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A/N: Well, hallelujah. I didn't have to rewrite an entire chapter this week. It's so much easier when my first draft just needs tweaking. Okay, I don't want to give anything away, so I wont say much about this chapter or what's to come. Things might be getting more complicated soon, so enjoy the lemony goodness. (That's sound advice for real life as well.)
goldhorse: Thank you so much. Glad you're enjoying it.
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Night_fairy: Glad you liked it. So much more to come.

9 — Every Time You Go Away, You Take a Piece of Me With You

Dear Severus,
Work was uneventful today (which was a bit of a relief). It was nice to just catch up on things without fearing for anyone's life. How was your day? Cauldrons still intact? I hope you felt as relaxed as I did. Everyone keeps asking me why I'm smiling. (Which makes me wonder how little I used to smile that they would find it so odd.) Everyone liked your idea about the plaque for Barnabas, so we're going out tomorrow to have it made.
Waking up with you this morning was so perfect. I wished we could have stayed there for a few hours more. Can you stay with me next weekend too? I sleep so much better with you in my bed.
The pantry is still the way we left it. I actually forgot about it until I had to cook dinner. I don't like it being messed up, but I don't like being a prisoner to my obsessions either. I'll try to leave it until tomorrow night. In case I didn't say it when you were here, I really appreciate what you're doing for me. It helps to know someone cares enough to make me stop.
It's almost time for me to go lie over my pillows and think about you. (Not that I haven't been thinking about you all day.) I promise I'll go to bed early tonight. Maybe if I climax enough times, I'll fall asleep in the middle of my "musings." I'm almost finished with the books you sent me. I take it by the way you were moaning this weekend that you approve of what I've picked up from my studies. Did you like the way I woke you up this morning? Those were my classic moves. I have many newer techniques I'd like to test out if you're up to lending out your equipment.
Crooks says he misses you too,

Hermione

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Dear Hermione,
Manual wake up calls are always appreciated. Although you did cause a rather lascivious twist to my dream. (Next time wait until I escape the Forbidden Forest before you start anything sexual. I'm going to have nightmares about overly-amorous bowtruckles for weeks to come.)
I'm glad your week is starting out less stressful. I'm afraid I've also been a bit out of character lately. Minerva keeps smirking at me and asking how my weekend was. I know Flitwick and Sprout were whispering about me at dinner. Either I'm acting differently or Minerva has been gossiping. She did have to hunt around to find people to cover my weekend shifts, so I'm sure the whole school suspects that I'm up to something. If I didn't feel so strongly about keeping my private life private, I'd tell them all just who was leaving me so mellow. I would so love to see Minerva's face if she ever found out about us.
I couldn't write back last night because I traded for some later rounds. I know everyone else hates Monday duties, but I don't mind. I don't see why Monday is any different from Wednesday. To be honest, I barely even noticed where I was. Wandering the halls is fairly relaxing with visions of your glistening pussy to pass the time.
I'm impressed you've left the cupboard for so long. One step at a time. Have you forgotten our other arrangement? I haven't. You're dedicated, persistent, and have the hand job skills of a goddess. I'm only going to keep doing this until we see each other on Friday. After that you have to think of your own positive things.
That cat of yours did not say he misses me. He might miss my head-scratching and gifts of turkey—but not enough to start speaking.
Be my good girl,

Severus

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Dear Severus,
Yes, I forgot. I'm sorry. (See I already need you to correct me again.) I'll do two tonight to make up for it. You're witty, patient, and fuck me like a god. And, you hug me better than anyone else, you look good naked, and your mouth makes me think of nothing but sex. This is just making me miss you more.
We got the plaque today. When magical people get close to it, the camouflage charm shifts to make it visible. It's bronze and says "Barnabas the House-Elf 1986-2006, Compassion never dies." I have no idea what people will think when they see it, but I hope it makes an impression on at least one person. A little caring can go a long way. Herbert and I are going to have it installed tomorrow.
I got the books you sent. They look excellent. I’m going start reading them right now. Next time you come over I want you to bend me into some of these positions. You'll have to let me stretch first, but I think I can do most of them. Okay, I'm glancing through the pictures. The headstands are no-gos. I don't even understand how they're thrusting in some of these.
I do kind of wish I was with you at Hogwarts. I miss the castle. I could read while you grade and do your rounds, and when you got back, you could bend me over your desk and show me how page 178 feels. Or 236 if you're into shagging pretzels.
I'm going to go read in the tub. My clit feels extra dirty. I'll give it a good scrub in your honor.
Always your good girl,

Hermione

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Dear Hermione,
You will not be getting any correction for forgetting our deal. That sounds a bit over-zealous in light of your quick amends. If it's the spanking you're after, I have told you before, all you need to do is ask. You don't need to earn a red bottom, you just need to say you want it.
I'll rearrange your body into whatever configurations you fancy. But just so you know, sexual gymnastics does not equal better sex. Variety is the spice of life, but it's much harder to climax when you're in an unfamiliar position. That reminds me, have you been practicing masturbating in as many positions as you can? That book should provide you with a wealth of possibilities. And in answer to your query, not all of those positions are meant for penetration. You'll find more information when you read the text, but some are strictly external grinding options. I'll give you a sample this weekend.
I have to finish grading some tests. It would be going a lot faster if I could stop picturing you kneeling between my legs and sucking my dick.
You are compassionate, your pussy tastes like heaven, and you are strong (not physically—I could hold you down with one hand—but mentally).
Get some sleep,

Severus

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Dear Severus,
I have so much to tell you. First off (so I don't forget again), you are careful, brave, and have the most magical fingers in existence; I'm looking forward to riding them when you come over. I miss you (not just your fingers). Is it Friday yet?
Today Herbert and I went to install the plaque, and you'll never guess who shows up from the Ministry. Draco. He works in the public relations department (which isn't really a department—it's like four wizards who come in once a week to decide what gets put in the papers and what gets buried). So anyway, Malfoy shows up and brings along a photographer from the Prophet. He says they fully support what we're doing, and he wants to help our cause. Of course he poses for the pictures with us (as if he had anything to do with it), and when we're done, he comes over to me and says he's started a charity fund in Barnabas's name.
Has Draco experienced some kind of head trauma? He acted as if house-elves were the unsung heroes of the wizarding world (which they probably are), but hearing a Malfoy say such things was totally unreal. Don't get me wrong, if he wants to fund more house-elf rescues, I'm not going to turn down his money.
So then at lunchtime, Harry and Ron show up to take me to eat; and Harry tells me that they found all of Barnabas's stuff hidden in a secret compartment in his owner's house, including the things I'd given him at the hospital. It's proof that Barnabas was in the house after he ran away. That bastard will be waiting for his trial in Azkaban. And Harry says there's no way he won't be found guilty.
Once I found out all that, Malfoy's sudden altruism made a bit more sense. When the story hits the papers, he'll look like a reformed Death Eater with a heart of gold. I don't mind Malfoy cleaning up his image with fake philanthropy, I just wish he would have told me what he was up to. I could have made him look much more lovable. The public would have eaten it up. Draco may not be a great person, but he’s not as bad as he used to be; and he doesn't deserve the stigma of ex-Death Eater. He didn't kill anyone. And, honestly, I doubt he would even think twice about blood-status if he hadn't been brought up by that fascist father of his. From what I’ve seen, Draco cares more about money and prestige than blood.
Oh, and I didn't mean to imply anything about you with all that. I don't really think of you as a Death Eater. You're far more complicated than that. And obviously not evil. I didn't mean to bring up anything unpleasant. I'll stop now before I stick my foot in my mouth any further.
One more day till Friday. I can't wait to see you.
Crooks says you're the cat's meow,

Hermione

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Dear Hermione,
I took no offense at your careless comments. My mistakes will be remembered long after I'm gone. I have no delusions about what I am or how others see me. I am an ex-Death Eater. There is no getting around that. And if you are going to spend time with me, you need to accept it. You may have forgiven my past, but the rest of the world has not. If you had not testified at my trial and provided so many memories for them to view, I'd be rotting in Azkaban right now. Without that order of Merlin, I wouldn't have a job. I deserve far worse than I've received.
If killing is your guideline for whether a person is acceptable or not, we need to discuss some things. I am a murderer. There is no nice way to look at that. I won't make excuses for any of them; they are all on my head. I am guilty.
You are honest, forthright, and innocent.
—Severus

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Dear Severus,
It was thoughtless of me to write those things. Honestly, it's because I don't think of you like that. I'm not deluding myself. I was at your trial; I know what you did. I do forgive you. You had to do awful things for unfair reasons. It was beyond your control. So you were a messed up kid who made some mistakes; you don't deserve to be punished the rest of your life for that. Yes, the fact you joined the Death-Eaters says something about you; but that you double-crossed them and helped the Order says even more. I can only imagine everything you’ve had to endure. You sacrificed so much. I know you’re a murderer, but I also know every one of those victims was forced on you. You didn’t choose that path. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You seem so calm now; I forget that you have your own demons to battle. I’m sorry about that too. You help me so much, but we only ever talk about my problems. I will never bring this up again unless you want to talk about it, but if you do, I’m here for you.
You've had a hard life, and I want to show you that it's not all bad. Not everyone judges you based on the past. You're like a whole new man with me, and I love being with you. I feel bloody awful that I even made you think about any of this. The past is over. I want you to know right now that you are more to me than an accumulation of unfortunate circumstances. I've seen the real you. You don't want to be bitter. You want to let go and live in the moment. This is your chance to experience life without the shadows of the past shading your perception.
Please don’t be angry with me. You are the only thing that stops my racing thoughts. I want to make you happy.
I miss you so much.
—Hermione
P.S. Your smile, your laugh, and the way you hold me after sex. It makes the week worth it.

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Hermione stared at the pockmarked pavement passing beneath her feet. She was glad to be going home, but she was worried Snape might be upset with her. There had been no owls from him that day. She wasn’t even sure if he was coming over. He hadn’t said he was. But he hadn’t said he wasn’t. Maybe he didn’t want to spend the weekend with a heartless witch who casually mentioned the worst time of his life in a friendly letter. You are such an idiot. How could you have written that? And you insulted Draco and his father. You know they’re still close. Draco must be the 26-year-old godson he wrote you about. Could you have been any more clueless? You should have just mentioned Snape's monstrous dead father too so you could completely alienate him.
Hermione turned down her walk, fishing for her wand in her messenger bag. She stopped in her tracks when his form materialized from the shadows. He almost blended in with the darkness. Only his pale, blank face stood out in the dim twilight, his eyes hard and squinting into the screaming wind.
Severus searched her face. The shock of finding him on her doorstep was evident, but he could also see the uncertainty in her eyes. She was terrified that she’d hurt his feelings, that she’d ruined things between them. Her feet were frozen to the ground, unsure what to do. There was a tiny flinch in her posture, as if bracing herself for his wrath. She thought he had come to tell her off.
Severus held open his arms to her, offering her his embrace; and her face crumpled. She ran to him, hugging him so fiercely he couldn’t breathe.
“I’m so sorry, Severus!” Her voice was muffled in his chest.
Snape hugged her in return. “I know.”
She cried into his cloak, holding him tighter. “Are you angry with me?”
He stoked her hair. “No,” Snape whispered, kissing her head. “I’m not angry.” Never at you. No one else had ever been so concerned about his feelings. Those tears on her face were for him not because of him. He’d never seen anyone cry on his behalf.
“I’d hate me if I were you,” Hermione sobbed.
He smiled softly and hugged her closer. “No. You wouldn’t.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“That’s not necessary. I forgive you.”
Hermione wiped her eyes on his cloak and looked up at him. “Really? You forgive me? Just like that?”
Severus kissed her forehead. Of all the people he knew, she was the easiest to forgive. He put one hand to the side of her cheek and wiped away her tears with his thumb. “I wasn’t upset by what you wrote. I just didn't want you to lie to yourself about who or what I am."
Hermione held his gaze. “I like who you are,” she whispered.
Snape gave her a small smile. “I like who you are too.”
Hermione’s expression softened. “Thanks. Could I have my spanking now? I can’t relax.”
He knew that look. “Do you feel guilty about this?”
“Yes, sir.”
His smile pulled higher. Sir already? “If it’s what you need to feel better, I’ll turn your backside crimson. Will we be going inside, or are your neighbors about to get to know the real you? I’d be more than happy to bend you over right here and show all of London just how sorry you are.”
Hermione smiled at his teasing. He really wasn’t angry. “It’s embarrassing enough having Crooks in the flat with us.”
He chuckled, remembering her reaction to being de-knickered in the hotel ballroom. “If being in public embarrasses you so much, maybe we should make that a part of your future punishments.”
Her eyes went wide.
“I’d love to see you in a short skirt down at that market on the corner,” he murmured, stroking her hair back behind her ear. “No knickers . . . a plug stretching your glowing bottom. Do you think the produce man will be able to smell you while you’re eyeing the zucchini?”
He might be able to smell me right now.
Snape nodded, seeing the panic in her eyes transform to lust. “Let’s go inside and get out of the cold. I'll warm my hands on your backside until your conscience is clean.”

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Her legs tightened around his hips, trapping his body against hers. Severus grunted into her hair, his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the feel of her. The soft weight of her breasts bounced against his chest. The heat of her well-spanked backside warmed his thighs and bollocks. The sharp tips of her nails bit into his back. He wanted her to tear him to sheds. Each scratch would keep him centered.
Hermione tangled her fingers in his greasy black hair. Turning her face to his, she kissed the side of his jaw, begging him to return the gesture. His mouth sealed over hers, and she groaned as his tongue slipped inside. The more heated their snogging became, the faster he fucked her.
He had made good on his word to give her what she asked for. He'd lifted her skirt and pulled down her tights, leaving her knickers for last. He'd inspected her bum right there on the couch in the front room, running his hands all over her upturned rump and pussy. After he'd declared her fit for spanking, he slowly undressed her. When she was naked, he pulled her over his lap and slapped her bum until she'd cried.
His fingers had slid inside her, curling against her g-spot and making her come so hard her juice had streamed down her leg. Then he sat her in his lap, petting her until she calmed down, whispering in her ear what he was going to do to her that weekend. They snogged like desperate lovers for half and hour . . . until he finally carried her to the bedroom and stripped off the rest his clothes.
He'd been fucking her for an hour now. She'd already come twice, and he seemed to be waiting for her to fall again.
Snape tried to keep quiet so he could hear the liquid squish of her sex with every thrust. Her honey was practically dripping down his balls. Sinking in to the hilt, he circled his hips, burrowing into her depths. She gave him a needy moan that had his balls aching. Her muscles tightened around him, and he sighed in relief as she started to come. He'd held on long enough. His bollocks needed a break.
His tongue slid along hers, fucking her mouth at the same speed as his thrusts. He came with a loud grunt, loving the way her moan made his lips tingle. His shaft began to pulse, and he growled her name into her mouth. The prolonged denial had built up quite a cache of cream; it erupted from him with blinding force, bathing her clenching channel in his release. It was the clearest his head had felt all week.
Hermione let him disengage their mouths so he could breathe, but she kept her arms and legs snared around him. She didn't want him to pull out. He dropped his face into her hair with a sated sigh, and she smiled. "Thank you, Severus. That was bloody fabulous."
He nodded, unable to speak yet.
"Stay right here, okay?”
He nodded again. His dick was slowly dying inside her, but he didn't want to leave her twitching pussy.
Hermione stroked his head, waiting for him to catch his breath. She kissed the side of his face and jaw to help him calm down. When his breathing had quieted, she rubbed his neck and slid her foot along his arse. "Severus?"
"Mmm?"
She took a deep breath. "I'd like to ask you to do something for me, but I don't know if it's outside the boundaries of what we agreed on. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel as if you have to say yes just because I'm asking."
He picked up his head and looked in her eyes. "What is it?"
"During the Christmas hols, I always go to Australia to check on my parents for a couple days. If you want to go with me, I'd like to have you."
Snape didn’t need to think about that too hard; he would much rather spend the holiday with her. The dungeons were so damp and lonely. “When are we going?"
Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek. "The 22nd and 23rd were what I had in mind. Does that sound okay?"
He shrugged. “It sounds all right to me. So we'll come back the morning of Christmas Eve?"
"Yes. Harry and Ginny have a party Christmas Eve, and I usually make an appearance. Did you want to go with me?"
"That sounds torturous. I'll pass."
"I want to see you on Christmas or Boxing Day. I have something for you."
"You do?" He hadn't gotten her anything yet. "The food at Hogwarts is usually all I have to look forward to."
"Well now you can look forward to a festive fucking as well," she said with a grin. "Is there such a thing as Christmas spankings?"
He laughed and touched his lips to hers. "There will be this year." Candy canings if you're extra good.

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Severus woke before her the next morning. His dick was hard, and he reached under the blanket with one hand to test it, careful not to disturb her as she slept on his chest. He stroked himself slowly as he thought about the previous day. He wasn't angry about what she'd said about killing and Death Eaters, he just hoped she'd think twice before mentioning it again. He believed what she'd written about not seeing him that way. That was what scared him. He didn't want to forget. Forgetting was how you made the same mistakes more than once. Owning up to his past was the only way he could avoid it.
She was giving him a way to move on. Moving on wasn't the same as forgetting. He’d seen the worst life had to offer and had learned a valuable lesson. Life was fragile. And fluid. Things could be terrible, but they could also be awe-inspiring. Most people only got one chance in this world, but he'd been given a second shot. He didn't want to spend his remaining days alone and miserable in his room at Hogwarts.
When he’d answered that ad, he’d been hoping for an experience. He’d gotten that and then some. Finding someone who fit him so well was a shock to his soul. It would be devastating when she finally moved on. But maybe that was something he needed to experience as well. He should be able to handle rejection like an adult. Although, it didn't seem as if she was going to leave him anytime soon, so he had some time to enjoy her company.
He never thought he would be saying that about Hermione Granger. How could the one girl who'd made his him cringe with every raise of her hand become the one woman in whom he found solace?
Snape looked down at her curly hair and kissed the top of her head. He wished he knew what she'd gotten him for Christmas so he could get her something of equal worth. If he got her a book, she'd probably give him diamond cufflinks or something. He could think of many things she would like. He could get her an engraved paddle. Or a book on discipline. She'd like that. Maybe lingerie. (Okay, that might be more for him.) He smirked to himself as he considered getting her a school uniform. She'd wet her knickers in excitement.
He needed to get her something extraordinary. Snape had a feeling going to check on her parents would be a traumatic undertaking. It had to be bloody awful for her to see them every year while they went on being completely unaware of her existence. What a mind-fuck. If he could get her something great, perhaps it would brighten her Christmas.
He hoped he could find something that conveyed how much she meant to him. That would be more complicated. The sex was bloody glorious—it was his salvation—but she wasn't just a heaven-sent pussy with the libido of cat in heat. She was so much more. Her enthusiasm for his cock was delightful, but it was the "so much more" that made her worth his efforts.
"I could do that for you," she said in a groggy voice. Her hand slid under the blanket and wrapped around his. "Bloody hell, Severus. You could carve marble with this thing."
He smirked. "Nature's cruel prank."
Hermione wiped the sleep from her eyes with a grin. "Have you lost your mind? This isn't a prank—it's the greatest wake-up call in history."
Severus smiled at her. "It loses its novelty after a couple decades."
"Then I'd better enjoy it now."
She burrowed under the blanket, and Severus grunted as she ran her nose along his length and kissed each of his balls good morning. Throwing off the sheets, he watched as she licked her way up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking over his salty tip every time she reached the top. "Turn around. Sit on my face. I want some breakfast pussy while you're sucking that sausage."
Hermione snorted but quickly did as he suggested, spinning around and throwing one leg over him. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back over his face, and she squealed as his nose nuzzled her slit. No one had ever eaten her first thing in the morning; last time she'd had a quick wash prior to his muff diving. Her pussy was probably still gooey from the night before. She figured he already knew that since he was the one who’d left it that way.
Severus smirked as her folds opened to his prodding. He started on the outside, nipping and sucking her pouty petals. She'd gone to sleep excited and leaking all over his leg. He could smell her musky nectar already. When she started to moan and grind into his face, he gently parted her and slid his tongue over her creaming entrance, lapping lightly at her inner labia. She tasted of sweet pussy with a hint of semen. If fucking had a flavor, she was it.
Hermione moaned around the meaty head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she slid his foreskin up and down over the ridged corona. She kept it light, not intending to push him over until she was close. She wanted to pace their pleasure so he ejaculated just as she was coming on his face. Wiggling her tongue into the salty slit peaking his knob, she smiled as he growled into her pussy.
Snape shifted her back a little and started on her clit. He let the intensity build over the next few minutes, lapping and flickering over her swelling nub. Her hand found his balls, and he grunted as she drew them up and attempted to suck on one. She couldn't reach. His balls remained dry—unlike her crevice, which was becoming juicier by the second. Every time she bucked, the tip of his nose dipped into her honeypot, glazing him in her excitement.
Hermione gave up trying to reach his sac and went back to his cock, still teasing him with her tongue but adding a nice steady fingertip wanking to the playlist. His dick wept with gratitude. In her other hand, his bollocks twitched once in warning. Don't you come yet.
Severus wrapped his arms over the top of her thighs and grabbed her arse. Pulling her cheeks wide, he suckled her clit and rubbed his nose into her entrance, shaking his head back and forth to stimulate the sensitive ring of tissue. Her entire vulva was swelling, her lips pulling themselves apart for an open-mouthed kiss.
"I'm going to come," she whimpered. "Don't stop."
He grunted once in answer and sealed his lips around her nub, brushing his tongue over its engorged tip.
"MMMmmm! Come in my face, Severus. I want to watch."
Relaxing into the steady beat of her hand, he thrust his hips toward her so she'd pick up the pace. She matched each thrust, her fingers stroking him fast and easy right at the head. He moaned into her sex, and his balls pulled tight as they heaved the weight of his seed from his cock. She bucked against his face, coming as she watched his dick explode.
"Yes," she whispered. The first shot of his cream hit her chin, and she smiled as the rest of it spattered his lower belly. Her inner muscles spasmed and jumped at the sight. Watching his climax up close was spectacular, and she knew she'd be thinking about it all next week. Hermione groaned his name as her own orgasm washed over her.
Severus waited until her hips stopped involuntarily ticking in his face then dropped back his head and caught his breath.
Hermione pulled her leg over him and turned around, resting on his shoulder as he calmed down. Smiling up at him, she ran her thumb over the tip of his hooked nose. "Your nose is wet."
"That means I'm healthy."
She grinned and leaned closer, kissing the side of his mouth. "Was my pussy all gross this morning?"
He gave her an odd look. "Of course not."
She shrugged. "I didn't get the chance to wash it."
Snape bit back his laugh and rubbed his temples with one hand. "You don't need to wash it. It's pussy. It's supposed to smell and taste like sex, not soap."
"It wasn't overwhelming? I was pretty sticky when I went to sleep last night."
"It was delicious," he assured her, running his fingers down the side of her face. "I wanted to suffocate myself in you."
Hermione laughed and rested her face back on his shoulder. "Your dick tasted good too."
"Did you get an eye full?" he asked, wiping the remnants from her chin.
"Yeah. It was great," she sighed happily. "Do you want me to lick you clean?"
"That sounds nice.”
Hermione gathered her hair onto her other shoulder and draped herself over his hip. She looked up and met his black eyes as her tongue ran through his pearly come.
Severus's cock jumped at the image: her wet pink muscle lapping up his cream, his release sparkling on her taste buds before she swallowed. Her lips glinted with salvia and seed. After she finished with his pelvis, she lightly polished his sensitive knob. He growled softly, and reached down, squeezing the remains from his length so he could watch her get it all. She smiled at him and dragged her tongue across his glans like a lethargic cat. A shiver shot up his spine, and he sank his hand into her hair. "Come up here."
Hermione climbed up to him, and he pulled her down, touching his lips to hers. His face was damp from eating her out, and she could taste herself all over his mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she melted into him, letting him mix their release and share it between them.
Severus grinned at her. "You were right, that was one hell of a wake up call."
“I agree. Can we go eat for real now? I'm starving."
Snape nodded. "Me too. Pussy breakfast leaves my stomach growling."
Kissing his neck one last time, Hermione rolled out of bed. "I'll get your coffee started."
"Bless you."
Hermione looked around for her pajamas.
"Don't get dressed," he muttered. "I want to watch you while I eat."
Smiling, she picked up her robe. "It's bloody freezing in the kitchen. If you want to see me, you'd better keep me warm."
He nodded, unable to keep from smiling. "All weekend long," he promised.

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Hermione had the headboard in a death grip. He was kneeling behind her, his hands pulling her back onto his dick over and over. This was their sixth position of the day. He hadn't come again since that morning, but she was already on her third earth-shattering orgasm. She was starting to wonder if he'd taken something to last so long. Her teeth gritted as he picked up speed. He was pumping into her front wall as if drilling for oil. The bed was going to be drenched by the time they went to sleep that night. "Mmmm!"
"Relax into it, pet."
Her exhale stuttered out. That swirling balloon of tension inside her was about to pop.
Snape smiled as her thighs started to shake. They'd have to take a break soon or she was going to cramp up. He closed his eyes and listened to the liquid song of her approaching climax. "I know you're there, pet," he rasped. "Come for me. Soak the sheets."
"UUUuuunnnh!" The release exploded from her, leaving her keening and shaking.
"That's it," he purred. His balls had pulled dangerously high with that one. He'd have to come next time.
Hermione's head was spinning. "I think I need to lie down," she panted.
"You read my mind," he replied with a sly grin.

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Hermione was collapsed on the bed in a daze, completely knackered. Snape was in the kitchen making them something to eat. That was good. She didn't think she could walk. Hopefully he would feed her too. Using her arms seemed out of the question; it’d be like trying to eat in an earthquake.
Severus came back with their food and smirked at her nudity sprawled across the bed. "Here's your sandwich." He set the plate on the bed. "I'll get your juice."
Hermione smiled at him, watching his naked arse as he left. She looked at the sandwich and crisps he'd brought her. This is so sweet. Shagging me eight ways to Sunday and then serving me food. What a gentleman. He brought her a glass of juice then went to the other side of the bed and sat back against the headboard with a stiff groan. That headboard could sure take a beating; she'd almost ripped it from its moorings an hour ago. He gave her a mildly amused look as he took a bite of his sandwich.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, nodding at her plate.
"I can't move."
He smirked and set down his food. Leaning over, he grazed his fingers over her forearm and then shifted about until he had his arm wrapped around her ribcage.
Hermione squeaked as he dragged her up the bed and sat her next to him, propping her up against the pillows. "What are you doing?"
He set her plate next to her then resumed his own prior seating arrangement. "Helping you."
"I'm too tired to eat."
"No, you're not. Here." He tore off a bit of her sandwich and brought it to her lips. "You'll need your strength. We haven't even gotten to the woman-on-top positions in that book."
She looked at him as if he gone mad. "You can't be serious. I'll need a day just to recover from what we've done so far."
He shook his head. "I brought some Rejuvenating Elixir. I thought I might need it at some point, but I can share."
While her mouth was conveniently hanging open, he tipped the bite of sandwich inside.
"Isn't your dick getting raw?"
He laughed. "No. Is your pussy?"
She reached between her legs to test it. "My pussy's okay, but the rest of my body is worn out."
He fed her another bite. "I'll rub you down first."
"What part of me are you going to rub first?" she asked with a wicked smirk.
Snape snorted into his sandwich. "I'll start at your extremities and work my way in."
"In?" she asked, smiling hopefully.
He grinned back. "Every inch that I can reach."

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"Oh God," Hermione groaned as he pressed into the center of her left buttock. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. Her back was a wet noodle. He'd greased her in coconut oil as if he were getting ready to roast her. His hands plied her bum, sliding over the hills of her arse like an Olympic skier. He worked the tension out of her muscles then gave her left cheek a light smack.
Severus couldn't take his eyes off the shining mounds of her backside. Sinking his fingers into her juicy flesh, he made her arse jiggle as he loosened up her hips. Yeeeeees. If he were a less restrained man, he would have been pressing his cock between those cheeks and bouncing off of her like a trampoline.
Hermione moaned as he carefully grazed his finger along her crack. He brushed over her anus again and again, making her stomach flip. She arched her back for him. "Mm!"
Smiling, he held her open with one hand to gaze on her puckered star. One finger tickled her backdoor, straying to her perineum for some bonus work. She was moaning and writhing on the bed, her back muscles flexing and twitching in anticipation.
"Please, sir!"
He smirked. That sir had returned awfully quickly. "Yes, pet?"
"Haven't I been a good girl?"
He chuckled silently above her. "You've been a very good girl. Is there something you’d like to ask me to do?"
Hermione only hesitated a split second. It was still embarrassing to say out loud, but she was too far gone to let that slow her down. At least he couldn't see how red her face was getting. "Please, sir. I've been a very good girl. Please finger my bottom."
His cock, which was resting heavily against the back of her leg, twitched in approval. "This little bottom?" he purred, wiggling his fingertip right at the threshold of her backdoor.
She growled into the bed as her pussy suddenly sprang a new leak. "Yes, sir. Please!"
She was bearing down so hard he sank in to the first knuckle without trying. Snape jiggled his hand slightly, helping her muscles let go. She relaxed until his entire finger had been swallowed by that black hole. Staying still, he let her adjust to the stretch. Her sphincter was gripping and jumping around the intruder, which drew his thoughts toward fancies of buggery. She was nowhere near ready for that, but a man could dream. When he wiggled his finger inside her, she moaned and arched her back for more. "Do you like that, pet?"
Did she like it? Did Hagrid like illegal pets? Did McGonagall like tartan cloaks? Of course she liked it. "Yes, sir!"
"Would you like to try another finger?"
"You won't hurt me, will you?” she whispered.
"I'll be extra careful," he promised.
"Okay."
Snape gently pulled out then pressed his greased index and middle finger to her hole. He sank in about halfway before her muscles resisted. "Only a little bit more," he crooned. "Rest until you relax then bear down when you're ready for more."
Hermione took some deep breaths, telling her body to let go. He hadn't hurt her at all, and she was starting to prefer his fingers to her own back there. She could focus on breathing and staying loose while he did all the work.
When her muscles bore down, he pressed lightly, sinking a little further into her heat. Her body quivered a few times then she relaxed again, and his fingers plunged in to the hilt.
"Good girl," he smiled, stroking her back with his other hand. "I'm not going to move. I'll stay right here until your muscles let go."
Hermione sighed and dropped her face to the bed. It was a weird combination of discomfort and pleasure. But the longer he stayed there, the more the discomfort faded. After a few minutes, she just felt full. Stretched and full. His fingertips wiggled inside her, and she moaned happily.
"Let's put in one of your plugs while I finish your massage," he said softly.
She nodded. "The one you used last time?"
"Yes. I don't think you're ready for the next size up yet." But you will be soon. He had to concentrate, wandlessly summoning the second smallest plug from her bedside table. The drawer slid open, and he caught the plug in his left hand. Keeping his fingers inside her, he swirled the plug through the coconut oil. He wasn't used to using oil, but he found it a good choice, enjoying the soft slip. Her oil didn't have any scent or flavor. He could get it all over her without gagging when he licked it off. That would come in handy one day.
Hermione breathed deeply as he eased the plug up to her hole then pulled out his fingers. The plug slid in with no effort, sinking right into place as if it were made to fit her.
Severus muttered a cleansing spell on his hands then climbed off the backs of her legs so he could roll her over. Gripping her hips, he turned her onto her back, smirking at the doped expression on her face. "Now, let's see if we can get all the knots out of your pussy."
Hermione smiled. "I don't have any knots in my pussy."
He started on the joints of her pelvis. "We'll see about that."

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Hermione had never felt so liquid and flowing in all her life. She lay on her back, one leg scissored up, pressed to his chest. Her other leg was stretched out, and he was straddling it, kneeling above her, thrusting at a slight angle. He'd been right about the knots in her pussy, but now that he'd rubbed them away, she was like a reed in the wind. He could bend her into any shape he wanted. The piercing heat of his black eyes shot straight through her stomach and down to her core. One of his long fingers teased her clit as he thrust. She was going to come any minute.
Severus pulled her foot to his lips and sucked her big toe into his mouth. She moaned his name and gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles went white. He could feel her body starting to tense. She was close.
Lightening his touch on her clit, he watched her face as she panted up at him. He wanted to draw this out, make her love it. Her pussy coiled tighter and tighter, her body turning to steel in his hands. He nipped her toe and dragged his teeth along the length of it.
Hermione usually thought of her orgasms as one big burst of pleasure, but she was starting to see that it was really a progression of sensations. There was that sudden moment where she was on her way, a balancing act where the train had left the station but hadn't crested the hill. Once that became a rush of oncoming tension, she hit the ceiling and danced for a few seconds on a tiptop peak of overwhelming pressure, a still point where she was neither climbing nor falling. When that point toppled, she was floating, riding the spasms all the way back down to reality. The aftermath was nice too: the twitching in her pussy, the heady rush of peace that washed over her. Each section varied in length and intensity, making each orgasm slightly different; but each station had its own appeal.
Currently, she was in the grips of that first take off. The peak was rushing toward her, dangling her right on the edge of the mountain path. He had her dancing precariously on the lip of the volcano. It was going on far longer than she could ever remember. If she didn't reach the summit soon she was going to scream.
The culminating forces suddenly reached their zenith, and her toe curled in his mouth. “Severus!” The dam was just seconds away from spilling over. Everything had wound to a tight tipping point. He stayed deep, his cock rocking into her with each short thrust, playing her along the razor’s edge. She started to fall over the cliff, a long moan of release springing to her lips as her pussy pulsed around him, riding the waves unfurling through her body.
Severus held her gaze the whole time, watching every sensation play out over her features. She was the sexiest witch in the universe when she came. He wanted a repeat. Her body went limp as she came down, and he released her toe with a grunt of desire. "More."

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Hermione was passed out on his chest. Severus had his eyes open to the dark room. There was enough light filtering in around the window shade so he could see. Her dark brown hair tangled around his fingers as he stroked her head. It had been one hell of a day. She looked as though she'd been shagged into a lump of pudding.
He was currently lying in one of the many wet spots she'd left earlier. He didn't mind. He wanted to soak in that pool of glory. Touching his lips to the top of her head, he kissed her goodnight. She'd fallen asleep before he could do it while she was conscious. They hadn't snogged the way they had the weekend before, and he missed it. Fucking her in every position under the sun was a bloody brilliant way to spend the day, but he wanted to feel her breathing over his lips, her tongue tasting his. Maybe tomorrow he could work that into their coupling.
“Goodnight, Hermione.”

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"Severus!"
He grunted as he knelt between her bent legs and lifted her hips, leaving her balanced on her shoulders and the tips of her toes. Bridging her up until she was aligned with his cock, he held her suspended in his hands as he slid inside. Her tits bounced up toward her face with every thrust, and she tried to press her toes into the bed for leverage. He was about to lose it. They'd been going at it since breakfast, and if she hadn't fallen off the bed earlier, she would be on her fifth orgasm. As it was, she was straining for the fourth.
"Relax," he muttered. "Let it happen."
Hermione stared at the ceiling, her brain going mushy with need. Or maybe it just felt like that because all the blood was rushing to her head. Her calf started to twitch, and she reached for him. "Stop stop stop! My leg is cramping."
Severus pulled out and eased her down. She winced as he straightened her leg, but she finally breathed out a sigh and dropped her head back to the bed. He ran his hand down her side, soothing her trembling body. "I'll get you a banana and some salt."
She looked at him in confusion. "For the next position?"
He snickered. "No. So you leg won't cramp again. Just give me a minute."
Hermione's pussy felt as if she'd been reamed by a broom handle. Her thighs were wet with juice, and she was starting to wonder how she was going to ever get the sheets clean. This was fun and exciting, but it wasn't very relaxing. Another day of sexual acrobatics might be more than her body could withstand.
He came back with a banana and a small cup of water. Handing her the cup first, he nodded at her to drink it. "There's salt in it. Down it fast."
Hermione chugged it in two gulps. It wasn't terrible. He handed her the banana, and she started to eat it as he settled down on his side next to her. His erection was starting to fade, but she didn’t want it to go. Cupping his balls, she smiled at him around her banana.
Snape’s lips twitched into a smile. "Don't get me worked up if you're not ready for more."
"Can we save the rest of these positions for another day? I'm so bloody tired."
Snape grinned and nodded. "What would you like to do instead?"
"Oh, I still want to shag. I'm really close, and your balls must be approaching full capacity. I just want it to be easy."
"You mean you just want me to fuck you the way I usually do?"
She nodded, peeling her banana the rest of the way. "Yes. Nothing either of has to strain for."
He smiled, brushing back her hair. "Nice and slow?"
Hermione sighed as his fingers trailed down her neck. "MmHm. Face to face, so I can kiss you. And you can do that thing to my neck that makes my pussy leak all over the place."
He chuckled and took her banana peel from her, tossing it onto the table. "In that case, I have one more position I want you to try."
Hermione watched him stack up the pillows against the headboard. They were steep and inclined, forming a rough triangle. She used to arrange them the same way when she had heartburn and couldn't lie flat. He waved her over and urged her to lean back.
"That's it," he murmured as she got into place. “Pull up your knees.”
When she was reclining comfortably, he got between her spread thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips. Now he could sit back or lean forward, giving himself more thrusting angles and hand options. He wasn't hard enough anymore, but he knew a comeback was in the works. One hand went to her breast, and he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. She smiled at him and ran her fingers along the side of his face then tipped up her nose to brush his.
Hermione swept her mouth over his, making her own lips tingle with the contact. Her nerve endings were lit up like a Christmas tree. He moved in closer and kissed her softly as his half-hard prick nestled itself in her shellacked shell. Her mouth clasped at his, hungry for his flavor. He caught her lower lip, and she sighed in contentment as he gently nipped her. When his tongue finally met with hers, she felt as if a juicy bomb were going off in her mouth.
Snape countered her agile tongue, mirroring her moves and following everywhere she led. He'd let her take over the oral choreography while he concentrated on grinding his growing cock into her cleft. Her crux was coated in satin ambrosia, a warm, wet home for him to burrow into. By the time his entire length was slick with her arousal, he was back to full strength, his dick straining between them, begging for the warmth of her inner sanctum.
Hermione moaned as he entered her. His thick knob parted her folds, sliding into her depths with ease. He started to grind into her, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Sinking in as far as he could, he circled his hips against her, his cock stirring through her channel, his glans tracing the circumference of her cervix. It made her belly clench. How did he create such a plethora of pleasure inside her without even thrusting? It felt bloody fantastic.
Snape released her lips and licked the fading love bites he'd left on her neck. He'd give her some new ones so she wouldn't forget him during the week. He wondered if she was concealing them with a glamour when she went to work or if she was just wearing more high-necked fashions.
Hermione's clit throbbed every time he sucked her pulse. Her hand dropped to his shoulder, and she let her nails take over, scratching a light path down to his right nipple; when she started to scrape a circle around the perimeter, he growled into her neck. Her playful pinch earned her a nip of his teeth. "Ah!"
Snape grinned and licked the abraded marks. Sliding his hand between them, he brushed over her clit. His lips found her ear, and he nipped at her lobe. "Are you enjoying this position?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Say my name. Sir is for spankings."
She smiled, kissing the side of his face. "Severus."
"Is this little pussy ready to come again?"
"I'm getting close."
He could tell. Her belly and thighs tensed each time her body neared its goal. One more round of close calls would leave her panting like a dog. He swept back and forth over the apex of her slit, just barely grazing her swollen pearl. "Tell me what makes you come when you're alone. What do you think about?"
"You on top of me, watching me."
Snape smiled and leaned back a little, meeting her gaze. "What else?"
She shivered as he ground his hips into her a little faster. "You talking to me."
"What do I say?"
Hermione blushed. "Sometimes you just tell me how close I'm getting and how much you want me to come, but a lot of the time you sort of threaten me."
"Threaten you?" He wasn't going to threaten her to orgasm.
"That sounds a bit harsh when I say it out loud. You say things like . . . you're going to spank me later or use the plug on me. You're just very detailed about it."
Snape chuckled down at her. "You mean like . . . you'd better come for me right now, or tonight after I give you a bath, I'm going to bring you back in here and put you over my knee. I'm going to lube up your naughty little bottom, and we're going to see how fast you can come when you're getting stretched and spanked at the same time."
She started up at him in surprise. "Yes, like that."
"I wasn't just saying that to turn you on. It's what I intend to do."
"Really?"
The hopeful lilt in her voice made him smile. "Yes." He braced both hands on the pillows so he could pick up the pace of his grinding. Leaning close so her eyes were all he could see, he engaged all engines, preparing to drive her off the cliff. "Just relax. This little pussy's going to cream my cock any minute now. Do you feel that ache deep inside?"
She nodded, unable to find any words with him staring at her like that.
"Do you like it?"
She nodded again.
"It'll keep feeling like that, and you'll think you're not even close. Then all the sudden, it will transform into sweet . . . deep . . . perfection." Every promise was accompanied by a circle of his hips.
"How do you know?" she managed to whisper.
"Experience. All you have to do is follow the pleasure. Don't reach for it. Let it find you."
She could do that. Hermione held him closer, and his grinding sped up even more. His lips touched her forehead, and she closed her eyes as he rasped a string of soothing praise like a lascivious lullaby. He told her she was beautiful, that he wanted to watch her come again and again. He told her that she had the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen, and he wanted to lick her clean after she came. His rumbly voice sank to her sex, adding an invisible stimulation that couldn't be matched.
Just when she thought she was going to go mad, her body did just what he said it would, suddenly growing the sweetest bloom of pleasure she'd ever felt. That rising first phase of her climax swelled and swirled, leaving her wondering if she would ever see the peak. "Severus!"
He stared down at her, watching her jaw drop. She looked both shocked and pleased. Her pussy spasmed around him, and he gritted his teeth, growling as he stopped fighting his own release. Keeping his eyes on her face, he let his balls have their way, his sac seizing with success. He pressed his forehead to hers and groaned her name as he spilled himself inside her. His cock pulsed, drowning her in his seed. It would be dripping out of her for hours. "Fuck!"
Hermione smiled, keeping her arms around him so he'd rest against her. "Will you do that again later?"
He breathed out a short laugh. "Tonight. After your bedtime spanking."
"After bath-time?"
"MmHm."
"You'll be in the bath with me, won't you?"
"That was the plan."
"Good. I want to lick you clean."
"In the tub or right now?"
Her grin became a sneaky smile, and she beamed up at him. “Both."

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Hermione lay curled against him that night, listening to the slow in and out of his breathing. He would leave the next morning, and that same pang of emptiness that she felt every time he walked away would return. It was the same when he pulled out after sex, as if a part of her was suddenly missing. Monday mornings never used to bother her, but now they seemed particularly depressing. It was the longest time she had to go without seeing him again.
She was a little surprised how quickly he’d agreed to go to Australia with her. Creating that list of convincing reasons had been completely unnecessary. It would be nice to not have to go by herself. Her trips were complicated. And personal. They were both happy and sad, and she didn’t think too many people would want to travel over 10,000 miles with her only to watch her cry and spy on her parents. But Snape had already seen her cry, and he knew all about her parents. She didn’t have to hide anything from him. He didn’t seem to mind her teetering moods and wouldn’t think she’d gone batty because of any random breakdowns.
Maybe the trip would be better with him along. Maybe he’d keep her from slipping into a depressive spiral. He had with Barnabas. He’d let her be sad and angry without trying to direct her feelings; then he’d guided her back to her regular life with a gentle prodding, helping her see that she could feel the pain without letting it swallow her whole. He also made her see that avoidance wasn’t the fastest road to recovery. If she just cried without trying to restrain herself, the sorrow lost some of its grip. When she was no longer scared of feeling too much, the tears became cleansing rather than wet rips in her sanity.
He was the best thing that had happened to her in years. The world was starting to feel like a hopeful place again. Maybe she wouldn’t be sad forever. Maybe he was right: maybe her friends’ deaths shouldn’t rest solely on her shoulders. Maybe she could feel sad for them and honor their memory the way she had with Barnabas.
Maybe she could forgive herself the way Snape had forgiven her. He hadn’t berated her wordy blunder or even told her to be more careful in the future. It seemed as though she was more upset by what she’d written than he was. It must have hurt him terribly to be reminded of his past like that, but he was still waiting at her door, ready to give her what she needed. He was always giving her so much, and she had given him nothing but some hugs and tugs. He deserved so much more. Maybe she could make Christmas special for him this year. It sounded as though the holiday wasn’t usually too happy for him. Some crafty finagling on her part had scored her the perfect gift for him, but Christmas wasn’t about presents; it was about the warm glow of giving and the joy of being with people you cared about. Maybe he’d never felt that before.
It would be the best Christmas ever if she could leave him with a warmer heart.
Hermione softly kissed his chest so she wouldn’t wake him. “Goodnight, Severus.”
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