Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 36 ~ A Little Punishment, a Little Reward

Severus lay beside Hermione for several minutes before he sat up and rose from the bed. Hermione watched his long, lean body stride across the bedroom, grab the wooden chair against the wall and carry it to the center of the room. He sat down in it, both hands resting on his knees.

Hermione sat up looking at him. Did he want to have sex in the chair? Well, she could definitely do that. She started to stand.

“I did not tell you to get up, Miss Granger,” he snarled at her. “Sit down!”

Hermione dropped back onto the bed.

“Sorry, sir,” Hermione said.

The Professor scowled.

“Didn’t I tell you earlier that I didn’t want to hear your excuses, Miss Granger?” he asked her, frowning.

Hermione’s eyes flashed.

“I wasn’t giving you excuses, I was apologizing,” she retorted.

Severus’ face went black.

“Are you talking back to your teacher, Miss Granger?” he asked her, rising slowly from his chair beginning to walk toward her slowly, his black eyes hard.

Hermione swallowed and blinked up at him. Gods, he was so commanding.

“No sir,” she said in a small voice.

Severus stopped in front of her glowering down at the witch.

“Don’t lie. You were talking back to me. Attempting to argue with me AND correct me. The student does not correct the teacher. The teacher corrects the student, Miss Granger,” he declared.

Suddenly his pale hand shot out and caught her tightly by the wrist, dragging her up.

“You are in dire need of correction, Miss Granger, for a number of things.”

He pulled her toward the chair.

Hermione felt herself dripping with excitement. He was going to ‘correct’ her. The gods of masochism were showering her with blessings.

Severus released Hermione and sat down in the chair, his knees straight out in front of him.

“Lie down across my lap, Miss Granger,” he ordered.

Hermione stood there and looked at him, visibly trembling…and it wasn’t from fear. Though she felt a bit of apprehension.

“Are you deaf, witch? Stop all that useless trembling. It won’t move me to mercy one bit. Lie down across my lap now!” the Potions Master snarled at her. His cock throbbed noticeably.

Hermione jumped a bit when he yelled at her, and obediently lay across his legs. Severus adjusted her so her ass was in perfect spanking position. Hermione closed her eyes, waiting for his hand to fall. But he just held her on his lap for a moment, then started caressing her bottom gently. She still had the pink mark from when he swatted her. He slipped his fingers between her thighs and hissed.

“My, my. You are quite wet, Miss Granger. Why is that?” he asked her, rubbing and pinching her clit, making the witch gasp and wriggle with pleasure.

“I’m turned on, sir,” Hermione gasped, almost in a shriek as he manipulated her.

“Are you really, Miss Granger?” he asked, sliding two fingers inside her and thrusting with purpose, his thumb continually flicking over her hardened peak, making Hermione moan.

“Oh, Severus…” she panted

“Do not call me by my given name, Miss Granger,” the Potions Master seethed, pulling his fingers out of her and swatting her right buttock with the palm of his hand sharply. Hermione jerked and yelped, quieting as the Potions Master rubbed the reddening spot he hit gently. Then he inserted his fingers back inside her, resuming his stimulation of her clit.

Hermione was writhing on his lap, and he stared down at her struggling body, his cock growing hard. He moved his fingers faster.

“I order you to come, Miss Granger,” he hissed, wrapping his hand in her long curls again, and pulling her head up as he worked on her. Having her hair yanked made Hermione sob with need, and Severus inserted a third finger, mashing her clit with his thumb. The witch exploded, shrieking, and Severus began to spank her soundly, her cries of pain and pleasure like music to him, his cock hardening to complete readiness instantly.

Hermione was coming and going, the sting of his hand and the bliss of her climax sending her soaring to new heights of pleasure.

“Oh gods, she sobbed, “I can’t … I can’t,” she gasped.

The Professor stopped spanking her. His chest was heaving.

“You can’t…but I can, Miss Granger,” he said, pushing her off him and rising, then turning the witch and bending her.

“Hold on to the chair, Miss Granger. Time to bring the lesson to a close,” He said, moving behind her and gripping her waist. He slid into her hard, and the witch buckled, her back arching up, moving her away from him.

Severus pressed his hand firmly on the small of her back to hold her steady as he began to fuck her hard, his loins slapping against her ass, a scream emitting from her each time he hit bottom.

“Yes..yess…yes,” the Professor breathed, watching his huge cock bury itself in her pussy.

Hermione’s diminutive size was a big turn on for the wizard. He was constantly testing the witch’s limits and worked her over so thoroughly sometimes, he swore it had to be her Gryffindor stubbornness that kept her from breaking.

He leaned over the shrieking witch, pressing his lips against her ear as he pulled her into him almost violently.

“You bit me,” he hissed, “Apologize.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed deep inside her, rotating his pelvis, lifting Hermione to the balls of her feet, his cock twisting inside her.

“Oh my gods, I’m sorry, Severus,” she gasped, a shriek at the end of it.

“What? I can’t hear you,” he whispered, then he released her waist, and started ramming into her again, harder.

“I’m sorry!” she cried.

“Better,” he gasped as her pussy clutched and caressed his plunging cock.

Hermione was squishing around him, her juices flowing. Severus closed his eyes, biting his lip, focusing on the slide of his cock in and out of her sweet, tight sleeve, the feel of her soft skin under his hands, the sound of Hermione’s voice breaking as he took his fill of her, and the scent of jasmine and sex that filled the bedroom. This was his greatest pleasure. Not just fucking the witch, but knowing she wanted him to fuck her like this. It was good to be wanted, to be needed and if he dared admit it to himself…to be loved.

That thought made him stop, step back from the witch and turn her to face him. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with passion, her lips parted and her breasts heaving. She looked as if she were about to keel over.

“Oh no you don’t,” he breathed, lifting her up, “wrap your legs around me.”

Hermione obliged him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Severus thrust his cock inside her again, lifting her small body up and bringing her down on his length, his jaw set, his eyes on her face, watching her as she as he pierced her, invaded her, stormed, becoming part of her. The witch’s amber eyes were half lidded, soft, accepting of him even as she cried out, and the Potions Master felt a tightening in his chest, pulled her in closer and locked his lips to hers, never slowing his penetration.

It was a sweet connection, Hermione shrieking into his mouth as he found her tongue, licking and tasting her, still fucking her thoroughly, groaning as he lost himself in her body. Sweat made them slick against each other, flesh sliding against flesh, her breasts bouncing softly against his pale chest, her soft skin covered in a soft sheen, the torchlight making her body glow.

Severus felt her tightening, and increased his speed and strength, wanting to fall over the edge with her, kissing the witch passionately as he drove into her, rising to the crest and hanging there as she gushed over him, pulling away from his mouth, her head falling back as she arched against him, shuddering, so beautiful, so ecstatic, so free. He clutched her to him and slammed into her pulsing, clutching orifice, his head also falling back, every muscle tensed, every vein in his body standing out as he cried out with pleasure, straining against her, his climax roaring through him and filling her body.

The two lovers stood in the middle of the bedroom, Hermione wrapped around the Potions Master, the wizard’s arms wrapped around her, one supporting her buttocks, the other her back, holding her flush to his body, his cock embedded deep inside her, both frozen in bliss, hearts pounding against each other, closer than they had ever been to anyone in their lives. He kissed her again as he felt his ejaculation slow, the throbbing ease, though the witch’s body still pulled at him. Hermione pulled back from his kiss, her eyes locked to his face, her damp hair stuck to her own.

“Severus,” Hermione whispered, “Gods I love you so much. I can’t imagine being without you.”

He kissed her again.

“Then don’t imagine that, witch. Don’t imagine it at all,” he said softly, carrying her to the bed, lifting her off of him and setting her down.

Severus watched as Hermione half-crawled, half-flopped into the bed, climbing to her side, which was against the wall. She laid on her side, facing him, her eyes heavy-lidded, already halfway to sleep. He joined her, turning to face her as well, his black eyes sweeping over her slowly.

“What are you looking at, Severus?” Hermione yawned sleepily, tucking her hands under her cheek, her eyes closing.

Severus considered her.

“I think…happiness,” he replied in a low voice, his chest tightening again in reaction to his own words. For him, it was quite an admission.

Hermione gave him a sleepy smile, but didn’t even open her eyes at his response.

After all, she always knew she could make him happy.

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A/N: I started to make this the end, but then I thought about Raucous and a few other details. It will be over soon however. Threw in a little emotion there. I think Severus should end up happy, don’t you? Love Hermione’s smugness. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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