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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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37 - Sexual Healing
Snape got a little better each day. By Sunday, all the other marks had faded except the cuts on his chest. She took off his bandages so his skin could breathe and let him spend the day shirtless. He wore his black pajama bottoms and sat reading in the front room most of the day. She helped him take a shower that night, and he was exhausted when they got in bed. Still worried about hurting him in her sleep, she faced away from him and wiggled back so her bum was pressed to his hip. Severus rolled on his good left side and put his bad arm around her. It wasn’t really bad so much as stiff, and she wouldn’t let him do anything with it until he felt better. Curling into her, he kissed the top of her shoulder and then her neck.
Hermione reached back to pet his lank hair. “Don’t start, Severus. I’m going to come in my sleep.”
He hadn’t tried to shag her since the attack. Mostly he was too tired, but he was starting to worry. His dick hadn’t gotten hard once, even with her nursing and kissing. Maybe the attack had fucked with him more than he wanted to admit. “Just kissing you goodnight, love. You haven’t come since Thursday?”
“I haven’t come since Wednesday night. Just like you. I can wait.”
What if I can’t get it up? Are you still going to wait?

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Snape insisted that she go to work on Monday. Hermione was glad to be back at the office, but she worried about him the whole day. She went home at lunch to check on him and found him asleep in his chair. Kissing his forehead, she woke him and told him she’d make him some of Mrs. Weasley’s casserole.
They ate at the table, and Hermione told him about her day to help keep his mind off of his convalescence. After they finished, she cleaned the dishes and walked him back to his chair. He kissed her goodbye, and Hermione melted into him. They’d kissed plenty since he got back from the hospital, but it never got very heated. She was worried about hurting him and derailing his recovery.
“What was that for?” she asked when he let her go.
“I couldn’t take one more of your pity kisses.”
She blinked at him. “Pity kisses?”
“You’ve been kissing me as though you think you’re going to break me.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Well, stop it. You’re making me feel about three hundred years old.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, but you’re not well yet.”
“I will be soon. I’m just tired.”
Hermione nodded. “I miss the sex too.”
He sighed. “It’s not just the sex. I feel . . . I don’t know. Wrong.” He didn’t want to say impotent, afraid he might jinx himself. But he realized that was how he felt, not in a sexual way but in an overall sense.
“Sit down, Severus,” she said, urging him into the chair. “I want to sit in your lap.”
It seemed like ages since they’d been in that position. She straddled him and put her hands around the back of his neck, which made him feel strangely calm.
“I know you don’t like to talk about such things, but can you tell me what you mean by wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I know. But if you tell me how you feel, then I can do a better job of not making you feel that way. If you tell me you feel scared or embarrassed or something, I can stop doing things that might add to that.”
He sighed and rolled his neck, thinking. “I’m only scared that something might happen to you. Embarrassed isn’t quite right. I’m more angry and . . . I don’t know . . . powerless. I hate this.”
Hermione nodded. She needed to stop mothering him. They had strayed so far from their usual dynamic. “Okay. Thank you for telling me. Will you kiss me again?”
That wasn’t the response he was expecting. He thought she would turn it into some painful conversation about feelings and trauma. “Don’t you need to get back to work?”
Hermione gave him a sneaky smile. “I’ve got fifteen more minutes. And it’s ever so hard to be productive when my knickers are dry.”
Snape smirked. “I’ll do my part for the marginalized.”
“You’re very generous,” she replied, leaning in with a grin.

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“Someone dropped something off for you, Hermione,” the secretary told her when she got back. “It’s on your desk.”
“Thank you, Mandy." Hermione smiled to herself (in a very good mood after her snogging session). There was a large rectangular box on her desk. She was always wary about opening packages when she didn’t know the sender. But there was a card on top, and she recognized Draco’s handwriting.
Granger,

I found you a nice nurse uniform. Although, I use the term nice loosely. I hope you’re using this to help Snape recover and not stripping for university tuition. If you are moonlighting, I want to know where.
I got this in a Muggle costume shop, so you'd better thank me profusely next time I see you. I don’t do Muggle shops. And this one was particularly egregious. Snape better really appreciate this.
By the way, everyone at Eros says to say hi. And Benedict says for Snape to get well soon.
Waiting for word on that talisman,

Draco
Hermione hid the box under her desk and plotted the evening in the back of her mind as she worked.

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Hermione Apparated home and found Snape asleep in the chair again. She’d shrunk Draco’s box and hid it in her purse, so Snape never suspected a thing when she kissed him hello and said she was going upstairs to freshen up.
Hermione went up to the bathroom to change out of her work clothes. The nurse uniform was cute. (Very short, but cute.) It buttoned all the way down the front and had a wide belt. She left it unbuttoned down to her bra and pulled her hair back in a bun then put on the little white hat, grinning at herself in the mirror. She pulled off her tights and knickers. Completely unnecessary.
Going to the top of the stairs, she called down. “Professor Snape, it’s time for your bath.”
Severus looked up from his book. What? Marking his page, he set the book aside and went to the stairs. She was standing at the top, smirking down at him, dressed like a street-walking nurse. His eyebrows rose in surprise. He could almost see up her skirt. “I beg your pardon?”
“If you don’t want to have a bath today, I can take care of my other patients.”
He started up the stairs. “Where did you get that?”
She shrugged. "I have my sources."
“Soooo . . . Draco?”
Hermione smiled. “You didn’t let one of the other nurses bathe you, did you? I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”
Severus made it to the top and did a slow circle of her. “No . . . I haven’t let anyone else bathe me today.”
“Oh good,” she smiled as she took his hand. “Let’s go.”
She led him into the bathroom, crossing to the tub to start the water and plug the drain. Severus’s eyebrows rose to his hairline when she bent over. “That uniform is . . . quite eye-catching,” he commented, enjoying her knickerless presentation.
“You’re very sweet, sir. May I help you out of those clothes?” He only had on his bathrobe and pajama bottoms.
“I suppose.”
Hermione smiled, untying his robe then slipping it down his arms. His chest was healing nicely, but the words were still pink slash marks across his skin. She ignored them as she kissed his pectorals. “Mmm.”
“Is this how you treat all your patients? You must be the most popular nurse here.”
Hermione kissed her way to the right; his nipple needed licking. “No, sir. You’re the only one who gets my special treatment. You won’t tell Matron on me, will you?”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Hermione ran her finger over the front of his pajamas. “Did you get nice and dirty for me today? I like a challenge.”
“Sorry, mostly just reading.”
Hermione slid down his bottoms, exposing his arse. She palmed his cheeks as she pushed off his clothes. “Just reading. You’re such a good patient. What would you like to soak in this evening, Muscle Soother or Rejuvenating Mix?”
“Muscle Soother.” His back was killing him from sitting in that damn chair all day.
“Get in while I find it.” She went to the cabinet under the sink and found the jar of salts. After dumping in a couple of handfuls, she knelt beside the tub, swirling a washcloth through the hot water.
“Are you getting in with me?” he asked as he sank into the tub.
She looked aghast. “I’d be fired. Taking a bath with a patient—honestly! What kind of nurse do you think I am?”
“The kind who licks my chest while undressing me.”
Hermione grinned. “I could easily stop if someone showed up. Just like I could easily stop touching your cock and make it look as though I was just giving you an innocent bath right now.”
“Very clever. So it’ll just be the bath then?”
“Maybe you should rest before dinner. In bed. Naked.”
Severus wiped the smirk off his face with one hand. “Will you be taking care of me?”
“Yes, sir," she said, scooting down to start on his feet.
“Will you come home with me when I get out of hospital?” he asked as she ran the washcloth along his legs.
“And do what?”
“Be my personal, private nurse.”
When she got to his cock, she veered off course and started on his torso. “What would you ask me to do?”
“Just what you’re doing now. I need you to sleep in my bed, make sure I don’t stop breathing in the night. You could have fun undressing me each day.”
“That sounds very nice, sir. Do you sleep in the altogether?”
Snape chuckled. “Yes. And you would too. We’d have to keep each other warm.”
“I don’t know if you’d like sleeping with me, sir. I can’t keep my hands to myself,” she told him as she left his chest for later and went to his arms.
“I don’t mind. Is that your only weakness?”
“No, sir. I need other things as well.”
“What kinds of things?” Her gentle cleansing calmed his frayed nerves.
Hermione dropped the flannel and got her bare hands soapy to clean his chest. “I need to orgasm quite often. And I can’t get by without a good spanking. Is that a deal breaker?”
“Not at all,” he muttered, watching her hands glide over his chest, lingering on his nipples. “I would enjoy that.”
“Matron says we’re supposed to keep you calm and let you rest. Will it upset you to have me look after you in your room when we’re finished here?”
“No.”
“You promise you’ll stay calm? If we’re discovered, I’ll be in trouble.”
“I promise. What were you planning on doing that would cause me to lose my cool?”
Hermione’s hand slid down under the water, skimming over his half-hard prick. “I’d like to taste you. Your cock is beautiful.”
“You are a very naughty nurse, but I like the way you heal.”
Hermione cupped his balls. God I missed this. “Will you come in my mouth, sir?”
He was relived to feel his cock harden further. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, sir. Matron says to take my medicine. I’m a very obedient girl.”
Severus wiped off his smile again. “Yes, you are.” Her finger was prodding behind his balls, seeking his backdoor. “Except I notice you’re not wearing any knickers. Surely that’s against the rules.”
“Mine got wet, sir.”
“How did that happen?”
She ducked her head to hide her smile. “I was thinking about you, sir.” It was true, but she wanted to keep up the innocent act.
“You were? What were you thinking about?” She was using both hands, one tickling his length, the other teasing his hole.
“I was thinking about your fingers on my pussy, sir. And your cock sliding into me, stretching me. I went to the loo in the nurse’s lounge and fingered myself while I thought about you fucking me.”
“Did you come?”
“Yes, sir. That’s why had to take off my knickers. Someone would have smelled me.”
“That was naughty. What would've happened if you’d been caught?”
“I’ve been caught before. Matron caned me.”
“How many?”
“Six, sir. On my bare bum.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, sir. I went home and looked at my arse in the mirror while I came. It was very red.”
Hermione wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gently pumped her hand up and down as she massaged his entrance.
“If you become my personal nurse, you’ll never have to masturbate in the loo again. I’ll make sure you come whenever you like.”
She stopped to tickle his swollen head. Nostrils flaring, he stared her down like a Hippogriff.
“I’d like to come for you, sir. And I’d like it if you caned me. I think we should get back to your room now.”
“Is it time for your next dosing?”
Smiling, she nodded. “Overdue. I’ll get you a towel.”
Severus used his good arm to get himself out of the tub, and she wrapped a warm towel around his shoulders.
Hermione dried him carefully, her hands straying to his bouncing cock every few seconds. “Come on, sir. Let me get you in bed.”
Severus let her lead him across the hall to the bedroom. She pulled back the covers and watched him climb in. As soon as he was on his back, she leaned over him and kissed his still damp sac. Her tongue lapped up the underside of his length a few times before she went to his balls, lifting them to lick underneath.
She inhaled his scent. “Oh my God, Severus. You smell so bloody good.”
Her hand encircled him, and he groaned. “I’m not going to last, love. It’s been too long.”
“I don’t want you to last; I want you to come,” she muttered as she kissed the pearl from the tip.
“Put it in your mouth. I want to watch you.”
Hermione flicked her tongue across his head and swirled around him until he growled. Her mouth covered the head, taking him in. He tasted amazing, like sex and happiness. She found his balls with her other hand, teasing them as she sucked his cock. The feel of his hard heat eroding her lips had a sweet familiarity that soothed her. The taste of him calmed her chattering brain like a Beater's bat to the cranium.
Severus pushed his fingers under her bun and held her head. He didn’t need to guide her (she was following his hips like a pro), he just needed to touch her. His balls were already dangerously tight; he was going to spill any second. “I’m going to come, love.”
Hermione hummed happily around him, pulling on his bollocks as they started to rise. His cock throbbed in her mouth, and she took every last drop of him. His seed didn’t taste bitter to her anymore. He tasted like home, and it was the only place she ever needed to be.
“Bloody hell, love,” he sighed. “Give me a minute. I’ll make you come come so hard the neighbors will call the police.”
Hermione laughed and kissed his wilting prick. No doubt he had the entire property protected by anti-observation spells. “Not right now. Later. I’d feel better if you rested until dinner.”
“Are you sure? I know you’re wet. I can smell you.” Hell, he’d been smelling her since he got upstairs.
“I can wait. I know you’re good for it. Try to sleep a little. I’ll come wake you up for dinner.”
He was sleepy. “If you’re sure.”
Hermione smiled and kissed his forehead. “I love you so much, Severus.” His eyelids were already looking heavy. “I’ll rub your back after dinner—get out those knots. After that you can read me Corporal Punishment Throughout History while I hump your leg.”
Severus smiled. “Anything you want.”
“Good,” she whispered. “Get some rest. I need you healthy as soon as possible.”

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She went downstairs and spit the semen she'd saved in her mouth into a phial. The most powerful talismans needed virgin’s blood, semen, and female secretions. She didn’t know if “female secretions” just meant her wetness from arousal or if it should be her own ejaculate. She was going to use both.
Now was her only chance. He was asleep and unaware of her actions. She had the obsidian to imbue with their contributions. All the ingredients were in her grasp. She would have to come without him. That would be sad, but it was necessary. She would confess to him when she gave him the ring. If he wanted to punish her for it, she’d gladly take it.
Creeping down to his lab, Hermione set up everything on the center counter. The box that held her blood was still where she’d left it, and she set it with her collection of ingredients then started a small flame with one of his burners.
Making the talisman wasn’t difficult. It was just that the ingredients were hard to come by, and you had to be focused on your intent when you made it. If the ingredients came from two people who were in love, the talisman would be a hundred times more effective. If all the ingredients were from the two amorous people and if the stone was sealed at the end as she climaxed, it would be even more powerful. The only way Hermione could improve it would be to seal it while they both climaxed together at the same time. That didn’t seem possible for the time being, but she hoped that it would still gather some of their combined energy if he just wore it the next time they had sex.
Hermione set everything out on the counter, ready to combine, and then started to touch herself. When she was close, she got a beaker and held it near her pussy. It was tricky, and she wished she’d thought to do it in the loo. Leaning back against the other counter, she pushed her fingers inside and stoked her g-spot. The angle was bad, so she crouched down and tried it that way. That was better. Her feet might fall asleep, but she could reach everything.
When she felt her pussy start to bear down, she moved her finger to the spot near her urethra that she liked. The swelling pushed against her finger; her pussy throbbed as she started to come. Hermione whispered his name, holding the beaker to her folds, trying to catch her release. She got more than she needed and shakily stood back up.
In another beaker, she mixed his semen and her liquid. She’d already mixed her cream in with his semen, so she only needed to add the blood. Using a long dropper, she carefully added three drops of her blood then put the mixture over the flame. When it started to smoke, she added the obsidian and waited.
Hermione put the phial of her blood back in his box and hid it in the trunk again. She watched for another five minutes before the stone started to rattle in the bottom of the beaker. She had to be careful. When it began to glow, she had to orgasm and say the incantation at the same time. Her fingers went to her clit, her wand at the ready on the counter in front of her.
The liquid lust in the bottom of the beaker slowly disappeared. It seemed to be evaporating into the stone. There was smoke, but it never rose out of the top; it just swirled around the obsidian. She rubbed her clit faster. Time was running out.
The black stone started to glow, and she shoved her other hand against her pussy and picked up her wand. So close. Her hand shook as she held her wand over the beaker. Be careful. She closed her eyes and imagined Snape’s face between her thighs licking her and rubbing his nose along her slit. Whimpering, she rubbed all her fingers against her vulva.
Hermione watched the glow through slitted lids. It grew brighter, and she bucked her hips into her hand. God, I love you Severus. Please let this work. The tension in her clit bloomed, and she sighed in relief.
“Jugatus Coitus Implicatus,” she moaned through the pleasure.
The glow immediately turned gold, and she watched in fascination as multicolored sparks crackled over the surface of the stone. The remaining smoke disappeared, and the stone’s jittering stilled. Hermione took the beaker off the flame and dumped the stone out on the counter then turned off the burner.
She cleaned up everything while she waited for the stone to cool. When she went back, it was warm to the touch but cool enough to pick up. It looked like a regular piece of obsidian, but she knew if it were transparent like her amber, she’d be able to see liquid rolling around in its center. It had all gone just as described. Now she just needed Draco to turn it into a ring for her.

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Draco,
Severus is asleep. If you can, come over to his house now. I’ve finished the talisman.
Thank you for helping me with this,

HG

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Draco picked up the stone and promised to get it back to her as soon as he could then he disappeared into the dusky twilight. Hermione checked the time and got dinner ready for them both then went upstairs to wake him.
“Severus,” she whispered with a soft kiss to his forehead.
He opened his eyes, smiling when he saw her. “Is it time for dinner already?”
“Yes. I’ve made your favorite. Leftovers.”
“As long as you didn’t cook.”
Hermione smiled. Not food. “Just heated it up with my wand.”
“Get my robe, would you? I think we left it in the bathroom.”
She went and got his robe and pajamas then helped him dress. They went downstairs, and Hermione realized she still had on her nurse uniform. No wonder Draco was smirking at me like that. She took off the little hat and sat down to dinner.
He seemed to have more of an appetite that night; it made her feel better to see him eat. When they finished, he took her into the other room, and she straddled his lap while he read to her, just as promised. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled the smell of his skin. When he got to the part about birchings and flogging stools, she made him stop. “Please finger me, sir.”
“I can’t read and finger you at the same time.”
“Just your fingers. No more book.”
Snape set the book on the table and dropped his hand to her pussy. She did most of the work, humping his hand as he curled his fingers inside her. Her little white skirt had ridden up and was above her hips, leaving her lower-half completely bare. Severus watched her face. She was saying something under her breath; her lips moved in a silent litany. His arm would be tired when they were finished, but he wasn’t really moving his shoulder; it should be okay. She hissed and opened her eyes to look at him, riding his hand even harder.
“I’m going to come, sir.”
“I can see that. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been saying for the past fifteen minutes.”
Hermione gave him a dazed look. “No idea.”
“Are you my naughty nurse?”
Hermione smiled and bucked harder. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you need the cane?” He could do that with his left hand if he had to.
She shuddered. “Yes, sir.”
“How many do you need?”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty?" He blinked in surprise. "That seems a bit high . . . unless you don’t want them full strength.”
I’m a bad girl. I stole the blood I gave you. I went through your stuff. “I need it.”
He tried to look in her head, but her eyes kept fluttering shut every time her pussy spasmed. “If you need me to turn your backside red, I’ll do it; but you’re not going to be able to sit at work.”
Hermione felt the pressure building in her; his fingers jittered over her g-spot, the heal of his hand pressing to her clit. Hermione needed him to talk. It had been far too long since the last time he’d whispered the word pussy in her ear.
“Say it,” she whispered. “I can’t come until you tell me.”
Severus gave her a small smile. “You are such a good girl. Come for me, love. I can feel your pussy swelling. I know you want to soak my hand.”
Hermione ground her hips into him, her jaw dropping as the tension crested. Her pussy released the tidal wave rolling through her core, and she convulsed several times as the liquid poured out of her.
Severus couldn’t stop watching her face, but he felt her drench his hand in several small bursts. His pajamas were soaked.
“Look at this,” he teased, pulling away and licking the rivulet running down the side of his palm before it could drip to his wrist. “Is this all for me?”
Blinking through the haze in her head, Hermione watched him slowly lick the wet shine from his hand. “Yes, sir. All for you.”
“Mmm. You taste magnificent, love.”
She leaned back a little and looked at the ebony patch on his charcoal pajamas. “I’ve made a mess of your clothes. Where’s my wand?”
“If you clean it, I’ll hex you,” he muttered. “It’s mine now.”
Hermione laughed and leaned in to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. “I’ve got more where that came from.”

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Hermione was relieved that, as the days passed, Severus seemed more himself. As the words on his chest faded, she let him get more aggressive. On Thursday night, he caned her; but when he tried to fuck her, she’d admitted she was scared he wasn’t well enough yet. Sucking his dick and jerking him off were fairly passive on his part, but him fucking her would be much more physical. She didn’t want to set back his healing.
He’d been perturbed, but finally agreed to wait a few more days. Hermione secretly planned to go ask Janice or Clovis the next day if it was really safe and how careful they needed to be about his arm.
When she got to work on Friday, she sent an owl to Janice before she started on the research that had been left on her desk. She was completely absorbed in the law books when a pale hand waved in front of her face. Looking up, she found Draco leaning on her desk and smirking at her.
“Bloody hell, Granger. This is just like school. You are completely oblivious when you read.”
“It’s a gift.”
He set a small box on the desk in front of her. “No. This is a gift. You can thank me properly later.”
Hermione ignored his remark and opened the box. Inside was a ring—brushed silver band, simple and elegant, almost sweeping in its lines, her black obsidian in the center. She pulled it out and inspected it from all sides.
“Oh, Draco. It’s . . . I don’t know what to say. Its lovely.” Jumping out of her chair, she wrapped him in a fierce hug.
Draco winced as she rearranged some of his organs. “All right,” he gasped. “You’re very welcome. Loosen up a little, Granger. I can’t breathe.”
Hermione kissed his cheek and sat back down, staring at the ring. “I love it. Do you think he’ll like it?”
Draco smoothed down his shirt. “He'd better. That wasn’t cheap. And I had it designed for him.”
“I’ll pay you back,” she promised.
Draco laughed. “Don’t be thick. You can’t afford my taste. How about you just consider it an early wedding present?”
Hermione’s eyes darted around the room. Everyone was sure to be listening. “Draco, shut up. We are not getting married. This is how rumors get started.”
“Sorry,” he said, not looking sorry at all. “How’s Snape doing? Did the nurse outfit heal him faster?”
Hermione smacked him hard on the thigh. “SHH! And yes,” she whispered, “he enjoyed it. Thank you.”
“Want to go to lunch with me?”
“Harry and Ron are coming to get me. You can have lunch with us if you like.”
“I don’t know,” he mused.
“Come with us. It'll be fun.”
“That seems unlikely, but I don’t have anything better to do.”
“I leave at noon.”
“I know. Listen, do you want me to have that engraved?” He nodded at the ring. “I can have it done before lunch.”
“Really? Engraved. Yes. What should it say?”
“I don’t know. He’s your wizard.”
I love you seemed too common. She meant it, but maybe the ring said that on its own. Putting their initials didn’t seem right either. Spank me sounded too frivolous (even though she meant it).
“Yours,” she said finally.
“Beg pardon?” Draco asked.
“I want it to say ‘Yours.'”
“I thought you didn’t belong to anybody. Aren’t you all anti-slavery?”
“He doesn’t own me. And I don’t own him. But we are both possessive of one another. Is that strange?”
“Yes, and contradictory.”
“It’s less about ownership and more about declaring our need for one another.”
“So, you’re saying you’re his, but you don’t belong to him?” Draco said with a skeptical eyebrow arch.
She sighed. “I don’t know . . . it’s like we go together. I don’t want to say we were made for each other. That sounds like fate, and I don’t believe in fate. But . . . it’s like puzzle pieces.”
“Puzzle pieces?”
“They fit together and make each other make sense. One piece doesn’t own another, but when they claim each other it improves the picture. We’re just affirming our compatibility. Neither of us would be happy trying to work with pieces that didn’t really align. Plus it gets lonely when you don’t fit with any of the other pieces.”
“That was . . . weirdly sweet, Granger. You’re making me sick.”
Hermione smiled and put the ring back in the box. “It’s a gift.”

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Hermione Apparated into the alley with a pop and made her way to Snape’s front door. She’d gotten an owl back from Janice (who’d consulted with Clovis), and they both said as long as he wasn’t still falling asleep all the time, it was safe to have sex (but they should take it slowly the first couple of times). They told her to keep up the massage and salve on his arm until it no longer felt stiff then he could go back to using it like he normally did.
Hermione was relieved. Snape hadn’t fallen asleep for the past couple of days, so that seemed pretty safe. He was using his arm more but hadn’t really tried anything requiring a lot of strength. They said to give his arm another week and then start working it out more and stretching it, and it should be fine in a fortnight. She knew exactly how he’d want to work it out.
“Severus, I’m home,” she called out. She heard his voice, muffled and far away.
“I’m down here.”
Winding through the kitchen, she made her way toward the cellar stairs. Working in his lab sounded like a good sign. The door was open, and she tiptoed halfway down. “Are you busy?”
He turned from the center island and replaced some jars on the shelves. “No, just cleaning. Why?”
“I have something for you?”
“You do? It'd better be pussy pie, or I’m going to be severely disappointed.”
Hermione smiled and came down the rest of the way. “That’s not it, but I could arrange a helping for dessert.”
He snorted. “All right. What is it?”
“Come over here and sit down.”
“I have to sit down for it?”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn't think you’d want to sit at all after last night.”
Hermione smiled to herself and made him sit on the step. “It’s been a long day.”
“Okay. I’m sitting. What is it?”
She reached in her pocket and un-shrank the box then sat down next to him, setting it in his hand. “If you don’t like it . . . pretend you do anyway.”
“I’ll do no such thing. There will be no lying in this house.”
Hermione bit her lip. “After you open it, I have to tell you something.”
He knew that guilty wince. She’d had the same pinched look all week. “Tell me now.”
“Well . . . it kind of goes along with the gift.”
“You got me a gift that requires confession. I think you’ve missed an important lesson somewhere along the way.”
“Just open it, and then I can explain.”
He sighed and lifted the lid.
Hermione couldn’t read his expression, he always stayed so stone-faced. All she got was a tiny lift of his brow as he stared at the ring
“Miss Granger,” he drawled. “This is so sudden.”
Hermione smiled. “Be serious. Do you like it? It’s a talisman.”
Snape took the ring out of the box and held it closer for inspection. A talisman. “Did you make it?”
“The stone, yes. Draco had the ring made for me.”
“In exchange for what?”
“Nothing.”
“Draco had a ring made, for me, and asked nothing in return?”
Hermione didn’t want to tell him about the wedding present comment. “Maybe it’s his way of thanking us for the threesome.”
Snape could accept that. Fucking her was a privilege. “In that case, he still owes us.”
Hermione bit her lip. “Do you like it?”
He slid it onto his ring finger and held up his hand. It looked nice. And it wasn’t bulky. He could wear it even when brewing. “Yes, love, I do. And it matches my wardrobe.”
Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder, smiling. “Severus, don’t wear it on that hand. People will think you’re married.”
He looked at his finger in surprise. It hadn’t crossed his mind which hand to use. He slipped off the ring and noticed the engraving inside. Yours. His finger traced over the carved letters, much more permanent than the ones on his chest. He didn’t know what to say, so he just put it on his other hand.
Twisting it around, Snape studied it in the light. “No one’s ever given me jewelry before.” Except for Dumbledore, Lily, and his mother, no one had given him any gifts at all. And those were all Christmas presents. Definitely no “just because” gifts. “Why are you giving this to me now?”
Was he completely mad? “Because I love you, Severus. I want you to be safe. I know a talisman isn’t any guarantee, but I’m going to do whatever I can to keep you around for as long as possible.”
He studied her. She wasn’t lying. Not that he doubted her words, he just always expected a caveat. There was none. “Thank you.”
Hermione smiled at him. He said those two words so infrequently, it was like a yeti sighting. “You’re welcome.”
“Why does this require a confession?”
Hermione sighed. “Because of the way I made it.”
“Explain.”
“I . . . I sort of . . . borrowed some things . . . and came when you weren’t around.”
“Elaborate.”
Hermione sighed nervously, staring at the trunk in front of them. “I found your . . . box when I was down here looking for your potions last week. I used three drops of my blood to help make the talisman.”
“The blood you gave me?”
“Yes, sir. I also saved your semen in my mouth to use. I’m not sure if that was wrong or not. But then I brought it all down here and made myself come. Twice. Are you angry with me?”
He sighed and looked down at the ring. It was hard to be angry when she’d made him something so nice. “You stole ingredients from me. Again.”
“I’m sorry. It was for a worthy cause.”
“Do you make it a habit of giving people things and then using them yourself?” he asked, referring to the blood.
“I never have before.”
His lips pursed as he nodded thoughtfully. “Is this why you’ve been acting so guilty this week?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I see.”
Hermione kept her head on his shoulder, not wanting to see his reaction.
“I’m not angry,” he said finally. “But, new rule, no more taking things without asking. Anything I have is yours, but I like to know where my ingredients are going.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“I can forgive the masturbation. You weren’t doing it in rebellion. And I’m impressed with the result,” he commented, looking at his hand again. “You were coming for me even though I wasn’t there.”
Hermione hadn’t thought of it that way.
He snickered suddenly. “And what you do with my semen once it's on your person is entirely up to you.”
She looked at him. “So I’m not in trouble?”
Snape smirked. “Oh, I didn’t say that. Stealing from me gets you a trip across my knee no matter how much I appreciate the gift. But I’m certainly not angry.”
Hermione smiled. She wanted whatever he had in store. “I love you, Severus.”
He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “I know. I love the ring, pet. It’s perfect.”
She stroked one finger over his hand, tracing the ring’s contours.
“Now, get over my knee and show me those cane marks. You’re going to wish you hadn’t asked for those last night.”
She didn’t mind at all.

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They lay in bed that night: Hermione on her front, Severus petting her heated rump in the semi-darkness. She hadn’t told him about the owl from Janice yet, and by that time she didn’t know if her bum could take another beating (his hips could be just as harsh as his hand). It was the best she’d felt since the attack.
Severus watched his finger glint in the half-light from the hall as he stroked her skin. Her bum was baked, and she couldn’t have been more relaxed. He’d eaten a double helping of her pie off the kitchen table, and she’d begged him to cover it with cream. It was easy to keep her happy with demands like that. They took a bath later, and she’d come out looking as if she were going to fall asleep before he got her to the bed. “How’re you feeling, pet?”
“Mmmm,” she hummed happily into the comforter.
He smirked. “That well? Tell me how you made the talisman.”
Hermione turned her head to look at him in the dark. The shine of his eyes glittered back at her. “I guess the same way you made mine. Wait . . . how did you make mine? Where did you get female secretions?”
His teeth flashed from the shadows. “I saved what you left on my cock one night. It doesn’t take much.”
“Well, I used a lot. I didn’t know if I should just use my normal lubrication or if I should squirt. So I went with both.” She heard him laughing softly, and felt his breath on her shoulder.
“That’s what I like about you, you’re a very thorough witch. So you used double your own juice, a mouthful of my seed, and your virgin’s blood. I’m surprised the stone could absorb it all. I take it you climaxed while you sealed it?”
“Yes, of course. I wanted it to be powerful.”
“Did you do all this in my lab?”
“Yes.”
“How did you collect your juice?”
Hermione smiled. “I held a beaker up to my pussy.”
He chuckled, wiping his hand over his face when his cheeks started to ache. “You are quite a catch, pet. I would have paid good money to see that.”
“I’ll show you for free when my bum stops throbbing.”
He couldn’t stop smiling. “So I guess that means you aren’t ready for my cock just yet.”
“Hmm. I might be.”
Severus gave her a surprised look that she couldn’t see in the dark. “You might be? Either you are or you aren’t.”
“Do you think that stone can still absorb the energy from our orgasm even though it’s already been sealed?"
“Yes. In fact I’m certain it can. The sealing just locks the ingredients and their energies into the stone. Nothing can remove that, but subsequent pleasure can add to the stone’s power, provided that pleasure is obtained through the original donors.”
“I’m surprised mine hasn’t exploded yet.”
“Indeed.”
“So let’s do it, and you come with me; and we can make yours extra-strength.”
His fingers trailed up the back of her thigh. “If that’s what passes for pillow talk in this bed now, you need some serious sleep.”
Hermione twisted her torso toward him. “I can do better.”
“Let’s hear it.”
She licked her lips in thought. “I need you to fuck me, sir. Nice and slow.” Her fingers tickled over his chest, taking a circuitous route to the line of hair on his belly. “Just thinking about it is making me wet. I miss you being inside me, Severus. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He rolled her onto her side and pulled her leg over his hip. One hand slid between them to cup her pussy. “You’re not wet enough yet. Do I need to lick your pussy again?”
Hermione let out a shaky exhale. “Make me want it.”
Severus growled softly and pressed his lips to hers. I’ll make you want it all right. Don’t you dare ever make me wait this long again. He detoured off to her ear, licking the outer edge and nipping her lobe. She held him closer and tried to kiss his neck and shoulder in return.
Hermione whimpered softly as his mouth devoured her throat. His tongue lapped over her, leaving a wet trail that made her shiver when his breath cooled it. His teeth and lips marked her in several places, which made her buck every time the pull bruised her skin. She was panting before he even got to her breasts.
Severus kissed his way down to her right nipple. It perked up in his mouth and gave his teeth something to catch hold of. She made a needy noise and stroked his head, digging her fingers into his hair as he sucked hard. When the first tip was sufficiently red, he went to the other side and made it match. Arms around his shoulders, she scratched lightly over his back.
His right hand was at her breast, squeezing her flesh and pinching her nipple as he returned to her lips. Hermione plunged her tongue into his mouth, desperate for some friction. His hand slid up to her throat, and she gasped as warmth jolted through her chest.
Snape yanked back his hand. There had been an almost electrical sensation shooting through his palm. “Did you just shock me?”
“How could I shock you?” she panted.
“I don’t know.” He put his hand to her throat again and watched as her pendant started to glow with a soft yellow light. It looked like a firefly trapped in the amber. “What the devil . . . ?”
Hermione looked down, confused why he’d stopped. “What’s that? Why’m I glowing?”
“It’s not you, it’s your pendant.”
“It feels warm.”
“My ring does too.” He touched her necklace again and felt the tingling travel up his hand. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes. What is it?”
“I’ve never heard of anything like this before. I only have a few books on talismans.”
“Maybe it’s because they’re both made with our . . . fluids. Maybe they recognize each other.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Stones aren’t sentient.”
“Well, what’s your explanation, smarty pants?”
“I don’t have one. My entire arm is itching.”
“Itching or tingling?”
“Hm . . . tingling. Like an electrical current.”
“It’s spreading through my chest too. My nipples feel crazy. No! Don’t pull away. Keep your hand there and try sucking them again. I want to know what it feels like.”
The tingling and glowing didn’t seem to be hurting anything. If she wanted to use it to their advantage, he didn’t have a problem with that. Keeping his hand pressed to her chest, covering her pendant, he sealed his lips around one stiff tip. It was like kissing a generator. The same tingling in his arm spread through his mouth. It wasn’t unpleasant.
Hermione’s eyes rolled back as his tongue circled her swollen tip. Her skin was super sensitive; she could feel every tastebud on his tongue. The warmth of his breath and the wet heat of his mouth were overwhelming.
“Yessss,” she whispered, putting her hand to the back of his head.
The tingling had traveled up his shoulder and neck and seemed to be meeting with the tingle creeping over his face. He went to her other breast and tested its polarity. The sensation continued; it spread gradually over him like fiendfyre. He went back to her neck, keeping his hand pressed to her chest. She moaned loudly in his ear when he licked her throat.
“Severus!”
“How do you feel?” he murmured into her neck.
“Like . . . like I took a Tranquility Draught and a Sleepless Day potion at the same time and then went out in a thunderstorm with a metal pole.”
He chuckled into her skin. That wouldn’t have been his choice of words, but she’d summed it up nonetheless. “Is your pussy wet?”
“Oh my God! Don’t say that. I’m going to come before you get inside me.”
Severus pressed his hips closer and rubbed his cock into her soft muff. Every new point of contact burst with a wave of pleasure. She was soaked. The tip of his cock was wading through her swamped folds. “Fuck.”
Hermione squirmed. “Yes! Fuck me, Severus. Please.”
“Do you think this will keep up if I take my hand off your pendant?”
“Get inside me before you find out.”
He was lying on his left side, his right hand on her chest. “You’ll have to do it, love. I'm out of hands.”
Hermione reached between them, sighing when she found his cock. It was like fire without the burn. His head was silky in her fingers. And wet. He groaned quietly as she smeared his pre-cum over the tip with her thumb.
“Love,” he panted through clenched teeth. “You’re killing me. Stop teasing.”
Hermione didn’t need to be told again. She was already pressing it to her entrance and using her leg over his hip as leverage. The same sweet stretch she always felt with him was amplified by the feel of her tingling pussy. Her sheath hummed around him, and she slid down her hand to feel his balls. She was curious if they’d buzz in her hand like vibrating eggs. They did.
Severus gritted his teeth and hissed. “Bloody hell! Stop. I’m going to come.”
Hermione pulled away her hand and froze, waiting for him to relax. It took about fifteen seconds, but then he nodded and pressed his hips toward her. Her leg slid along his, every cell in her body bouncing around like pingpong balls. She was never going to get to sleep after all this.
Snape lifted his hand from her chest and watched her face.
They both waited several seconds then Hermione shook her head. “I still feel it.”
“Me too.”
Her pendant continued glowing. He wondered if she’d used a more transparent stone for his ring if it would be glowing too.
“Please get on top, Severus.”
He rolled her onto her back and grunted as her legs wrapped around him. His lips touched hers, and he felt a small zap as their tongues met. Staying as deep as he could, he started to move. It was like fucking a storm cloud. A very tight, wet storm cloud. His cock was a live wire. I can’t take much more of this.
Hermione moaned into his mouth; the extra vibration made both of them shiver at the same time. Her pussy sounded like the most obscene puddle in the history of fucking, and she realized her hearing was just as sensitive as her nipples. And her clit. And her anus. Oh my God. I want him to fuck my arse.
“I’m going to come,” she muttered into his lips.
Oh thank God! “Come for me,” he whispered and sucked her tongue into his mouth.
A shudder rolled down her spine, pooling in her core. The feeling spiraled out, and Hermione sank her fingernails into his arse to try to hold on. Her back arched high, pressing her to his body so hard she thought she was going to lift him off the bed. The pleasure went from her pussy to the top of her head, and she blinked as sparkly white light exploded in her brain.
Her pussy gripped him, and then an intense warmth spread through his pelvis. Severus shouted against her lips as his release reached a boiling point. The length of his spine felt like one long conductor; his brain and balls provided the current, leaving him suspended between their streams. He didn’t know if his eyes were opened or closed, but he couldn’t see anything beyond the white light blinding him.
Snape pulled his lips from hers and buried his face in her hair, trying to catch his breath. He was still hard as a rock inside her, and she was shaking under him as if she were freezing. “Are you all right?”
She nodded. “Unh huh."
He held up his hand and waved it toward the candles; they lit the room to a soft glow. She blinked up at him in the new light and touched his face.
He wasn’t a mass of shadows anymore, and she traced the length of his nose with her thumb. When his hips started to rock into her again, her eyes rolled back, and she clutched him closer. “Unh!”
Severus kissed her exposed throat, finding her pulse with his tongue. She patted his shoulders then turned her face into the crook of his neck. A shiver rolled down his spine.
“Did you come?” she gasped.
“Yes.”
“How’re you still so hard?”
“Dunno,” he muttered below her ear.
“Please fuck my bum.”
His cock twitched hard inside her. He knew what she meant about not being able to withstand such talk. The hum in his ear shot straight to his scrotum. “Roll over. I’ll get the lube.”
When he pulled out, Hermione felt like sobbing. The emptiness was unbearable.
Severus held out his hand toward the table, summoning the lube with a muttered, “Accio." No way was he taking time out to find his wand. The drawer popped open, and the jar flew into his hand. He quickly lubed his cock and then pressed two fingers into her back entrance. Her hand slammed down on the comforter as she moaned into the bed. He threw one leg over hers. The more he touched her the better he felt.
“Oh God!”
He brushed her hair off her shoulders and kissed her back as he slowly twisted his fingers inside her. She hadn’t had in her plug that week; he could tell. Her sphincter was trying to pinch off his fingers. When he added a third finger, she started to hump the bed. Severus leaned into her and pressed his lips to the back of her ear.
“Do you want this?” he asked, rubbing his length along her cleft.
Hermione shuddered and brought a shaking hand back to touch his face. “I can feel everything,” she whispered.
He knew what she meant. It felt as if he was on something. Every beat of her heart was a tremor against his chest. It made his pulse rip through his veins like rapids. While her skin always felt insanely soft to him, now he was sinking into it, molding into her contours. He couldn’t stand not being inside her any longer. Pushing down his rigid cock to her back entrance, he waited at the threshold, squeezing his shaft as the tale end of her pubic hair tickled his head. I hope I make it inside before I come. “Are you ready, love? I can’t wait any longer.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Inside. I need you.”
His stomach lurched, and he pressed himself into her bum, trying to continue breathing as her body slowly accepted him. As soon as he was deep enough that he wouldn’t accidentally pop out, he pressed his chest onto her back and slipped one hand under her to press to her heart. He felt the pendant warm against his fingers and let out a shuddering sigh into her neck as the tingling raced though his arm and shot through his whole body.
Hermione felt as if he were ripping open her heart in the most pleasant way possible. It didn’t hurt, but she felt as though she’d been dissected like Ginny’s doll, exposed to the elements. Her heart would either break or burst with love. There seemed to be no middle ground. His breath on her neck was the song of angels. She wanted to hear him speak and crumble any walls between them with the rumble of his voice. “I love you, Severus.”
His heart was breaking; pieces of it were lodged somewhere near his spleen. He could barely breathe. Her bum was asphyxiating him, somehow smothering his lungs through her rectum. Every gasping cell of his body screamed at him to tell her his true feelings. He had a strong suspicion that if he didn’t admit it, whatever magic was flowing through them would vanish, the spell broken by his omission. Tell her, damn you! Your silence is protecting nothing! You’re wasting time. Hers and yours. She already knows. What if you’d been killed by that man without ever saying it? Regret is for cowards. “I love you.”
Hermione stopped breathing for a few seconds, shocked. And then the raw feeling around her heart melted away, and she was left with only overflowing warmth spilling from her chest.
The constricted feeling in his breastbone disappeared. Every cell in his body inhaled deeply, and he felt as though all the gravity in the room had reversed. If he hadn’t had his cock buried in her arse, he might be banging against the ceiling. His arm tightened around her to anchor himself to earth.
The warm stream in the center of her breast grew to a cascade. His heart thudded against her back, and hers matched its rhythm. Hermione started to cry then she laughed through the tears. Great. I’m barmy. He tells me he loves me, and I go mental.
Severus kissed the side of her jaw and slowly buggered her tight arse. His entire body had tuned to some higher frequency, and he felt as if he’d taken a barrel full of Pepperup potion. He was wired. He had no idea what had happened to her. She seemed to be sniffling and giggling at the same time. “You all right, love?”
Hermione nodded. “Keep your hand on my chest. I think I’m going to come again.”
He didn’t know if he was going to survive another orgasm. Especially once her bum started pulling on his dick.
“Please tell me to come, sir.”
His balls crept higher. “Yes, love. Come for me. Be my good girl.”
She jerked once, and Severus groaned into her shoulder as her muscles churned around him, dragging him over the point of no return like a runaway horse.
Hermione’s fingers dug into the bed as her body exploded in light. Fireworks went off in rapid succession through the trunk of her body. When they got to her head, she called his name as his face flickered across the screen of her mind like an old filmstrip. The first time he kissed her. The first time he entered her. The first time he tasted her. The first time he spanked her. The first time he smiled at her. The first time she heard him laugh. The first night they slept in the same bed. Seeing him waiting for her at Grimmauld Place. His face as he read on the beach. His crooked teeth as he laughed at something she said. His eyes burning into hers as he came above her. His lips curling into a smirk under his aquiline nose. His mouth kissing her palm. His eyes watching her come. Eyes black as obsidian. She fell into them and heard him whispering her name.
When she opened her eyes, she was on her back, and Severus was propped on one arm, his hand on her chest. The skin between her breasts buzzed where his hand rested.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Did I pass out?”
“Sort of. You wouldn’t answer me, and when I turned you over, you appeared to be sleeping. Your eyes were bouncing around under your eyelids as if you were watching a Quidditch match.”
“For how long?”
He shrugged. “Twenty seconds.”
“I feel really calm.”
“I do too,” he said as if he were trying to figure out what that meant.
She looked down at his cock. It was still hard. Smiling, she put her hand on it. “Did you come?”
“Love, I came so hard I’m surprised you can’t taste it.”
Hermione laughed then clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide. “Severus, your chest!”
He looked down, thinking he was bleeding by the way she was staring at him.
“It’s healed,” she whispered.
He ran his hand over his skin, and she did the same, turning on her side to look more closely.
“I don’t see anything,” she murmured. “It’s not even pink. It looks as though it never happened.”
Snape looked at her and then grabbed her hip and rolled her over. “Your bum is healed. No marks. It’s not even red.”
Hermione stared after him in surprise as he rolled out of the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.
He came back in half a minute and sat on the side of the bed, his back to her. “What do you see?”
Hermione sat up in a state of confusion. “What?”
“On my back. What do you see?”
“Nothing.”
“The scars are gone.”
Hermione was so used to seeing them that she didn’t even notice them anymore. She had to do a double take to check. “You’re right. They’re gone." She ran her hand over his smooth skin. “What about your arm?”
The Dark Mark had left a strange jagged scar when Voldemort died. Draco’s looked the same. He’d already checked. “Gone.”
Hermione picked up his arm, seeing for herself. Nothing. Just the blue of his veins under his pale skin. “How’s your shoulder? Still stiff, or is it better too?”
Snape lifted his arm and rolled his neck once. “It’s fine. My neck is fine too.”
Hermione wrapped her arm around him and made him lie back. “The dark circles under your eyes are gone.”
“Thank you so much for noticing.”
She smiled and kissed his nose. “It scares me when you look that tired.”
“I’m certainly not tired now.”
“Me either. You want to go again?”
“Let’s go take another bath. I need to wash my cock and think.”
“Did the talismans make us better?”
“Talismans protect, they don’t heal. At least not that I’ve ever heard of.”
“Do you think you’ll be hard forever?”
He looked at her blankly for a few seconds then started laughing. “Sweet Circe, I hope not. I can’t teach a classroom full of teenagers with a hard-on stabbing me in the gut.”
“You did it when I was there.”
He smiled and rolled over on top of her. “That was for one hour, once or twice a week. Not twenty-four hours a day. Every day.”
“I fancy it,” she said, reaching down and pumping him a few times.
Snape snorted. “I can tell. Let’s go test its longevity.”
Hermione lifted her head and kissed him. “Can we sleep with it inside me?”
He smiled; her bright idea made his cock jump. “I love you.”
Hermione blushed brightly as she smiled at him. Her heart did a riotous dance in her chest. Pulling him down to her lips, she whispered, “I love you too,” as she kissed him.
A half an hour later, they made it across the hall to the tub, their lips raw and swollen and Hermione’s hair in a tangled knot.
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