The Courtship of Miss Granger | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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WARNING: Industrial
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The tendrils of black touched down on the lawn of the huge
manor house and dissipated, leaving a tall wizard with a small witch in his
arms standing on the lush grass. The beautiful young witch’s mouth dropped open
in shock as she walked forward to get a better look. “Ohhh…is this your house, Severus?
It’s…beautiful!” She couldn’t
believe the sheer size of the house – all this space for just one man. He came up behind her and put his hands on her
shoulders, leaning down to kiss her neck.
“You’re
beautiful.” He lamented the fact that he
hadn’t blindfolded the curious little Gryffindor when she slipped out from
under his hands to go pet the stone walls.
He sighed and suggested that she could see the manor tomorrow, but could
they go inside please, he was getting cold.
She glanced back at him guiltily and nodded agreement, so he hustled her
inside the darkened house while he chanted the incantation that would light the
fires and candles inside the main hall as well as his bedchamber. It had been years since he had been this
pathetically eager for sex, he thought ruefully as he watched Hermione’s hips
swaying from side to side in front of him.
“Just follow the light,” he suggested, trying to keep the raw lust from
his voice. Merlin, I can’t wait much longer.
Hermione shivered at the sound of his voice, some of her
earlier fears starting to come back. She gasped as she pushed open the huge
double doors that were practically glowing with firelight – she was looking
into a huge room decorated in rich blues and greens with silver accents, so
luxurious that it practically screamed “sex”… she noticed a small table filled
to overflowing with a platter of meat, cheese, grapes, chunks of fresh bread and
several flagons filled with liquid so cold, she could see the beads of
perspiration on the sides. It had to
have been Charmed to stay that way, she thought, and
then her gaze fell on the bed. It was
huge, big enough for several people (she blushed at this thought and heard him
laugh as he picked up on it) and covered all in black. In front of the huge fireplace were piles of
pillows and blankets…and was that massage oil?
He laughed again and picked her up to carry her inside. “Where to, my lady?”
She cast about and then pointed to the bed. He deposited her on it and made to join her
but was stopped by a five-inch spiked heel gently placed against his
stomach. “Not just yet. It’s my
birthday, and I’ve been thinking about this moment for a while now.” She gave him a sultry smile and was rewarded
by the lust kindled in his black eyes.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded, settling back on the edge of the
bed to watch. After Ginny had gifted her
with that book, What’s Your Fetish? she
had read it from cover to cover several times and discovered exactly what she
wanted to try. Let me see what you’ve been hiding all these years, Severus, she
purred at him via their connection and was pleased by the way his hands stilled
momentarily on the buttons of his suit jacket.
He resumed undressing, his eyes now locked onto her. Her eyes were drifting up and down his body,
pausing slightly at the vee of his thighs and he
deliberately teased her by taking his time with his tie and shirt. He turned away slightly to remove the shirt
as well as his boots, so that she was bouncing with impatience by the time he
faced her wearing only his trousers.
What was taking him so long? She wanted to see!
Hermione edged forward as he faced her, and let her breath out in a
rush. He was wearing only his pants now,
and was so beautiful her heart ached.
His skin was like white marble, with his muscles standing out in sharp
relief. His hands went to the fastening
of his pants and opened them, letting the trousers slide down his long,
muscular legs lightly dusted with black hair.
But between them – sweet Merlin!
He was unbelievably long and thick, and it looked like he had been
circumcised. Like the rest of his body it was pale, but an olive pink with a
slightly darker head. That “seven-inch
sorcerer” in PlayWitch
was positively child-sized compared to what she faced now. She cleared her throat loudly several times,
unable to look away. He was huge. Ohhhhh, Severus…that’s
some secret. He laughed
again, the sound like intoxicatingly rich smoke. He walked closer, somehow knowing what she
wanted, and offered himself to her. She
leaned close and reached out a hand and touched him, making him jerk in
reaction so that he brushed against her cheek.
Looking up, she saw his expression of intense hunger and she shuddered
in response, going wet.
Severus was in heaven, no doubt about it. He watched as Hermione looked back down at
the hard cock right in front of her face, and sucked in a breath as her small
fingers closed around it once more. She pumped up and down for a few seconds, then bent to kiss it with a wicked little grin. She placed her hands on his lean hips and
pushed him a step backwards…what was she doing?
Then he heard her command. I want to watch you, Severus. Masturbate for me, lover. He was at a
loss – she actually wanted to watch him jerk off? In his experience, women thought it was
disgusting. I want to see you touch yourself, Sev. Show me how you do it, she cajoled,
obviously sensing the reason for his hesitation. She licked her lips and looked from his face
to his erection and back again; he couldn’t refuse her. He began to stroke himself slowly, watching
her reaction…at the slightest sign of disgust, he would stop. Wonder of all wonders, her pupils became
dilated and she started to bite her lip and pant, one hand slipping underneath
her gown. He began to work himself in
earnest, immensely turned on by the sight of her beginning to pleasure herself,
right there in front of him… that was another thing he had been told never
happened. Her hips were rising and
falling wildly as she continued to “enjoy” watching him and he wished he could
have a better view of what exactly was going on underneath that green dress as
she brought herself to orgasm, stiffening and crying out. He very nearly went over the edge because of
it, but immediately released his swollen organ.
Hermione breathed deeply and twitched her gown back down,
noticing that Severus had stopped and wore a look of intense concentration on
his face. Why was he- oh! She beckoned to him and slid to her knees in
front of him to relieve his suffering, the poor man. His shaft was dark with blood now, and must
be causing him some pain because of its extreme hardness. Just
relax, Severus. Don’t try to fight me. Wrapping her hand around his thickness, she
began to guide him into her mouth and felt him fight to keep from
ejaculating. Relax. She ran her tongue over him, then suddenly
closed her mouth around the head, sucking slightly. He moaned loudly as she took a deep breath
and slid her mouth up his shaft until her forehead pressed tightly against his
stomach – she felt him against the back of her throat and felt grateful that
she had been born without a gag reflex.
She bobbed her head up and down Severus’ thick shaft – it was like
sucking on steel sheathed in silk, she thought, and began to coax him over the
edge. You taste so good, Severus…I could suck you all day. I want to feel you cum in my mouth. Cum for me, Severus.
Gods, she was unbelievable, talking to him like that when
her lips and tongue moved deliciously over his cock. He’d never had any woman talk to him in such
a manner, and found he had a taste for it.
That’s good – tell me how bad you
want it, Hermione, he said, and began to thrust into her mouth harder as
she began to beg for him to fill her belly.
He drew almost all the way out before plunging back in the back of her
throat and exploding.
He pulled out of her mouth as she struggled not to choke and
slid down the bed to rest his head in her lap, breathing heavily. Her hands stroked his hair and he looked up
at her. That was the best I’ve ever had, Hermione. Thank you, love. She smiled down at him and pulled him up to
join her on the bed. “I think I need
help getting out of my dress now,” she warned.
He felt the lust rising in him anew as he helped her undress – she had
the most fascinating undergarments he had ever seen, and all in Slytherin colors.
Her breasts looked like they might come out of her bra any moment, and he
kissed the tops of them reverently, licking his way down her stomach to a pair
of very intriguing panties. He slid a
finger underneath them to rub against her clitoris, which made her moan. Severus gently glided them down her legs to
toss them into a nearby chair, and popped the clasp of her bra which did indeed
spill her breasts out into his hands. After
discarding the brassiere, he flicked his tongue against her nipples. When she moaned and arched into him, he began
to lick and suck them fervently, obeying when she told him to do it
harder. “Severus!” she screamed as his
hand slid down to her wet pussy once more.
He kissed her slowly as he massaged her most intimate spot, then slid down off the bed to kneel beside it and pulling
her to the edge. His tongue slid into
her folds, making her yowl loudly for more.
He put one finger slowly inside her as he rubbed his tongue against her
clit rhythmically, but stopped when he found her barrier.
Hermione? This
will hurt a bit, love. Try to relax as
best you can. He felt her slight
panic and immediately returned to pleasuring her clitoris. She began to moan again and he deftly brought
her to climax. As she arched and screamed,
he plunged two fingers into her and broke her hymen. He felt her pain flare, though deadened
somewhat by her orgasm and stroked her reassuringly, coming back up to kiss
away her tears. “Are you okay? Here…” he picked up his wand from the
bedspread and murmured a spell for pain, placing it on her abdomen. He heard her sigh with relief. “Better?”
She nodded, wiping away a tear in embarrassment. They returned to kissing slowly, running
their hands over each other’s body until Severus’ erection, which had deflated
somewhat at her reaction to the pain, returned to full strength. He carried her over to the fire and onto the
blankets while she caressed him, still curious about his body.
He stroked her back to fever pitch and prepared to mount
her. As he slid between her legs and
placed himself at her entrance, she went stiff again. She cried that he was just too big for her,
and her muscles clamped down, refusing him entrance. It’s okay, Hermione
…just relax, I won’t hurt you. I promise
I’ll be careful,
he thought reassuringly and was able to gain entrance by about an inch. Come
on, love, you’re killing me…let me in,
he begged. She wailed that she was
trying, and had he ever experienced being split in half before? He
reached down and rubbed the head of his cock against her clitoris
determinedly…maybe if she had another orgasm, she would relax enough so he
could gain entrance. Soon enough, she
began to quake and cry out and he worked himself into her again; alas, he could only get halfway before he
felt her clamp down on him like a vise.
“No, Severus, I just can’t!” she protested.
This is not happening
to me, it just isn’t, he thought frantically. If he pushed hard enough, he thought he would
be able to fully enter her, but it would hurt his little witch and she wouldn’t
want to make love with him ever again.
He had an idea, though. He rolled
the still-protesting Gryffindor over onto her stomach and bunched a blanket
underneath her stomach so that she was aligned perfectly for his plan. He lay on top of her
and positioned himself once more, but as she tensed for his penetration, he
instead turned her head sideways towards him and kissed her as passionately as
he knew how. Not expecting this,
Hermione relaxed suddenly to concentrate on returning his affection and he
swiftly braced himself on his arms and drove into her slowly but steadily.
Hermione screamed in shock; she really felt as though she
were being split in two. It seemed to go
on and on until Severus finally lay over her, motionless and seated up to the
hilt inside her, while she screamed at him to take it out, didn’t he know that
he was killing her! It took long minutes
for her body to start accommodating him and she never realized that as she had
clenched her fists, the ring given to her by Ginny had activated.
****
Ginny Weasley was minding her own business when she felt the
ring Hermione had been given flare to life.
As clearly as if she were in the room with them, she saw Professor Snape
thrust into her friend and Hermione’s castigation of him. He was trying to tell her to relax; she would
adjust to him faster if she didn’t fight him.
Hermione was having none of it, but was determinedly trying to dislodge
Severus while telling him that he was the sneakiest Slytherin since Salazar and
that she would have something to say to him when and if she could get up and
why did he have to be so heavy? Ginny
was trying to figure out what to do; had Hermione
meant to activate the ring? She tried to
make up her mind when she saw Severus pulling back slightly and pressing into
her friend again. The motion made Hermione’s eyes fly wide open, and when he
did it again, Hermione let out an unwilling moan. “That’s so
not fair, Severus! I’m trying to be mad
at you here, and you….ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ummmmmmmmmm.” He had
thrust into her again and effectively thrown Hermione’s complaints out of the
window. Ginny blushed as she watched
them; she had no choice but to do so since only Hermione could de-activate the
ring…even if she closed her eyes, the image was there. It was going to be a long and very
embarrassing night, she thought ruefully as the sounds of the couple’s moans
filled her ears. Even three pillows over
her face failed to block them out!
****
“OH, SEVERUS!!! Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyes
yessssssssssssss….!” The howl broke the silence of
the manor’s grounds, and on the lawn, spooked three deer who
had stopped to graze. Inside the huge
house, lust was in the air. It was the
fourth time they had made love, and Hermione was nearly delirious with pleasure. She almost passed out as he stood and lifted
her hips to impale her with his huge cock.
The top of her head still rested on the pillows but the rest of her
stretched upwards, her spine curved out.
Severus gripped her waist as he pounded into her, holding her up. He felt her walls clamp down on him as she
was sent into yet another orgasm and her muscles milked the length of his shaft
as he came at the same time and yelled her name as he spurted into her. He lowered her back to the floor, helping her
to sit up slightly – he had gotten so carried away, he hadn’t realized that her
position was making all the blood rush to her head. He Summoned the tray from beside their bed
(it was undeniably “their” bed now, he thought with satisfaction) and held a
glass of juice to her lips. She drank
deeply and collapsed against his chest.
“Thanks, I was really thirsty…but I guess you knew that already. Are you hungry again, too? I could eat a horse,” she said, then laughed
as she heard her words.
He fed her solicitously, wondering how such a goddess could
possibly want someone like him. He had
to be the luckiest wizard in the world.
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, looking at her
lovingly. He hadn’t been this happy
in…well, he had never been very happy at all until she had come into his
life. Lifting his wand again, he Summoned his cloak while Hermione drained her cup of juice
and watched him curiously. Dipping his
hand into a hidden pocket of the garment, he withdrew a small box and looked at
her a little nervously. “Hermione?” She
looked back at him expectantly, and he felt a small thrill of excitement
flutter through the bond that dissolved any nervousness he might have had. She knew what he was about to ask, and he
knew what she would answer. Deliberately
teasing her with a “nothing, just wanted to say your name,” she tossed a pillow
at him, eyes still shining. He shifted
so that he knelt before her, and opened the box as he extended it to her. “Hermione Emmaline
Granger, will you marry me?” A
nova-bright burst of love coursed through to him.
Hermione trembled as she reached for the box. “Yes, Severus. I would love nothing better.” The ring was absolutely gorgeous, sparking
diamonds set in white gold with a tiny ruby and an equally small emerald on
either side of the main setting – Slytherin and Gryffindor meshing perfectly,
she noted. She looked back at her fiancé
still kneeling in front of her, naked, pale, and very, so very beautiful. His long black hair was in his face again as
he looked at her, she noticed, and reached up to smooth it back. She flung herself into his arms, clasping him
tightly before drawing away enough so that he could place the ring on her
finger. He slid it on her left hand,
smiling. The smile faltered suddenly as
he still held her hand, staring down at it.
What was he looking at? She glanced down and saw the ring from Ginny,
and laughed as she told him what it was supposed to be for.
“Hermione…it’s been activated. Did you…intend to press it?”
She gasped. “No! Oh, no…
I was clenching my fists when you…you know, the first time? Has she been watching this whole time?”
Severus tugged the ring off her finger at once. “Well, Miss Weasley has certainly been treated
to a show, then, hasn’t she?” his fingers probed the tiny circle of silver,
looking for the way to de-activate it.
“I suppose she’ll want it back? I could just crush it.” He longed to smash the little piece of metal
to a pulp. Someone had been watching
them, in the most intimate circumstances possible. Hermione snagged it out of his hand and
putting it back on, pressed her thumb on it as she had
been shown. Then she slipped it back off
and handed it to him again – he walked naked to the fireplace and after
reaching into a small pot on the hearth, flung a handful of Floo powder in it
and roared, “The Burrow!” He hurled the
ring in the green flames and it disappeared with a *pop!* Turning back to his new fiancée, he
noticed her ogling him appreciatively.
“I think you deserve to be punished for letting one of your friends
watch us fuck,” he said severely and watched her face light up. The “punishment” went on for quite some time
and when he finally rode her into exhaustion, he rubbed her down with warm oil
to soothe any discomfort she might be having as a result of their passion for
each other. She murmured sleepily as he
finished massaging her and picked her up to lay her in the huge bed, sliding
her between the silk sheets. He got in
beside her and waved his hand in the direction of the candles to extinguish
them, but left the fire going in the fireplace after he set a ward on it. Curling around his lover’s small body, he
fell asleep.
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