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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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40 - Dream Weaver
Ever since her voice had gone slurry with Tranquility Draught, Snape had relaxed. He’d give her a sleeping potion later if she didn’t drift off. The draught would eventually take her back to square one. Even if she got too excited between them, it would counteract her stress. She might sound drunk the rest of the night, but she would be better the next day.
Between his correspondence with Magnus and the attack, he hadn’t thought about how close she was to starting university. Or maybe he didn’t want to think about it. She’d trade CRW for classes, and he hadn’t considered how that might change things for them. Would it change things for them? He needed to start working in his classroom on Monday. He’d put it off too long already, distracted by his lab and her pussy.
He usually just slept at Hogwarts once he started getting his room ready, but he could easily come home or go to Grimmauld Place each evening. But what about when school started? Would she stay with him every night? She was going to be busy with school herself. Sleeping alone in the dungeon at Hogwarts sounded about as attractive as having a threesome with Umbridge and Filch.
Dumbledore told her she was free to visit. I don’t think he meant for her to sleep there every night, but maybe no one needs to know. Hmm. I shouldn’t ask her to do that. She’s going to be busy with classes. Running around from university, Grimmauld Place, and Hogwarts isn’t going to make things any easier for her. Fuck. I can’t sleep without her. And I don’t think she wants to sleep without me either.
“Severus?” she murmured. “Where’d you go?”
He realized he’d stopped thrusting; Draco was the only one moving. “I’m right here, love,” he whispered. I’ll figure this out later.
“Mmm,” Hermione smiled as they both rocked inside her.
Draco smirked at her dopey, contented smile and ran his hand down her hip. He was’t going to last much longer, and he hoped she would come soon. It was fun to watch her, and he never knew when, or if, he’d ever get to see it again. Once school started, Snape and Granger probably wouldn’t go to Eros very often. Draco doubted he’d see them until the next summer. “Are you close, Granger? My balls are starting to ache.”
Hermione opened her eyes and put her hand on his cheek. Draco’s grey eyes were dark as lead, and she liked the rough strain in his voice. “So pretty,” she mumbled, patting his cheek.
“Thank you, Granger. But that didn’t answer my question. Are . . . you . . . close?”
Snape slid his hand down her belly to her pussy. Draco was pressed tightly against her, but he backed up a little to let Snape between them. Severus brushed her clit with the tips of his fingers. “She’s starting to twitch. She’s almost there. Just a little longer.”
Draco set his jaw, nodding.
Hermione was floating, and their fucking was getting her even higher. As soon as Severus’s fingers found her clit, she was on a fast track to the stratosphere. “Unh!”
Snape smirked and kissed her behind the ear. “Hmm,” he purred. “You are close. Is it time to fuck you harder?”
Hermione’s eyes unfocused, and Draco’s face turned into a pale blur before her. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I need to hear you say it, love. What do you want?”
Hermione grabbed hold of his arm, feeling his muscles flex as his fingers worked. “Cock.”
Draco stifled a snort, unable to keep the laughing smile off his face.
Snape smirked at him. “You’ve got all we have to give,” he told her. “Tell me how you want it.”
Hermione smiled at Draco’s grinning face. “Hard.”
Draco squeezed her bum. “If I stay hard much longer, I’m going to pass out.”
Hermione shivered as a rush of excitement rolled through her. “Rough.”
Severus knew what she wanted. “Just me or Draco too?”
“You.”
Severus sped up and panted at Draco, “Go deep.”
Draco pushed as far into her as he could, keeping his thrusts short. Snape was rapping his hips against her so hard it made Draco wince. How she liked it that rough boggled his mind. But there was no doubt she liked it. Her jaw was hanging open in a silent expression of pleasure, and she had gone still, solidified by her oncoming climax.
She let out a shocked sob as she came. Her toes and feet spastically twitched even though the rest of her body was frozen.
Severus came as soon as the first spasm tightened her arse. He didn’t know how much he was releasing, but his vision went dim for longer than usual.
Draco’s fingers dug into her bum cheek. Coming inside her was a relief. He didn’t have to concentrate to make sure he pulled out in time. He could just lose himself in the feel of her. It was bloody amazing. Her pussy milked him as he spurted inside her. He was glad he’d held out. The buildup made it more intense, and her rippling muscles were an outstanding addition to the explosion.
Hermione felt a bit dazed and dizzy, but the orgasm cleared her thoughts of clutter. Severus was breathing hard on her neck, his breath a warm tickle. Draco looked half asleep, his grey eyes drooping and his face slackening. Hermione let go of Snape’s arm and put her fingers to Draco’s pink lips. “So good.”
Draco gave her tired smirk. “Agreed.”
“I think I need some water,” Snape muttered and rubbed his bleary eyes.
“I should probably head home,” Draco said, kissing her fingers. “Mother worries when I stay out all night.”
Hermione winced as he pulled out.
“You’re better now, aren’t you, Granger?”
Hermione nodded, sleepy with post-orgasm stupor. “Dizzy. But I’m not going to cry.”
Draco untangled his legs from theirs and smirked as Snape curled into her, his hooked nose buried in her hair. Draco stretched and rolled onto his back. “Let me know next time you go to Eros.”
“We might make it one more time before school starts." Snape yawned and pulled her closer.
Hermione smoothed down the hair on Snape’s arm and proceeded to pet him. “Everyone will know who I am now.”
Draco hadn’t thought of that. “Are you going to stop wearing the mask?”
Severus kissed her neck. “We don’t have to go back.”
“I want to go back, but . . . I don’t know. Everyone’s going to be staring. And Merlin knows what the papers are going to say.”
Snape blew one of her stray tendrils out of his face. “They will stare, but unless they want to get blacklisted, they won’t tell the papers. Privacy is important to Eros and most clubs. Outing other members is forbidden. We’ve had famous attendees in the past. They stayed out of the gossip columns.”
“Skeeter has it out for me. She’d love to get something like that.”
“If you wore your mask, you’d be protected. No one would be able to prove it was you. Besides, if Skeeter ever showed up there and reported on anything, Benedict would make her life a living hell. He has the money, time, and connections to do it too.”
“So everyone would know it’s me, but they’d just pretend they didn’t?”
“Mostly. No one would disrespect you if that’s what you’re thinking. My collar protects you more than just physically. If anyone had the audacity to say anything out of line, I’d have to make an example of them. But I doubt that would happen. Fear usually overrules rudeness.”
“Okay. I’ll keep wearing my mask.”
Draco nodded and rolled out of bed. “Sounds good. Let me know. And tell me when you decide on a date. I’ll have my dress robes pressed for the ceremony."
Hermione and Severus sounded as if they had rehearsed their simultaneous, “Shut up.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus got her into the tub. Her reply when he’d asked her how she was feeling had been, “Squishy.” Three cleanings in one day didn’t seem excessive in light of their activities. He vanished Draco’s spunk from her depths with a spell. While he enjoyed their time with the blond, he didn’t want the boy’s essence to linger. The house had fallen quiet after Malfoy’s departure, and Snape was grateful to be alone with her.
Her face was resting on his chest, her hair piled into a messy mountain on her head. He ran his fingers up and down her back in a slow, soothing glide. She sighed contentedly into his skin and hugged his waist under the water.
“I need to go work in my classroom Monday,” he told her.
“When will you come home?”
“You mean to Grimmauld Place?”
“Yes. Or here.”
“I’ll be at your place before dinner.”
“Okay. What about your cock?” she asked, wiggling against him. “Are you going to see someone?”
He sighed. “I don’t know. I thought about asking Pomfrey, but then I’d never be able to look her in the eye again. Besides, I don’t know that she’ll be able to do anything I haven’t tried already. I need to find out what happened between us before I can find a solution.”
“Who do you know that knows about talismans?”
“I suppose Albus.”
“You could ask him when you go to Hogwarts.”
“I’d rather see if I can find anything in the library before I humiliate myself in such a fashion.”
“Do what you think best,” she said, petting his chest. “I fancy it either way.”
He smirked. “I think I’m going to need at least a day of recuperation once it goes down.”
“If it goes down.”
“Please don’t say that. I don’t think I can stand this much longer.”
Hermione smiled. “You could go see Janice or Clovis. They already know you.”
“I will most certainly not see Janice. I can’t go to an ex-student with priapism. This is traumatizing enough as it is.”
“Okay, I won’t talk about it anymore.” She could hear the tension building in his voice. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. It’ll probably go away on it own.” Eventually. “We’ll talk about something else.”
“Good.”
“Harry’s party is at the end of the month. You’ll go with me, won’t you?”
“I’d rather not,” he said hopefully.
“I know you’d rather not, but you’ll still do it, won’t you?”
A smile ticked at the corner of his mouth. “If you do something for me.”
“Like what?”
“Wear your collar to the party.”
“NO! Are you mental?”
That wasn’t really what he wanted. But now his actual suggestion wouldn’t sound as bad. “If you can’t manage that, I have another idea.”
“I should hope so.”
“What will you be wearing to the party?”
She hadn’t really thought about it. “Probably one of my sundresses.” Oh bugger! I should have said jeans. He’s going to make me go without knickers. “Or jeans.”
He heard the backtracking in her voice. “No, no. I want you to wear a dress. And your plug. And I want you bare underneath. No bra or knickers. I promise not to embarrass you, but I want you accessible at all times. I need something to distract me from the inane conversation of those idiots."
It would make her a bit paranoid all night, but she didn’t think that sounded too bad. “Okay.”
“That’s not the end of my terms. You also agree to suck my cock sometime that night while we’re there. We can go anywhere you like, but you do it before we leave.”
Hermione had no idea how she would manage that. And she’d have to find someplace good or they’d be caught. Maybe Ginny’s room would be safe. “Okay. That’s all, right?”
“Yes. That should keep me entertained.”
Hermione kissed his chest. “What do you think we should get Harry?”
“A clue.”
Hermione flicked his nipple. “I’m serious.”
He covered her hand with his and sighed. “Fine. A paddle? Miss Weasley seems the playful sort.”
Hermione thought that paddle would most likely wind up being used on Harry if Ginny had anything to say about it. She couldn’t condemn him to that. “He’d die of embarrassment, Severus. I said be serious. What did you want when you were eighteen?”
Lily. It would be too insulting to say that to her out loud. You don’t tell the naked witch in your tub that all you wanted when you were eighteen was another witch.
Hermione looked up at his stony face and raised her brow in question. “Severus?”
“I wanted . . .”
Hermione had the sudden understanding that Snape at eighteen was not the bundle of joy Snape was at thirty-eight. His desires then most likely would horrify her. He’d joined the Death Eaters for a reason, and she doubted that reason was anything that would set her mind at ease.
“I wanted to not be alone,” he said quietly.
Hermione could see all kinds of connotations in that. The simple honesty of that one statement tore at her heart. She put her wet hand on his face. “Look at me.”
Snape met her warm brown eyes, no expression on his face.
“No more being alone. I need you.”
Although he showed no outward signs of response, his chest lightened considerably. Finally, he nodded and turned his face to her hand, kissing her fingers. “Thank you.”
If she hadn’t been so mellowed by the potion, she would have started crying again. “Take me back to bed,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
He raised both eyebrows, giving her a skeptical look. “I do not make love, Miss Granger.”
Hermione smiled. “You’ve done it before.”
“Never.”
Her smile grew. “You can call it whatever you like, but when you shag me slow and deep and kiss me the whole time, that’s making love.”
He knew what she meant, but the phrase made him sick. “Call it something else. You’re making me nauseated.”
Hermione buried her smile in his chest. “All right, heart-fuck me then.”
Snape smirked and put his hand over her pendant, feeling the thud of her heartbeat. “As you wish.”

- - - - - - - - - -
He kept his hand over her heart. The talismans had hummed their magic through them just like the first night. There was some apprehension that he was only prolonging his erection problem, but the result was so mind-numbingly fantastic that he didn’t want to stop. It wasn’t just the electric sex (which was undeniably amazing), it was the strange sense of safety that he felt. He hadn’t ever been that calm so long as he could remember.
They had been at it for two hours already, and he had no intentions of stopping until either she was asleep or (miracle of miracles) his dick finally resigned. There seemed to be little hope of that. They’d both come five times already, him following her each time, dragged into her pleasure by her pulsating body. It wasn’t just her pussy rippling around him, it was the warm hum pouring into him every time she climaxed, as though her release was overflowing into him.
Hermione had no more conscious stream of thought. There was a current circulating through her body, and it dominated her senses. Severus was sliding inside her like silk, and she sank into the beat of his thrusts, hypnotized into a state of heightened awareness. She’d never felt more open to him.
The fifth orgasm had come without warning, tearing through her. But currently, she was calm again and lost in his penetrating stare. He might have been perusing her thoughts. Neither of them were blinking much. She couldn’t hold a thought long enough to wonder about what he might see.
She saw plenty though—his eyes brightening, the weary shadows leaving them in waves. The tension evaporated from his body in shimmery wisps. There was a brief spasm every time one floated away. Her hands went around his neck, sinking into his hair and pulling him close.
Severus kissed her, the current buzzing along their tongues. His stomach flipped, and the warmth spilled from her belly to his, soothing him. He was bathing in her light.
Her center churned. It was the start of another orgasm—but slow and gradual; no freight train barreled through her. She made a small noise in his mouth and held him tighter. If he let go of her, she’d break apart, and they’d never find all the pieces.
An intense vibration buzzed through the tip of Severus's dick. It felt as if he’d touched it to an engine. He couldn’t help fucking her a little faster. Her tongue caressed his in a sensuous swirl, lighting through his mouth like a spark. He’d never been so overwhelmed by sensation. (Except for when he’d been under the Cruciatus Curse. But if the Cruciatus had an opposite, he now knew what it was.)
Hermione held him tighter. She was lost in that phase where her orgasm was lifting to a peak; she just kept rolling through the start. Something that usually lasted seconds was lasting minutes. She couldn’t breathe.
Severus felt the panicked fluttering of her tongue. She wasn’t inhaling. He knew he should pull away, but his mouth seemed sealed to hers. A drawn-out sigh passed from his mouth to hers, and she relaxed. He felt the cool breeze of her breath on his cheek. After that he couldn’t see through the light exploding in his eyes.
After a brief moment of unimaginable tension, her orgasm came to a crescendo, and then she was rolling down its hill. Except it wasn’t like toppling over a cliff. The release spiraled through every cell in her body. Her hair stood on end.
Severus felt as if he’d been stuck under a giant bell as it bonged noon. His entire spine reverberated. He was dimly aware of her moaning in his mouth, but the vibrations of her vocal cords couldn’t hold a candle to the sensations racking his body. His cock was bursting, spilling stream after stream of light into her humming pussy.
The explosions finally faded, and they both lay there panting and dazed, his lips on her shoulder. Snape blinked away the remaining sparks clouding his vision.
“Fucking hell,” he gasped. “What was that?”
Hermione didn’t know either, but she was bloody exhausted. Smiling, she closed her eyes and stroked the back of his neck.
When he finally got his breath back, Severus lifted his spinning head and was about to tell her he was knackered when he realized she was asleep. Her face was angelic—peaceful and radiant. He kissed her chin and carefully extricated himself from her. His dick felt as if it had been soaking in oil for several hours. It was so slick and plump with her moisture, he could have made ten talisman from what he’d absorbed.
Cleaning them both with his wand, he rolled over on his side and put his arm around her waist. She was warm, and he experienced an immediate desire to fall asleep.
“I love you,” he whispered and was out before he could pull the sheets over them.

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Hermione woke up the next day feeling the best she had in ages. She’d had another sex dream about Snape that left her smiling and raring to see him. His arm was tucked around her, and she reached down to see if his erection was still around. It was. He wouldn’t be thrilled about that, but she wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
Lifting his arm, she turned toward him and pressed her body to his. They didn’t have on the sheet, but he was warm as a simmering cauldron. She slid her leg up over his hip and ground her pussy along his stiff column.
Snape awoke, suddenly alert. It wasn’t a panicked alert that left his heart thudding, but more like a switch had flipped in his brain, waking him in one easy click. He smiled as her warm muff rubbed over his length.
“Morning,” he said to the top of her bushy head.
Hermione kissed his chest. “Morning. How are you feeling?”
“Bloody amazing.”
Hermione nodded and kissed his nipple. “Me too. Wanna fool around?”
He grinned. “What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know . . . just a nice good-morning shag.”
“Nice? Like you with your bum in the air and me kneeling behind you nice?”
“Mmm,” she growled in happy agreement, rubbing against him harder. “Exactly.”

- - - - - - - - - -
He made her pancakes, and she sat at the table stuffing her face until she couldn’t eat another bite. “I should to go shopping today. I need to get Harry and Ginny a present. Want to go with me?” She added a hopeful smile at the end.
Snape shook his head. “I have no desire to leave the house with this damn thing,” he said, indicating his crotch.
Hermione laughed at his exasperated expression and downed the rest of her juice. “Okay. I’ll only be gone a couple of hours. You want me to see if I can find any other books on talismans?”
“Yes. And go ask Clovis if she has any suggestions. I’m getting desperate.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione found the perfect present at a small antiques store on the edge of Diagon alley. She never would have even thought to look there for a present, but as she passed their display window, the mirrors caught her eye. The small card next to them read "Two-Way Mirrors." She thought they might be just like the ones Sirius had given Harry that broke. If so, he could give one to Ginny, and they could see each other while she was at school next year.
The aged, grey wizard inside brought them out on the counter for her and showed her that they did indeed work. She asked him to wrap them up and handed over her galleons. That depleted her funds, but she couldn’t pass up such a perfect gift. After stopping at Gringott’s to exchange some Muggle money from her parents, she tried Flourish and Blotts. They only had four books on talismans, and Snape had all of them already.
She went round to the other side of Diagon Alley and tried Obscurus Books. They did have two very old books, and she scanned them in a corner, looking for anything relevant. The first was quite interesting; if she hadn’t just blown the bank, she probably would have bought it. It had an entire section on stone properties in relation to talismans. She checked their respective stones and copied down the information. There was another section on different ways to imbue the stone, but the part about sexual energies held no new information.
The other book had less to offer. Half of it seemed to be firsthand accounts of talisman protection. The only thing of note was one witch’s story mentioning that since her husband had given her the talisman, her health had been improving. That was the closest she could get to what they had experienced (certainly nothing on indestructible erections).
She tried Whizz Hard Books as a last shot. Five books. Nothing helpful. She sighed, checking her watch. Three hours. Time to go home. She still needed to try Clovis at St. Mungo’s. That could take some time if the mediwitch was busy. Hermione Apparated near the hospital, and as she passed one of the neglected boutiques on her way to the magical department store entrance, she saw a salesgirl hanging a pretty white sundress on a sales rack. It reminded her of the dress from her dream (Snape’s dream). Don’t look, Hermione. You don’t have much money. You have to get by two more weeks on twenty quid.
She groaned and went in. The bell tinkled over the door, and the salesgirl looked up in surprise.
“Can I help you find anything?”
Hermione got the idea not a lot of people came in by how quickly the woman made her way over to her. “Um . . . maybe. I was just wondering how much that dress is,” she said, nodding toward the rack. “The white one.”
“Sixteen quid,” the lady answered with a hesitant smile.
“Oh. Well . . . thank you. I'd better not then. Sorry to bother you.”
“But it’s been marked down,” the lady spouted quickly.
Hermione looked back.
“Ten quid. It’s a steal.”
Hermione looked around the empty shop, guessing the woman might be a little desperate. “Ten?”
“Come over and look at it,” the woman said, walking toward the rack. “It’s lovely. Worth at least twice that.”
Hermione walked over and studied it more closely. It was very pretty. Eyelet holes made it look kind of like lace. It was sleeveless and had an overlapping V neckline. The dress in the dream had been very flowing and ethereal. Except for the color, this wasn’t much like it. But it was lovely, and Hermione knew it would look wonderful on her. Even the size was right (not that she couldn’t have fixed that when she got home). It seemed too good to pass up.
“I guess I could take my lunch for a week or so,” she mused.
“I’ll pack it up for you.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Clovis had no new suggestions for Snape. While she didn’t laugh at Hermione’s evasive explanation, she seemed fairly amused when she heard it was going on three days. “I’m surprised he’s still standing. If you’ve tried everything else, tell him to come in. It might take us a few days to figure out a solution, but there’s bound to be some answer.”
“I’ll tell him,” Hermione said, sounding doubtful.
Clovis smiled. “Well, you tell him if he wants me to help, he better tell me what you two were really doing when it started. No man just gets an eternal erection for no reason.”
Hermione thanked her and headed back to Cokeworth. Severus would have to come explain it himself. She didn’t even know where to start.

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione stopped off at Grimmauld Place to hide her dress and check on Harry and Ron. They were happy to see her and asked how she was doing (then dutifully asked how Snape was doing). She avoided the issue with the talismans. It was hard to talk about something you couldn’t put into words. But she assured them they were both fine, and that she’d be back home the next day.
When Hermione Apparated to Snape’s, she was lighter one bag and felt as if she was bringing him very little good news.
“I’m home,” she called when she got in the front door.
“Finally,” he muttered from the kitchen.
She went in to find him chopping herbs for his potion stores on the counter next to the sink.
“Where did you go for that present, Ireland? It’s past lunch.”
Hermione sat down at the table. “Just Diagon Alley.”
“I take it you found something.”
“For Harry and Ginny, yes; for you, no.”
She showed him the notes she’d taken from the books and told him what Clovis had said. “How much longer are you going to wait?”
He leaned against the counter. “Damn. I don’t know. A couple of days. I’ll check the Hogwarts library first . . . then see what Albus knows.”
Hermione got up and hugged him. His dick poked her in the stomach through their clothes. “Want me to kiss it better?”
He smirked. “No, I need to finish this. The Wolfsbane has to sit for a week, and I have to soak all this before then.”
“I could help you.”
Severus kissed the top of her head. “If you want to help, go out and pick the knotgrass. It’s getting overgrown, and I should take some to school tomorrow.”
Hermione tipped back her head and smiled at him. “Okay. Can we play lab assistant when you’re done?”
His lips twitched, holding in a smile. “I’ll bring the stirring rod; you bring the cauldron.”

- - - - - - - - - -
After they finished dinner, Hermione did the dishes and left him on his own. He went and sat outside in the old wrought iron chair next to the back step. It was obvious his condition was taking its toll. He’d fucked the hell out of her in the cellar earlier, slamming into her as if he were angry.
He was angry, but not at her. Staring at the dusky shadows slowly moving across the sidewalk, Snape ran the possibilities over and over in his mind. He wasn’t holding out much hope for the library. If Albus didn’t have some brilliant idea, he was buggered.

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione didn’t know if she should go to him or give him some space. It seemed unfeeling and greedy to suggest more sex when that only reminded him of his predicament.
When the sun went down, she went outside and sat on the step next to his chair. “Want some company?”
He reached out and stroked her head.
Hermione leaned against the metal arm, letting him play with her hair. When her bum got numb, she turned to look at him. “Want to take a bath?”
Severus shook his head no. He didn’t want to see his dick if he didn’t have to.
“Want to see the present I found?”
He shrugged, mildly interested. It would distract him for a moment.
Hermione went inside, retrieving the box with the mirrors in it. She set it in his lap and handed him one then took the other. He looked in his and gave a nod of approval. Hermione smiled at him in the mirror and mouthed, “I love you.”
Snape didn’t smile, but she saw his scowl lighten.
“I love you too, pet,” he said out loud. “This is a thoughtful gift.”
Hermione grinned, pleased with her choice, and put the two mirrors back in the box. “It’s what I would want if I were them.”
He watched her go back in the house with her gift, wondering if he was going to have to get the same present for her so they could see each other once school started.
Hermione pushed open the back door and leaned on the door frame. “Come in, Severus. I’ll rub your back for you if you want.”
With a heavy sigh, he nodded. “I’d like that.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione had him stripped down to his birthday suit and was sitting on his arse in the bed, rubbing his shoulders. He didn’t have the knots that he usually did, but he seemed to need her touch more than usual.
He groaned into the bed. “Okay, pet. I’m relaxed. You can stop.”
Hermione leaned down and kissed his back. “Are you sure? I haven’t even started on your bum yet.”
“Let’s go take a shower. I’ll wash your hair for you.”
Hermione grinned. “That’s a serious commitment.”
“And at least a two-person job. I know what I’m getting into.”
She climbed off of him and slid from the bed. “I have to brush it out first.”
He turned, watching her crouch next to her bag. “I’ll do it.”
Severus was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came back. Hermione handed him the brush and turned her back to him. “Be nice. It’s a charmed detangling brush, but it still pulls sometimes. Start at the bottom and work your way up.”
He nodded even though she couldn’t see him. Taking her advice, he began at the bottom.
Hermione jumped at the dull pop of plastic against her bum. “Oi!”
Snape smirked as she whipped around with a shocked smile on her face.
“What was that for?”
“I wanted to thank you for rubbing my back.”
“I thought you were going to brush my hair.”
“I am. I just thought you could use a little reminder of my love.”
Hermione sighed out a laugh. “I appreciate the thought, but I’d prefer your hand.”
“Turn around.”
Hermione faced the wardrobe and felt him start on her hair.
“It’s 10:27 right now. However long it takes me to brush through this jungle, that’s how long you’re going to be over my knee.”
She smiled and leaned back on the bed between his legs, her hands resting on said knee. “Thank you, sir.”

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Smack!
“Ow!” Hermione buried her face in the comforter and groaned.
“Two more minutes,” he said, smiling.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Hermione moaned louder and kicked her foot against the bed.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her hand shot back and stopped him for a second. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her lower back.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Ow!”
“You know better than to cover yourself like that.”
SMACK! SMACK!
“Owwww! I like it when you hold me down.”
Smack! Smack!
“That's fine if we're playing like this, but if I’m punishing you, you keep your hands out of the way.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Yes, sir!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I can smell you, pet.”
Smack! Smack!
“It’s a good thing we’re going to take a shower.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Unh! Oh God! Please, sir!” She kicked the bed again. Her knickers were hanging around one ankle like a loitering vagrant.
“I know,” he said calmly. “One more minute. Get those legs wider if you know what’s good for you.”
She did know. Her legs went as wide as she could get them; her foot banged into the nightstand.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Aah!”
“Stop shouting.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Tell me you love it.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I love it, sir.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Say 'Thank you, sir. Please spank my bottom harder.'”
Bugger!
SMACK! SMACK!
“I can’t hear you.”
“Thank you, sir. Please spank my bottom harder.”
“That’s better.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Time’s almost up. Are you going to come for me?”
Smack! Smack!
“Oh God! Yes, sir!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Okay, let’s see how wet that pussy is.” He grazed her slit and almost slid inside. “Naughty girl. You say thank you when a spanking ends.”
“Thank you, sir. Please may I come now?”
He pushed two fingers into her. “You come this instant, or I’m getting the paddle.”
Hermione was right on the edge, as soon as she started to hump his leg, she came. Her pussy squeezed around his digits, and she shouted his name.
Severus smirked and wiggled his fingers. “Very nice.”
Hermione flopped her face into the comforter. “Thank you, sir.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus dried her hair with his wand and then watched as she braided it so it wouldn’t be frizzy when she got up. “Are you going to Grimmauld Place in the morning?”
“Yes. I have to get ready.”
“We can go now if you like.”
Hermione looked at him over her shoulder. “Are you sure? We can stay here if it makes you more comfortable,” she said, nodding at his dick.
“I might as well get used to living with it. If I can’t face your idiot friends, I can’t stand in front of a room of kids and teach.”
Hermione took off her towel and smiled. “We haven’t fucked in my bed in ages.”
He reached out for her nipple and pulled her closer with it. “Then we'd better get going. It must miss us.”

- - - - - - - - - -
“Hermione! You’re home,” Harry exclaimed as he came up from the kitchen.
“Yeah. Thought we’d sleep here since I’ve got to work in the morning.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed as he studied Snape. “You look . . . better.”
“Yes.” Snape said, offering nothing else.
Harry smirked. “Well that’s . . . good.”
Hermione smiled and hugged him. “We’re going to bed. Where’s Ron?”
“Out with Ingrid. I’ll tell him you’re home when he gets in.”
“Is she coming to your party on Friday?”
“Yeah. Everybody’s coming. I think Ginny’s invited half of Gryffindor and all of the DA. The whole Order should be there too. Mrs. Weasley’s already cooking.”
Snape started up the stairs without her. “Bakery business didn’t pan out, Potter?”
Hermione gave Harry a smile that told him to ignore it. “Sounds good. See you in the morning.”
“‘Kay. 'Night Snape,” he said louder. “I know you just got better so you could come to my party. I’m touched.”
“In the head,” Snape muttered under his breath.
“I’m making a special cake just for you,” Harry called, hearing the man’s grumbling.
“If it’s poisoned, give it to me as soon I get there. You’ll be doing me a favor.”
Harry smirked at Hermione. “There hasn’t been nearly enough snark in this house lately.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus sat in the armchair by the fireplace, watching her change into her pajamas. She looked very sweet, but he had no idea why she was putting on anything at all. “What the hell are you doing?”
Hermione pulled on a thin cotton camisole and covered her protruding nipples with her hands to calm them. “Getting ready for bed. What’s it look like I’m doing?”
He smirked at her nipple warming. “Since when do you sleep in pajamas?”
She had to think about that one. Often they were put on but then taken off before she could fall asleep. “I usually sleep in pajamas. It’s just you always take them off.”
“Then stop making more work for me.”
Hermione smiled. “What if Harry and Ron come to the door? I can’t answer it starkers.”
“So put on a robe.”
“You just want me naked twenty-four hours a day.”
“Very astute of you, Miss Granger.”
“What about you?” she asked, nodding at his trousers.
“I’d be glad to answer your door naked if you like, but I don’t think Potter and Weasley would care for it.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I meant why are you still wearing your clothes?”
“I was waiting for you to undress me.”
She laughed. “You’re a very considerate man,” she replied, taking a few steps toward him.
“I do what I can,” he said in a flat voice.
Hermione snorted and stood by his leg. “That’s why I put on my pajamas. I like it when you take them off.”
Severus reached out his hand to her. She gave him her fingers, and he pulled her gently, urging her to get over his lap. “Do I need to pull them down right now and give you another spanking?”
Hermione yanked her hand out of his and backed away, shaking her head and laughing. “NO! You just spanked me, Severus. And it hurt! I have to sit at work tomorrow.”
He sat forward and reached out, catching her wrist. “That was just a warm-up, little girl. Your arse isn’t even red.”
Hermione giggled and pulled on her arm, but he didn’t release her. “Severus,” she said through her laughter. “Let me go. I have to go to the loo.”
“Harry’s garden could use some watering.”
“Severus! Shut up. And I mean it. I gotta go.”
“Shut up? Now you’re really going to get it,” he threatened with a leer.
Hermione broke free and dodged to her side of the bed. “Stay back,” she warned, searching for her wand.
He’d been ready to spring but suddenly relaxed and gave her a sly smile. “Looking for this?” he asked, pulling her wand out of the seat cushion.
Hermione froze and bit back a guffaw at his triumphant expression. “Severus,” she said, trying to sound serious but failing, her voice tittering over the syllables. “Give me my wand.”
“Come over here and get it.”
“No way.” She shook her head with a laugh. “Toss it over here.”
He shook his head and leaned forward, ready to pounce.
Hermione eyed the door. He wouldn’t chase her through the house, and she really did want to go to the bathroom . . . to brush her teeth. It wasn’t a lie per se. “Be good, Severus.” Hermione took a tiny step toward the door. “I’m just going to go to the loo,” she said in a slow, calm voice that only wobbled with one small note of a giggle. She made a dash for it.
Severus caught her in two easy steps, wrapping his arm round her waist and swinging her back around toward the bed. “I don’t think so, Miss Granger. Spanking first, loo later.”
Hermione squealed and wiggled, but she was laughing too hard to get free. “No, Severus,” she gasped. “Please. Not tonight. My bum’s still burning.”
He got her back to the chair and over his knee. “Keep still.” He grinned and threw his leg over hers to keep her down. “I want that bum glowing. It’ll match your pussy.”
Hermione put back her hands when he went to take down her bottoms. “Wait,” she said, holding them up. “I’m not ready." She tried to catch her breath, unable to stop smiling.
“Then why can I smell you through two layers of clothing? Get your hands on the floor right now,” he ordered. His grin tilted his words.
“Please let me go to the loo. You’re pushing on my bladder." She cracked up at the end as he tickled her back.
He smirked. “If you would stop wiggling around, it wouldn’t bother you." Snape pried her fingers from her pajamas and held her arm to her back. With his other hand he pulled her pajamas and knickers down below her bum. The smell of pussy got stronger. Her cheeks were only slightly discolored from earlier.
“Barely pink,” he informed her. “Still a lot more damage to be done here. Accio hairbrush.”
Hermione struggled harder. “No, no! Not the brush. I’ll be good.”
“Ten with the brush, and then you can go.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, finally able to stop giggling.
The wood popped loudly against her backside.
“One! Thank you, sir.”
Snape was the one who couldn’t stop laughing after that. He hadn’t asked her to count, but she seemed unable to stop herself. “Good girl.”
Pop!
“Two. Thank you, sir.”
“Faster.”
Pop! Pop!
“Four. Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome,” he answered with a smirk.
Pop! Pop!
“Six. Thank you, sir!”
Pop! Pop!
Hermione moaned and slapped the floor. “Thank you, sir!”
“No counting for me?”
“I don’t know. Eight? Yes. Eight. Thank you, sir.”
He gave her two last hard hits, and she shouted. “Ow-w-w! Ten! Thank you, sir.”
He set the brush next to him and rubbed her warm skin. “So pretty,” he cooed. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Please finger me, sir!”
“I thought you wanted to go to the loo,” he said in mock concern.
“Please!”
“No fingers. But . . . I’ll give you my cock if you ask nicely.”
“Yes yes yes!” she breathed. “Please let me have your cock, sir. I need it so much. I’m so close.”
He pulled her up and bent her over the foot of the bed. Tearing open his fly, he was up against her soaked slit in seconds. He pushed in with no warning, and she was so slick he slid all the way to the hilt without meaning to.
“Ah!” She was pretty sure her uterus just tried to jump ship.
“Hold on to the bed, love,” he whispered, not pausing.
She dug her fingers into the quilt as he started to slam into her hard and fast. “Oh God! That’s . . . Fuck!”
He heard her pussy cheering him on. It sounded as if she were going to wet the bed after all. “Still need the loo?” he asked, leaning over her, fingers digging into her hips.
“I lied!”
He bust out laughing and had to slow down while he steadied himself. “That’s another spanking. You’re on a roll tonight.”
“I’m going to come, sir.”
“I don’t know if I should let you.”
His play displeasure had no effect on her. She came right then. “Unh!”
Snape felt some of her juice run over his cock as she groaned his name. Working just a little harder, he pushed himself over, spilling into her throbbing channel. He bounced off her warm backside with several small jerks. When he finished, he whispered her name and slumped onto his hands over her back.
Hermione turned her head to the side and smiled. “That was so good. See, pajamas are fun.”
He snickered and pulled out, patting her arse. “Point taken. Now get off your clothes and get in bed. We both have to work tomorrow.”
Hermione grinned and stepped out of her pajamas then tore off her shirt and climbed into the bed. She watched him pull off the rest of his clothes and then wrapped her arms around him when he lay down next to her.
Severus smiled and dimmed the lights then stuffed his wand under his pillow. His arm went around her shoulders, and he kissed the top of her head. “So . . . about this lie you told,” said, trying not to laugh. “That was very naughty.”
Hermione grinned into his chest. “It wasn’t entirely a lie. I wanted to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.”
He shook his head. “Remind me to never tell you any secrets. One good thrust and you reveal everything.”
“Hardly,” she said with a derisive laugh. “I am very good at keeping secrets, and you know that was at least twenty thrusts.”
He snorted. “I wasn’t counting.” Severus leaned in close and rolled partway on top of her, kissing her until they were both short of breath. “Let’s see how many it takes to make you scream my name, shall we?”
Hermione giggled as he slipped inside her and started to count.

- - - - - - - - - -
Ron came into the kitchen, his face sickly pale. Harry put down his apple crumble with a concerned look. “Something wrong?”
Ron shook his head no. “Hermione’s home,” he said weakly.
Harry grinned. “Yeah.”
“They have got to put up a permanent Sound Shield. I’m going to be scarred for life.”
Harry burst out laughing, dropping his fork on his crumble-covered plate. “How bad was it?”
“I only made it halfway up the stairs. Bloody hell. That’s just wrong. You should go up and say something to them.”
Harry shook his head. “Unh uh. I know too much about Hermione’s sex-life as it is. Besides, it would just embarrass her.”
Ron nodded in agreement. “We could slip a note under the door.”
Harry started to laugh again. “Like what? Dear Greasy Git. Please stop shagging our friend within hearing range. Sincerely, your two favorite Gryffindors. Something like that?”
Ron smiled. “That sounds good. You know I . . . I heard him hitting her.”
Harry’s smile dropped. “What!”
“No, no,” Ron said, stopping him from standing. “She was laughing . . . and moaning. It sounded like she wanted it.”
Harry gave him a confused look then sat down. “What did you hear?”
Ron went red but looked around to make sure they were alone. “I heard them say something about a hairbrush, and then it sounded like he was . . . you know . . . using it on her.”
“Wait, do you mean spanking her? I don’t know if hitting and spanking are quite the same thing. I mean I guess they are, but . . .”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean. And, Merlin's balls, that’s not all I heard. By the time I got back down the stairs, she was begging him to shag her. I couldn’t get down here fast enough.”
Harry snickered and picked up his fork again. “I’m pretty sure they were going at it when I stopped at Snape’s house the other day. You’d think they’d need to rest sooner or later.”
“You think she really fancies that sort of thing, or is she just doing it for him?”
Harry tried not to look guilty. Your sister certainly likes it. “Did it sound like she was just doing it for him?”
Ron let out a disappointed sigh and shook his head. “I don’t know if I’ve ever heard her so happy.”
Harry grinned down at his crumble. “Good for her. As long as they don’t make me see it, I can live with that.”

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Severus woke up the next morning with an annoying stream of light shining on his eyes. They’d forgotten to close the blinds. He turned his face to the pillow and pulled her tighter. Wait a minute. He pulled away from her and looked down at his cock. There had been no hard ridge when he pressed into her bum; he was beyond relieved to see that it was currently in its original and reduced state. Thank Merlin!
He reached down and covered his shriveled prick with one hand. It felt blessedly soft, and he couldn’t wait to go take a nice normal piss. “Wake up, Hermione,” he mumbled to her braid.
“Mmphmmm,” she groaned.
“It’s seven something,” he answered. “And my cock is no longer doubling as a hat stand.”
Hermione opened her eyes and squinted back at him over her shoulder. “S’better?” she slurred.
“I should have known spending one night in a house with Potter would kill my libido.”
Hermione rubbed her eyes and shifted around to look at his dick. She smiled at the vulnerable softness between his legs and reached out to pet it.
He caught her wrist. “Don’t you even think about it. I am going to take a gloriously easy piss, and you will not deprive me of that.”
Hermione giggled groggily. “‘Kay.”
He kissed her head then rolled out and padded to the door, picking up his robe as he went. She watched his pale arse disappear behind it. Snuggling into the warm spot he left behind, she sighed in relief. While she enjoyed ever-hard Snape in a sexual sense, she was glad to have his flaccid friend back. He wouldn’t be so tense, and that made her happy. Plus, she’d forgotten how much she liked getting him hard. That was a great deal of fun.
He came back and climbed in bed with her, his robe getting tangled in the sheets. “The loo has never looked more beautiful,” he told her.
Hermione laughed and put her arm around him. “Should we celebrate?”
“As long as it’s not with sex.”
She kissed his neck. “I’ll give you a rest. We could go to dinner or something.”
“Eating . . . without my cock jabbing me in the stomach,” he said, groaning in mock delight. “That sounds bloody fantastic.”
Hermione smiled. “I’m equally excited about wearing clothes to the table. Where should we go?”
“Hm. There’s a nice quiet Italian place on the edge of London. It’s Muggle. We probably won’t be spied on.”
Hermione stretched one arm and leg to pull the kink out of her back. “How fancy?”
“Just wear what you’re wearing to work.”
“M’kay. You’ll pick me up when you get home?”
“Be ready at seven.”
She rolled over and slid out of bed. “I hope you’re paying. I’m flat broke.”
“I suppose,” he said with a long-suffering sigh. “As long as you agree to go to my house during your lunch breaks this week and stir my Wolfsbane for me.”
Hermione gave him a surprised look as she pulled on her pajamas. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just add two pinches of nettles and stir it clockwise twenty-eight times.”
“Starting today?”
“That would be helpful.”
“How am I going to get through your wards?”
His brow furrowed as he shook his head. “I set an inclusion for you into the wards ages ago. Just walk in the front door like you always do.”
Hermione pulled on her top and looked at him, shocked. “You mean, I can just walk into your house any time at all? Even if you’re not there?”
“Yes, of course. I hardly think you have any malicious intent. Unless you’re planning to steal more ingredients while I’m out,” he added with a grin. “I know the precise amounts of every ingredient in the house. You’re getting the paddle if I find anything missing.”
She blushed. “I am not going to steal your ingredients. You said I could use anything I wanted.”
He shrugged. “And you may. As long as you tell me.”
“So you want me to do it every day this week?”
“It would make things easier. If you can’t do it, just say so.”
“No, I can do it. I’m just surprised you want me to.”
“I trust you. I think you can handle two pinches and some stirring.”
“Can I eat lunch while I’m there?”
He gave her another look that said he was wondering how sane she really was. “Why on earth wouldn’t you be able to eat lunch there?”
She shrugged. “It’s your food.”
He rolled his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face. “Come over here this instant, Miss Granger.”
Hermione walked around to his side of the bed. He sat up and turned to her, pulling her hips to rest between his legs. “I appreciate you not wanting to take over my house. I do like my privacy. But you make it sound as if I’m barely putting up with you. When I said I love you, that means you are part of my life. I told you the other day that what I have is yours. Did you not believe me?”
She shrugged again. “I thought that was just potions stuff.”
He sighed. “Well, now I’m telling you that it means everything. I may dislike sharing with most people, but I have no issue with you.” He pulled her face closer and put his forehead to hers. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
Hermione smiled. “I love you. And I’ll take care of your Wolfsbane.”
“I knew you would.”

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They managed to wait until Tuesday night before shagging again. Hermione didn’t have any problems with Snape’s potion, and she ate lunch at his house every day, making up for her excessive spending the week before. Harry’s party was Friday night, and she went with him on Thursday night to help get the Burrow ready. (Severus owled, saying he had to keep working but he’d be at Grimmauld Place before she went to bed.) The Burrow looked festive with all the fairy lights and streamers. Hermione kept Mrs. Weasley distracted while Harry and Ginny “got the furniture set up outside."
Friday, Hermione stirred Snape’s potion at lunch and then owled him from the office, saying she’d get ready for the party after work and then go to his house to wait for him. It would be easier for him to shower and change at his house.
When she got out of the office at five, she went to Grimmauld Place and took a shower. Harry and Ron weren’t home yet, so she had the place to herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been alone.
After her shower, she sprayed some Krypto’s Kurly Girl elixir in her hair so it would dry less frizzy and more curly. Unless she pulled it back, that was the best she could do. She put on a little makeup (and then a little more when she realized it would be dark by the time the party got going). Figuring he wouldn’t want her to wear tights, she smeared some Hair-2-Bare on her legs and then quickly rinsed it off under the tub’s tap.
After dotting her wrists with perfume, she got out her dress. There was a moment where she wondered which bra to wear with it then she remembered her deal with Severus. That made dressing a lot faster.
Twisting and turning in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction. The dress was well worth the ten quid.
Hermione Apparated to Spinner’s End and made him a snack so he wouldn’t have to wait until the party to eat. There was only about a half hour or so until he got home, so she settled with a book in the front room to wait for him.
She’d been sitting there for five minutes when she heard a beak tap at the back window. Walking through the kitchen, she went through the utility room and opened the window. A small brown owl settled on the ledge and stuck out his leg for her. Taking the note, she rolled it out and read.
Hermione,
If you have time, go out and pick the rest of the monkshood. I need it tomorrow. I’ll be home soon.
—Severus
P.S. You'd better not have on a bra or knickers when I get home. I haven’t forgotten our deal. I’ll put in your plug before we leave.
Hermione had no doubt that he remembered. The man forgot nothing. She got the small basket and went out for his monkshood.

- - - - - - - - - -
“I’m home,” Snape called when he stepped in the front door. Silence. He stood at the stairs. “Hermione?”
No answer. He went to the kitchen and saw his note and a sandwich on the table, so he tried the back door. She was delicately laying the monkshood into a basket, careful to preserve each plant. When she turned and smiled at him, he almost forgot how to breathe. His dream had come to life.
“Severus, you’re home!” She left her basket on the ground and dashed over to him, hugging him round the waist. “I missed you. Did you eat your sandwich? I didn’t want you to be starved before the party.”
He tipped up her face to look at him. “Not yet. Thank you, love. You look very pretty today. Is that new?”
Hermione smiled. “It was on sale. Wait till you see what’s under it.”
Severus smirked. “I look forward to that. Did you have a nice day at work?”
“Yes. Did you?”
“It was uneventful. Which I prefer,” he muttered, giving her lips a soft kiss. “Mmm, minty.”
Hermione grinned. “It’s my lipgloss.”
He wiped the corner of her mouth. “It’s getting smeared. And I’m sure it’ll be even more smeared after you suck my dick tonight.”
Hermione was just glad he’d agreed to go. Sucking his dick was icing on the cake. “Probably. I don’t mind.”
He kissed her again, longer and with a lot more tongue. By the time he pulled away, one of her arms was around his neck, and she was panting and staring at him as if she were the one who needed a snack. He ran one finger down the front of her chest, grazing over her pendant and then down between her breasts. “I love you.”
Hermione wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and get grass stains all over him. “I love you more.”
Severus smiled. Before he could talk himself out of it, he said what he’d been thinking for the past week. “Live with me.”
Hermione blinked in confusion. It was half question, half statement. “What?”
“Live with me. School starts in a week . . . for both of us. Live with me at Hogwarts. We can work out something with the Floo Network if you don’t want to apparate to uni every day.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, very serious. I don’t mind going to Grimmauld Place during the summer, but it seems rather pointless. I want to live with you.”
“I . . . I . . . Have you asked if I’m allowed?”
“I’ll ask Albus tonight. If he says no, I’ll quit. I don’t like teaching enough to spend all that time away from you. Say yes.”
There was a pleading in that say yes. She nodded. “If you’re sure."
“I’m sure. You know I can’t sleep without you. I’ll be fucking miserable if I have to wait until the weekends to see you.”
“I would be too,” she whispered. “Of course I’ll live with you.”
He sighed in relief and kissed her again. When he pulled back, he kept her face in his hands, searching her eyes for deception. “Are you certain? You don’t have to. You know what I’m like to live with.”
Hermione’s face broke into a smile. “Are you completely mad? There is nothing I want more. I love you.”
Severus saw no shades of dishonesty. She wanted it as much as he did. He kissed her again and didn’t let go until she pounded on his shoulder for air.
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