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

The days passed, and neither Snape, nor Granger instigated any further intimacy. Outside of meals, they didn’t see each other at all.

A minor epidemic of Pulsing Pustules broke out amongst the student population, and Hermione had her hands busy and her infirmary overly full. When the last bed was threatening to be filled, she sent for the Headmistress.

"The treatment is easy enough, but there is the problem of contagion, you see. Even after the symptoms subside, I cannot send them back to their own rooms for another twenty-four hours, or they will just spread it to their dorm mates." She looked around and shook her head. "We have to ride it out, but I'm completely out of room. I need more beds set up somewhere away from the rest of the student population."

"Yes, I see," Minerva said with a sigh. "Unfortunately, we don’t have any place that qualifies. Perhaps we could take over one of the Houses, and merge two others?"

"That might work. I do recommend merging Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I'm not sure I have enough birth-control or Skele-grow for any other combination. It's a shame the Room of Requirement was destroyed. It would have been a perfect solution."

Minerva raised her eyebrows. "I hadn’t thought of that. You know? I do believe Filius might have fixed it. He and Severus worked on it for years."

"Snape?" Hermione didn’t bother to hide her surprise. "I always thought he eschewed foolish wand waving."

Minerva laughed. "He does. However, Filius found that some of the charms used to make the room function were actually an old form of Dark Magic. You know, the mind reading aspect of it. I'm not really sure how far they got though. I shall inquire immediately. It would be a far more preferable solution to your problem than merging houses, even if the Easter holiday is just around the corner."

"I hope it works. We'll need the room soon. My calculations show I'll have at least four new cases by tomorrow."

Minerva frowned. "I'll see if we can't clear out some of the classrooms nearby."

*

Hermione had just transfigured her own couch into a bed and pushed it out onto the infirmary floor for a miserable Miss Fangraham, when Severus walked in.

"Professor Snape," she called across the room. "How can I help you?" She pulled the make-shift curtain around the bed and headed over to him, using her wand to quickly cast a Sterilizing Charm on herself.

"The Headmistress asked me to show you how the Room of Requirement works. Professor Flitwick is busy with choir practice." He looked around the crowded room with distaste. "If you have a moment to spare?"

"I do. In fact, I have several. The poor mites are so miserable, it's best to keep them asleep. Let me just set my wards, and I can come straight away."

She followed him out of the infirmary, desperately trying not to look as happy as she felt. It was the first time they spoken to each other since he'd left her bed two weeks earlier. He looked marvelous. Still skinny and homely, but marvelous nonetheless.

"I understand that you and Filius spent a good deal of time working to repair the room," she said.

He darted a look at her and nodded. "We did. It wasn't a priority for the Ministry, so they never bothered with repairs. Filius and I worked on it in our spare time for three years."

"That was sporting of you. I feel the students need a little hideaway. It does them a bit of good to have somewhere safe to get up to mischief."

He sneered at her. "The students are unaware the room was ever repaired, and one can no longer enter it by simply walking back and forth past it mumbling. There is a key."

"Oh. I see. Well. I'm glad the room is back in order nevertheless. It does function the same way, doesn’t it?"

"More or less. I had to invent a few spells to approximate the function of the former room. It will serve your needs."

He stopped and turned to face an old, battered door that looked like nothing so much as a broom cupboard. He shoved a key into the lock and it clicked with a loud pop.

She turned her head to him.

"Wards," he said.

"Fascinating. I don’t remember any being so loud before."

He smirked and shouldered the door open. She followed him inside to find an enormous empty chamber, easily the size of the Great Hall. The only hints of magic were the floor to ceiling windows that let the late afternoon sun fill the space. The room was located in the center of the school and it wasn't possible for it to have any windows at all.

Despite the cheery sunshine, the lack of any furnishings made it look sadly barren.

"Well, the space is useful," she said with little enthusiasm.

He smirked again, and turned toward a shiny brass plate set into the wall by the door. "You need to place your palm on here and think of your desire. Like so." He touched his palm to the plate and immediately the room started to change. Row after row of hospital beds began to appear.

It occurred to her that there wasn't enough room to navigate between them. "Not quite," she said.

She reached for the plate as she stared at the room, trying to picture what she wanted. Her hand landed half on the plate, and half on Severus's own. Her head spun around at the feel of his warm skin, and her eyes flew to his face. She saw his Adam's apple bob, just before the room went dark.

She let out a frightened squeak, and Snape snatched her hand off the plate and pulled her close.

She blinked when light returned and twisted her head when she saw the expression on his face. She saw what had made him blush, and she felt herself blush in return.

The room appeared much smaller, lit only by small pools of light that illuminated an enormous, sensual-looking bed, and… other things.

Set against the wall was a post with manacles and a flogger hanging from a hook. To the side was a standing frame, full of straps and buckles. Silken cord hung down from an unseen ceiling, and in the center of the room was a padded leather bench with posts attached and wide, leather straps. Next to it was a table, piled high with phallic shapes of varying textures and sizes. In a corner stood a mannequin, adorned in a red satin corset, with thigh-high leather boots with matching red satin laces.

She swallowed audibly and turned to him. His face was a study in mortification, and she realized he thought the room had only captured his desire.

"My apologies," she said. "I'm obviously not as good at keeping my thoughts to myself as you are."

He blinked several times and then looked around again. "You want this too?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

She nodded.

His hand clenched hers and pressed it against his chest. "Then why haven’t you sent word? I've heard nothing from you in two weeks."

"I've not heard from you either. How stupid of me. I was waiting for you to come to me. After you left my rooms so unexpectedly, I didn’t know how to go about it. Should I have made an appointment? Sent you an owl? Oh, Severus. I've missed you terribly."

He crushed her to his chest and kissed her. Her knees went weak as he sucked her breath away. "Christ, Granger. I want you so badly I can’t sleep at night."

"Nor I! My bed feels too lonely now." She felt his hard cock pressing against her and she ground herself against him.

He growled as he lifted her skirts and started backing her against the wall. "Let me fuck you now. I want to feel myself inside of you."

"There's a bed right over there," she said with a smile.

"No. If I take you in that bed, I will want to take my time. Time is something we don’t have."

"You're right," she said, fumbling at the buttons on his trousers. She didn’t even bother to unbuckle his belt. She just reached in and freed him. Bending down, she stuffed him into her mouth as far as she could take him.

He cried out in pleasure, but pulled her away. "Both of us," he said enigmatically. He drew her back up and turned her to face the wall, flipping her skirts up and pulling down her knickers. She leaned over and braced herself against the wall as he rubbed himself against her. He spread her moisture with the tip of his cock, before starting to shove himself inside.

Their moans rang out in harmony as he slid in to the hilt.

He set a fast pace from the beginning and the room echoed with the wet slap of their bodies, and the ragged breathing.

"Gods, I've missed you, witch," he growled.

She let out a shuddering sigh and reached her hand up and slapped it against the plate. In a moment, the wall before them silvered into a mirror and she saw his face as he took her. Their reflections were naked.

His eyes flicked to her breasts in the mirror, and he groaned.

"Do you like that?" she crooned. "Do you like to see yourself as you fuck me, Severus?"

He licked his lips and nodded. Bending over, one of his hands moved around her hip and searched for her clit.

"Do you see now?" she continued. "Look at yourself, Severus. Can you understand why I find you so irresistible? Why I've gone to bed every night feeling empty? Why I stuffed my cunt full of toys and wished it were you?"

"Oh, fuck, Granger…"

"Did you miss me, Severus? Did you miss being able to shove your needy cock into my willing body?"

He moaned incoherently, and she felt his cock expand until it felt like a steel rod. Fingers fumbled between her legs.

"I've missed you too, Severus. These things in the room? I want to use them. I want to use them all. I want to fuck you again. I want to bend you over that bench and fuck your arse until you howl."

She watched as his eyes flew wide. He started to make strangled, gurgling noises and she smiled.

"You like that idea, don’t you? You want it as much as I do. You want me to take you. Toy with your needy little hole. Make you slick with oil…"

"Fuck, Granger! Stop! Nu—unghhhhh…"

She felt him pulsing deep within her and reveled in her power over him.

Bracing herself against the wall, she planted her feet to take his weight as he collapsed bonelessly along her spine. His chest heaved against her and she could feel his heart banging in his chest.

He straightened up and pulled out of her, rubbing his hand against her sodden folds. "I wanted to please you," he said, stroking her hard clit with one hand and palming her breast with the other.

She straightened up and fell back against him. Their mirror images looked decadent and sensual. "And you shall. However, as you said, there is little time at the moment. Come to my rooms tonight?"

"I'm on patrol, it won’t be until late."

"Come to me before your patrol."

He nuzzled her neck and slipped two fingers inside her. "Is that a request? Or an order?"

She squirmed against his hand. "Oh, an order… most definitely and order." She reached down and pushed his hand away. "But it is an order for later. Right now, I have a job to do."

He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers. "Indeed." He bent over, swept her knickers up off the floor, and stuffed them into his pocket. "Until later then."

She pulled herself together and helped him get his clothing in order as well. "May I ask you a question?"

"You just did," he replied with a smirk.

She swatted his arm. "Prat. I need to know something." She swept her hand toward the furnishings the room had supplied. "What is it you want the most? Pain? Humiliation? Loss of control? Punishment?"

He gave his full attention to fiddling with his cuffs, obviously squirming.

She reached out and stilled his hands with a touch. "I need to know how to meet your needs."

He sighed and nodded, still not meeting her gaze. "I don’t know," he said in a quiet voice. "I would like to try them all." He darted a look back at her face. "With you. Only with you."

She smiled at him. "So you finally trust me then?"

His face stilled and went blank. "With some things," he replied, before sweeping his hand across the plate and banishing the contents of the room.

A door appeared on the wall across from them.

"That will take you back to the infirmary. It will last as long as you need the room. When you are through here, use that door. I'm going to lock this one."

He left her without further word.

She stared at the room, still seeing what wasn't there anymore, and wondered what on earth he would still keep hidden.

*

Severus was bent over the footboard of Granger's bed. His trousers were around his ankles and his robes were thrown up over his back. Sweat dripped off his nose and onto the mussed satin sheet underneath him.

"Please," he begged.

"Patience," she replied, adding another finger and working him open.

The room smelled like sex. He'd already fucked her, bringing her to orgasm twice, but he hadn’t been allowed to reach his own climax, thanks to the insidious little strap around his bollocks.

He shivered as he felt her fingers slip out of him.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes, for fuck's sake…."

He heard her throaty chuckle and felt his heart contract. It was hard to control his tongue. He was so enthralled by her, it was almost everything he could do not to shout his feelings for her.

Coolness pressed against him and he shuddered.

"Bare down," she commanded.

He closed his eyes and exhaled as she pushed the object into his arse. "Oh… ohhh."

He felt himself close around it, and she pressed his cheeks together. "Stand."

He pushed up from the bed, holding his robes up around his waist so she could bind his aching cock against his stomach with a soft belt.

When she was done, she turned him around and gestured for him to drop his robes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked with concern.

"Yes," he said. "I've wanted to since the staff meeting."

She gave him a brilliant smile. "Alright. You remember the charms?"

He nodded.

"You can remove the strap at any point, there's no hex on it."

"I know." He took a moment to glance in the mirror over the chest of drawers. He looked only slightly wild-eyed. Hopefully he would just look angry if anyone were to find him. He prayed to whoever listened to such things that the little brats were all in bed.

He turned back and reached for her, pulling her up against him and kissing her deeply. She mewled like a kitten.

"Be careful," she said, following him to the fireplace.

The pleasure had already started, minor, but noticeable.

"Severus?"

He stopped with his hand in the Floo powder.

"Enjoy yourself."

He swallowed and nodded.

He was gone in a flash of green.

*

Hermione didn’t even wait for the flames to die down. She raced into her bedroom and threw on her thickest cloak and two pairs of socks. She had less chance of making noise if she went without shoes.

She headed out into the infirmary, checking over her sleeping patients, and then into the Room of Requirement. Assured that all was well, she reset her wards and headed out into the school.

She cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself and set off to find Snape on patrol.

It took her forty minutes to find him. The muffled slam of a door on the sixth floor gave him away. She raced after the sound and found herself peering into to an empty classroom. The door has bounced back open again, but he hadn’t noticed. She crouched down and pushed the door open to see him sliding down the wall, moaning softly.

She cast several charms quickly and slipped inside.

His head came up and he looked around in fright, but didn’t stop hauling up his robes to get at his cock. He ripped away the belt around his waist and began fisting himself. He didn’t take the strap off his bollocks. He grasped his wand and began murmuring the charms that would expand the plug in his arse and set it moving. She watched, rapt, as his wand slid from his hand and he moaned.

She peeked back over her shoulder, glad for the Notice-Me-Not and Silencing Charms she'd put up.

Turning back, she quietly crept closer as he slid further down. He was now lying flat on his back with his legs spread wide. His robes were bunched up nearly to his armpits.

He pumped himself furiously, mumbling to himself between groans. She heard him softly call her name several times.

She was so intent on watching him that she wasn't watching where she was going and grazed a desk with her hip.

They both froze.

She saw several shades of escalating panic on his face as he shoved his robes down and reached for his wand. She quickly ended her Disillusionment Charm.

"It's just me," she whispered. "I needed to make sure you were safe."

His eyes closed when he saw her.

She cast a warming charm and closed the distance between them. When he started pumping his cock in his hand again, she leaned over him and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Look at you…" she whispered. "So needy, so desperate. You can’t even help yourself anymore, can you?"

His dark eyes looked at her with pleading.

She leaned down to kiss him again and his head came up off the floor to meet her. He moaned, several short bursts of desperate sound.

She sucked his tongue out of his mouth and he groaned, dropping his head back to the floor. "You're so lovely," he said. "So beautiful."

"So are you," she replied moving away. She shifted until she was between his legs and then knelt down. "So it this." She watched him tugging at himself for a moment, before slowly lowering her head.

"Oh, gods, yes. Please… Please…" he rasped.

She leaned down and placed her mouth over the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head. His hands grazed her lips as he continued to frantically stroke himself.

She took his hands and pulled them around his hips, place one on each cheek of his arse. He groaned and pulled his arse wide as the toy in his hole fucked him. She slipped loose the strap around his bollocks and massaged them, as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yesssss…. Oh, fuck… Take it, take it oohhh, I'm go—unghhhhh. Yes, oh, so beautiful. I love y-your tongue…"

She reveled in his cries. He was out of control and in ecstasy because of her, and she was drunk on the power she held. She took him as far as she could as he blew his cum down her throat.

She pulled away when she heard the scrape of his wand across the floor. He canceled the charm, and she made short work of removing the rest of his accessories. She pocketed everything, pulling his robes back down as far as she could. She crawled up his body and kissed him, before laying her head down on his chest.

His heart was pounding under her ear.

"Severus?"

"Hmmm?"

"When you realized someone was in the room with you, did you like that? The idea of being caught?"

He rumbled a dark chuckle. "No."

She sighed with relief. "Good. We can cross that off the list then. I wasn't fond of the idea of audiences, myself."

He laughed and hugged her. "Indeed. However, this did make me think of one other thing I'd like to try."

"Oh?"

"A gag."

"Really?"

"Definitely."

"Alright. But I rather like when you scream."
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