CHAPTER 26
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Chapter 26 ~ On the Beach
An irritated Dobby prepared a nice light supper of sweet and sour chicken, salad, a delicious pumpkin/pineapple juice mix and sliced fruit for dessert. He was irritated because Eli tried to add his own touches to the meal. A house elf fight almost broke out until Severus ordered Eli out of the kitchen.
The elf sat on the front porch brooding as Severus and Hermione ate their meal. Hermione gave the Potions Master the details of the ritual, and about the protective circles he, Harry and herself would occupy as well as the house elves’ participation.
Severus chew a piece of chicken and swallowed.
“Remember when you draw the pentacle and surrounding circles to focus on the intent as to why you are doing it. To keep negative forces out and protect the people within. This is very important. When I first began to collect my books on Dark Magic, I was almost taken by a demon trapped within the pages of one of the tomes. When reading books of this nature, a protective circle should always be drawn, and not haphazardly. I created the circle but didn’t focus on its nature, so it did not have the magical strength necessary to protect me. Fortunately I slipped the creature’s grasp. Apparently it could only take one swipe per book opening, so I escaped being taken,” the wizard said, taking a sip of the ice cold pumpkin/pineapple juice. “Needless to say I never made that mistake again.”
Hermione nodded, taking this in. She hadn’t known she would have to be protected from the Dark Magic books in this manner. If she had access to them immediately, she might have been taken. Severus would not have been as helpful as he was now. She would have had to pry information out of him. She looked at the wizard. She had been so close to losing him today. Thank the gods for Eli. He was a good, loyal elf and obviously very powerful. She was glad she had him and the others to help with the ritual. After what happened to Severus just looking into Harry’s mind, she was quite apprehensive. She wanted to regain Harry but not lose the Potions Master in the process.
Harry was seated at the table with a large bib tied around his neck. Hermione tried her best not to watch as Dobby fed him. The wizard’s food was ground into paste, and he dribbled out as much as he swallowed as the house elf patiently spooned the food into his mouth, the wizard gurgling like an oversized baby. It was heartbreaking to see.
Severus noticed the tears glistening in Hermione’s eyes, and took her mind off Harry by describing some of the Dementor history he had seen. This worked nicely and Hermione was distracted for the rest of the meal. Severus’ black eyes drifted toward the door as Hermione said she was going to do some more reading in the Harmonics book to be sure she hadn’t overlooked anything.
Severus wiped his mouth and rose from the table.
“I believe I will go down to the beach,” the wizard said, departing…Hermione looking after him as he strode out into the night.
She retired to Harry’s unused study and tried to read, but her mind kept drifting to Severus alone on the beach. Finally she put the book down, removed her shoes and exited the house, taking the direction she thought the Potions Master might have gone. She removed her shoes to keep sand from getting into them, and the cool sand felt good under her feet. She stopped and wriggled her toes in it.
Eli watched Hermione walk toward the shore and smiled, his ears pricking forward. He slid off the chair and slipped back into the house. Now that both Hermione and Severus were otherwise occupied, Dobby was going to give him a service to do or claws would cross.
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A full moon hovered in the sky above, shedding its monochromatic light on the shore. It didn’t take Hermione long to find the Potions Master, who was standing close to the water and looking out over it as if deep in thought. He drew his wand.
“Divesto,” he said.
Suddenly the wizard was nude, his clothing and shoes appearing neatly folded behind him on the sand. He tossed his wand on top of the pile and began to walk out into the surf, his lean, muscular body clearly visible in the moonlight as he suddenly dipped beneath the waves.
Hermione felt quite a bit of heat as the naked wizard reappeared and swam out into deeper water, slipping through the incoming waves. Gods, he swam like a naiad. A male naiad that is.
The witch began to slowly walk toward the shore.
Severus backstroked in a large circle then flipped over and did a few breaststrokes. He had come down to the shore to think about his predicament with the witch. If Hermione pursued a project involving releasing the souls trapped in the Dementors, she was going to need a basilisk heart and blood. Currently, a dried heart and dried blood were quite difficult to get. The Agistani flower was now grown commercially. A single bloom was once worth millions because the flower was so rare and no one knew how it reproduced itself. A young wizard discovered the secret, patented it and began growing the flowers in bulk. They were still quite expensive, but nothing like before. Severus could easily afford it.
But his beautiful, pulsing basilisk heart. How could he part with it? Then again, the witch didn’t say how much of it she would need…pieces could be shaved off without killing it for quite a long time.
Hm. Maybe he could put a condition on letting the witch use it…something like extending their sexual relationship for five years after their agreement was dissolved. The wizard smirked before feeling a slight choking sensation.
Damn it. The oath of patronage wasn’t going to let him get away with that. He had to provide what she needed if he could. And since he possessed a viable basilisk heart, if Hermione asked him for the ingredient…he was bound to give it to her.
There were benefits to being Hermione’s patron, like access to her nice, tight pussy…but there were disadvantages as well, case in point…the sharing of his beloved basilisk heart. The Potions Master scowled, then dived, swimming strongly toward the shore, then rising, the water cascading down his body as he wiped his face with his hand. He started.
There, standing on the shore was Hermione, watching him.
Witch and wizard looked at each other, Severus standing chest deep in the rolling surf, small waves breaking over him. His hair was plastered to his head, and the moonlight lent a glow to his pale body that made him seem a bit unearthly, as if he really were a male naiad, or spirit of the deep.
Severus blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Hermione was still standing there.
But now…she was naked, the moonlight shining down on her pale body. The wizard’s heart rate quickened as the witch began to walk into the surf, her eyes on him. Severus felt an immediate reaction in his lower region and began to walk toward the witch, the water level dropping lower, stopping just above his waist as he and the witch met. He looked down at her.
“Moonlighting as a water nymph, Hermione?” he asked her with a growl. The spray of the surf made her skin glisten as if covered with little diamonds. This was the first time the witch had ever made the first move to initiate sex between them and gods, what a move it was. Severus didn’t count her attempted seduction or the shower incident after he fucked her for the first time. This was a real, start-from-ground-zero sexual advance. Hermione didn’t answer his remark, but looked up at him, her amber eyes glistening with desire…and something else. Finally she spoke.
“You’re risking so much for me, Severus. You almost died today,” she said softly.
“It wasn’t my first time facing death witch, and I am sure it will not be my last,” he replied.
Hermione looked at him, swallowing a bit. She looked a little apprehensive.
“Severus, let me have you the way I want,” the witch said, her voice trembling with emotion “Let me show you how much better this can be for us. I’m dying to show you.”
Severus’ black eyes glittered down at her.
“I thought I did give you what you want, witch,” he said in a low voice. “Judging by your orgasms I believe I was ‘hitting the mark.’”
“You do hit the mark. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had Severus. I told you that…it’s just, I want to give you more. You have no idea how much I can give you,” Hermione said, “How much more satisfying it could be. If anything happens tomorrow, I would hate that we never experienced more with each other.”
Severus looked at her, his head cocked.
“Are you going to show me some new and delightful sexual position?” he asked her. They were mere inches apart now, Hermione moving closer to Severus’ pale body as she spoke to him.
She smirked.
“No,” she said. “But I want the freedom to do what I want to you, the way I want.”
Her eyes rested on his mouth hungrily.
Severus understood now.
“Oh. You want to “make love” to me as opposed to “fucking” me,” he said, his lip curling cynically. “Fucking is fine with me. I need nothing more.”
Hermione’s eyes darkened. She was going to have to go for blood if she wanted this from the snarky wizard.
“But I do. I feel dissatisfied,” the witch said. “I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it might…well make you feel inadequate.”
Dissatisfied? Inadequate? What the hell was the witch talking about? He fucked the shit out of her every time they had sex. When he put his tool to her, Hermione lubed up and came so much it was as if someone had turned an internal spigot on inside the witch.
Severus scowled blackly and felt his cock throb with a vengeance. She’d pay for that remark. Dissatisfied. Hmph. She had some fucking nerve. She stood before him, her breasts floating like pale, peaked balloons on the surface of the water. He fought the urge to touch them as he continued to scowl at her.
Hermione stuck the barb in, now she twisted it.
“I know you don’t have any experience with kissing, touching, using your mouth or things of that nature…but that’s all right, Severus. I can teach you how to do it. You don’t have to be ashamed about it,” Hermione continued, loving the angry glint in his eyes.
The Potions Master nearly spluttered at this insinuation. Of course he knew how to kiss and caress a witch. And he could use his mouth with the best of them. Foreplay was just something he didn’t feel the need to do. Cock insertion followed by numerous thrusts until a satisfying ejaculation was reached was his approach. It never failed him. Though Severus realized on some level he did make a concerted effort to please Hermione. More of an effort than he had with any other woman. It made him feel powerful when the witch shrieked and orgasmed around his cock, clutching at him as if he were the last stronghold on earth.
“And you’ve never felt what it was like to have my mouth on you, except for the blowjob I gave you. Severus, I can make you feel so much more if you would just cooperate. I’m very good,” the witch said persuasively, ” You have no idea how good I can make you feel.”
“And how good you could make me feel,” the witch thought as she looked up at the wizard.
Severus’ jaw tightened but he didn’t reply as he looked down at the naked witch. Her hair had twisted into ringlets now because of the waves. Slowly, Hermione brought her hand to his chest and stroked it. Severus stood tense and silent, his dark eyes resting on her, his face expressionless.
Hermione drew in a silent breath, then removed her hand, replacing it with her warm, soft lips, kissing the wizard in the center of his chest softly, then licking his flesh with her tongue. The wizard’s belly suddenly tightened, but that was his only reaction. Hermione began to kiss his torso in earnest, moving over his pale skin, sucking lightly, tracing circles with her tongue. She felt him beginning to relax.
Severus had to admit to himself that Hermione’s mouth felt good moving over him. It made him feel…wanted. Oh it was sexual, but more than sexual. He had never had a witch do more with her mouth than suck his cock. His encounters weren’t like that. The wizard shuddered, then closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as Hermione’s mouth locked on to his nipple and sucked gently, tapping the tip with her tongue until it hardened. Little pulses of pleasure shot through him, and his hands reflexively moved to the small of her back, then over the curve of her ass, her flesh soft and pliant beneath his palms. He felt the witch tremble strongly as he caressed her. Experimentally, he did it again, with the same results, the witch moving to his other nipple and laving the same attention on it with more ardor. Hermione was pressing against his erection now, and he wanted to fuck her.
Yet, her mouth felt exquisite. Suddenly, Severus felt Hermione’s small hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and lock on to his head, pulling him forward and downward. He didn’t resist and hissed as the witch began to lick, suck and kiss his throat. A small groan issued from the back of his throat.
Maybe there was something to this.
Suddenly the Potions Master lifted the witch in his arms and began striding toward the shore, Hermione still sucking and licking his throat, her fingers lightly scratching his scalp. It felt wonderful.
“I’ll humor you,” he said gruffly, his eyes half closed with pleasure at the witch’s ministrations.
“Yes!” Hermione thought, mentally pumping her fist victoriously as her mouth moved over the wizard’s Adam’s apple, which was working up and down furiously.
Severus Snape wasn’t going to know what hit him.
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A/N: Ooh! You go Hermione! You sneaky witch. I really think you should change your house colors to green and silver. :). Please review ya’ll.