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Getting Personal	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 38186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: Merlin’s bloody balls. Editing two chapters in one week was a bit more than I bargained for. It probably wouldn’t have been so difficult if I hadn’t rewritten like 75% of it. I have a bad feeling I’m going to go through the same thing with 7 & 8. I better start making some notes on them while I edit 6. I hope you all like these two chapters. And I appreciate all the reviews and ratings. Many thanks for reading.
LRB: Thank you for following the story. I hope you like what's to come.
Baskinam: Yay! Making my stories hot is important to me. Thank you for the review, and I hope you had fun.
Trelweny: Oh God. That cracked me up. Glad you enjoyed it.
Chantal: Thank you for the review, and I hope you like the rest of the story. He’s not quite ready to kiss her yet. Good things come to those who wait. (I think you’ll enjoy chapter 5.)
BellaPrincipessa: First I want to thank you for your reviews. They are thoughtful and I appreciate the time you put into them. Second: Yeeeeees! You nailed exactly what I set out to do differently in this story. While she is 18 in TMG, she is extremely inexperienced; and while it does get rough sometimes, he never does anything she doesn't want, she just doesn't know that she wants it until he does it. (Which is a perk of sleeping with a Legilimens.) This time I wanted her to know what she wanted, and I wanted them to be on more even footing from the start of the story. Sexually he still has some things to show her, but overall the relationship is more adult. She's a woman, not a girl becoming a woman.

I have jotted down a few things for a Snape/Lucius/Hermione story. I still don't know if it's ever going to turn into anything (I have lots of jottings). But I am still thinking about it.
tigerrose110203: Thank you so much. I hope I don’t disappoint.

4 — Try a Little Tenderness
The day was frigid and grey, but Severus felt like a new man. He ducked his head into the whistling wind, smiling to himself behind his high collar. His fireplace had been set to ward itself after he’d used it, so he had to Apparate to the front gates. It was a bitterly cold walk to the castle, and it felt even colder when he remembered how warm she’d been in his arms that morning. He had been worried that things would be awkward between them in the harsh light of day, but she seemed to relish waking up next to him, cuddling in even closer and stroking his chest as if she never wanted to leave.
It had been one of the best mornings of his life.
She’d asked if it was all right if she wrote him during the week to check in. He'd told her he preferred her letters over Murtlap essays any day. The truth was her letters gave him something to look forward to. They were the bright spot in his day. He kept that bit of information to himself.
He was looking forward to their next meeting. Grown up Granger was much more thought provoking than swotty Granger. She wasn’t the annoying know-it-all she’d been as a student. She was an intelligent woman. Attractive. She might have some deep-seated guilt, but that one shortcoming wasn’t a detraction in his books. It was something he could understand—something they shared. If anything, it endeared her to him more.
She’d taken to his discipline like a Grindylow to water. There had been that one snag concerning her bedtime, but he knew she would go to sleep early that night. She was dying to please him. He had a feeling her desire to impress was heightened because of who he was. There was some secret thrill for her that he was her former professor. Her yearnings to prove herself in school were finding some twisted success all these years later. She wasn’t just getting a dom, she was getting her schoolgirl fantasies complete with built-in professor. Six years of seeking his praise would finally yield the outcome she sought.
Her letters had prepared him for her guilt concerning the war, but he hadn’t foreseen the colossal clusterfuck surrounding her parents. He didn’t know if he could ever ease her mind over such a catastrophe. He’d always just assumed that the Golden Trio were living happily ever after. He didn’t want hear about the amazing Granger and her perfect life. To find her just as damaged as him made him see her in a whole new light.
She was human, subject to pain and insecurities and self-destruction. Without her overstock of motivation, she might have traveled a much darker road. Work was her Firewhisky. Instead of finding herself at the bottom of a bottle, she’d taken to numbing herself with her career. That wasn’t entirely healthy. She was going to wind up dropping from exhaustion in a few years when her body stopped repairing so quickly. And if they were to continue the route they were going, he needed to be careful or he would wind up becoming her fix. Balance was going to be key with her.
The sex had been fantastic, but he was most delighted by her enthusiasm. She seemed an odd mixture of experience and naïveté, lust and curiosity. That hand job had been one of the best of his life. And that seemed a strange thing for him to focus on. He couldn’t even remember the last time another witch had performed such an act. And the way she’d licked him—it made his balls twitch just thinking about it. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had more talented witches sucking on his knob, it was that she was so absorbed in it—so fixated on his response. He was touched by her effort.
Sleeping the night with her had been less awkward than he’d anticipated. She’d been perfectly happy to curl up next to him and let him sleep. There was no incessant talking or barrage of questions. Her body was warm and soft. The experience had been much more pleasant than he ever remembered. He’d pulled her to him without giving it much thought. Soothing her had become automatic by the end of the night. But once she was there, with her head on his shoulder, he'd started to wonder if he’d done it for himself. He certainly wasn’t repulsed by the affection as he had been with other lovers. Was it her, or was he just getting old? He’d never heard of any kind of “need to cuddle” accompanying an increase in age. Was he really that different since the war? Had the freedom from possible death snapped his sanity? While everyone else’s life had been damaged by the final battle, his had been liberated. He’d risked his life and come out the other side with nothing left to lose.
Perhaps that was what had kept him so reclusive after the war. There was a certain safety in his solitude. He’d spent years on the verge of losing everything. It was nice to be in a place where no one could harm him. Answering her ad had been his first act of bravery since the war. If she hadn't responded or decided he wasn’t right for her, he would have been able to just brush it off and move on. It would have been nothing. But now he had something. Something he didn’t want to lose just yet. That worried him. Someone else was in control of his happiness. If she left him, he could always go find another witch; but it wouldn’t be the same. Granger was a good fit for him. They understood each other.
“Al’right there, Perfesser?” Hagrid asked from behind him.
Severus realized he’d been staring at the front doors for several minutes without moving. Turning, he nodded at the half-giant and his slobbering hulk of a dog, Fang II. “Just getting some air.”
Hagrid’s bushy brows rose in surprise, and he looked up at the grey sky. “Well, I hope yeh got all y'needed. Storm’s commin’. Maybe snow.”
Snape pulled open the door. Hagrid was right. Maybe snow. He wouldn’t let down his guard completely. She might leave him stranded in a blizzard one day.

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Hermione went home after stopping at the Potter’s to check in with Ginny. They’d had a quick whispered conversation in the kitchen, where Hermione had given her the abbreviated version of the previous night. They had to keep the conversation short. James and Harry were having a rowdy game of horsey rides, and James kept calling for Mummy to come save him. When he saw Hermione, he told her she could be his cowgirl and ride Daddy next. Ginny was snorting into her tea towel for five minutes; Harry managed to rein it in after only two. Hermione told James she had to go home and check on Crookshanks but that they could play next time she came over. He said Crookshanks could come over too; he could be the cow. She kissed him goodbye and promised to suggest it to Crooks later.
She didn't tell James that Crooks was getting too old to play much of anything. Immobile boulder might be his limit.
Hermione opened her front door and called out, “Crookshanks, I’m home.”
The was no immediate reply, but it took him longer to respond these days.
She found him sprawled out on the kitchen floor in a block of sunlight. “There you are.” Kneeling down, she stroked his bushy fur. “Did you miss me?”
“Maow,” he croaked.
Hermione grinned. “Want some breakfast?” Getting out his food, she refilled his bowl. It wasn’t empty yet, but she could top him off. “You’ll never guess who my pirate really was.”
Crookshanks didn’t seem surprised by her big reveal at all. He ate his food while she spilled out the story in a melodramatic torrent. His ears twitched at the sound of her voice, but when he'd had his fill of Kitty Cuisine, he flopped back down and went to sleep as if he’d been worn out by the excitement of it all.
Hermione smiled at the soft growly purring that accompanied the rise and fall of his sleepy breathing. He sounded like Snape. She left him to his cat nap and went to get the reports she’d brought from work. Sitting at the table, she flew through them in record time. Apparently sex made her more productive.
She felt too amazing to sit still, so she figured she’d clean the flat. Again. It was a little obsessive, but it would keep her hands busy. She was a bit sore, but that just made her think about Snape while she worked. Her pussy hummed with residual pleasure so that every bend and stretch reminded her of his cock. Cleaning the bathroom floor on her hands and knees brought back memories of being in the same position with him. She could practically feel him inside her again. Her eyes drifted closed, and she didn’t even realize she’d finished the floor until she found herself in the hallway with no more tile to scrub.
She did the kitchen next, mopping a path around Crook’s sleeping body. She kept seeing Snape’s face in the soapy water. He’d actually smiled at her. Had she ever seen him smile before? It was a good look on him. She grinned to herself as she worked. Who would have guessed that her snarkiest professor would be such a boon to her mental state? She was astounded by her own sense of well-being.
After she cooked the food she needed for the coming week, she made dinner and ate. Then she cleaned up everything all over again.
Running herself a hot bath, Hermione sank into the water. She replayed the way he’d held her after her spanking, hearing the rumble of his voice in her ear assuring her she would be all right. She hadn’t expected him to push so hard about her guilt from the war, but she was impressed that he’d made her feel so much better about things. That man could have saved her years of therapy. She hadn’t abandoned the self-blame or anything, but she did feel considerably lighter. Something had changed in her for the better, and she was so bloody relieved she felt like celebrating.
The bath soothed her tired muscled, but she couldn’t concentrate on her book. Giving up on it, she summoned a quill and some parchment and used her book as a desk. Hermes, her Ministry appointed owl, would take the letter for her when he got home. He was probably out hunting. His perch had been empty when she cleaned his cage that evening. She always kept the back window open for him so he could come and go as he pleased. He was an aloof bird, who made it seem as if she was interrupting his life with her requests for delivery. She had a feeling he was returning to his former owner when he wasn’t sleeping in her mudroom.
Dear Severus,
I know I just saw you this morning and it's probably too soon to write, but I wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate what you did for me. This is the best I have felt in such a long time. My pussy’s all sore, and my bum is still tingling. It’s perfect.
You’ll be very proud of me. It’s only nine and I’m already taking my bath. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep, but I’m going to get out soon and go read until I get groggy.
Okay, I lied. I’m going to touch myself. I do have a book, but it’s spanking themed (hence the touching). I can’t stop thinking about what you did to me. Not just the sex and the spanking, but the way you took care of me. Just having your dick in my hand made me feel better. Is that strange?
I think it’s going to take me the whole week just to get my vagina back in working order. I can’t wait for you to destroy it again.
Hoping for early sleep,

Hermione

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Miss Granger,
It’s not too soon. I told you you could write me whenever you like. It certainly made my night more pleasant.
You don’t need me to be proud of you. You know you’re doing the right thing. I never had any doubt that you would do as I asked. You’re an intelligent witch; you know how important sleep is for your health.
You don’t need to lie about your self-pleasure. I like hearing about it. You are practicing some different positions, aren’t you? Practice makes perfect.
I’m glad you found our time together so beneficial. As your dominant/lover, your well-being is important to me. Knowing what had the greatest effect on you will help me in the future. And no, it is not strange that you felt better having your hand wrapped around my dick. It’s magical. It has the same effect on me.
If your pussy isn’t better in a couple of days, tell me and I’ll send you something. While I look forward to sinking into your sweet little snatch again, I can’t do so in good conscience if you’re not completely healed from the last time.
I’ll send you some books this evening. They should inspire your nightly date with your fingers.
My first class is about to start. If you don’t hear from me by nine, I’m in the hospital wing having cauldron shrapnel plucked from my scarred body. I don’t think these idiots have made it more than ten days without some kind of explosion.
—SS
P.S. I am proud of you.

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Dear Severus,
These books are fabulous. Thank you.
Did you escape injury today, or did Madam Pomfrey help you send these? I hope you made it through unscathed; I like all your pieces in their original arrangement.
My vagina was a bit better today. It wasn’t uncomfortable to sit or anything. I got a new case at work—domestic violence involving a house-elf. House-elf cases are always hard. They start to think the abuse is part of their job, and they don’t like leaving the family. We’ll do a home visit tomorrow and find out what we’re working with. Hopefully all it will take is a warning.
I fell asleep last night at about one. It’s almost eleven now, and I promise I’m going to bed right after I send this. Thanks to you I have plenty to read now to pass the time. Crookshanks thinks I’m sick. He keeps walking past my door and eyeing me. I keep telling him I’m fine, but he won’t come in the room till his usual time.
And you were right, it’s hard to climax in positions I’m not used to. I’ll keep trying.
Night,

Hermione

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Hermione,
I managed to avoid the hospital wing. The explosion was nowhere near me. Forgetfulness potions won’t be forgotten anytime soon. The entire dungeon reeks of scorched mistletoe. It’s revolting.
Be careful masturbating until your pussy feels better. No insertion. I’ll have you practice riding once you’ve gotten used to the new positions. Have you tried fingering your bottom when you find it difficult to reach orgasm? It certainly lit a fire under you the other night.
I hope you are successful with your house-elf. Be careful when you go out. Someone who abuses a house-elf is likely to be violent in other aspects of their life.
Be safe,

Severus

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Dear Severus,
You were right about the man we visited today. What an insufferable brute. He had absolutely no remorse about what he’d done. We took the house-elf with us. You could tell he was relived to leave, but he kept trying to harm himself. A mediwitch is looking after him and keeping him sedated until we can work something out.
I do NOT want to send him back to that house, but house-elves are hard to convince even when it’s in their best interests. I told him I could get him a job with a lovely family who wouldn’t beat him and would appreciate his contribution. He was crying and pulling his ears too hard to hear me. Unless we can get his old family to present him with clothes, I don’t think we’ll be able to persuade him to relocate.
I feel like screaming. Or crying. You should see the marks on him. They’re horrifying. And I know he hits himself after he gets beaten by that awful man. He thinks he’s doing something wrong. But he’s the sweetest thing. He’s literally dying to please that psycho. Maybe I should just take him to the replacement family’s house and let him meet them. They’re a perfect fit. They’d treat him like one of their own.
It’s 11:30 and I’m not in bed yet. But I’m going as soon as I write this. I didn’t fall asleep until sometime after 12:45 last night. (That was the last time I checked the clock.) I’m worried I’m not going to be able to sleep. I’m going to have nightmares about that bastard’s cocky smile when we told him we were taking his elf. I think he wanted to smack me across the room. I wish he would have tried something. I’ve got a Shielding Charm that would have knocked him through the wall. (And if he'd attacked me, he'd be sitting in Azkaban, and that elf would be safe.)
I wish you were here right now. I’m all tense and angry. I’m going to go rub my clit until it falls off. Maybe that’ll calm me down.
I need to see you soon,

Hermione

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Miss Granger,
The soonest I can meet you is Friday evening. So unless you want to everyone to see you coming and going from my rooms, you need to find a way to put that anger to good use and then let go of it. Anger is not bad; it tells us what things need to be changed and gives us the fire to do so. But letting it leech into the rest of your life is not healthy. (Trust me, I have firsthand knowledge of this.)
You haven’t been disobedient, but you allowed your day to augment your plan to adjust your sleeping. You were on your way to going to bed at a decent hour, but last night you went in the wrong direction. That is not acceptable. I expect you to be in bed by 11:15 at the latest.
Tonight, before you go to sleep, I want you to lie quietly for ten minutes (or longer) and think about being over my knee. This isn’t a punishment. I want you to imagine every step in detail: you asking for your spanking, me taking down your knickers, you getting over my lap, my hand on your backside. Use your overactive brain to picture it all. I know you’ll find it arousing, and that’s fine; but I want you focusing on that scene. If your mind wanders to other thoughts, let them go and return to your spanking.
Taking out your frustrations on your poor defenseless clitoris is no way to solve the problem (and I would miss it terribly). Don’t punish yourself. That’s my job.
Your story about your case is a sad one. I have no patience for witches or wizards who demonstrate no control. That man is a monster, and I hope you did not visit his home on your own. (Are you under any kind of protection?) House-elves are a complicated breed. I don’t know if introducing him to another family would work or not. He won’t be able to stop thinking about his “real” family until all ties are severed and clothing is presented. And even then it will take some time for him to transition to the idea of serving others.
I hope the parallels of that elf’s self-blame and your own psychological issues are not lost on you. I’m relieved you’re angry at the right person this time.
Go to bed,
Severus
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Dear Severus,
I’ll do what you asked me to tonight before I go to sleep. It’s only 10:30 now. I’ll be in bed before eleven. I‘m starting to lose my spanking mojo. Today was not good. Barnabas, the house-elf, was so distraught they had to sedate him again. I’m scared we’re going to have to take him back to that frightful house. He told me (before slamming his head into the wall) that the abuse has been going on for years. Seeing him fight to stay miserable is heart-wrenching.
Maybe you’re right about me being similar to him. I would never stay with an abusive man, but he does blame himself for things that are beyond his control. I hope you never have to hold me down and sedate me because I’m mad with guilt and trying to rip off my own ears.
I do want to see you Friday evening. I have to go to a formal dinner at the Ministry that night, so I won’t have long. But if you have the time, I need something. I’m not sure what. I can see you all day on either Saturday or Sunday. Or both.
My pussy seems better. I haven’t tried to put anything in there yet, but it doesn’t ache anymore.
I promise I’m being good.
Please help me,

Hermione

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Dear Hermione,
I know you’re being good. There was never any question of that. I'll help you in whatever way I can. Just tell me what you need. The time and place are completely up to you. You can come here, or I can come to your flat; or we can go to The Leaky Cauldron again if you like. If you need to be somewhere later, it would probably be best to use your flat.
I'm pleased you're asking for help. It's good that you know your limits. I understand that you're worried about Barnabas, but your own sanity should take precedence.
My last class on Friday ends at 3:45.
Let me know how much time we'll have together.
—Severus

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Dear Severus,
I felt a little better after I thought about you spanking me like you asked me to. I came several times afterward and then went to sleep. My fingers pale in comparison to your tongue. I miss your face between my thighs.
I'll be home from work at 5:30 on Friday. But I have to leave at seven for the dinner. Harry is coming over to take me, and I have to get ready before he gets here. That doesn't leave us a lot of time. Maybe 45 minutes. Maybe less. I have no idea what I need. Maybe I just need to see you. Is that okay?
I miss you,

Hermione

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Hermione,
I'll be at your door at 5:30. I'm looking forward to seeing you too.
Until later,

Severus

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Hermione dashed from the Apparition point through the street toward her flat. Even from a distance, she could see his black shadow at her doorstep. Her heart leapt immediately into overdrive. She was so relieved to see him. Quickening her step, she almost jogged the rest of the way.
"You're here," she said with a smile as she came down the walk.
He took in her frazzled appearance. She looked worn out but happy to see him. "I said I would be."
"Come in," she said, unlocking the door. "Just give me a minute to change my clothes."
Severus followed her into her tiny flat. She hadn't been exaggerating about its size or its cleanliness. She set all her things down next to the door and hung up her cloak. Catching her wrist, he stopped her before she could bustle off to her room. She blinked up at him as he pulled her closer.
Hermione stared into his eyes. It felt as if he were scanning her soul. She was penetrated to the core, and he wasn't even inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, and Hermione leaned into his chest, sinking into his embrace. A sense of peace settled over her like a beam of light, easing her back from the sharp edge of anxiety. She pressed her nose to his itchy frock coat and took a deep breath. He smelled like cauldrons and sex. It made her calm and horny all in one breath.
Severus wasn't fooled by her smile. She was running on empty. Her smart business suit and Ministry robes didn't mask the nervous determination rolling off her like musk. Either this house-elf case was wearing her thin, or she'd previously been so high on adrenaline with him that he'd missed how tired she was. Her arms tightened around him, squeezing his kidneys into his lungs. He was surprised how much he fancied the rearrangement.
"You don't need to change," he told her. "You look fine. Unless by change you meant take off all your clothes."
Hermione smiled. "I really just wanted the loo. Do you want me take off all my clothes?"
His lips twitched, and he ran one hand down her back. "Inspections are done in the nude. Go ahead. I'll let you get settled. Call me when you're ready."
Hermione nodded and forced herself let go. She headed to the bathroom, intending to take the world's fastest shower before they went any further.
Severus watched her go then removed his cloak and hung it next to hers. He did a slow walk around her flat, discovering her sparkling kitchen and the rest of the front room in less than thirty seconds. She could probably give him a guided tour in under one minute. There were several pictures of a middle-aged couple on the wall, and he guessed they were her parents. The woman looked vaguely like Hermione, and the man had her hair color. They seemed nice. Happy. He wondered how long they'd been married. In the pictures closest to the kitchen, Hermione at various ages was posing with them, hugging them, opening presents some Christmas morning, riding a bike as her father ran along side her. They looked like a typical family. Severus had no idea what that was like. He would have killed for typical as a child.
An orange tumbleweed appeared at the kitchen door. Severus raised one eyebrow as the wizened feline stared him down. Wasn't that her cat when she was at school? How could that thing still be alive? It had to have some magical blood in it. “Crookshanks, I presume."
Crookshanks slowly circled him, never looking away. Snape started to feel as if he were on trial again. The cat came a little closer, sniffing his boots. After one final discerning glare, Crookshanks meowed at him. Severus was surprised dust didn't puff out of its mouth with the sound. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the cat was rubbing against his leg, purring like an antique motor. Apparently he'd been deemed acceptable.
"He likes you," Hermione said from behind him.
"What a relief," he replied dryly, turning to find her in a maroon bathrobe. "Are you ready?"
"Yes. Let's go to my bedroom. There's more space in there."
Thank heavens. He could scarcely breathe, and he didn't want the kitty Wizengamot for an audience. “Lead the way.”
He followed her down the short hall to her room. The walls were a soft lilac, and the bedspread was a nice white eyelet design. Everything was at right angles and there wasn’t a thing left sitting out except a book on the white lacquered nightstand. Now he would have a much more accurate image when he pictured her rubbing her clit at night. The bed was lower to the ground than his, but it would make sitting on the edge easier. She had floaty curtains up over the window, and she had a window shade she could pull down at night. The decor was feminine but in a way that didn’t make him want to retch.
Hermione watched his face closely as he took in their surroundings. She’d never really thought about Severus Snape visiting her bedroom. He stuck out like a coal-darkened sore thumb. His face revealed nothing. He might like her room; he might hate it. Just when she was about to invite him to sit on the bed, he turned to her and pulled her to stand directly in front of him. His eyes burned into hers just like before, and Hermione swallowed hard, hoping to dislodge the ball of nerves stuck in her throat. Never breaking eye contact, he slid his hands to her waist and began to untie the sash of her robe. Her stomach quivered. Being undressed by Severus Snape was quite an experience. She wished she had on more so he’d have to keep going.
Severus eased her robe off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor. She was bare underneath, and he peripherally ogled her as he stared into her eyes. She was nervous but willing. He liked that she was so ready to let him take over, but he didn’t want her to be anxious. The whole point of him coming over was to help her feel better. He slid his hand along the side of her face, hoping his touch would calm her as it had before. “I want you on the bed on your hands and knees. I know you're ready to show me that naughty little bottom again.”
She was more than ready. She dashed to the bed and spread her legs so he could see everything.
Snape smiled softly at her eager display. He carefully ran his hands over her bum, checking to see how she had healed. Her skin seemed to be back to normal, no visible discoloration. “Very nice, Miss Granger. How does your pussy feel?”
Hermione squirmed as he gently parted her labia. Cool air breezed over her dampening slit. “It feels fine, sir.”
Severus held back his grin. She’d fallen right back into character, calling him sir without any prompting. That gave him a clue to what she needed. “Let’s see that little bottom hole. Did you get nice and clean in the shower?”
Hermione’s face went hot with embarrassment as he spread her cheeks. She could feel his eyes running over her backdoor. “Yes, sir.”
“It looks as if you scrubbed it raw.”
“You said you wanted it clean.”
He smirked. “There are spells for such things. But I like your effort. This is adorable.”
Hermione almost jolted off the bed when he placed a soft kiss to the top of her crack, his nose sending a ghost of air over her tailbone. Goose pimples sprang up along the backs of her legs.
“Just relax,” he murmured.
Couching down, he held her open and inspected her clit. Gently pulling back the prepuce, he smirked at her swelling bulb. He wanted to lick that little nub until she screamed his name. All in good time. Spreading her inner petals so he could see her entrance, he checked for himself that she was completely healed. “Everything looks satisfactory.”
She’d never had her pussy described as satisfactory. Is that an insult or a compliment?
“I want you to stand up and look me in the eye,” he said quietly. “Let me sit down.”
Hermione edged off the bed and watched him take a seat. He spread his legs and took her hand, pulling her into his personal space.
When she was looking in his eyes, Snape murmured, “I know what you need, but I want you to think about it for yourself. You should always be aware of your needs. They can’t be met if you're not conscious of them.”
“Anything?”
His lips twitched. “Anything.”
“I’d like it if you spanked me . . . but not hard, just enough to warm me up. But I’d also like you to hug me again.”
She needed a bit more than that. Putting his hands on both her hips, he pulled her flush against him so her chest was in his face. Kissing the valley in the center, he murmured into her soft skin, “Do we have forty minutes?”
Hermione checked the clock, shivering as he nuzzled the side of her right breast. “Yes, sir.”
“Then I think you’d better ask me properly and get over my knee so we can start.”
Her mouth went dry. For some reason asking for a spanking was so much harder than anything else even though it was what she wanted most. Her voice wavered, "Please, sir, I need you to put me over your knee and spank my bare bottom. I didn’t do anything wrong, so I guess I just need it for maintenance.”
Severus smiled. She’d remembered everything he’d told her last time about altering her request. “That was perfect, Miss Granger. If you’re not being punished for anything, the reason is simply because you need it. All right, get over my knee. But first, hand me that slipper.”
Hermione looked over at her fuzzy slippers just barely peeking from beneath the bed. The man had eyes like a hawk. She bent over and picked up the left one, smiling as his hand ghosted over her bum. The slipper’s sole was thicker and rubberier than she’d ever noticed before.
Snape took it from her and set it on the bed. “One leg on either side of mine, just like last time.”
She straddled his leg and settled into place, facing the pillows at the head of the bed. He wrapped one arm around her waist and smoothed his hand over her backside. He started immediately, smacking her bum so lightly she could barely feel it. Slowly, the strength built, and he fell into an easygoing rhythm. The steady beat lulled her into a hazy world of stinging slaps and creaming sex.
Severus watched her hips writhe and buck against his leg as she whimpered out soft mews of contentment. The slaps might sting, but she wasn’t in pain. He would use both the clock and the deepening pink of her cheeks to determine when he was done. Right. Left. Right. Left. The entire surface of her wiggling backside turned the most lovely shade. It complemented the decor.
Silent tears leaked down Hermione's face. She wasn’t sobbing or anything, but her eyes were overflowing as if her body had hit a release valve. Crying while relaxed was a totally bizarre experience. Almost as strange as when she’d cried during sex.
Severus stopped after five minutes and rubbed her bum, using both hands to spread her open. He could smell her even before he saw the liquid lining her cranny. “I can see how much you love my hand, but it’s time for the slipper.”
A finger slipped inside her, and Hermione gasped at the sensation. He pulled out and went down to tickle her clit. Pleasure bolted through her, and she groaned and bucked into his palm.
“That’s it,” he rumbled. “Let me see that pussy shine.”
He picked up the slipper and held it by the heel, smacking his hand once to test the sting. “This is nice.”
He tapped the curve of her backside with the flat rubber sole. A muted, hollow pop sounded with the first hit. She moaned and ground her pussy into his knee. Each new lick brought a louder moan and a more furious undulation. Her cheeks wobbled and twitched. He fell into a trance watching her dance.
The heat in her rump raced through her body, searching for an outlet. Her pussy knew just where to let off some steam. The faster he slapped her, the faster her pelvis ground into his leg. The heat and friction all built to a crescendo, and she gasped as her pussy spasmed in defeat, washed away in a tidal wave of fire. “Unnnnnh!”
Snape smirked at how easily she'd come. When she went still, he set the slipper on the bed and gently rubbed her soaked slit. His fingers were drenched. “It seems you're just as fond of the slipper as you are of my hand.”
Hermione could hear the grin in his words. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. But we’re not done here yet. Keep those legs spread.”
He slid two fingers into her juicy folds and started to pump slowly in and out of her. Her channel was snug around his fingers, her interior swollen with excitement. He turned slightly to get a better angle and curled his fingers against the bumpy patch along the front wall. A loud sloshing belied her readiness for more. “Just relax.”
Hermione forced her body to stop clenching. The pressure inside her was uncomfortably full. He started to seriously stroke her, and her eyes leaked in time with her pussy. “Mm-m-m-m!”
“I know,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers curled faster, and her abdominals flexed in an involuntarily spasm. He kept going, giving her no chance to breathe. “Sir!”
He stroked her side. “It’s all right. Let it out.”
She came hard, her entire body convulsing and going rigid. The relief was mind-numbing.
Severus smiled as she came again. His trousers were going to be drenched. Give me more, little girl. He wanted a tactile reminder of her surrender all over his leg.
“That’s it,” he purred.
Hermione’s body went limp. All the anger and tension had been wrung out of her. “Thank you, sir.”
He pulled his fingers from her honey pot and licked them clean. His eyes closed in delight. We have got to see each other more often. When his hand was clean, he set it on her round backside and patted her cheek. “That was excellent, Miss Granger. Come up here and sit in my lap.”
Hermione got her loose limbs to work with her, and she climbed up and curled into his lap, keeping her burning bum hanging off to the side. She could feel a wet patch on his trousers where she’d leaked all over him. Her face flamed, but he wrapped his arms around her and held her even closer, keeping her in place.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“About what?”
“Your trousers.”
He chuckled and brushed his cheek against her forehead. “They’re fine. I told you, I love seeing you soaked.”
Hermione smiled and put her arms around him. He really meant that.
“Now, we have seventeen more minutes until you have to go get ready,” he told her. “I want you to tell me how your day was.”
Hermione sighed and absently stroked the scars on his neck. “Not good. Barnabas begged us to take him back home. He didn’t want to meet the Flimpett family at all.”
Snape closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to keep himself in check. Her soft petting was going straight to his cock. “Did you take him back?”
“No. We talked him into waiting one more day.”
“Have you looked to see if his owner has a record? Maybe there’s something else he could be taken in for that would keep him out of the picture.”
“I was going to ask Harry about that tonight.”
“If he’s abusing his house-elf, his wife and children probably aren’t safe.”
“She already left him. She’s the one who filed the original report.”
He nodded, blowing one of her curls out of his face. “I know you’re concerned about Barnabas, but there’s only so much you can do in this situation. If he wants to go home, you can’t keep him locked up like a prisoner.”
“I know,” she sighed. “I feel bad about that part, but I’m going to do whatever I can to keep him safe.”
“You need to keep yourself safe too. You’re making an enemy of that man.”
“We always make visits in teams. Herbert Harbinger is working with me on this.”
“What does he think you should do about all this?”
“Take Barnabas to another country.”
“That won’t work. He’s not a stray dog; he can find his way back.”
“That’s what I said.”
“I want you to keep up the nightly spanking imagery. You need to let go of the day when it ends.”
She rested her head on his shoulder, pressing her nose to his neck so she could smell him. “Yes, sir.”
He squeezed his eyes tight, fighting off the twinge in his balls as she breathed on his throat. “Each night, I want you to lie over a stack of pillows so your bottom is propped up high while you think about me spanking you. Put another pillow between your legs. Your pussy will help keep your mind focused.”
She squirmed in his lap, said pussy leaking out its warm appreciation. “Yes, sir.”
“Does the prolonged reflection each night leave you wet?”
“Yes, sir.”
He turned his head so his lips were on her ear. “Does it make you come?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, shivering in his arms.
“Did your spanking today make you feel better?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Were you crying from the orgasm or the spanking?”
“The spanking, sir.”
“Was it too much?”
“No. I just . . . I don’t know . . . couldn’t help it.”
Snape stroked her back and pulled her closer. “I know,” he whispered. “Did crying make you feel better?”
“Um . . . I think so, sir.”
“Good. Is there anything that’s bothering you that you would like to tell me about?”
Hermione took a deep breath, savoring his scent. “Were you angry when I told you I didn’t go to bed early enough that one night?”
“Trust me, you would know if I was angry.”
“You addressed the letter before it Hermione, but then you went back to Miss Granger.”
He’d done that on purpose. She didn’t miss a trick. “Yes, I did. I wanted to make sure you knew how serious I was. I didn’t want you backsliding. One night of lax rule bending can lead to abandoning the rules altogether.”
“I felt bad about it."
He managed not to laugh out loud. "I guessed that. You went to bed at an acceptable time the next night, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then just don't let it happen again. You admitted the mistake immediately and took every necessary step to rectify it. What we just did here was enough of a correction."
That was a correction?
"What time will you be in bed tonight?"
"Um . . . I was planning to be in bed by eleven."
"That's excellent, Miss Granger. Are you falling asleep a bit earlier yet?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Then keep up what you're doing. We'll discuss any other behavior you need to change when I see you tomorrow."
"Are we going to have sex?"
"Not right now. We'll have time tomorrow if you need it."
"I need it," she assured him.
Severus smirked and kissed the top of her head. Sliding his hand from her back to her bum, he patted her warm cheeks. "I want you nice and clean when I see you tomorrow. You'll find the appropriate spell for it in that book I sent you on anal play."
Hermione blushed as he tickled between her cheeks. "Yes, sir."
"You enjoyed having my finger in your bottom last week, did you not?"
She didn't think it was possible for her face to get any hotter. "Yes, sir."
"Well if you're going to keep being such a good girl, I need that hole clean so I can properly meet your needs."
"What about you?"
"My arse is extremely clean."
She grinned. "No, I meant, what can I do to help you?"
"We've discussed this before. You don't need to do anything except what I ask you to do."
"Is that really why you meet with me? You get off on my obedience?"
Snape sighed and thought about his reply. "There are many reasons I agreed to this. I wrote you regarding some of those reasons. Your obedience is attractive to me, and I do get off on it to some degree. But . . . . Have you ever done something that filled an empty spot in your life, something that made you feel complete when you were doing it?"
She knew what he meant. If she couldn't help disadvantaged creatures, her life would feel empty. But for some reason, the way he worded it made her immediately think about the last time he'd shagged her. That had made her feel complete. She didn't know if sex should count; he seemed to be referring to something less tangible. "Yes, sir."
"Well, for me, that emptiness is only silenced when I'm matched with someone who shares my tastes. I need to hear that ‘yes, sir’ as much as you need to say it. I don't have any desire to run someone else's life. I have been in intense master and slave relationships, and I did not enjoy it. It took me years to figure out that guiding someone and ruling someone are very different things. I haven't always been as calm as I am with you. That is a new development, which I'm still adjusting to. But I still crave your submission. Does that make things any clearer for you?"
"Yes, sir. What did you used to be like?"
He didn't know if he should tell her. He wanted her to trust him not fear him. "You had me for a teacher. You know what I was like. Just add a cane and restraints and you'll have a fair idea."
"I can't imagine anyone ever pleased you."
Snape snorted softly. "I was rather demanding."
"I'm glad you're calmer now. You're easier to talk to."
“I tend to find some new reserve of patience where you're concerned. I don't know if that's influenced by the nature of our relationship or if it has something to do with your desire to please me. I think if you were difficult or less disciplined, I'd be sick of you already. I put up with that kind of mindless defiance all day. But," he added, holding her tighter so she wouldn't get the wrong idea, "you're not like that at all. You're intelligent and kind, eager to show me your best. That's all I need from you. If you knew how rare those things were in the world, you would understand why I value our time."
"I understand. I'm glad you're here too."
He couldn't remember ever hearing that before. "Are you feeling better now, Miss Granger? You don't sound nearly as tense as you did when you arrived."
"I guess your hugs are as magical as your dick."
Laughing loudly, Snape put one hand to her thigh. "Would you like me to stay while you get ready?"
"Sure."
"Why don't you show me what you're going to wear."
Hermione smiled and climbed out of his lap. She pulled her best blue dressrobes from the closet and held it up in front of her. "What do you think?"
"It's lovely. But you look better in green."
"All Slytherins say that."
"I'm just being honest. Green brings out your hair."
"Really?" she said, looking toward the mirror on the inside of the door.
"Yes. And Slytherins don't own green. It's just a color. Minerva wears green all the time."
She nodded. "Okay. I'll try it. Will you change the color for me? I need to figure out which bra won't show at the neckline."
He took it from her and hung it on the back of her bedroom door. Running his wand down the flowing material, he transformed it from sapphire blue to forest green. It already looked better. He went to her side, peeking over her shoulder into her drawer. "Is that a suspender belt?"
Smiling, she nodded. "Yes."
"Wear it."
Hermione laughed. "No, thank you. I hate messing with it every time I have to use the loo."
"I believe we've discussed this before. Just don't wear any knickers."
"Severus! I'm going to a Ministry dinner not a night club."
He pressed his body into hers, sliding his hand around her waist and grinding into her lower back. "Do it for me. I want to think about you shaking everyone's hand and sitting through the main course wearing only that suspender belt and your stockings. I'd think with your bum being so warm, you'd want to let it breathe tonight."
She smirked up at him over her shoulder. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. And don't clean up. I want you going out with your juice all over your thighs and your pussy smelling like pussy."
Her face flamed, but she smiled. She'd never had a man who enjoyed the products of her arousal to such a degree. It was making her wet again just hearing him talk about it. "Black stockings?"
He smiled and nodded. Sliding his fingers around to her muff, he teased the top of her slit. "Go put on everything but your dress and then come back and show me."
Hermione couldn't stop grinning. "Okay. I'll have to do my hair and makeup while I'm in there."
"I'll entertain myself until you return."

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Hermione checked herself one last time in the mirror. She had on her black pushup bra. It was a bit more cleavage than she usually displayed at dinner, but Snape had left her in a sensual mood. She'd done her makeup, giving herself a toned-down version of her sexy cat eye look. Her lips had a light berry stain of gloss that would look nice with her dress. She'd piled her hair on top of her head, and it had miraculously gone well and gotten pinned before falling apart. Her suspender belt matched her black bra and stockings, and she turned around to check out her bum. It was still very pink from Snape's "help," and she poked one cheek to see it change colors. Pretty.
"Are you still awake in there?" she called across the hall.
"On the edge of my seat," he drawled.
She appeared in the doorway, and Snape’s cock twitched at the sight of her. "You should just wear that."
Hermione burst out laughing. "I don't need a raise that desperately."
He got off the bed and walked around her. "You look delicious."
"Thank you." Hermione gathered up robes and carefully stepped into them. She slipped her arms in the sleeves and turned her back to him. "Would you get my zip?"
Snape moved in close behind her and drew his finger up her spine as he slowly zipped her. He watched her in the mirror, taking in the full picture. The bodice was fitted, the neckline plunging low between her breasts. "Where did you get this?"
"It was a gift from Madam Malkin. You should see all the stuff Harry got."
He rolled his eyes.
"He auctioned most of it off for charity. We all did."
"But you kept this one?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have anything to wear to things like this." She went to the jewelry box on the dresser and took out a simple teardrop necklace and earrings. They were the only black jewelry she owned. Poking the earrings through her ears, she looked at him in the mirror. She couldn't quite identify the expression on his face.
He'd never really watched a woman get ready to go out. It was an elaborate production. His most assiduous preparations took maybe a quarter of that time. But the final results spoke for themselves. She looked outstanding while he looked merely presentable.
The glint from her necklace drew his eye to the soft slope of her chest. He wanted to lay her down and press his cheek to her heart, use her breast as his pillow. He would sleep like a rock with that kind of bedding.
"Another gift?" he asked, nodding at the necklace.
Hermione turned the chain so the catch was behind her and then made sure the stone wasn't crooked. "No. It belonged to my mother's mother. It's all I have left of her."
Severus put his hand on her silky shoulder. He didn't mean to bring up any painful memories. "It looks lovely on you."
She smiled. "Thank you, Severus. Well, I guess I'm ready. Harry should be here in a few minutes."
"I should go. I'm not in the mood to explain my presence . . . or why you smell so enticing."
Hermione whipped around, her eyes wide. "Can you really smell me?"
He smirked at her panicked expression. "Calm down. I was just teasing. Someone would have to get under your skirt and bury their face in your snatch to smell you. So unless you're going out with a pack of dogs, you should be fine."
She relaxed a little.
Severus drew his fingers over the bare skin of her breastbone, tracing around her pendant. "Be good tonight. Don't let this be an excuse to go to bed late."
Hermione nodded. "I won't. Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Yes. Just send me an owl when you're ready. I don't have to chaperone the Hogsmeade trip, so I'm free all day."
"Okay. Will you sleep here?"
"We'll see. If it's what you need, I'll figure out something."
She smiled. "Thank you, sir."
Severus kissed her forehead and then turned for the door before he got too distracted by her. She followed him down the short hall, and her orange cat meowed at them from the kitchen door where it was propped up like the Sphinx, keeping watch over the tiny front room. Those yellow eyes followed his departure with a scrutinizing sharpness that made him uncomfortable.
She opened the door and looked about. "All clear."
"See you tomorrow," he said softly, pulling on his cloak.
She smiled and nodded. "Thank you for coming over, Severus. I really needed this."
He smiled and touched her neck one last time. "Have a nice night.” He started down the walk then turned and smirked. “Will Bill be there tonight?”
“I don't think so. Why?”
He grinned and made a show of sniffing the air. “If you see him just . . . try to keep your knees together.”
She blushed but shook her head, snickering at his roguish parting smile. “Very funny.”
Hermione watched him disappear down the street, wishing she could go to the dinner with him. Closing the door, she turned to Crookshanks. "Well, what do you think of him?"
Crookshanks wobbled to a stand and stretched his back legs. "Mawor."
"I know, I know. But he's not like that anymore."
Crookshanks came over and leaned against her legs; she reached down to stroke his back. "I know you liked him. I saw you rubbing him. He smells good too, doesn't he?"
Crookshanks made a show of sniffing her leg.
"Stop. You're making me paranoid. You don't really think anyone can smell me, do you?"
He seemed to shrug, and then sank down to the carpet and began to lick his back paw.
There was a knock at the door.
"That's Harry. I've got to go. I'll be back a little later." She gave him one last scratch behind the ear.
Harry grinned at her when she opened the door. "Blimey, Hermione. You look great."
"Thanks, Harry. You too."
Harry nodded at the cat. "See you, Crooks. Don't wait up."
Hermione pulled on her nice cloak. "Is Ginny meeting us there?"
"Yeah. She had to take James over to Molly's. She's watching all the kids tonight."
"Okay. I think I'm ready," she said, stashing her wand in her clutch.
Harry waited for her to lock the door then gave her his arm as they started down the walk.
"When's Ron coming home?" she asked, slipping her hand around his elbow.
"Cannons play the Tornados tomorrow. He'll probably be back by the next day." He looked around as if searching for someone. "I swear I saw Snape on my way here," he muttered. "Maybe I'm having flashbacks."
Hermione smiled at his joke. "Maybe."

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Severus was just leaving the Great Hall's breakfast commotion when an owl swooped down and dropped a bit of parchment in his lap. Hermione's handwriting, disfigured by haste, was scrawled haphazardly across the center.
Severus,
Barnabas has gone missing. Herbert and I are heading the search. Can we meet tomorrow? I'm so sorry to bail on you like this.
—Hermione
Severus folded the parchment and tucked it into his pocket. He had a bad feeling about Barnabas.
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