The Fainting Portrait
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,240
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Harry Potter or said characters. No monies is being made from the production of this story.. I like to play with the characters and do things to them that J.K. Rowling will never do unless she becomes an erotica writer
The Fainting Portrait
A sweet moan filled the room. A single portrait watched on as the man ran his lips across his lover’s throat.
“Oh Gods, please Severus please,” his lover gasped out.
“Please what, my dear?” The man, Severus, said huskily. His lover, his dear, mumbled incoherently. “What was that, Hermione?” He chuckled.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“In time,” Severus said to her, knowing what she really meant.
The portrait tore its eyes away from the lovers. Looking around its new surroundings, it took in the deep blue and gold colours of the walls and floors; the contrast of ivory against the mahogany wood; the blending of said mahogany wood against the walls. A single bookcase lined stood against the wall standing from ceiling to floor; filled with books from Astrology to Zen. A stunning wardrobe stood... No, no the portrait thought, too close to those two... An ash vanity table stood out against the deep colours. Just then a long ripping sound had brought the portrait pictures back to the lovers.
“Severusss,” Hermione hissed out as her ripped dress pooled to the floor. He chuckled as he brought his lips to her breast. Hermione fisted her hands, in his hair. Long ago, he found something that made his hair smooth and silky and no longer greasy, he quit Hogwarts. Severus swirled his tongue around her nipple, pulling a gasp and a hiss from his lover. “Please, Severus. Fuck me.”
“Patience, Hermione. I’ve only just begun.”
Hermione moaned in frustration. She rocked her hips against the leg that was in-between hers. “I can’t wait. Please Sev, please.” She begged.
Severus growled when he felt her rock against him, and when her leg brushed against his cock.
“I could take you right here, up against the wall. You would have bruises, testifying my passion for you.” Severus told her as she moaned wantonly. “I could take you on the floor, you on your hands and knees. I could take you like an animal. I could carry you to the bed, and make love to you all night. What do you want?”
“I want it all.”
Severus growled again. With a murmured spell, the rest of their clothing disappeared. With a hard thrust, he entered her. Hermione threw her head back and let out a small scream, she dug her nails into Severus‘s shoulders. Sharply she rocked her hips against his.
“Shit, don’t do that.” Severus gasped out as he responded to the rocking. “I want to give you a good fucking.”
He, then, pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was the only thing in her. Swiftly, he pushed himself back in, making Hermione shriek. He repeated the motion several of times, making Hermione incoherent as her orgasm flowed over her. Her hips jerked against his, trying to milk him of his own orgasm. Severus hissed as he sharply pulled out. Pushing Hermione onto the floor, he knelt down behind her and started to thrust back into her. Hermione screamed, as her second orgasm surprised her. Severus groaned as he felt the tightening of her walls.
“You will not pull me over.” He hissed out as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He bit down on her shoulder making her gasp out from the pain. When Severus felt her orgasm subside, he began to thrust again, harder than before. “Is this what you want, my dear?”
“Yyyyeeeessss,” Hermione hissed.
As Severus thrust, he began to twirl his hips when he was fully sheathed inside of her. Hermione shrieked as she saw white.
“Yes, Hermione. Scream for me.” Severus ordered her, “Let everyone know that you... are... mine.” He punctured with a hard, fast thrust.
“Yes, yours.” Hermione answered, “Yours.”
Severus moaned as he continued to thrust. With his free hand, he moved it down to her pubic hair. Hermione gave out a cry as she felt his fingers work their magic. As she rocked against his cock and fingers, she brought herself to another orgasm. Severus gasped as he felt Hermione go over. He stopped in hope that she won’t push him over the edge that he was on.
“Shit,” Severus gasped as he went over the edge. His hips jerked against her as his orgasm was ripped from him. Hermione screamed out his name as she went higher than before. Hermione went limp as she came down from her high. Severus leaned against her back for a few seconds, before realizing that she had black out. He withdrew from her and gently picked her up. Walking over to their bed, he magically moved the covers back and place Hermione on the bed. Moving to the other side, he climbed in behind her and tucked them both in. Within seconds, Severus had join Hermione.
Up on the wall, one portrait had fainted.
A/N: To answer slytheringriffendor21's question of who the portrait is of.. After a long thinking process I decided on Professor McGonagall. *snickers* She seems a bit uptight in the books and such and having to watch Severus and Hermione have sex.. yeah it's totally going to make her faint *giggles*
“Oh Gods, please Severus please,” his lover gasped out.
“Please what, my dear?” The man, Severus, said huskily. His lover, his dear, mumbled incoherently. “What was that, Hermione?” He chuckled.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“In time,” Severus said to her, knowing what she really meant.
The portrait tore its eyes away from the lovers. Looking around its new surroundings, it took in the deep blue and gold colours of the walls and floors; the contrast of ivory against the mahogany wood; the blending of said mahogany wood against the walls. A single bookcase lined stood against the wall standing from ceiling to floor; filled with books from Astrology to Zen. A stunning wardrobe stood... No, no the portrait thought, too close to those two... An ash vanity table stood out against the deep colours. Just then a long ripping sound had brought the portrait pictures back to the lovers.
“Severusss,” Hermione hissed out as her ripped dress pooled to the floor. He chuckled as he brought his lips to her breast. Hermione fisted her hands, in his hair. Long ago, he found something that made his hair smooth and silky and no longer greasy, he quit Hogwarts. Severus swirled his tongue around her nipple, pulling a gasp and a hiss from his lover. “Please, Severus. Fuck me.”
“Patience, Hermione. I’ve only just begun.”
Hermione moaned in frustration. She rocked her hips against the leg that was in-between hers. “I can’t wait. Please Sev, please.” She begged.
Severus growled when he felt her rock against him, and when her leg brushed against his cock.
“I could take you right here, up against the wall. You would have bruises, testifying my passion for you.” Severus told her as she moaned wantonly. “I could take you on the floor, you on your hands and knees. I could take you like an animal. I could carry you to the bed, and make love to you all night. What do you want?”
“I want it all.”
Severus growled again. With a murmured spell, the rest of their clothing disappeared. With a hard thrust, he entered her. Hermione threw her head back and let out a small scream, she dug her nails into Severus‘s shoulders. Sharply she rocked her hips against his.
“Shit, don’t do that.” Severus gasped out as he responded to the rocking. “I want to give you a good fucking.”
He, then, pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was the only thing in her. Swiftly, he pushed himself back in, making Hermione shriek. He repeated the motion several of times, making Hermione incoherent as her orgasm flowed over her. Her hips jerked against his, trying to milk him of his own orgasm. Severus hissed as he sharply pulled out. Pushing Hermione onto the floor, he knelt down behind her and started to thrust back into her. Hermione screamed, as her second orgasm surprised her. Severus groaned as he felt the tightening of her walls.
“You will not pull me over.” He hissed out as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He bit down on her shoulder making her gasp out from the pain. When Severus felt her orgasm subside, he began to thrust again, harder than before. “Is this what you want, my dear?”
“Yyyyeeeessss,” Hermione hissed.
As Severus thrust, he began to twirl his hips when he was fully sheathed inside of her. Hermione shrieked as she saw white.
“Yes, Hermione. Scream for me.” Severus ordered her, “Let everyone know that you... are... mine.” He punctured with a hard, fast thrust.
“Yes, yours.” Hermione answered, “Yours.”
Severus moaned as he continued to thrust. With his free hand, he moved it down to her pubic hair. Hermione gave out a cry as she felt his fingers work their magic. As she rocked against his cock and fingers, she brought herself to another orgasm. Severus gasped as he felt Hermione go over. He stopped in hope that she won’t push him over the edge that he was on.
“Shit,” Severus gasped as he went over the edge. His hips jerked against her as his orgasm was ripped from him. Hermione screamed out his name as she went higher than before. Hermione went limp as she came down from her high. Severus leaned against her back for a few seconds, before realizing that she had black out. He withdrew from her and gently picked her up. Walking over to their bed, he magically moved the covers back and place Hermione on the bed. Moving to the other side, he climbed in behind her and tucked them both in. Within seconds, Severus had join Hermione.
Up on the wall, one portrait had fainted.
A/N: To answer slytheringriffendor21's question of who the portrait is of.. After a long thinking process I decided on Professor McGonagall. *snickers* She seems a bit uptight in the books and such and having to watch Severus and Hermione have sex.. yeah it's totally going to make her faint *giggles*