Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 27 ~ Morning Meeting

Hermione awoke the next morning and just lay in her bed, her belly in knots as she thought what awaited her at the day’s end. She needed to go see Poppy and get a contraceptive patch. Hopefully the medi-witch wouldn’t embarrass her with too many questions, or worse, advice.

Hermione was aware of how sex worked technically, from books, and she had heard about it in actual operation from Ginny Weasley who was quite thorough in her descriptions of how it felt with the right wizard. It was Ginny who told her back in her seventh year that sex with a mature wizard was much better than with one her own age. She claimed mature wizards were more thorough and appreciative, that they knew what to do and how to do it.

Hermione had no doubt that the Potions Master knew exactly what to do. Hell, just with his words he made her feel as if she would melt into a steaming puddle of lust. What would it be like to hear that voice while he was inside of her? What would it be like to have him inside of her? She had fantasized about it for four years now, and in a few hours she would know the answer.

She wondered how he would feel about her afterwards? Would he immediately begin not to trust her like he said? She hoped his heart would soften toward her after he deflowered her…he was going to be her first. She had saved herself for him. Hermione thought that might mean something to the wizard though he basically said he wanted his due from her for giving him so much trouble. If giving him trouble was what got her in his arms, then she’d gladly give him trouble constantly.

Severus liked her arguementive and retalitory. She had to be sure she remained that way, though she was sure, between him and Raucous, it would be relatively easy to stay in hex mode. Would he want to continue with her? She would do her best to make him want to be her lover. She wanted this to be something that would span more than one night. She hoped she pleased him…so much seemed to hang on her pleasing him. What if she were frigid?

No, she doubted she’d be feeling the ache she felt between her legs this morning if she were unable to respond to sex. The very idea of the Potions Master fucking her made her drip puddles. Watching him fight yesterday only added to his appeal. To think she would be with him, feeling all that strength directed at her.

Hermione shivered deliciously, wrapping her arms around her body and hugging herself tightly. She slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom, used the loo and stripped to take a shower. The warm water felt so good on her skin, and she fought the urge to masturbate, she was so aroused by the knowledge tonight she would have her wizard. She left the shower, dried herself off and dressed traditionally. Well, almost. She felt so hot and randy, she only wore her underthings under her robes, so the shifting, billowing fabric could move across her bare skin.

Everything felt strange and unreal. She imagined this might be what someone who was sentenced to be executed might feel on the day of his death. Of course, she wasn’t going to be executed…she was going to be fucked by a man who made no promise of gentleness or kindness. There would be a death of sorts however, of her innocence. For the first time in her life, her body would belong to another, be for someone else’s pleasure as well as her own.

She exited her rooms, and Severus was leaving his. She wondered for a moment if he planned these meetings. They seemed to always be departing or arriving at the same time. A thrill went through her at the sight of him. His bruises had healed, and his big nose looked fine. She would have never suspected he had been in a fight if she hadn’t seen it for herself. He looked at her, his black eyes seeming more intense than she ever remembered them being.

That’s because they were. The Professor had erotic dreams about fucking the witch all night long, and the sight of her made his nostrils flare. She stood there before her rooms door, her amber eyes wide as they looked at him. He could see her fighting her desire. His black eyes swept over her robes…they didn’t look bulky underneath as they rested against her body. He wondered…

Severus swept up to the witch, stood in front of her and looked down on her. Then in one fluid motion he backed her against the door, pressing his lean body into hers. Hermione gasped at the feeling of him against her. She could feel his warmth through the robes’ fabric directly on her exposed skin.

“What are you wearing under your robes?” he asked her quietly, feeling her quiver against him.

He couldn’t do this for long. His Slytherins would soon be leaving for breakfast. It wouldn’t do for them to see their Head of House pressing his body against the witch as he was doing. But she was giving off too much heat to be wearing anything much beneath her robes.

“What are you wearing?” he hissed at her, pressing against her harder.

Hermione was almost incoherent with the feelings rushing through her. Gods, if only he would do it now. Not make her wait. She wanted to feel him skin to skin, touch that strong pale body.

“My underthings,” she whispered.

“No clothes?” he questioned her, “Why no clothes, Miss Granger?”

He began to harden against her, and heard her breath catch as she felt him against her belly. He rubbed against her a little. He couldn’t help it…the look in her eyes was intoxicating.

“Call me Hermione,” she said to him, “I just want to hear you say my name…like this,” she whispered up at him.

“Why no clothes, Hermione?” he replied, his voice holding a bit of growl.

Gods, he had an erection and it was big. She could feel it throbbing against her.

“I wanted to feel my robes brushing against my skin,” she said softly, “my skin is so…so…”

“Sensitive?” he purred, “You don’t want your robes to touch you, Hermione, you want me to.”

Severus let his hand slip over the curve of her breast and along her waist. The witch trembled powerfully, a little moan ecsaping her lips…a moan that shot down his spine and to his cock.

“Damn, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he breathed at her, rubbing his cock against her again, making the witch moan once more before he reluctantly stepped back from her. Some students were coming. “The day isn’t going to pass quickly enough.”

“Do it now then,” Hermione said softly.

The Slytherin students looked at the Potions Master and Hermione curiously as they passed. They knew something was going on by the look in Hermione’s eyes.

“I bet he’s shagging her,” said one Slytherin girl to the other students, “Look at how she’s looking at him.”

“He does look kind of intense,” another agreed. “He probably is doing her.”

“But she’s a Gryffindor,” said a third year, looking back at the couple.

“Even Gryffindors have pussies, stupid,” a fifth year spat at him, yanking the youngster along.

“Now?” Severus repeated, arching an eyebrow.

“Yesss,” Hermione hissed. “I can’t wait for tonight. I’m burning up.”

Indeed the witch was writhing against the door, clamping her thighs together. The wizard looked at her, sorely tempted to do as she asked, but there wouldn’t be enough time. He was no five minute wizard. He didn’t want to have a quick fuck with her…he wanted to give her the full treatment. He had to eat, and then he had a class to teach at ten. It was seven-thirty now.

“No, Hermione. I can’t. I need time with you,” he said, scowling at her.

“Can’t you do something, Severus? I can’t stand this,” she groaned.

He looked at her.

“Open your door,” he directed her.

Hermione was at the edge, he could tell. She was almost cross-eyed with need. It would only take a moment to ease her desire.

Hermione unlocked her door and walked in. Severus made sure no one saw him enter. He closed the door and grabbed Hermione, swinging the witch against it. He hiked up her robe and slipped his hand under the crotch her knickers, his long fingers touching her hot, wet core for the first time, his eyes locked to her startled face.

“Severus” she gasped as his fingers touched her heat.

The Potions Master flicked a finger expertly over Hermione’s clit.

The witch shrieked as a sweetness burst inside her. The Potions Master was right. It hadn’t taken much at all.

Severus ran his fingers over the orgasming witch’s pussy lightly, and touched the hymen stretched over her entrance. She was definitely a virgin. He could feel her release leaking around it, hot and thick as he rubbed his fingers against her. Hermione’s voice was sweet and broken as she writhed against the door. Severus was so tempted to fuck her as he looked into her hungry, half-lidded eyes. But he removed his hand, and licked his fingers slowly, tasting her. Her fluids were musky and clean. He knew he had to leave or the night would arrive quicker than he wanted.

“You should be all right for now,” he said to her, moving her from the door and quickly exiting.

“Severus,” Hermione called after him rather weakly. But he was gone.

Feeling dizzy, she walked into her small study and collapsed in the armchair. She was still shuddering, still panting. Gods, he had touched her pussy with his fingers and made her explode instantly. She’d never felt anything so good. Hermione had orgasms before by masturbating, but her hands were nothing like his, coming never felt like that. He hadn’t touched her much either. And he had put his fingers in his mouth and looked as if he liked the way she tasted. She never thought he would taste her.

The Potions Master left so quickly. How could he leave her so quickly after what he had done to her? After what he made her feel?

She needed to go change her knickers and her robes and get to breakfast.

It was going to be a long, long day.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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