CHAPTER 58
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Chapter 58 ~ Severus Arrives
Hermione was so caught up in working on the docu-pensieve, she worked far into the night, getting the sequences correct, adding the narration, captions and making the notations for musical embellishment, which Severus would finish off. The pensieve made for exiting viewing, especially when the Dementors were closing in and surrounding the couple. Hermione had to marvel at her own courage as she relived the scene as an observer.
Finally, she finished the docu-pensieve. Severus had to sign off on it after adding the musical scoring, but she had a feeling he would be pleased…as pleased as he would show, anyway.
Hermione yawned, stretched and retired to Severus’ bedroom, undressing and sliding under the sheets. Her last thought before drifting off was that she wouldn’t be sleeping alone tonight…if sleeping at all. Hugging Severus’ pillow to her face tightly, the witch fell asleep.
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After a bit of thought, Severus wrote Brenda Fitzworten to arrange an interview. He wasn’t sure he would pose for the magazine, but it would be interesting to see what the witch had to say and what she would offer as incentive.
The next morning, Severus received a reply at breakfast. Miss Fitzworten certainly wasn’t wasting anytime. The interview would be Tuesday afternoon at two o’clock. She requested he bring his violin and not take any extra care with his appearance. She wanted to see him as is. So be it.
He folded up the letter and placed it in his pocket, and focused on finishing his breakfast and his class topic for the day. The Potions Master would not allow Hermione to creep into his mind…if she did, the thought would also creep into his trousers and balloon. In a few hours he would be alone with the witch, and making up for lost time. He tried not to think of her soft, curvaceous body, or her voice breaking over the syllables of his name, or the wet, clutch and caress of her…
“Damn it,” Severus breathed, looking down at the tent in his robes.
The day wouldn’t pass quickly enough.
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When class let out Friday afternoon, Severus didn’t bother going to supper. He locked up the classroom tight, put a sign on his office that he would be away for the weekend, grabbed his Strad and bow and apparated directly for his home and Hermione.
The witch hadn’t expected the wizard so early, and was in the process of dressing when he opened her bedroom door, his dark eyes glittering as they washed over her bra and knickers. Hermione attempted to cover herself with her hands and shrieked in surprise when Severus threw the door open. He stalked into the room and closed the door behind him.
“Have you become so unused to me witch that you try to hide yourself in my presence?” the wizard purred, his eyes hungry as they rested on her thighs, then flicked back up to her face. Her hair was still damp.
Hermione swallowed.
“No. You just…just surprised me the way you flew in here,” she responded, reaching for her robes slowly. Severus’ jaw tightened. He started to unbutton his robes.
Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Wait. We have to talk about what happened with Harry,” she said, slipping her robes over her arms. Severus didn’t stop working on his robes.
“So talk,” he said, his pale hands working on the lower fasteners.
“You dueled him,” Hermione said, watching as Severus pulled off his robes and laid them on her chair. He started on his shirt.
“If that is what you want to call it. The duel lasted about five seconds. He drew his wand on me in my own house, Hermione. That is unforgivable,” the wizard said, opening his shirt and revealing his taut, pale chest.
Hermione’s eyes rested on it, and she lost her train of thought for a moment. Severus smirked at her as he worked on his cuffs.
“You provoked him,” Hermione said accusingly.
“He provoked me by attempting to set the terms of my patronage. He had no right to make demands of me concerning you,” the wizard said evenly, “And I was easier on him than I should have been…because of you. Now you wish to take me to task for it? This is my reward for showing restraint concerning the ungrateful pup? I could have easily killed him, Hermione…and he would have deserved it for challenging me. I am no young wizard that duels for fun. It is a deadly business. He wanted to duel, so I did.”
Severus removed his shirt, Hermione staring at him. What was she to say to this? The wizard had shown restraint. She supposed she should be grateful. Instead, she changed the topic as the wizard walked over to her bed, sat down and began removing his boots.
“You charged him for performing the ritual,” Hermione said to the wizard as he removed his socks.
“Yes I did. I performed a service and deserved compensation,” Severus said, tucking his socks into his boots and sliding them under Hermione’s bed.
“But we were helping him,” Hermione argued.
Severus looked up at her.
“No, you were helping him, and I was helping you. I couldn’t very well charge you. So I received payment from him. I expended a lot of energy bringing him back. I deserve recompense,” the wizard said, standing up and working at the fasteners of his trousers, which were very tented.
Hermione licked her lips unconsciously, trying to remain focused.
“Besides, Hermione…if I did not charge Harry for my service, the wizard would have felt indebted to me for the rest of his life. I can hardly imagine anything worse than Harry Potter slinking about trying to repay me by acting like some kind of guard dog. I did us both a favor by accepting payment as closure. I know what it is like to be indebted to someone you hate,” Severus said, thinking about James Potter.
James had saved him from being killed by Remus when he transformed into a werewolf. Sirius Black had set him up for death, and if it wasn’t for James, he would have been torn to bits. Then James died and Severus spent years looking after Harry in an attempt to repay his father for saving his life. He had suffered greatly at the hands of Voldemort because of it. When Harry killed Voldemort, Severus had done his job by keeping the boy alive so he could complete his destiny. He wasn’t about to have that debt turned around.
Severus slid his trousers down and stepped out of them and stood before Hermione in his tented boxers.
“Is there anything else you wish to discuss with me concerning Mr. Potter? I would rather not have him in the bed with us,” the wizard said, striding toward the witch. He stopped mere inches from her. Severus started to slide her robes off her shoulders, his black eyes blazing into hers.
”No,” Hermione said, her legs feeling like rubber as the Professor slowly slid her sleeves down her arms, “No…not about Harry but…”
”It can wait then,” Severus said silkily, removing her robes and letting them drop to the floor. His eyes washed over her bra and knickers. “I can’t. I’ve waited long enough witch. It’s time I claim you again.”
Hermione felt as if she’d never breathe again as the Potions Master lowered his head and kissed her, his lips moving against hers sensuously as he drew down one strap of her bra, then the other. She felt his hands caress the sides of her breasts, before sliding over her skin to her back and unclasping it, breaking the kiss and straightening, removing it, his eyes locked to hers.
Suddenly the wizard locked his arms around Hermione, who let out a gasp as Severus lifted her and crushed her body against his as he kissed her again, this time invading her mouth hungrily, his tongue wrapping around hers as he began walking towards the bed. Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her core pressing against the wizard’s erection. Severus growled in the back of his throat as he felt her heat through the thin fabrics separating their flesh. Damn, he was so hard, Hermione couldn’t help grinding against him.
The wizard lowered Hermione to the bed, her body resting on the edge of it, and ground against her unmercifully as he continued to kiss her, the witch panting into his mouth as he slid his hardness against her. The witch’s knickers were soaked, and the smell of her arousal filled the air. Severus moved to her throat, sucking, kissing and licking as Hermione arched against him helplessly, fire boiling over her at his contact. The combination of his hard body and soft mouth made her feel as if she would explode.
“Oh my gods,” she moaned as the wizard moved lower resting on his knees, his hands caressing her sides as his mouth swept over the swell of her breasts, then latched on to her nipple, sucking gently, his hot wet tongue swirling over the hardened peak as he fondled the other. Then he switched, giving the other breast the same attention before sliding lower, over her belly, his fingers hooking the waistband of her knickers. Severus straightened and pulled them down as far as he could before moving aside and drawing them off completely, bringing them to his nose as Hermione looked up at him with molten eyes. The Potions Master inhaled deeply, his eyes going half-lidded.
“This is a scent I can live with,” the wizard said to the witch, dropping her knickers and lifting her legs, then catching her calves and pushing them back as far as he could.
Severus looked at Hermione’s slick inner thighs and the little droplets of lubrication glistening in her pubic hair. Letting go of one of her calves, he used two fingers to part her labia and stare down at her hard little clit and soft, pink core. The wizard’s nostrils flared for a moment, then he looked up at Hermione.
The Potions Master breathed something unintelligible at her, then lowered his mouth and licked her inner thighs slowly, collecting her fluids on his tongue, inching his way towards her pussy. Hermione buckled. Gods, he was moving too slow, dragging his lips on her skin before using them to pull at her pubic hair, collecting the jewels of her arousal. He held her steady as he moved toward his destination, the witch gasping and clutching at his head in an attempt to force his mouth down to relieve her of the intense yearning she felt.
“You’re impatient,” the wizard said, his voice muffled, “Very well.”
Severus drew his tongue slowly between Hermione’s desire-swollen labia and over her clit, the witch letting out a choked cry as the delicious sensation thrummed through her body. That cry made Severus’ cock throb hungrily, and he dove into the witch, lashing her with his tongue, teasing her with his lips, tormenting her lightly with his teeth and soothing her. The wizard licked, kissed and sucked on the witch’s pussy as if it were the most delicious banquet he had ever consumed, and for Severus at this moment…it was.
Hermione was breaking apart under his ministrations, crying out, tugging on his hair and bucking wildly as he held her down, drinking at her fountain. The balloon of bliss inside her was swelling, swelling and suddenly burst, the witch screaming his name as she came, the wizard sucking at her almost desperately, drinking down her release, his face glistening as he moved his head sensuously, his mouth pressed tight against Hermione’s quaking body.
Severus stayed with her until he consumed every bit of her ambrosia, then lifted his head, licking his lips, his dark eyes taking in the sloe-eyed witch as she still gyrated.
“Yes, Hermione,” he breathed, gently letting her legs down then tugging his boxers down and lifting each knee so he could remove them, his thick, dripping organ springing out in readiness.
“Are you ready to be fucked witch?” he asked, pressing the head of his cock into her softness, not bothering to get in the bed properly. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Hermione lifted her head, taking in the sight of the dark wizard nestled between her thighs, his rippled belly and lean muscular torso visible, his pale face slightly contorted with need, his dark eyes full of hunger.
“Yessss,” she hissed, “Fuck me Severus…it’s been so long,” she moaned, letting her head drop back. She felt the wizard grasp her waist with one hand.
Severus’ belly tightened at the desire in the witch’s voice.
“Far too long,” he agreed, inserting his thick, pulsing head with a groan, then grasping the witch’s waist with his other hand and yanking her down, throwing his head back and driving his cock into her body hard and deep, slamming against her cervix
“Merlin,” he hissed as Hermione’s hot sheath wrapped around his shaft like a second skin and the witch buckled, crying out from his power. The Potions Master looked down on the witch, his lower lip slack with pleasure, meeting her wet eyes.
“Yessss,” he hissed.
Then Severus began to fuck…and fuck hard.
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