Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 32 ~ Raucous’ Revenge

Hermione had never been in a relationship before, but she was sure that the one she and Severus had was definitely abnormal. Severus, on the other hand was like a randy child with a new sexual toy. Hermione had more sex in the following three weeks of their relationship then most people had in months. The Potions Master was insatiable and quite sneaky. When Hermione agreed to be his lover, she had no idea it was a twenty-four hour commitment. The halls of Hogwarts had never seen so much action by one couple.

It wasn’t uncommon for Severus to snatch her out of the corridor while disillusioned, drag her into a niche, cast a silencing spell and get himself a rough quickie. If anyone had seen Hermione, they would have thought she was getting herself off in some strange way, pressed face-first into the wall, her robes thrown over her back, her jeans and knickers around her ankles. When he was finished, he’d give her a quick kiss on the cheek, scourgify both of them, and go his snarky little way.

By far the worst example of the Potions Master’s randiness occurred while Hermione was sitting in on a transfiguration class during a lecture given by Minerva. Hermione place was at a rather high table at the back of the class, near the door. She was listening attentively to the Professor, when the door to the class opened and closed quietly, no one really noticing, though Hermione looked at the closed door. She had felt a little breeze.

Suddenly she felt a hand sliding up her leg under the table, and she squealed. Professor McGonagall stopped lecturing, her lips in a thin line as she looked at Hermione.

“Are you all right, Miss Granger?” she asked, frowning at the witch.

“I’m sorry, Professor. My leg got a spasm,” Hermione lied as the warm hand continued to slide up her leg under her robes. She was wearing a skirt.

“Severus,” she hissed in a low voice, “Stop it…get out of here now.”

Now her robes were shifting. She looked down and a head could clearly been seen under it, moving toward her core.

“No!” she hissed as she felt her hips roughly yanked forward so she slouched in the chair. The crotch of her knickers was slowly yanked aside and the robe-covered head moved forward. She buckled as Severus’ tongue slid between her labia and over her clit in a long, slow, wet lick. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and turned red as he lapped at her, using his big nose to stimulate her.

Professor McGonagall’s eyes fell on the red-faced witch.

“You look flushed, Miss Granger. Do you need to go to the infirmary?” Minerva asked as Severus thrust his tongue into her pussy.

“N..no Professor,” Hermione replied, forcing her voice to remain steady. “I’ll be fine.”

Severus ate the witch out thoroughly as she gritted her teeth, trying not to react.

“Kill you,” she gasped.

Severus responded to her threat by thrusting two fingers inside her and fucking her with his long digits, twisting them inside her until she orgasmed. Hiding an orgasm during a lecture in a classroom full of students is a hard thing to pull off. McGonagall stared after Hermione as the witch suddenly jumped up and fled the room, running to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom and letting loose with a yowl, collapsing against the wall as Myrtle watched, shaking her semi-transparent head as the witch shuddered, obviously in the throes of climax.

“You really need to see someone about your sexual deviancy,” the ghost commented as the witch panted, her head falling forward, her pelvis gyrating slightly as her release flowed out of her.

Hermione leveled her dilated eyes at the ghost.

“Myrtle,” she gasped, “go fl…”

Myrtle held up her hand to stop the witch from continuing.

“I know,” the ghost said tiredly, “go flush myself.”

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Raucous had recovered from his stint as a dodo relatively unscathed physically. But mentally, he suffered greatly and picked his birdie brain for a suitable response. Shitting on Hermione just wasn’t good enough for this indignity. She used magic on him all the time. It was distinctly unfair, he had no magic to retaliate with.

He was out flying about the grounds, when he noticed two third years huddled by a copse of trees. Raucous learned long ago huddling students meant something interesting was going on, so he flapped over and settled in the branches of a nearby tree to watch them.

They had a small sack. One student opened and tipped it, a few hard candies falling into his palm.

The brown-hair boy studied them for a moment, then said to his blonde companion, “They look good enough. Try one.”

The blonde wizard shook his head.

“Aw, come on. They’re harmless. They wouldn’t sell them if they weren’t okay. Don’t be a pussy,” the wizard cajoled his friend.

“I don’t trust them. What if I don’t change back, Joseph?” he asked, frowning down at the delicious looking candies.

The brown-haired wizard frowned at the boy as if he were a complete imbecile.

“Jared, Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes guarantees all of their products or your galleons back,” he said confidently, “These Canine Candies are as safe as pudding.”

Jared looked doubtful, but picked up a glistening red candy with white swirls from Joseph’s hand. He looked at it closely, then sniffed it.

“Strawberry crème,” he said, licking his lips.

Raucous watched as the boy popped the candy in his mouth. He sucked on it.

“Wow, it’s really good,” he said to Joseph. Then there was a pop, and a shaggy little white dog sat in the spot the wizard had occupied. Raucous’ beak dropped open as Joseph rolled over laughing as the dog whined, sniffed around then went and peed on a tree. The transformation lasted about fifteen minutes, and Jared turned back into himself just as he was about to take a doggie dump. Joseph was in stitches as he put the candies back in the bag.

“These are great. We have to give a couple to people,” he said grinning, holding up the bag.

Suddenly a dark shadow swooped past him, snagging the bag and ripping it from his hand.

“Hey!” both wizards shouted, running after Raucous, who winged away, the bag dangling from his beak as he headed back toward the castle.

Raucous flew into the owlery and darted through the floo, entering Severus’ study. The bird flew over to the table that sat between the armchairs before the fire and dropped the bag down. Then he flew over to Severus’ desk. The Potions Master had a small glass bowl of paper clips sitting there. Raucous tipped the clips out of the bowl, got a good grip on it and flew back to the table where the bag of candy rested.

Using his clawed foot to hold the bag in place, the raven pulled at the drawstring until he got the bag open, tilted it and shook the candies out. He picked them up one by one and placed them in the bowl in a little glistening pile, adjusting them until they looked the most inviting. Then he carried the bag up to the rafters and left it there.

He knew his master didn’t like hard candy.

But Hermione did.

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Severus stood in Hermione’s study trying to defuse the witch’s righteous anger. After a lot of cajoling, blustering, demanding and downright begging, the wizard convinced Hermione to come back with him to his rooms, promising the witch she could tie him up and have her way with him as punishment for his “little indiscretion” in the transfiguration class.

“Little indiscretion? Severus, you were eating my pussy in the presence of over twenty students, not to mention Minerva, who is probably the most prudish witch in the wizarding world! How do you explain that?” she said angrily, even as she secretly flushed with pleasure.

It had been so wrong on so many levels, but so deliciously illicit. Severus was really ruining the witch the way he took her anyway and anywhere he wanted, making her like it. Hermione was becoming more Slytherin-like every day.

“It’s your fault. You never should have told me you were wearing a skirt underneath your robes. The whole morning all I envisioned was the crotch of your knickers, damp, so easily accessible, and that sweet little…” he tried to explain before Hermione cut him off.

“What happened to the disciplined wizard I fell for?” she asked him, scowling.

Severus scowled back at her.

“I am not required to be disciplined when it comes to you. I am making up for lost time. Besides,” he said, his dark eyes glittering at her, “I thought I was quite disciplined as I pleasured you. I didn’t make a single noise or miss a single bit of your luscious flesh.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at him. Far from being cowed, Severus stepped closer to her, his eyes heated.

“You know you loved it. You love everything I do to you, you little wanton. You were made for fucking in niches and against walls,” he hissed. “You like being manhandled. Don’t think I don’t know. You chose me because you knew instinctively that I would meet your all your twisted little needs.”

Hermione flushed a bit. He was right, of course. She loved every bit of what he did to her. Still, the idea of tying Severus up intrigued Hermione. She had never done that before. Having the wizard at her mercy for once, appealed to her…especially since she felt absolutely merciless. He even knuckled under and said she could bring her wand. He usually forbade her to do so, because some nights he was so rough with her, he was sure she would have hexed him the moment she stopped orgasming. But Hermione was a tough little witch, and loved the way he fucked her. He knew the little witch was a masochist, which was fine with him. He had a thing for domination so it worked out perfectly as far as he was concerned.

“All right,” she said, pointedly ignoring his pinpointing of her wantonness, “Leave your rooms open. I need to take a shower and I’ll be over. Have the ropes ready and waiting.”

Severus nodded, turned and exited her rooms.

Hermione smiled evilly as she headed for the bathroom. This was going to be fun.

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Raucous fluttered down to the back of the armchair when he heard Hermione enter the Potions office. Severus was in his bedroom, waiting for her. The witch walked into the study, wearing a night robe, her white silk nightgown beneath it, her chestnut hair falling softly over her shoulders. She narrowed her eyes at Raucous the moment she saw him and brandished her wand.

“You shit on me tonight and I’ll turn you into a set of quills,” she threatened. Raucous snapped his beak at the witch snarkily as she approached, then fluttered up to the rafters, his beady eyes glittering down at her as she noticed the bowl of candy.

“Ooh,” she said, reaching out and selecting two pieces, popping them into her mouth.

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Severus was testing the strength of several lengths of rope when he heard the bark, and Raucous cawing uproariously. He looked toward his study.

“What in the world…” he said, striding out into the study.

Raucous was perched on the back of the armchair, squawking in amusement at a little chestnut haired bitch that was jumping up at him ineffectively, growling and barking quite viciously. Severus looked at the animal, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Where did you come from?” he asked the bitch, who sat down and looked up at him, her head cocked and whining. It was then he saw Hermione’s wand on the floor.

“Shit,” he breathed.

Severus looked at Raucous sharply. The bird had tumbled off the back of the armchair into the seat. He was on his back, squawking and rolling with mirth. Then his eyes fell on the candy.

“Raucous, what did you do?” he asked his familiar, looking down at the whining bitch.

Raucous sent him images of the two third years, the charmed sweets, him stealing the candy and putting it in the glass dish. Severus watched as Hermione succumbed to her sweet tooth and popped two candies in her mouth. Then there was a little pop and her wand fell to the floor. The little bitch stood there for a moment as Raucous flew down to the back of the chair, then tried to reach the raven.

Hermione ran around the armchair, and grabbed Raucous by the tail feathers, yanking hard and growling. The startled bird let out a squawk and struggled to his feet, and tried to peck the animal as it dragged him out of the chair then released him, preparing to bite him properly. Severus didn’t know what to do, but Raucous did. He launched himself toward the rafters and Hermione’s sharp little teeth snapped at thin air. She ran under the rafters and jumped up at the bird, barking furiously.

Sighing, Severus picked up her wand and walked over to the snarling bitch and picked her up. The amber eyes looked up into his face and whined. He petted her gently as he carried her toward the bedroom. She was going to be furious when she recovered.

“Raucous, I suggest you retire to the owlery tonight,” Severus said over his shoulder as Hermione growled. “When she transforms back, she’s going to be livid. You aren’t safe.”

Raucous didn’t care how pissed she was going to be. This was too good. He cawed negation down at Severus.

“Suit yourself,” the Potions Master said, as he carried the transformed witch into his bedroom.

He approached the bed with her.

“You don’t have fleas, do you?” he asked her.

Hermione promptly bit his finger and he dropped her into the bed.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he responded, mentally adding her biting him to her current list of offenses. He pulled out his wand and fixed the small wound. Then he sat down on the bed.

“Looks like I might have to use one of these ropes for a leash,” he said, picking up the ropes and looking at them wistfully as Hermione growled at him. He looked down at her. She made a cute bitch. Some lonely, rich widow would probably love to pamper her.

“Raucous showed me that the candy came from the Weasley brothers. Hopefully it will wear off soon and we can continue our night,” he said, sliding into the bed.

The bitch climbed on his chest and lay down. He petted her idly, staring up at the ceiling.

His familiar was something else. This had to be the most extreme case of cockblocking he had ever heard of.

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A/N: Lol. Poor Hermione. Raucous got her soooo good. But don’t worry. I’m going to do the rope scene between her and Severus. She’s going to be doubly pissed, so it ought to be interesting. Raucous is his familiar after all, and he refuses to make him be nice to her. So, he may have to pay. Please review this chapter. Thanks.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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