Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 42 ~ The Return

Severus looked down at Hermione, his black eyes sweeping over her. Suddenly he swept her up into his arms and carried her into his study, closing the wall behind him. Instead of heading directly for the bedroom, he carried her over to his desk, set her down and opened a drawer.

From the rafters above, Raucous watched his master and the witch. He could feel the heaviness that weighed on Severus’ heart lift, and let out a quiet squawk of happiness. Now maybe things could return to normal.

Hermione watched Severus, her heart pounding as he took out a piece of what appeared to be ribbon. The Potions Master pulled his hair back and wrapped the ribbon around it, making a ponytail. He strode back around the desk, picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, where he deposited her directly in his bed. He picked his wand up off the nightstand and turned up all the torches so the room was flooded with light.

“What are you doing, Severus?” Hermione asked the wizard as he turned to her.

“I want nothing obstructing my view of you,” he breathed, climbing into the bed still dressed in his nightclothes.

The wizard rose to his knees, parted her legs, positioned himself between them, untied his sash, parted his robe and lowered his boxers. He roughly pulled Hermione towards him, lifting her thighs and pushing her nightgown up around her waist. Then he pulled her closer still and entered her, his black eyes blazing down at her as she arched up moaning in reaction to his hardness stretching and filling her. Merlin she had missed this. Missed him.

Severus echoed the witch’s feelings.

“Gods, I missed you, Hermione,” the Potions Master hissed as he felt her wet, tight warmth slide around him. “I missed this.”

He fell forward on his arms, his hands gripping Hermione’s wrists and started fucking the witch strongly, jerking her body with the force of his penetration as he reacquainted himself with every delicious inch of her. He held her pinned, staring at her as if he thought she might suddenly disappear, listening to her voice rising as he increased his speed and depth, quickly bringing her to the edge, then dropping on her, releasing her wrists, wrapping his arms around her and locking his lips to hers as she orgasmed, shrieking into his mouth.

Severus pistoned into her shuddering body greedily, groaning as her powerful climax washed over his shaft wetting him thoroughly, his tongue claiming hers around her cries. The Potions Master quickly fell over the edge himself, not even attempting to hold back, thrusting his cock into Hermione as deep as he could, stiffening and firing into the witch’s clutching warmth with a deep, feral growl. He held Hermione tightly as he released, breathing “yes, yes, yes” over and over against her hair until he was spent. He lay flush to her body, panting and feeling whole again.

After several minutes, Severus rolled off of Hermione, kissed her and pulled up his boxers. Then, for the first time since they became intimate, the wizard slipped an arm under the witch, pulled her into his chest and held her there in a firm embrace as he drifted off to a sated, peaceful sleep. He hadn’t slept well for days, and now that he had her back in his bed, sleep came quickly and easily.

Hermione lay there, curled into the Potions Master, her head resting against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. His possession had been quick and powerful, but she had a feeling it wasn’t over yet. That had been a desperate “I missed you” fuck. He hadn’t had Hermione in so long he didn’t try to hold back once she climaxed. He wanted immediate gratification, consummation, reassurance and release. When those needs were met, he knew she had truly returned to him.

But the wizard had been good and she was satisfied…more than satisfied really as he held her for the first time after sex. His arms were strong and sure. Comforting. She felt safe and protected. It was as if the wizard felt his admission of affection for the witch gave him permission to enfold her in his embrace afterwards. He was allowed to show her some modicum of tenderness now. Hermione shifted, and Severus’ arms tightened around her possessively although he remained asleep.

The witch giggled as she realized she still had her wand in her hand. He hadn’t given her the chance to put it down, depositing her directly into the bed and mounting her immediately. She had it locked in her fist the entire time.

Hermione flicked her wand toward the torches, dimming their bright light. Severus wanted to see her when he took her, even tying back his hair so it wouldn’t obstruct his view. Hermione shook her head slightly at this, which resulted in another tightening of the Potions Master’s arms around her. Even in his sleep he had no intentions of letting her go again.

Hermione yawned and snuggled against Severus. She closed her eyes and followed him into the land of Nod.

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Severus awoke aware of his arms being filled with soft, sleeping witch. He turned his head slightly and looked at the woman curled against him and half smiled. She felt good, close to him like this, particularly after her absence. He pressed his nose into her hair and sniffed deeply, drinking in the scent of jasmine. Her arm was wrapped around him, but he had no feeling of constriction at all. Her closeness and warmth felt wonderful after his lonely nights.

His mind drifted back to the morning before their split, and her hexing of him. His nostrils flared a bit. He was happy she was back, but still felt he owed her big for that indignity. She had actually turned him upside down buck naked and dropped him on his head into the armchair, then fled before he could do anything about it. The Potions Master looked down at the witch again, thinking hard. No, it wouldn’t do to exact his revenge tonight, though the thought of it made him rock hard.

Hermione stirred as she felt his cock pressing against her belly. Severus pulled his hips back a bit, and her breathing returned to the easy, rhythmic flow of sleep. He felt desire for the witch, but wasn’t ready to take her again yet. He was enjoying her sleeping against him. He even felt a bit protective, though he didn’t understand why exactly. She was in no danger that he knew of, except from him, of course. And in his case, it wasn’t mortal danger.

Now he had time to think of how he would pull his revenge off. He wanted her in a position of helplessness, he knew that…so she couldn’t struggle too much. If she did, she could be hurt, and he didn’t really want to hurt her any more than was necessary. He lay there thinking. Hm. Hermione was a bit of a freak and liked being dominated, though she never admitted to it. But that was why their sex was so good. They fed each other’s needs perfectly.

He could suggest a game…a little role-play. He had let her tie him up after all. It wasn’t unreasonable to ask that she submit to the same treatment. He had a feeling she would be game for it, so long as she didn’t suspect his ulterior motive. He had never tried this with her before, though he thought about it often. Dreamed about it actually. He didn’t try it because if she protested, the act would be taken out of the loop. He wanted nothing out of the loop. Severus wanted to possess the witch totally, and this was the final act that would make her totally his.

A game. Yes, that was the way to go. He would tell her he had a fantasy but fudge the details of it. She would be willing to fulfill it for him. Hermione was good that way.

Severus smiled lasciviously down at the sleeping witch. It was so good to have her back in his clut…arms. He rolled over on top of her.

Wakey, wakey.

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A/N: :::shaking head::: He hasn’t had her in his bed for a whole night yet, and he’s already plotting. Severus, will you ever change? Actually we hope not too much. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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