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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco’s detention had been, predictably, quite fruitless. He refused to give me any information on his plans, sneering haughtily at me, insinuating that I was just trying to get a bit of glory for myself. I found far too much pleasure in finding the most disgusting and degrading tasks imaginable for him to complete. I’m ashamed to admit how delighted I was to purge my frustrations torturing the little brat every Saturday evening for the remainder of the term.
Two weeks later, I sent Malfoy to bed following a grueling three hours of scooping out and dehydrating Hinkypunk brains. I had just entered my laboratory when my arm flared with cold fire. I stormed into my bedroom, Hermione looking up with concern from the pile of notes and arithmancy equations detailing the dreadfully complicated three-part potion we’d been inventing for the past few weeks.
I threw on my robes, tucking my masque into an interior pocket. I stormed back through the lab, but Hermione caught me by the back of my cloak just as I was about to disappear through the wall. She pulled my face down and pressed me to her bosom, stroking my hair affectionately and kissing the top of my head. “It will all be ok,” she whispered, “I will be waiting for you. I’ll take care you. I’ll always take care of you…” I nodded that I understood, pulling away reluctantly and striding down the corridor at a rapid clip.
When I knelt before the Dark Lord a number of minutes later, my mind was a placid lake, glassy and smooth. Nothing could disturb the perfect peace that I wrapped around myself like a cloak. When he dove into my mind, I couldn’t help but grin devilishly. I fed him the images from Spinner’s End… Hermione telling me she loved me, her flawless nude body spread across my bed, my tongue probing her virginal depths.
When my vision returned, his face was a disturbingly satisfied rictus: very nearly a convincing imitation of joy. His thin lips pulled back from his pointed teeth in something akin to a smile. “Very well done, Severus. It’s taken you nearly an entire school year, but you accomplished the impossible- making a sexy little minx like that fall for a hideous, greasy bat such as yourself!” He let out a wheezing laugh, sounding rather like a leaky radiator, or a snake being strangled to death.
I removed my masque and allowed a darkly triumphant expression to cloud my face, ignoring his insulting jabs as per usual. “That’s not my only good news, Master,” I purred with a malicious grin, “I’m also making excellent progress on convincing Potter that I’m his ally.”
The Dark Lord laughed, clapping his skeletal, long-fingered hands together delightedly. “Oh, very well done, Severus! I must say, I never anticipated such accomplishments from you! You’ve truly exceeded my expectations!” I nodded subserviently, sweeping my cloak behind me in a cultured bow. “I live only to serve the glory of my Master,” I murmured, coloring my voice convincingly with pride and love.
He raised his wand, pointing it towards my lowered head and casting a wordless spell. I fell flat onto my back, riding enormous waves of pleasure that seemed on the verge of drowning me in their exquisite beauty. Incredible, otherworldly notes seemed to ring in my ears. With each swell of the music, my body hummed and tingled in concert. When the charm finally abated, I saw that well over an hour had passed. The Dark Lord had left long ago while I writhed on the floor in the ecstatic throes of his little reward. I pulled myself unsteadily to my feet, and the very air around me felt thick with delirium. I stumbled out the front doors of the manor in a fog, blind to my surroundings, a persistent humming in my ears.
I worried about splinching myself in my disoriented state, but I fortunately arrived at Hogwarts in one piece. I entered the gates to find Hermione sitting with her back resting against a tree trunk, reading a large book by wandlight. She ran over when she saw me, pointing her wand in my face. I retracted from the light, hissing like a vampire in a cheesy muggle movie. “Your pupils are enormous!” she gasped, taking my face between her palms and staring into my eyes appraisingly. “Are you high?” she asked incredulously, a wrinkle forming between her brows.
I let out a loud bark of a laugh, grinning at her broadly, “Yes! How did you guess?!”
I cracked myself up then, bending double and holding my stomach. She looked at me disapprovingly and raised a single eyebrow. “I was really worried about you, you know…” she scolded. “I thought you were going to be interrogated by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!”
I grinned at her evilly, “I was interrogated! But He was so pleased with the progress I’d made with you that he opted to reward me for all my hard work and sacrifice!”
Her intense blush was visible even in the nighttime gloom. “So He saw us? Doing… stuff?” She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself.
I looked at her incredulously, “You knew that was going to happen! You’re the one who suggested the whole idea!”
“Yeah, I know that, but it just feels so icky…” she trailed off, staring up at the cloudy, starless sky. “Why did you even come up with the plan if you were so disturbed by him seeing us together?” I asked, confusion clouding my blitzed mind.
“I just… I don’t know… I just wanted an excuse to get closer to you…” she mumbled.
I looked at her blankly, “Why the hell would you want that?”
She somehow blushed even brighter, hiding her face in her hands shamefully. Her voice was muffled as she whispered, “Because I liked you, ok?! It started forever ago… At first it was just a teacher crush… You know, like an intellectual thing. You never lacked an answer to a question. You came up with the most fascinating assignments. I thought it was so brilliant how you hinted about Professor Lupin’s condition with the assignment on werewolves! And you were so incredibly brave, protecting us from Remus when he accidently transformed! But then I hit puberty… And things started to change. I’d get little thrills of electricity down my spine when your deep voice would echo around the classroom, mocking me, mocking my friends… When I was learning to masturbate, I found that my mind would always inevitably wander to you. I’d imagine your long-fingered, graceful hands on my skin; your rich voice murmuring in my ear. I had these elaborate fantasies about serving detention with you. I started casting a weekly birth control charm on myself way back in October, just in case…” she trailed off, apparently too humiliated to continue.
My mouth hung open; I was convinced the entire thing was just an intricate hallucination. “Gods, you must think I’m so stupid!” she cried out, stamping her foot petulantly on the ground.
I shook my head slowly, looking down at her with a dazed expression on my face. “So you’ve wanted me for years?” I asked skeptically. She nodded, refusing to make eye contact. Dumbfounded by this revelation, I inelegantly dropped onto the grass as the world seemed to tilt and sway beneath me.
“Is this real life?” I mused, looking around me dazedly. “Stop it! Stop making fun of me!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I took her hand and pulled her down to my level. She knelt on the ground, studiously avoiding looking at me. “Hermione…” I crooned melodically, affectionately. She finally looked at me, humiliated tears still falling.
I gave her a sly grin. “This is the most amazing news I’ve ever received!” I laughed triumphantly. “I spent all of fall semester hating myself for wanting you! I thought I was this perverted monster, choosing to read too much into your innocent actions, convincing myself that you were responding to me… I wanted to kill myself after the night of Slughorn’s party… I thought I had assaulted you, terrified you…”
“You know I wore that dress for you, don’t you?” she asked shyly, peering up at me through her long eyelashes. “I guess I wanted you to see me as, like, an actual woman, instead of this scrawny little nerd girl…”
“Oh, trust me, I see you as a woman,” I growled playfully, leaning forward so that our faces were a mere hair’s breadth away. “And I still see you in that dress every damn time I close my eyes. You were the most magnificent thing I had ever beheld. The only time you’ve ever looked better is when you were naked on my bed…” I stared intensely into her smoldering eyes; her mouth was so close to my own that I could feel her every breath on my tingling lips.
The tattered shreds of my self-control were evaporating in the afterglow of the Dark Lord’s spell. “Goddamnit…” I whispered, breathing deeply, trying desperately to slow my pounding heart.
Her eyes were dark, nearly furious in their intensity. Her pupils were flicking back and forth rapidly, unable to focus her gaze on both of my eyes at such close range. She licked her lips unconsciously, and I could see that they were swollen with arousal. The sight of her little pink tongue poking out of her luscious mouth nearly undid me with its connotations.
“Professor…” she whispered, desperation apparent in her voice. I couldn’t stop thinking about that nubile young girl, discovering herself while thoughts of me circled through her head…
“Touch me, Hermione,” I groaned, wrapping my hand around her slim wrist and casting a wandless numbing charm on her entire arm. “But…” she started to protest, but I gave her arm a sudden tug, forcing her to fall forward on top of me. I leaned back on one elbow, reaching desperately into my robes, fumbling with the closure of my trousers. Hermione adjusted her body so that she lying almost fully on top of me. She straddled my right thigh, pushing herself needfully against me. Her eyes were wide, alarmed but determined.
I finally freed my cock, and the flesh was burning hot and feverish to the touch. I throbbed desperately, erratically. She reached out for me with her anesthetized hand, slowly, nervously. With a grunt of frustration, I wrapped my hand around her own and forced her to grab me at once. She let out a little gasp, but whispered, “It hurts, but it’s not awful. Like I have a pinched nerve or something…” I ignored her, breathing deeply through the waves of agony that wracked my entire body. Lightning bolts seemed to radiate through my limbs from my crotch, which was searing like a bonfire. But my pain sensors were deadened with all the serotonin released by the Dark Lord’s spell. I could still feel the delicious pressure of our hands around my swollen member.
I wrapped my hand yet tighter around her own, starting to gradually move up and down. I was floating in a glorious haze of pain and pleasure. Each stroke let loose fresh agony, but the sight of her touching me was intoxicating, mind-blowing, a revelation. “Use your saliva…” I groaned. She looked hesitant, but eventually she dropped a globule of spit onto my cock, blushing furiously the whole time. The string clung to her lip for a long second, and the obscene visual was ridiculously erotic. She rubbed her saliva over my exposed glans with her thumb, drawing a gasp from me. She smiled up at me then, swirling her palm across the moistened head. I moaned, throwing my head back deliriously.
Encouraged by my response, she added more lubrication, glancing up at me with a flirtatious expression on her face. After a minute, she pushed herself up, straddling my legs, her thighs straining to reach across my own. She took my cock in both of her hands, gasping loudly in pain, and I was shamefully gratified to see that she couldn’t even hold the entire length in her two dainty hands. She gripped me tightly, experimenting with different speeds, different types of movement. I was in the throes of ecstasy; literally anything she did to me, no matter how unpracticed, was sheer heaven. I felt my balls starting to contract, pulling up into my body in anticipation of their moment.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel floated to us on the wind. The noise came from around the bend of the path, hidden from our view by a shadowy copse of trees. We scrambled frantically to our feet. Hermione cast a remarkably powerful Disillusionment Charm, disappearing almost completely in the murky, starless night. I threw my robes over my straining cock, not having the time or coordination necessary to get it safely tucked away. Hermione pressed herself against my back; I placed my hands on my waist so that my cloak would billow out, obscuring her from view.
An enormous silhouette appeared around the curve, strolling at a leisurely pace along the gravel path. As Hagrid came into view, I fixed a haughty sneer on my face. He startled when he made out my shape in the darkness, shouting across the distance, “Bloody ‘ell, Snape! Whatcha doin’ out ‘ere in the middle a tha night?!”
“My business is no concern of yours, oaf,” I snarled. “Obviously I am returning from a meeting with the Dark Lord, so I would appreciate just a modicum of privacy as I make my pathetic, agonizing way up to the castle!” I spat angrily. He offered to help me up the incline, but I waved him off with a contemptuous growl. He padded off into the mirk, continuing his nighttime stroll, and it was many long minutes before my heart rate slowed to a reasonable pace.
When I was quite certain he had gone, I turned around and pulled Hermione into a tight embrace, casting the counter-spell to her disillusionment. “Fuck, that was close,” I breathed, burying my face in her coarse mane. “No kidding,” she whispered.
But then she pressed her hips against me, grinning at me broadly. “Even after near catastrophe, you’re still hard?” she giggled in an alluring manner.
“This is what you do to me, girl,” I growled. “You have surgically removed every last bit of good sense from my body. I’ve lost all ability to control myself, to make sensible decisions…”
“I wish you would control yourself less…” she teased, placing her hands on my chest and grasping handfuls of my thick, brocaded robes. “Take it back out,” she whispered.
“He could come back at any moment!” I protested halfheartedly.
She grinned at me, “I don’t care.”
I spread my robes open, exposing my aching member once again. “Touch yourself how you like it. I want to know what you enjoy…” she commanded me. Tremendously aroused by her dominance, I did as she instructed. After a few minutes, she knelt down to get a better view.
The visual of her on her knees before me, mouth mere inches from my cock, crease of studious concentration between her brows, was my undoing. I cried out that she needed to move, that I was going to come, but she stayed rooted to the spot. When the first spurt exploded into my hand, she tipped her head back, opening her mouth wide. A hot flush of arousal burned in my chest, fogging my mind.
I let out a feral, agonized sound at the sight and blasted the rest of my load across her face, then smeared it across her cheek with my semen-coated hand. I’m ashamed of how erotic I found the degrading image of her innocent young face covered in my spunk. She swallowed the small amount that I had managed to get into her little mouth, licking her lips and looking up at me mischievously. “Holy hell, woman…” I gasped, waving my hand over her with a wandless cleansing charm. “What the fuck was that?!”
She shrugged, saying, “I’ve seen people doing that in adult films… It seemed like the right thing to do.”
“Hermione, don’t feel like you need to do things like that for me. Don’t force yourself to be something you’re not. I’m happy with you just as you are. Just because I’m more experienced than you… You shouldn’t degrade yourself because you think that’s what I want…” I struggled for the words to express myself.
She laughed in exasperation, grabbing ahold of my sleeve to pull herself to her feet. “Oh. My. Gods. How long is it going to take before you stop doing this?! I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, ok? I’m not trying to ‘be something I’m not’,” she scoffed disdainfully. “Is it that hard to believe that I actually enjoy the things we do?”
“Yeah, actually, it is,” I admitted.
“Why? Do you really think I’m that innocent? Cause you don’t know the things I fantasize about… some of them are pretty fucked up… I’m not the perfect little angel that you seem to think I am!”
“No… no. It’s not that. I guess I just… can’t believe you’d want to do those things for me,” I muttered, surprising myself with how open I was being. I never allowed my careful projection of false self-confidence to waver in front of others. “You could have literally anyone you wanted. Anyone. I’m a big-nosed, gawky, greasy-haired bat. It makes no sense. Absolutely no sense…” I trailed off, and I felt tears stinging my eyes. Gods, that spell really did a number to me. I’m an emotional basketcase.
She reached for me, pulling my head down to rest on her shoulder. She stroked my hair, kissing my cheek in a motherly sort of way. Her display of affection snapped my paper-thin restraint, and the tears spilled forth from my eyes. I wept quietly, Hermione humming a soothing melody to me, swaying slightly as if rocking an infant. I quieted after a few minutes, sniffling dolefully.
“Your parents really did a number on you, didn’t they?” she asked, empathy and compassion coloring her voice.
“What ever do you mean? What do they have to do with anything?” I inquired, straightening up and staring at her, confusion wrinkling my brow.
“You’re incapable of believing anyone can care about you. You think you’re unworthy of love.”
I scoffed, turning my nose up haughtily. “Nonsense.”
She gave me a sad little smile, standing on her tip-toes to give me a peck on the cheek. “Maybe you’re not the textbook definition of beautiful, but you are ridiculously attractive. Your features are so striking; you need a strong nose to compliment your high, severe cheekbones and your sharp jaw.” I raised an eyebrow, looking at her curiously. “You’re not gawky… you’re lithe, graceful, controlled, intimidating… And when you actually make an effort and bother to take care of yourself, your hair is impossibly soft and shiny, and so long… I love running my fingers through it. But the sexiest thing about you is your voice. It’s so deep, and rich, and musical… I get shivers every time I hear it. When you were singing to me… I literally could have had an orgasm just from the sound of it!” she laughed, and I allowed the corner of my mouth to quirk up in amusement.
“Do you really mean those things?” I asked after a contemplative moment.
“Of course I do, Severus! You’ve felt how my body responds to you! Trust me, pure intellectual stimulation does not soak my panties like that!” she cracked up then, and her bubbling mirth brought mine along with it. We held each other, laughing riotously, for a long time. After an exultant few minutes we calmed down, smiling at each other affectionately. “I suppose not. I’ve certainly never gotten a hard-on from a philosophical discussion…” I joked drily. “Not even once or twice?” she asked, eyes twinkling. “Okay, maybe once. But I’m really into quantum theory…”
We disillusioned ourselves and strolled back up to the castle arm-in-arm. We joked and laughed quietly, playfully tussling every once in a while. When got to the top of the castle steps, we paused, looking at each other wistfully. “I miss being able to sleep with you occasionally,” she grumbled. “Stupid Draco, ruining everything.”
“It won’t always be like this, Hermione,” I reassured her, grasping her hands tightly in my own. “One day we’ll be able to be together. Really be together. Every single night…”
“…forever…” I finished quietly, nearly inaudible.
“Is that what you want?” she asked, her disillusioned face unreadable in the gloom.
I nodded my head, unable to say the words aloud.
“That’s what I want too,” she whispered. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
I felt tears stinging my eyes again, so I kissed her fiercely on the forehead, blinking furiously to keep them from falling. “I love you, Hermione,” I crooned, my lips brushing her forehead tenderly. “I love you too, Severus.”
I was bereft when we parted ways in the entrance hall. My chest felt like it had a gaping crater in it; my stomach fluttered unpleasantly. I dragged my feet down to my quarters with reluctant petulance. I flopped onto my bed, hugging a pillow to my chest. I laid like that for many hours before I finally drifted off: contemplating all the things that had happened, becoming increasingly convinced that I had hallucinated the entire thing. I wondered idly if I were still blissed out on the floor of Malfoy manor- that the entire exchange with Hermione had been an incredible dream created by my subconscious mind.
But when I grudgingly pulled myself out of bed for breakfast the next morning, the truth finally sank in. She wants me. She loves me. She wants to be with me forever. She wants me. She loves me. She wants to be with me forever. She wants me. She loves me. She wants to be with me forever…The words spiraled through my brain endlessly like a mantra. And despite the crushing hangover I was nursing from the Dark Lord’s spell, I felt like I was walking on a cloud. I couldn’t remember a day in my life when I’d ever felt better, more hopeful, more unburdened by the trials and tribulations of life. I can damn well do this, I told myself. I can win this fucking war.
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