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November 7th, 2005
Severus sits in the corner booth at a small Muggle diner, hands wrapped snugly around a steaming mug of coffee. The coffee is black, the shade a sight better than the mucked brown of the clay encasing it. He breathes in the rich aroma, savoring the feeling it brings him.
Unfortunately, he can only savor for so long before the memory of her drifts back into his mind. Though, she happens to be the reason he’s sitting on uncomfortable, cracked, bright red leather now. He takes a sip, peeking discreetly at her over his mug. From where he’s seated he can see only the mess of curls on the back of her head, which are now bobbing up and down as she nods, faking interest in whatever the man in front of her is saying.
Severus had seen him walk in, had seen the too tight tailoring of his suit and cringed at the way the fabric at his shoulder bunched up when he shook her hand. His hair was buzzed, a mustache with no beard to match, and for the life of him Severus could not see what would attract Hermione to the man. He doesn’t dwell on it; Hermione will be coming home with him tonight, anyways.
“Fancy a Bakewell tart?” The young waitress asks as she tops off his coffee, a forced smile not quite meeting her tired eyes. Severus feels for the woman, as he is growing quite tired himself. He looks back at Hermione, who has just finished looking at Severus, turning her head back to her date quickly.
“Not tonight, dear.” He notices Hermione's hand tapping impatiently on the cheap laminate table and senses the date will be over shortly. The waitress nods, moving along.
Hermione suddenly stands, her date following suit and attempting to grab her hand. She smacks it away, cursing something at him. Severus straightens in his seat, grabbing his wand. Her date curses something back and Hermione scoffs in response, aggressively waving her hand towards the door. The man looks like he’s going to say something more, moving the slightest bit towards her. The waitress quickly comes over with a stern look on her face and he backs off, storming out instead. Hermione flinches at the slammed door, and Severus catches a glimpse of her reddened cheeks as she turns towards him. The waitress softly places her hand on her shoulder but Hermione politely shrugs her off, forcing a smile and heading Severus’s way.
“Hi,” she sighs, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as she slumps down across from him. “Good evening.”
“It’s hardly evening anymore,” he replies evenly, placing a tenner on the table.
“Clever as always, Severus.” Hermione rolls her eyes, her chest heaving with the words. He shrugs absentmindedly, unwilling to indulge in much banter tonight. His skin is itching with the desire to get her out of the dim diner and into his bed. The place had emptied out after the man’s scene, leaving the two in an unsettling silence. There was a few lingering sounds, the hum of a refrigerator, scraping of the grill being cleaned. A small fruit fly buzzing near his ear makes him concede, the silence nauseating him.
“He seemed like a well mannered gentleman. Do you think you’ll go out again?”
Hermione ignores him, resting her face on her palm and staring down at the table vacantly. He feels her shoe lightly graze his, slide up his ankle a bit, and retreat.
The waitress comes over with a receipt, and Severus hands her the cash, telling her to keep the change.
“Thank you, love.” She smiles, giving him a small wink as she goes off. Severus didn’t think anything but Hermione scoffs quietly.
“Are you ready, then?” he asks her flatly.
“Seems like you’re ready to go with her , don’t let me stop you.”
“Sure, and you can go catch up with your date .” He snorts, grabbing her chin and gently turning her to look at him. She has a stubborn, angry look in her eyes, and it makes his lips twitch to a smirk thinking of how he’ll wipe it off later. “But you’ll be coming home with me. Again.”
Her brow softens, expression falling. “Don’t rub it in, Severus.”
He hums, running his thumb along her jaw, over her lips, tugging on the bottom one softly. She gives into the touch, a small tear rolling down her cheek. He wipes it away, replacing the moisture with a kiss.
“Come along, then.” He stands, grabbing her hand. “I’m tired of waiting.”
——
August 10th, 2005
The first night they’d fucked, it was sweet enough to rot his teeth. It was sinful, too, as every night they’d spent together since seemed damned to be.
It was at Potter and Ginevra’s wedding night, his first notable public outing since his recovery. A beautiful night, the sky draping a blanket of twinkling stars over the Hogwarts courtyard. He’d arrived late into the reception, coming only with the intentions of a quick congratulations and small gift, and he almost didn’t notice her at all. When he did, he saw her sitting alone in a tent, sipping the last remains of her wine. Her hair caught his eye first, her gown next. She was adorned in a swath of navy velvet, a stark contrast to her pale skin. He found himself drifting towards her, but when she turned to him and her eyes met his, any words he had to say died on his tongue.
“Hello.” She smiled politely. “Enjoying the party?”
He snorted, sitting down. “Hardly.”
“You could always leave.”
“This is true.”
She crossed her legs, downing the rest of her gobet and setting it on the table. The dress was strapless, leaving her shoulders and arms fully exposed. He caught a glimpse of an angry red scar on her arm and squinted, trying discreetly to get a better view. Hermione caught him looking and crossed her arms quickly.
“It’s a gift from your friend, since you’re clearly wondering,” She said angrily, averting her eyes.
“You’ll have to be more specific. Many of my old friends were torturous maniacs.”
She huffed in an amused way. “Yeah? What does that say about you ?”
“Clever as always, Miss Granger.”
“I am quite clever, aren't I?”
His stomach turned in an odd way. Time seemed to have soured the sweet girl like grapes sitting in a barrel, and it intrigued him too much to walk away. “If you’re so clever, why are you on your own tonight?”
Hermione blanched. “I didn’t arrive alone, but my fiancé had one too many drinks and seems to have mistaken Lavender Brown for me. We look just alike, don’t we? I mean, you’d think he’d be able to distinguish the difference, considering they had a small stint while we were in school, but that didn’t stop him from publically snogging and running off with her.” Severus raised an eyebrow as she sniffled, her cheeks turning red. “I’m sorry. It seems I’ve had a bit too much myself,” Granger said, indicating her empty goblet.
“Well,” he started. “I now regret arriving so late and missing the show.”
She met his eyes again, a small smile playing across her lips. “You didn’t miss much, really. I’m not one for public displays of any kind. I escaped over here, had a few drinks, and then my old professor turned up and started ogling my scars.”
“I apologize, sincerely.”
She shrugged him off, smiling a bit wider. “Worse things have happened tonight.”
Severus didn’t know whether it was the stars, her dress, the heady scent of alcohol around them, or just the plain old urge to get laid, but he’d taken her hand in his and craned his head close to her ear.
“Let me make it up to you,” he whispered, dying to know just how much time had twisted her.
Hermione was silent, but did not move away. If anything, she’d leaned into the touch.
“Yeah?” she eventually responded shakily.
“I’ll help you forget all about him, Hermione.”
That was all she’d needed to hear to fall into his bed.
They’d made love fast and hard the first time that night, both so nervous and clearly in need. He’d barely lasted a few minutes, but he was set on keeping his promise. So, when they’d caught their breath, he’d gone again, slower .
He kissed along her thighs, down to her ankles, up to her breasts, then her ear, biting softly along his way. She’d keened when he kissed her neck, so he spent the most time there, marking her till he’d had his fill. Hermione let him, bucking and whining underneath him, quiet pleas escaping her.
He’d praised her endlessly, worshiped her, and she’d done the same. Both completely lost in the moment, any inhibitions about the other they may have had shelved for later. Severus felt as if he were dreaming when he remembered, as he’d never had such an experience with a woman before. She’d made love to him so dearly that night, so, so sweetly. Her small limbs straddling his, her body on his as she rode him, on display like a goddess he’d never heard of, but was content to lose himself in devotion to her.
He couldn’t help but make her buckle for him a third time, this time with his mouth. When she had finished, Severus did something he’d only done with one or two women before; held her in his arms, their naked bodies pressed tightly together. After they’d caught their breath, she had looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck just happened?” and broke into laughter. Severus couldn’t help but laugh too, at the absolute absurdity of the situation. The two dissolved into a fit of giggles and conversation.
“I don’t understand,” Granger had said, and he’d listened. “I’m intelligent, entertaining, and maybe I’m not the most beautiful witch alive but I’m certainly not homely.”
“Weasley has always been the worst type of man. Don’t take it personally, Hermione. He knows you deserve better, you make him feel insecure, so he stoops to infidelity in order to create a false sense of security for himself.”
“I guess,” she sighed. “Have you ever cheated?”
“No.”
“Have you bedded a woman in a relationship before?”
His lip curled. “Many times. I seem to attract such types, though they never stay for long. I am… good enough to fuck, I suppose, but not….”
He trailed off, his last words hanging awkwardly between them until Hermione finally responded, quietly. “Don’t say that.”
He hummed, regretting saying anything at all. She snuggled down into his arms further, asking if she could stay the night. He obliged, and stroked her back softly until she fell asleep. He couldn’t do the same though, too lost in thought for sleep to come.
The girl seemed to have stolen his heart entirely in a matter of moments. He knew he was bonkers to feel that way, but could feel himself growing possessive over her already, brainstorming ways to court her after she left Ron, as he was sure she would do. He looked at her sleeping figure, stroking her face gently.
The last thing Severus thought would happen was love this late in his life. Of course, he didn’t love her just yet, but he knew he wanted to. The feeling deeply unsettled him, but thinking of her lying as she was with another man stirred him even worse. She was young, — too young ,—and his former student for Merlin's sake, but despite that, he knew he had to have her.
Eventually, he fell asleep beside her, lulled into sweet dreams of the girl in his arms.
Despite Ron’s sins, Hermione was still an engaged woman. Only after Severus made her fall apart twice for him the next morning, moaning his name as she came, had she decided to make that clear.
“I mean-” she sighed, avoiding eye contact as she shimmied her dress back on. “This was ridiculous, anyways.”
Rage flowed through him at the thought of her returning to Ron. Ron, who had just publicly humiliated her. Not only that, but he felt like an utter fool for believing the girl was sweet at all. No , she was rotten, just as he’d suspected, and it bloody pissed him off. “You didn’t seem to feel that way while you screamed my name mere minutes ago, Hermione.”
Her face flushed red. “Yeah? Just how many former students have you slept with? Or am I your first?”
He snorted. “Really?”
“Yes, really. One could call you a pervert.”
“Yes, well, you loved this perverts cock many, many times in the last, what- twelve hours? What does that say about you , clever girl?”
She shrieked, stalking out of the room and slamming the door behind her. Severus had barely a moment to seethe in his rage when she threw the door open again, shouting, “ Don’t speak to me again. I’m engaged. ”
Severus gazed at her, her chest heaving in anger, cheeks flushed maroon, and willed his anger to turn into hatred. It didn’t work, but he’d spent enough of his life being cruel, and his next words came easy and icily.
“I haven’t spoken to you in years, Hermione. What makes you think I would start now?”
Hurt flashed across her face. He enjoyed it. “Well, then. Goodbye.”
She stalked out of the room again, this time leaving the door open. He wondered briefly if she meant for him to follow her, but pushed the thought away, this time slamming his own door behind her.
—-
November 7th, 2005
The neon blue and red lights of the diner fade away as they walk towards his flat, Severus only speaking once they’d faded from sight entirely.
“Why so late?” He asks
“What do you mean?”
“Why are your dates so late? Why not come to mine at ten and leave by twelve?”
Hermione snorts a laugh. “I was not on a date with you, Severus.”
He smirks. Sometimes in moments like these with their light banter, he almost thinks it’s not too late for them. That maybe they could become something more than this, if he were a little nicer, if she were more open-minded. “You may as well have been.”
Hermione shakes her head almost imperceptibly. Severus rolls his eyes.
—-
August 17th, 2005
She hadn’t left Ron after the first night. She had, however, crawled back into Severus’s bed. He loathed himself for not turning her away.
The first night she returned was hardly a week later. It was storming, and Severus was unsure if he’d heard a knock or a loud roll of thunder. The last thing he’d expected, or wanted, was for Hermione to be waiting on his doorstep.
“Hello,” she’d said, heavy swells of rain rolling off of her skin and soaking through her clothes. She was dressed casually, in a soft pink t-shirt and jeans, no jacket, leaving him to wonder where she’d come from this time of night and why it had led her here.
“What?” he said, feigning boredom. His heart was racing.
“I’m sorry I called you a pervert,” she shouted over the pummel of the rain.
Severus gave her a skeptical look, ready to slam the door in her face, but the rain had made her shirt cling to her skin in a disgustingly distracting way. She had no brassiere on and her nipples were starting to pebble under the fabric, stiffening him quickly under his trousers.
“You’re forgiven,” he said instead, letting his gaze linger on her breasts. If she were to stay, he wanted there to be no confusion on what he desired. He would not fool himself with delusions that the girl could be his, but he could enjoy her.
“Well.” She cocked her head and crossed her arms, the action pushing her tits up. “Can I come in?”
“Why?”
She sighed frustratedly. “Because it’s raining?”
He smirked, staying silent and meeting her eyes. A few moments into their little staring contest, she flushed red and conceded.
“Are you really going to make me ask for it, Severus?” Granger whined. Her desperation satisfied him greatly.
“Come in then, stupid girl.”
There was nothing sweet about their sex that night.
He bolted the door behind them, grabbing her waist tightly and leading them to the bedroom. He couldn’t help but bite her neck harshly when they arrived, reveling in the gasp it elicited from Hermione. His length throbbed knowing he was the one making her feel this way, that his home is the one she had run to tonight.
“Take your clothes off,” Severus ordered, starting on his own while he took her in.
The clothes peeled off of her slowly, hitting the ground with heavy thwacks. She seemed nervous under his gaze, eyes trained on the floor as she went until they nervously darted up to check on him. Severus was in just his trousers, stripping his belt off swiftly and tossing it to the ground.
“Come here,” he growled. Hermione looked like she wanted to argue the command but surrendered, coming to stand just underneath his chin. Her silence surprised him, She peered up at him and he smirked, caressing her cheek. “Kneel, Hermione.”
She nodded, falling to the floor and pawing at his boxers, yanking them off in one fell swoop. She took his cock in her hand, giving a few tentative strokes before licking the tip softly. He groaned at the touch, sliding his fingers through her rain soaked hair. She started to suck, looking up at him through her lashes, her tongue flat against his cock in an intoxicating way. Hermione moved quickly, pushing past the occasional gags, twisting her hand along his base as she went. When she swirled her tongue around him, he choked, tightening his grip on her hair.
“Fucking hell! Good girl.” The words left him without thought but she didn’t seem to mind, a moan escaping around his cock. She blushed, breaking eye contact and pulling off of him.
“Like that, do you?” he drawled, crouching to her level, inches from her face.
“Yes,” She gasped quietly, an inner turmoil she was desperately trying to hide written all over her face.
“Why are you here, Hermione?”
She shook her head and pulled away from him, moving to lie on his bed. She propped her torso on his pillows and let her legs fall open wide, looking at him with a gleam in her eye. He followed her over, confused.
“You wanted me to ask, remember? So… will you fuck me already?”
That he did. Fast, and hard, until she was face down with her arse slapping loudly against him, screaming his name the way he loved. When she’d cum for the first time, he slid a hand around her neck, pulling her close to hear his words.
“You never answered me,” hHe grunted, continuing his harsh thrusts. “What brought you to my doorstep, begging to be fucked?” She tightened around him at the words, letting out a choked gasp. Severus slid his hand to her clit, softly stroking the bundle of nerves and hummed. “Tell me, Hermione, or I’ll leave you right here on the edge.”
“I don’t want him,” she panted between heavy breaths, “he’s a loser, he’s never made me finish and, fuck- I’m going to leave him.”
Severus took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently, sucking at the skin, rubbing rough circles on her clit until she started to clench tighter around him.
“Good fucking girl,” he growled, sending her shouting his name over and over as she came around him, legs trembling.
Hermione had snuck out before he woke up the next morning.
He tried to convince himself he didn’t care as he made his coffee, tried to tell himself to be happy with the good fuck he’d had and leave it at that. Still, as he poured his coffee his traitorous eyes darted around the kitchen for any possible note she might have left.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, dragging a hand across his face. “Accio Hermione’s note.”
Nothing.
He rolled his eyes-at himself or her, he didn’t know. The next time she came knocking at his door, he would not answer.
——-
November 7th, 2005
When the two arrived home from the diner, he holds the door open for her as she passes through.
“That's a first,.” she jokes, sliding off her boots.
“Don't get used to it,” he teases back, placing his boots next to hers.
Hermione walks down the hall to his room on her own, the journey being one she’d become very familiar with. Severus follows slowly after warding the door behind them. When he makes it to his bedroom, he finds Hermione already halfway naked, her clothes tossed askew on the floor. The sight makes his heart ache and cock half hard all at once. She throws him a glance over her shoulder.
“How do you want me?” she asks, no pleasantries in sight.
“Naked and on the bed, obviously,” he sighs, unbuckling his belt.
——
September 14th, 2005
To Severus’s disappointment, it was him who eventually sought her out after that damned stormy night.
Images of Hermione had haunted Severus in the following weeks, despite his best efforts to shut them out. He was stuck sorting through pre-conceived notions he’d picked up from her during her school years, her sweet mannerisms the night of the wedding, and the sudden switch she’d made on him after. The girl was an anomaly to him, and he felt like he was going mad attempting to sort out what was reality and what was an illusion.
He blamed himself more than her for his confusion. He was at first attracted to her bitter demeanor describing Ron, seeing in himself in her hard tones. It’d made him want to smooth her out, bring her softness back to the surface, and in a way, he had succeeded. It hadn’t lasted long before the witch became caustic once again, words laced with venom. He couldn’t sort within himself why it was so attractive the first time, but so loathsome the after. Loathsome and… still sexy.
Severus Snape was not a kind man. Nor loving, pining, or anything of that sort. She’d made him forget that for a night, just to slap him in the face with it the next morning… and he liked it. Liked the challenge, the lack of control he had over the woman. He resented her for it, yes, but it just made him want to pin her down and shag her brains out all the more.
He’d seen the news in The Daily Prophet a fortnight later. Severus didn’t make a habit of reading the trash, but it was plastered on the front page of a copy he’d seen in passing.
Weasley and Granger Call it Quits!!
“Give me that,” he’d grunted to a teenaged wizard reading a copy, snatching it from his grip.
“Oi, I’m reading-”
“Shut up, you chit, I’ll hand it back in a moment.”
The child mumbled something to himself but surrendered the paper, storming off in the opposite direction. Severus did a quick scan of the street, feeling like a teenager not wanting to get caught by his crush. No one of notability was around, so he took a seat on a nearby bench and cast a Notice-Me-Not, reading as quickly as possible.
Weasley and Granger Call it Quits!!
Ronald Weasley, Chudley Cannons’ newest keeper, has dropped the mousey, bookish Granger for the ravishing, charming Lavender Brown! Brown and Weasley were seen snogging after the Cannons’ win Saturday night. When asked for a comment, Weasley stated, “Onto bigger and better things, that’s all. No more distractions! I always fancied Lavender in school, and honestly, she's the love of my life.” Weasley and his new lover shared a warm smile after his words. As for Granger, she was recently spotted sniffling in the halls of the Ministry. We don't blame her! After all, who else will come close to the star studded Weasley?
Severus huffed loudly, incinerating the paper in his hands. She should’ve left him weeks ago, but he felt no satisfaction for himself. He knew what it felt like to be slandered in the papers and felt for the witch. So, he resolved to owl her, having now learned she worked at the Ministry.
—--
November 7th, 2005
“Severus,” Hermione whispers breathily as he leaves harsh bites on her neck. “Can we take it slower?” His heart plunged to his stomach. She’s never asked him to do so before.
“Are you alright?” he asks, pulling away from her, searching her face. She looks at him with a sweetness he hasn’t seen in months, and it makes his bones ache with the need to hold her, make love to her.
“Yes, yes, I just-” Her expression falls in an odd, sad way and she slides her hands along his biceps, squeezing once softly. “-I dunno, I just want to… feel you.”
His stomach tightens. She has to know what shes asking of him, has to know how much it hurts to have an imitation of what he truly desires from her. Still, he kisses her, softly and full of passion.
—-
September 28th, 2005
Weeks had passed since Severus owled Hermione about the Prophet’s article, and he had heard nothing in response. He’d gone back and forth with himself on what to do, and had just resolved to leave her alone henceforth when she knocked at his door. Again.
“Hermione.”
“Severus.” She smiled shyly.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked, not thinking twice about the words. He regretted that, later.
“I don’t have to beg you this time?” she joked as she walked inside.
He shook his head, closing the door behind them. “I think you’ve been through enough this past month.”
“Yes, well. Rita Skeeter has a particular hatred for me. I expected nothing less from her.” She stood awkwardly in the hall.
“I’d offer you tea, but I’m afraid I prefer coffee.”
“We could… go to your bedroom, instead?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes.
“Eager, are you?” he sneered, reveling in the blush the words elicited from her. “Go on, then. I’ll follow.”
As he watched her run off to his room, his heart sank the slightest bit at how quickly she made her intentions clear. He knew he shouldn’t be upset, considering he’d done the same to her, but was disappointed nonetheless.
When he arrived behind her, she sat with her feet dangling off the edge of his bed, gazing at the floor.
“Hermione.” he said gently, sitting beside her. “Are you alright?”
“It’s just… I left him . Not the other way around.”
“Really?” Severus lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “I didn’t think you ever would.”
“Do you think so little of me?” The words were light, but he sensed truth beneath them.
“I think very much of you, Hermione. More often than I’d like.” He pushed a stray curl behind her ear, cradling her face close to his. He kissed her once, gently before continuing. “I’d like to see more of you.”
Hermione gave him an unreadable expression, worrying her lip. “Severus… you’re not asking-?”
“I am.” he interrupted. The two fell into silence for a long moment until she replied.
“I can’t.” she whispered. He released her, standing.
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I suppose… I won’t.”
He chuckled resentfully. “Yet you came here, crawling into my bed, again.”
She sighed heavily, pursing her lips. “If you want me to leave, I will.”
“No. Undress.”
After they’d had angry, silent sex, they lied together at a few inches distance in his bed, catching their breath. Despite himself, Severus couldn’t help but approach the topic once more.
“Hermione, what’s the use in not giving me a chance when you clearly desire me? We both know you’ll come back here, anyways.” The words left him pathetically and he hated himself for it.
She exhaled heavily, rolling over on her side to face him. He hated how beautiful she looked laying on his pillow, eyes heavy from post coital bliss. “Maybe I won't. I have a date next week.”
His heart twisted, threatening to tear out of his chest. But she was challenging him, he knew. “And you think this date will go well? I bet you’ll be knocking on my door within the hour.”
She huffed a laugh. “If you’re so interested, come and see for yourself.”
“See what?”
“My date. If it goes poorly, I’ll leave with you.”
Severus glared down at her. “Do you honestly think I’m so desperate to shag you?”
Hermione shrugged, pushing his covers off herself and standing, grabbing her clothes. He gazed unabashedly as she dressed, cock stiffening when she bent at the waist to pick up her jeans. Her pussy was on full display for him, his own semen dripping out of the swollen flesh. He knew, then, he would follow her to this ‘date’, and remind her who she truly desired.
“Fine.” he bit out. “When, and where?”
——
October 18th, 2005
They fell into a tortuous yet addictive routine, with Severus lurking in the corner of that damned Muggle diner while pitiful young men tried to chat Hermione up. The end result was always the same; Hermione left with him every time. The sex was always the same, as well. Always heated, always rushed, always hateful. He knew they were both chasing the high of their very first night together, a blissful ecstasy they had that they would never feel again. Still, the sex was good, and their connection was too excruciatingly fascinating for him to walk away from it.
Tonight, Hermione had fallen asleep in his bed, something she’d only done twice. He agonized over his feelings for the twisted witch as she lay sleeping next to him, looking strangely innocent. Innocent she was not, he knew very well by now. Why else would she torment him in such a way? She knew he was powerless to go, and she enjoyed it. Enjoyed the control she had over him, the attention, the sex.
Tonight, he came to a brand new realization. Hermione’s dates were not unattractive. Some of them seemed to go very well, Severus sometimes waiting hours for her to finish. Yet, Hermione never saw a man twice. She never left with them, and seemingly hadn’t fucked anyone else.
She didn’t want Severus, didn’t love him, but needed him.
She needed him.
From that night on, Severus knew the game was as much his as it was hers.
—
November 7th, 2005
Slow.
Severus obliges her request, trailing wet kisses down her sternum to her heat. Hermione looks down at him from her position on the pillow, and he meets her eyes as he blows softly on her pussy. Her mouth falls open the smallest bit, and she jumps when he trails two fingers through her wetness, stopping to tug on her clit.
“Would you like me to go down on you, Hermione?” he asks. He wasn’t sure why he asked, or why he’d agreed to go slow in the first place. The two didn’t speak very much during sex lately, their affairs usually fueled by hate, each silently taking what they wanted.
“Yes, please.” she breathed, biting her lip.
He slides his fingers to her entrance, lightly probing as he places a soft kiss on her clit. He starts to fuck her with his digits, grazing his tongue up and down her bundle of nerves, taking his time. The witch quickly turned into a mess of breathy whimpers and moans, starting to squirm around him. Severus used his free hand to press gently on her stomach, purring, “Relax, Hermione. I’m not going anywhere.”
She squeezes around him at the words, a particularly loud whimper escaping her. He dutifully resumes his task, suckling and gently biting her clit until she cums around him, Severus finger fucking her through the bliss. He takes one last taste of her and crawls up her body, propping his elbows around her, pinning her underneath him.
“Put it in.” he whispers, an idea of where to take their current encounter. It’s a long-shot, possibly, but if her earlier actions said anything, she’d enjoy it. Hermione wraps her small fist around him, guiding him inside of her.
“ Yes ,” he hisses fiercely in her ear, “You need my cock, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” she tosses her head to the side, looking away from him. Severus starts slow, hard thrusts inside of her.
“Say it,” he continues, determined to break her ego. “Admit you need me, witch.”
She chokes a gasp, tightens around him once again. He smirks to himself, picks up the pace. “That's why you keep crawling to me, hm? No matter how many men throw themselves at you, you need me .”
“Yes,-“ Hermione whispers, almost silent.
He stops his thrusts, turns her face to his. He almost finishes much too early at her bashful expression gazing helplessly up at him. “I didn’t hear you, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, Severus, I need you. Please don't stop,-” she pants in bursts, squirming against him. He resumes pounding her, wet slaps resounding around them.
“You told me to take it slow, love.” He’s never used the pet name before, but Hermione seems to like it, wrapping her arms around him and hiding her face in his neck as he drives into her. “You’re going to cum all over me, girl, I can feel it. Who else can make you feel this way?”
“No one,” she breathes against him, and cums hard, wetness streaming out of her.
Hermione shouts his name loudly as he fucks her through it, the man relentless. Severus had finally found her weak spot and he had no problem exploiting it, much enjoying how quickly Hermione had become dripping and wanton beneath him.
“That’s my good girl,.” he purrs, pulling out of her grasp and bringing his thumb to rub rough circles around her clit. Hermione twitches at the over stimulation and tries to hide her face from him again. He growls, “Oh no you don’t, look at me.”
Hermione obeys, eyes heavily lidded. Severus is getting close and fucks her harder, determined to bring her to completion one more time.
“You are mine, Hermione, whether you like it or not. You belong to me- ” he breathes raggedly, and that's all it takes for her to orgasm again. Severus follows her right over the edge, spilling every last drop inside of her.
He collapses on the sheets beside her, spent. They take a long moment to catch their breaths, assuming their usual awkward post coital distance. “Fucking hell-” she eventually says, wiping the sweat off of her forehead.
“Did you feel me, then?” he jokes, casting a cooling charm. She snorts in response. Silence falls again, and he peeks over at her, expecting to find her asleep. Instead, she gazes up at his ceiling, clearly thinking very hard about something.
“Hermione-” he started, grabbing her attention.
“Hm?”
“You are going to stay here tonight.”
“I am?” she questions, though she doesn’t seem to resist the request.
“Yes.” Severus wraps his arm about her waist and pulls her to his chest, the girl yelping at the sudden movement. “As well as tomorrow night, the night after that… and so on and so forth.”
“Oh-“ she speaks quietly, as if realizing, stiffening in his arms. “We-”
“I’m serious. You are mine, Hermione, please stop fighting it. . ” When she doesn’t respond, he adds. “I’m making the decision for you, since you are so clearly afraid of taking the risk.”
“You’re right-” she eventually concedes, melting against him. “I’m sorry, Severus.”
“I know.”