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Trust	By : Merciless Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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CHAP 4

She awakened to his gentle caress, but once her eyes opened, he rolled away from her and left the bed, urging her toward haste. Struggling through layers of fatigue, her body sent her its opinions of a night spent with little sleep and too much exercise. She scrambled out of bed, less comfortable with her nudity than he appeared to be with his, and grabbed her clothes and dashed into his loo, finding him fully dressed when she came back out.

“We cannot act any differently toward each other,” he said.

“Not even just a slight thawing? After all, you did treat me with a bit more respect just before this started.”

“And that was noticed by everyone. We will be under increased scrutiny.”

“But surely no one will assume we are having an affair just because you decided to treat me with less disdain.”

“On the contrary. That is the first thing they will assume.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Is it? We are having an affair because I changed my manner towards you, Granger.”

“Oh. Yes, I see.”

“Good. Because they will as well. They are bored and jaded and have nothing better to do than speculate on the private lives of the rest of the staff. The smallest slip will create a week’s worth of tittering. A big slip will cost us our positions.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Now go.”

She nodded, unsure how to take her leave. Kiss him? A hug? Neither looked particularly welcome. He was cold and remote and intimidating.

She was a dreadful dominant.

She walked out of the bedroom, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the mantle to return to her private rooms. His hand covered hers and stopped her.

“Ignore my words. Disregard my actions,” he said in a quiet voice.

She turned to look at him, and he darted his head close and kissed her deeply, before stepping back. She watched him spin away and stride back into his bedroom.

The next week was spent in the usual manner. Hermione tended to the regular assortment of complaints and injuries, and dispensed the normal amounts of Pepperup and Skele-grow. She only saw Severus at meals, and he was back to his usual aloof self, nasty, spiteful, and humiliating, when he did deign to notice her.

The pointed looks and behind the hand whispers that she had only noticed after his warning, eventually withered away with nothing to feed them.

Everything was back to normal on the surface. A little too normal. When a first-year Slytherin appeared in her infirmary with a note from his Head of House requesting some Headache Remedy, she found herself more than a little upset that he hadn’t taken the opportunity as an excuse to come see her.

Didn’t he want to see her? He had said he did. Should she make the first move? And what would it be?

She really had no idea what to do, now that they had started... whatever it was they had started. She couldn’t help the way she let doubts creep in. A shockingly small amount of forethought went into this and now all she was left with was afterthought that would soon drive her demented.

“Are you alright, Hermione? You're looking a little peaky.”

Hermione lifted her head from her plate and smiled at Filius. “I’m fine. Perhaps a little tired. Your Ravenclaws did their level best to kill themselves during their Quidditch practice today and I’ve four of them upstairs.”

“My apologies. Mister Kraken found a new book on the physics of The Inverted Fwoop Roll and they all insisted on trying to prove it could be done.”

“They were rather unsuccessful.”

“Will they be alright for Saturday’s game?”

“Certainly. I was going to release them just after dinner. Based on the ongoing debate, I feared if I released them while there was still daylight, they would try again.”

Filius laughed and admitted to the possibility, and then launched into a reminiscence of his own attempts to prove the theory when he was a student.

Hermione did her level best to pay attention.

She finished her meal and returned to her office. After a quick diagnostic spell confirmed the newly knitted bones were doing well, she released her charges and made short work of changing the sheets on the beds. The rest of the night was quiet, only one fifth year came in looking for relief from her cramps, and so it was at exactly nine o’clock, she set her wards and closed the doors to the infirmary.

She headed to her rooms, located at the rear of the hospital wing, and pushed open her sitting room door with a sigh. She lifted her hands and began to unpin her hat, pushing her bedroom door open with her hip.

She stopped dead when she saw her reflection in the mirror over her dressing table. Snape was standing just behind her.

“I could do that, if you wish,” he said in a quiet voice.

She wanted to spin around and throw herself at him, but she refrained, too unsure of herself and this strange relationship they had developed. She took a deep breath, and plucked the last pin out, before pulling her nursing cap away.

“What else would you do if I wished?” she asked, sticking the last pin back into the hat before setting it on her chest of drawers.

He took a step until she could feel his heat behind her. “Anything,” he whispered.

She felt the power he had given her coil through her belly.

“You may undress me,” she said.

She watched him in the mirror as he licked his lips before deftly untying her pinny and stripping it away. He made short work of the buttons on the back of her robes. He pulled the dress off of her shoulders, leaning in to place a kiss on the exposed flesh. The power uncoiled from her belly and she pulled away.

“Without touching me,” she demanded in a quiet voice.

He looked at her and then down at her loose robes. Again he licked his lips, and when he nodded and reached out to her, his hand was trembling slightly. He took hold of the fabric and pulled it down off her arms and then went down on one knee and took hold of the skirts and pulled them to the floor.

“Stay down there,” she said, stepping out of her robes with a little kick that sent them to the corner. She backed away and sat down on her bed, wearing her slip, stockings and her favorite pointy little shoes. She was rarely without one or another of her collection, once she had discovered the secret of Cushioning Charms.

Snape sat back on his heels with an intoxicating look of vulnerable caution.

“Tell me, Severus. Have you been thinking of me since our last… interlude?”

He grimaced, but then set his shoulders. “Yes.”

“You don’t like to admit these things to me, do you?”

He shook his head.

“I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“No. I don’t like to admit to my personal thoughts.”

“But you will.”

He looked at her with a glint of mutiny on his eye, but she held his gaze and didn’t back down.

“I will.”

“Tell me. How many times have you masturbated since I left your chambers a week ago?”

He swallowed, his throat bobbing. His voice was almost inaudible when he replied. “At least twice a day. Some days more.”

She indulged in a wicked smile. He had her beat.

“I want to ask you to tell me what you were thinking about when you did. I want to know what sorts of thoughts arouse you, but I won’t. Not this time. I will in the future, when you are more comfortable. Tonight, I want you to show me.”

He looked startled, and then his face bloomed with color.

“Are you hard right now?”

Again, he looked stubborn for a moment, before biting out, “Yes,” between clenched teeth.

“Show me.”

He didn’t move. He just stayed on the floor sitting on his heels with his hands on his thighs, his gaze locked on the floor somewhere between them.

“Show me or leave, Severus.”

He darted a look at her and she saw the fear and worry before he looked down and let his hair cover his face completely. He pulled his robes apart and his hands fumbled with his belt and the placket of his trousers. He reached in and pulled out his half-limp cock.

“What made it go away, the thought of leaving? Or the thought of showing me?” she asked.

His hands curled into fists. "Showing you."

“Why? You know I find it beautiful. You should be proud to show it off.”

He looked at her with terrible memories trapped in his gaze.

She came up off the bed and walked over to him, leaning down and lifting his face up for a kiss.

“I will never laugh at you, Severus. I will never ridicule you.” She kissed him again, and she heard the quietest of moans catch in his throat. “Do you want to please me?”

“Yes,” he whispered fiercely.

“I would be very pleased if you did this for me.”

He leaned forward and stole another kiss, and she let him, before backing away again. She sat on the bed, her legs spread just wide enough, and her slip hitched up just far enough, so that she knew she was offering him a glimpse of her plum-colored knickers beyond the edges of her thigh-high stockings.

His face flushed, and his hands began working.

“Have you already come today?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I did as well. I woke up throbbing with need, Severus. I woke up hungry for your cock. I had to play with myself before I could even leave the room to face the day.”

Her words had the expected effect and his cock grew to its full potential as he stroked it.

“When did you take yourself in hand, Severus? Was it when you woke up?”

His eyes were starting to smolder, and his breaths were becoming more labored. “Yes. The first time. I always wake up hard. Before I could always just ignore it. Now I cannot resist. Thoughts of you consume me, Granger.”

She felt herself throb and reached down and stroked herself through her knickers.

His hands were getting busier, one hand circling the base while the other stroked over his length, pulling his foreskin slightly on the backstroke. His touch wasn’t the rough tugging she had first seen. She wondered if this was because he had remembered she didn’t like it.

She called her wand from the pocket of her discarded dress and used it to levitate her hand cream until it was resting on the floor next to him.

He reached for it and in a moment he was smearing it on his cock.

“Tell me about the second time,” she commanded.

He sighed, as his hands worked his length with wet, glicking noises.

“It was after I saw you with those injured Ravenclaws. You were so calm. So capable. So in command of the situation. I grew hard watching you. Knowing what you had done to me. I was enflamed by the knowledge that the calm and controlled Miss Granger had…”

“Had fucked you?” she ventured.

“Yesss. Gods, Granger. I want to do that again. I want you to do that to me. I want—” He cut off his words and blushed.

“I will give you what you want, Severus. Together, we will explore what you want, so you can find the words to tell me. Right now, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

She leaned back on her elbows and pulled up her slip, revealing her thong. “I want you to lick me until I come. And then I want you to come all over me.”

He groaned and began to shuffle forward on his knees, with his trousers sliding down and his rampant cock bouncing with each step. She hadn’t expected it, but the sight was incredible. She knew she would be seeing him crawl on his knees a lot more in the future.

He took hold of her legs and lifted them up, knees together, and kissed the cheeks of her bum, licking and gently biting them before pulling her thong off and sliding it up her legs. When it was gone, he brought her legs back down and rested them on his shoulders. He stroked her, and she watched as he stared at her fanny as if trying to memorize every detail.

“I like it this way,” he said, running his hand through her short curls. “I prefer a woman who doesn’t resemble a prepubescent girl.”

“I'm glad you approve,” she said with a smile.

He flashed her a smirk. “I think a hairless cunt resembles a boned chicken waiting for the pot.”

“Some men prefer the feel.”

Again he gave her a smirk, this one with more behind it. “I am not most men.”

His look held a reminder of the dominant Snape hiding under the surface, and she sighed.

“I am extremely aware of that. If you were, you would not be kneeling between my thighs.”

She felt his body shudder under her knees and his eyes seemed to glaze over as he turned his attention to his task. He flattened his tongue against her and licked her like she was made of ice cream, before leaning back and pulling her apart with his fingers.

She watched him through heavy lids, her eyes drinking in the incredible sight of Snape between her legs, pleasuring her with his eyes closed in ecstasy, and her mind supplying a plethora of memories of this same man castigating her when she was a student. Her belly rolled and she moaned.

How many of his classes had she stormed out of in fury? How many times had this man driven her to tears? Oh, she understood why he had done it, but that didn’t change the heady feeling of reckoning that he was now on his knees with his trousers around his ankles while he ate her out.

She wondered what he thought about that. Did the fact that she was a former student play a part in this for him as well? It was certainly a big part for her. Not that she had been aware of that until after they had stumbled over their mutual kink. But now that they had, she was honest enough to admit that the idea of dominating this man was directly related to her left-over feelings of insignificance associated with him.

She would have to ask him; certainly school uniforms would be easy to come by.

Until then, she would take her pleasure from his talented mouth and dexterous fingers and replay every slight in her mind, while he greedily lapped up her liquid pleasure. Revenge didn’t have to be cruel at all.

She dropped her head back on the bed and moaned, as she heard him start to wank again. Gods, how glorious was this? She began to squirm, unable to hold still any longer as her arousal shifted into high gear. When he slipped two of his fingers inside of her she cried out.

He pulled away from her growled, “Let me fuck you, Granger.”

She thrashed on the bed as he curled those fingers insides of her, playing with her bundle of nerves. “No.”

“Why? You want it! You need it! Gods, look at you. Let me fuck you. I could make it so good for you!”

“I know you could!” she cried, as he added a third finger and fucked her. “I want your cock. I love your thick cock! But no… Make me come!”

He growled with frustration, but leaned his face down and sucked on her clit, pulling it tight between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.

“Yes! Oh, gods, yes! Fuck, Severus. You are so good. You are so—” Her orgasm was so intense she wailed incoherently. He groaned, his baritone moan of pleasure intensifying her peak.

She felt his hand slip out of her and opened her eyes to see him stand up and grab his thick cock.

His face was wild with passion, and he pumped himself furiously. “Fuck, Granger! You're such a hot— Oh, gods, I’m going to—“ She pulled her slip up quickly, exposing her belly and breasts, and he cried out and convulsed, dropping one hand down onto the bed next to her as he bucked his hips. His eyes shifted from her body to her eyes, and his mouth dropped open from whatever it was he saw. “You want me,” he whispered. “You want me…” His words dissolved into a long moan, as he shot hot spurts of cum all over her belly.

Hermione reached up and gathered him in as he collapsed onto the bed. She stroked his hair out of his face as he struggled to catch his breath.

“I have never wanted a man as much as I want you, Severus. I have never felt such a degree of absolute desire before. In fact, I honestly cannot recall what I did feel the last time I was with a man. It was certainly nothing compared to this, and makes me wonder what the point of anything lesser was.”

He lifted his head and gave her a look of fierce joy.

“We will fuck, Severus. We will fuck many, many times. Tonight, I wanted to revel in the desire.”

He smiled. Not a smirk, and not a grin, just a simple, soulful smile. She thought she might just become addicted to post-orgasmic Snape. He was so gentle in these moments. He brushed his hand across her forehead.

“Can you stay?” she asked.

“No,” he said softly. “I have to go patrol the halls.”

She wrinkled her nose, but didn’t protest. He leaned forward and kissed her gently.

“I could…” He looked at a spot on the bed next to her head. “I could come back when I am through, if you would like.”

“You know where to find me, although I have to admit I don’t think I will manage to stay awake much longer. You have a way of blowing my mind to the point of being useless.”

He smirked and then pulled away. “I would be gone for a couple of hours.”

She followed him up off the bed and helped him clean off his robes, as he pulled himself back together.

“Well, as I said, you know where you will find me, but I will be useless for much more than a snoring partner.”

He gave her a strange look that she didn’t know how to interpret, before he headed out of her bedroom and over to her Floo. “Sleep well, Hermione.”

She gave him a little wave, still awkward with the process of leaving each other.

After he was gone, she took a quick shower, dried her hair with a charm, threw a long t-shirt over her head, and crawled into bed.

She slept like the dead.

When her chime sounded at six the next morning, she opened her eyes to find a naked Severus Snape wrapped around her like a vine.
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