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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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31 - Dinner and a Deal
Severus took Hermione home to Grimmauld place the next morning, kissing her goodbye in the entryway. Potter and Weasley were still “in training,” and he couldn’t bear being in the same house with their inane hijinks. He wanted to go home and work in his lab. Hermione wanted to read her new law books and get ready for her job that started in a couple of weeks. He told her he’d be back around dinnertime and rolled his eyes as Harry and Ron dodged across the hallway, ducking behind the doors like commandos.
“I don’t know how you get anything done here,” he muttered as he opened the front door. Three large owls swooped over his head, and he had to duck the dive-bombing. “Bloody birds.”
One owl dropped an official-looking letter in Hermione’s hands, and the other two went for Harry and Ron. They both came out of their respective hiding places, waving the envelopes.
“Ministry seal,” Ron called out as he opened his and scanned it. “It's all right. It’s just our NEWT results. Hey, I didn’t do so bad. How’d you do, Harry?”
Harry pulled open his envelope and read. “Got an O in Defense.”
“Well, no kidding,” Ron said with a disbelieving laugh. “I can’t believe they even made you take the exam. How about you, Hermione?”
Hermione stared at her results, her brows pinched in a stressful furrow.
“Hermione?” Harry repeated. He couldn’t tell if she was going to cry or punch something.
When she didn’t reply, Ron waved his hand in front of her face. No reaction. He sighed and plucked the letter from her hands, running his eyes over it and muttering, “Bloody hell.”
Ron handed it to Harry, and Harry raised both eyebrows, looking mildly surprised.
“Well?” Snape snapped at them and stormed over. “How did she do?”
Harry smirked and handed Severus the letter. Snape’s black eyes flew down the parchment, and he sighed, half relieved, half exasperated. She’d gotten straight O's down the line, every single subject. “Well, you must be happy.”
“Oh . . .” she mumbled distractedly. “Yes.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.”
Severus made her stop gnawing on her lip. “You don’t seriously have a problem with perfection, do you?”
“No . . . it’s just . . . it seems a bit strange to know it’s my last test at Hogwarts.”
“Oh Merlin,” Ron groaned. “She already misses school.”
Severus thought Ron might actually be right for once. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll take you out to dinner tonight to celebrate. Be ready at seven.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“What should I wear?”
“Something nice.”
Hermione nodded and kissed him goodbye.
Ron made a face, and Harry smirked as Severus strode out the door.
“What?” she asked when she saw their faces.
“I don’t know how you kiss him like that every day. Ehh-h-h." Ron shuddered, trying to shake off the image.
“He’s very good at it,” she muttered, checking her letter again. It was a little unreal seeing all those O's. Of course it had been her goal, but there was always the possibility of a few E's.
“No, no, no,” Ron said, slapping his hands over his ears. “I didn’t hear that.”
Harry laughed. “I’m going to owl Ginny and tell her.”
“Let’s just go to the Burrow,” Ron suggested. “Mum will want to know how we did. You come too, Hermione. You can give up reading for one day, can’t you?”
Hermione smiled. “As long as I’m back by six to get ready.”

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They spent the day at the Burrow; Hermione ate too much pie and played with Teddy when Lupin and Tonks came over to celebrate with them. It was a fun day, but she wished Severus was there. She Flooed back to Grimmauld Place at six and started to get ready. Picking out her nice navy blue dress, she took a quick shower and did her best with her hair.
Severus found the front door unlocked, and when no one answered, he walked in. “Hermione, are you ready?” he called up the stairs.
“Coming, Severus.”
“You'd better not be,” he muttered under his breath.
She clicked down the stairs in her heels, and Snape smiled when he saw her.
“You look lovely,” he said as she stopped a couple steps from the bottom and kissed him. His finger traced over the talisman at her breast. She wore it almost all the time.
“You look nice too.” She smiled at his black frock coat. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”
“No. You’ll see.”
He led her out to the stoop and wrapped an arm around her. “Hold on.”
She grinned. “Yes, sir.”
They popped into place in a narrow cobblestoned alley. Hermione “accidentally” brushed over his crotch as she let go. Smirking, he took her hand and led her out into the street. They made their way to a small storefront, and when they walked in, Hermione surveyed the surroundings, quite impressed.
It was an expensive restaurant—with a Maitre d’ and everything. The snooty-looking man took their name, eyeing Hermione surreptitiously. She didn’t know if he recognized her from the Prophet or if he was judging her for being with Snape, whom he also might recognize and was obviously older.
They were led through a maze of small rooms to an intimate curved booth in one back corner. Severus let her slide in first then took his seat next to her. The man told them their waiter would be with them momentarily and left with a sharp turn of his heels.
“Severus, this place is really fancy. Are you sure you want to eat here?”
“Why not?” he asked, studying the wine list.
“It’s expensive. I don’t want you spending all your money on me.”
“You didn’t bring money?” he asked dryly.
Hermione gave him an amused and exasperated smile. “No, I didn’t. I’ve only got my wand and a few galleons in here,” she said, indicating her clutch. “I’m guessing that’ll buy me a shrimp or two in this place.”
Snape’s lips twitched. “I hope you plan on paying me back somehow.”
Hermione snickered, shaking her head. “That depends on what you had in mind.”
“Here comes the waiter. You'd better decide if you’re willing to work for your dinner.”
“Severus, be serious.”
“I am.”
“Good evening, Monsieur et Mademoiselle,” the dark-haired waiter said to them in a French accent. He rattled off the chef’s specials and took their drink orders. The girl with the giant hair looked familiar, and it took him until the man was placing their orders before he recognized her as Harry Potter’s sidekick from the paper. They were trained not to act like fawning fans when celebrities came in, so he stopped staring and took their order back to the kitchen. Don’t I know him from the papers too? Wasn’t he a Death Eater? He certainly looks like one now. I’ll ask Luc; he follows the news.
Hermione smiled as Severus put his hand on her thigh. He pushed up her skirt so he could touch her leg but growled when he felt her tights.
“Must you wear so many layers?” he groused.
“If you want me to look nice, yes.”
“Take them off.”
“Severus! I can’t take off my clothes in the middle of dinner."
“I’m not asking you take off all you clothes. Just the annoying ones.”
Her eyes rolled.
His hand slid higher up her thigh. “Go to the lavatory and take them off. Put them in your purse. Take off your knickers too. It’s the high price I charge for dinner.”
Hermione blushed brightly. “Are you taking the Mickey?”
Snape shook his head. “Does that sound like something I’d joke about?”
“That’s all I take off, Severus,” she whispered in warning.
He shrugged. “That’s all I need.”
“You will behave yourself when I come back, won’t you? You’re not going to try and fuck me in the corner, are you?”
He affected an affronted look and touched his chest. “Moi?”
Hermione shook her head and smiled. “Where’s the loo?”
“It’s just around the corner. Go back out the door we came through; it’s to the right.”
He’s been here before. Hermione slid out of her seat and followed his directions, finding the restroom in a dark alcove. Hiding in a toilet, she took off her tights and knickers and jammed them in her purse. After checking the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, she crept back out to their table.
Hermione kept her head down, sure everyone could see the difference in her appearance. Snape’s hand moved under the tablecloth, and he pushed up her skirt to touch her knee. The tablecloths were brilliant, no one could see what he was doing to her. She put her hand on his thigh, much higher than he was touching hers, and squeezed.
Severus gave her an amused look and moved her glass of champagne closer. “You’re frisky tonight. Maybe I didn’t need to order a bottle of this.”
Hermione took a small sip. “A whole bottle? Were you hoping to get me pissed?”
“Have you ever been pissed?” That doesn’t sound likely.
“No. Well, not counting when you get me pissed on potions.”
He smirked and rubbed his thumb over her soft skin.
“I don’t want you to think I’m being ungrateful, but you did promise to do my bidding if I got lots of O's. You’re not backing out, are you?”
He was hoping she’d forgotten. “I believe I said I’d do whatever you begged me to do. Are you prepared to start begging?”
“I haven’t decided for sure what I want yet.”
“I see. Well, you know what I want to hear when you decide.”
The waiter (and a team of other waiters) brought out their food, and Hermione spent the next forty minutes sampling the French cuisine. It was excellent, and she told Snape so, thanking him for the meal. Snape suddenly looked very serious, and Hermione wondered what on earth she’d said wrong.
His hand tightened on her knee, and he took a small sip of champagne. “Act normal. I’ll take care of it.”
Hermione gave him a confused glance then looked up to see Lucius bearing down on them. Her eyes widened, but she quickly stared back down at her plate to hide her reaction.
“Severus,” Lucius said, sneering down at them both. “Isn’t this a lucky coincidence?”
Snape nodded. "Lucius."
Lucius got a nasty smile on his face as he looked Hermione up and down. “This explains so much. Did you think you could hide your Mudblood secret with a mask and fancy dress?”
Snape let go of her knee, and she knew he was going for his wand.
“Sit down, Lucius,” Severus said evenly.
“I only eat with those worthy of my presence,” he said, glaring at Hermione
Snape gave him a dangerous look. “I didn’t say eat, I said sit.”
“I have to get back to Narcissa.”
Snape was out of the booth before Hermione could blink, dragging Lucius next to him at wand point.
“I’ll give you one chance, Lucius,” he whispered low. “Your son was smart, he knew better than to cross me. One warning was all it took. Will you be as shrewd, or do I need to remind you what I’m capable of doing?”
“Are you threatening me?” Lucius demanded, looking furious.
“Very observant.”
“You’re nobody’s favorite war hero,” Malfoy snarled. “If you attack me, you’ll wind up in Azkaban.”
“Perhaps. Or, since it’s you, they might give me another Order of Merlin.”
Lucius’s pale grey eyes flashed like storm clouds. “The tide would turn on you in an instant if people knew what you were doing with their precious Golden Granger.”
“We both prefer our privacy. If that privacy is breeched, I’ll know whom to hunt down.”
Lucius glared. “You’re threatening me over a Mudblood?”
“If you call her that again, you won’t be leaving this restaurant in one piece.”
Lucius’s glare turned on her. Hermione glared back, her fingers wrapping around her wand in her bag.
“Lucius, our table is ready. What is taking you so long?” Narcissa asked, gliding through the door. She did a double take, assessing the situation in about three seconds. “Severus, how lovely to see you.”
It might have been the most unbelievable thing Snape had ever heard Narcissa say. “I doubt that.”
She moved in closer to block Lucius from the view of the rest of the room. “What is going on here?” she whispered.
“Lucius was just voicing his unwanted opinion on my choice of date.”
Narcissa rubbed her forehead with one hand then looked at Hermione. “This girl and her friends saved Draco’s life,” she whispered to Lucius. “Have you no appreciation of that?”
Lucius sneered but didn’t say anything.
“Our family has enough to live down. We’re lucky you’re not in prison and that we’re all alive. Stop making trouble. I can’t stand this anymore. I want to be able to go out without everyone whispering about us. And I want our son to be able to do whatever he chooses without the Malfoy name holding him back. Severus has done everything he could for Draco, and if you do anything to make him miserable, I will never forgive you.”
Lucius stared at her in shock. “Narcissa.”
“Don’t you Narcissa me. You forget too quickly how bad things could get for us. Be civilized. You should be happy for Severus, not over here making a scene. He is one of the few friends we still have left.”
Lucius pulled his arm out of Snape’s grip. “Fine.”
Narcissa’s face went from furious to relaxed in a split second, smiling around the room as if they were having a nice chat about the food. “I hope you two have a pleasant evening,” she said graciously.
Lucius stood and straightened his robes then gave Snape a haughty look over his nose. “It’s only a matter of time before the wizarding world hears about this.”
“As long as they don’t hear it from you,” Snape growled.
Narcissa gave Hermione’s dress a small frown then forced herself to smile at the girl. “Thank you for being kind to Draco this past year. It’s been hard for him.”
Lucius rolled his eyes, obviously wishing his wife would stop talking, or at least not thank a Muggle-born.
Hermione glanced at Snape then back at Narcissa. “Well . . . it wasn’t really difficult. He’s very different since the war.”
Narcissa nodded, a wistful look crossing her features. “Yes. He is.” Her head shook a little, and she put her hand through her husband's arm. “Come along, Lucius. We’re going to lose our table.”
Lucius let her take his arm and strolled away as if they owned the place. Maybe they do, Hermione thought. Severus put his hand on her thigh again and gave her an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry about that, love.”
“It’s all right. I’ve heard it all before.”
“He’s a pig.”
“Yes, but we knew that.”
“He’ll never call you that again.”
“Because you threatened him?”
“No, because if he does, I’ll kill him.”
Hermione smiled softly. “Then they’d put you in Azkaban, and I’d be very lonely.”
“No one will ever hurt you again,” he promised her.
Hermione touched his face. “That’s so sweet, Severus. Thank you. But I can take care of myself. Or did you miss that O in Defense?” She grinned, kissing him softly.
Severus smirked. “You’re going to be insufferable now that you got those scores, aren’t you?”
“No, I just like to have them to back up my statements."
“And have you decided on your reward for all those O's?”
“Maybe.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Should we go back to my house, or will you be collecting at Grimmauld Place?”
“Your house. I'd better send Harry and Ron an owl and tell them I won’t be back.”

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They made it back to Snape’s house, Hermione doing her best to make him forget about Lucius. He still seemed mildly perturbed (which, for him, was good; but she didn’t want him perturbed at all). She kissed him and rubbed against his groin as they got ready to Apparate, and by the time they got inside, he looked as if he wanted to tear off all her clothes. He won’t have far to go. This dress and my bra aren’t going to slow him down much.
Severus backed her into the door, kissing her the way he'd wanted to while they were out. She was wrapped around him like Tentacula. His cock was dying for her mouth, jumping up and begging to be noticed every time her tongue swirled around his. Her hands came to his chest and roughly pushed him away.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” he panted. “You’re all over me one second and then you’re shoving me off as if you hate it.”
“I don’t hate it. I love it. But I know what I want from you now.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I want to tie you up. For real. Not pretend tied up like last time.”
He studied her. It was a hard call. He trusted her, but he hated being tied up. Although the last time had not been unpleasant, he hadn’t been technically bound. “I don’t like being physically restrained.”
“I want to see you writhing on the bed while I tease your cock.”
He smirked. "You can see that any time.”
“Yes, but I want you to not be able to do anything about it.”
“I promise not to touch if that’s what you want.”
“I’ll just bind your arms to the bed. Your legs can be free. No blindfold this time. I want you to see me.”
He smirked at that. “I thought you learned your lesson about being in charge. Last time we tried this, you didn’t last very long. You were begging me to tell you to come.”
“One hour,” she stated. “I just want to be in charge for one hour. After that, you take over and do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?” he asked. He hadn’t done whatever he wanted to her in a long time. He usually deferred to what she needed rather than the scenario in his head. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into, Miss Granger.”
“Mmm,” she purred. “Is that a preview, Professor Snape?”
“No, it’s a warning. Telling me to do what I want might not be the orgy you imagine.”
Hermione wasn’t fazed. “So do we have deal? One hour of you tied to the bed in exchange for Severus’s choice the rest of the night.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I won’t. Is it a deal?”
He nodded. “Have your way with me.”
She laughed and pulled him upstairs, undressing him as soon as they got in the room. His coat slowed her down until she used her wand to undo all the buttons. The more he was revealed to her, the more she wanted to shove him on the bed and make him squirm. When she got everything off, his cock was on its way to full salute. Tickling her fingers lightly over it, she blew it a kiss and nodded at the bed. “The hour doesn’t start until you’re restrained.”
Severus sighed and got on the bed, checking the clock as he raised his hands toward the headboard. “It’s 8:30 now. Go ahead.”
Hermione waved her wand. “Incarcerous.” She slipped off her shoes and walked around to the side. Checking to make sure he was propped up comfortably on the pillows, she ran her finger over the wrist closest to her, just under the rope. “You look so bloody sexy, Severus.”
“Am I allowed to talk?” he asked, barely constraining the acid in his voice.
“Oh, yes,” she said, smiling. “Say whatever you like.”
I don’t need my hands to control her. “Are you going to take off that dress? If not, don’t worry; 9:30 will be here soon enough, and I’ll remove it for you.”
Hermione grinned and slid her fingers up his arm, tracing over his armpit and going down his side. Very clever, Snape. I can play that game too. “You know what I wanted to do tonight at the restaurant?”
Snape raised one eyebrow.
Let’s see if you’re still so cool in twenty minutes. “I wanted to climb under the table and suck your cock. I know you could have made it look like nothing was happening. You’re good at that. But I’d know how much you liked it. You’d be so hard in my mouth . . . your dick twitching in my throat. Would it leak for me, Severus? I love watching your cock drip. I know how much you want me. It makes me wet every time I taste it.”
“Does it?” Severus gritted his teeth. She’d worked her way down to the foot of the bed, trailing her finger along his body as she went, drawing a meandering line along his leg as she rambled on about his cock.
“MmmHm,” she smiled and climbed up on the bed, not stopping until she was standing between his feet. Her foot nudged his legs wider, and he acquiesced. Carefully, as she was slightly unsteady walking on the mattress, she stepped up and straddled his chest, smiling down at him from ahigh.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked as she slowly dragged her skirt up her thighs.
He didn’t answer, but he watched the slow ascent of her dress. Just when he could almost see the dark shadow of her sex, she lifted her hands and let her dress drop back into place.
“Hmm. That must not be it. You would have said something, right?” She saw his lips twitch. Crouching down so her bum brushed his chest, she kept her skirt over her knees so he couldn’t see anything. “Would you prefer I keep on the dress?”
He slowly shook his head no but didn’t answer out loud.
Hermione smiled. “Tell me what you want to see.”
His jaw flexed, and his nose flared, making him look angry and turned on at the same time. “Everything.”
Her finger traced along his cheekbone. “Tell me how hard your cock is getting.”
“It’d be harder if you licked it,” he answered, barely moving his lips.
“Can you ask me nicely?”
He sighed and cracked his neck. Every time he talked, she was getting what she wanted. “Please.”
Hermione hoped that wasn’t the best she would get out of him in the next fifty-five minutes. Standing up again, she unzipped her dress partway and pulled down the top. She watched his face as she took off her bra. Her nipples were budding; Hermione brushed her fingers over them, moaning as the sensation traveled down to her clit. Going back to her zipper, she eased it down and let her dress fall to his chest. Lifting one foot, she stepped out of it and then kicked it aside with the other.
Snape wanted to lick her slit and get that knowing look off her face. He watched as she slowly crouched down again and spread her knees wide. He had a prime view of her slightly-parted pussy. Her finger circled her clit, eliciting a soft wet sound of excitement from her folds. She had no compunctions about using that sound to drive him mad.
“I’m so wet for you, Severus. The way you touched me at dinner made me want to come. I wanted you push your fingers into my pussy and find out for yourself how much I wanted you. You made me take off my knickers then you didn’t even put your hand up my skirt. Didn’t you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you finger me?”
“I didn’t want to make you nervous.”
“I wanted it.”
“You should have told me.”
“That’s not polite dinner conversation."
“It is with me.”
Hermione laughed. “I’ll remember that next time. But it’s too late now. I need to come. You don’t mind, do you?”
He shook his head no.
Hermione sank down onto her knees. She was excited enough that she’d be able to come soon without too much work. Her hands went to her breasts, and she pinched her nipples as she ground her pussy into his chest. He was warm, and she could feel his heart beating through his skin. All his humping directives were paying off. She arched her back and rubbed her clit into him. Soon she needed more and leaned forward, resting her hand on the pillow beside his head as she rode his sternum.
Severus stared up at her contorted face. She was going to climax any second. He couldn’t believe that this was how she’d decided to come. He thought she would sit on his face for sure. Her method was oddly juvenile, like a fourth-year who’d just discovered frottage and wanted to ride everything. His dick had no judgements of her method, twitching hard as she came with his name on her lips.
Hermione relaxed and wiggled down a little so she was face to face with him. Touching her lips to his, she cheered inwardly when he kissed her as if he wanted to fuck her brains out. Careful not to touch his cock, she let him kiss her as hard as he wanted. When she couldn’t breathe right, she pulled away and smiled at him. “That was nice. Let’s find out how the rest of you tastes.”
Starting with his neck, Hermione licked and sucked her way down his body, bringing both her legs to one side so she wouldn’t accidentally touch his straining erection. When she kissed the line of hair on his belly, his cock jumped as she neared it. Sorry, you have to wait. Skipping his sex, she went to his thighs, nipping the soft inner flesh. He made an impatient sound in his throat that left her smiling. Her lips went to his sac, and she nuzzled him with her nose, which got a much louder sound out of him. After she’d kissed every inch of his balls, she started on the main course.
Severus growled and slammed his head back as she began to gently lick and tap at the base of his cock. What fucking time is it? It’s going to be nine before she gets to the top. He hated those ropes. Even though he stayed relaxed, it felt as if his arms were straining against them. It made his muscles itch, and he hoped the torture would be over soon.
Hermione carefully worked her way to his head, taking her time and watching his dick dance in her face. The tip was just starting to culture a pearl of pre-cum for her, and she blew on it gently before licking it off. Looking up to see how he was enjoying his night, she was disappointed to see him staring at the ceiling, his face totally blank. He could have been waiting in line at Gringotts or purchasing paint. If his dick wasn’t leaking in her face, she’d think he didn’t like what she was doing.
“Having a nice time?” she asked.
He didn’t say anything.
“Well, this half of you is.”
This half of me isn’t.
“Are you all right?”
He was silent as a picture.
Hermione climbed up to his head and looked him in the eye. There was something besides annoyance in his face, although that was bad enough; not pain or fear—but maybe discomfort with a hint of rage.
“You really hate this, don’t you?” she whispered, feeling guilty.
“Yes,” he answered without unclenching his teeth.
Hermione felt as if she were going to cry. Making him miserable wasn’t the goal. She climbed off the bed and found her wand. “Finite Incantatum.”
The ropes disappeared with a snapping pop; Severus felt the pressure in his stomach fade. He rubbed his wrists and looked at her. “It’s not 9:30.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, oddly enough, I don’t want you to look as though you’re getting a root canal when I’m sucking your cock. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“Your wrists are red,” she said, catching one and studying it.
“It’s fine.”
Hermione leaned close and kissed his raw skin. He must have been twisting in the ropes when I wasn’t looking. “If you hated it so much, why didn’t you say something?”
“It was what you wanted, and I made a deal.”
“Severus, I just wanted to have some fun, not . . . this,” she said, indicating his wrists and demeanor.
“I hate those fucking ropes,” he said simply.
Hermione gave him a half-amused nod. “Yes, I can see that. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I did.”
“Is it being tied up that bothers you or not being in control?”
“I don’t mind you taking the lead every now and again.”
“Would you still hate it if your arms were tied together but not to anything.”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t mind keeping your hands retrained by will?”
“No. I can do that if you like.”
“I don’t know, Severus. You seem kind of upset. Maybe we should just stop.”
“That would make me upset. You can’t just lick a man’s cock for fifteen minutes and not do something with the result.”
Hermione smiled lightly. “So you liked what I was doing?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”
Hermione climbed up next to him, resting her chin on his chest. “What was your favorite part?”
His lips twitched. “I enjoyed finding out how your stuffed animals feel.”
A chagrined smile broke over her face. “So I should keep going?”
“By all means.”
“You’ll keep your hands back?”
Severus folded his hands behind his head and nodded at her to continue.
Hermione crawled down between his legs, kneeling with her arse up in the air. “By the way, I don’t know if you’ve completed your side of the bargain. Maybe I should get another hour.”
“It was your choice to take off the ropes. I didn’t ask you to remove them.”
“As long as you pretend you’re tied up, I’ll give you a pass. But I get more time.”
“Five minutes more.”
She leaned away from his cock a little. “Half an hour.”
“Fifteen minutes, and that’s my final offer.”
Hermione nodded. “Fifteen extra minutes. Nine forty-five. I’ve still got a half an hour.”
“Don’t squander it. I haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”
Hermione leaned close and started licking. He’d only lost a little size in their break, and he quickly returned to marble status. She only gave the head intermittent licks, checking every couple of minutes to see how wet the tip was getting. When it looked as if the pre-cum was going to drip down his bugling head, she stopped licking and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He was much more vocal since she’d removed his bindings, grunting and growling at her as his cock throbbed in her hand. She only pumped the bottom three-fourths, staying away from his head.
“Dammit, girl,” he growled.
Hmm. That was quick. “Yes?” she said, smiling.
“You know what you’re doing to me.”
“Did you want something?”
“Go to the top, you bloody tease.”
She let go of his cock completely and tickled his balls with one finger. “Not until you ask me politely.”
Snape sighed as if she’d asked too much. “Pardon me, madam; but would you be kind enough to suck my dick now?”
Hermione hid her face in his thigh and silently laughed. “Very polite. Now say it like you mean it.”
Severus flexed his fingers against his head, forcing his hands to stay where they were. “If you want me to beg, say so.”
“Beg me for it.”
“Please suck my cock, love. My balls are starting to ache.”
“Keep trying,” she prodded. “You’re almost there.”
Snape bit his cheek to keep from smirking. You’re going to pay for this. “Please make me come, love. Nobody does it like you. I need you, Hermione. Please.”
Smiling, she gave his head a single lick. “More?”
You bloody fucking tease. “Yes. Please!”
That's better than I expected. Hermione felt as if she were poking a cobra with a stick. She held the base and started to lick him in ernest, getting him from every angle but keeping it slow. His stomach flexed harder and harder, his thighs turning to granite. When his balls started to contract, she pulled away. He sounded like an angry bear as he slammed his head back into the pillows.
“Sorry, but I thought I should find out if you wanted to come in my mouth or on my face.”
“You'd better be careful, Miss Granger. The night is young, and I have no problem with healing you when I’m through.”
“So . . . on my tits? Arse?”
“In your mouth."
She sucked the salty tip lightly then pulled away again. “Bend your knees for me.”
Snape closed his eyes, grinding his teeth together, but did as she said.
Hermione sat up on her knees where he could see her and slid her finger through her own lubrication. Smiling sweetly at him, she leaned back down and lifted his balls then prodded carefully at his backdoor and slipped inside. Feeling the hard nut of his prostate, she curled her finger against it as she aimed his cock back into her mouth. As soon as she started to slide her lips up and down his length, his hips rocked up to meet her. She felt his prostate swell, and then he was grunting and giving her his release. It sounded as if he was having a nice night after all.
“Fuck!” he panted, going still. He could swear the somber colors of the bedroom suddenly looked brighter. “How much time is left?”
“Mm . . . five minutes,” she replied, slowly pulling her finger from his bum.
He kept his hands behind his head. “Are you done with me?”
Hermione shook her head and straddled his hips. “Not yet. What do you say to me?”
Severus smirked at her. “Thank you, Misstress Granger.”
Hermione smiled and picked up her wand, cleaning off her hand. “It’s Miss Hermione.”
“Oh, that rolls off the tongue,” he said, chuckling.
She leaned down and kissed him softly, pulling away when he tried to deepen it. “MmMm. I’m not done with you. Roll over.”
He raised one eyebrow, wondering what she was up to.
She swung her leg off of him, and he rolled over. Her hand stroked down his spine, gliding over his hard backside. Hermione knelt by his hip and stroked the length of his back. Without warning, she slapped her hand down on his buttocks, making herself jump at the sound.
He was glad she couldn’t see his face. It was one of the few times she'd really surprised him, and he couldn’t believe she’d hit him so hard. “What the hell, Hermione?”
“I just had the urge to slap your arse.”
“You could have warned me,” he muttered.
Hermione bit back a giggle and slapped the other cheek. His back flexed then slowly relaxed as the burn dispersed.
She grinned. “Count."
Severus shook his head with a smile. You are going to get it, little girl. “Two.”
Hermione covered her mouth with one hand so she wouldn’t laugh out loud. Her handprints were turning red on his pale skin. She slapped his left cheek again and her palm prickled with the sting. Damn! My hand hurts. The right side got another sharp smack, and he said, "Four." She rubbed the hot spots then gave him two last fast ones.
He hissed out, “Six.”
Placing her lips to his hot skin, she kissed the red heat. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, Miss Hermione,” he replied in a tight voice.
“Your arse looks so good like this. Oh damn. Your time’s up. I'd better stop.” She gave each cheek one last kiss and pulled away, lying down next to him to see his face.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he asked.
“Very much." She grinned and moved closer so she could stroke his bum. “Did you?”
“It was an eye-opening experience.”
Hermione smiled and kissed his arm. “I love you, Severus.”
“That’s not going to save you, Miss Granger. Do you need to use the loo?”
“Why?”
“You’re mine the rest of the night; I don’t want any interruptions.”
“Okay. I guess I could go. I’ll be right back.”
Severus waited for her leave then rolled out of the bed. He was getting hard again, and he didn’t want to see her knowing smirk. His arse felt like fire. It had been quite some time since anyone had spanked him, and he’d forgotten how much the sting made his cock hard. Damn disloyal dick. He might let her slap his arse again for fun, but she would never spank him again. The submission made him want to vomit. Miss Hermione indeed.
She came out of the bathroom to find him leaning on the edge of the bed, deep in thought.
“Severus?” she whispered, kissing his chest.
“Hm?” he murmured.
“Are you angry about what I did?”
“No.”
“Did you like it?”
“In the same way that I like it when you scratch and bite me.”
“Not in a spanking way?”
“I don’t like being submissive.”
“I should have asked you first. I’m sorry.”
He smirked at her and held her face. “Did you like it?”
“Um . . . yes and no.”
“That was a lot of sting for yes and no.”
Hermione blushed. “It was exciting, and I liked the way it looked; but . . . it hurt my hand, and I felt kind of mean.”
“Don’t do it again.”
She hugged him and rested her face on his chest. “I won’t. I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven. Are you ready to start?”
Hermione looked up at him. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What I want, just like we agreed.”
“You’re not going to do anything scary, are you?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that. Get down into position. No. Face the door . . . move into the middle of the floor. That’s better.” He walked around her as she knelt, admiring the arch in her back and the way her tits jutted up toward him. “Legs wider. Good.”
Her eyes drifted to his prick as he crouched down in front of her.
“Eyes on mine,” he rumbled. “You’re going to show me how obedient you are tonight, pet. When I tell you to do something, you do it. And when I do something to you, you accept it. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Stay right here.”
Where would I go? He walked out of the room, leaving her alone. The way he’d been looking at her and talking scared her a little. Don’t I always do what he says? Why is he warning me? In a few minutes he came back in, carrying the chair from the other room. He put it down, facing her, and sat. She couldn’t imagine he was comfortable like that. The chair was hard, and he was naked. But he just folded his arms and leaned back, watching her in silence.
After five minutes of that, Hermione was at her breaking point. Her feet were cramping, and her legs and arms were shaking. Snape didn’t move a muscle, he just watched her as if he were at the cinema.
Five minutes later, Hermione knew it was some sort of test. He was either waiting to see if she would stay quiet and still or waiting to see when she’d fall apart. She was starting to breathe a little heavier; the strain on her knees was becoming unbearable on the hardwood floor. Then he did the most unexpected thing. He got up and left. She could hear him wandering around downstairs, taking books off the shelves and putting them back.
He came back up five minutes later to find her face streaked with tears. Severus walked to her and wiped her face clean with his fingers. “You’ve been a very good girl. Would you like to get up?”
She burst out crying. “Yes, sir.”
“Can you?”
Hermione stiffly lowered her arms and tried to move. Her legs were cramped and asleep; she couldn’t even get them straight. “No, sir.”
Snape knelt down and slowly eased her to one side, setting her on her hip. His fingers plied at her feet, and he got her partially untangled.
“Lie down,” he said calmly.
Hermione curled on her side on the floor and watched him walk to the bathroom. He came back with an emerald jar of green goo and knelt back down. His large hands rubbed the concoction into her feet first, then up her calves and thighs. He rubbed some along her spine then into her shoulders and arms. She knew it was something he’d used on her before. It got very warm, and then it was like a fever breaking. All her muscles relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Severus helped her to the bed.
“Up. On your stomach.”
Hermione did as he said, lying in the center of the bed. She heard him retrieve his wand from his clothes, and then ropes snaked around her wrists and ankles. Her arms and legs pulled toward the bedposts, and she whimpered quietly. It wasn’t really uncomfortable, but she couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Stay.”
I don’t have any choice! His footsteps left the room, and Hermione wanted to call him back. Don’t leave me. He went to the other bedroom again, and she heard the dresser open and close. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, he finally came back. Her hair was in her face, so even when she tried to look at him, she couldn’t see. The bed shifted, indicating he was leaning on it. Something touched her pussy lips, and she jumped. Whatever it was was smooth and kind of cold. It slid through her wetness and then eased inside her. She realized it must be glass to be that smooth and heavy.
“Hold that inside you. I know you know how. It better still be in there when I get back.”
“Yes, sir.”
He left Hermione alone again, and she squeezed the foreigner, trying to hold it in. That worked for about five minutes, and then her pussy started to twitch and give out. It felt as if her walls were coated in oil as she tried to keep the dildo inside. It was very slowly sliding out of her every time her pussy got tired and tried to expel it. She fought desperately to internally cling to it, but millimeter by millimeter, she was losing the battle. The more she squeezed, the more it moved.
Snape sat in the extra bedroom listening to her panicked breathing. He waited ten more minutes and then strolled back in. Her hair covered her face, but he knew she was silently crying. The shaky stuttering of her breathing gave her away. She’d lost about three and half inches of the eight inch phallus he’d inserted in her. He pushed it back in slowly, as deep as it would go. She didn't have the vaginal capacity for that length (his own cock never even got close to fitting completely inside her). It began to push back out immediately.
“Hold it in,” he warned.
Her muscles went tight, and she started crying out loud. She held it in place for the next minute then it started to slip out again.
“Pull it back in,” he mumbled.
Hermione tried everything she could, but she couldn’t make it move back into place; if anything, she was just getting it wetter and pushing it out further. The ropes trapped her; she couldn’t even beat the bed in frustration.
“All right. That’s good enough. Push it out for me.”
Bearing down, she did the opposite of what she’d been trying to do for the last twenty minutes. It came out partway, and she pushed harder. For something that seemed so hard to keep in, it seemed awfully hard to push out. She was exhausted and panting by the time the flared head finally fell free (and she was glad that she’d used the loo before starting).
“Good girl.”
The ropes disappeared, but Hermione was too tired to move. She felt Snape’s hands around her ankles as he brought her legs back together.
He leaned forward and rolled her over. “Come along, now. Sit up for me.”
Hermione wearily sat up. Snape looked in her eyes and brushed the drying tears off her cheeks. He gave her an almost imperceptible smile.
“I’ll let you rest for five minutes.” He kissed her forehead and let go, leaving her to slump back to the bed like a lump of jelly.
Hermione felt as though she’d been lifting weights with her pussy. Her body was drained, and her head was too tired to think. She stayed there with her eyes closed until she heard him return. The sight of him didn’t soothe her; he had her wrist and ankle cuffs, and probably some other things that she didn’t want to look at too closely.
Severus left her lying there as he attached the leather around her limbs. She stared at him as if she could barely keep her eyes open. Yanking her to sit up, he picked up the nipple clamps. “Are you going to be good?”
“Yes, sir.”
He plucked her nipple until it stood out then carefully closed the clamp over it.
Hermione was totally awake after that.
“Owwwww,” she whimpered and the tears started again. Don’t tell him to take it off. It’s a test. Fuck this hurts!
When she made no complaints, he started on her other nipple, rolling and pinching it until it stood erect. The clamp bit down, and she cried harder.
“On your hands and knees,” he said evenly.
Hermione did as he asked, sniffling and wincing as the clamps chewed off her nipples.
“Down,” he muttered, and she put her face to the bed. He attached her wrists and ankles to each other and patted her rump. “Stay.”
She cried softly into the mattress, her nipples stabbing at her senses. He didn’t leave that time. He sat in the chair, watching her. Hermione was glad he wasn’t leaving her alone, but she was worried he would see her fail at whatever this new test was.
As the minutes passed, some of the pain dulled. Her crying fell to sniffling. I’m glad we don’t do whatever he wants all the time. I can’t take much more of this.
Severus let her stew for about ten minutes then went to stand behind her again. Her pussy had iced itself; he ran his finger lightly over it. “You’re doing very well, pet. I’m proud of you.”
Reaching under her, he unclipped one nipple. She hissed and twitched but then panted into the bed and went still. The other side released, and he stroked her hindquarters as he pushed her hair to one side. Her eyes were swollen and red, but he thought she looked beautiful. His wand ran over her nose, and she took a deep breath, giving him a grateful look. “You stayed in control of yourself tonight. No complaints. No backtalk. You did everything I asked, even when it hurt or seemed impossible. I have never wanted you more than I do right now. Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop. I mean it. We’re not going to bed until you put a stop to it . . . or you pass out. Please tell me if you get lightheaded.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled and walked behind her. The first one would be easy. She’d been building up to it for quite some time. His finger tickled back and forth over her clit, and she moaned into the bed. In less than two minutes she was shaking and coming hard, panting and grunting. He smiled as she slumped in her restraints.
Pushing two fingers into her satin cunt, he slowly began to work her front wall, picking up speed as she started to sound more desperate. He could feel the swell of her g-spot and hear the liquid chant of his fingers inside her. When he felt her muscles start to push him out, he went to her clit and watched her release run down her slit. There’s my water nymph.
“Good girl,” he purred, bending down to tongue her clean.
Hermione licked her parched lips and whispered, “Getting dizzy, sir.”
He smiled and unclipped her arms and legs. “Roll over for me, love. I’ll get you some water.”
Severus got the glass from the bathroom and filled it with water. When he got back, he helped her sit up, steadying the glass as she gulped it down. Setting it on the table, he got some chocolate from the drawer and brought her back a big chunk. “Don’t choke. Lie back down. I want you to eat all of this.”
Hermione gave him a groggy nod and gnawed off a corner. It tasted good, like mint chocolate chip ice cream. She ate it quickly and felt a little revived.
“That’s my girl. Roll over onto your side. That’s good.” He settled in behind her and spooned himself along her back. He entered her from behind, loving the different angle, and let her rest as much as she could while he began to fuck her. He made sure to hit the spots she liked, and soon she was reaching back for his hip to pull him in harder. I know what you need, pet. Let me take care of you. As soon as she started to tense, he brought his hand down to her clit. She let out a loud “unh,” and he felt a tiny trickle of juice along his cock.
Hermione was ready to close her eyes and go to sleep, even with him still fucking her. If anything, the fucking was rocking her to sleep. Just one more. Snape’s lips came to her ear, and she smiled as he whispered to her.
“Once more, love. I know what you need. Feel that? It’s just one finger right now, but by the time I get to three, you’ll be squirting for me again. You love having my fingers in your tight little arse, don’t you? You come twice as fast when I touch you like this. I don’t even have to fuck you. Just me telling you how I’m going to stretch you wide makes you want to come. I should push that glass cock in your arse and leave it there all day. Your pussy would be loud enough to hear from dawn to dusk. Every time you were a good girl, I could just bend you over and ream you with it, and you’d beg me for more.”
Hermione hoped that he wasn’t serious . . . but at the same time wanted to try it.
“MmHm. You’re getting wetter right now just thinking about it.” Snape pushed her a little ways forward so her bum would stick out further. He couldn’t whisper in her ear in that position, but he could still talk. “That’s it. Show me that arse.”
After slicking two fingers in his mouth, he wiggled them into her bum.
“Is that what you like, pet?” he purred, fucking her harder. “Let me hear you.”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered. Her pussy was almost numb from friction, but he kept hitting that spot inside her. The fingers wiggled deeper, and she shoved her bum back into him. “Unh!”
“You are such a good girl. You love having your arse filled, and I love filling it. Come for me, pet. Your pussy's ready to spill. Let me feel it.”
He fucked her a little harder, and Hermione felt the tension start to build. “May I touch myself, sir?”
He growled. No more free hands. “Yes. Come for me.”
Hermione touched her swollen clit; it seemed about twice its usual size. (Or maybe she was delirious with exhaustion.) His cock felt amazing at that angle. It kind of hurt but in a nice stretching way, and he kept hitting her g-spot as if he were mad at it. It didn’t take much to push herself over. “Severus!”
Her pussy pulsed around him, her body jerking as if she were being electrocuted. As soon as she went still, he pulled out his fingers and muttered a cleaning charm. His cock eased out next, and he turned her on her back. She lolled her head toward him and gave him a weak smile. He smirked and rolled over top of her, rubbing his cock between her soaked pussy lips. She gasped as her clit was targeted.
“I love watching you come, pet,” he whispered, pushing her hair off her face. “Let me see your face this time.”
“Oh God, Severus. I’m too tired.”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
“I don’t know if I can come again.”
“You can,” he assured her and pushed his cock lower to enter her. Warmth closed around him again, and he slid his arms under her shoulders. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, putting her arms around him too. “Please kiss me, Severus. I need you.”
He knew what she meant. Sometimes she needed him inside her, and sometimes she needed him to kiss her and make her feel safe. Other times she just needed him to be close to her, as if his presence were her own personal drug. It was usually pretty easy to figure out which need she had in mind. Leaning in, he kissed her slowly to match the way he was fucking her. She tasted of chocolate and mint, and he licked her like candy. Her tongue tangled with his, tickling the roof of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks. Her leather restraints pressed into his skin as she pulled him tighter
They went on like that until he started to feel dizzy. His hips had worked themselves into a steady slap, and he needed more air. “Put down your legs. Rub your clit against me . . . like the first time we fucked.”
Hermione’s stomach dropped flat as a pancake. She was surprised he remembered not only what they’d done, but exactly what he’d said. “Severus,” she whispered, touched. Her voice was shaking as if she were going to cry. “I love you so much.”
“Don’t cry, love,” he murmured, nuzzling her cheek. “Fucking’s not supposed to be sad.”
“I’m not sad. I just can’t believe you remember what you said.”
“I will never forget that night for as long as I live.”
She blinked rapidly, but it was no use. The tears spilled down her face.
He kissed them away, tasting the light, salty flavor on his lips. His kisses seemed to make them fall faster, and her arms tightened around the back of his neck.
“I know, love,” he whispered in her ear.
He teased her neck until she was too distracted to cry. The sharp pull of suction and teeth made her hips buck faster. Hermione wanted him to leave his name in bruises around her neck so everyone would know who made her happiest. They worked off each other, driving the other to greater heights. He had to speed up to match her hips, and that just made her buck harder.
“Fuck, love!” he groaned. “Come for me!”
Hermione could feel the tremors in her legs starting. “So close. Just a little more.”
Severus grunted and sped up. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on at that pace, either sexually or physically. Her breathing became shallow, and he pulled back to look in her eyes. They were going in and out of focus as she tried to hold his gaze.
He grinned. “There you are." She stopped breathing, and her pussy started spasming. Her entire body shook, leaving him feeling as though he were riding a human earthquake. When she started mewling like a kitten and digging her claws into his back, he was gone, riding through his own release.
Hermione pulled him as close as she could. “Thank you, sir.”
His hips jerked spastically. “Severus,” he growled.
Hermione smiled. “Severus. Stay inside me, okay?”
He dropped his head into her hair, feeling as though he’d emptied his soul into her. “Anything.”
Hermione stroked the back of his head. “Mine.”
Severus smiled out a tired laugh. “Yes.” Forever.
“I’m tired, Severus. Time to sleep.”
He took off her cuffs and let her get under the covers. Hermione felt bone weary. Her eyes wouldn’t stay open as she waited for him to put everything away. Even when he came back in the room and got under the sheets, she couldn’t open her eyes. She was almost asleep when she felt his hair tickling her thighs and his breath on her pussy. Reaching under the sheets, she smiled tiredly. “What are you doing?”
His tongue snaked out, and she had her answer. Her eyes opened wide to the darkness of the bedroom as he pushed up her knees and held her open, feasting on her clit. “Severus, I can’t. I’m so tired.”
He didn’t stop. Hermione tore away the sheets. His nose was all she could see at that angle in the dark. The soft warmth of his mouth made her relax, and the lazy swirl of his tongue was more soothing than stimulatory. Her fingers carded through his greasy hair, and she softly scratched his scalp. Eyes fluttering shut, she let him continue. I warned him. If he wants to keep going, I’m not going to stop him. I might fall asleep though.
She didn’t fall asleep. Hermione just got more and more awake the longer he did it. She kept catching herself pulling his hair. His tongue got lighter and lighter, but maintained its steady ticking. Bloody know-it-all, making me come when I’m trying to sleep. Being completely relaxed, the pleasure washed over her like a gentle wave, glorious and slow. She wasn’t knocked down by it. She was bathed in its glow.
She whimpered, whispering his name; and he guessed she was coming. It was harder to tell when he wasn’t inside her. The little bunnyhops of her hips were his only other indication.
When it seemed to fade, he rested one finger on her clit and asked, “Are you still conscious?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling in the dark.
“Good.” He went right back for more, keeping the same light steady pace as before.
Hermione rolled her head back against the pillow. “Severus! Please. I appreciate the effort, but I’m tired.”
He gave no indication that he heard her. His tongue resumed its lackadaisical licking, and Hermione threw one arm across her face in defeat, breathing out a small grunt. There was no fear of falling asleep this time. Minutes passed, and she knew she was well on her way to another orgasm. She’d lost count. The next one came surprisingly fast, and she whimpered and arched her back as the sensation blossomed through her sex.
Severus smirked into her clit. I don’t hear you begging me to stop. He slowed down as the tension drained from her body; there would be no break for her. That last one had come too easily; he had a feeling he was going to have to work for the next one. There was no need to force it out of her, she would bend to the will of his tongue sooner or later.
Steady and light, his tongue toyed with her. Hermione knew her body was running on empty. Her head wasn’t just vacant, her brain was demolished. She felt like a slug plopped on the pavement in a spineless lump. Except for the rise and fall of her belly, she showed little signs of life. My clit is going to be sore tomorrow.
Severus touched the tip of his finger right to the edge of her entrance. Her hips gave a small jerk as he tickled her. It wasn’t really difficult to make her climax, it just took patience and a steady hand . . . or tongue. His seed dribbled out of her like creamed honey. He could taste its spunky accent as he titillated her opening.
Hermione didn’t understand how she could be so close already. She’d just come scarcely five minutes before. It seemed her body had no understanding of time and was going to let him play her like a fiddle. Another pool of release washed over her, and she arched into it, letting her body twitch and throw her around like a rag doll.
He waited until she relaxed then rested his finger on her clit again. “What do you say?”
Hermione let out a long low wail of exhaustion.
“Close enough.”
He started back in on her clit, and she wailed louder. His tongue barely touched her as he brought his finger a little higher. He stroked the spot near her urethra that she liked; her wail stuttered to a shaky moan. The soft whump of her hand on the bed told him she was flailing around. He wondered if she even had a limit. Was there a point where she couldn’t come anymore? Maybe not. She kept shaking with rouge spasms, seemingly ready for more. His tongue was starting to get tired, but he could always go back to his finger. There was no way he was going to stop at that point. It was too interesting to see how long it could continue. If she lasted another hour, he’d be shocked.
Hermione felt as if she’d been awake for three days straight. Her head was spinning and didn't seem to be connected to her neck any longer. Her arms and legs felt strangely weighted and weightless, as if they were filled with sand but floating away. Severus was conveniently anchoring her pelvis, so she felt somewhat grounded. It was a fun fact to know that he could keep her pinned down with just the tip of his tongue.
Her thighs started to shake, and he almost laughed. It hadn’t been five minutes since the last one. Maybe not even four. She shook and moaned for him as she came again; then, like a switch flipped, she went still and quiet. He held his place with one finger and purred to her in the dark, “You’re being a very good girl. Give me another one.”
Hermione couldn’t make a sound as he started again. Her arms were too tired to keep petting him, so she flopped down her hand like a dead fish. There was a high-pitched hissing in her ears, and she rolled her head to one side to try to silence it. The sound of his tongue on her clit was obscenely loud and wet. His finger felt like a persistent blow tickler along her inner lips. Jolts of electricity rolled through her body every minute or so, making her muscles go from jelly to concrete for several seconds at a time.
He was impressed with how quickly she was falling each time. If he had the ability come repeatedly like that, they might never leave the bedroom again. It seemed she was getting there faster each time. Not that time was something he focused on with her, or any witch for that matter. He’d learned long ago that fast didn’t mean good; if anything, longer was better . . . to a point. But neither of them were forcing this. He’d never seen her so unwound (without the aid of potions). In an instant, her body went from lax to stiff, and her hips pulsed in time with her pussy. He could feel the beat of her sex against his finger, throbbing like a small heart. A tiny trickle of fluid ran down her folds then she went still again. He grunted in amusement and kept stroking her swollen inner lips. It felt as if every inch of tissue, from her vagina to her clit, was chock full of blood.
“Again,” he muttered.
When he started on her clit again, Hermione closed her eyes. She just needed to rest them for a minute. It seemed only seconds later she was coming again. She knew she must have briefly fallen asleep, but she couldn’t really contemplate it when her pussy was wringing her dry.
Severus felt the hard swell behind her urethra and rubbed it a little faster. She made a choked noise, and then her pussy was spraying him. The swelling under his finger throbbed as she arched even harder and let loose. The fluid slowed to a stop, and he lapped it up for her. She was very quiet after that, just breathing hard. He licked her clean as she came back down.
Hermione panted at the dark ceiling, closing her eyes again. So sleepy. His tongue licked her into a small coma. Half asleep and half awake, she sighed as he started the process again.
He’d only been at it for a couple minutes when he heard her snoring. Severus picked up his head and whispered, “Hermione?”
There was no answer. Smirking, he kissed her clit goodnight and carefully climbed up to lie next to her. Her legs were still sprawled out, and he gently draped one over his own then pulled up the sheets to cover them. Her head was tipped back at a strange angle (which explained the snoring) so he tipped it back down and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight, love.”
The room smelled of pussy, and he knew she’d be sticky when she woke up in the morning. Good, I’ll have a reason to get her in the shower before she leaves.
He fell asleep and dreamed of locked dungeon corridors and finding her in his garden again, only mildly confused by the claw-footed tub growing among his asphodel. She seemed less confused by it and dragged him over to have a nice bath in the garden.
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