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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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34 - Missing You
Draco dug through the wine collection and pulled out a chardonnay. “How long are you going to leave her in there like that?” he asked as he opened the bottle.
Snape pulled on his shorts and shrugged. “Maybe five minutes.”
“You really think she’s going to make it?”
“No.”
Draco smirked and got out two glasses. "Don’t you think she’s going to be upset?”
“Yes.”
Snape was a man of few words, and Draco just shook his head, snickering. “I thought you were going to have to reinsert her eyeballs after she saw that gag.”
That got a smirk from Snape. “She loved it.”

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Hermione stared up at the ceiling, panting through her nose. Gravity was not her friend at the moment. Glass was heavy, and the last time she’d had the benefit of being horizontal to help keep it in. This time it had popped out like a turkey thermometer almost as soon as they’d left. If it hadn’t had that flared head, she would have lost it already. I can’t do this much longer. Please come back. She could hear them talking in the kitchen. Their words were indecipherable, but at least she knew where they were.
“Mhee mm aa!” she shouted around her gag. I don’t even know if they can hear me. Shadows moved in the hall, and she sighed in relief. Thank Merlin. I can’t hold this.
Draco strolled in wearing his boxers and snorted into his wine glass when he saw her state. “She’s hanging on by a thread,” he called out to Snape.
Really? Snape thought, pouring her some juice. She’d be dehydrated soon if he didn’t get some more liquids in her. “Be there in a minute.”
Hermione strained her whole body to hang onto the glass inside her, but her pussy was starting to spasm in exhaustion. “Whuuuw!”
Draco set down his glass so he wouldn’t drop it. Her panicked face was cracking him up. “Just let it go, Granger. You know you want him to punish you.”
“Uoh.”
He knew that was a no without any translator. They both heard the soft sound of Snape’s footsteps in the hall, and she dropped her head back in thanks when he walked through the door.
Severus was surprised and impressed. He’d expected her to drop it after a minute or two. If he’d used something simply cylindrical, it would’ve been on the carpet. The bulb of the head had saved her.
“That’s my good girl,” he muttered. “All right. You can push it out,” he said, putting out his hand to catch it.
Hermione felt it drop out of her as soon as she relaxed. Her pussy was exhausted. His black eyes smilied at her when she finally managed to meet his gaze.
“That gag turns red when you’ve worked your oral talents on it. It’s only yellow now.”
She had to take his word for it. It was impossible to see.
“Once you’ve made it turn red, I’ll take it out and let you come.”
Hermione started sucking.
Draco sat down in the chair by the window, enjoying the entertainment. “I don’t think she wants you to take it out.”
Snape grinned. “Draco’s right. If you want me to leave it in, I can. You’ve earned it.”
“Ah whaha huh uh ah."
“Can’t understand you; but keep working,” he told her. “I’ll take off your clamps.”
Hermione winced as he released them both at once. Her nipples flamed with heat, and she jerked hard as they ached back to life. “Haag oo huh.”
“You’re welcome.”
Dammit. He does know what I’m saying. Sneaky bastard. “Huh huhuh?” she asked tipping up her jaw.
“It’s just turning orange,” he answered. “Shall I touch your clit while you work?”
She nodded vigorously.
Snape smirked and, as slowly and lightly as possible, started to tease her clit. As predicted, she arched and strained toward him, trying to get more. “Stay still."
Hermione whined and slumped back. His finger slid into her pussy, wiggling around as if searching for something.
“Your pussy is so wet, love.” He went back to tickling her clit. “You want to show Draco how much you like this, don’t you?”
She gave him a desperate look then nodded.
“I brought the flogger. You seemed to enjoy it last time we used it.”
It had been a while. Hermione made her decision in a split second and nodded her head again.
He smiled. “That’s my girl."
Hermione watched him walk to his bag and dig around in its depths. She wished he hadn’t put on his shorts. Watching his cock was part of the fun. He came back with the same black flogger he’d used on her before, stroking its stringy tail.
“Keep licking, love. It’s getting darker. You’re doing well.”
“Hay ah ha aa.”
He smiled. “What was that? You don’t want to come yet?”
She shook her head vigorously in denial. “Oh! Whe!”
“No, you don’t want to come, or no you do want to come?”
“AH!”
“No idea what you’re saying, love. We’ll just have to wait until you turn that gag red to find out.”
He walked around her, and Hermione felt the strands lick her hip. It scared her a little, but when it didn’t really hurt, she relaxed. He kept it coming, laying a light sting over her backside and thighs. Her skin felt wonderfully warm; she dropped her head against one raised arm.
Draco smirked at her. He couldn’t see how her skin looked from where he sat, but judging by her face, she was in heaven. The gag in her mouth had gone a reddish-orange. Wonder what she was trying to say before.
Severus walked around to her front and flicked the tail over her belly. She flinched away, so he tried her breast. Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him as if she were lost. Focusing on her nipples, he twirled the tips of the flogger over her gathering peaks. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was beautiful. His bound goddess.
“Are you ready to come?” he purred.
“Heh ha heh?”
“Yes, it’s red. I’ll take it out after you come.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide as he held up his hand and she started to tip backward. When she was horizontal, he stopped her and stood between her spread legs.
“Let’s see how much you fancied the flogger today.” He slipped one finger between her pussy lips and tested her wetness. “Mmm,” Severus hummed with a grin. “This is your new favorite toy, isn’t it? Would you like to let it lick your pussy?”
Hermione squirmed and writhed around in the air. All she could manage was a muffled whimper as he ticked her clit with one finger.
When her hips started to buck, he took a step back and twirled the flogger’s tail over her pussy. She immediately arched her back and moaned. He kept it light. When it seemed she was getting used to it, he increased the speed. Her thighs started to shake, and the gag was put to the test.
Hermione was too overwhelmed to think. The hits were light and barely even stung. It was like being licked by angry shoelaces. There was just enough sensation to bring her to the brink. As soon as he sped up, she knew she was gone. It was just like when he spanked her pussy (a move that had gotten her off more than a few times). “Uhhhhh!”
Severus smiled as she came, her hips twitching in the air. It looked as if she were fucking The Invisible Man. Draco grunted from the chair behind him, and Snape chuckled silently to himself. “Hear that, love? Draco’s enjoying the show too.”
Hermione came down, completely spent and dazed. Euphoria was always a nice side effect of intense sessions with Snape. “Hay heh ow.”
Severus held up his hand, and she slowly rose back to vertical. “Are you sure you want me to take it out?”
She gave him a sleepy nod. Severus unfastened the strap and gently pulled the gag from between her lips. Half her spit came out with it before she could swallow properly. Her jaw was tired; she dropped her mouth open and rolled it around. “Thank you, sir.”
“Now what was it you were trying to say earlier?”
Hermione looked down at his crotch. “I said take off your shorts.”
A slow grin spread over Snape’s face. “Why should I? You’re not free to do anything to me.”
“Please. I want to see you.”
“Is that all you wanted?”
“No, sir. Please fuck me.”
He reached down and drew a small circle over her clit. “Right now? I was rather looking forward to watching you come all over the carpet.”
Oh God! “Yes, sir. Anything you want. Will you fuck me after that?”
“Perhaps.”
“Hard. From behind. Like you’re angry with me.”
Severus laughed. “Perhaps. If you give us a decent show.”
Hermione sighed roughly as he made her rise higher in the air. Her pussy was at his eye level when he stopped her ascent. Gazing down from so high while he fingered her was the most bizarre feeling. Draco was slumped in the chair, looking forlorn without his wand to clean the spunk off his hand.
“Lick it,” she told Draco.
Snape peered up at her. “You’re very bossy for someone so immobile.”
She laughed. “I wasn’t talking to you. But you can lick it too if you like.”
Snape looked over his shoulder, giving Draco a curious glance. He got his wand off the bed and flicked it in Malfoy’s direction. The semen disappeared from the boy’s hand and stomach. He summoned Draco’s wand and tossed it to him. “Keep your wand with you if you’re not going to be more adventurous.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m not hungry right now.”
Hermione laughed but quickly slipped into a moan when Severus pushed his fingers back inside her. He started out slow, teasing her front wall as if he didn’t know exactly where he was going. She was muttering incoherently in less than five minutes. Right there. Oh God. Don’t stop. Make me come. BuggerBuggerBugger. Yes!
Severus let his thumb just barely graze her clit, and she jerked hard in his hand, coming unraveled like a cheap sweater. Her body went stiff, and her muscles expelled his fingers. Brushing them over her clit, he watched as the liquid trickled out of her like diamonds. Her legs were wide enough that her thighs were bypassed, and all her juice hit the carpet with a wet patter.
“Bloody hell,” Draco muttered. He was already getting hard again.
As she slumped in relief, Severus put his hand to his lips. It was the sweetest emulsion. Leaning forward, his tongue sliced through her wet valley, getting a better taste. Her hips twitched hard, and she whimpered above him. He licked her clean then pulled her back down to the ground. “Finite.”
Hermione’s arms and legs gave way, and she found herself being supported by Snape. He carried her to the bed and bent her over the edge.
“I’ll let you rest. Do I need to heal you?”
Hermione rubbed her shoulders. Nothing was asleep; her arms and hips felt exhausted though. “Tired,” she panted.
He went to his bag and got out the green healing gel then rolled her over so he could work. Rubbing some on her shoulders, he watched her stare up at him like a comatose cat. “Hips?”
She nodded, and he rubbed more gel at the juncture of her hips and legs. She moaned happily, rolling around as he massaged her joints. “Nice.”
He smirked and put the jar away. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to get me hard first.”
Hermione smiled. “Yes, sir.”
When he got back to her, she practically tore open his shorts. Shape grabbed her wrist and gave her a warning look. “Slowly.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “Yes, sir. Please tell me what you want.”
“Get down on your knees,” he growled. “I want to see you kissing my cock like you’re in love with it.”
She smiled and said, “I am,” as she slid down to the floor.
Hermione kissed the center of his limp shaft. Her lips touched every inch of it, watching as it slowly grew for her.
“Good girl. Use your tongue.”
Things progressed much more quickly after that. It was easy to thoroughly snog his dick—she did love it. Easing his shorts down to his feet, she grabbed hold of his bum for leverage.
“That’s it,” he whispered, slipping his hand into her hair and holding her close. “Now put it in your mouth. You know what I like.”
She did. Her tongue swirled around the tip and tapped at his frenulum just before she took him into her mouth. He tasted a lot better than that gag. “Mmm,” she hummed.
Severus hissed and pulled her face closer. “All right. That’s good. Bend over the bed.”
Hermione couldn’t get in place fast enough. He seemed equally eager, immediately pressing his tip to her pussy.
“You still want it hard and fast?”
She arched her back and mewled into the bed. “Go in slow. Make me want it.”
Severus smirked and pushed his head past the first barrel of muscle. That shouldn’t be difficult. He fucked her with the tip, only gradually easing in each new inch. Her fitful moans and gyrations were all he could see. I know you want it. Say it.
Her hand slammed down on the bed. “Unnnnnh!”
Close enough. Severus sank in all at once. She grunted impatiently then wiggled her hips when he remained immobile.
“Okay! I want it. Stop teasing.”
“Is that how you beg now?”
“Please! Please, sir. Fuck me hard. I need it. Please!”
“That’s more like it.”
Snape didn’t jump right into it. He slowly gained steam over the next minute until she was keening into the comforter. Even though he’d licked her clean, her pussy still sounded sloppy wet and happy to have him.
Hermione groaned as his cock plowed over her favorite spots. It felt as if he were going poke through her stomach. “Sev-er-us.”
He grunted in reply. It would be easy to outlast her; he’d just come an hour ago. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place.
Draco looked on, half amused by their ferocity. He could hear the deep wet sound of her pussy from where he sat. Snape was trying to fuck the daylights out of her. The aggression would have concerned him if she hadn’t been moaning so loudly and shouting Snape’s name.
Hermione had no idea how long they had been going at it, but if felt as if her pussy had been beaten to death. The ache in her lower belly grew to an uncomfortable grumble. She needed the pressure release of an orgasm to stop the gnawing. “Please, sir! Please make me come.”
His hand slid around her hip, digging under her jerking body to find her clit. When he rubbed the flat of his fingers against it, she went still and let out a pained groan.
“Please tell me to come, sir,” she pleaded.
“You are such a good girl. Come for me, love.” He was getting tired. Something was going to give out if he didn’t take a break soon.
“Don’t come yet. I want to watch you after this,” she panted.
He wasn’t close to coming, but he might need chest compressions soon. “I want you to come right now, do you hear me? I'd better feel your pussy squeezing around me in the next couple of seconds, or I’m going to let Draco cane you. I’ll make you hold that glass cock up your pussy while he does it, and if you let it go, you’re getting the paddle too. When your bum is blistered, I’ll make you push that dildo up your arse and sit in the corner like a naught—“
“Unnh!" She didn’t need to hear any more. His rumbled threats were enough to send her over the edge even without his hand.
Her body convulsed around him, making him grit his teeth. “That's it,” he hissed.
The release rolled through her body. It tore at reality for a few seconds, and then she was floating. It was even better than real floating (now that she had something to compare it with).
Severus slowed down as she came back to earth. “Get up on the bed, pet. I want you to ride me.” Or I need it. I’m knackered.
Hermione groaned as he pulled out. He walked to the side of the bed and flopped down on his back, stroking his cock to keep it hard enough for re-entry.
“Come on. Get on top of me.”
Hermione straddled his hips then slid him back to her entrance, curling her pelvis to force him in. As soon as her bum touched his thighs, she sat up a little and circled her hips. His fingers went to her nipples, making her squirm atop him. She couldn’t tear her eyes from his. He looked tired. I’m going to ride you home. Smiling, she sat up all the way, high in the saddle, and ground down onto him. “I love you, Severus.”
Snape bit his tongue and nodded. Love you too. She was doing something different with her hips. There seemed to be no effort to follow his length; she kept him deep while her hips stirred and rocked him into every available niche. It was not at all how they usually did things, but he became more and more fond of it the longer she did it. His cock felt a bit numb from fucking her so hard, and while he could barely feel what she was doing, he found it relaxing.
Hermione only lasted about fifteen minutes before her thighs started to burn. He must have known, because his lips twitched as if he was trying not to laugh. “My thighs are on fire."
His fingertip trailed over the top of her leg. “Mine feel bloody fantastic,” he said as though they were having a casual conversation about their health.
“Severus,” she said in exasperation.
“Yes?”
“Will you get on top?”
“If you like.”
She started to get off him, but he grabbed her waist and rolled her over, staying inside her the whole way. Smiling up at him, she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled his face down to hers. “I always like it when you’re on top.”
He kissed her lower lip and started to slowly thrust. “Do you? I never would have guessed.”
Hermione grinned. “I like to watch you.”
Snape snorted.
“I like it when you watch me too.”
“I think you like it because you get off on me whispering in your ear.”
Her grin widened as she nodded. “That’s a bonus.”
Severus smirked back. “You like it when I kiss your neck as well. All much easier face to face.”
“I also like kissing your neck, and since it always makes you grunt in my ear, I’m guessing you like it too.”
“I won’t deny it.”
“I love the way I can do this,” she said, slapping her hand down on his arse then digging her fingernails into him.
He inhaled sharply through his nose and fucked her a little faster. “Careful, little girl. I may like it too, but I know when you’re trying to take the lead.”
She squeezed his arse. “I know you know. That’s how I get you to hold me down.”
Severus chuckled. “If you want me to hold you down, just say so.”
“Hold me down.”
He smiled and pulled her hands off his bum one at a time, pinning her to the bed. His lips moved down and brushed over hers. “Tell me what else you like, love.”
Hermione smiled and tipped her lips up to his again. “I like it when you kiss me and fuck me at the same time.”
Severus met her lips and kissed her slowly. In no time he was lost in it, lulled into an oral coma by her sweet tongue. He knew he was fucking her faster, but he no longer endeavored to tease her. As long as she kept up the swirling dance in his mouth, he’d fuck her until she melted into a lump of orgasmic pudding.
“Wanna touch you,” she muttered against his lips.
He let her go, and she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back and tracing his bony spine. Her fingernails lightly scratched his neck and scalp, holding him against her, begging for more. She loved it when he kissed her like that, as if he had all the time in the world and didn’t care how anxious and needy she was getting.
Her legs dropped, and she pressed her clit to his pelvic bone. Severus grunted, working his hips against her. He wanted her to come with his tongue sliding against hers so he could feel the vibration of her climax though her teeth. Her writhing got more violent, and he snapped his hips at the top of his thrust to go deeper. The dancing hum of her whimper was a sweet reward.
Hermione felt the next peak creeping toward her. Her tongue became frantic against his. Release rolled closer, and she grazed the edge of it for a second. Her nails sank into his back as she clutched at its skirt, arching even harder, trying to catch it. She snagged hold, and all the sudden her clit was throbbing out its victory, immersing her in a warm glow.
“Unh,” she groaned.
Snape's balls lurched as she froze and shouted into his mouth. It felt as if his tongue were touching a live wire. The vibration shot clear down to his toes. He kept his lips sealed to hers and inhaled her moans. When she got louder, he sucked her tongue and growled as the tickle transferred to his mouth.
Hermione panted through her nose, trying not to pass out. Her head was spinning.
Snape didn’t let go, maintaining their oral connection as he started to slide into her faster. Her pussy felt like a slick fist around him, and he wanted to leave his seed inside her so it stayed there for days. It wouldn’t work, but he was going to try.
Hermione shivered as he pressed close and started to jerk into her. She held him tighter, wondering if he was going to let her breathe anytime soon. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she sucked on it just as he’d done to her. He kept grunting as he came, his whole body shuddering once before going still.
Severus kissed her one last time then pulled his lips from hers. “That was amazing, love.”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “Mmm.”
Severus looked over his shoulder at Malfoy, but all he saw was an empty chair. “Where’s Draco?”
Hermione picked up her head and looked over his shoulder. “Dunno. Maybe we scared him off.”
“I doubt it. Want to take a nap with me?”
Hermione groaned happily and rolled over to rest her head on his chest. “Are we going home tomorrow?”
“I suppose we should.”
“I miss everybody.”
“I don’t.”
Hermione smirked and hugged him closer. “I miss sleeping in our bed.”
“Which one?”
“Both.”
He ran his fingers over her shoulder. “Let’s say goodbye to the house properly tomorrow.”
She nodded. “And the ocean.”

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They found Draco’s note when they finally made it out of the bedroom that afternoon.
While I adore feeling like a third wheel, I couldn’t stand watching you two play kissy-face any longer. You’re both too sick for my taste. Owl me when you get home so I can come check on the house and make sure nothing’s out of place.

Draco
Hermione and Severus spent the night shagging in every room of the house. (Severus said it made him happy to know Lucius would be vacationing in their leftovers. Hermione couldn’t deny him.) They went out in the morning and had one last go in the ocean; then Hermione lay out on the deck while Snape packed their things. She would miss their island paradise, but she wanted to go back and get ready for her new job.
They Flooed home, and Hermione found Harry and Ron in the kitchen eating lunch. The boys hugged her and told her what she had missed. Apparently the angry mail had stopped soon after Harry’s interview was printed. They were still getting the occasional concerned citizen suggesting they commit Hermione, but other than that, it had been pretty quiet. Harry and Ron told her about the Auror Academy, and Hermione told them about the beach. They praised her tan and lamented their own pasty complexions in comparison.
Severus and Hermione went back to their usual arrangement: sleeping at Grimmauld Place on weekdays and staying at his house on the weekends. Snape left every morning to work in his lab, and Hermione started her job with Creature Rights Watch. It was the mental work she needed to stay sane. There was the expected curiosity about her among the employees, but after a few days, they must have decided she wasn’t barmy, because the surreptitious stares stopped following her around the office.
By the second week, Hermione was the one they came to with precedent issues. They had all discovered her ability to retain every case she read about, and they claimed she was much more efficient than slogging through old law books. The director, Ricter, even gave her more books to take home and read, claiming she was saving them hours of man-time. She loved the law bit of her work, but increasing awareness of injustice was high on her to-do list. They let her steam ahead with her suggestions about publicizing current cases and petitioning the public for support.
Severus came back to Grimmauld Place every night and listened to her regurgitate her entire day for him. He didn’t have to do much talking, which he appreciated. Creature rights weren’t at the top of his list of things he was concerned about. They got a bad shake in life, but so did a lot of humans. He was more concerned with his own work in his lab. There was little progress happening on that front, so he was glad at least one of them was having some success.
Her fiery determination just made him want to fuck her all the more. She was like a ball of thunder, and he found her passion for justice only fueled her passion between the sheets to new heights. The more worked up she got about something at the office, the more she used him as a release. He didn’t mind. She was riding his dick like a jockey at Badminton. All he had to do was kiss her, and she was all over him. Potter and Weasley had both, on separate occasions, found them locked together, snogging the hell out of each other in the library. What they didn’t know was that she was the instigator every time.
She’d become much more adventurous too. Even when they were almost caught, she didn’t slow down much. As soon as Potter had walked out, she’d palmed Snape’s crotch and suggested he take it out and find out if she had on any knickers. He took her over to the sofa and did just that (and no she wasn’t wearing a thing). Her skirt easily hid their actions of course, but the fact that she suggested it in the first place bowled him over. She did her tiny grinding routine, and he found out that he didn’t need thrusting to come.
At the end of her second week on the job, he had a breakthrough with his work and went to pick her up for lunch to tell her. They ate at a small bistro in the city (where they got more than a few glances), and she listened as he explained what he’d been doing.
“It’s the monkshood that is most sensitive to the moon phases,” he told her quietly so no one could overhear. “I separated it from the other ingredients and brewed it alone. As long as it’s picked and brewed in time with the new moon, the potion is successful. Discounting the monkshood, you can brew Wolfsbane in half a day.”
Hermione smiled. “So you just made it far simpler for everyone to make. It’s not a month-long process with loads of chances to screw up some little part of it.”
He nodded.
“That’s brilliant. What are you going to do now?”
“I need to go see my old Potions master, Magnus. If he gets the same results I have, we’ll submit the findings to The Potions Master Association for publication.”
“I’m so proud of you, Severus.”
“Nothing’s happened yet.”
“Everything’s happened. You’ve done the hardest part.”
“I need to go see Magnus immediately. The new moon is tomorrow, and if we’re going to test this, we should do it now.”
“Yes, of course.”
He sighed. “I’ll be gone for a week.”
Hermione set down her fork. “A week?”
“You can come with me if you like.”
“I can’t miss work.”
He knew she would say that.
“Do you mean a whole week? Seven days?”
“That is what most people consider a week.”
“Can you come home at night?”
“I can’t. It would be very impractical. We’ll have to do the harvesting and begin the brewing at night. It will likely take me the rest of the time to go over my notes with Magnus.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“You’ve already contacted him?”
“Yes.”
Hermione nodded slowly. “I’ll miss you. Terribly.”
He nodded. “I’ll miss you too. I should be back Friday night.”
“So, I only have to make it six nights without you instead of seven. That’s a relief,” she muttered sarcastically.
Severus set down his drink and reached out his hand to her across the tiny table. She placed her palm against his and stroked his wrist.
“You won’t sleep with anybody while I’m gone, will you?” he asked with a small smile.
Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled back. “Don’t be daft.”
“Not even yourself?”
Hermione looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “Do you mean that you don’t want me to touch myself while you’re gone? For seven days?”
“You’ve done it before.”
“No, I’ve failed before.”
“You’re much more disciplined now.”
“Are you bloody serious? You really want me to wait?”
“I want to come back and fuck you till you explode.”
“Shh,” she whispered, glancing around with an embarrassed smile. “That sounds very nice. Are you going to be just as celibate? For seven days?” Hermione wanted to make sure he knew what he was asking. Merlin’s balls, he gets edgy when I’m just late coming home from work.
“I can outlast you any day of the week. You might be choking on my seed when I get back, but since you don’t seem to have a problem with copious amounts of semen, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Hermione laughed. “Shh! I’ll do it if you do it.”
“Are you sure you can keep your hands out of your knickers that long?”
“Yes. I can’t promise my dreams won’t get wetter, but during waking hours, I can restrain myself.”
Severus smirked. “No tricky legal loopholes either. You can’t hump everything and claim no hands were involved.”
Hermione blushed and nodded. “You either.”
“I’m not known for humping the furniture.”
“Shhh!” She blushed brighter. Leaning forward, she whispered, “You'd better fuck me like hell tonight so I’m stocked up.”

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He did fuck her that night. It wasn’t like hell though. Hermione wouldn’t let go of him, keeping her arms around him and staring at him the whole time as if she were afraid she’d forget what he looked like. Severus wasn't complaining. He wanted to remember what she looked like too.
She kissed him about a hundred times before she would let him leave the house the next morning (to be fair, he didn’t discourage her). Hermione told him she loved him three times on the front stoop alone (not counting the five times since they’d woken up). He kissed the top of her head and inhaled one last shot of her scent.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, love.”
“Owl me when you get there. And before you go to bed. And every day when you think about me.”
He smirked. “I’ll probably be too busy. But I’ll let you know how I am in a couple of days. Owl me whenever you like. I’ll write back as soon as I can.”
“I won’t bother you,” she said, burying her face in his chest.
“It’s not a bother." He kissed her head again. “I don’t know how I’ll sleep at night if I don’t find out what happens to Horatio the house-elf or Brutus the centaur.”
Hermione smirked. “It’s not Horatio, it’s Horton. And he’s very sweet.”
“I’m sure. All right, love, you’re puncturing my lung; let me go. I have to leave.”
She let him go with more than a little reluctance then stood stoically on the stoop. Severus smirked as she held her hands behind her back like a little soldier. Kissing her forehead one last time, he turned to go before he got just as bad as her. “Be good.”
Hermione felt as if her heart were being dragged down the sidewalk behind him.

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She made it through her Thursday and Friday at work all right. Harry and Ron distracted her when she got home, keeping her mind off Snape’s absence. That lasted until she went to bed, and then the weight of loneliness settled over her like a fog. The bed was a vast, deserted plain; and she was a ghost roaming its barren landscape.
Snape sent her a note Saturday morning; it cheered her up somewhat. She went shopping in London with Harry and Ron, which kept her occupied during the day. That night she barely slept. Staring at the dark ceiling for half the night left her anxious and lethargic the next day. Hermione wrote him on Sunday just to say that she missed him. It didn’t seem like a good idea to worry him by mentioning that she couldn’t sleep.
Work took her mind off the emptiness on Monday, for which she was grateful. She knew everyone was staring at the dark circles under her eyes, but Mandy, the secretary, was the only one who said anything. Hermione assured the witch that she was fine and that she’d get more sleep soon.
To her surprise, Draco was outside Tuesday afternoon when she left for lunch. She was dragging. Her head was full of lead, and it took her a few seconds to even notice him.
“Bloody hell, Granger. You look like dragon dung.”
“Thanks,” she muttered.
“I came to take you to lunch. I thought you might be missing Snape. I didn’t know you were going to turn into the walking dead.”
“‘Kay.”
He took her arm and led her down the street. “I know a nice Italian place. Sound good?”
“‘Kay.”
He smirked and pulled her to a safe Apparition point. “Hold on tight, all right? I don’t want to splinch you while Snape’s gone. He’s sensitive about things like that.”
They popped into place in front of a little restaurant, and Draco led her inside. “Here, sit down.” Before you fall down. He ordered them a pizza and sat across from her while they waited. “Sleeping much?”
She shook her head.
“Well it looks like you haven’t been eating either.”
“I have.”
“Not enough. A couple of weeks ago you were tan and happy, and now you look as though you’ve been in hospital.”
Hermione took a sip of her butterbeer. “I’m not hungry.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Too bad. You’re eating today. Snape will be upset if you look like this when he gets back.”
“I know,” she said sadly. “There’s not much I can do.”
“Take a sleeping potion.”
“I’m out. And Dreamless Sleep leaves me so groggy the next day I’ll never get anything done.”
“What about at Snape’s house?”
Hermione shrugged. “Dunno. It’s warded anyway. I couldn’t get in.”
“Write to Snape and ask him how to take down his wards.”
“I don’t think he’d reveal that in a letter. Besides, I don’t want him to worry.”
“He should be worried. Why don’t you stay with someone, keep your mind off Snape?”
“I have to work.”
“So just leave in the morning. Or ask someone to stay with you. Want me to sleep in your bed again? I can keep you distracted." He grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
Hermione smirked and shook her head. “I don’t think that would go over well with Harry and Ron.”
“You could come to the Manor.”
“Your father would disown you.”
Draco laughed. “Maybe. What about Ginny? Ask her to come over.”
She nodded. “Maybe I will. Even if she winds up in Harry’s bed, she’ll still listen to me whine about being lonely.”
“There. See? My brilliance knows no bounds. You’re welcome.”
Hermione raised one eyebrow. “Your ego knows no bounds. Don’t be such a prat.”
Draco smiled. “You love me.”

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The next day Hermione Flooed the Burrow when she got home from work. She was completely drained, but Draco’s suggestion that she talk to Ginny was actually a decent idea. Her head appeared in the Weasley’s kitchen, where she found Molly peeling a stack of potatoes with a charm while she read a recipe in a cookbook.
Molly smiled. “Hermione! So nice to see you, dear.”
“Hi, Mrs. Weasley. Is Ginny home?”
“She’s just in the other room. Ginny!”
“What, Mum?”
“Floo for you.”
Ginny came through the kitchen door, smiling when she saw Hermione’s head. “Where’ve you been?”
“Work. Can you come stay with me? Severus had to travel, and I can’t sleep.”
Ginny sat down by the hearth. “You look like bollocks.”
“Ginevra Weasley!” Molly scolded.
“Sorry, Mum. But she does. Where’re Harry and Ron?”
“I think they got sick of me moping around the house and went to some party.”
“I can go, can’t I, Mum?”
“I suppose. Hermione, you’re welcome to come here too.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley, but I have to work in the morning. It’s too much of a hassle.”
“Would you like some cookies, dear? You look hungry. Take her some cookies, Ginny.”
Ginny laughed. “All right, Mum. I should hurry up and come over before Ron gets home and eats them all.”
“Take her some of that lasagna too. You two need some real food.”
“I’ll take her the whole Weasley buffet if you get it ready for me. I’m sure Ron’ll eat whatever we don’t. I’ll be over in fifteen minutes, Hermione.”

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Ginny turned out to be an excellent choice. She listened while Hermione told her about Snape and didn’t get all nervous when Hermione started crying (unlike the boys who usually couldn’t get out of the room fast enough). They ate cookies, and Ginny found ice cream in the freezer, so they combined them to make ice cream sandwiches. Ginny had her laughing before midnight when the boys finally came home.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Harry asked as he kissed the top of Ginny's head. “I would have left that lame party hours ago.”
“Didn’t know, did I? Hermione just showed up in my fire out of the blue.”
“What’ve you done to the ice cream?” Ron asked, looking dejected as he tipped the empty carton upside down.
“We ate it,” Ginny shot back. “Along with Mum’s cookies. Too bad you weren’t here.”
“Mum’s chocolate chip cookies?”
“No. Mum’s double chocolate chip cookies and the butter cookies you’re always begging her to bake.”
“Bugger,” Ron muttered.
“Are you two . . . done here?” Harry asked, trying not to look too eager to get Ginny upstairs.
Hermione nodded. “Yeah. I’m better now. Thanks, Gin.”
“No problem.”
“Come on, Ron. There’s still lasagna if you want it,” Hermione said, hoping to get Ron’s mind off what his sister was about to do.
Ron looked pleased with that suggestion. “I like lasagna.”

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Hermione left Ron to his midnight feeding and started upstairs for bed. She was so tired, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to sleep (just like all the other nights she was tired). As she passed Harry’s floor, Hermione heard giggling and a loud slap. Stopping to listen, she put her hand over her mouth to hold in a laugh when she heard Ginny say, “Just one finger.”
The sound of spanking made her miss Severus like nothing else, and she crept to Harry’s door to eavesdrop for a few seconds. Hermione felt incredibly guilty about it, but to be fair, they’d listened to her doing a lot more.
Throughout the whole week, she’d been more concerned about missing Snape than touching herself. It only tended to weigh on her mind when she was alone in bed. During the day, she could keep busy with other things, but hearing Harry and Ginny made her miss Severus in a purely sexual way. Her bum didn’t have a mark on it, and her pussy was snapping back to its pre-Snape dimensions. God, I miss you, Severus.
Slap. Ginny giggled and said, “More.”
Hermione heard Harry moving around and then another loud slap.
“How many do you want?” he asked.
“I want it red tomorrow.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. “I can’t hit you if you keep wiggling around like that.”
“Then hold me in place. No, not like that. Use your finger.”
Hermione bit back a giggle. It felt as though someone had flipped a switch in her pussy and turned on the horny. She wanted to come. Ginny moaned, and then the slapping started again; Hermione pressed her hand to the front of her pajamas when she felt her pussy start to get wet.
“Deeper,” Ginny groaned. “Yes.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. “Your bum is getting very pink,” Harry informed her.
“I want it red. Keep going.”
Harry laughed, and the sound of slapping resumed.
Bloody hell. I should go to bed. This is just making me mental. How wet am I? Hermione pushed one hand down her knickers and ran her finger into her slit to test her wetness. Oh my God! She was soaked, and her clit was ready for action. Pressing its swollen hood, she marveled at how slick it felt.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Hermione spun around, yanking her hand out of her pajamas as she turned. She blinked hard, thinking she was hallucinating from guilt; but Snape’s face was still there when she opened her eyes. “Severus?”
“I said, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he repeated, coming closer.
She wiped off her finger on her pajamas as her brain tried to make sense of what was happening. “It’s not what it looks like. Why are you home? I mean . . . I missed you so much. You are really here, aren’t you? I haven’t passed out in the hallway or anything, have I?”
Harry’s door opened, and she had to grab hold of the doorframe to keep from falling into his room.
“What’s going on out here?” Harry asked.
“Answer him, Miss Granger.”
Hermione’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but she couldn’t say anything.
“Hey,” Harry said when he heard the professor’s voice. “Snape’s back. Now you can stop looking . . . so . . . sad. Is something wrong?” he asked, slowly picking up on the tension.
Hermione shook her head.
“Then why’s Snape glaring like that?”
“Get back in your room, Potter. And put up a Sound Shield before Weasley hears you two and has a coronary.”
“Hermione?” Harry asked, ignoring Snape.
“It’s all right, Harry,” she whispered. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
“You sure?” Harry asked doubtfully.
“Yes. Sorry to’ve bothered you.”
“S’alright. See you in the morning,” he said slowly.
Snape took Hermione by the arm. “Don’t count on it. Come along, Miss Granger. It’s past your bedtime.”
He dragged her up to her room and slammed the door behind him. “I can’t believe you,” he growled in her face. “I come back early to surprise you, and what the hell do I find? You, masturbating in the hall like a mental patient!”
“I wasn’t touching myself I swear. I mean . . . I was touching myself, but I wasn’t trying to come. I was just seeing how wet I was. I promise. Please stop looking at me like that. I missed you so much. Don’t be angry.”
“Oh, I’m not angry,” he said quietly. “I’m furious. We had an agreement. No touching. I kept up my end of the bargain.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand to his face, smelling her fingers. “You have not. Look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t come since you last saw me.”
Hermione felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she met his gaze. She hadn’t seen him so angry since school. Maybe since that first night he'd caned her. “I haven’t had a single orgasm. Not even in my sleep.”
“You’re lucky that’s true, girl. Because I would have turned your bottom bluer than my balls if you had. Get on the goddam bed,” he ordered, dragging her over to it.
Hermione got into the bed as fast as she could. Snape cut his wand in an angry slash across the bed, and her arms shot up above her head, binding her to the headboard.
“I am so disappointed in you,” he muttered, unbuttoning his shirt as if he hated it. “You were not just seeing how wet you were. You were rubbing your pussy for a good half-minute before I said anything. That was no test. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked, yanking off his shirt and throwing it against the chair.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sniffling softly. “I promise I wasn’t going to come. Please don’t be angry. I missed you so much.”
“Shut . . . up,” he said slowly, his voice barely a whisper. “I asked you to do one fucking thing, and you couldn’t do it. One. Fucking. Thing.”
Hermione watched him through streaming eyes as he pulled off his trousers and boxers just as viciously as he had his shirt. He climbed up on the bed, glaring at her as he yanked her pajamas and knickers down around her knees then shoved her tank top up above her chest. There was a split second where she thought he was going to attack her, and she drew back in fear. There wasn't much she could do with her hands tied.
He almost rolled his eyes when he saw her cringe. “Well, I guess we know what you really think of me now,” he whispered as he straddled her leg. “After everything we’ve been through, you still think I would harm you.”
Hermione shook her head no and started sobbing.
He wrapped his hand around his anger-hardened cock and started pumping. “Don’t insult me by denying it. I can’t believe anything you say anyway.”
Hermione bawled, watching him wank over her in a snot-fogged confusion. His hand wasn’t lazy or teasing; he was trying to come as fast as possible. He was dead silent, barely even breathing. In less than a minute, his jaw clenched, and his ejaculate shot across her. The first strand hit her breast, and the rest fell on her belly. It was quite a bit, more than she’d ever seen him lose before. Her belly looked like a pool of cream.
Severus leaned down and milked the remains from his tip and wiped it across her hip. Empty, and slightly calmer, he lay down on his back beside her.
Hermione’s crying finally faded to a few hiccups, and she wondered how long he was going to leave her like that. He hadn’t said a word since finishing, and she was scared that if she said anything, he’d leave.
Severus got tired of listening to her sniffles and rumbled, “I have not slept in two days. Will you please be quiet?"
“I can’t breathe,” she whispered.
He rolled his eyes and aimed his wand at her face, clearing away the snot. She took a deep, clear breath.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
“Go to sleep,” he said in return and doused the candles.
Hermione realized he was going to leave her like that all night.

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Hermione woke up the next morning at dawn. She’d managed to turn onto her side a little and had fallen asleep a couple hours after he’d told her to. His come was dried on her belly like old milk. It disturbed her that she didn’t mind. She wanted to be angry that he’d used her, but she couldn’t find that particular emotion in her heart. Even though she hadn’t willingly tried to come, she had touched herself after promising she wouldn’t. Hermione didn’t feel particularly guilty about that; there was no malice or conniving behind her actions. She’d just gotten a little carried away. If she had really wanted to break their deal, she wouldn’t have been frigging her clit in the hallway. She would have done things properly spread out on the bed.
If she had found him wanking in the hallway, she would have been just as pissed off. (And she wouldn’t have believed he was just testing his cock either.) She did break their promise, and she did feel bad about that. But mostly she felt bad that Snape got so angry. Hermione wanted him to be happy.
Her bladder stabbed at her, reminding her that hadn’t used the loo before bed. No wonder I’m awake so early. She debated for the next fifteen minutes whether to wake him up or not. He seemed even more tired than her. Bugger, I can’t take this.
“Severus,” she whispered.
There was no response.
“Severus, please wake up.”
One eye opened. She couldn’t tell if he was exhausted or still angry, but he didn’t look happy either way. “I’m sorry to wake you, but I need the loo,” she whispered.
He gave her a non-plussed look then held up his hand, wandlessly freeing her wrists. Snape caught her arm before she could move. “You leave my seed right where it is,” he rasped.
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.” She pulled on her clothes over the mess and rolled out of bed.
Once her bladder was empty, she brushed her teeth in the sink and washed her face. Lifting her shirt, she inspected his tag. If she didn’t smell like a come rag, she wouldn’t mind him doing it more often. It reminded her of him and told everyone she was his.
Putting her shirt in place, Hermione went back to her room and climbed back in bed with him. He’d pulled the blanket from the end of the bed over himself, and she was disappointed that he wasn’t on display. Then she felt guilty for thinking such a thing when he was still cross with her. She got under the real blanket that they usually used, not daring to try to share his.
Severus opened one eye and waited for her to stop moving then closed it again. “I’m not through with you,” he rumbled. “You have not made it up to me yet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to wear that all day.”
“What? Your come?”
“Yes.”
“I have to go to work,” she said in a worried voice.
“Then I suggest you start thinking of a good cover story. How long until you leave?”
“A few hours.”
He opened his eyes. “Take off all your clothes and put in your plug. I want you standing in the corner for the next hour.”
Her eyes bugged. “An hour? For not coming?”
His face went from tired to quiet fury in half a second.
“Never mind,” she squeaked. “An hour’s fine.”
“This is your one warning,” he said in a low voice. “If you want to be able to sit today at work, I suggest you not question me again.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and started to undress. Hermione pulled off everything and got her plug out of the drawer. Bending over the edge of the bed, she pushed the lubed metal up her bum. It was much harder to do when she wasn’t turned on. As soon as it popped into place, she got in the corner.
Severus drifted in and out of sleep, checking on her every time he opened his eyes. That he’d caught her redhanded, completely disregarding their deal while he’d been so miserable, incensed him. That was no accident. She’d purposely put her hand down her knickers and touched herself after agreeing not to. She’d made her choice.
“Has it been an hour?” he mumbled.
“It’s been fifty-two minutes, sir,” she said, checking the clock.
“In eight minutes I want you to come over here and bend over the end of the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
He rolled over, stretching, then got out of bed and went to the loo. His reflection looked even more haggard than he felt. After rinsing his face and brushing his teeth with her toothpaste and his finger, he went back to the bedroom to find her draped over the foot of the bed. Sighing, he went to his side of the bed and sat with his back against the pillows. “Do you know why I’m so angry with you?”
“Because I touched myself.”
“Yes and no. I’m angry because you lied to me. You said you wouldn’t do something, and then you chose to do it anyway. You chose your pleasure over me. Don’t you think I wanted to do the same thing? Many times. But I didn’t. I promised you I would do something, and I did it. It wasn’t easy, but you are worth it to me.”
Hermione buried her face in her hands. She could take anything else, just not him saying things like that.
“I am obviously not worth it to you. It makes me question how much I can trust you and whether I can believe anything you tell me.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes closed, trying to hold back her tears. What a bloody guilt trip. You needn’t bother. I’m pretty much devastated. “I’m so sorry. That wasn’t how I meant it.”
“How did you mean it?”
Hermione wiped her eyes and looked at him. “Can’t you just see it in my head?”
“Tell me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“Well . . . I was going to go to bed when I overheard Harry and Ginny. It . . . reminded me of you, and I, sort of, stopped to listen.”
“Go on.”
“Hearing the spanking turned me on. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so fast. I felt myself get wet and wanted to find out how wet. I was soaked, and when I brushed over my clit, I was kind of shocked by how it felt. That part was wrong; I touched myself after I said I wouldn’t. But I wasn’t trying to be sneaky or go back on our deal. I was just . . . I don’t know . . . distracted by the feeling.”
“I see.”
Hermione wasn’t encouraged by the dark sound of that.
“So what you’re saying is, you weren’t lying, just forgetful.”
That doesn’t sound any better. “I guess so.”
“You are not a forgetful person, Miss Granger. I think, when you find something interesting, you can become willfully absentminded in your search for answers. While I encourage a healthy curiosity, your inability to consider the ramifications of your actions is concerning. Did you think about how I would react to your investigation?”
“No, sir.”
“And that’s the problem.”
Hermione couldn’t take his dark stare any longer and buried her face in her hands again. He was quiet for a long time; she wondered if she was supposed to say something. I’ve already apologized. What more can I say? “I won’t do it again.”
He was still ticked off. It stung that she hadn’t considered his feelings. He’d done nothing but think about her the whole five days, scarcely sleeping. It didn’t help that he was running on fumes just to get home to her. The exhaustion was clouding his brain. Get some more sleep before you deal with this. You’re going to say or do something you regret. “We’ll talk about this later. It’s time for you to get ready for work. I know you like to leave early.”
“You’re not going to punish me?”
He sighed. “I’m going to go home and get some more sleep.”
Hermione stayed where she was, her mind racing. Is he so angry he can’t stand to look at me, or does he not care enough to punish me? Or is he just tired? Or is he trying to torture me? I can’t live with this kind of guilt. She started to cry again, but kept it silent so he wouldn’t know.
Snape haphazardly put on his clothes and shoes, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “You'd better get dressed, Miss Granger. You don’t want to be late.”
Hermione slid off the bed, hiding her face in her hair as she went to the wardrobe to get the dress she’d set out for work.
“Wear that plug until I take it out for you,” he muttered.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, pulling on a clean pair of knickers. When she got on her dress, he stood and zipped it for her. Hermione almost started bawling. He wouldn’t zip my dress if he didn’t still care.
Severus turned her around, surprised to see the tears streaming down her face and her red eyes refusing to meet his. “Look at me.”
She did, but it just made her cry harder.
Severus wiped her cheek with his thumb. He didn’t think he’d said or done anything to get that kind of reaction. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought . . .” She hiccuped and wiped her face. “You . . .”
He slid into her head when she seemed incapable of finishing her sentence. If he’d had any doubts about how seriously she was taking his displeasure, they vanished. She was harder on herself than he ever could be. He was just angry, but she thought he hated her. He wanted to blister her bum with the hairbrush, she wanted him to cane her until her skin bled. Merlin’s balls.
“I don’t hate you,” he said quietly. “I’m just disappointed. I know you hate to hear that, but I’m not going to lie to you. Did you really think I would leave you? Why would you think that? I never said anything of the sort.”
“You wouldn’t punish me.”
“So now not harming you amounts to hatred and abandonment?”
Hermione shook her head. When he said it like that, she sounded completely mental.
“I’m too tired to punish you now. We’ll deal with it later.”
Hermione nodded and wiped her face. “I missed you so much.”
He pulled out his wand and cleaned her face. “That’s what Draco’s letter said.”
“What?”
“Draco sent me an owl saying you looked as if you were getting sick. That’s why I came home early. Well, beside the fact that I couldn’t sleep without you.”
“Me either.”
He nodded, holding her face in his hands. “I’m back now, and I have no intention of leaving anytime soon.”
“I love you, Severus.”
“I know,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
“Could you please give me some kind of punishment now? I can’t stand this.”
He sighed. “You’ve cried enough for one morning. I don’t know if you need anything more just this moment. Wearing my seed and your plug is part of your punishment.”
“No . . . it’s not.”
He smiled softly. “You like it?”
“Yes, sir. I mean . . . I don’t like smelling like come, but . . .”
“I understand. Take off your knickers.”
She did, not asking why. Severus ran his wand over the gusset, and Hermione watched in fascination as her knickers sprouted what looked like short, hard, curly hair in the same pink as the fabric. What the hell is that?
“Put them on,” he said, handing them back.
Hermione gave him a funny look but did as he said. It felt as if there was a scrubby sponge in her knickers. She shifted around uncomfortably trying to get used to the sensation.
“We’ll see if you like that. I don’t think you’ll want to touch your clit anytime soon.”
Hermione squirmed. “Yes, sir.”
“Be a good girl today. I’m going to go home for a bit.”
“Yes, sir.”
“This,” he said, giving her a chaste kiss to the top of the head, “is all you’re getting until you’ve made it up to me.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Severus gave her one last look then turned and left. Hermione watched him go and wiggled her hips once. He knickers scoured her pussy. It was going to be a long day.
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