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King To You: Part I - Halloween Ball	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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King To You: Part I- The Halloween Party
By: Snapes_Goddess

alright…this is obviously AU/AR…characters will be a bit OOC….its all for fun. =) This is to be one of what I plan to be several in a series of fics about SS/LM/DM and HG…each wizard trying to outdo the other….should be fun to explore!!! Hope you enjoy it, it’s just a little bit of fun for Halloween!

"Wow, Professor...just wow," Hermione said softly as she approached the brooding wizard standing in the corner. She wasn’t surprised to see him at the Malfoy’s Halloween Ball, he attended every year, by force she was certain, but she was surprised to see him in costume as he never dressed up. Yet, there he was, in full costume. A Batman costume, complete with utility belt and cape.

"Good evening, Ms. Granger," he said tightly. "Come to torment me?" He asked. He took a moment to look her over, his brow quirking at her choice of costume. A short red and white gingham skirt with layer after layer of lacy ruffles underneath it, white ruffled blouse, white socks that came to mid thigh with tiny red bows on them, black heeled mary-janes and a bright red hooded cloak. "Off to grandmother's house?"

"Care to give me a ride in your batmobile?" she parried.

"Not my idea, obviously," he said, indicating his ridiculous costume. "How did you know it was me?"

"I can spot you anywhere, Professor," she said, smirking. "So...if dressing up as the caped crusader wasn't your idea then whose?"

"Call me Severus, please, I find the title of Professor rather annoying outside of Hogwarts," he said. "As for whose asinine idea this was..." He gestured to the other side of the room where Lucius Malfoy stood in a furred loincloth, furred knee high boots, gold cuffs around his biceps and a horned helmet on his head, a large hammer clutched in his fist.

"How did this happen?" she asked on a laugh.

"Wizard’s Chess and whiskey," he grumbled. "I should know better than to wager with the Malfoys. At least I am not the only one humiliated." He gestured towards Draco who was looking rather put out in a Robin costume, complete with bright green tights.

"Oh, dear! Well...it's a good thing you don’t play with the Weasleys," she said, gesturing towards the group of ginger-haired men dressed as women. "Seems tonight is the night to call in markers."

"Good gods they look ridiculous!" he snorted.

"So says the man with rubber nipples on his costume," she taunted. "Why superheroes?"

"When we were boys in school I shared my comic books with Lucius, he became an avid collector though he would deny it to anyone who dared ask," he explained. "After one too many firewhiskeys during our chess night we got into an argument about the superiority of superheroes that were physically or magically enhanced over those who were simply wealthy and had money behind them. It unfortunately digressed into immature wagering that led to...this."

"Well...at least you got to wear the cool Batman costume...no tights," she snickered.

"Only because Malfoy did not specify which Batman I was to dress like, I was left with a choice in the matter," he said, "This is decidedly better than shiny gray tights and blue briefs."

"Oh I don’t know about that," she said, letting her eyes travel down his lean form encased in the latex suit with enhanced musculature. His eyes narrowed as he watched the little witch boldly perusing his body, her gaze lingering on the formed codpiece.

"Why are you clad as such? Last time I read Grimm's Fairytales Red Riding Hood was a little girl, not a grown woman," he said, staring pointedly at her breasts pressing against the skimpy blouse.

"Guess I was hoping some big bad wolf would carry me off...instead I end up in the corner chatting with a big black bat," she said, tilting her head to the side. "Do overgrown bats ravish naughty witches any better than big bad wolves?"

"How much have you had to drink, Ms. Granger?" he asked, eyes narrowing further and his voice deepening.

"My name is Hermione and I don’t drink," she said, running her tongue over her ripe lower lip. "So...Batman...care to join me for a little walk? I may let you see what’s in my basket," she said huskily.

“Ms…Hermione, are you propositioning me?” he asked incredulously. He had dealt with the occasional school girl crush from his students over the years, but their adolescent daydreams were easily dashed once they figured out that he was a bastard. There was something about seeing that sad, lovelorn look in their eyes that entertained him. But Hermione Granger was something altogether different. She didn’t get silly crushes, she didn’t bat her eyes or lick her lips obscenely, no, apparently Hermione Granger didn’t flirt, she simply got to the point and told a wizard what she wanted from him. Truth be told it was a bit refreshing and more than a bit flattering.

“Perhaps.” She smirked and with a little lift of her brow she turned and walked towards the exit. He couldn’t help but stare at the swish of her short skirt as she walked, her little white basket dangling from her fingertips…and he followed. He was curious as to how she knew Malfoy Manor so well. She didn’t miss a beat as she climbed the stairs and navigated the corridors, leading him to a staircase that opened onto the battlements of the ancient house.

“What are we doing on the roof?” He asked, curious.

“I thought Batman preferred hanging out on rooftops, communing with the gargoyles and watching over Gotham?” She placed her basket on the stone floor and then smiled up at him. “Do you like adventure, Severus?”

“As much as the next wizard I suppose,” he said, watching her warily as she approached him.

“I have a very adventurous spirit, Severus, and I find very few men who share in my sense of adventure,” she said low as he moved to within an inch of him.

“Cowards,” he murmured, entranced and intrigued.

“Exactly, but you are no coward, you aren’t afraid of anything are you?” She surprised him when her fingers stroked his lips. He had been so mesmerized by the molten glow of her amber eyes that he hadn’t noticed her movement until he felt the feather light touch of her fingertips against his mouth.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he said, his lips moving against the pads of her fingers. “Why did you bring me up here, Hermione?”

“For adventure,” she said softly, closing the inch that was between them until she was pressed tight against the front of him. “For this.” She clasped the back of his neck and pulled his head down, capturing his lips with hers in a soft, heady kiss. He stiffened for a moment in surprise and then relaxed as curiosity and increasing arousal took over. She kissed him with an almost disconcerting gentleness for a man who had experienced very little tenderness in his life. It made his stomach somersault in an unsettling way when the tip of her tongue teased the sensitive skin and pressed for entrance. Once granted she embarked on a slow, thorough exploration of his mouth, tickling his tongue and tracing the line of his teeth. She made love to his mouth with passion and skill that left him unable to do anything but hold on to her and enjoy the novel experience of having a woman desire him.

When she pulled away from the kiss he found himself following her, trying to regain the connection of her lips on his. Then he looked at her, caught the hazy look in her eyes, her swollen, wet lips and heard the soft panting of her breaths and he wanted her. He wanted inside her and he wanted it sooner than later. She licked her lips, her eyelids lowered as she let them travel down his torso clad in the rubber bat suit.

“Can you open this? It’s too cool outside to get completely naked,” she reached for the buckle on the utility belt, pleased to find that it opened easily and revealed a row of snaps that held the placket in place. “Oooo…and I didn’t even need to use my wand to reveal the magic,” she said, popping the snaps slowly one by one until the placket over his crotch fell away. “Oh…well, that’s a surprise.”

Severus looked down to see his erection protruding from the now opened placket, effectively tenting a bright orange pair of knit boxers. His brightly colored underwear and unusually patterned socks were his secret. A little joke that only he was in on.

“What’s beneath your costume?” His already rough baritone went impossibly deeper and hoarse with his arousal. She was still staring at the bright orange tent against the solid black costume, her bottom lip between her teeth as she stepped back. She didn’t hesitate to lift her skirt and reveal the bright red satin panties riding low on her hips. She didn’t give him long to admire the view before tucking her fingers into the waist and sliding them quickly down her thighs and stepping out of them.

“Nothing now,” she smirked, tossing them behind her and over the parapet.

“Malfoy is going to wonder why there are red knickers in his azaleas,” Severus said, one eyebrow arched high as he watched her hop up onto the ledge of the parapet wall. “Aren’t you afraid of falling?”

“No, you won’t let me fall,” she said softly. She reached for his cape and pulled him towards her, parting her thighs for him to fit between them.

“You sound certain of that,” he said, swallowing hard when he felt her thighs around his hips.

“I am certain of that,” she said, tugging on the bright orange knit of his boxers until his cock slipped through the front slit and twitched in the cool autumn air. “Besides, if you let me fall then you wont get to fuck me….and I am very certain that you want to do that…badly.”

Thank goodness her fingers were warm when they wrapped around his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned as her soft, silky fingers stroked his erection. She gripped him firmly, stroking with slow, even pulls of her fist along his length, her grip tightening just a little at the tip. Thick, creamy drops of seminal fluid dripped into her hand, lubricating her stroke, intensifying the sensation.

She reached up with her free hand and plucked the buttons on the frilly blouse free, pulling the sides apart and revealing the lacy demi-cups barely concealing her nipples. He stared at the inviting mounds of creamy flesh and the deep, welcoming furrow of her cleavage and couldn’t resist bending over to run his tongue between them. She tugged the cups down and her nipples popped free. Almost immediately his mouth closed over one while his fingers began to pluck at the other.

They seemed to ignite in that moment. Suddenly her hand tightened at the base of his cock and her legs came around him, pulling him forward as she jerked her skirt out of the way and lined him up with his opening.

“Please tell me you’re safe,” she whimpered, rubbing his sensitive head between her slick folds.

“Ugh…yessss,” he hissed, against her breast, his hands sliding down to grip her backside tight. “You?”

“I’m good.” She groaned when he pressed forward, his tip spreading the tight tissue as he slid fully inside her. “VERY GOOD!” She laced her fingers behind his neck and leaned back, digging her heels into his backside as he began to fuck her with slow, sure strokes.

She was tight, hot; wet and she smelled so damned sweet it was taking all of his concentration to hold back. It had been a long time since he had had a woman beneath him and never one as sweet and clean as Hermione. Sliding his cock in and out of her was like heaven. Watching her was like witnessing the creation of a masterpiece. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips quivering with every ragged breath and sweet little whimper. Her breasts bounced and shimmied with every thrust. He forgot that they were standing on top of Malfoy’s roof, forgot that she was perched precariously on the parapet wall four stories off of the ground while he plowed the damp furrow between her legs. He couldn’t think about anything other than the undulating woman beneath him and the scalding grip of her pussy.

“Right there….right there…” she whimpered. “Don’t stop…just….UGH!” Her entire body convulsed. Her legs tightened around him, her back bowed and she began to shake. The sleek walls of her vagina pulsed and rippled around him as she cried out her pleasure. He fucked her harder, pumping his cock through the rippling flesh until he could join her, gritting his teeth and growling as he spent his seed deep within her eager young body.

His legs felt the rubber encasing them and they buckled, almost bringing him to his knees. It was only her grip on him that held him upright. She was wrapped around him tight, arms and legs, her lips spreading little kisses along his slightly stubbled jaw.

“I’m dizzy,” he panted, blinking rapidly to stop the world from spinning.

“Just breathe…I always knew you would be good,” she sighed, holding on to him tight as he pulled his cape around her to keep them warm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, brow furrowing.

“Not important….so….what are you doing after the party?”

~ @ ~

“Where did you disappear to?” Lucius asked as Severus came to stand beside him.

“I was conversing with a former student,” Severus smirked. Lucius looked over at him and sniffed, her silver brows furrowed.

“You smell like…flowers,” he said. “Were you with a woman?”

“Batman was always getting the girl, unlike Thor,” Severus said.

“No, Bruce Wayne always got the girl because he was rich and suave, the Bat never got laid,” Lucius leaned in and peered closely. “Are those bite marks in your costume?”

Severus said nothing, his eyes caught Hermione as she re-entered the ballroom and followed her. They were going to be meeting after the festivities were over to explore things in a more thorough, slow manner. He could feel his cock responding when she passed in front of them on her way to her friends.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, smiling at Lucius. “Hello, Severus,” she said, winking as she passed.

“You didn’t…” Luicus chuckled sadistically.

“Mind your business, Lucius,” Severus said.

“You DID!” Lucius smirked and reached into the leather pouch attacked to the belt that held his hammer. “You fucked the golden girl,” he said shaking his head as he slapped a black onyx chess piece into Severus’s hand. “Kings to you, my friend, you earned it.”

Who should get the King next?

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Okay…wrote this after I drank a lot of alcohol laced hot chocolate…just a little fun for Halloween! If you’re interested in knowing what I’m working on currently, when a new story will be up, or even helping to inspire please visit my blog…I update often =)

http://rhonda-adaydreamerslife.blogspot.com/

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