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Weasley's Wizard Wheezes	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 131968 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! They are encouraging! tamilemonade- I will especially try to live up to all the high compliments you paid me, I thank you! ARFan- I hope this chapter answers many of your questions...we will be discovering some more about Severus's sexuality. This chapter does involve anal play and anal intercourse, so if that's not your thing, this chapter might not be for you. And we don't quite make it back to the workshop but I do promise that is coming. Happy Independence Day, everyone!

Nervous did not begin to describe how she was feeling. Her body trembled from head to toe despite her best efforts to stand still. She had followed him into his house and down the small little hallway into the bathroom. He hadn’t said a word since they’d left the workshop and that only served to rattle her further. She noted that he paused in front of the tiny mirror, raising his hand to its surface. He waved his hand and the glass shimmered for a moment before disappearing revealing a small storage space filled with various bottles and toiletries. She watched as he plucked a single vial from the middle of the assortment and then the glass reappeared itself. Turning to face her he handed her the vial.

                Hermione gazed at it curiously and then frowned. Her eyes met his with queries unanswered in them though she wasn’t sure she trusted herself enough to ask them aloud. He could sense her trepidation, or at the very least tell she was struggling to keep from asking the question. Plucking the cork from the vial he pushed her hand toward her lips. “An effervescing potion, much simpler than any other treatment that I know of in regards to preparing you,” he explained. Her eyes were wide at the implications but she tipped it back against her lips and then swallowed the vial. It was surprisingly sweet, almost like tonic water.

                “And it just…” her voice trailed off and she blushed.

                “Miss Granger, there is no sense being embarrassed,” he chided, though his tone was not nearly as scolding as she had expected. “You’re only going to make this more difficult for yourself, and you want this to be as simple as possible.”

                She nodded her head. “Right,” she mumbled, still feeling awkward and apprehensive about it. Aside from the fact that it was such a taboo, and the fact the he seemed so knowledgeable, it was one more sexual arena in which she lacked any experience. The basic understanding was there, she’d glanced briefly over the concept in a book before but the notion had never really appealed to her. Not for lack of curiosity, but simply because the fumbling excuse for sex that Ron had provided had left her unwilling to try much outside of the missionary position. Not that he would have lasted long enough for such explorations. Now she found herself faced with a man; and not just any man but a man who seemed to have endless virility. The prospect was daunting to say the least.

                To say it had surprised her that he kept such things on hand was an understatement, though she wasn’t sure how exactly to pose such a question to him without seeming nosey or just rude in general. But again her thoughts must have presented themselves across her face for she found him staring, poised on the edge of speaking. “Sorry,” she said, shaking her head slightly.

                “For?” he asked, that subtle flash of amusement echoing in his eyes for the briefest of seconds, then replaced by his normal unreadable look.

                Hermione’s lips puckered as she thought about how to articulate her thoughts. “It’s just, well, surprising I suppose is the word. It surprises me that you would have such a thing here, and ready.”

                He held her gaze, studying her. His eyes moved slowly across her face taking in the expression that was written in each muscle before he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. “You find such a thing out of the ordinary because you assume that I have no sex life outside of the inadvertent one I’ve found myself in with you in this job or because you have trouble wrapping your mind around the fact that a person such as myself has bisexual tendencies or might in fact be of a bisexual orientation, perhaps even homosexual?”

                Her eyes were wide. She hadn’t really expected a response, much less a series of rather bold statements that sent her spinning off her head. That indeed made her mind race. Was he having sexual relations with another person? Was the idea so far-fetched that it was impossible to imagine in her mind? Hermione frowned, he had always seemed to off-putting, but she supposed other than what she’d witnessed of him in the workshop she didn’t truly know much about him. Then her stomach dropped, thinking of the lover he might keep on the side, unable to see her, or him, at night because of taking the job. She tried not to look stricken. “I hadn’t thought that you—”

                Severus shook his head. “That much is obvious, you not thinking, but before you go worrying your head over catching something I have no current sexual partner.” This gave her pause, a sense of relief, but also a sense of foreboding confusion.

                “Are you gay?” the question came blurting out of her mouth before she could stop it.

                A derisive snort was his only response for the first very uncomfortable moment after she’d asked the question. And then he rolled his eyes. “Do you imagine that if I were it would be something I would be sharing with you?”

                Her brow furrowed and her face looked deeply wrinkled with pensive thought. “It would certainly explain your…erm, your ability to maintain such control during these tests.”

                “Perhaps,” he said, still holding her gaze although she kept glancing away. “However, there are numerous other explanations for my behavior in that regard. And surely you would not assume a gay man to possess such skills as you came seeking from me the other night?”

                He was impossible. Speaking in riddles and throwing out more questions to her. It made her brain hurt trying to process it all. She supposed he was right on both counts. When she thought about it she realized it wasn’t really any of her business as to whether or not he was gay; if he could perform for the job that should have been enough, though a part of her was saddened to think how difficult or unpleasant it must be to do so with someone not of his preferred gender. But he’d toppled that theory by making her think about how he’d administered such skilled oral sex to her person the other night, the memory alone sending shivers up her spine. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “You aren’t going to tell me either way, are you?” she asked and then slowly opened her eyes catching his gaze.

                “Suffice it to say, Miss Granger, that it is none of your business, however…” he paused thoughtfully and then let the ghost of a smirk slip over his lips. “Since we are about to endeavor into a course of action that requires you to be completely relaxed…if knowing will put your mind at ease…” he waited until she was staring at him, holding her eyes with a piercing gaze of his own. Leaning forward slightly to bridge the gap between them he lowered his voice. “I have taken a wizard or two to bed in my time, a witch or two as well, and find that there is little difference between them.” It didn’t at all answer her question and this much must have been obvious because he spoke once more. “I believe I would be identified as bisexual, Miss Granger, though I do not personally claim a sexual preference one way or the other.”

                Her dumbstruck nod must have been sufficient understanding because he stepped back from her and continued to stare. She didn’t know what to say. It was an open confession of sorts, though to what exactly she still couldn’t say. But he wasn’t going to give her time to ruminate on it.

                “Follow me,” he said. Severus brushed by her and stepped out into the hallway taking the three steps back to his bedroom door. She hadn’t really thought about where he might attempt to have them do the deed, only she had hoped that he wasn’t going to push her up onto the kitchen counter as he had before. It seemed he was opting for his bedroom, which unnerved her even more. But she supposed the makeshift lumpy couch, which had remained in his living room, wouldn’t really be suitable for such an endeavor. Swallowing hard she followed him into his bedroom and paused a moment just to look around.

                It wasn’t particularly lavish, though she hadn’t expected it would be. A simple bureau, and an old steamer trunk in one corner; a small nightstand and the bed. What surprised her was the bed. While she hadn’t thought it would be much more than functional she was astonished to see that it was a rather small single mattress upon a metal frame with little else to it. A pang of something completely unfamiliar to her struck her stomach as she gazed at the bed, realizing that he slept in a single sized bed, completely alone. And while it made sense as the man did live alone and was not exactly the most gregarious sort, it saddened her to think of his long frame on such a restricted surface. Especially considering what she had just learned of him. But she didn’t dare express this aloud, only watched as he moved over toward it and stood with his hands at his side.

                “You’ll want to undress,” he said turning his head back to nod at her. “If it will put you more at ease I will afford you a modicum of privacy, however, given what we do on a daily basis I would imagine you’ll do just as well changing here, Miss Granger.”

                Hermione stiffened hearing him once again using her surname. “You want me to be at ease then please…just don’t address me,” she said softly. “I know you’re not going to stop using my surname, but it’s making me nervous, so just— I don’t know— just don’t,” she said. She was surprised when he offered her a curt nod in return and slowly began undoing the meticulous line of buttons down his frock coat. His fingers worked in an enchanting rhythm; each button gliding through the hole until it was undone and he moved onto the next one. Realizing that she was meant to be undressing rather than watching him undress, Hermione pulled her arms through her sleeves and then carefully folded her jumper. She placed it atop the steamer trunk in the corner and then unfastened her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders. In a moment she was standing, if nervously so, naked in Severus Snape’s bedroom, gazing at the small single bed.

                He had stopped undressing when he’d gotten his frock coat and trousers off, leaving him in the long sleeved white button down shirt and his boxer shorts. He looked at her briefly and then undid every button on the shirt, leaving him in a simple undershirt. “Come here,” he said, standing and watching her, eyes fixated on her face as she took timid steps toward him. “Your body is naturally going to be nervous, but you need to relax or this will be unpleasant,” he said. He didn’t mix words, and although his tone was instructional it lacked the harsh echoes it had when he’d been fussing with her while brewing the previous night. She trembled just the same, feeling very vulnerable and exposed standing naked before him. It didn’t matter that he saw her naked on a daily basis in the workshop, there was something about George’s presence that made her notice Severus’ gaze less.

                It wasn’t that he intimidated her, though she supposed he did just the tiniest bit. And she trusted him, she wouldn’t have come to him the very first time seeking assistance if she didn’t. But there was just something she couldn’t shake from within her, something that made her terribly nervous and very shy. And the new onslaught of information over her sexual preference hadn’t helped. She imagined that even if he wasn’t about to take her anal virginity she would still be petrified and shaking as she was. Hermione tried drawing slow deep breaths through her nose to calm herself but it didn’t really seem to help. Her eyes held his gaze expectantly, awaiting further instruction; her mind asunder. Why hadn’t he undressed all the way? That made her more nervous than if he were standing naked with her. She was very close to him, their bodies just a few inches apart though there was no touching. There was heat radiating off their bodies; or maybe just her body it was difficult to tell but she was certainly growing warmer.

                “I want you to lie down,” he said softly, his voice even, but just barely a whisper. “On your side, and just relax,” he said and then moved to stand around the left side of the bed. “With your back facing me,” he added and then waited for her to comply. A lump had formed in her throat and her heart was thundering erratically in her chest. She could feel pins and needles tingling up and down her spine as she took a step toward the bed. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as it looked. Sinking down onto the mattress she decided it must have been charmed to give way with her weight as the derelict spring frame beneath it did not appear to be so accommodating. Hermione eased herself down onto his bed, laying on her side with her back to him. She closed her eyes, her chest now tingling as she held her breath.

                “Just relax…” his voice was softer still, one firm hand now pressing against her hip. She felt the depression of the mattress as he sank down beside her; spooning his body against hers. He’d removed his shirt but she could still feel the cotton fabric of his boxers brushing against the back of her thighs as he slowly began to stroke his hand up and down her hip. The two of them took up every inch of available space on the tiny mattress; even with their bodies pressed together she feared that if either of them shifted one of them might end on the floor.

                She tensed when she felt his lips quite close to her ear, speaking in a whisper without actually touching her ear. “Sharp and sudden movements are painful, a proper penetration requires patience and stimulation.” His hand continued to stroke her hip, trailing up toward her waist and down over her thigh; gently back and forth, back and forth, his palm making soft sweeping contact with her skin.

                Hermione could feel him against her body; the contact was strangely comforting and yet at the same time winding her body tightly with arousal; she wasn’t sure if that was helping her relax or making her more tense. She closed her eyes and tried not to concentrate on anything but the way his hand swept up and down over her thigh, how each tantalizingly slow stroke of his palm brought his fingertips closer up over her thigh toward her sex. It was still a queer sensation; having no hair whatsoever between her legs. She’d always been natural and having herself be sleek and smooth was something to which she was still adjusting. When his fingertips did touch her mound she shivered a bit.

                “You are very jumpy,” he whispered and then stilled his hand just over her mound, fingertips idly resting over her labia. “The anal sphincter does not dilate on its own, nor does it produce natural lubricant, so you just need to relax…” he repeated.

                Did he not understand it was easier said than done and that his whispered voice was driving her mad? Every subtle note in his silky voice was sending little tendrils of pleasure unfurling into her body, winding her tightly with sexual anxiety. And the more he told her to relax the more wound up she felt; her heart still running a marathon inside her chest. “Stop talking,” she muttered and opened her eyes, tilting her head back to gaze up into his eyes. “Your voice is…” she trailed off but then quickly remembered what he had said about being embarrassed. “It’s not helping, Severus. Your voice has an effect on my body that I’m ashamed to admit but it’s not helping me relax, it’s winding me up, so just stop talking.” And then she blushed. “Please.”

                She had expected him to get short with her, to pull back and throw her out, but none of those things happened. He remained silent, the heat of his breath still against the back of her ear as his hand once again began to stroke her. It was almost like a massage the way he was rubbing his fingers over her labia, gently rubbing them. She closed her eyes, focusing on the way his fingers dipped in and out of her folds, which were beginning to slicken with her arousal. It was enough just to feel his fingers there and for a moment she shivered thinking of how filling his fingers had been earlier that evening. She exhaled deeply; a soft moan trailing over her lips as she felt the tip of one finger prodding at her slick entrance. It was then she felt his other hand, angled strangely up against her backside, fingers applying the slightest pressure to her cheeks; kneading her flesh. It felt strangely pleasant; a massage of sorts as he slipped one finger up into her heat.

                “Uh…” she whimpered feeling his finger curl in that telltale come-hither gesture up inside of her. She couldn’t rationalize his behavior anymore than she could refute it and without thinking on it she arched her body back against his, her back fully pressed against his chest. Her encouraging gesture prompted another finger to slip up inside of her quivering heat, his other hand still massaging her ass cheek, back and forth, fingers gliding toward the crack of her ass and back out in slow, deliberate sweeping motions.

                “Spread your legs…” he whispered. His voice was so soft; a rich velvety command that had her trembling but immediately obeying. Splaying one leg back and pulling the other forward till it was hanging half off the mattress, she parted her thighs, feeling his fingers shifting within her as she did. The hand that had been massaging her cheek cupped the back of her thigh and pulled it gently back a little further, letting his hand now rest just below her sex, two fingers on his other hand still pumping into her, curling and twisting.

                She was grinding her hips in tiny gyrations against his fingers, whimpering as he stroked her pleasure spot inside of her. All thoughts of rocking herself off the edge of the mattress were quickly vanishing as the feeling of intense pleasure began to surge through her. There was an radiating heat in the core of her being; flooding through her as she drew closer to a climax. His warm breath on her neck combined with the way he stroked her idly; fingers running down below her sex and back up through her cheeks, just tenderly touching her made her shiver, her whole body beginning to shake with spasms. “Ooh…uuhn,” she grunted, feeling a wave of heated pleasure break through her body. Her muscles seized and her climax took her; her walls clenching against his fingers. Quivering as she came down from her all too quick-lived high, she felt his fingers withdraw from her quim, now covered in her slickness. Trailing his fingers down below her sex she felt him slowly begin to trace circles around the tight bud of her anus; the slickness of her arousal being massaged into her sphincter.

                Lips rested gingerly against her neck, and she sighed trying to feel more of him. Something inside of her was urging her to turn into his arms, but she didn’t wish to dislodge the gentle way he was circling her anus and she really didn’t want to pitch backward off the mattress either. There was something comforting about the way he held her; like he might a lover, and her mind ran wild with the idea. He wasn’t even really holding her, but their bodies were pressed so intimately together he might as well have been. She still wasn’t sure about if she could take him, but she was beginning to feel less terrified of the notion. The slight pressure of his fingertip made her clench. The warm press of his lips more prominently against her skin, directly against her pulse point eased her. “Breathe…” he whispered, his words muffled against her skin as he gently prodded his fingertip at her entrance once more.

                The hand that had previously massaged her flesh was now creeping around the side of her hip and began to idly stroke her slick folds, his thumb easily finding her swollen clit. Hermione whimpered as she felt him slowly begin to push his finger into her anus; the ring of taut muscles easing only slightly. Her body seemed intent on forcing him out despite her best efforts to remain calm. She closed her eyes, trying to relax but to no avail. Severus stopped pressing his finger forward and leaned his lips up against her earlobe. “Let your body relax,” he whispered and then he pressed his lips at the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe. An erogenous zone; Hermione’s body arched as she felt his tongue applying pressure there, his thumb once more circling her clit. There were so many pleasurable sensations flooding her body that she exhaled deeply; a low moan filling the room.

                She could feel him once again slowly pushing his finger into her anus; her muscles slightly more at ease than before. It helped; the extra stimulation with his thumb teasing her clit and his lips awakening that spot just behind her ear. She moaned a bit more when she felt his finger slide further up inside of her, the base of his hand coming to rest against her now plugged entrance. Again he was speaking, though he sounded far away through the lusty fog of her mind. “Rock your hips back…there…” he was shifting his hand back and forth pushing his finger slowly in and out. It wasn’t nearly as painful as she had imagined it to be, though she couldn’t say it was overly pleasurable either. She rocked against him for several moments in that fashion before she felt him ease his finger back out of her entirely.

                “Are you alright?” he asked, his lips still at the back of her ear.

                “Yes…” she said her voice barely a breathy whisper. “Should I—”

                “Just stay where you are,” his words were slow, each one spoken with a deliberate care. “This position lets you keep your legs spread which helps to ease the tension in your anal muscles.” He didn’t shift back from her at all but she felt the tingling sensation of his boxers dissolving away from his body. It took her breath away; feeling the rigid length of his cock now pressed against her backside and for a moment she was tense again, clenching her cheeks and stiffening her spine. “Just relax…” he repeated, his thumb still drawing lazy circles around her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the way he touched her, the way his body lined against hers. He was warm, his skin melding into hers with heat trapped between them.

                One hand was now stroking between her cheeks, which were spread, and she tried just to enjoy the extremely ticklish caress. Hermione closed her eyes again, having trouble deciding which was better eyes open and seeing nothing but his bare bedroom wall or having her eyes closed and visualizing him with his stoic expression on his face. Hermione exhaled feeling the way his body shifted subtly against her. “Be gentle,” her voice was quaking.

                Severus had summoned a tube of lubricant, from where she didn’t see and she wasn’t even really aware of it until she felt his fingers once again massaging her anus; this time coating her liberally with the slippery gel. She trembled a bit but eased back against him when she felt him rubbing more firmly against her clit; the attention to her sensitive nerve bundle coming and going, just enough to keep her teetering close to a second orgasm. His hand was easing down her thigh and gently pulled her leg back and up, lifting it up above his leg and guiding her knee until she was splayed wide with her calf hooked over the side of his thigh. She shuddered a bit but the soothing caress of his hand kept her still and she tilted her head back, craning her neck until she was gazing up at his throat.

                He shifted his head downward just slightly, gazing down into her eyes. “You need to tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much,” he whispered, his hand now wrapped around the base of his cock, easing it forward to press against her anus. She swallowed, feeling the head of his cock, much firmer and far larger than his finger had been and immediately she felt the urge to clench her muscles, but she fought against it and tried to remain calm. She was well lubricated, and her cunt was still pulsating, her clit being stimulated. With her head tilted back she could gaze up at him, seeing his eyes and there was something about looking into them that made it easier; made her trust him more.

                The slight pressure was good deal more intense as he pushed forward, the head of his cock pushing through the taut ring of muscles at her entrance. He didn’t slam forward as she had thought he might and for a moment he just remained still, letting her adjust to the size of him, even if it was only the tip. Hermione whimpered a bit as he began to slide forward shaking her head. “It’s really tight…” her eyes were frantically searching his, her lips pressing firmly together to keep from whimpering again.

                “I’m a big man, it’s going to be tight, but I can wait.” His words were simple, but slow as they had been before; reassuring in their own way. He brought his other hand slowly up the length of her body, cupping her right breast and giving it a squeeze. Fingers found her nipple and rolled it to a stiffened peak, his eyes never leaving hers as he played with her body, waiting for her to relax into the transition. He leaned back onto his hip a bit, letting her body fall more fully back on him as he began to push himself a bit further into her.

                A strangled cry escaped her lips; he was big, there was no denying that. She had felt just how big he was every time he had fucked her. And now he was making his way into a virginal space that was tight to begin with. She felt full and she knew that he’d only just begun to fill her; the stretching sensation and the way her anal muscles contracted around him making her feel dizzy. She closed her eyes but his lips brushing against her jaw forced them open. “You’re going to feel full…the dizziness will ease when you breathe,” he said as if he’d been reading her mind. And perhaps he had, but at that point she didn’t care, anything to help make it less awkward. She had been holding her breath without realizing it and exhaling a deep breath she felt her body loosen just a bit. “Your muscles are more at ease when you breathe…” he whispered, the hand that had previously held her breast now slowly sliding up to cup her chin. “Just keep breathing…”

                Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on how close to her he was. They were literally joined; even if he only was pushing into her just the slightest; but she could feel him everywhere- the way his chest was heaving up and down against her back, the way her leg hooked around his— the slightly coarse prickle of his leg hair tickling her smooth skin. His hair even brushed her neck when he spoke and she could feel every breath he drew against her jaw. There was an intimacy; unlike anything they’d experienced in the workshop. Even when she’d sought him out to experience cunnilingus there hadn’t been so much touching. This was different and it made her whole body melt in the moment as she realized that. She could feel her muscles relaxing just a bit more and she opened her eyes, gazing up at him. Hermione nodded her head, tilting it inward to rest her cheek against his throat.

                He was quiet as he slowly began to push into her; the tightness and fiery heat of her ass giving him a good deal of trouble as he forced himself to move slowly. It was an intense struggle as he fought to keep from simply slamming into her; but he maintained control and carefully eased himself bit by bit until he was pressed fully into her; his balls resting firmly against her backside. “Are you alright?” he asked, the hand that had previously been stroking her clit now gripping her hip. His other hand was still cupped at her cheek.

                Her lips parted and she moaned; she felt full as if he would rip her in two, but not painfully so as he wasn’t actually ripping anything at that moment. “I’m…yes,” she nodded her head, little rivulets of sweat trickling down her brow as she nuzzled her nose against the side of his neck, inhaling his scent. “So full…” she mumbled, wriggling a bit as her anal muscles clenched around him. Severus grunted slightly, the tight clamping motion around his cock causing him to shudder. “Are you?” she asked, tilting her head up to look at him once more. The spooning position was a bit awkward to stare at him but she needed to see his eyes.

                Severus nodded. “I’m going to ease back…if it hurts you need to tell me,” he said and with his hand firmly gripped on her hip he began to pull himself back out of her, not withdrawing entirely. When he was nearly all the way out he slowly began to push himself back into her; an elongated thrust without any real force behind it.

                It was an impossible sensation and she was only grateful that it was happening privately, even if it was happening in the very small single bed in Severus Snape’s home. She would have been completely lost for words if George had asked her to relate what she was feeling aloud. There was heat and friction and pressure; a sensation of being filled, and there was pleasure though not like anything she’d ever really experienced before and they were all happening at once. She could feel his cock inside of her, pressing deep into places that had never been explored; filling her and stretching her, and it made her whimper though she wasn’t pained. Hermione arched back against him feeling him push forward into her again, this time a bit more fully and she groaned. “Oooh…”

                “That is not a pained sound,” his whisper caressed her jaw and she shivered feeling him gradually increase his pace. He wasn’t harsh though his thrusts did get stronger; his pelvis smacking against her ass as he pumped his shaft in and out of her. She was whimpering more as he began to move a bit faster, fucking her more fully. Her whole body felt alive with sensation; thrumming and humming in ways she’d never felt before as he filled her with each stroke of his cock.

                He was panting, his breath hot against her ear and it made her cry out, a breathy moan that pitched up as she heard him groan. It was a deep rich sound reverberating through his chest, the first real sound she had heard him make in all of her experiences with him. Even the subtle cracks in his voice when she’d sprayed him with the clouds did not compare to the sound she’d just heard. Even in the middle of the most exhilarating sexual experience she’d ever encountered her mind was racing; it was nearly as impossible for her to shut off her mind as it seemed to be for him to thoroughly enjoy himself when they were working in the workshop. But in that moment it was a different story, at least enough for her to feel more comfortable with him.

                Her hands had been idle up to that point but Hermione quickly found them reaching up behind her to caress the side of his body, stroking the side of his torso with one hand, the other trying to bend and twist down between their legs and stroke at the back of his thigh. She didn’t know what she was doing but she knew that she needed to touch more of him. And in that moment it seemed that he was too caught up in the rhythmic motions of fucking her to notice or care; or at least he didn’t seem displeased with her added touching of him. Their bodies trembled together as he pumped into her harder, groaning again as he pushed himself in her and shuddered his release within her.

                Hermione cried out feeling the burst of heat inside her ass; not entirely unpleasant but completely unexpected and extremely intense. It wasn’t enough to push her over the edge but it did feel nice. There wasn’t a better word for it as she felt him slacken somewhat against her backside. She laid there panting quietly, listening to his breathing as it began to slow. No words came to mind. What did one say in a situation like that, thanks very much for the buggery see you tomorrow? So she lay there, feeling his cock slowly slipping from her ass, though his body did not pull immediately away from her. He wasn’t holding her, though her leg was still hooked up around his thigh; and she closed her eyes for just a moment, breathing in and out just trying to absorb everything that had happened.

                In the moment it took her to just try and breathe it all in she had somehow dozed off without even realizing it. And when she opened her eyes she realized several things all at once, the first of which being that she had fallen asleep for an indeterminate amount of time in the very tiny bed of Severus Snape. The second of which being that she was still completely naked and rather chilled in the tiny bed, and the last thing she noticed was that he was no longer spooned behind her, and as far as she could tell, not in the bed at all. Hermione turned over, half expecting to fall out of the bed, but she caught herself on the edge of the mattress and gazed around the room.

                She yelped, drawing her knees up to her chest in a fetal curl as she spied him— now fully dressed in all his black regalia— seated on the steamer trunk in the corner of the room. Hermione grasped at the sheet that was beneath her and pulled it up around her body before sitting up and staring at him. “How long was I asleep for?”

                Severus, who was sitting up straight simply stared at her. “About an hour.”

                “You should have—”

                “The experience was tiresome,” he shrugged. “And its often best to check on one’s partner after such an experience to ensure that there is no lingering discomfort.”

                “Oh,” she mumbled, blushing as she looked down into her sheet covered lap. Hermione took a mental inventory of her body and while her rear felt a bit odd it wasn’t excruciating or even really painful, just a little sore like muscles that hadn’t been used in a while after a rousing bout of exercise. “I think I’m alright, a little stiff maybe, but I’m not in pain.”

                He nodded his head and crossed his arms over his chest. She waited for him to speak again, to address her or perhaps dismiss her, as had become his custom, but he said nothing. The silence unnerved her but she wasn’t really sure what to say either. Thanking him seemed foolish and would most likely earn her a chastisement of one form or another. And she didn’t think she could just stand up, collect her clothes, and leave without a word. Of course she didn’t really have any idea what time it was or where she would go if it were too late. This made her frown and again she felt guilt creeping into her mind. He had been so clearly off-put by having her stay with him the previous night that she didn’t want to put either of them through it again, but at the same time she wasn’t quite sure that she was in any state to apparate.

                “Could I—” she cut herself off, swallowing back her words to keep from sounding foolish.

                Severus quirked a slender black eyebrow up onto his forehead. “Speechless…that most certainly is new.” His sarcastic tone had returned and it made her blush. “Could you what, Miss Granger?”

                Her body stiffened when again she heard him use her surname. She was grateful that he had done as she’d asked and during the lesson he hadn’t addressed her as such. Her mind chided her for referring to it as a lesson, some deep desire inside of her still desperately trying to see him as a professor. Her hand clutched the sheet of his bed to her chest, keeping her well covered as she shifted up to sit on her knees. “Which do you think will be easier?” she asked. The nod of his head indicated her continuance. “I mean for tomorrow night, you told George that he should want to test that thing both ways…which do you think would be easier— having the phallus in me first or you?”

                The ghost of a smirk painted itself across his lips and he gave a clipped sigh. “I don’t suppose one will be easier than the other though you may find that you are more comfortable with what you’ve already experienced.”

                Hermione’s bitter laugh seemed to startle them both as she cupped her hand over her mouth and he gazed at her with both brows raised. “Forgive me,” she muttered. And then she sighed. “I just— I don’t imagine tomorrow night will be anything like that, so I doubt having you first versus the phallus will do me any good in the arena of ‘the enemy I know’ or whatever.”

                “No, Miss Granger, I doubt very much that anything we ever do in that workshop will be anything like what you’ve just felt just now.”

                “You were more intimate just now…” she bowed her head, gazing once more down into her lap.

                “An hour ago,” he corrected.

                “Whatever.” She lifted her eyes without lifting her head and stared at him. “You were.”

                “You needed reassuring,” he said simply. “It would have been painful and unpleasant if you remained as tense and nervous as you had been when you walked into my house this evening. Physical contact in most human beings is a thing craved at the very core of one’s being. Full bodied physical contact eases the mind and stimulates the body to respond in kind.”

                Whether he was using it as an excuse to dismiss how familiar he’d been with her body or whether he was truly trying to import some greater wisdom to her she couldn’t be sure but she listened carefully anyhow. She shifted a bit, her knees poking out from beneath the sheets. “Do you not crave physical contact?”

                “And what business of that is yours?” he asked, the slight sneer she had all too often witnessed as a student in his class coming to grace his features.

                Hermione shrugged. “I suppose it’s not, though since we’re likely to be spending a bit more time together than you or I had ever anticipated I figured it might not be the world’s worst idea to get to know more about you.”

                Severus sighed, letting his head lean back against the wall. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps,” he muttered. “But not tonight. I’ve things to do.” She nodded her head and was about to ask what things but he seemed to anticipate the question. “That ridiculous red-head is going to insist I brew massive quantities of that depilatory solution so a head start seems appropriate.” When she did not look away from his eyes he narrowed them at her and then he rolled his eyes. “You are taxing, Miss Granger.”

                “I haven’t even said anything yet,” she protested.

                “No but your face says it all without you ever having to utter a word, both a blessing and a curse all at once.” Severus stood from the steamer trunk and moved over to the bed, perching precariously on the edge so that he was facing her but not close enough that they could touch. “I am not a person who entertains house guests, Miss Granger. I live alone because I choose to, if I wanted a roommate I would have one.”

                Hermione wasn’t sure what to say to this. “I think you’re lonely.”

                “I think you’re annoying,” he countered and watched her cheeks fill with color. “It’s bad enough you slept here last night, and then I awoke to find you taking liberties with my bath—”

                “It’s just for tonight—”

                Severus raised his hand to silence her; a gesture that never failed at its intended purpose. “That is a lie and you know it.” Hermione looked stricken and had opened her mouth to protest but he held up his hand once more. “It’s just for tonight,” he repeated mocking her in a pitched falsetto. Then he rolled his eyes, voice normal once again. “Until the next night comes along where we’ve been kept late and you’re too tired to properly apparate to wherever it is that you apparate to, or it’s well past the decent hour to go calling upon your friends for a room to stay in.” Her eyes practically bulged out of her head and again she made to contradict him but he continued on. “And if memory serves me you were whinging about never having given a blow job before…no doubt that line of product testing is coming,” he muttered and then pinched the bridge of his nose again. “And then I shall find you on my front stoop whimpering about that, which will result in another night of wishing to stay here.”

                She didn’t know whether or not she was more infuriated or mortified with his words, but she was certainly leaning toward the angrier side of things. It was bad enough that she was in the situation she was in but to have him speaking of it as if it were also his burden made her blood boil. Though as she pursed her lips to spit out a string of nasty insults she realized that perhaps his lament was spawned from his own accursed situation. At least he had the house they were currently sitting in. His voice drew her out of her thoughts.

                “I am not an accommodating person and I am certainly not giving up my bed just because you find yourself in a situation—”

                “Severus, shut up,” she said and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry.” She added and then sighed. “Listen,” she started and then thought better of it. What a peculiar conversation to be having especially since beneath the bed sheet she was still naked. “I could tuck myself away in a spare room—”

                “There is no spare room, Miss Granger,” he said flatly.

                “Are you a wizard or aren’t you?” she asked incredulously. “An extendor charm would solve that problem without issue, even in this muggle house—”

                “Extendor charms—”

                She cut him off. “When executed with two or more wizards or witches who are skilled, practiced, and developed in their magical ability hold up just fine even in a muggle house,” she said with a hint of triumph in her voice. She made to cross her arms over her chest but realized that she would lose hold of the sheet that was keeping her from being seen by him.

                “You’re not going to leave me a choice in the matter, are you?” he muttered and then shook his head. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But it’s not something that needs to be addressed tonight.”

                Hermione frowned. “The couch then, I suppose.”

                Severus snorted. “You may have weaseled your way into my house, Miss Granger, but you had best think twice before being so bold as to think that you can weasel me out of my own bed.”

                She nodded her head and then swung her legs around the side of the bed, standing with the sheet still draped around her. “Would you mind if I used the shower?”

                He narrowed his eyes at her. “My shower, not the shower. My shower,” he corrected her and then glared at her. When she made no motion to move or correct the way in which she had spoken he rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he waved her off with a dismissive flick of his wrist. Severus gazed wide eyed as she dropped the bed sheet, turned her backside to him and slipped out the bedroom and into the hall, disappearing behind the sound of the bathroom door closing and then creaking slightly inward from its broken frame.

                It was small victory but a victory nonetheless. She was practically giddy as she stepped up into the shower and fiddled with the taps until they were blasting hot water from the showerhead above. The spray felt good pelting against her body and her muscles relaxed completely under the gush of hot water. There had never been a plan in her mind to stay with Severus Snape but he’d made it sound as if that had been her ulterior motive all along. Even if it wasn’t she supposed there would be no convincing him otherwise. And now she was to be living with him. That would certainly be interesting.

                She made do with the single bar of soap, making a mental note that with her first few payments from George she would need to purchase some actual toiletries, shampoo, conditioner and things of the like. She’d really just been working with charms up to that point but with the prospect of having an actual shower constantly available to her, even if it was only temporary, made her consider actually being able to properly wash her hair. That was another little delight that made her heart skip a beat. Even if she was living with Severus Snape, she was going to be residing in a house; a house that meant no more apparating to beaches to sleep through the day, no more idly milling about between Ginny’s, The Burrow, and Percy’s flat, and no more feeling so very lost. These thoughts consumed her until the water began to run cold and for a moment she was very startled. And then she remembered that he was living in a muggle house and most likely had not deigned to enchant the pipes. She imagined that as a man, particularly as the man he was, that showers lasted only a few minutes and he would have no real need for such enchantments. She made a mental note to adjust the pipes in the morning, too excited and exhausted to fiddle with them at present.

                Shutting the water off she shook her head, droplets falling everywhere, little rivers streaming down her back from her neck. And then she cringed, realizing that she was once again in the no-towel situation. She had walked into the bathroom naked, a little mark of defiance as she’d let him have a good long look at her retreating backside. Hermione wasn’t sure whether or not it had had any effect on him, and given that he didn’t particularly identify himself as a sexual being— be it bisexual or otherwise— she wasn’t really sure it mattered. But her momentary childish statement had left her in quite the predicament.

                “Accio towel!” she tried crying out, wondering if the towels were tucked away someplace clever concealed behind an enchanted wall the way the medicine cabinet had been behind the mirror. She waited several moments but no towel appeared in her hand or even came floating through the door to push against the shower curtain. Hermione sighed. This was indeed going to be embarrassing. “Severus?” she called out, raising her voice. “Severus?” she repeated, a bit louder than before.

                “Are you bleeding?” the question surprised her when she heard him enter the bathroom, and she frowned, realizing that he must have thought she was calling out because she’d discovered anal trauma on her person.

                “No, I’m fine; I’m sorry I didn’t mean to alarm you…” she trailed off, her voice only muffled a tiny bit from behind the shower curtain. “I just— where do you keep the towels?” she asked.

                His annoyed sigh echoed through the small bathroom. “There is a panel in the hallway that slides to reveal shelves of a linen closet,” he muttered and she heard him retreat, entering a moment later. His hand appeared around the shower curtain, this time holding a dark blue towel, and she took it from him. Her fingers brushed his and she felt a little jolt as they touched. She was quick to wrap the towel around her body, pull the shower curtain back, and carefully step from the tub. Hermione’s eyes were met with his intense black stare and she found herself momentarily paralyzed.

                After a moment he spoke. “Should you find yourself experiencing any discomfort, or anything unusual…” he trailed off and watched as she nodded her understanding of his line of thought.

                “Have you done this before?”

                “Done what?” he asked.

                “Walked someone through their first time…well their first anal experience, you just seem rather knowledgeable is all,” she confessed, trying not to let her blush get the better of her. Water was dripping down her neck from her wet hair and she wished for all the world that drying charms didn’t make her curls turn into massive tangled frizz balls. She could feel the little trickles of water sliding down and soaking the back of the towel but she kept her eyes on him just the same.

                Severus, who was always a man of perfect posture, leaned into the doorframe and shook his head slowly. “One gains knowledge through other means than practicing, Miss Granger, you of all people should know that.”

                “I know,” she said and quickly added. “You just seemed to have a sort of knowledge that one could only gain through…well…” she shrugged her shoulders. “You don’t have to answer me, I suppose it’s really none of my business.”

                “It isn’t,” he agreed with her and then added. “But you would be right in saying that this was not my first experience guiding another through their first experience.” He seemed to delight in talking in riddles, or at least took pleasure in knowing it both baffled and perplexed her to hear him speak them. “Though you are the first female.”

                This tinted her cheeks a bright scarlet. So many questions were racing about in her mind, none of which she felt she could honestly ask in that moment, even if she hadn’t been wearing only a towel. His sexuality was a topic of desperate interest though she knew it would be difficult to get him to want to talk about it; he’d only conceded and expressed to her his ambivalence despite his encounters to help her feel more at ease about the fact that he was about to take her anal virginity. She doubted very much that there would be other situations that would require such a trade of honest information from him. Hermione bit her lower lip before posing him with a question. “Am I your first female like that?”

                He shook his head. “Just the first who was experiencing her first.”

                “Right,” she said, trying to juxtapose the images in her head. That he had indulged in anal intercourse with other women but only been a sexual tour guide for men in the rear-end department. Her lips were pressed together as if she might query him again.

                “If you’re quite through with questions for tonight…” he gestured to the door, “The couch awaits you.”

                Hermione nodded and then moved toward the door. He did not immediately right himself from where he leaned and for a moment she pressed against his body in an attempt to slide by. It pinned them both in a rather compromising position and she blushed furiously, feeling the heat still radiating from his skin through his clothes. “Goodnight, Severus,” she whispered stepping back off his body and slipping down the little hallway into the sitting room. If he called a response to her she didn’t hear it. It was indeed a long night.

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