CHAPTER 46
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 46 ~ Getting Satisfaction
Both Hermione and Severus let out groans and moans of pleasure as the wizard slowly sheathed himself inside the witch, his cock stretching Hermione deliciously slow as he penetrated her. The Professor kept his mouth locked to the witch’s kissing her deeply as he began to thrust, burying his cock in her softness over and over, slowly and rhythmically, making sure his pelvis bumped against her clit.
The wizard released Hermione’s lips, and looked down at Hermione, who met his eyes noting they looked different than when they usually had sex. They were warm, liquid and dark. What was more, they were soft as he looked at her…she had never seen Severus’ eyes look so gentle or so appreciative. There was still hunger there, but pleasure as well. The wizard suddenly wound his hips as he stroked her, winding his cock inside her body and angling his penetration several different ways on a single stroke, making the witch arch up and gasp. Gods, that felt so good.
“Do that again, Severus,” Hermione breathed.
“This?” the wizard asked her, winding his hips again on the down stroke.
Hermione buckled with pleasure.
“Yesssss,” she sighed
Severus began to fuck Hermione with a winding motion, wrapping his arms around her and rolling to the side, returning to her mouth. She could feel him even more intensely this way, his muscular thighs rolling against hers. He held her so close as he fucked her, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t because he was holding her too tightly, but because he was holding her for the first time like a lover. She felt connected.
The wizard reached down and pulled one of her legs over his thigh, opening the witch wider, increasing his speed, growling and hissing his pleasure as he took his fill of the witch, her tight wet sleeve caressing his shaft, soothing his need with her body. The witch moaned as the wizard moved faster, becoming more intense, his hold tightening as his kiss deepened.
Then Severus rolled again, on to his back, holding Hermione tight against his loins so he wouldn’t slip out. She was lying on top of him now, her legs spread on either side of the wizard as he stroked up into her, his hands now moving over her body, petting and caressing her from her shoulders to her thighs, moving over her ass and gripping it lightly as he continued fucking her.
Severus was in heaven listening to the witch sighing and moaning, piercing her body over and over, her juices wetting his body. He could hear his organ squishing through her now, soft sucking sounds, her pussy squelching around him. Then Hermione sighed his name softly against his lips.
“Severus,” she breathed, and the wizard felt his stomach tighten at the pleasure in her voice and he moved his lips to her ear, not missing a stroke.
“You are the most delicious witch I have ever fucked, Hermione Granger. I feel as if I can’t get close enough to you…will never get enough of you,” he breathed, his stroke becoming harder, but not brutal…hard enough for the witch to feel his power and his desire. Gods, his voice, his body, the way he moved, his hold on her…Hermione felt as if she were going to melt away in his arms, one sticky puddle of bliss.
The wizard rolled back over, ending up on top of the witch again, this time raising up on his hands as he worked his tool in and out of her, watching his thickness slip between her open thighs, his mouth dropping open, his eyes slowly moving up her body, taking in the way she gently jerked under him, her full breasts bouncing, the nipples hardened to dark peaks, her mouth slack and amber eyes rolling up with pleasure. He felt her tightening…he had reached her…she was about to come.
“You see, Hermione,” he breathed down at her. “I can bring you pleasure this way…I can give you what you need…”
Severus began to whirl his hips again as he fucked her, stroking deep and straining against her cervix, stimulating her as much as he could, his eyes locked to her face as the witch closed her eyes and began to arch against him, her pelvis thrusting in counterpoint, her pussy starting to tighten around him.
“Yesss…yessss. Let go witch. Surrender,” he hissed, his own eyes fluttering with delight as he felt the beginning pulse of her climax clutching at his cock. He dropped back down on her, gathering the witch in his arms, once again locking his mouth to hers and pumping into her furiously, hungrily, seeking to burst that bubble deep inside, wanting the reward of her completion.
And he got it as Hermione erupted around him with a soft cry, her body quaking as she clutched him close, her legs locking around his waist as her heat washed over his cock. The wizard stilled his motion, kissing her deeply as she orgasmed, then pulling away and whispering encouragement and tender obscenities in her ear as he felt her flow and her inner flesh pulsing, squeezing, clutching around him.
“I don’t want to think of you coming for anyone other than me, witch,” the wizard declared passionately, “I want no one to touch you but me. If any wizard tries…”
Severus forced the declaration back and to cover his emotion began to fuck Hermione again, losing himself in her shuddering body, stroking fast and hard, his back locking into thrust mode as he buried his face in her hair and poured that unsaid emotion into her body, letting the witch swallow it down, swallow him down as she cried out his name softly.
The wizard groaned as he felt himself rising to the pinnacle of pleasure, Hermione’s passionate cries taking him over, the wizard plunging into the abyss of bliss as his release burst through him in a torrent, hot come filling Hermione’s body as he held her tight against him, breathing her name over and over with satisfaction and falling still as jet after jet escaped him. Gasping, he kissed the witch again, pulling back only when his climax ended. He lay on her body heavily, relaxing as Hermione stroked his hair gently and affectionately.
“That was good, Severus,” she breathed.
The wizard shifted against her.
“Only good, witch?” he murmured, his voice muffled in her hair.
Hermione smiled.
“Considering that was my first satisfying experience without being pummeled to tears…good is an accolade,” she replied.
Severus lifted his head and looked down at her.
“Next time I’m going for standing ovation,” he growled, “With all the bells and whistles that go along with it.”
Then the Potions Master kissed Hermione with a deep appreciation.
Yes. This had been good.
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Severus made love to Hermione several times that night, the witch discovering the wizard recovered faster and lasted longer when he set the pace…and he gave her countless orgasms as he took her over and over, changing positions frequently, and holding her close the entire time. She never once felt disconnected from the wizard. And Severus never felt closer to a woman in his life. More than once he had to catch himself to keep from saying something in his passion that he might regret later. But Hermione could see things unsaid in Severus’ eyes as she looked up at him, his pale body flexing over her and inside of her as he stared down at her, his black eyes deep and unfathomable.
It was the wee hours of morning before they finally collapsed, sated and exhausted…wrapped in each others’ arms, the wizard holding Hermione as if he would never let her go, Hermione listening to his strong heartbeat as he drifted off. She followed shortly after.
In the morning, Severus was the first to rise, leaving the witch asleep in bed, groping after him and frowning in her sleep before sinking back into dreamland. The wizard relieved and scourgified himself, brushed his teeth, donned his housecoat and slippers and walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a look at the Daily Prophet.
Eli was waiting for him with a black steaming cup of java.
“Did you haves a good night, Master?” the elf inquired, grinning ear to ear. He could feel Severus’ emotions since he was bonded to him, and knew what went through the wizard’s mind and heart as he took Hermione last night. Eli was very pleased at how things were developing between the Master and the Miss…though he wished it would happen faster.
“I had a fine night, Eli,” Severus replied in an extraordinarily good mood. The elf smiled broadly…then suddenly frowned. Severus noticed.
“What’s wrong, Eli?” the Potions Master asked him.
“Harry Potter is at the gate sir,” the elf replied, “He wants to see the Miss.”
Severus scowled.
“The Miss is asleep, Eli. Send him away,” the wizard replied.
“Yes sir,” Eli said, smiling. Harry Potter hurt the Miss last time he was here…after all she had done for him. It would be a pleasure to send him away.
Eli was about to walk out the kitchen when Severus said, “Wait a minute, Eli. Invite him in.”
Eli frowned but nodded as Severus stood up and walked swiftly down the hall. He stopped outside the bedroom and placed a silencing charm and a couple of wards on the door so Hermione could neither hear anything nor get out easily. Of course she could remove the ward, being a Spells Mistress, but he put his signature on the wards. She would have to remove each signature and it took several minutes to do that, if she were on the top of her game.
Severus walked back up the hallway and found Harry Potter standing in the middle of the living room looking distinctly uncomfortable. He strode up to the wizard.
“May I help you, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked him, his eyes narrowed.
Harry looked around him down the hallway. He could tell by the way the wizard was dressed that most likely he had spent the night with Hermione.
“I’ve come to see Hermione,” the wizard said.
Severus’ eyes drifted over the wizard.
“I’m afraid Miss Granger is still asleep. She had a long night last night and needs her rest. Perhaps I can help you,” Severus purred.
Harry scowled a bit as the Potions Master let him know that he had spent the night fucking the witch. Then he looked at Severus consideringly. Maybe he could help him to help Hermione.
“Perhaps you can, Professor, if you allow me to be candid,” Harry said.
Severus gestured to the armchair for Harry to sit down, then took the other.
Severus looked at him.
“Be candid, Mr. Potter,” he said, his eyes resting on the young wizard rather coldly. He knew Harry was going to say something incredibly stupid.
He was.
“Professor, release Hermione from the Patronage agreement. She only accepted you as a patron because she wanted to help me…and she did with your help. Since she accomplished what she set out to do…it’s only fair that you release her,” the wizard said, “instead of continuing to take advantage of her.”
Severus looked at Harry coldly for a moment.
“Mr. Potter, I was under the impression you didn’t wish to associate with Miss Granger any longer because of your sexual relationship with Miss Weasley. Usually that means staying out of her affairs as well,” the wizard said evenly.
Harry looked embarrassed.
“I might have been a bit hasty with that decision, Professor. It’s really why I came here, to tell her I was sorry and I still want to be her friend,” Harry said.
“You ‘still want to be her friend.’ How magnanimous of you Mr. Potter, particularly since you threw over the witch who brought you back from your condition for a bit of overused trim,” the Potions Master sneered. “You broke her heart. Did you know that? Of course you knew…but you didn’t give a damn as long as you could fuck Miss Weasley with impunity. Miss Granger was only being honest with you and you turned your back on her. I always knew you were a sanctimonious twit, Mr. Potter, but I had no idea how truly reprehensible you are. Even a Slytherin would not be so cruel to someone who gave him back his life.”
Severus glowered at Harry.
“I made a mistake, Professor. I came here to fix it,” Harry said.
“Fix it, Mr Potter? If Miss Granger had any sense at all, she would turn her back on you for good. You aren’t worthy of the witch’s friendship…or her love,” Severus snarled.
Harry frowned.
“Like you can talk. You are taking something from Hermione that you aren’t worthy of either. You fuck her like you own her,” Harry snarled back at him, his hands gripping the armchair tightly.
“For all intents and purposes, Mr. Potter, I do own her,” the Professor said, trying to rile the wizard up to the point he could hex him. “I own every bit of her, from her brilliant mind to her curvaceous, supple little body until the patronage spell releases her. Which will not happen anytime soon. And I will fuck the witch every night if I see fit.”
Severus hoped the idea of him fucking Hermione at will would drive Harry over the edge of reason.
“Release her, Professor,” Harry growled, his green eyes flashing.
“No,” Severus said calmly. Harry had no idea that the patronage agreement had to run its course. Severus couldn’t release Hermione from it if he wanted to…which he didn’t.
The wizards stared at each other with ugly expressions on their faces. Eli, who had been standing near the kitchen, suddenly turned and bolted through the door.
Severus and Harry leapt out of their chairs at the same time, wands drawn and pointed at each others’ chests.
“I believe our little discussion has come to an impasse, Mr. Potter,” Severus growled, “Unless you want to take this outside. I have a large backyard.”
“I’ll take it wherever I can, as long as I can blast your snarky ass,” Harry replied, his eyes dark with hatred.
Severus’ eyes glittered with pleasure.
“Very well, Mr. Potter. Follow me,” the wizard said, pointing his wand at his housecoat and transfiguring it into a set of robes. He then transfigured his slippers into boots.
Harry lowered his wand and followed Severus out of the back door and into the yard, his eyes burning a hole into the Potions Master’s back. He should hex him right now, the bloody bastard.
“I wouldn’t do that, Mr. Potter. I cast a repelling spell on myself while transfiguring my clothing…just in case you weren’t as much a Gryffindor as you pretend. Which, by the way…you aren’t,” the wizard said.
Harry wondered if Severus had slipped into his mind and saw what he was thinking.
Severus turned to face him. They were now in the middle of the backyard, nothing but open space all around them. The Potions Master removed the repelling spell and met Harry’s eyes, his lip curled with disdain.
“In case you are wondering if I used Legilimency on you…I didn’t. All wizards consider hexing their opponent in the back when preparing to duel,” the Potions Master said, adjusting his robes. Harry was in jeans and a t-shirt again and didn’t have to prepare. “Twenty paces?”
Harry nodded, and both wizards turned, their backs to each other and began to count off the paces, each taking large strides to get as much distance between them as possible. The further apart they were, the better the chances of dodging a hex.
“Eighteen…nineteen…twenty…!” Harry cried, spinning and casting an Expelliamus spell at the Potions Master who disappeared and reappeared in front of the startled wizard, dropping his wand and hitting Harry with a powerful right cross, then an uppercut, which dropped him. His wand fell out of his hand.
The Potions Master reached down, grabbed Harry’s wand, then dragged the wizard up by his shirt and head-butted him in the face, breaking his glasses.
“Now you listen to me, Mr. Potter,” Severus snarled angrily, “You have quite a set of balls on you to dare duel me at my own home. You’re lucky I don’t take your miserable life. I assure you the only reason you aren’t in wriggling little pieces is because of Miss Granger. She still cares about you…though the gods know why and I want to stay on her good side. Personally, I don’t give a fuck if you are considered the wizarding world’s savior. You cross me again, Mr. Potter and regardless how Miss Granger feels, you will not walk away. You stay away from my home, understand me? If you want to talk to Miss Granger, you send an owl.”
Severus shook Harry viciously, the dazed wizard’s head snapping back and forth. The Potions Master would like to beat him to a pulp and not just because he was angry, but because of the way Harry had hurt Hermione. She gave up everything to help him and he just cast her aside. And this made Severus furious. He had no idea how angry he was at Harry until he saw him face to face. The Potions Master had purposely made him angry so he could punish the young wizard in a very physical way. Harry was quite good at dueling, but hadn’t expected Severus to apparate and attack him physically. Which was why he got his ass kicked.
Severus dragged Harry back to the house, through the kitchen, the living room and out the front door. He walked the wizard to the front gate and flung him through, Harry tripping over the curb and falling on his face in the street. Severus threw his wand after him and replaced the strong wards on his gate. He then walked back into the house, slamming the door behind him.
Lying on the street, Harry groaned. What the fuck happened? Still dazed, his jaw aching and vision blurred, he pushed himself to a sitting position and stared at Severus’ house for a moment, then disapparated.
Back in the house, Severus rubbed his knuckles. They were red and bruised. He shook his hand as if that would help the pain, then transfigured his robes and boots back into a housecoat and slippers. He hurried back down to the bedroom and removed the wards and silencing spell. He opened the door and looked in on Hermione. She was still sound asleep. Severus sighed with relief.
Quietly he removed his robe and slippers and climbed back into the bed with the witch, stretching out beside her and pulling her into his chest. He kissed her forehead and Hermione’s eyes fluttered open.
Severus held a finger to her lips before she spoke.
“Don’t speak,” he said, “You will ruin a fine awakening, witch. Just let me look at you.”
Hermione frowned slightly. Severus was shying away from her morning breath.
Well, she couldn’t blame him.
She really needed to invest in some Magical Mints.
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A/N: Nice lemon, and ooh…poor Harry got it, didn’t he? And Hermione hasn’t got a clue. Well, please review.