CHAPTER 15
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 15 ~ A Trip is in Order
The next morning, Hermione awoke stretching luxuriously, aware of a luscious ache. She sat up and looked at the Wicked Wheezer still lying between her legs. She picked it up and looked at it. It was no worse for wear.
“Now, you were a good investment,” she said to the bobbing dildo, then opened the drawer and returned it to the bag, pushing it to the back of the nightstand and closing the drawer.
She stretched and slid out of the bed, going directly to the shower.
Hermione had never had the opportunity to experience sex that strongly before. True, she had a couple of lovers who brought her to orgasm, but the witch could never bring herself to tell them what she really wanted, afraid that her partner would think something was wrong with her. The Wheezer had brought her closer to her deepest, darkest desire. As good as the toy had been strength-wise, there was the missing element of a strong male body, and rhythmic differences in stroke. A wizard could move his body and his cock at different angles, faster, slower, locate the sweet spot and do a number of wonderful things to a witch’s body. The Wheezer, though good could only drive…it couldn’t feel her reactions and adjust itself to be even better. An attentive lover could do that.
Physically she was sated, but there was still something missing. But then again, she’d take what she could get.
After dressing, she walked into the kitchen to find Eli had made her an ample breakfast, featuring several very thin slices of the Professor’s treasured ham.
“Good morning, Miss. Did you sleeps well?” the elf asked her.
There was a knowing look in the little creature’s eyes that made Hermione suspect Eli knew exactly what she had been up to last night. If Eli did know, he made no mention about it as he placed utensils next to her plate.
“Yes I did, Eli,” Hermione responded, picking up a slice of the succulent Iberico ham and poking it into her mouth. Gods, it was good. She chewed blissfully, then bit into a slice of toast covered with butter and jam, thinking about the day ahead.
Eli noticed she was all cleaned up. That was good. The Miss was starting to stink and he didn’t know how to tell her without giving offense. Not that it bothered him too much…house elves kind of liked pungent odors…but he knew his Master wouldn’t appreciate her scent.
“The Miss takes a shower,” he commented, smiling.
Hermione nodded.
“I was overdue. Will probably be so again,” she replied, “At least until I finish the scoring. I just get so absorbed in my work, Eli. It’s like nothing else matters when I work.”
The elf nodded, not responding. He often lost track of everything when working. He could identify with the witch. But house elves didn’t sweat so body odor wasn’t an issue.
“You would have made a good house elf, Miss,” Eli said by way of compliment. Hermione smiled at the elf and finished her breakfast.
Well, she had showered well and put on plenty of deodorant. Her hair no longer smelled of jasmine, however. She had followed the Potions Master’s directive and bought unscented shampoo and conditioner. She ought to be good for a day or two.
She said goodbye to Eli and headed down to her lab, ready to immerse herself in scoring. She was making good, if slow progress. She intended to get the basic melody line down first, then the accompaniment. She wondered just how Harper magic worked. One witch or wizard was supposed to be able to play an entire symphony. It sounded impossible. But then again, it was magic. She only hoped she could find someone who possessed the gift.
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Severus stayed away from his home for another month, though his mind drifted towards Hermione quite often. He had purchased a book that went into depth about female masochism and spent his evenings reading it and sipping firewhiskey after finishing his class work.
He came to the conclusion that Hermione was the way she was because of the stress of just being who she was. All through school she was held to a higher standard, was always the one expected to be exemplary…and lived up to it. Maintaining such a standard of control in her life was stressful. She was very intelligent, and most likely found it challenging to find wizards who could deal with her. She had said she had intercourse, but not relationships. Many wizards would feel threatened by the witch on a number of levels.
When she had sex, she used it as a kind of release…a way to surrender and give up control. Apparently the more vigorous and physical it was, the better she felt. It seemed to take quite a bit of effort on the part of a wizard to make her feel better, if she had even found anyone to meet her dark needs.
Somehow, Severus doubted it. If she were a Slytherin witch, she would have no problem sharing her need for strong, dominating sex. But she was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors were supposed to be “good.” Being fucked until there was a depression in the mattress was not conducive to that image. Most likely, she had never told a soul.
He had taken to looking in on her nightly. Again, she wasn’t taking care of herself as she should, her hair a mass of tangles, circles under her eyes, fighting with Eli about eating. But she didn’t go for the Wheezer again. Still, he wanted to get it away from her.
At first, he thought about asking Eli to filch it, but he didn’t know if the elf could lie to Hermione if she asked him did he take it. He wouldn’t tell Severus ordered him to, but it could put him in a bad light with the witch if he told her the truth. Hermione would stop trusting him and it wouldn’t be fair to Eli.
Besides, taking the Wicked Wheezer wasn’t a real solution. The witch could just go buy another one.
Hmm.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
He’d pay a visit to Diagon Alley.
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The next morning, Severus had an early breakfast, did some last minute grading pocketed his security mirror and apparated to Diagon Alley. The wizard strode from the public apparition point directly to Knockturn Alley, his face set.
Wizards and witches quickly got out of his way as he strode through the dark alley, heading for Cedric’s Sex Symposium. Severus Snape was well-known here, both respected and feared. He was a wizard who hexed first and didn’t bother with questions.
Severus walked past the joy-dolled window and entered the shop. Cedric was behind the counter, counting his till when the tall, pale wizard walked in. He looked up at Severus and his jaw dropped for a moment, then snapped shut.
Gods, he’d make the perfect Master. What a cruel mouth and piercing dark eyes. That huge nose promised something huge underneath as well. Cedric wouldn’t mind taking a few licks from the Potions Master. He hunched submissively as Severus glowered down at him, hoping that the wizard recognized the sign of interest. He didn’t.
“Are you the owner of this…this establishment?” Severus asked, his dark eyes drifting over the shelves full of sexual doodads before turning back on Cedric, who was practically quivering.
“Yesssss,” he hissed at the wizard.
Severus scowled at him for a moment.
“I have a request to make of you,” the Potions Master said, noticing the man shuddering in a way that disturbed him.
“Oh gods, why couldn’t he order me to do something, like suck his cock?” Cedric thought as he looked up at the lank-haired wizard.
“What is it?” Cedric asked.
“I want you to refuse service to a patron,” the Potions Master said.
Cedric immediately stopped quivering. This was galleons the wizard was talking about. Lost galleons.
“I can’t do that. This is my livelihood,” the proprietor said, meeting Severus’ eyes steadily. It wasn’t surprising. Cedric’s shop was in Knockturn Alley after all…the wizard couldn’t be too much of a pushover, or he’d be constantly robbed. As it was, no one other than customers entered his premises. There had to be a reason.
“I will make it worth your while,” Severus replied, taking out a large sack of galleons and setting it on the counter, the coins clinking loudly. Cedric’s eyes glittered and he rubbed his knuckles very hard as he looked at the sack. Then he looked up at Severus.
“Who is it?” he asked, his eyes shifting back to the bag on his counter.
“Her name is Hermione Granger. She is about five foot three, chestnut haired with amber eyes. She was in here about two months ago and purchased a Wicked Wheezer,” the Potions Master said.
Cedric looked thoughtful, then smiled, showing his gapped brown teeth.
“Ah, yes. She wore a hood and wouldn’t show her face the entire time she was in here. Very nervous, that one. It was the only time she was in here. Sure, I can deny her service,” the shopkeeper said.
Cedric didn’t believe Hermione would be back anyway or if she did come, it would be intermittently. He’d be better off taking the galleons from the wizard. The witch would never spend that much after all.
“Good. Sell her nothing,” Severus said, his black eyes glinting as he slid the bag over to Cedric, whose hand darted out like a snake, snatching the bag from the counter and pulling it protectively into his body. He cupped the bag of money with his other hand and caressed it lovingly.
“Yours is the only sex shop in the area,” Severus said to him darkly, “So if the witch turns up with any new toys I will assume she purchased them here. In that case, since you have accepted my money I will be forced to take action against you. Very physical action.”
Cedric cringed and began to tremble again at the thought of the wizard beating and manhandling him. It was almost too much to hope he might fuck him too. The pervert’s eyes went half-lidded at the thought.
“I won’t sell her anything, but if you think me amiss…by all means come seek me out. You’ll find I can take it like a man,” the shopkeeper said breathlessly.
Severus felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he saw the desire in the bent wizard’s eyes. He had to get out of here.
“You’ve been warned,” he growled, turning and leaving the shop with a billow of robes.
“I know. I know I’ve been warned. Gods, threaten me again,” Cedric breathed after the wizard, stroking the bag harder and harder until his eyes rolled up in his head. His hips thrust forward a few times, then he relaxed, shuddering slightly.
“I love when that happens,” he said with a sigh, his trousers full of hot come.
It had been quite a profitable and exemplary morning for the twisted shopkeeper.
Cedric gave a final shudder as he thought about Severus.
What a Master that wizard would make.
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As Severus strode through Knockturn Alley, he surreptiously pulled out the security mirror.
“Focus: Hermione Granger,” he said in a low voice.
Hermione appeared, hard at work in her lab, plunking keys on the little piano and making notations. She looked awful, which meant she wouldn’t be coming upstairs. The wizard closed the connection and repocketed the mirror. When he arrived at the public apparition point, he cast a silencing spell on himself and disapparated to his home.
He had a Wheezer to get rid of.
He appeared in the living room silently, startling Eli who was dusting needlessly.
“Master! Is good to see you! Can I fix you something?” the delighted elf asked the wizard.
Severus scowled at him, and Eli’s ears instantly flattened against his head.
“You will not tell Miss Granger I have been here,” Severus directed the elf, who shook his head.
“No sir. Not a word. Eli keeps his Master’s secrets,” the elf replied nervously.
“Good,” Severus said, then he strode down the hallway to Hermione’s bedroom, opened the door and walked directly over to her nightstand. He opened it and removed the package containing the Wicked Wheezer, reduced it and stuck it in his pocket. He exited the bedroom.
“Now what will you do, witch?” the Potions Master breathed with a nasty smirk, replacing the silencing spell then disapparating.
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A/N: Man, Severus is something else…and so is Cedric. Lololol. :::shudders::: Oh well. Now Hermione’s toy is gone. What will happen when she discovers it missing? Only time will tell. Please review.