Bones girl would have been pounding on their door, telling them belt up. While his ego found that appealing, he might never get her to moan again after such an embarrassment.
Her body finally wound down, stilling as her climax faded. His hand was soaked. His face was soaked. The bed was soaked. It had been a successful first round. He hadn't gotten the begging he expected, but the night was young.
"See, you do know how to moan," he commented as he licked his glistening fingers.
Hermione put one hand over her heart, holding it inside her chest. "No one else has ever made me come like that."
"That was just an appetizer, Miss Granger. Sex should be a gourmet meal. Let's move on to the next course."
She was hoping for a palette cleanser before the entrée. "I want to do the same thing to you."
He smirked. "If you mean you want to suck my dick, then say so. The bedroom is no place for misunderstandings."
"Okay. I want to suck your dick. And some other things. If you come, how long will we have to wait for you to get hard again?"
Severus hid his amusement and climbed up to lie next to her. "The time varies. Maybe half an hour."
"That's perfect," she said with a pleased smile. "It takes me about a half hour to come, so we can switch off when you're ready."
"Switch off?"
"Yes, you know, I'll come and then you can shag me until you come."
"Wouldn't you like to come while I'm inside you?"
Hermione's brow furrowed in thought. "We can try. But I'll have to touch my clit the whole time. I've done it before. It's easier if I'm on top for that bit."
Severus suddenly understood her reasoning. "Have you only ever come by touching your clit?"
Hermione nodded slowly. Was there another way to do it? Thrusting felt good, but it never got her anywhere. "Yes."
"You've never come hands-free? Or tongue-free as the case may be.”
"No. Well . . . once."
He put his hand on her thigh. "What happened?"
She blushed furiously, her face glowing with heat. "I . . . I was horseback riding, and . . ."
He smirked. "The horse fucked you until you came?"
She blushed but laughed at the ceiling.”Ha ha," she muttered. "No. It was just . . . the pressure of the saddle and . . . the constant bump of movement."
He nodded with a grin. She was so easy to embarrass. "You've never used a vibrator or a dildo or anything?"
Her face flamed. "Uh . . . yes . . . but uh . . . only when I want to have something inside me."
"I see. When you're alone, do you stay in the same position every time? On your back?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not every time. It is the way I do it most often, but sometimes I do it other ways."
"That's good. Your body gets used to the same position. I've known several witches who could only come while lying on their backs. Pleasure can become a habit just like anything else. This coming week, I want you to practice masturbating in every possible position you can think of. Can you do that for me?"
She nodded but kept her eyes from meeting his. Having her ex-professor tell her to explore masturbation was beyond bizarre. And she had never been so eager to complete an assignment.
"I intend to show you tonight that you can come without touching your clit. Orgasms are like ice cream. Your clitoris can provide you with mint chocolate chip, but your pussy can provide rocky road and sometimes double chocolate chip. It’s a good idea to keep your options open.”
She smiled. He’d remembered her offhand comment about ice cream preference, comparing her orgasms to her favored flavor. He was either overly confident about his sexual prowess, or he knew things she didn’t. Hermione was leaning toward the latter. He wasn’t a boastful man, and her experience was limited. “What if I can’t?”
“You will,” he assured her. “We’ll have to work you up to it. I’ll touch your clit until you’re right on the edge then we’ll let my cock take over. Right now your body is accustomed to only coming from clitoral stimulation, but if your brain starts to associate orgasms with sex, it will learn to climax from the penetration. New connections are constantly being made.”
“I’ve never associated sex with orgasms. Well . . . not my own.”
“I gathered that. It’s much easier than you think. I’ve seen women learn to orgasm from nipple play alone. One master I used to know trained his slaves to climax with a phrase. He said it every time they came until they were addicted to it. He would get them worked up and then push them over with a few words.”
“What did he say?”
“I’ve no idea. I could never hear him. I knew a few witches who could breathe themselves to orgasm too. It’s best to keep an open mind. Your body can do things you’ve never even considered. And we have all night. Time isn’t an issue. Take as long as you need.”
His hand was warm on her thigh. Hermione reached down and drew her fingers through his pubic hair in a tentative gesture of exploration. She’d been waiting all week to see that cock again, and it was just as magnificent as she remembered. Her fingers grazed the base, and he twitched at the contact. “Does that mean we’re going to sleep here all night long?”
Snape’s eyes drank in her naked body. He hadn’t spent the night with anyone is ages. Casual shagging didn’t require sleepovers, and he preferred the solitude of the dungeons. But she had made her desire for companionship as clear as her desire for discipline. He’d agreed to her needs as soon as he’d penned his second letter. “Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes. Nights are the loneliest time.”
He too found night to be a fertile time for imagined partners. It had, on rare occasions, been troubling enough to get him out of bed and to the owlery to send a message to one of his past bedmates. Humans needed human companionship, and empty sheets had a way of highlighting that missing ingredient. “I’ll be here all night.”
"I can pay for half the room."
He marveled at the things she thought about under such circumstances. "That is unnecessary, Miss Granger. I have quite a nest egg saved. Living at Hogwarts most of the year keeps my expenses down."
Her fingers crept to his manhood. She was dying to get reacquainted. She'd tried to imagine what sex with someone of that size would be like, but she had absolutely nothing to compare him to. Even her dildo wasn't very thick. Her small selection of toys provided her with length but not width. She’d never found it necessary.
He slid his arm around the back of her shoulders. "Go ahead. Get to know each other. You're about to become intimately involved."
Hermione bit her lips to hold back her gleeful smile. "I meant what I said in my letters. Your cock is bloody gorgeous."
Snape ran his thumb over her silky shoulder. Good dick was probably his one redeeming quality. He had a feeling the witches who'd agreed to sleep with him were doing so for purely selfish reasons. Although many had praised his actions between the sheets (or against the wall or on the sofa), none had ever just come right out and openly complimented him. Some had begged to suck him (he could be obliging), and he knew the reason behind their requests; but he was enjoying her outright honesty.
"Show me how much you like it," he said, urging her closer.
Hermione sank down to stare her new friend in the eye. He was half hard, and she ran one finger over his plumping sex. There was something about that state of almost-erection that made her mental. It was a silent dare of possibility. There was a great deal of power inherent in a rock-hard cock, but for now it was just a suggestion—like seeing Superman's S peeking out of his dress shirt. She wanted to awaken that gripping coil of desire in him. The incident at the hotel had given her a taste of his passion, and she wanted to see how intense he could get.
Petting his soft, furry sac, she inspected his member, taking mental pictures for future solo sessions. She knew what he looked like completely erect, so she was also noting the changes that took place as he grew. As she stroked and studied him, he hardened in her hand, his silken foreskin pulling back to reveal the tip of his swollen knob. She nuzzled his bobbing erection, breathing in his scent. That hint of masculine musk she'd smelled on his neck earlier was in abundance here. Burying her nose in his balls, she took a deep breath, trying to memorize it so her fantasies would be overflowing with sensual details.
Severus gritted his teeth as she began to lick his shaft. Her visual and manual observations had left him hard as a broom handle. As soon as she started cupping his bollocks and burrowing into his pubes, he was grunting like an amorous grizzly. He should have known from her days as his student that she would take "thorough" to new levels. He'd never had a witch go on such a leisurely tour of his nether regions. It was maddening while at the same time touching in her admiration.
Once her tongue had him twitching and straining, Hermione took him in her mouth as she had that first night, but this time she suckled his bulbed head, running her tongue over its velvety smoothness. He tasted amazing, something she never would have guessed when she used to sit in his classroom watching him sneer at their work. He hadn't sneered once so far. (Although the circumstances were quite different.) His letters had said time had mellowed him. She wondered if that was only true privately or if he had changed as a teacher too.
Severus growled as she tugged his foreskin and then pulled it up, covering the corona. Her tongue slipped between his throbbing head and that sheath, circling around and stimulating both areas at once. His dick was so packed with blood, it felt as if it had gained a few pounds since he'd taken off his trousers. She stayed right there on the head for several minutes, making him jerk and huff like a schoolboy. No witch had played him to such a boiling point in decades. He wasn't even sure she was aware how desperate he was. He knew she was no virgin, but she'd seemed so naïve about some things.
Hermione smiled at his needy growl. That smoky, dangerous baritone she remembered from school was more of a graveled rasp now. She'd noticed that he spoke much more quietly than he used to. Whether that was due to his more laid back attitude or because it hurt his throat to get louder, she wasn't sure. When she'd been a teenager, she hadn't really paid attention to the quality of his voice; but now that she was sharing a bed with him, she was suddenly all too aware of what his words could do to her. Her pussy twitched at his next short groan. Giving his dick a break, she went down to get to know his balls better.
Severus unlocked his teeth and stretched his jaw as she lapped at his scrotum. He spread his legs a bit wider to give her more room. She was on a mission. He was going to have to return this favor later. He couldn't have her thinking she could just lead him around by the dick.
"I want to watch you this time," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. "I'll lick you clean afterward."
His cock twitched happily at the suggestion. He stared her down as she started to stroke him. Her eyes darted between his face and his dick. She gradually got faster until he was panting hard and fast through his nose. His balls began to rise, and she used her other hand to resist their ascent. She'd done this before. Which of her inadequate lovers had taught her the fine art of hand jobs? Or had she sought out the information on her own, hoping to avoid tasting yet another cock that left her wanting?
"Come for me, Severus," Hermione whispered. She gave him a crafty smile. "I'm going to think about this while I practice those new positions at home. You're sexy as hell when you're on the edge."
Where her newfound assertiveness came from, he had no idea; but picturing her fingering her wet little pussy while she thought about his cock pushed him past the point of no return. Twitching his hips into her hot fist, he came with a hissed growl. She watched his eruption with a small smile, never stopping her delicious hand movements. When he was empty, she met his sated gaze and milked the last of his seed from his tired prick.
Hermione couldn't stop smiling. He was panting and staring at her as if he wanted to fuck her into next week. Watching him come was beautiful. She wanted to see it again as soon as possible. And hear it. If he grunted in her ear like that while they were shagging, she was bound to pin him to the bed and ride him till he couldn't walk.
Severus covered her hand with his own, not taking his eyes off hers. Maybe she wasn't the witch he thought she was. "That was . . . brilliant," he muttered. "I'm curious who schooled you in such matters."
"Most wizards don't like to hear about my previous exploits," she said, leaning down to lap his spattered abdomen.
He smirked. "I won't be jealous. Tell me, were you a reluctant virgin who mastered manual stimulation to avoid going further, or did you pick it up to keep past boyfriends from heckling you for sex?"
"Neither," she said evenly, licking him clean. She didn't think she'd ever love the taste of jizz, but he was less bitter than most. "I just wanted to be good at it. I learned the techniques from books, but I learned the timing from real life. No guy turns down a hand job."
Snape chuckled and absently stroked her head as he watched her cleaning routine. "Knowing your penchant for perfection, I'm surprised you didn't practice them into a state of rawness."
She smiled sweetly. "Just the first one."
Severus snorted. "Give me a minute to catch my breath then we can get you ready for the second round."
Hermione nodded and backed off the bed.
"Where're you going?" he mumbled.
"The loo."
"Don't be gone long."
"Kay." She smiled and made her way to the tiny bathroom. She wanted to empty her bladder and check her hair. It seemed unlikely that her body could contain any extra fluids in addition to his cock. The added pressure might cause her to spring a leak when he pushed inside.
Severus rubbed his face, trying to erase all previous assumptions he had concerning her. If they were going to go on like this, he had to stop thinking of her as an ex-student (and friend of Harry Potter). She was a woman in her own right and had been through things he'd never considered. Flipping through her letters in his mind, he tried to piece together her life since Hogwarts. She was an interesting witch, and this whole business with the personal ad just went to show him how little he knew about her. She certainly seemed less annoying than she had been in school. Perhaps time had changed her as well.
Finding his wand, he cleaned the remaining stickiness from his abdomen and stretched a bit. It was a good thing she'd made him come once already. He could have restrained himself through the fucking, but it would have been a struggle. He wasn't as insatiable as he'd been as a teenager, but he still had the libido of a randy bull. Sex was a necessary outlet for his tension, but sometimes he just liked to see how much he could make a witch come. This was one of those times. He needed to concentrate, and he could do that now that his balls weren't screaming at him for release.
Severus thought about how desperately he'd wanted her to choose him on Halloween. He'd set out to dazzle her. It was in the bag now, but he still wanted to make sure she knew that she'd chosen correctly. If he didn't give her a taste of what sex could be like with him, he wouldn't be playing to his strengths. He could still be cold and sarcastic, and she might suddenly decide she could do without his attitude. It was best to keep her coming round for more.
Hermione rinsed out her mouth at the sink and then checked her makeup. Her mascara had claimed to be smear and flake-proof, and so far it was standing up to the job. Despite her earlier waterworks, she didn't look like a raccoon. Turning around, she studied her bum in the mirror. Her reflection wiggled its arse with a cheeky grin, and Hermione shook her head at its antics. She just wanted to see how red it was. It looked good. Snape had left a nice rosy glow. Rubbing it with one hand, she tested the temperature and soreness. It was hot to the touch and had some sting left in it. Mostly it felt warm and tingly. She wondered if he'd rub it for her.
Severus turned as she came out of the bathroom. She looked quite lovely without any clothes. He was a fan of the female form, and she was a marvelous specimen. She smiled with a mixture of shyness and amusement, not meeting his eyes for more than a few seconds. He smirked. "Do you approve of the color?"
"The color?"
"Were you not critiquing my work in there?"
Hermione blushed, chagrined at being found out. "It looks nice."
"I completely agree. I think you'd better get back in bed. I'm not finished with you yet."
Crawling in next to him, she smiled as he turned to face her. He put a hand on her shoulder, and Hermione stared into his black eyes as he stroked her arm. Although his face was blank, she could swear he was smiling just a bit. It almost seemed like an optical illusion—gone one second, but from the right angle, it returned. She wondered what he thought about all this. Was it work for him to spank her, or did he get off on it? Did he just like the control, or was the sex the big draw for him? He'd said he could do without it, but she didn't know if there would ever be a time when she didn't want to see him naked. His body was all hard lines and ropy muscle. The soft light of the room left parts of him in concealing shadows. She wanted to take him out in broad daylight and study his body until there wasn't an inch she didn't know intimately.
Snape slid his hand to her breast, palming the soft flesh and giving it a squeeze. She felt even nicer than she looked (which was really saying something). Capturing her budding nipple between his index and middle finger, he watched her chest rise and fall in a sigh of pleasure. He planned to work her right up to the edge before entering her.
"Get on your back," he whispered.
Hermione let him ease her over, leaving both her breasts open to his gaze. He seemed to be getting an eyeful. She didn't think she was well-endowed enough to merit such a lengthy look. She hadn't blushed this much since she was eighteen. It was hard to tell if that was due to the raw sexuality he exuded or the feeling that she was a naughty schoolgirl sleeping with her professor. Her thoughts were cut short by the feel of his warm mouth kissing down the center of her chest.
Snape grinned into her skin when she made a soft noise of pleasure. Sliding over to one tight peak, he slid his tongue across the knotting tip. Her hands sank into his hair to hold him to her. He visited the other side, making it match the first. When both her nipples were standing proud, he pressed them closer and began to suck them one at a time. The fingers on his scalp became more urgent, dancing over his cranium like some manic phrenologist. Her whimpering increased, and he smiled around her. Let's make sure that pussy's good and wet before I get there.
Hermione arched into him as he turned up the intensity. The harder he sucked, the louder she moaned. His hair ghosted over her chest, tickling her like silk. When she felt his teeth scrape over her stiff nipple, she threw her leg around his and tried to pull him on top of her.
Severus couldn’t hold back his chuckle. She certainly kept him on his toes. Lightly biting her left tit, he dragged another guttural moan from her. He had no idea what in her past had led her to silence her own cries, but she sounded perfect to him. Whoever had caused her to doubt her own sexual voice deserved to be Crucioed. Sliding one hand down to her pussy, he grazed her outer lips, giving her clue what was coming next.
When one finger pushed inside her, Hermione took her leg off him and spread her thighs as wide as she could. “Yes!”
He grinned and gave her one last nip. “Such a wet little witch,” he murmured, tickling her clit with his thumb. The sound that accompanied his fingers was deliciously vulgar. Kissing his way down her belly, he found himself back at the gates of heaven. She smelled as divine as she sounded. Her pussy was tight. Not virginal, but he had a feeling she didn’t push her limits when she played. “Let’s get you ready for my cock, shall we?”
Hermione stared down at him, breathless with need. She’d never been so out of her mind from a little foreplay before. But then again no one had ever really known what she wanted. Two fingers slipped inside her, gently pumping and stretching her. Two was all she ever used on herself. She was a little scared of the size of his dick. Excited but scared. What if it hurt? What if he tore her apart? His cock was beautiful, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be deadly. Stop scaring yourself, Hermione. He’s not a dick-wielding serial killer. He promised to make you orgasm. He’s not planning on shagging you to death.
Severus added another finger. She grunted softly and went still, her eyes burning into his. Did you like that? I think you can take more. He gently worked those fingers in and out of her, preparing her for the coming invasion. "How does that feel?"
Hermione could only nod her head.
"Do you want another finger, or do you want to try it with the real thing?"
"Will you go slowly?"
He gave her a curious look. "Did you think I would hurt you?"
"Not really. It's just . . . you've got a lot to work with."
He snickered and licked his fingers clean. "And I know how to use it too. Would you prefer to be on top? Most witches find it easier if they can control the rate of descent."
Hermione thought about that. It would be faster, but she'd had so many fantasies during the past week about her pirate sinking into her, braced above her, staring into her eyes. Was she being too romantic? This wasn't a steamy novel with a ripped wizard gracing the cover. "I've been thinking about you being on top mostly."
Severus looked up at her, biting back a grin. "Have you? What have you been imagining?" he asked as he crawled up to face her.
Swallowing hard, she studied his dark eyes. They seemed bottomless, dark as night. "Um . . ." She had to look down to his mouth so she could concentrate. She focused on his crooked lower teeth as he got in place and wrapped her legs around his hips. "All week I've been imagining what would’ve happened if you'd shagged me at the hotel."
He nodded. His thoughts had gone in a similar direction. Leaning on one hand for support, he reached between them, trapping his resurrecting dick between their bodies. Just a little rubbing would have him back to his fighting weight. "Tell me how you pictured it."
He started to grind against the outside of her pussy, indirectly stimulating her clit. Hermione groaned and rolled her hips into him. He was so bloody warm. “After you spanked me, I pretended you shagged me."
"How?"
"You turned me over on my back, pushed up my skirts and took down your trousers." She blushed about what she was going to say. It wasn't the sex that embarrassed her, it was the sentiment. "You got above me just like you are now and stared into my eyes while you entered me."
He could see the reluctance in her to admit that. "I pictured the same thing."
A small smile twitched at her lips. "You did?"
"Several times this week." Her sex was so soft. He was sliding against her as if she were coated in oil. She could not have possibly been wetter. "But I never imagined that your pussy would feel this amazing."
Hermione smiled for real and slid her hand over his arm. He was so thin every muscle stood out as if it had been chiseled from shadow. "You're a lot better than I imagined too. Hotter. Harder."
He smirked. His dick was turning to granite between them. "You haven't seen anything yet. Are you ready for this?"
She nodded, the excitement rolling off her in waves. "Yes, sir."
He reached down and grabbed hold of his dick. Her sudden switch to calling him sir was both a turn on and a surprise. He wondered just how deep her need for submission went. Did she just need the spankings, or had she been harboring more hardcore longings? Or was it simply that she found freedom in giving up control. He suspected that was the most accurate guess. She spent her days fighting and dominating. This was her only chance to let go. He could give her that. Drawing his knob through her juice, he rubbed himself over her clit. "Is this what you need? Say it. Only good girls who know how to beg for my cock get to ride it."
Hermione stared at him. If his voice got any darker and rougher, she was going to come from the vibration alone. "Please let me have your cock, sir. Please!"
Pressing himself to her entrance, he gave her the tip. "That's it," he purred as her fingers tightened around his arms. "Hold on to me. You're going to be nice and full very soon. Tell me if you need me to stop."
He started to push inside, and Hermione gasped at the stretch. It didn't hurt, but she'd never felt anything like it. Both her hands clasped his arms, her fingers biting his flesh. His gaze was like icy fire. How such cold eyes could scorch her was a mystery she couldn't even begin to contemplate. He slowly moved inside her, filling her a little more with every rock of his hips. She didn't know how much he'd gotten in so far, but she knew he wasn't going to fit completely. There was only so much real-estate her vagina had to offer.
Severus grunted as her sheath twitched around him. He watched her expression closely. The deeper he went, the wider her eyes got. He had to bite his tongue to not laugh. She felt bloody fantastic. This was going to be an interesting night. He wanted her to be so knackered when they were done she wouldn't be able to worry about the myriad of horrors circulating through her head. When he tapped her cervix, she gasped. Taking a deep breath, he softly ground himself into her, not really thrusting, just loosening her up and prepping her for what was to come.
"Huh!" Her vocal cords wouldn't cooperate. She couldn't tell him how good he felt. There was no room left inside her for worry or guilt. He was filling every available space with his generous cock. She'd never known anyone who could fuck away her fear.
Staying deep, he began to gently thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she clawed at his arms. He didn't mind. Every time the scratches flared under his robes, he'd think of her. The distraction would be a nice break during the school day.
"That's my sweet little witch," he whispered. "Doesn't that feel better?"
"Mmmmmm!" She nodded and writhed under him, sliding her legs along his hips. She suddenly understood why some women were so fond of sex. It had always been fun before, but this was a whole new world. No one had ever stared her down and growled at her while filling her to full capacity. How was she ever supposed to leave this bed?
He knew a yes when he saw it. Her continued attempts at language were hilariously arousing. There was no mistaking her desire. Her body's responses were just as honest as her letters. She started to paw at his chest, scrambling to grab his shoulders and hold on.
"Shhh," he crooned, sinking down onto his elbows so she could reach him. "I'm right here."
Hermione slung one arm around his neck. His hooked nose brushed hers, and he kissed her cheek. His hips pulled back farther before plunging in, lengthening his stride. She put her other hand to the side of his face and met his unwavering gaze. "Please."
He smiled softly and kissed her face again. "We'll get there. Just focus on how it feels right now."
Her throat was dry from panting, and she swallowed loudly. If her breathing got any louder, she was going to blow him away.
Snape kissed his way over to her ear. Maybe this wasn't going to take as long as he'd thought. "Your pussy feels sublime. Is my cock what you needed?"
"Yes, sir.”
"Do you want to try it a little faster?"
Hermione nodded vigorously.
He gave it to her hard and fast for about five seconds. Her desperate hum made it clear how much she enjoyed it. Settling back to a slow grind, he let her calm down. "How was that?"
"Good," she panted.
Smirking, he nipped her ear. "Are you less nervous now?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. What's your favorite position?"
She swallowed again. She was going to need a liter of water after this. "Um . . . doggie."
He could feel the heat of her blush against the side of his face. "Would you like to try it? I think you'll enjoy the different angle." And hitting her front wall would aid him in his quest, giving him a boost to help push her over.
Hermione was willing to try just about anything he suggested. Nodding, she slid her hands over his shoulders and touched his neck. She could feel his pulse thrumming beneath her fingers. He pulled out of her slowly, and she shuddered at the emptiness he left behind.
"Roll over," he rasped.
When she’d rolled onto her stomach, he grabbed her hips and lifted her into position. She gasped at the sudden shift, and he stroked her red bum to calm her down. Aiming his head into her slick slit, he found her entrance and eased back inside.
Hermione's eyes popped wide as he sank deep. She went up on her hands, whimpering at the fullness. He was hitting things inside her in ways she'd never felt before. "Unh!"
Severus smirked at her wired muscles. Rubbing her lower back with one hand, he restarted his first level of penetration with a deep rocking grind. "How's that? Still your favorite position?"
Hermione clawed the bed and nodded. "Yes, sir!"
He smirked. “Let’s see how you like a little more.” His hand snaked around her hip and trailed down to her clit. Keeping the contact light and intermittent so she didn’t become dependent on it, he gradually teased her right up to the brink of combustion.
The feeling was intense. The constant rhythmic thrusting was driving her mad. It wasn’t just the fullness, it was the never-ending pressure that seemed to be wrapping her entire pussy in bands of pleasure. She’d never felt anything so unbearably amazing. Her jaw dropped as he knocked it up another notch. Her forehead broke out in sweat, and she was worried her heart was going to pound out of her chest. She’d never worked so hard just staying still before.
“You’re getting closer,” he rasped, clenching his teeth at the pressure. “Your pussy’s starting to bear down. Don’t fight it. Go with the feeling.”
Her breath kept catching in her throat. He sped up again, and Hermione let out a short sob of desperation. She’d never cried from pleasure before. It scared her a bit. Was she going round the twist? If she didn’t come soon, she was pretty sure insanity was inevitable. Orgasm was all she could think about. He was pumping away the rest of the world one thrust at a time. Her pussy had never felt so tense. Taking a shaky breath, she fought the tears that threatened to spill over.
He knew that sound. She was going to cry. He’d gotten used to the idea over the years. While he'd never spilt tears while in throes of passion, he’d been on the receiving end several times. Some of the witches had told him that they’d never been in that state before, but others said they’d often cry with a deep fucking. And those weren’t witches who were prone to tears; some of them had taken harsh punishments from him in complete silence. Witches were just different that way. They operated on some wavelength he couldn’t tap into. But he’d learned to encourage whatever flowed. A witch who fought her body’s urges was just depriving herself (and him) of some pleasure.
She might not know that though. Keeping his pace steady and strong, he purred a string of gravelly praise at her so she’d let go. “I know,” he murmured. “It’s all right. Crying is a release just like orgasm. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”
How did he know what she was thinking? He couldn’t read her thoughts from behind, could he? Tears coursed down her face. She felt completely barmy. Why was she crying during one of the best nights of her life?
“I know you’re still holding back,” he rumbled. “I told you, I’m here to help you. You want to feel better, don’t you?”
She nodded, her face starting to crumple.
“Aren’t you tired of crying from sadness?” he pressed. “This is your chance to cry for a good reason.”
His encouragement pushed her over. She burst into tears, sobbing out all the tension in her body. He fucked her a little harder, and she shouted as the pressure in her pussy became a hurricane.
Severus knew she was right on the edge. Her body was bearing down so hard it took some effort to push back into her each time. “You’re going to come any second,” he murmured over her crying. “Just listen to your body. Go with it.”
The need to climax consumed her. Every cell in her body rushed toward that destination. She wasn’t so sure she was going to survive whatever was waiting for her. Most orgasms didn’t arrive on the heels of such overpowering sensation. She could barely breathe.
Snape listened closely as her sobbing rose in volume. “That’s it. Just relax.”
His hips slapped against her, and her entire core began to tighten. She’d never felt anything so all encompassing. His fingers on her clit vanished, but the pleasure didn't. She wasn’t floating on waves of pleasure, she was being dragged under in a riptide of release. The throbbing pulsed through the center of her body, wringing out her being until she was empty.
Staring at the bed in a daze, she felt him slowing behind her. She’d shouted her throat raw. Usually after one orgasm, she wanted to go for another one as soon as possible, but the peace radiating through her was the first instance of satisfaction she’d ever experienced. She was sated. It was lovely.
Snape slowed down to a leisurely thrust. It might take her a while to get over that. Her pussy had been thrashing and pulling at his cock so hard he was impressed he hadn’t bitten a hole through his cheek. And those shouts piping from her depths as she came had been tugging on his balls like an invisible hand. He hadn’t had to fight his own body that hard in a long time.
“How do you feel?” he asked quietly.
Hermione was still staring blankly at the bedspread. Her tears had slowed, and she’d stopped sobbing. Her breathing was still shaky though. Wiping her hand over her face, she nodded absently. “Bloody amazing.”
Her voice was calm and serene now. Severus smiled and stroked her hip. “Double chocolate chip amazing?”
Hermione smiled. Swimming in a sea of chocolate was a decent description of how she felt. “Yes. Thank you.”
Holding back a laugh, Severus ran his finger over her lower back. “Are you ready for more?”
“More?” What more was there?
Now that her pussy wasn’t squeezing him like a vice, he could go on for a while longer. “It’ll take a bit of time, but we could do that again if you like.”
Hermione didn’t know if she could go through all that again so soon. “Aren’t you getting tired?”
“I’m fine. Are you tired?”
“I feel bloody brilliant.”
He smirked and drew his fingers over the top edge of her bum. “Then let’s hear you scream for me again. I know what the siren’s song sounded like now.”
Laughing softly, she eased down onto her forearms. His cock hit her at a different angle, and she moaned at the renewed ache inside her. “Do you think anybody else heard me?”
“I put up a Sound Barrier. You’re safe.”
That was smart of him. Hermione rested her forehead on her arms and closed her eyes. Her pussy sounded as if it had overflowed. No one else had ever gotten her that wet before. Usually she only heard that sound when she played by herself. Severus Snape was a surprising and thorough man. Who would have ever guessed that the cold professor who used to roll his eyes every time she raised her hand would be the one to introduce her to such pleasures?
Snape traced her dark divide with one finger; her back arched, and she sighed softly as he grazed her puckered star. Are you ready to beg for this now? He kept at it, just teasing her with the suggestion. His cock felt strong and at ease inside her. He wasn’t concerned about lasting. Watching her twitch with each pass of his finger was an amusing way to spend his night. “Do you like that, Miss Granger?”
It sounded as if he already knew the answer, so she didn’t deny it. “Yes, sir.”
“Such a sweet little bottom,” he muttered, rubbing over her dark portal. “Tell me what you’ve had in here.”
She was glad he couldn’t see her blushing. “Not much,” she mumbled.
He continued to tickle the entire area. “Has anyone else ever touched you here?”
She swallowed hard and shook her head. “Not on purpose, sir.”
Severus raised one eyebrow. “Do you mean accidental contact during insertion?”
His words struck her as funny for some reason. “A few of them had directional difficulties.”
He wondered what kind of idiots she’d been sleeping with and then wondered how many of those had really been accidents. “Did they hurt you?”
“It wasn’t pleasant,” she admitted.
He understood why she hadn’t begged for anything yet. “You have to take things slowly with anal play.”
His finger slid down to her perineum and started to massage her. Hermione relaxed into it.
“I promise not to hurt you,” he purred. “Would you like more?”
He circled her backdoor again, making her shiver. “Just one finger?” she asked.
“For now,” he said with a small smile.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. I’ll try it.”
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now ask me properly. I told you, I only give good girls what they beg me for back here.”
She had no idea what to say (and the continued drive of his cock wasn’t doing anything for her cognitive powers). “Um . . . please use your finger on me?”
Snape bit back his smile. She needed to fully let go to ease her nerves. “MmMm." He shook his head. “That wasn’t what I need to hear. Say ‘I’ve been a good girl, sir; please will you finger my bottom.’”
Hermione’s face went hot. Could he possibly make this any more embarrassing? “I’ve been a good girl, sir. Please will you . . . finger my bottom,” her voice trailed to a whisper.
“Excellent." It was pretty obvious how to get the quickest reaction from her. He kept circling her brown borealis as he considered what else he could make her say. There was no need to try to enter her just yet. She was getting off on just the touch of his fingertip. Her pussy would spasm whenever he stayed right on her rosebud and tickled steadily.
He waited until she was whimpering and wiggling for more. When she sounded sufficiently needy, he reached around her and got his fingers drenched in her liquid lust. There was plenty to go around. Bringing his fingers back to her cleft, he gently prodded at her opening. Pressure was unnecessary. When his finger stilled right at the threshold, she began to bear down, involuntarily pleading for more.
“Someone wants her bottom filled,” he murmured.
Hermione was panting so hard by that point she was worried she was going to pass out. “Yes, sir. Me!”
He managed to get himself in check with a few deep breaths and only sounded mildly mirthful as he spoke. “Then I think you can guess what I want to hear from you.”
Begging was much less embarrassing when she was dying for it. “Please finger my bottom, sir. I need it.”
I know you do. Pushing a bit deeper so the first inch of his finger was inside her, he felt her sphincter strangling his digit. The strength of her arse was magnificent. If she kept being such a good girl for him, one day he’d show her what else he could put in there. That would take some stretching, but he’d make her love it just as much. Keeping his cock deep inside her, he gave her a few slow grinds.
“Unh!” Hermione gulped as he slipped deeper, his finger wiggling inside her as his cock kissed her core.
When he was all the way in her arse, Snape curled his finger back and forth, tickling his cock through her thin inner wall. His hips began to gently thrust again, and he grinned as she clenched the bedspread like a lifeline. “How’s that? Nice?”
Hermione was just about out of her mind. Her own finger never got that deep. It was a new sensation. His renewed thrusting made her eyelids flutter. He wasn’t even doing that much. But it was more than enough. “Yes, sir.”
I’ll get you there. Don’t worry. Her pussy was already starting to twitch around him again, revealing her state of desire with every twinge. When he gave her a few seconds of hard and fast hip action, she let out a long wail of need. So close.
“Feel that pressure starting again?” he asked, slightly out of breath. “Your pussy’s ready to give me more.”
“Yes, sir.” His finger pressed in even deeper, and she dug her nails into the comforter. He shook his hand against her bum, making her muscles jump and jitter. “Ah!”
Severus slowly turned up the heat over the next several minutes. He kept her right on the edge of simmering, waiting to hear that sob of impending release from her again.
“Unnnh!”
There it is. Keeping hold of her hip with one hand, he gave her what she needed. He was hissing through his teeth by that point, knowing it was his final showing of the night. His dick was just waiting for him to give in to his balls' persistent pull.
Just when he was beginning to worry that he was going to lose his mind, her pussy started rippling around him. It was mind-numbingly perfect. Grunting, he slammed into her as he started to come. The tension in his bollocks met its end, erupting out of him like Mount Vesuvius. Her pussy was going to be flooded. Her dying shouts of completion only spurred him to new heights. “Fuck!”
Hermione cried softly into the bed as he finished behind her. Despite her tears (and sore throat) it was the best she’d ever felt. This orgasm had just compounded the last. She was reeling. High.
She winced when he pulled out. The emptiness was unpleasant after having him inside her for so long. Her pussy felt hollow.
Severus eased his finger from her as gently as possible and then cast a cleansing charm. He was suddenly exhausted. There was a strong urge to just flop down face first and go to sleep. It was getting late. He was usually in bed reading about this time. Running his hands over her bum, he nudged her toward the pillows. “Are you ready for some sleep?”
She turned her head and watched him take the side of the bed to her left. He looked tired. “I need the loo,” she rasped. “And some water.”
He smiled softly and pulled the blankets down so they could go to bed. “Are you all right?”
Hermione nodded and backed off the bed. Her legs were shaky as she made her way to the bathroom. It sounded as if her bladder had been on the verge of bursting when she got to the toilet. Her pussy felt weird—sort of stretchy. She carefully prodded at it as she wiped herself clean. I’m going to be sore as hell tomorrow.
Worth it, she thought, smiling to herself. Her hair looked like a train wreck, and her reflection gave her a cheeky grin. Hermione smirked and checked her bum one last time. It was still quite red, and she snickered as her reflection gave it a silent slap.
Severus set his wand on the nightstand and got under the covers. He couldn’t stop staring at the dark wet spots that marked where they’d been fucking. He sat up and ran his hand over one, his lips twitching into a smirk. The night had gone better than he’d imagined.
When she came out of the bathroom, he studied her. She looked calm and well-fucked. It was a good look on her. She saw him fingering the damp patches on the bedspread and looked away with a shy smile.
“You’re not embarrassed by any of this, are you?” he asked.
Hermione went around the bed and climbed in next to him, pulling the covers up over her shoulder as she curled on her side to face him. “I um . . . get really wet sometimes.”
He somehow managed to restrain his snort. “Indeed.” Rolling on his back, he motioned for her to come closer. “You know that’s normal,” he said softly, putting his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his chest.
Smiling into his pectoral, she closed her eyes. His approval put her at ease. “I’ve never been that wet with anyone else before.”
He’d guessed that. Hearing confirmation was a nice bonus though. “So I take it you enjoyed the evening?”
Hermione snuggled closer to him as he put out the lights with his wand. “I can’t even tell you how much. This might be the best I’ve felt since I was about sixteen. Did you have a nice time too?”
He smirked into the darkness. “Yes, I did.”
“Thank you for all of this, Severus. I really mean it. Everything you’ve done tonight . . . it was all perfect.”
He closed his eyes, sleepiness settling over him like fog. “Keep being my good girl, and I’ll keep doing what I can.”
He sounded knackered. Hermione placed her hand on his chest and listened to his breathing slow. “Goodnight, Severus.”
“Goodnight, Miss Granger,” he mumbled back.
Hermione wasn’t really tired yet, but she stayed still so he could sleep. It was nice not being alone in the dark. He smelled good too. She was impressed that he was willing to let her lie so close to him. She’d figured he would just roll over and tell her to go to sleep. Maybe he really meant it about giving her what she needed.
She fell asleep wondering what he needed that she could give him in return.
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