CHAPTER 59
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Chapter 59 ~ What About Tomorrow?
Hermione cried out and arched as Severus speared her brutally with his huge tool, the thick head plowing into her softness, filling her with the wizards hot, hard girth and length. Gods, it felt so good to feel him take her with such hunger after all this time and the witch welcome his ache. She had missed it. Missed him.
Severus leaned back slightly, stroking the witch hard and deep, watching his glistening cock disappear and reappear, the witch’s cries goading him on as he possessed her delicious, petite body, winding his pelvis and adjusting his angle, trying to touch, caress and devour every part of her. He looked down on her jerking body, feeling strong, whole and wanted as he reclaimed his charge. Damn, Hermione felt exquisite…right. He needed more.
Severus stopped stroking Hermione long enough to push her up further in the bed, then he stood up, looking down at her for a moment before falling forward and trapping her legs under his arms, raising himself up on his hands. The wizard adjusted his hips, dragging the head of his cock over Hermione’s buttocks and shifted until he was positioned at the entrance to her body once more, then drove in, hard, staring at the witch as she received him, marveling at how strong she was. Hermione clutched at his arms as he slammed into her over and over, his eyes focused on her face. She was beautiful in her passion, in her response to him.
“Say my name,” he hissed at her, wanting to hear Hermione shriek his name again. The witch’s mouth was slack and the wizard shifted his angle and plunged into her harder.
“Say it! Say my name, witch. I want to hear it!” he demanded, bouncing into her softness, sweat beginning to fly off his body. Hermione was covered in a wet sheen, and her eyes rolled up momentarily as she stiffened, then came.
“Severus! Severus!” the witch cried out, her nails digging into his forearms as she gushed over him, the wizard groaning at the heat and clutch of her pussy clamping down on his shaft as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, her walls slick, her body quaking.
Suddenly he dropped, releasing her legs, covering her mouth and kissing the witch deeply, letting her tight wet sleeve pulse around his cock as he claimed her mouth, also soft, wet and accepting. Hermione’s arms wrapped around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist, their two bodies connected as one, locked together in passion. The wizard lost himself in the sweetness of the connection. He felt needed, wanted, as if…as if he belonged to someone other than himself. It was an eternal moment…and the wizard couldn’t help what he said next as he pulled away from Hermione’s mouth and stared down at her as she returned to herself, her amber eyes full of soft fire as she looked up at him, her lips swollen from the ardor of his kiss…her body shuddering, slick with his perspiration.
“Do you love me, witch?” Severus asked Hermione
Hermione’s eyes went a bit wild, and her mouth moved, gaping like a fish. Severus pulled back slowly and entered her, gently this time, the witch’s eyes closing in pleasure before opening again.
“Tell me, Hermione…do you love me?” he asked her again, stopping.
Severus knew he wasn’t being remotely fair, asking the witch something like this when he had her in such a vulnerable position. But he was a Slytherin. Striking when others were vulnerable was par for the course. He felt this was the best time for negotiation with the witch.
“I…I don’t know,” Hermione lied, not wanting to put her heart out there without knowing how the wizard felt.
“Our patronage is coming to an end soon witch. I can feel it, and I suspect you have felt it as well. You will be free of me then,” he said softly, though his eyes were hard.
“Free of you,” Hermione repeated hollowly.
Severus began to stroke Hermione again, slowly and deliberately. He was in control now, his desire to manipulate her, to make her admit she wanted him…she loved him.
“Do you want to be free of me, Hermione? Free for other wizards?” he asked…his eyes growing darker and face contorting slightly as the very idea of her fucking someone else made his belly tighten with rage. When she didn’t answer immediately, Severus gave her several hard, possessive strokes. This was his pussy…patronage or no damn patronage. She wasn’t going to leave him.
“Do you want to leave me?” he demanded, his voice harsh now.
“No,” Hermione whispered, “I don’t want to leave you.”
The wizard sighed with relief, pressing into her deeply, savoring the feel of her body wrapped around him.
“But…do you want me, Severus?” she asked him softly.
The wizard looked down at her.
“You’ll do for now,” he replied.
Not the right thing to say.
Hermione began to struggle, anger giving her greater strength. She slapped the wizard and began flailing at him.
“Get off of me, you bastard! You’re not going to use me that way…either there’s some kind of commitment, or I’m gone!” she hissed at him as the wizard lowered his head to protect his face and wrestled with her a bit before he pinned her arms down by the wrist. He was grimacing as he did so because he was still embedded in her body and all Hermione’s twisting about was stimulating him. It felt very good.
“Stop it witch!” he growled, but Hermione continued to struggle. He tried to kiss her but she bit his lip. The Potions Master pulled his head back quickly and licked his lip, tasting the blood. He snarled at Hermione, and holding her pinned arms down, began to slam his cock into her viciously.
“I know…how to… make you listen,” he grunted as Hermione shrieked under his pummeling.
Severus tore into her unmercifully for several minutes until the witch’s mouth and body were slack, then slowed, both of them covered in sweat again. He looked down at Hermione with satisfaction.
“That’s better,” he panted, brushing her hair out of her face. Hermione looked at him with a dazed expression, lost to the sweet ache and burn inside her. Severus stroked her gently again, not letting her disconnect from him.
“The terms will be the same…we will see each other exclusively. No other wizards,” he said to the witch. “You will keep yourself only for me, and I for you.”
“Terms?” Hermione gasped, “This…this isn’t a business arrangement we’re talking about Severus. If I continue with you, then there are going to have to be some changes. You’re going to have to show me affection, show me that you care.”
Severus stopped fucking the witch and cocked his head at her.
“I fuck you…doesn’t that show I have some feelings toward you?” he asked her.
Hermione stared at the wizard in disbelief as she returned more fully to herself.
“No. That only shows your dick gets hard and you use me to relieve it,” the witch replied. “I want to know that what I feel and think matters to you. I want to know it isn’t all about fucking me.”
Severus looked at her for a long moment, not saying anything.
“I guess it is all about fucking me,” the witch said, her heart sinking. “I want more than that Severus. I don’t think you can give it to me.”
“You love me,” he said to her, “You told me that night at the beach. That you loved everything about me…my sarcasm, my discipline…my sharpness. The way I take you. You weren’t lying to me witch. I’ve dealt with enough liars to know when I am hearing the truth.”
Hermione felt her heart race for a moment. She had already told him she loved him, and he never said a word about it. Severus knew all this time, and now he was trying to use her love to manipulate her.
“All right. All right Severus…I do love you. I didn’t want to, but this is how it came out. But just because I love you doesn’t mean I will just forget about my own needs…what I want from a wizard. I know you won’t bring me flowers and candy…that’s all right. I think those acts are very juvenile. But I want to know that you will be there for me. I want you to care for me…I want you to love me back, Severus Snape.”
Severus stared at her.
“I’ve never loved any witch, Hermione,” he said quietly. “I don’t think I can love that way.”
“So why be with me, Severus? If there’s no love involved, then any witch will do,” the witch said.
“Any witch will NOT do!” the wizard snarled, startling himself and the witch.
Severus’ heart was pounding in an alarming manner, and he felt his palms getting sweaty. He recognized this as a distinct fear reaction.
Hermione smirked slightly. The wizard was losing it.
“And why won’t any witch do, Severus?” she asked him rather sweetly.
Severus fought the urge to start fucking her insanely. That wasn’t the answer, though it would be satisfying to wipe the rather smug look on her face off. It was hard to look smug when screaming at the top of one’s lungs.
“I’m waiting,” Hermione pressed.
“Because…because any witch is not you, Hermione. You are one of a kind…like I am,” he replied stiffly. “You are brilliant, courageous and a sexual dynamo. You can hold a conversation…you can understand my points of logic…and…and…”
“And what, Severus,” she asked, curious at his hesitance.
“You can put up with me,” the wizard admitted. He looked more vulnerable than Hermione ever remembered seeing him.
Severus had never admitted he was hard to get along with before. He always placed the blame on other people, claiming they were idiots or dolts and deserved such snarky treatment. But the truth was he was a real bastard to others, and purposely so to keep them away. But Hermione didn’t run from him. She stood up to him.
He looked down at the witch, waiting to see what scathing reply she’d have for him. He had opened himself up for pain with that statement. She could say any number of things to cut him up.
But the witch didn’t. She simply gave him a very soft and tender smile.
“Yes, I can do that,” she replied. Then she pulled him down, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly.
Severus began to move again, making love to the witch in earnest now, his heart full as she received him, whispering his name and moaning with pleasure as the wizard slaked his hunger for the witch. He wanted her to feel him, him, not just his cock. The wizard immersed himself in Hermione, not just her body, but her very soul…feeling himself being drawn in deeper than he ever remembered, his pleasure swelling inside him, a pleasure more than sexual as they came together, not an explosion, but more of a melding, a slipping together to form one body, falling into each other and feeling the pulse of another heart as if it were their own.
Severus held the witch close to him as he shuddered, emptying his essence into her warm quaking body, spiraling back to his separate existence but still close, still part of her. Gasping, he looked into her eyes.
They hadn’t yet hashed out what would be between them, but the wizard was sure it would be something good, something they would both benefit from. At least it was established that neither of them wanted to separate from the other. That was half the war.
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The next morning over breakfast, Severus decided to drop the bombshell.
“I’ve been contacted by a prestigious and well-established magazine that wants to do a spread on me, for a considerable amount of money,” the wizard said, cutting into his sausage.
Hermione, who had been perusing the Daily Prophet, looked up at him.
“Oh, that’s wonderful Severus. It’s just what you’ve been holding out for,” Hermione said, smiling at the wizard. Good for him.
“Yes, it is,” he agreed. “I’ve been offered twenty thousand galleons.”
Hermione’s brows lifted.
“Twenty thousand galleons for an interview? That’s a lot of money. What magazine is it?” she asked curiously.
“Playwitch,” the wizard said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Hermione’s jaw dropped.
“Did you say Playwitch?” the witch asked in a low voice.
Severus nodded.
“You mean ‘wizards swinging free for the entire world to see’ Playwitch?” Hermione asked him.
“It’s more than that Hermione. Playwitch has its finger on the pulse of all the issues today’s witch faces. It is a magazine of quality,” the Potions Master said.
“And chock full of naked wizards,” the witch seethed, “Severus, you aren’t really thinking about posing for them are you?”
Severus arched an eyebrow.
“I haven’t decided yet. However, I do have an appointment to speak to the editor on Tuesday afternoon to hear what she has to say,” the wizard replied calmly.
“But Severus, that means millions of witches will be seeing your body, seeing your…your attributes,” the witch began.
“I imagine I am not built that much differently than any other wizard who has posed for the magazine. They’ve seen male body parts before, Hermione,” he said silkily.
“But not my wizard’s body parts!” the witch hissed, then blushed furiously. She had never referred to Severus as her wizard before.
Severus smirked at her.
“Your wizard, Hermione?” he asked her, “Am I to assume you believe I belong to you?”
“Well, we’re in the process of working that out. If we are going to be exclusive, Severus, then yes…for all intents and purposes you are for me and no other witch,” Hermione said, frowning at him.
“Posing for a nude picture or two is not infidelity, Hermione,” the Potions Master said. “I will be on parchment.”
“It could be an introduction to infidelity Severus. Once those randy readers get a gander at your goods, they’ll be flocking to your door wanting a closer examination,” Hermione said jealously.
“I highly doubt that, Hermione. My disposition wouldn’t have changed…and as I told you witch…I prefer you to any other witch. Even if I am approached, that will mean nothing. I will have you to meet my needs. And you meet more than my sexual needs. No other witch can compete with you,” the wizard replied sincerely, trying to ease the witch’s fears. “The truth of the matter is there are other benefits to posing for Playwitch, benefits which can be quite lucrative.”
Severus was thinking about possible endorsement contracts.
“I still don’t like it, Severus. I want to be the only witch seeking you out,” the witch replied. “You will be tempted. All those witches are bound to swell your head.”
Severus leaned toward her, his voice dropping to sex timbre.
“The only one who swells my head witch, is you,” he breathed, his eyes glittering at her. They were both in bathrobes and naked underneath them. The Potions Master felt a little throb.
“I don’t want you to do it,” Hermione said firmly.
“Are you attempting to give me orders, Hermione?” Severus asked her darkly.
“No. I am only telling you my feelings, Severus,” the witch said.
“Your feelings are duly noted,” the wizard replied, taking a sip of coffee. “But I am only going to the interview to hear Miss Fitzworten out. I will not make any decision before…before…”
Hermione stared at him.
“Before what?” she snapped.
“Before discussing it with you,” the wizard managed to get out, looking as if he had sucked on a particularly sour lemon drop.
Both of Hermione’s eyebrows rose. Severus was actually going to talk to her before making a decision? This was a huge concession. It seemed as if the wizard was willing to take her feelings into consideration, which translated to: He did care. Still he was going to the interview…but that was his independent streak…his last stronghold of self-direction. Hermione could understand that and didn’t feel so apprehensive now that she knew he wouldn’t just arbitrarily accept. Of course, when they “discussed” it, Hermione intended to bring down the boom. Millions of witches would not be ogling her wizard’s love-wand, galleons be damned.
“All right,” she said, beaming at the wizard.
Severus saw the look of happiness in the witch’s eyes. Apparently, he had said the right thing. He had a feeling sex was going to be very, very good after breakfast.
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A/N: Ok, so they touched on the after-patronage situation. They are going to work things out. Severus made a big concession saying he would discuss the Playwitch situation with Hermione before making a decision. Whoo hoo. Maybe there’s hope for the dark wizard. Anyway, please review.