CHAPTER 19
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Chapter 19 ~ A Bit of Pillow Talk ala Granger
The Potions Master awoke suddenly to a weight on his body and his mouth being gently assailed. His black eyes snapped open and reflexively he shoved the weight off him, sitting up in the bed startled and looking down at a disheveled and rather surprised Hermione Granger.
“What are you doing?” he demanded of her, frowning. Still his eyes drifted over her naked body before returning to her face. Hermione sat up too.
“I was trying to wake you up,” she responded.
“Like that? You could have simply called me. I would have awakened,” he replied.
Hermione looked at him a moment.
“Yes, I suppose I could have done that…but I thought kissing you awake would be better,” she said softly.
Severus just stared at her for a moment.
“Why do you think that would have been better witch?” he asked her, noticing he’d been scourgified.
Hermione shrugged and turned a bit crimson.
“Well, if you wake most wizards up that way, they are usually receptive to more,” the witch replied.
Severus looked at her, his head cocked slightly.
“If you wanted me to fuck you again, you could have just asked me,” he replied.
Hermione’s brow furrowed.
“You told me at the beginning of your patronage that you would not be my “stud service.” I didn’t want you to turn me down,” she said, her voice a low whisper. “I thought I might have a better chance if I persuaded you physically.”
“I don’t do kissing,” the Potions Master said tightly, lying back down on his back, placing his arms behind his head. Hermione’s eyes swept over his long, lean, pale body and drew in a breath before looking back to his face.
“Why?” Hermione asked him, lying down too, her body facing his.
Severus was silent for several seconds.
“It’s too intimate,” he responded shortly.
Both of Hermione’s eyebrows rose.
“And sticking your cock in me numerous times in numerous ways isn’t?” the witch asked him incredulously.
“It’s a different kind of intimacy. Kissing suggests emotions are involved. Feelings are being exchanged. What we are doing is purely physical,” the wizard answered her, his black eyes studying her face.
Hermione looked back at him and drew in another breath.
“You know, Professor…” she began.
“Severus,” the Potions Master corrected her.
“Severus. You know whenever a witch has sex, emotions are going to be involved,” the witch said, wanting to run her fingers through the wizard’s lank hair.
“That’s not my experience. I’ve been with several witches who easily spread their legs and left, never to return,” the wizard said coldly. “They had no interest in any ‘emotional’ connection. They just wanted cock, plain and simple. And I gave it to them.”
He looked at her.
“Surely you have slept with wizards and not stayed with them,” the wizard said, his eyes narrowing.
Hermione nodded.
“I have been with wizards who just didn’t pan out. But it wasn’t for lack of emotion. Something was just missing,” she admitted, “And we did kiss when we made love.”
Hermione knew what was missing. What the Potions Master had just given her. She couldn’t stay in a relationship where her needs wouldn’t be met. She’d be miserable, and never had the nerve to tell any of her partners what was missing in the bedroom.
”That’s the difference, witch. I didn’t make love to you. I fucked you. Fucking doesn’t require kisses,” the Potions Master said.
Still, for a passing moment the wizard had felt a strong desire to kiss the witch.
Hermione looked at the wizard and decided to try another tack.
“You gave me three orgasms, Severus. I think you deserve some kisses for that,” she said softly, letting her hand fall gently on his chest, half afraid he would demand she move it.
But he didn’t. The wizard continued to look up at the ceiling, though his eyes fluttered just a bit as her small warm hand made contact with his skin. She wanted to touch him. Suddenly he turned his head and looked at her.
“Three?” he asked her.
Hermione smiled at him and nodded.
“Hm,” he said looking up at the ceiling again.
“You might have given me more if I hadn’t blacked out with pleasure,” Hermione crooned, stroking the wizard’s ego. “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”
Severus tried not to react to this, but his chest swelled anyway.
Hermione smirked.
“So strong. So passionate. I never would have guessed you were so passionate,” Hermione continued, her voice low and sexy, “You hide it so well. But now I know.”
She slowly slid her hand down to the wizard’s rippled abs. The witch noticed his cock was beginning to slowly swell.
What Hermione didn’t know was that if Severus had not seen her with the Wheezer, he would have been a much different lover and probably wouldn’t have given her the satisfaction she experienced with him if not for his spying on her.
Severus looked at the witch sharply.
“You are trying to seduce me,” he said.
“Yes, I am,” Hermione said, feeling bolder now that he was reacting to her. “I’ve decided to get all the sex I can while you’re here. The gods only know how many more months I’ll have to wait until you need me like this again.”
Severus fell silent, studying the witch so intently Hermione felt as if he were looking deep inside of her. Suddenly the wizard rolled over on top of her, grasping her wrists and holding them down as he adjusted his body, fitting himself between Hermione’s open thighs.
“Possibly you will not have to wait months, witch,” he breathed down at her. “However, I have to ask you…are you in any pain from our last encounter?”
Hermione shook her head.
“I went to your medicinal potions stores and drank a few of your purple potions. You don’t mind do you?” she asked, her eyes glistening as she looked up at the wizard.
Severus’ face softened just a bit.
“No,” he replied softly, “I don’t mind at all.”
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When Severus left the next morning, he found it quite an effort, particularly since when he woke up and went to shower leaving the witch asleep in his bed, Hermione woke up and forced her way into the stall with him. Slippery and covered in suds the wizard fucked her against the tiled wall, the witch clinging to him for dear life and shrieking his name as he took her.
It was Sunday, and he could have stayed…but part of him said “Escape.” The wizard felt as if Hermione had cast some kind of lust spell on him…and even checked himself to see if he were under a magical influence, but he wasn’t. Eli made them both a huge breakfast, a broad smile plastered on his elfish face as the couple ate in silence. The house elf knew the in-outie had been good. He could hear Hermione’s passionate cries clear in his cupboard, and the Master hadn’t put her out as he did the other scant witches he had brought to his home over the years.
Severus accepted the rolled up parchments duplicated from Harry’s original score, bid the witch goodbye rather gruffly, wrapped his robes around himself dramatically and disapparated back to Hogwarts.
Hermione smiled to herself as she walked back to her bedroom. Her body still had a delicious ache as she dropped into her bed for a bit more sleep. The potions could help only so much but she didn’t mind. The sex had been mind-blowing and she discovered that the Potions Master was a flesh and blood man after all, with all the weaknesses that designation entailed, especially very poor resistance to an offer of good, hot sex.
Hermione rolled over, her face in the pillow and gave another knowing smile.
The snarky wizard would be back, she was sure. And it wouldn’t take him months, and it wouldn’t be just to collect receipts.
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Severus appeared in his bedroom with a crack of thunder and immediately removed his robes, boots and socks, changing into his black housecoat and slippers. The Potions Master planned to take his meals in, preferring not to mix with other staff today. He fished in his discarded robes pocket and retrieved the score Hermione had worked so hard on. According to the witch it was two-thirds completed.
He sat down on his bed and studied the notations. The witch had done quite a good job with it, considering she was not a musician herself. But writing music had a mathematical basis, so it was no surprise the brilliant witch showed an aptitude for it.
Hm. Potter’s soul was quite complicated. To the Potions Master the music seemed to actually reflect the young wizard’s life. There were a number of deceptive cadences, not that Severus found that surprising considering how sneaky Potter had been at Hogwarts. He was supposed to have been a Slytherin after all, and only was placed in Gryffindor by request.
The Potions Master’s black eyes scanned the parchment. Both major and minor modes abounded, several intermezzos, a few areas that would require a couple of pizzicatos, the strings plucked rather than bowed. All in all, the music of Harry’s soul was mostly a polyphony, combining a number of individual but harmonizing melodies. It was a complicated piece. Severus didn’t understand how one person could play the entire piece. But then again, with magic…anything was possible.
The wizard stood up and walked into his study, his nose in the parchments as he walked over to a section of bookshelf, pulled back a false front and removed his violin case. He carried it over to the fireplace and set it and the music down in the armchair. He then strode over to the corner of the room and retrieved his magical music stand. It was a small podium that automatically turned pages so he wouldn’t have to stop playing to do it manually. Severus placed the parchment neatly on the stand, then opened his case, removing his violin, his pale hand caressing it almost lovingly as he did so. He had just had it and the bow professionally serviced. The pegs had been refitted and greased, the neck and fingerboard planed and readjusted, and a new bridge cut and fitted. The strings had been replaced with the finest quality strings available. It had cost a small fortune to keep his instrument in perfect condition, but the violin was worth it.
It was a Stradivarius.
Severus began playing violin when he was seventeen and was self-taught. The young wizard would cast a silencing spell around his private room in Slytherin, turn on the wizarding wireless and play along to the classics. He could play beautifully before he could read music. Severus found it soothing to his soul, particularly after confrontations with the Marauders. His ability to lose himself in the music he played probably kept him from blasting the bastards into bloody bits. It was another outlet and always soothed him.
In his mid-twenties, Severus risked Azkaban by illegally using a time turner given him by Albus to visit the year 1708 and a small violin shop run by one Antonio Stradivari. He had a bag of gold with him and asked the muggle to sell him a violin. Antonio presented him with a fine specimen. Severus drew the bow across the strings, his face twisted in bliss as the perfect, golden tones filled the shop. He then presented Antonio with the bag of gold who protested that he was paying too much.
Severus replied, “I assure you sir, that a violin made by your hands is worth many more bags of gold than this. You are a true Master. Thank you.”
The muggle watched the strange robed wizard exit his shop then stared down at the bag of gold. He’d be able to make quite a few violins with that.
Severus reverently placed the Strad under his chin and drew the bow across the strings, closing his eyes, a slight smile on his face as the lovely tone filled the study. His pleasure for his music was only rivaled by the pleasure he had found with Hermione the night before, and before that…there was only his music.
Severus translated and played that newly discovered pleasure, concocting an original melody full of passion, desire and something he couldn’t identify as he lay bow to string, his lean body swaying, dark eyes closed in concentration, lank hair swinging as he played Hermione’s Song, lost to his memories of the passionate witch, water cascading down her body and the music swelling over him, lifting him higher and higher, the bow flying across the violin, blurring as it flew.
If the wizard had opened his eyes, he would have seen a subtle glow, an aura of white light on the verge of turning golden pulsing around his frame. But the Potions Master always closed his eyes to deepen the purity of the sound, unless he were reading music. In that case, the glow didn’t manifest.
Hermione had no idea she had been fucked by the only Harper in the wizarding world.
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A/N: Interesting pillow talk between Severus and Hermione. The witch certainly knows what she’s doing. Slipping into the shower with him? You go Hermione! Got to get him kissing now. Cool little history about how he came to play the violin and own a Stradivarius…AND he’s a Harper. Yes…getting good now. Please review.