CHAPTER 16
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Chapter 16 ~ Supper with Snape
Hermione didn’t notice the Wheezer missing at all. She made great progress in notating the music of Harry’s soul, becoming more proficient as she worked, learning by sight the musical expressions of two or more planetary aspects. There was quite a bit of augmentation in Harry’s music as the soul progressed in years, probably signifying the effect of all the challenges he went through during his life as well as much discordance from beginning to end. Parts of the music reminded Hermione of a great battle. She felt it would be best to progress the score to a year or two past where Harry was stricken by the Dementor…as if it had never happened, to represent a healthy soul pattern rather than his current state of brokenness.
Hermione visited Harry several times since she became the Potions Master’s charge. She told Harry all about it, as he blankly smiled at her and held her hand. Hermione could only imagine what the wizard’s reaction would have been if he had been whole:
”Are you out of your bloody mind Hermione? That means you’d have to shag the greasy bastard. Shag him, Hermione! That’s like shagging a troll or something, but a thousand times worse! I don’t care if you are doing it for me…can’t you get out of it?”
Most likely if she did manage to restore Harry to his former state, she’d still hear it. The witch’s eyes glistened. She’d give anything to have Harry scold her, his green eyes belligerently flashing behind his glasses in righteous anger. Anything.
And she was.
The Professor hadn’t made a sexual advance toward her in over three months. Hermione was a bit surprised. She knew the dark wizard had said he would only come to her when his body required release, but she thought he might try to take just a little advantage of their situation. The witch reversed the roles in her mind and colored a bit as she realized if it were she in the dominant position, she certainly would have taken advantage of it. Dear gods, did this mean Professor Snape had better ethics than she did? A very disturbing thought to say the least.
It had been more than a month since Hermione had engaged the Wheezer, though she had a couple of randy nights. She didn’t know why she didn’t pull it out. Maybe because the idea of becoming sexually dependent on a toy bothered her. It would be easy to do. Then, when she got the real thing and it wasn’t satisfactory she would feel horrible. The witch didn’t want that to happen. She needed a real encounter. A real wizard.
Suddenly Eli winked down into the lab.
“Excuse me, Miss,” he said, his ears flattened.
Hermione looked up from her work, a bit irritated.
“What is it, Eli?” the witch asked the elf sharply.
Eli’s ears flattened.
“I comes to tell you that the Master is coming tomorrow night. He says you is to be ‘presentable all over’ and to dress for dinner,” the elf said apologetically.
Hermione dropped her pencil and stared at Eli for a moment. Presentable all over? That could only mean one thing. He meant to engage her. Since he wanted her thoroughly clean, it was highly doubtful he intended to bend her over a couch and lift her robes.
Hermione felt a pulse of warmth inside. It was a reaction to sex rather than the Professor himself. Gods, he had a huge tool. Hopefully he would be good…but the way the witch felt, any encounter with a living male would be good.
Eli smirked. He could tell the witch was excited about the Master coming for in-outie. Maybe…maybe they could become mates after all. The elf’s ears slowly shifted forward.
“I will makes a good dinner. Shrimps. Fish. Oysters. Salad. Fruit. Not too heavy though Miss. Heavy not good for in-outie,” the elf said knowledgably.
Hermione colored.
“That sounds fine, Eli,” she said quickly, turning back around to the counter and picking up the fallen pencil doing her best not to appear excited or flustered. But Eli wasn’t fooled. He could smell her slight arousal.
The elf bowed.
“As you wishes, Miss,” he said, smiling and winking out.
It took Hermione a little while to get back into the groove. The Potions Master was coming for her tomorrow night. She hoped the cold, snarky wizard would be satisfying. At least bring her to orgasm.
If he didn’t…she’d just die.
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Severus found himself sporting wood several times during the day. It was quite unsettling for the wizard. It was the first time he had ever found himself in the position of lusting after a particular witch. Normally, he became aroused at the physical sight of a female body, not the idea of it. He didn’t like feeling this way. It was so…uncontrolled. It was as if his body was taking over. Despite his discipline, the wizard couldn’t stop the erections from happening.
Good thing it was Saturday, or the wizard would have spent much of his class time behind the desk, hiding his tented robes. As it was, he was having difficulty not apparating to his home early. He had made certain plans on how to approach his possession of the witch tonight and he wanted to stick to them. He took out his security mirror and focused on Hermione.
It appeared the witch was also out of sorts. She spent much of her time pacing in her lab rather than notating, though she sat down several times and tried to work. Was it possible she was anticipating his arrival? Well if she was, she didn’t look it. Her hair was still ratty and tangled, her robes wrinkled from days of wear. Hopefully she’d clean up good before he arrived…and if she hadn’t…
The Potions Master’s lip curled nastily.
He’d throw her into the shower himself.
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When Severus arrived at his home that evening, he found Hermione seated in the living room waiting for him. She looked presentable. Her hair was washed and she wore a white blouse and blue skirt with comfortable white shoes. Not formally dressed but…presentable. Her amber eyes shifted up to his face. He thought he saw a bit of expectancy there.
“It’s good to see you bathed,” he said gruffly, his dark eyes washing over her. “My nose thanks you.”
“Delighted to see you too, Professor,” she replied sarcastically as the wizard strode past her.
Eli had set dinner up in the dining room, the large table transformed into one more suitable for two diners and covered by a Slytherin green tablecloth. A pitcher of pumpkin juice and a bottle of magically chilled wine sat waiting for consumption.
Hermione stood up and followed him as the Professor walked over to the table and sat down. She stopped near her seat, looking at him. Most wizards pulled out the chair for the witch when they were sitting down to a meal. Severus looked up at her, his eyes narrowed.
“Well, don’t just stand there, sit down,” he snarked at her.
Hermione made a noise as if swallowing back some rude comment, pulled out her chair and sat down heavily.
Eli appeared out of the kitchen carrying two steaming bowls of tomato soup, Hermione’s favorite. He sat one down in front of Hermione first, then Severus…who wrinkled up his nose.
“What’s this?” he asked the house elf.
“Tomato soup, Master. The Miss likes it,” the elf replied, trembling as Severus scowled.
“Well I don’t. Take it back, Eli,” he said. “I like soup with meat and vegetables. You know that.”
Eli nervously took the bowl from in front of his frowning Master, and without a word returned to the kitchen with it.
He stared at Hermione, who was eating her soup.
“You are exerting undue influence over my house elf,” he said to her, frowning.
“He was just trying to be nice to me,” Hermione replied a bit defensively.
“He is my elf first and foremost. He should be trying to please me, not you,” the wizard said, his black eyes resting on the witch.
“As should you,” he added.
Hermione ate another spoonful of soup and looked at him.
“Please you? I am doing what I am supposed to do,” she said to him.
“You haven’t applied yourself to a single potion,” the wizard replied, “you are supposed to apply one third of your time to either potions or spells. All you’ve been doing is musical notations.”
Actually, Severus didn’t mind Hermione’s project. It was quite fascinating…but he felt compelled to remind her of her obligation to him. He wanted to see her react…possibly blow up. He used to enjoy goading her as a student and it seemed he still did.
“The notations are very involved. I just can’t stop focusing on a project that way, Professor. I have to see it through to completion,” Hermione responded, her nose wrinkled.
Severus looked at her as Eli reappeared with a bowl of steaming chicken and vegetable soup, setting it in front of the Potions Master and bowing low. Severus ignored him and the elf returned to the kitchen. The wizard tasted the soup and nodded slightly. It was good. He looked back up at Hermione.
“Well I am going to give you a couple of brewing assignments to do for me. You can use the “Sequentius” spell. I need more free time,” he said.
“Fine,” Hermione snorted.
“And before I leave tomorrow morning I want a copy of your musical notations to take with me,” the wizard said.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.
“Why?” she asked him curiously. What could the Potions Master want with Harry’s music?
“Because I do,” he replied obliquely. “You are creating it under my watch as it were, so I am entitled to review your work. You will supply me with a copy tomorrow morning.”
Suddenly Hermione realized the wizard said he wasn’t leaving until the morning.
“You’re spending the night here?” she asked him. The Potions Master had never spent the night here since they first started their arrangement.
“That is my intention, yes,” the wizard replied, eating more soup and chewing as he looked at her steadily. “And you will be spending it with me in my bed.”
“Your bed?” Hermione asked him. Severus looked at her blackly.
“Gods woman, stop asking me so many questions. I am sure you understand what I meant when I said you will be spending the night with me in my bed. How am I to exercise my patron’s rights with you in your own bed? Don’t act so blasted stupid!” the wizard hissed.
Hermione looked at the wizard, a slight puddle forming in her knickers as he frowned at her. He looked so angry…would he still be angry when he…oh gods…she hoped so. The witch began to speed up eating her soup
Severus noticed Hermione flushing. He had yelled at her, and she responded to it. Hmm. Was her need to be dominated kicking in? The Potions Master’s cock began to harden. Damn it. He hated his lack of control. There wasn’t a bit of interesting skin showing on the witch, but he was responding as if she were buck naked in front of him. He let out a breath, willing his cock to deflate.
It didn’t work.
“Eli, next course!” Severus bellowed in a bad temper.
Immediately Eli entered with two plates of Shrimp Scampi, poached fish with lemon and a green salad. He quickly placed them on the table and removed the empty bowls of soup.
“Ooh, it looks delicious, Eli,” Hermione said. The shrimp were huge.
“Thanks you, Miss,” Eli said as Severus glowered at him.
The house elf hurried back into the kitchen, and returned with a dozen oysters and condiments, setting them in front of Severus, whose scowl lessened. He loved oysters. Eli sighed with relief and returned to the kitchen.
Hermione ate her food silently as she watched the Professor prepare his oysters then slurp them down, chewing with a distinct look of pleasure on his face. She studied that look…it was a rare one. She wondered if he would look like that when he fucked her. She didn’t get a chance to see how he looked their last encounter since he was behind her, though he was surprisingly vocal. He had a beautiful voice. It would probably been more of a turn on for Hermione if she didn’t feel as if a Quidditch bat was gently being shoved up her ass over and over. Hopefully tonight would be different.
Severus finished his oysters and made short work of the shrimp and salad. He sat back and looked at Hermione, who was just finishing her own meal.
“Tonight we will be having traditional intercourse,” the Potions Master said matter-of-factly as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, then dropped it on his empty plate. He sounded as if he were discussing the next homework assignment. The lack of passion in his voice didn’t bode well.
“Fine,” Hermione said glumly, not looking at him.
The wizard scowled.
“I hope you show more enthusiasm in the bedroom than your voice conveys witch. If I wanted to fuck a stiff body I could have stopped by St. Mungo’s morgue,” he snapped at her.
Hermione wiped her mouth then threw her napkin on the table.
“What difference does enthusiasm make to you, Professor? You’re going to do what you want anyway, most likely very selfishly…like last time. I’m just a place to shove your cock,” the witch said, “So forgive me if I’m not melting into a puddle of lust for you.”
Severus stared at her, his dark eyes glittering. He slowly stood up, walked around the table and grabbed the startled witch by her arm.
“Eli, forget dessert. We are done and are going to retire to my bedroom. I don’t want to be disturbed for any reason,” he called out, his dark eyes staring down at Hermione, who was wetting her knickers thoroughly.
The kitchen door opened.
“Yes Master,” Eli called back, “No disturbing.”
Severus drew Hermione up from the chair rather roughly.
“Come with me,” he hissed at her, pulling her down the hallway and pushing her into his bedroom. It was sparsely furnished. Only a four poster bed, wardrobe, dresser, chair and small writing desk. The walls were bare.
Hermione spun and looked at the Potions Master. His eyes were still glittering and he looked more wicked than normal.
“Have you utilized the patch?” he asked her drawing out his wand.
“Yes,” Hermione replied, standing very still as the wizard approached her. He whispered a spell. The tip of his wand glowed white and Severus passed it over her belly and lower thighs, then took it away.
“You haven’t fucked anyone lately,” he said, putting his wand back in his pocket. “Are you randy?”
Hermione blinked at the wizard. Yes, she was randy but she wasn’t about to tell him that.
“I’m fine,” she replied, her eyes shifting the way they did when she lied.
Severus was familiar with this motion, being that he was her teacher for several years and had caught her in several lies because of that telltale reaction. The wizard smirked slightly.
“Undress,” he said starting to unbutton his robes.
Hermione slowly brought her hands up to the neck of her blouse and began to unbutton it.
Gods, she hoped the wizard wouldn’t be a selfish pig tonight, interested only in his own release.
She really needed a good fuck.
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A/N: Ooh lemon time. Please review.