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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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32 - Sun Sun Sun, Here it Comes
Snape was just heading down to his lab after seeing Hermione off and finishing his breakfast when he heard a pecking at the window. He opened the back door and waited until the Malfoy’s eagle owl settled onto the back of a kitchen chair. Taking the scroll from its foot, he read the missive with a pinched look as the bird took off out the window.
Just saw the Prophet. It wasn’t me. —LM
A feeling of dread settled in his stomach as he walked through the house to the front door to get the paper. Whatever it was Lucius was referring to wasn’t the headline (apparently a small duel had occurred in the lobby of the Ministry). He picked up the paper and flipped it over. In the bottom right corner, wedged into the social section, he saw it: a picture of himself and Hermione walking outside Chez Monet’s. They looked quite cozy, holding hands as she gazed up at him and said something. The picture had been taken from across the street, probably an alley. At least they didn’t get a picture of her hand all over my rod.
His eyes rolled when he read the caption. Flirting with Death?
Hermione Granger (age 18), close friend of Harry Potter, was spotted leaving Chez Monet’s last night with former Death Eater and current Hogwarts Potions master, Severus Snape (age 38). Is this a cry for help, or has the Golden Girl of Gryffindor gone to the dark side? Although cleared of any wrong doing, Snape has maintained a solitary and reclusive life, prompting many to ask whether he is really as innocent as the Wizengamot believes. Many may now also ask if he's taking advantage of young Granger. Or is the girl whom everyone praises for standing beside Harry Potter not as innocent as she would like us to believe? Healer Arnold Rubinsky stated in an interview that it's not uncommon for a devious mind to mask itself in brilliance or bravery. He went on to say that he's more concerned that her mind may have been weakened by the stress of battle. If she is unbalanced, we can only hope that she finds the help she so desperately needs.
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. Drivel. The masses will eat it up.
A large snowy owl flew in the open back window. “Hedwig?” The bird landed on the kitchen table and held out its foot. Snape took the note and read.
Severus,
Have you seen the Prophet? No name on the writeup, but I know it’s Rita Skeeter. She’s despicable. It seems you’re not only a cradle-robber but also pining for your glory days with Voldemort. But that’s okay, because your girlfriend is just as evil and/or barmy. Good match, eh? Oh Merlin. Harry just got a letter from some looney telling him to check me into St. Mungo’s for my own good. How thoughtful. Should we do something about this? (And, for now, I don’t mean hexing Skeeter.)
Your partner in crime,
HG
Severus smirked and fed Harry’s owl some leftover toast. “Can you deliver a letter for me?”
“Hoo.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Give me a minute.”
He dug up some parchment and scribbled out a short note. “Take this to Draco Malfoy. I’m going to Grimmauld Place if he replies.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Harry came through the kitchen door with Snape trailing behind him. “Perverted Death Eater here to see you, Hermione.”
Hermione spun around, abandoning her cereal. When she saw Snape, she burst out laughing. “Did you get my letter?”
“Yes. And Lucius’s.”
Her jaw dropped. “Was it him?”
“No, he was making sure I knew that.”
“Do you believe him?”
“Yes.” He glanced and Potter and Weasley. They seemed wary at the mention of Lucius. “Besides the fact that he’s too lazy, it’s not his style. If he were going to rat on us, he’d relay something juicer than Chez Monet.”
Hermione smiled at him, knowing he meant Eros. “We’ve gotten four more letters since I wrote. One saying they knew I couldn’t be trusted and one offering to marry me.”
“And the other two?”
“Harry got another one saying he should check on me and the other was just a flyer for a women’s shelter in London. Because obviously you’re abusive."
“Truer words,” he muttered, sitting down next to her. “Let’s get away.”
Hermione chewed her cereal, giving him a funny look. “Huh?”
“Just a short holiday. By the time we get back, all this will have blown over.”
“Where?”
“Draco suggested their beach house once. I wrote to him to see if the offer was still on the table.”
She grinned. “You mean run away together?”
“Would you prefer to remain here and await the barrage of howlers we’re both sure to receive?"
“They could find us abroad.”
“Not if I put up an Anti-Locator Charm.”
“We could do that here.”
“You know the reporters and fans are going to show up looking for you soon. Here . . . at my house . . . at the Burrow.”
Hermione sighed. “I can’t just leave Harry and Ron to deal with my mess.”
Ron and Harry stopped eating and looked at one another. “Um . . .” Harry wavered then shook his head. “Nah, we’ll be fine. Kreacher can get rid of any suspicious mail, and we can just use the Floo to get where we’re going.”
Ron grinned. “I hope they do go to the Burrow. I don’t know who would Stun them faster, Mum or Ginny.”
“What should we say if someone asks us direct questions?” Harry asked. “No comment?”
Hermione looked at Severus, who just shrugged. She shook her head. “No. Tell them the truth. I don’t want all this gossip and nonsense. Just say we’re seeing each other and we’re happy.”
“What if they ask where you are?”
Hermione grinned. “Tell them we’re busy.”

_______________________________________
Draco finished giving them the tour. Hermione couldn’t believe that this was their beach house. I could live here year round. It was a gorgeous, single-floor layout that looked classical and tropical both inside and out. Very British but with an island feel. Colonialism at its finest.
“Mother and Father only come here once a year, and they’ve already been; so you’re safe.”
“This is beautiful, Draco,” she muttered, looking up at the vaulted ceilings.
“We like it. Listen, you’ll have to go into town and get food, but everything else should be here. Put everything back the way you found it, and they’ll never know.”
Severus nodded. “That shouldn’t be difficult.”
“The house has a Muggle Deterrent spell on it and the usual protective charms. People will walk by on the beach, but they won’t be able to see you, even if you’re on the deck.”
Severus smirked. “You packed that swimsuit for nothing, pet.”
Hermione smiled and shook her head. “But they can see me on the beach and in the water, can’t they, Draco?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yes, but being topless isn’t frowned on around here and bathing suit size is lenient.”
Hermione heard Snape snorting as she blushed. She refused to look at him. “No, Severus, I am not going topless on a public beach.”
“I didn’t suggest you should.”
Draco shook his head, smirking at them. “All right, I’ve got to get back. Owl me or Floo me if you need something.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Draco."
He stopped just before stepping into the fire. “When are you two going back?”
“I figure we’ll be forgotten in about seven days,” Snape answered.
“Good luck,” Draco muttered, looking doubtful. “Malfoy Manor.”
He disappeared in a flash of green flame.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Snape’s waist. “This is very romantic. Where will you fuck me first?”
He laughed. “I’d like to finish the research I brought with me first. Go put on your suit, and I’ll read outside while you cavort in the waves.”
“Cavort in the waves?" she said, laughing. "I’ll do no such thing.”
“Fine. Build a sand castle. Whatever strikes your fancy.”
Hermione picked up her bag by the Floo. “Did you bring swimming trunks?”
“Do I look like the kind of man who owns swimming trunks?”
She shrugged. “I won’t tell if you want to go starkers.”
He chuckled and watched her head off to the bedroom. “I might blind someone with my sallow glow.”
“No one can see you on the deck,” she called over her shoulder.

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus sat reading in the sandy shade. It was hot, but there was a nice breeze. The smell of the ocean was pleasant, and he glanced up every few minutes to see what she was up to. She’d dipped her toe in the water and told him it was lovely then waded in and swam around for a while. Her bathing costume was an overly simple one-piece. It was a soft pink, and she looked pure and sweet in it.
Until she came out of the water.
Once wet, it took on a worn, transparent quality. The triangle of hair between her legs was like a salacious shadow marking her sex. He could just make out the darker skin of her areola through the thin material. Her nipples were like stones, and he couldn’t concentrate on his reading until she wrapped herself in her towel.
“It’s nice,” she commented. “Warm. Come swimming with me later.”
“In what?”
“Just wear your shorts or something.”
“That sounds precarious.”
“We can wait until it’s dark.”
“Hmm,” he hummed noncommittally.
“What are you reading?”
“Ludwig’s journal on obscure potions ingredients.”
“Okay. I’m going to lay out for a bit. Can we eat soon?”
“We’ll go into town in an hour or so.”
She kissed his baked, black head. “‘Kay. Love you.”
He watched her walk toward the house, and when she got to the property line, she vanished. It appeared that she had disappeared into a copse of palm trees. He waited about five minutes then marked his place and walked toward the house with the pretense of getting something to drink. He found her facedown on the deck, completely nude. She’d piled her hair on top of her head and pushed her wand through it to keep it in place. Her head lifted, and she gave him a small smile.
“Done reading?”
“No, just getting something to drink.”
“Will you bring me something too?”
He nodded and went inside. There was a charm on the house, so it felt considerably cooler indoors. He got out two glasses and filled them with water then chilled the glass. Taking her hers, he settled into one of the lounge chairs to read some more. After about five minutes, she rolled onto one side, and he stared at her bare bum for a minute before going back to his book.
Ten minutes later, she rolled onto her other side and bent her arm over her head. He’d never seen her naked outdoors before and decided instantly he was a fan. The sun shone on her pale skin, bathing her in warm light.
Hermione checked the time and, ten minutes later, rolled onto her back. The sun felt amazing after being in the water. She didn’t want to ever go inside, but she didn’t want to wind up burnt either. It would be nice to not have tan lines for once. She always wound up looking part-zebra with her white belly and tan legs and arms.
Severus stared at the remaining water glinting in her pubic hair, completely losing his place in the book. She was like a cat lazing in the sun. Except far more enticing. Her palms were turned up to get the inside of her arms, and her legs were parted to get her inner thighs. Wondering how warm her skin would feel on his tongue, he took another sip of water.
“Are you going to do this every day?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered with a sleepy smile. “It’s bloody amazing. I’m so relaxed.”
“Aren’t you getting hot?”
“A little. I’ll get back in the water for a few minutes.”
“Naked?”
She laughed. “No.”
“Let’s look for a different suit for you in town.”
She squinted at him. “You don’t like mine?”
“I love it. But I want to see you in something that shows you off more.”
“I don’t want to show off anything.”
“Not even for me?”
She smiled. “You can see me like this anytime.”
“Yes, but I want to see you looking like you’re in your knickers when you come out of the water.”
Hermione snorted.
“Will you go topless for me?”
“Are you blind, man? I am topless for you.”
He smirked. “On the beach.”
“Will you buy a suit and come out with me?”
“Hm,” he growled. “Maybe.”
“I’ll wear a bikini if you do it.” She rolled over and rested on her elbows.
“How small of a bikini?”
She grinned. “It has to cover most of my breasts and all of my pussy.”
You didn’t say anything about your bum. “Deal.”
Hermione looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yes. Let’s go to town and get some food.”
“Okay, I’ll take a shower and change.” She gathered her swimsuit and towel, letting Severus get her glass.
“No knickers,” he called out as she walked into the kitchen. “This is a holiday.”

- - - - - - - - - -
They strolled through the small town, a fifteen minute walk from the house, and found enough food to last them the week. They got a lot of stares, but there were too many reasons they could have drawn people's eyes to be sure of the reason. Besides the age difference, they were foreign. Snape looked like a vampire on holiday, and Hermione felt as if the entire town knew she was knickerless. It was a slightly paranoid journey.
They were on their way home when Snape stopped her and pointed to a small shop. It was more of a closet upon closer inspection, but a store didn’t need much room to sell swimsuits. Hermione found a pair of trunks she wanted to see him wear, and Snape held up a mass of strings on a hanger that she couldn’t even identify as clothing.
“No way,” she said, shaking her head and smirking. “Here, get these.”
Snape looked at the trunks in her hand. What is this, 1975? “Bit small, don’t you think?”
“It’s not like they’re bikinis. They’re only a tiny bit shorter than your boxers.”
“And tighter.”
Hermione smiled as she singsonged, “They’re blaaaack.”
“I can see that. If you want the entire island to know exactly what you’re begging for every night, they’re an excellent choice.”
“What did you say earlier about finding something that shows me off more?”
“Are you insinuating that you wish to display my attributes to the public?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, holding them up in front of his trousers to see how they’d look. “No . . . just for me.”
He turned and picked up the bikini he really wanted her to get. (The first had just been to make all his other choice look tame by comparison.) “I’ll wear them if you wear this.”
Hermione inspected the cut. Her arse was going to be seriously hanging out. The top was a simple triangle string bikini but seemed as if it would cover a safe amount. There were beads on the sides of the bottoms that matched some beads strung between the cups of the top.
“It’s blaaaack,” he said in a dry mimic of her.
Hermione smiled. “I like the cream version better,” she said, pointing over his shoulder.
He looked. It was the exact same suit in an amaretto color. He handed it to her, and she held it up in front of her sundress.
“What do you think? If you like the black better, I’ll get it.”
She was right. The creamy color looked excellent on her. “No, I like it.”
Smiling, she took both their choices up to the counter and paid the amused shopkeeper.
They made their way outside and started home again. Hermione’s stomach was growling. By the time they got back to the house, she was ready to eat half the food they’d just purchased. “I’m starved. Sandwiches?”
“That’s fine. What do you want, the chicken or the beef ?”
“Let’s open the chicken first. Set it all down, I’ll make them.”
Snape unpacked all the groceries, handing her the bread and chicken as he came to them. She sliced a tomato and put on some lettuce too. He poured her a glass of juice, and she pushed his sandwich in front of him. They ate in silence, Hermione taking a break halfway through hers to start on a banana.
“Want some?” she asked him.
“No. But eat it slowly. I like to watch.”
Hermione laughed and shook her head. “My nutrition is not for your entertainment.”
“Just a happy coincidence?”
She shook her head again and viciously bit off the top of the banana. Severus’s eye twitched in a small wince, and he went back to his sandwich.
Hermione finished before him, despite her additional courses, and she started cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink and setting them out to dry. Severus came up behind her and slid his plate into the basin where she was rinsing. Hermione smiled as he lifted up the back of her dress, slowly exposing her bare bum.
“Mmm,” he growled. “This is nice. And barely a mark on it.”
Laughing as she rinsed off the knife, she arched her back for him. “There’re still marks. Look closer.”
He stifled a smirk and rubbed his hand up and down the curve of her cheek. “Feels nice too. I’ve got just the thing to go with it,” he purred, grinding his crotch into her.
Grinning, she started washing his plate. “Go put on your trunks. I want to see how they look.”
He grunted in disapproval. “You should wait an hour after eating before swimming.”
She snorted and rinsed the dish. “What’s the wait-time on dick sucking?”
“Three seconds. You’re safe.”
Hermione was laughing so hard she had to set down the dish so she wouldn’t drop it. “Well, if you show me how your new suit looks, I might be inspired to have dessert.”
“Don’t use your wily positive discipline on me, witch. It won’t work.”
Drying off her hands on the towel, she turned and faced him. “You’re right. I won’t try on mine either. We can wait till later.”
“Don’t be too hasty.”
“Yes?” she said, smiling.
“I’ll put on mine if you put on yours.”
“All right. But no peeking. I’ll change in the bathroom. You change in the bedroom.”
“You do know I just saw you in the altogether not two hours ago?”
“I know, but I don’t want either of us getting distracted.”
“Very well.”
Hermione took her bikini and ran off to the bathroom. Severus sighed and went to the bedroom. He got undressed and pulled on the small shorts. How did I let her talk me into this? If they were any shorter, my bollocks would be hanging out. He checked the mirror briefly then turned around and studied the scars on his back. They were hard to see in daylight. He was pale enough that they blended in. He forgot about the scars when he saw the red lines her nails had etched into him the night before. Always a bit injured by her, he hadn’t thought to check the damage that morning. Nice.
Hermione called through the door. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
She came in, looking like a creamed goddess. His dick shifted in greeting.
“Oh my God, Severus." Hermione moved in closer, staring at his package the whole time. “I definitely want to suck your cock.”
“Turn around,” he muttered.
Hermione blushed but did a slow turn for him.
“Perfect,” Snape whispered. “Let’s go outside.”
Hermione smiled in surprise. “On the beach?”
“No. On the deck.”
She came closer and ran her hand through the line of fur on his belly—down to the top of his shorts. “How do you get these off?”
He chuckled. “Get out on the deck and I’ll show you.”
They barely made it outside before Hermione started rubbing him through the shorts. He smirked and took her hand, leading her to the chaise lounge. After settling in and leaning back, he pulled her until she was straddling his lap. She wiggled around as if she had sand in her knickers.
Hermione kissed him then moved to his neck, moaning in his ear when his hand slipped down the back of her bottoms. There wasn’t much to get under, and she jumped when he tickled the sensitive dip at the base of her spine. Rubbing against him half naked out in the sunshine was so nice. She was warm and happy, feeling his cock slowly grow as she ground her pussy into him.
“Buttons,” he muttered into her neck.
“What?” she asked with a laugh.
“Undo the damn buttons,” he growled.
Hermione brushed her hand over his fly and felt what he meant. What is it with him and buttons? She unfastened them one by one and grinned as his cock sprang out of the parted material.
Backing off his lap, she knelt between his legs and pulled his shorts down to his hips. He grunted impatiently, shoving them even lower. Hermione stretched out and let her feet hang off the end of the chaise. He smelled strange, like new clothes and swimming. She kissed his balls but decided not to tease him and just took him in her mouth. His grunt was glorious. Sucking him slowly, she saved the teasing for his balls, pulling his scrotum and rolling the dark skin between her fingers.
Severus couldn’t stop staring. She looked marvelous stretched out like that, her lips sealed around his cock. He could watch her mouth devour him and see her sweet little arse twitching at the same time. Threading his fingers into her hair, he pressed her head closer. “More, love. Let me feel your throat.”
Hermione hummed in acquiescence and relaxed her neck. He could have just used a charm, but she knew he wanted her to learn to do it on her own. Maybe it was the angle, but she got more in than usual and hardly gagged at all.
“That’s good, pet,” he breathed. “Use your hands. Make me come.”
She followed that request literally, using one hand to twist up and down his cock while the other teased his balls. His shaft was wet from her saliva, but she wished it was wetter. Slicker. Her hands would have moved more smoothly.
He groaned and tipped his head back against the chair. “That’s it. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Hermione kept her tongue playing on the head, lapping and swirling as she trailed up and down in the wake of her hand. His knob seemed to bulge in her mouth, and then he was grunting and twitching his hips toward her, bidding her to swallow. She did, over and over, feeling each spurt coat her larynx. His mumbled praise slowed as his body went still, and she milked him clean with her lips.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Take off your top.”
Hermione sat back on her heels. Reaching back, she untied her top, watching his reaction. He looked at her as if he’d never seen her tits before. She pulled the top over her head, but left the ties behind her neck in place so she wouldn’t have to redo them later.
“That’s nice. Go out on the beach.”
She shook her head with a smile. “No.”
“I’ll give you a banana if you do it.”
Hermione laughed. “No. I’m not a performing monkey.”
“Just walk out to the shore and come back.”
“Severus, no!”
“All right, all right. Lean back.”
Hermione sat back, unfolding her legs and resting them overtop his, wondering what he had in mind. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her forward. She fell on her back as she slid across the seat.
Severus pulled her pelvis to him and pushed her legs toward her chest. “Hold those,” he muttered.
Hermione held on behind her knees, smiling as he stared at her arse.
Severus ran one finger along the edge of her narrow bottoms. They were so small but hid so much. His fingertips ghosted over her covered lips, eliciting an anxious hip roll from her. “Is your pussy wet for me?”
“Why don’t you find out."
“If you’re going to be cheeky, I’ll find out the hard way.”
“The hard way sounds fun.”
He snickered. Let’s see how long it takes you to start begging for the easy way. “As you wish.”
Hermione shivered as he traced over her hidden slit. He spent the next ten minutes drawing his fingers over her exposed bum and teasing her covered sex, never going under the material; he just kept making her moan and wiggle until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Severus! Stop being a tease,” she groaned, parting her legs to look at him.
“Touch your tits for me.”
She growled impatiently but put her hand on her breasts. Snape pushed her legs wide so he could watch her. Her circling hips got more antsy as she brushed over her nipples. Pretty soon she was whimpering and pinching the firm peaks.
“Please make me come,” she groaned.
“I guess that means you’re wet now.”
“Yes,” she huffed. “Very. Please do something.”
“I am doing something.”
She screamed behind her sealed lips. “Severus! You know what I mean. Please put your fingers in me.”
“Maybe later,” he said, sitting back and putting his hands behind his head as if he had all the time in the world.
“What!” she sputtered.
“We’ve got an entire week. There’s no hurry.”
“No hurry? That’s not what you were saying when your cock was down my throat.”
Snape gave her a small smile. “When I’m ready to go again, you can come.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It sounds very fair to me.”
“Rita Skeeter was right about you; you’re evil.”
Laughing, he patted her pussy. “No, love. I just want you to want it.”
“I do want it!” she shot back.
“You’re getting very snippy,” he commented. “Is there something you need?”
“Yes!” She sighed in annoyance. “What part of I need to come was I unclear about?”
He shook his head. “And what part of need was I unclear about?”
Hermione was about to reply when she caught his drift. Is dominance what I need right now? Or is he just saying that because it’s what he wants? Sitting up, she studied his face. “I’m not sure.”
“Tell me how you feel.”
Both her eyebrows rose in surprise. “How I feel? Um . . . I guess like I want to hit something or turn over and hump this chair.”
Snape smirked. “It sounds as though you’re anxious.”
“Well that’s what happens when someone teases you for twenty minutes.”
“Would you still feel anxious if you were over my knee, or tied to the bed, or wearing your collar?”
“Well . . . not in the same way, no. Did you bring my collar?”
“It’s in my bag.”
That sounds interesting. “I want to put it on.”
“So soon after last night?”
She had to think about that a little harder. Mentally, she’d been exhausted by it. “If I put it on, will you promise not to do what you did last night?”
“You didn’t enjoy your never-ending supply of orgasms?”
“Not that bit. The part that hurt.”
“Be more specific. How did it hurt?”
“Well, the clamps hurt physically and so did holding that position after a while.”
“So it was the physical pain that bothered you most?”
Hermione slowly shook her head. “No . . . it was . . . it was harder when you left me. It was the . . . looming failure that bothered me. I didn’t want to let you down, and I kept feeling as if I would snap.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I did. It made me cry.”
“But you didn’t do anything wrong. You did everything you could to complete the task I set for you. How did you feel when I left you alone?”
“Abandoned.”
“You knew I wouldn’t leave you there.”
“Yes, but I didn’t know how long you’d be gone, and it’s easier to take what you ask when you're there with me.”
“I see. Have you decided what you want now?”
“I want to wear my collar.”
“What if I ask you to do something impossible.”
“I . . . I guess I’d try to do it. You’re not going to ask me to do something like that, are you?”
“I don’t usually plan such things. I go by what you seem to need most and if it sounds good to me.”
“What all did you bring with you?” she asked hesitantly.
He gave a her a tiny half-smile. “A few key items.”
What the hell does that mean?
“Still want to wear that collar?”
She only paused a second. “Yes.”
“Go put it on and then stand in the middle of the bedroom, hands on your head, feet wide. Wait for me.”
Hermione smiled and said, “Yes, sir,” as she climbed off the lounge chair.
“Wait,” he said, catching her by the wrist. “Your collar is on the right side, on top of my shirts. Don’t go digging around. Get the collar and mind your own business.”
Hermione looked at him, flabbergasted. “I wouldn’t snoop through your things.” What are you hiding?
“Good. See that you don’t.”
Hermione padded through the cool house, the cold temperature turning her nipples to stone. She found her collar folded in among his shirts and only gave one tiny peek, no rummaging, to see what else he had in there. It was hard to see in magicked bags, so all she could really discern were his clothes and maybe a box. What is he so desperate to hide? Knowing better than to disobey a direct order right after he gave it, she tucked her curiosity away for later.
The metal snakes slithered around each other at her throat, and Hermione checked herself in the mirror. Her face was pink from being outside so much, but otherwise she looked fine. Going to the middle of the room, she got into the requested position and waited for him.
Severus buttoned his cock away and counted to five hundred while he considered what route to take with her that afternoon. If he pushed her too hard too fast after last night, she might not be so willing to wear her collar in the future. It was best to return to what got the best responses from her.
He rose and went into the house. After drinking a small glass of water, he got her a glass of juice and went back to the master bedroom. The Malfoys had outdone themselves furnishing the bedroom. The ornate cherry bed was big enough for six. Pale blue walls gave the room a light, airy feeling. Potted palms made him feel as if they were still outside (albeit without the insects and ocean breeze). Hermione stood in the center of the room, wearing just her bikini bottoms and her collar. Very nice. He slowly walked around her, inspecting her position and nodding. “Stick out your arse more.”
Hermione did so. A strange mixture of serenity and excitement flowed through her veins. She wanted him to tell her what to do and then pet her head and tell her how well she’d done. Oh my God. I’m like some demented dog girl. The people at Eros led around on leashes suddenly seemed less strange. It made her a little sick to think that she had that desire in her, but she was somewhat relieved that it was his praise she was after and not the need to drink out of a bowl or wee on the carpet.
Severus tipped up her face and searched her eyes. He needed to know exactly what it was she desired and how far to push her. The control was a given as was the humiliation. He saw the freshest worries floating around in her head: the images of the men and women at Eros being led around by their masters and misstresses. Smiling softly he told her, “Don’t worry, you’re not a dog, pet. You are clearly a cat. I’ve got the scratches to prove it.”
Hermione smiled but didn’t say anything; he hadn’t asked her a question. She wished he’d stop spying on her thoughts. I didn’t spy on whatever it is you have in your bag.
Severus ran one finger down her face. “You also have a decided affinity for cream . . . both my own and other pussy’s.”
Hermione blushed but bit her lips and stayed quiet.
“Tell me you’re my good little pussy.”
Hermione flushed red but repeated it back. “I’m your good little pussy.”
“You’re my good little pussy what?”
“I’m your good little pussy, sir.”
“That’s better. Any more mistakes and I get the cane.”
Hermione bit her lips harder and told herself to concentrate.
He came closer and cupped her sex, staring down into her eyes, watching her pupils expand. “Rub into my hand like a good pussy.”
Her vagina twitched at his rumbled order, and she immediately obeyed, grateful for the chance to rub away some of the pooled tension. Humping his hand, she kept her eyes on his, falling into their dark abyss.
Her breathing got ragged, and she ground into him faster. Severus squeezed her once and murmured, “Stop.” He smiled, pleased when she did so without hesitation. “That’s my good kitten.”
Hermione’s lips twitched, and she looked at the floor. He didn’t know about her adventure with the Polyjuice in her second year, and all his crazy cat talk reminded her of the time she’d had to spend in the infirmary being de-furred. It was best he didn’t find out just where she’d gotten some of the ingredients that year.
“You don’t want to be my kitten?” he asked, stroking one finger over her bikini-covered slit.
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Then why can’t you look at me?”
Bugger. Am I supposed to tell him the truth? He’ll know if I lie. “I . . . um . . . I was just thinking about the past, sir.”
“What in the past has you looking so embarrassed?”
“It was something that happened years ago, sir. I don’t want to bore you.”
“Look at me.”
Hermione looked into his narrowed black eyes.
“You never bore me. Tell me.”
Hermione sighed. “In second year I made Polyjuice Potion to try to find out who was behind the attacks.”
One black eyebrow lifted. “You made Polyjuice in your second year? By yourself?”
“Well . . . Harry and Ron were with me, but yes, I was the one who made it, sir.”
“And it worked?” He was bloody well impressed with not only the skill but the nerve to attempt such a thing. It sounded like something he would have done.
“Yes . . . Harry and Ron changed perfectly, but . . . it turned out that the hair I’d collected wasn’t human, sir. It was cat hair.”
Severus couldn’t keep a straight face. “You drank Polyjuice Potion with cat hair in it? How bad was it?”
“Well . . . um . . . I spent some time in the infirmary, and it took a while for all the fur to fall out.”
He snorted. “This story is definitely not boring. I would have paid to’ve seen that. Was it just the fur?”
“No, sir. I had ears and a tail as well. And my eyes went all yellow.”
He sputtered into his hand and then burst out laughing.
Glad you think it’s so funny.
“I’m sorry, love,” he said, rubbing his face. “Just picturing you with a tail. How on earth did you ever make such a complicated potion without getting caught?”
“We did in Myrtle’s bathroom, sir. Nobody goes in there.”
He laughed out a last dying note and shook his head. “Very clever. How did you find all the ingredients? You couldn’t even go into Hogsmeade back then.”
“Um . . .” Her eyes darted to one side.
He knew that guilty look. “Um what?”
“Please don’t get angry with me, sir.”
He understood in an instant, his lip sneering, all trace of amusement gone. “You stole them from me, you thieving little liar.”
“I’m sorry, sir. We didn’t have much choice.”
“Didn’t have much choice? You mean like not making a dangerous potion in the girls lav. You three have no respect for the rules or authority.”
“We did, sir! I felt very bad about it.”
“It’s because of sneaks like you that I have to keep the wards up all the time on the storage room. You’re going to spend a nice long weekend doing ingredient inventory with me before school starts.”
“I’m really really sorry, sir. It was over five years ago.”
“That doesn’t make you less guilty.” He was both furious and impressed. That’s she’d found a way past his wards astonished him and made him want to punish her all the more. “You’re really not happy unless your bottom is blistered, are you?”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry, sir. I was just a stupid kid.”
“Do you have anything else you need to confess? Perhaps you’re also the one who stole my Gillyweed during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.”
“No, sir! Nothing else, I swear. Please don’t be angry.”
He sighed. “Accept your punishment for it.”
Her eyes squeezed tighter. “Yes, sir.”
“This was supposed to be a nice getaway for us and now . . . I can’t believe you stole from me. From any teacher, for that matter.”
Hermione cringed.
“I am so disappointed in you.”
That did it. She burst out crying, her face crumpling.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I didn’t say I hate you.” She didn’t let go of her position, but she bawled as if he’d punched her in the face. Snape felt guilty, but he couldn’t let the infraction slide.
“Please, sir." She gasped and sniffled. “Don’t be cross. I’ll do anything.”
“I believe I’ve had this conversation with you before.”
She sniffed hard and nodded.
“This is going to hurt. Bend over. Hands on your knees.”
Hermione rushed to do as he said, not wanting to make him any angrier. This is all my fault. I stole those ingredients for nothing. We wasted our time, and I turned into a bloody human cat. Please don’t stay angry about this. Please don’t hurt me too much. She started bawling again, her tears falling straight to the oriental rug under her feet.
Severus brought the large paddle over and stood behind her. “Keep your position until I tell you you may move. No talking or shouting. I want you to think about what you did.”
She nodded, not knowing when the no-talking rule went into effect.
He yanked her bottoms as low as he could with her legs spread; they rested just below her bum. He intended to give her six hard ones that she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
The wood patted her rump, and Hermione locked her jaw tight so she wouldn’t say anything. The paddle pulled away and then slammed into her so hard her teeth clacked. The pop of the wood was as loud as a gunshot. It took a second for the pain to settle in, and she dropped her head and cried even harder.
He rubbed the paddle against her bum, keeping the nerve endings from going numb. With a loud crack, he hit her full force. The two spots where her sit bones poked under her skin where already going red.
Her fingers dug into her legs to keep from putting her hands back to protect herself. The paddle was a nightmare. It covered so much more area than the cane. She would be bruised for sure.
POP!
Hermione almost lost it. She wanted to crumble to the ground and hold her bum. It felt as if he were hitting bone. Her breath caught, and it took about five seconds before she could get her lungs to inhale again. OWWWWWWwwwwwww!
He waited until she finished gasping then laid on the next one. The spots on her bum were dark red but still white in the center. She started to hyperventilate, and he walked around to her head.
“Breathe slower.” Bending down, he ran his wand over her sinuses and cleared her nasal passages. “Through your nose.”
When he heard her breathing switch, he nodded and then waited for it to return to a normal rate. “Keep breathing through your nose. Two more.”
Hermione whimpered softly but did as he said.
He patted the curved swell of her buttocks with the paddle and gave her the next lick.
POP!
Hermione jumped a little but didn’t cry out. She inhaled hard through her nose, desperately trying to get enough air. Her bum was shattered, and she didn’t know how she would be able to walk later.
POP!
She could barely see let alone breathe. Her eyes were so flooded with tears everything looked as if it were underwater. The room didn’t seem completely stable. Hermione got worried she was going to be sick or pass out.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir—I’m sorry, sir,” she let out in one long, garbled breath.
He threw the paddle in the chair. “You’re forgiven.”
That eased her mind somewhat, but her stomach was still churning. She wasn’t supposed to talk out of turn while wearing her collar, but she was too scared to keep quiet. “I think I’m gonna be sick, sir.”
He came around and pushed her hair out of her face. Her brow felt feverish. “It’s all right, love. Can you stand?”
Hermione inched up until she was vertical. Her bum felt completely broken. Wincing, she wiped her face and snuffled her nose on the back of her hand. Snape turned her face up to look at him.
“Can you walk?”
“I guess, sir.”
He helped her bring her legs together then pushed her bikini bottoms down to her feet. Gingerly, she stepped out of them, and he wrapped one arm around her and helped her into the bathroom. Snape turned on the tap in the tub and then stood before her, brushing her hair out of her face.
“You’re just upset. You’re not going to be sick. You got hot outside and then came in and got very tense. You’re just stressed out and overheated. The bath will cool you down.”
“It’s cold, sir?”
“It’s tepid,” he answered, reaching for her throat.
Hermione gave him a confused look and then felt the snakes crawling around, parting. “Please, sir. I can do it. You can leave it on.”
He shook his head and set her collar on the counter. “We can put it on again later. Hell, we’ve got all week. You don’t need to wear it when you’re recovering.”
Hermione’s face crumpled again. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop crying? Her eyes started leaking fresh tears, and Severus pulled her into his bare chest, stroking her head.
“Shhhh,” he murmured. “It’s all right. No more punishment. You took it all very well. I’m not cross. I promise.”
“I’m sorry, Severus,” she mumbled, hiccuping into his nipple.
He stroked her spine and kissed the top of her head. “I know, love. I think you’ve sufficiently proven that. You’re my good girl again. You don’t have to do anything more. That’s it . . . just relax. Breathe through your nose.”
Hermione melted into him. She didn’t know how long they stood there, but he had to turn off the water so the tub wouldn’t get too full. When her breathing was calm, he tipped back her head.
“That’s my girl. Can you get in for me?”
Hermione nodded and climbed over the tiled edge of the huge tub. It was more oval than most and big enough for at least three people. Every move made her bum ache, but she managed to kneel down in the water.
“I can’t sit,” she mumbled.
He smiled. “That’s okay. Here, rest your face on my lap.” Snape sat along the tiled ledge and turned sideways, leaning against the wall. He didn’t want to get in the tub; he’d be freezing in a few minutes.
Leaning forward, she laid her head on his thigh and sighed. The water felt nice, settling around her waist. The sick feeling started to fade. Snape stroked her head, and she wished that she hadn’t gotten in trouble. “I know I’ve said it a hundred times, but I’m really sorry.”
He nodded. “I know. And I still forgive you.”
“I’m messing up our holiday.”
Severus chuckled. “No, you’re not.”
“I made you angry.”
“That’s not difficult. I’m usually angry.”
“Not lately.”
He had to hand it to her, he had been far less angry since they'd started sharing a bed. “Aren’t you getting weary of my unpredictable mood swings?”
Hermione’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “No. It upsets me when you’re unhappy, but I don’t want to leave. I did deserve it. It was a horrible thing to do.”
“It was a long time ago,” he sighed. Seems like a lifetime.
“I don’t know if doing something evil to fight evil is all right with me. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s not.”
“Stealing a few ingredients isn’t on the same level as murder. And it doesn’t seem to have led to a life of crime in your case.”
“I’m no better than them if I sink to their level.”
“You’re not seriously comparing stealing from my stores to loosing a Basilisk on a bunch innocent schoolchildren, are you?”
“No, I guess not. I just always felt bad about it.”
“Well, you’ve paid your dues now. Let it go.”
“If I had come to you and told you what I did, what would you have done to me?”
“In your second year? Turned you in to Albus.”
“You would have turned me in to the Headmaster for that?”
“You and your friends were an annoying thorn in my side. I would have done anything to not see your hand in the air every five seconds.”
“What if I’d been expelled?”
“Serves you right.”
“Severus!”
He smirked. “Albus never would have expelled you.”
“What if I had come to you in sixth year and confessed, would you still have turned me in?”
“Possibly. I was under a lot of pressure at the time. Why do you ask?”
“It could have saved me a lot of time if you’d spanked me then. Plus, my bum wouldn’t be broken now.”
Snape laughed. “I wouldn’t have spanked you. Even if you’d asked me to.”
“I was of age. It would have been legal.”
“I didn’t have the time or inclination to think of such things then. I was more concerned with keeping Potter alive. Not to mention myself.”
“What about after the war?”
“I was in St. Mungo’s for months.”
“I know. I saw you.”
He looked down at her. “You saw me? When?”
“I went a few times. You were unconscious the first time, but the other times you were in bed, reading or staring at the ceiling.”
He didn’t need her to say why she didn’t announce her presence. He wasn’t a good patient and likely would have torn her to shreds with a verbal attack. “Why?”
“I wanted to see how you were. I checked on everyone else too. Although, I actually talked to them.”
“You were wise to avoid me. I’m not pleasant when restricted to bedrest.”
“I could tell. You looked much less murderous when you came back to school.”
“That should tell you how miserable I was.”
Hermione smiled. “Why did you spank me that night you caught me?”
He considered that for a few seconds. “It was an impulse. I had every intention of taking house points and then turning you in to McGonagall. I was hoping you’d wind up in detention with me so I’d have someone intelligent enough to clean the storeroom without blowing up the dungeon.”
“But what made you spank me? I said I’d do anything. You could have made me clean your storeroom . . . or you could have made me shag you. Why the spanking?”
“First off, I do not make witches sleep with me. I’m not a rapist, and even in a bargaining situation, I would never want to sleep with someone who didn’t really want to be with me. That’s degrading.” He sighed. “I guess as soon as you said you’d take any punishment I chose, it was the first thing that popped into my head. I wanted to humiliate you—take you down a peg.”
“You didn’t want to see my bum?”
He smirked. “No, not particularly. Don’t get me wrong, I liked what I saw, but there was no sexual impetus for my actions. I just wanted to embarrass you and teach you a lesson.”
“What made you take it further?”
“Your response.”
“Which one?”
Severus chuckled. “All of them. The way you arched up for more, the smell of your pussy. I didn’t think you’d answer my sexual questions; I was just going to spank you harder when you refused. Instead, you admitted your were dying for a shag. Then you started pleading for me to do more, and bloody hell, I’d spent too much of my life denying myself; I was grateful for the distraction. I can’t say I was thinking too clearly by that point.”
Hermione laughed. “Thank Merlin for that. I went back to my room and came about five more times.”
“I did have some hope that you’d be too embarrassed to say anything in class for the rest of the year, but that lasted all of ten minutes.”
“I was embarrassed, I just couldn’t let my schoolwork suffer because of it.”
“I see." He smirked. “Is that why you were staring at my trousers the whole time? Intellectual curiosity?”
She snorted. “Nope. I was picturing you naked and thinking about being over your knee.”
“Worthwhile reflections,” he muttered. “How long until you decided to ask me for more?”
“Three days.”
“Three days?”
“I knew right away I wanted you to spank me again, but then I started thinking about how you’d know more about sex; and that started to sound better and better. My attempts to find alternative sources of spanking didn’t go very well, and that was the most important thing to me at the time.”
“You mean you didn’t want to sleep with someone unless they could spank you well?”
“Right. When Blaise didn’t go for my suggestion, I knew he was out. Draco was the only other person I could think of who might be able to do what you did to me. But I knew halfway through that I was going to have to find some way to ask you.”
“If Draco had spanked you the way I did, would you have slept with him?”
“Hmm . . . I don’t know. Maybe. I think I would have waited to see if he could make me come like you did. You didn’t just spank me, you touched me, and you were good at it. I wanted that.”
“What would you have done if I turned you down?”
Hermione blinked at his buttoned fly. “That’s a bloody sad question. I guess it would have depended on why you turned me down. If it was because I was a student, I would have waited until school let out and asked again. If it was because you didn’t want me, I probably would have tried to convince you otherwise for a while.”
“How?”
“I was seriously considering getting detention with you and not wearing any knickers.”
Severus snorted. “Would have wanted me more if I played hard to get?”
“I could not have possibly wanted you more. I was dreaming about you almost every night.”
He smiled. “I dreamt of you too.”
Hermione picked up her head to look at him. “What did you dream?”
“A variety of things. But you were extremely naked and responsive in all of them.”
“Really? Would you have come to me if I hadn’t come to you?”
“No.”
“Not even when school was out?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s always safer to avoid unnecessary interaction.”
“Nothing bad happened between us.”
“Yet.”
“I thought we discussed this fear of the future before.”
“We did, and I’m trying to adhere to the principle. But you asked me what I would have done.”
She stared at him for a minute, thinking. “I’m glad I said something then. We might both be miserable and alone right now otherwise.”
He nodded with a faint smile. “I’m glad too, love.”
Hermione smiled. “I’m getting cold.”
“Good. That means you’ve calmed down. I’ll get you a towel.”
He helped her out of the tub and dried her off (barely touching her bum) and then took her into the bedroom. “I want you to rest.”
“I can’t sleep now.”
“You don’t have to sleep. Just lie down. Do you want a book?”
She nodded. “There’re two in my bag. Either one is fine.”
They lay together in the bed, Hermione on her stomach at the foot of the bed and Snape propped up on the pillows. His eyes kept wandering down to watch her read. Her bum looked awful and beautiful. Two purple bruises were forming over her sit bones. He wanted to kiss her better.
Her chin was resting in her hand, and he couldn’t quite see her face. After a couple hours, he heard her snoring softly. Can’t sleep, eh? She was bound to be worn out after all they’d done that day. Snape didn’t know how she could sleep like that; she was going to have a stiff neck when she woke up. He marked his place and crawled down to her. Holding her head with one hand, he eased her bent arm straight and tried to set her head on it.
Hermione jerked awake to find Severus stretched out beside her. “What’s happening?” she muttered.
“You were snoring, and I didn’t want you to hurt your neck.”
“I was asleep?”
He moved closer to her and stroked her back. “Or you’re part wolf.”
“What time is it?”
“Evening.”
“Is my bum as big as it feels?”
He chuckled, trailing his fingertips over the hill of her backside. “It’s not big, but it is multicolored.”
She looked down at his bathing suit and smiled. “Is it time for swimming?”
“I don’t know about that. We can go swimming tonight if you’re up for it.”
“Will you put some cream on me?”
“Yes. Stay right there.”
He went to his bag and found the jars he’d packed. Putting a cooling charm on the cream, he sat down next to her and dotted it on her bum. She hissed when he touched the darkest spots, but she arched her back and wiggled into his hand for more. He rubbed her for a while, adding more cream when his fingers started to drag. He could do that until dinner. She’d have the softest arse on the whole island.
“Severus,” she sighed, feeling drugged by his hands.
“Hm?”
“What do you want to have for dinner?”
“Pussy.”
Hermione smiled. “I was thinking scallops, but I like your idea better.”
“I want you spread out on the dining room table.”
“I hope you mean facedown.”
He smiled, spreading her cheeks apart and eyeing her crinkled brown hole. “All right, stand up.”
Hermione groaned and slowly got out of bed. It was an uncomfortable transition.
“It’s time for appetizers." He smirked and scooped her up under her knees, his other arm behind her back.
Hermione winced and smiled at the same time. “Severus,” she said, laughing. “Be careful. That hurts.”
He carried her through the house and laid her on her back on the long dining room table. “I don’t want to be careful. I want to fuck you.”
“I thought we were having appetizers.”
“I am. Spread your legs,” he said, pressing her knees apart.
She showed him her pussy. He hooked one foot around the chair leg and pulled it in behind him. Shifting her to the edge of the table, he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and nodded. “Mmmm. I’ll make you come one time before dinner.”
“Do I get to suck your cock next?”
“No. That’s dessert.”
Hermione tipped back her head and laughed. “All right. Can I put on my collar again tonight?”
“Yes. After dessert.”
His tongue gave her one long, gentle lick to start, and Hermione breathed out a rough sigh. She’d never not been wet prior to his licking before. It was strange—but fleeting. In a short amount of time, she was as wet as ever, shining as brightly as the polished table top. Snape teased her inner labia and entrance, only going to her clit on random interludes. Hermione started to whisper his name, interspersing the echo with happy obscenities. Both her hands went to his head, carding through his hair. Unlike her own hair, her fingers actually combed through his without getting stuck.
He swiped his tongue up the center of her core, lapping through her folds. Burrowing into her pink center, he tasted her lust. Her constant barrage of praise was becoming amusing. She seemed unable to maintain her train of thought, lighting from the middle of one muttered obscenity only to stray to a desperate plea. When she started to curl her hips into his face, he slipped a finger inside her and prioritized her clit. Her discombobulated pleading deconstructed into whimpering and moans.
Hermione did her best to stay relaxed, but her back and abdomen kept contracting as if she were being zapped by an electrical current. His fingers curled inside her, and she shouted into her closed mouth as he sealed his lips near his fingers and lightly sucked. The pressure ballooned inside her, driving her to the edge of ache. When she was full to bursting, he slid up and wiggled his tongue back and forth over her engorged clitoris. The dam overflowed, and she came, digging her fingers into his hair and spurting her appreciation all over the dining room table.
After she calmed down, he licked her clean and kissed her pussy. “I’m going to start dinner. Give me fifteen minutes.”
Hermione nodded blankly at the chandelier above her. She heard his chair scoot back and turned her head to watch him walk to the kitchen. His loping stalk reminded her of a panther. Maybe I just think that because he’s always wearing black. The sound of pots and pans filtered out to her, and she rolled to one side so she could get up without hitting her arse. The refrigerator opened and closed, and she smelled cooking.
Severus came in to find her bent over the table, her backside offered up like a buffet. “Maybe later, pet. Do you want squash or carrots?”
“Carrots,” she muttered to the cool table top. I’m bloody hungry. I hope he has real dessert and not just dick on the menu.
Hermione finally managed to stand and make her way into the kitchen. He was frying the scallops in a large pan, steam billowing up in his face. A pot of pasta was rolling next to that, and she saw the chopped carrots they had bought that morning waiting on the counter, already hot, heated by magic. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing his back.
Severus smiled and patted her hands. “You can sit down. I’ll bring it to you.”
“I can’t sit. Want some help?”
“It’s about done. I guess you can strain the pasta. There’s a colander by the sink.”
She carried the steaming pot over to the sink and tipped the spaghetti out.
Severus’s heart shot into his throat when he heard her scream and the metal clank of the pot hitting the sink.
Hermione’s hand was on fire. The water had sloshed out unexpectedly and the hand holding the colander was scalded. Pulling it in protectively, she tried not to touch it. It looked as if she were wearing a pink glove. In a split second, he was holding her arm, his wand out, murmuring a freezing charm over her hand and fingers. Hermione bit the inside of her lips and cried as quietly as she could. It felt as if her hand had been dipped in lava. Severus worked quickly, and she soon felt a strange iciness thread through her veins. After a minute, her hand no longer hurt; it was numb with cold.
“I stopped the burning, but I have to go find something to heal the damage,” he explained in quiet voice. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Hermione nodded, wiping her face with her good hand.
Severus stalked to the bedroom and got out every potion and jar he’d brought along. Healing salves . . . cream . . . some tranquilizing draughts and sleeping potions. Not much to work with for burns. He went to the master bath and started going through the drawers. There wasn’t much in them, but in the bottom right, he found a jar of Solar Ray’s Sunburn Balm. Perfect. He took it back to the bedroom and got the blue slave he usually used and a phial of Tranquility Draught. Hurrying back to her, he found her staring at her hand with a worried look on her face.
“It’s all right. Drink this and hold out your hand.”
Hermione took the potion from him and downed it, recognizing the taste immediately. He was rubbing together the blue salve he used on her all the time and something she couldn’t identify. She turned her head sideways to read the jar on the counter. When he rubbed the mixture into her hand, she could barely feel it. Her hand felt like a mitten of ice. The more he rubbed, the more she could feel the warmth of his skin. Her head went a little spacey as the potion started to work.
“Are you starting to get feeling back in your hand?”
She nodded.
He kept rubbing. The freeze would fade as she healed. When her hand felt normal again, he’d know she was better.
Hermione’s clenched breathing slowed to its usual rate, and she wrapped her other arm around her naked stomach, trying to stay warm and keep her trembling under control.
Five minutes later, her hand felt warm in his. He stopped rubbing and turned it over and carefully inspected every inch, looking for blistering. Nothing. Her hand appeared completely fine. “Does anything hurt?”
“No. It feels a little funny, but I think that’s just from the rubbing.”
“But it’s not cold anymore?”
“No.”
“You’ll be fine.” He put the lids back on the jars and then leaned on the counter, digging his fingers into the unyielding granite. His heart was no longer hammering, but his head was throbbing from the rush.
“Thank you, Severus,” Hermione whispered and kissed his arm. “Are you all right?”
He nodded but didn’t open his eyes.
Hermione put her hand on his back and felt his muscles trembling with tension. “Oh, Severus . . . I scared you, didn’t I?”
“No more cooking for you,” he whispered.
She smiled, feeling embarrassed and guilty for causing a scene and making him worry. “I’m sorry, Severus.”
“I think that’s your new catchphrase.”
She bit her lip so she wouldn’t say anything else and drive him insane.
“I’ll be right back,” he muttered and left the kitchen.
Hermione watched him go, an anxious expression pinching her face.
Severus went back to the bedroom and took one of the other Tranquility Draughts. Sitting on the bed, he waited for it to take effect. The room started to sway, so he lay back, resting one arm across his face. The sensation slowly faded as the minutes passed, and he heard her out in the hall, hiding just out of sight.
Lifting his head, he called for her, “Come in, love. Stop spying on me.”
Hermione tiptoed in, trying to stay quiet.
“Come here.”
Hermione crept up to him, and he sat up and took her hand.
“Don’t look like that. I’m not upset with you.”
She bent down and hugged him. “It was an accident.”
“Well, I didn’t think you did it on purpose,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Thank you for fixing me. I’d probably be sitting with my hand in a bucket of ice if it weren’t for you.”
“Love, your skin would have been blistered. You would have had to get serious medical help.”
“I’ve never burnt myself that badly before.”
“There’s a first time for everything. I guess I should be glad it happened while someone who could stop it was present.”
“I know I’m glad.”
His hand ran over her bum. “Get over my knee.”
“You’re going to spank me for burning myself?” she asked, stunned.
“Of course not. I’m going to heal your arse.”
“Why?”
“Because your body shouldn’t be dealing with the trauma right now. Also, I want this to be a nice holiday. It can’t be nice with you limping around and cringing away from me.”
“But . . .”
He held up his hand. “You took your punishment. I decide how much is enough, and this is my choice. What did I tell you about being in charge of your pleasure and pain? If I want to cane you raw and then heal you five minutes later, that is my prerogative. If I want to make you come a hundred times a day or not at all, that is also up to me. That is the arrangement that you agreed to. You may decline that agreement at anytime if you so chose. Now, are you going to get over my knee?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He got the salve and opened it as she lay over his lap.
She cringed as he rubbed the blue paste into her skin. It hurt, but she was more sad that it wasn’t allowed to heal on it’s own. He was taking away her medal of courage, her apology.
When her skin started to heal before his eyes, he stopped massaging. Patting her thigh, he told her he was done. “How do you feel, love? Is the room spinning?”
“No, sir.”
He sighed. It was clear from her demeanor that she was upset. She only switched to calling him sir when she needed him to be in charge. “All right. Come up here.”
Hermione pushed off of his lap and sat in it instead.
He smoothed her hair off her face, wrapping one arm around her waist. His eyes searched hers, and he held her chin to keep her from looking away. “Never scare me the way you did tonight ever again.”
Hermione nodded. “I won’t.”
“I know you like to keep your marks as proof of your bravery and remorse, but I know you like making me happy even more. Isn’t that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
“This is what I want right now. If you like, I can leave some new marks on you when we get home. But for the rest of this trip, I want to fuck you without worrying about how sore your arse is. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Who’s my good girl?”
She smiled. “Me.”
“And who’s going to do just as I ask tonight?”
“Me.”
“We’re going to go eat and then take a bath. No sex tonight. I want you to rest.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, tell me you love me.”
Hermione smiled wide and kissed his nose. “I love you, Severus.”
He smiled back and nodded. I love you too. “You know I wouldn’t wear these shorts for anyone else, right?”
Hermione grinned, understanding what he really meant. “I know."
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