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Seduction by Design	By : HappilyJaded Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Seduction by Design
- 2-Two
- 3-three
- 4-4
- 5-five
- 6-6
- 7-epilogue
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Seduction By Design

Epilogue

Severus Snape rolled over in bed and was surprised to find himself alone. He glanced over to the clock by his bed � it still read �YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING!� and he was inclined to agree. But something inside him was hungry, unappeased. And his midnight snack was nowhere to be found.

He rose from the twisted sheet, stretched out his naked form. His body was slightly sore from the past several hours of vigorous lovemaking with his young, feisty lover, but a delicious sense of vitality flowed within his veins. He hadn�t felt this alive�ever. Maybe it was contentment? No. That couldn�t be. Severus Snape, the Greasy Git, Dreaded Potions Master � he couldn�t possibly be happy, could he?

Well he wasn�t about to kick up his heels or anything ridiculous like that, but he felt like he had reason enough to smile now and then without the aid of dunderheaded students blowing themselves up. So it was possible.

Of course a very large portion of his happiness was currently unavailable. He wondered where she was and why she wasn�t in bed ready for him. He lazily slid on a pair of silk night pants � black of course, and obviously a gift from Hermione � and rubbed some of the sleep out of his eyes before he went to look for her.

He wasn�t too surprised to see the light on in his office, nor to find her there sprawled out in his favorite chair by the fire, reading. She looked so appealing by the fire, the warmth of the flames licking all the skin exposed beneath her matching silk robe, one sleeve daring to fall off her shoulder. She, of course, didn�t notice this. She was enraptured by the book, each word more magic than the next. Not many people gave such attention to �Olde Magick Worlds,� but the knowledge ensnared her senses her further and further until the last page.

He smiled. Books had been all to convenient teachers when he was younger, and while he now understood that experience was an equally important instructor, they still taught. They were both excellent students � adept at the practical because they had mastered the theory.

He moved with lithe feet behind her, leaning against the edge of the chair to stare down at her. She was leaning against one armrest; her left leg was thrown over the other, the silky robe barely held together by that flimsy silk belt. All he had to do was sneak one hand down and with one gentle tug it would come undone.

�Hermione.� He said her name instead.

She looked up and blushed, caught. She smiled. �Severus.�

�I suppose I should have realized your attraction lay in my private library, not in me.� He replied with mock sarcasm.

She giggled, reaching up to kiss his chin. �Well you do have a very extensive library.�

�I am wounded.� He brushed the hair from her face, tucking an arrant curl behind her ear. �Should I leave you two alone?�

�Not at all. Sit.� She jumped up from the chair, gesturing him to take her place. He sat; jumping slightly when she landed onto his lap, book in hand. He kissed her neck, settled his hands on her bare thighs, just under the robe. �I take it you are quite familiar with the magick of the olde world.�

�That is quite correct.� He answered, sucking her earlobe. �While not many wizards practice the spells, some of the older pureblooded families have taken to saving these tomes. To move forward we must remember where we came from,� He quoted, his fingers sliding under her robe to find the flare of her hip.

�Can you teach me some olde magick?� She asked, her eyes glowing in the fire�s light.

�Perhaps. Some of the spells I warn you, did end up becoming the basis of darker magic. Wizarding ancestors were more�basic in their desires.�

�Desires?� She asked, her pupils widening in interest.

�They sought what they needed. Food, water, shelter, a mate.� His hand found her breast, brushed the underside before gently ravishing the nipple. �Of course the basic needs soon changed as did the ages. They sought gold to fulfill their greed. They sought sex to meet their lust. Ultimately, they sought power, and as we are both aware, with power come responsibility, obligation and restraint. Thus darkness entered the olde magick spells, warping them forever.�

�So dark magic requires some loss of control,� She asked, wriggling her hips as he palmed her breast under the flimsy fabric, squeezed the supple tissue.

�Somewhat.� He pressed soft kisses against the curve of her neck, nipped her shoulder. �Control over morality mostly. Inhibition, another.�

�I see.� She writhed her hips again, moaning slightly. �Touch me, Severus.� She whispered.

�Where?� He asked.

She looked at him incredibly. �For Fuck�s sake, where do you think?�

He feigned ignorance. �Show me.�

She licked her lips in apprehension. �Okay.� She replied, undoing the belt and parting the robe. She spread her legs and brought to hand between the juncture of her thighs, slowly stroking her clitoris. �Here. Like this.� She replied huskily.

He sucked on her neck again, taking both of her bared breasts in his hands. �And then what would you like me to do?�

She sighed again. �Then, I want you to put your finger inside of me.� She replied, thrusting one of her own digits inside.

�Use your other hand to stimulate yourself.� He whispered, watching her pleasure herself on his lap. He watched as she reached forward one hand stroked her nub and the other thrust into her cunt. He pressed his erection into her bottom painfully.

�Tell me�more about olde magick. I want�to hear you.� She gasped, writhing away in his lap.

He was slightly taken back. She wanted�he had to let the idea register in his brain. He had no idea what to even say!

�Please,� She whimpered. �I want to come to the sound of your voice.�

A request he could definitely indulge. He cleared his throat and the words began to form. �The fidelius charm is an evolved form of olde magick. People believed in honor and trust and bound themselves by it.�

He could hear the slick sounds of her hand in her sex, her heart pounding in her chest; her body grow tenser and tenser. He continued. �A common act was magical bonding between man and woman.� One of his hands reached between her legs and began to thrust inside her, joining her finger. �Marriage was unknown, but a relationship based on trust was, so in order to bind the two people, they would do the Subuingo aeternus eternus, the joining of two souls for all time.� She was gasping now, trying to fight the growing onslaught of sensations. �It required combined bodily fluids to demonstrate union and the physical pleasure of a shared orgasm to demonstrate trust. The pair would recite the incantation and��

Her body tensed and she cried out, grabbing his hand. She jumped up from his lap and tore into his pants, freeing him. She straddled him quickly, sitting upon his aching erection. He hissed as he felt her slippery heat envelope his member, could think of nothing but meeting her frantic thrusting by grabbing her by the hips and pushing her back and forth. She was almost frantic as she smashed her mouth into his, her hips riding him with wild abandon and her tongue sliding into his mouth wantonly.

He felt his control fade quickly; her tight muscles clench down on him and begin to clamp down on him. She was crying out his name as she came, clutching him tightly. His seed spilled into her, filling her with a rush of wetness that leaked down between their joined bodies.

�You are quite odd.� He said at last.

She lifted her head from his shoulder. �How so?�

�You seem to�never mind. I just think you are odd. How many other women get violently horny listening to the voice of their lover?�

She smiled at him. �Your voice has a very�erotic sensuality of its own. You can talk to me anytime.�

�You, my apprentice, are not only odd by strangely perverse.� He lifted her palm to his lips and kissed it.

She shrugged. �Tell me more about this binding ritual and you shall find out how perverse I can be, my Love.� She answered, leaning in to kiss him again and seal both their fates.

Fin

AN: many thanks to eve/roarke, tarotgoddess7, Michelle, crissy, the many Anons, lilly, Amber, Lisa, June, dragon34, Kathy, lovethelab, Marilyn, lyndie567, moi, Trinity, Freda, Candice P., Sabrina, magicalwonder, innogen, serena, daygonna, mysticsong1978, MoMalfoy, Lia, Bree, ancientgirl, chris and catpower!

The ego feed was greatly appreciated and helped my progress! Also, to anyone who was diligent enough to catch my spelling/grammar errors but kind enough not mention anything: thank you! I plan on going over the story at a later date to revise properly.
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