Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 30 ~ No More Interruptions

It was nine o’clock at night by the time Poppy got all of the students right again. Severus flooed to his rooms, wondering if Hermione had given up on him. If she had been furious with him about Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, she had to be rabid about what happened in the storeroom. No matter. He was going to get a shower, throw on his boxers and his robes, then go to her rooms. She was coming with him, he didn’t care how pissed she was, he’d stun her and throw her over his shoulder if he had to. Hermione Granger was getting deflowered and very soundly fucked tonight.

“What a temptress,” he thought as he walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and divestoed his clothing. She had cleanly seduced him. But what the hell else could he have done when she slipped her hot little hand down his trousers? He didn’t suspect she even had that much nerve. She was a virgin for Circe’s sake.

“But she doesn’t want to be one,” his mind whispered to him. “She wants you to fuck her. Badly.”

He stepped into the shower. His cock went instantly hard as he remembered pressing it against her hymen, and the way she looked at him, so hungry, so willing, so wanton. The way she closed her eyes as he counted down, expecting and desiring the pain of his penetration and what would follow it. Hermione was a conscientious witch, but she didn’t give a damn about the explosion when it happened. That was a sure sign that the witch wanted him desperately. Gryffindors always ran to trouble. But she didn’t want to go, or want him to go. Gods, her pussy had been so hot and wet to him, he could only imagine what it felt like to her.

Severus gripped his throbbing cock.

“Don’t worry witch…there will be no more interruptions,” he breathed.

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Hermione sat curled in the armchair, showered, squeaky clean and dressed in her short silk nightie. Her chin rested on her knee. He couldn’t be back yet. He would have come for her, wouldn’t he? But then again, he might be exhausted and decided to wait until he was better rested. She hoped not, prayed not…there was an unbearable knot in her belly that bothered her so badly she tried to take care of it herself, but no matter how much she diddled, she couldn’t orgasm. She suspected Severus’ long fingers had ruined her. Her pussy knew now her own hands weren’t the real thing. She stared at the door, willing the Potions Master to materialize outside of it and knock loud and hard for her.

An image of the Potions Master on top of her, his pale body rocking back and forth strongly shaking the headboard flashed through her mind. She jerked in the chair in reaction as she willed the image away, her pussy throbbing. She had been fighting those images ever since he went to the infirmary. It was as if her body were generating fantasies in an effort to rouse her to some kind of action. If she didn’t have a hymen, she might have transformed something into a dildo, but she didn’t have the luxury of being able to relieve herself that way…yet. Not if she wanted Severus to deflower her.

Gods, she needed him. Where was he?

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Severus slipped on his robes and buttoned them up. As he was doing so Raucous waddled into the room and squawked at him reproachfully. He sent an image of a decimated raven and then of fish.

Severus looked down at the transformed dodo.

“Oh, I’m sorry Raucous. It’s been a busy day and going to be an even busier night. I’ll have some fish sent down immediately,” the Potions Master said, finishing buttoning up his robes and walking to the floo to order the bird some food.

Dodo Raucous looked in the Potions Master’s mind and saw him furiously mating with the hated Hermione. He squawked distastefully. This mating would probably be a good thing to the witch, and she didn’t deserve anything good.

In a moment a house elf appeared with a large platter of fish. Severus brought it out into the study and set it down in a corner, the dodo rolling after him. As Raucous ate, the Potions Master laid some parchment down next to the platter.

“You’re going to have to stay out here tonight, Raucous,” the Potions Master said.

The dodo scowled at him. He had planned on sleeping in the Potions Master room like he did last night.

“I don’t think Hermione will take kindly to you watching me bust a new hole in her,” Severus said, feeling himself throb.

Raucous sent him and image of an extended middle finger followed by a devil-Hermione.

“That’s just what I intend to do,” the Potions Master said, walking toward the study entrance. “I need you to behave yourself tonight, Raucous. No trying to attack her when I bring her in. Just for tonight.”

Raucous clipped his crooked beak non-commitally.

The Potions Master opened the study wall, entered his office and exited into the corridor. He walked swiftly down to Hermione’s rooms. He raised his fist to knock, then hesitated. He tried the door. It was locked, but he didn’t feel a ward in place.

He took out his wand and said softly, “Alohamora” He heard the door click.

Inside her rooms, Hermione heard the click as well. She instantly went on point as the door was flung open and Severus strode in. He stopped for a moment, his black eyes sweeping over her. The way she was sitting, he could see her fine crop of chestnut hair covering her sex and the lips of her labia. His jaw tightened, as did his loins.

Hermione was frozen in place. She felt she couldn’t breathe, much less move

Severus looked at her a moment longer, then strode over to her, grasping her by her arm and yanking her out of the chair.

“My rooms. Now,” he hissed at her, his nostrils flaring with desire as he scented her arousal.

She had creamed herself when he pulled up out of the chair so roughly.

He had a good grip on her arm as he walked her through her door, closing it behind them then took her to his office entrance and pushed her through the door, closing it also. He was so focused on the witch it hadn’t occurred to him that someone might have seen him bringing the nightgown clad witch to his rooms. No one did however.

Hermione stopped and looked at him. Severus scowled at her hesitation and gestured to the open study wall.

“Through the study and straight to my bedroom,” he breathed at her, his eyes hard with lust.

Hermione’s heart was pounding. He was so commanding…so hard. She just stood there, staring at him.

Severus frowned at Hermione before he impatiently strode toward her and swept her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing. He carried the witch through his study, past a glaring Raucous and into his bedroom.

He set her down, closed, locked and securely warded the door, then turned to her. He didn’t say a word to her, just started unbuttoning his robes, his black eyes never leaving her face. His gaze was set and intensely focused. Hermione was reminded of the way the Potions Master looked at Marcus when he was waiting for Hagrid to give the command to fight.

Hermione swallowed as she realized that was the way he looked when he was about to get physical. Very physical.

He peeled off his robes, tossed them across the room to the chair and stood before her, his lean, pale body taut, every muscle defined by his tenseness. His silk boxers were enormously tented.

“You have haunted me this entire day, Hermione. First, this morning, with your orgasm at my hands. The taste of you is embedded in my memory. Then, your responsiveness in Myrtle’s bathroom, how you drove me to the point of taking you. Myrtle spared you. Then this afternoon, when you were brazen enough to call me to the storeroom and stick your hot, little hands down my boxers, when I knew you had never touched a cock in your life, driving me to the point of taking you again, and I felt your heat and your readiness, and was actually was in the position to penetrate you. But again you were saved,” he said in a low, controlled voice.

Severus took a step toward her. The witch began to noticeably tremble as that strong body eased toward her, slowly, dangerously like a big cat stalking its prey. Suddenly, she felt very small, and very vulnerable, despite the heat washing over her body.

“Well, Hermione there is no Myrtle here, or any dunderheaded students to save you from me now, witch. There is nothing between you and I but a small stretch of skin that protects your virtue. I am taking that now…all of it, and all of you.”

He strode up to her, and stood an hands breath away, looking down at her, the heat and strength pulsating off his body making the witch’s senses whirl.

“You’ve been saving yourself for me. I believe it’s time for me to empty the account,” he said. He caught the bottom of her nightgown in both hands and slowly pulled it up, revealing her body inch by inch.

“Lift your arms, witch,” he breathed.

Hermione obeyed and he pulled the gown over her head, removing it completely and throwing it to the chair, where it joined his robes. He placed his hands on her hips, and slowly slid them up her body, over her waist and around the curve of her breasts, over her collarbone, and up her throat, then through her hair. The witch’s eyes went half-lidded at the feel of his hands on her body. Suddenly, he lifted her and carried her to the bed and lay her down in it.

Severus looked down on her beautiful body, his black eyes drifting down over her breasts, flat belly, narrow waist and coming to rest on the chestnut bush between her thighs. Hermione shifted anxiously under his gaze and he could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs. The Potions Master let out a low growl.

Hermione never felt so vulnerable or turned on in her life. It felt as if a river were flowing out of her, she could feel her thighs becoming wet. And gods, did he just growl at her?

Severus lowered his boxers, his cock springing out as if it were hiding for a surprise party and the guest of honor just walked in. Hermione caught her breath. The Potions Master was huge. He didn’t have a cock, he had a battering ram. The Potions Master watched the emotions play across the witch’s face as she looked at the part of him that would soon be part of her. There was nervousness, but hunger and lust as well. And then…he looked at her closely as her eyes slid back up to his…there was tenderness too, a glow behind the fire not caused by her body’s need, but by something deeper, something separate…something…

Severus climbed into the bed, his body skimming hers as he moved over her, positioning himself over her small body, breathing heavily as his cock dragged across her thigh. He looked down at Hermione, finally underneath him. He held himself up by one hand as he slapped her leg to make her move it, spreading herself wider as he positioned his thick organ against her warmth, hissing as the head slid through her wetness. She was well lubricated. She arched slightly, moaning as he slid over her clit in the process of settling against her opening.

“Bend your knees more,” he breathed at her. She did as he asked, her breasts rising and falling with emotion and need as her knees rose on either side of his body.

“Yes, that’s perfect, my little virgin,” he growled. He was ready to take her.

“Wrap your arms around me…hold on to me,” he whispered, pressing against her lightly, preparing himself to lunge.

Severus felt moment of hesitation as the witch wrapped her arms around him as best she could. She had to hold on to his lower back, he was too tall to reach his neck. He could feel her fingertips playing over his scars, and her nails. More than likely she would reflexively embed them in his back when he deflowered her.

“Look at me,” he breathed as Hermione’s eyes swept over his poised body, “Look me in my eyes. I want to see what you look like when you take me inside.”

Hermione looked up into the face of the wizard she’d longed for all this time. He had a slight frown on his face, but it wasn’t anger or displeasure. Those black eyes were locked to hers.

“You have such beautiful eyes,” she whispered

“They reflect what they see, Hermione,” he growled, lifting his hips slightly, focused on his target. A look of determination washed over his features and Hermione knew this was it.

“Say goodbye to your virginity,” he whispered, then he thrust into the witch, ripping through her hymen and forcing his cock through her slick tightness, as the witch arched against him, digging her nails into his back and screaming as if he had mortally wounded her, tears rolling down her face as he stretched her around his thick shaft.

Hermione writhed under him, making small noises like a hurt animal as he held himself steady inside her tight heat, hissing with pleasure and forcing himself not to start thrusting yet as her pussy clutched him, pulsing with life. He was inside her, the only wizard to have her like this, and he hadn’t felt anything so delicious, so exquisite in many, many years. Severus lowered himself to his elbows and licked the tears from her cheeks, savoring the salt of them, looking at the witch, memorizing the moment of her deflowerment. Finally, she fell still, her chest still rising and falling.

“That hurt,” she whispered up at him.

“A necessary pain,” he replied softly though his black eyes glittered at her. “Now…”

He pulled back, sliding his shaft almost completely out of her, causing the witch to squeal in pleasure and alarm as she felt his hardness withdrawing. He was so close, a part of her, she didn’t want him to leave her now. Instinctively she thrust her hips up, not wanting Severus to break their contact, their entwining.

“Oh my gods, Severus, don’t…don’t…” Hermione moaned as the Potions Master eased his thick shaft back inside her, parting her sensitive flesh and filling her.

“You like that?” he asked her, his voice shuddering with pleasure as he began to gently stroke the witch, her warmth and tightness caressing his cock, his shaft and balls already covered in her free flowing juices.

“Yes. You feel so good,” she breathed as his hardness soothed her ache, eased her need.

“Move your hips…meet me, show me you want it,” he hissed, rotating his pelvis and making her cry out in delight as she thrust forward, taking him deeper. Gods, he was so big it was like having a bat moving inside her, stretching her, a warm, pulsing bat of iron and velvet sending waves of pleasure washing over her with every penetration. She could feel every ridge of his thick, throbbing organ parting her flesh over and over. Gods, he felt so good.

Severus’ bottom lip hung slack as he buried himself gently in and out of the moaning witch, sliding deeper slowly with each thrust, holding back, not quite hitting bottom yet. Her voice was beautiful, as was she, her brow wrinkled, her amber eyes half-closed as he fucked her. This was for Hermione, however. Her first orgasm would be gentle, befitting a virgin. But once he got it out of the way…

“Faster,” Hermione moaned.

Severus moved faster, his buttocks clenching between her thighs as he made the witch arch and groan louder. He hit bottom for the first time and she buckled, her eyes flying open as he began to bang the head of his cock lightly against her cervix, causing her to cry out rhythmically at the small, welcome ache he was causing as he started fucking her a bit harder. It stung, but it was a good sting, it was a sting she wanted…there was something just on the other side of it she needed. Her body started to jerk under his increasing speed, and Severus watched her full breasts bounce and jiggle in time with his thrusts. It was getting harder to hold back…he needed to bring her to orgasm soon so he could take the witch the way she really deserved. If she wasn’t a virgin he’d be bouncing her off the headboard by now. The Potions Master began to angle his thrusts, holding himself against her, working at bringing her to release, pulling out almost completely and sliding his full length in and out of her over and over, stimulating the witch as much as he could.

Hermione began to keen, her body heating up, and Severus started pistoning into her faster, still holding back, checking himself, hitting her just hard enough to take her higher, closer to the edge without losing himself. He felt her tightening, and gritted his teeth to keep from slamming into her like he wanted to.

“Severus, Severus, oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods…”

Hermione stiffened, then began shuddering, digging her nails into his back again as she exploded over him with a shriek, orgasming so strongly he felt as if she were choking his cock, her liquid heat flowing over him as her pussy sucked at his head and shaft hungrily. He groaned, and stilled, enjoying the sensation of her first surrender.

“I love you, Severus,” the witch gasped, her eyes rolling up into her head as she was lost to bliss.

At her declaration, Severus closed his eyes and mentally started counting back from one hundred to try and keep from tearing into the spasming witch. It was next to impossible to keep from throwing her legs over his shoulders and ramming himself deep inside her sweet snatch, but he managed. He still had control. But he could tell it wouldn’t last much longer, his cock felt as if it were inflating even larger inside her tight, rippling sleeve.

“Hurry up, witch” he thought selfishly as Hermione slowly began to come back, the pulsing easing around his cock. Finally, Hermione’s eyes snapped open and looked up at him, shining with passion and release.

“That was amazing,” she breathed, her face full of wonder.

Severus was in no mood for praise. He slid out of the witch, and pulled her up into a sitting position. Hermione saw there was blood on his loins and thighs. Her blood. The proof that she had kept herself for him. The proof that he had taken her.

“That was a warm-up,” he growled, grabbing her waist and twisting her body around roughly, “A minimal fucking suitable for panting little virgins. Now that I’ve done my duty posing as a gentle deflowerer, Hermione, it’s time for the real thing…and a little payback in the process.”

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A/N: Ah, warm-up lemons. Very sweet for Hermione. Hoped she appreciated that, because now it’s bammer time. Lol. Sorry for such a late posting, but I fell asleep. Please review.

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The Burning Pen

Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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