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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I slept quite poorly and got out of bed before dawn the next day. Having resolved a plan in my head during the long, miserable night, I went straight to the owlery. I sent the short note anonymously with a school owl, trusting my distinct handwriting to let her know who it came from. I watched the owl as it circled around Gryffindor tower, finally alighting on a window sill and tapping the glass with its beak. A slim pair of arms pulled it inside, and, a few seconds later, gave it a helpful toss back out into the air. I pensively watched the barn owl float back towards me, praying that she wouldn’t just rip up the note immediately.
I slumped back down to the dungeon, berating myself the whole way, Well, you’ve done it this time. You let her see what a violent fucking pervert you are. And now it’s all over. You’ve ruined this once in a lifetime chance to be with the most intelligent, beautiful, brave, and compassionate witch you’ve ever met. How could you ever be so conceited as to think yourself worthy of touching her?
I passed the day in my quarters, smoking ganja and listening to moody music in bed. I skipped the meals, not being able to stand the thought of seeing her giggling with those stupid fucking boys.
At ten minutes until midnight I was anxiously pacing the flagstone walk at the foot of the stairs. The castle doors cracked open, and Hermione’s disillusioned form slipped through and shut them silently. Feeling exceedingly relieved to see her, I jogged to the foot of the stairs and caught her deftly when she jumped from the top step. I spun her around, eliciting a round of delighted giggling. I set her down, chuckling quietly, and whispered, “You’re five minutes early.”
She gave me a quick hug, whispering back, “So you wanted to be with me at midnight on Saint Valentine’s Day?” She teased, “So romantic, Sir!”
I rolled my eyes, taking her by the hand and striding swiftly away from the castle. After a few minutes I plunged into the Forbidden Forest, lighting my wand as the moonlight faded beneath the canopy. I followed my path for over thirty minutes, carefully guiding Hermione by the hand the whole way. As we emerged into the clearing I so vigilantly maintained, she let out a gasp of astonishment.
The enormous glass greenhouse I had meticulously constructed to house the rare plants I needed for potion-making glimmered welcomingly in the moonlight. Its elaborately slanted and peaked modern architecture reflected the light strangely, giving it an other-worldly sort of glow. There was no apparent door; I raised my wand, sang a single note, and a section of glass near us dissolved. I took both of her hands in my own, walking backwards and pulling her along with me. I watched her face as we pushed past a large Rambling Rhododendron and emerged into the temperate zone. The gold in her eyes glimmered fantastically as tiny floating orbs of light glowed into life all around us.
She gasped, head swinging rapidly this way and that, trying to take in the profusion of life all around us. Huge, shaggy trees towered hundreds of meters above our heads, taking full advantage of the Undetectable Endless Expansion Charm I’d placed on the ceiling. Teeming shrubs grew into each other, fighting ruthlessly for space. Dozens of species of grass formed a patchwork over the ground, barely restrained within their charmed territories.
Pulling on her hand, I took her down the aisle to a darkened area where far fewer of the firefly-like lights hovered. Within a couple meters, the fresh forest gave way to a dank, cave-like atmosphere. Enormous mushrooms towered over us, some large enough to curl up on and take a nap. Shelf fungi in every color of the rainbow spread over the sparse tree trunks, covering nearly every square inch of free space. Growths in the most bizarre and psychedelic shapes sprung from the fallen trees that littered the ground. A particularly cheeky little pink shroom danced invitingly as we strolled past, puffing little clouds of spores at us.
Finally, we transitioned into my favorite part of the greenhouse, the tropical zone. The humidity rose even further, making Hermione’s hair frizz out adorably. “Oh my gods!” she exclaimed, gawking at the fantastical scene around us. She reached for a gargantuan, cherry-red pitcher plant, and I grabbed the back of her cardigan, yanking her away. The plant lunged forward, grasping at the spot she’d been standing a split-second before with its gaping maw. I laughed at her stunned expression, indicating five other carnivorous plants in our immediate vicinity.
Leaves as large as my torso burst from enormous shrubs twice my height. Tall, impossibly thin trees waved luxuriously in the enchanted breeze. A half-dozen species of bamboo crowded aggressively against their boundary spell, seeming to eye the the prime patch of land occupied by nearly a hundred species of orchid. Every last orchid was a marvel to behold, forming the most elaborate and bizarrely delicate shapes, and clad in impossibly vibrant colors and patterns.
Hundreds of other flowers fought for our attention in every direction, each one more fantastical and peculiar than the last. This one hummed a little melody. That one waved its stamens in a “come-hither” motion. This one was a such a dark, impossibly opaque violet that it seemed to be an entirely new color of its own.
“This is incredible…” she breathed, looking around us in awe.
I pulled her to me, encircling her waist with my hands. “Hermione…” I began, and she looked at me intently. “I want to apologize about last night. I lost control…”
“No!” she interrupted me, “Don’t start doing that! I know you’ve been beating yourself up about it all day. You think I wouldn’t notice that you skipped all three meals? Honestly!” she scoffed.
“But what I did was inexcusable. I abused my position of authority. I abused you…” I asserted determinedly.
“You think I wouldn’t have told you to stop if I wanted you to?! Do you not know me at all?! If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s standing up for myself!”
“But…” I began protesting, but she cut me off with a finger to my lips.
“Stop. I enjoyed it, ok…” she blushed. “It was, like, super hot. Ridiculously hot,” she whispered shyly, looking away. “It’s not like I don’t know tons of people do that kind of stuff… And way more intense stuff than that, even. I mean… I’m, you know, a virgin… So I’ve never done anything like that ever before… But last night was the most turned on I’ve ever been…” she confessed, her face and ears burning scarlet.
My heart joyfully leapt into my throat at her words. She liked it! You made her the horniest she’s ever been in her life! And to top it all off, she’s still a virgin! Fuck yes!
“So you liked it, huh, little girl?” I purred, my lips as close to her ear as possible without actually coming into contact. “You liked being punished by your big, bad potions master? Did you go to bed and touch yourself?” She nodded, still looking down, grasping agitatedly at the front of my shirt.
I leaned in, letting my lips brush the soft skin of her throat as I murmured, “Did you stick your fingers in your hot little pussy and think about me? Did you imagine my head buried between your legs?”
She whimpered in frustration and began undoing the buttons of my shirt. She plunged her hands inside it, running across my stomach and chest. She ran her short nails tantalizingly down my torso, bringing up goose bumps all over my body. “Mmm… that’s a good girl,” I groaned, “touch your Master like a needy little slut.” She planted kisses all over my chest and abdomen, occasionally tonguing a scar in a particularly filthy sort of way. She wrapped her arms around my waist, digging her nails aggressively into the skin of my back.
Then, amazingly, she placed her perfect little lips over my nipple, sucking and nibbling on it gently. I let out an enormous moan, clutching her to me and nearly humping her like an animal. Thrilled by my response, she dug her nails in harder and moved to my other nipple, biting and sucking on it aggressively. “Oh! Fuck! Hermione!” I nearly sobbed, tossing my head back and struggling to breathe.
Then her hand was on my crotch, grabbing my swollen cock through my pants. She squeezed and rubbed it inexpertly as I bucked against her hand in a haze of arousal. She was kissing and sucking on my abdomen frantically, leaving love bites in her wake. Her ministrations, though random and unpracticed, had nearly brought me orgasm already. I pulled her up roughly by the hair, pressing my scorching lips unthinkingly to her own.
Electricity crackled painfully between us, but the distance from the castle seemed to have lessened it somewhat. It our advanced states of arousal, the sting hardly registered in our minds. I assaulted her mouth with my tongue, relishing her scorching hot deliciousness. Our kiss was unskilled and ungainly, an expression of pure animal need. Her taste was ethereally sweet, but also darkly intoxicating. I wanted my cock between those plump, swollen lips more than I wanted oxygen.
She began to explore my own mouth with her tongue, probing sweetly and gingerly. Her pure, unadulterated innocence was palpable. I came suddenly, unable to hold back anymore. I let out a feral growl into her mouth, biting her lower lip aggressively as the final few spurts exploded out of me.
I vanished the evidence wandlessly and silently, giving Hermione a final, exceedingly tender kiss on the forehead before hugging her passionately to my chest. She squeezed me back just as roughly, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.
“I hope that convinced you that I’ve not been scared off,” she teased, looking up at me with fire blazing behind her eyes. “Oh, I think I’ve been convinced,” I murmured languidly, placing a series of wet kisses up and down her throat.
I had both hands firmly gripping her ass, and I slid my leg gently between her jean-clad thighs. Using my perfect little handholds, I slowly but deliberately pushed her against my muscular thigh. She let out a little gasp as her clitoris rubbed against the inseam of her jeans. I pressed my leg against her more insistently, and she began to move. Slowly at first, then quickly building in pace. Her breaths came out in little gasps. Her eyes were firmly squeezed shut.
I whispered sensually in her ear, “Yes. That’s right. Rub that tiny wet pussy on me. Come for me, girl. I want your knickers soaked with your arousal. If I can’t make you come myself, I’m sure as hell going to watch you get yourself off on me. That’s it. Good girl… I know you’re embarrassed… Humping your professor’s leg like an insatiable slut. Dirty little girl. But you like the humiliation, don’t you? You just want to be used like my plaything, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she screamed out, tears streaming from her eyes, “Please!” She came then, with great, shuddering cries. Her entire body seemed to seize, clenching my thigh painfully between her own. She collapsed in my arms, weak and dizzy from exertion. I picked her up, cradling her easily in my arms.
She pulled my face to hers, honoring me with a dreamy open-mouthed kiss before jerking away with a grunt of frustration. The pain was significantly worse now that our senses weren’t deadened by rushing adrenaline.
I kissed her on the forehead and carried her outside. We’d managed to lose a couple of hours in the greenhouse; the moon had sunk below the tree-line. I carried her about half of the way back to the castle before she decided her legs had stopped shaking enough to hold her weight. We walked, somewhat awkwardly, with our arms wrapped tightly around each other. When we reached the open grounds, I cast a Disillusionment Charm on her, and we strolled the rest of the way to the castle hand-in-hand.
I tried to send her up to her dormitory, but she outright refused, simply turning away from me and heading down the dungeon stairs. Rolling my eyes, I trotted swiftly after her. She strolled into my bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and slid under the sheets. “Are those jeans going to be comfortable to sleep in?” I asked innocently. She laughed, rolling her eyes at my affected virtue. “Nope. But its probably for the best that we remain fully clothed.”
I dug through my wardrobe, pulling out an old, too-small pair of black pajama pants and tossing them across the room at her. I went into the bathroom to change, and when I emerged she was propped up on the pillows, wearing my pants and a Beatles t-shirt. “Glad you’re making yourself at home,” I drawled sarcastically, looking pointedly at the shirt. She rolled her eyes at me, saying, “I didn’t want to sleep in a bra and jumper. So sue me.”
I licked my lips predatorily and crawled across the enormous, king-sized to her. “Maybe you need to be punished for sticking your cute little nose where it doesn’t belong!” I growled, pulling the blankets off of her. She squealed, swatting at my hands playfully.
“You can’t just tell me you have no bra on and not expect me to have a look!” I cried, feigning an attempt a pulling her shirt up, but actually just tickling her mercilessly.
“No! No! I must preserve my innocence!” she screamed, thrashing around and trying to escape my onslaught.
We both lost it, rolling around on the bed, wrestling and laughing like giddy children. After a while we tired ourselves out, and I fell back against the pillows. She scooted over to lay her head on my chest, but I grabbed her by the hip and deftly pulled her on top of me. She grinned at me, wiggling around slightly to find a comfortable position. She pulled the covers over us then slid her arms tightly around my waist, burrowing her hands under my back. I placed one hand protectively on her waist; the other I burrowed deep into her riotous mane. Lulled by the soothing herbaceous scent of her hair and the weight of her body atop mine, I was asleep within minutes.
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