Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 28 ~ Mid-morning Meeting

Hermione entered the Great Hall through the double doors rather than the staff entrance. She hadn’t really meant to do this, but she was so distracted she missed the turn to enter that way.

Severus, eating a stack of pancakes, watched her with hooded eyes the memory of bringing her to passionate release still fresh in his mind. Gods, the witch was hair-trigger, starved for him, and it had taken all his strength to leave her in her rooms still a virgin. He had practically ran from her this morning. He couldn’t taste or smell her any longer. He had to scourgify himself. It wouldn’t do to have walked into breakfast smelling of pussy.

By the fit of her robes, he could tell she still didn’t put any clothing on underneath. She was so fucking accessible. He half wished he didn’t know Hermione was running around Hogwarts in only her bra and knickers. It was going to distract him all day.

As she passed behind him to walk to her seat, he could feel her heat wash over him as if carried by a strong wind. Every nerve ending in his body was attuned to her. He didn’t think he would be able to be gentle with the witch at all. The idea of her coming to his rooms and being behind closed doors with him was too arousing. He only hoped he wouldn’t rip the clothing from her body. He wanted to have some dignity about himself when he took her. Going into total meltdown wouldn’t exactly project the smooth, methodical lover he was.

He looked down the table at the witch, and she caught his eyes and blushed, looking away from him quickly. He wondered how long she would be able to retain that ability to blush after he had fucked her every way imaginable. If his dreams were any indication, Hermione was in for a long, rough ride. She would be a snug fit, he was sure of that. Merlin, he couldn’t wait to slide inside her and start pounding.

His eyes narrowed a bit. Bra and knickers only? The witch was a slave to her sexuality. Maybe he would accost her again, maybe spend the day keeping her aroused, catching her in the corridors between classes and molesting her a little bit here, a little bit there. It was certainly a delicious thought. She had a class with him this afternoon…he could send her to the Potions stores and follow her. Circe, she’d be changing her knickers all day long.

He grinned slightly as he thought about this. It would be playing with fire on his part however. This morning when he rubbed himself against Hermione’s hot little body, she had wanted him to fuck her desperately. Although she had no experience in seduction, she had aroused him enough to consider doing just that. If he pressed her throughout the day, she was sure to ask him again, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to deny her. Even if it were a fast, hard fuck. He could imagine it, deflowering her in a niche, her body facing the wall, her robes thrown up over her hips, knickers lowered, his pale hand clamped over her mouth to keep her quiet as he fucked her from behind.

The Potions Master’s erection returned with a vengeance and he fought back a groan. Whose hand would be clamped over his mouth if he did that? He was certain he wouldn’t be able to help voicing his pleasure. There was just as good a chance that someone would hear him as much as her.

But the idea of keeping her on edge was very appealing, very appealing indeed.

So when Hermione was leaving the transfiguration classroom on her way to lunch, and a strong hand hand suddenly clasped over her mouth, and she was pulled out of the corridor into Moaning Myrtle’s unused lavatory, she was terribly frightened…until she felt a lean, hard body back her against the wall and press against hers. She nearly melted as warm lips found her throat, and a strong hand caressed her breasts and belly. She couldn’t see Severus, but she could feel him, gods she could feel him. The Potions Master was disillusioned.

The top few buttons of her robes opened themselves until her bra was exposed. Her right breast began to move in a circular motion, as the witch groaned.

“Merlin, Severus what are you doing to me?” she sighed, her eyelids fluttering as he fondled her breast. Sharp tongues of fire were licking at her thighs and she pressed her pelvis forward into the invisible body against her.

“If you don’t want to be accosted by me all day,” the disembodied voice of the Potions Master whispered, “I suggest you put something on under these robes.”

Hermione gasped as her bra raised itself and both of her breasts were exposed.

“Beautiful,” the Potions Master sighed. Hermione groaned as she felt his mouth surround her hardened nipple, and suckle her, his hand sliding down her belly slowly.

Again Hermione felt his erection pressing into her belly, and she slid herself against him, rolling her hips instinctively. Her nipple was released as she heard a hiss, then she was slammed against the wall hard, crushed by him as the invisible Potions Master ground his cock against her hard, his breathing ragged.

“You have no idea how hard it is to keep from taking you,” he growled, humping against the panting witch.

“Do it,” Hermione moaned.

A groan answered her, and she felt her robes being hiked up.

“Gods,” she thought, “He’s going to do it.”

She felt his warm hands pulling at the elastic waistband of her knickers and she lifted her hips off the wall. The Potions Master, still invisible, started to pull them down around her thighs when a voice sounded behind them.

“What are you doing?”

Moaning Myrtle stood outside her bathroom stall, her head cocked, looking at the panting, writhing witch.

Hermione’s robes dropped back down and the door to the bathroom opened and closed.

“Noooo,” Hermione groaned. She looked at the ghost in irritation.

“Damn it, Myrtle. What are you doing here?” Hermione hissed at her in frustration.

The ghost adjusted her glasses then put her hands on her hips.

“I belong here. This is my bathroom. I died here. Now, what are you doing here? Masturbating?” the ghost replied, frowning at the witch as Hermione fixed her bra and buttoned up her robes.

“No, I wasn’t masturbating,” Hermione retorted.

“Well, you were doing something sexual,” Myrtle said, “You should have seen yourself wallowing against the wall and groaning, your tits showing and moving all funny.”

Hermione scowled again.

“Go flush yourself, Myrtle!” she snarled at the cockblocking ghost, pushing her way out of the bathroom and storming off, hot and frustrated.

Myrtle looked after the departing witch, then shrugged and walked back through the closed door of her stall, then did just that.

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Still disillusioned, Severus rode the shifting stairwells back to the main floor. His cock was swollen and throbbing. He had almost deflowered Hermione in a girl’s bathroom. Circe. If Moaning Myrtle hadn’t appeared, he’d be fucking her against the bathroom wall right now for all he was worth. The witch was so receptive.

“Do it,” she had said.

Severus thought he had never heard two more seductive words in his whole life. But in a way he was glad Myrtle showed up. The Potions Master thought he’d have enough discipline and control to simply take some pleasure from the witch, then go his way leaving her hot, bothered and ready for more. It didn’t work out that way. His cock had other ideas. It pulsed against him demandingly, uncomfortably hard and hungry. He should never have teased himself this way. His erection was almost painful, the pressure was so much.

When he reached the Main Hall, he headed for his Potions class, bumping into startled students who looked around with wide eyes, wondering who had collided with them. He reached his classroom and headed for his Potions stores. He removed the disillusionment spell and looked through the bottles until he found what he was searching for. He uncapped the bottle and drank the deflating draught straight down, draining the bottle.

He felt his cock throb several times, then relief as it slowly deflated. He sighed and leaned back against the wall, setting the empty bottle back on the shelf. Collecting himself, he closed the stores, warded it and left his class, heading for the Great Hall.

Hermione was already seated, and shot an angry glare at him when he entered through the staff entrance. She looked frustrated and furious. Professor McGonagall glanced at the witch with concern.

“Are you all right, Hermione?” the witch asked her.

Hermione’s amber eyes shifted to the Transfiguration Professor.

“Yes, Minerva. I was involved in something rather important and was cut off before I could finish,” she said, still frowning down the table at Severus.

Minerva smiled.

“Yes my dear. I know just how you feel. I was working on a transfiguration spell the other day when Albus summoned me, and I lost all my train of thought. It was quite disturbing. I was out of sorts the rest of the day. Perhaps some tea would help,” she suggested.

“I doubt tea will do the trick, Minerva,” Hermione said flatly.

“You’d be surprised,” Minerva replied, pouring herself a generous cup of the brew and adding sugar.

Severus’ black eyes glittered at the witch.

“You fucking tease,” Hermione mouthed at him silently.

He smirked at her, understanding what she said. This irritated the witch all the more. She had been so hot, she wouldn’t have cared if he had fucked her right in front of Myrtle. If she found herself in that kind of situation again before the day’s end, she’d make it impossible for him to resist her. She was a virgin, but Ginny told her what to do and say to make a wizard go crazy.

This morning she might not have been brave enough to try it, but now…now she’d do just about anything to get rid of the throbbing ache inside her. She had been so close to having him, and her body was protesting the interruption, sending pulses of longing throughout her. How was she going to make it through this day? Particularly with Severus accosting her, teasing her and not fulfilling her? And witches were supposed to be teases.

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Severus was a bit surprised Hermione was angry. He expected her to be hot and bothered, but not angry at him. It pleased him that she was so randy for him that she was probably on the brink of hexing him. It gave him a feeling of even more power. The witch needn’t worry though. She’d be crawling away from him before the night was over. She wouldn’t get far either.

He had almost folded and buried himself in that hot, little body. Hermione wasn’t the least bit concerned about being taken in a Hogwarts bathroom. Severus’ previous belief about all women being born whores popped into his mind unbidden. Heeding Albus’ words, he tried to justify Hermione’s response another way, taking a look at his own actions this time, instead of hers.

It wasn’t the witch’s fault, he had driven her to such a high degree of lust all that mattered to her was him. Everything else around her faded. Location, situation, reason, logic, inhibition…none of that mattered. He drove all reason out of her. Of course she would let him take her in a bathroom when she was incapable of coherent thought or action and her body was crying out for fulfillment. In her state, she probably would have let him fuck her anyplace where they had privacy. It wasn’t that the witch had the morals of a whore, it was that she was lost to her passion, a passion he ignited when he began to take his pleasure of her the way he did. He was the one who pulled the witch into the bathroom. He was the one who touched and caressed her until she was beyond caring.

Severus sighed. He had so much baggage with him. So much bitterness inside because of something that happened years ago with a woman he had loved. Hermione Granger was offering him love again…and he knew for certain she was pure, untouched and only had eyes for him. It would be a safe assumption, seeing her loyalty to her friends and family, that she would continue to keep herself for him only, particularly after becoming intimate with him. After all, she had saved herself for years when he had no interest in her. Why would she change after getting her heart’s desire? Particularly if he satisfied all her physical needs.

But, what about her emotional needs? Someone could come along kinder than he…someone who could satisfy her in a way he couldn’t because he was so withdrawn and undemonstrative in his normal state. He didn’t want to pretend with her that he was tender and kind. He wasn’t. But the witch knew this…maybe all she would need was for him to open up to her now and then. For him to show some trust. Trust. That was a big word for him and an even bigger act. He hadn’t trusted a woman for many, many years. Could he let go of the beliefs he had carried for so many years about women? He had always been resistant to change…but if he was in error all these years, and it really appeared that he was…he would have to make some deep adjustments to his psyche.

Would Hermione wait for that change? Perhaps.

Severus looked down the table again at the scowling witch. She was stubborn, she was driven. He was her focus for four years when he made no attempt at connection. Now that he had finally responded to her, given in as it were, she would continue to hold on, keep working at him, on him until she was satisfied. She was a Gryffindor after all. For the first time he admitted to himself that he was glad she was.

Severus looked at Hermione again. She was still glowering at him.

Her beneficial house qualities duly noted and appreciated, he was still going to love reaming the beautiful witch senseless on his Slytherin sheets.

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A/N: Yeah, I know. I have to do the build up thing. It’s kinda sexy really. A disillusioned Snape having his way with you. Sigh. Heh heh. Stay with me…it will be boiling over soon. They still have class together this afternoon. Maybe Hermione will seduce him in the storeroom. :::eg::: Please review. (Note the subtle extortion on my part: Only reviews will make me write faster)

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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