Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 43 ~ A Wizard with a Plan

After several bouts of intense make-up sex, Hermione lay perspiring and panting against Severus’ arm. He had just finished getting his morning “sleep tax” sex, though not much sleeping went on after he mounted her the second time, waking her by sliding inside her with a grunt. They had managed to get out of their clothes in the course of their activity. Now Hermione lay in the crook of Severus’ arm, comfortably stretched and sore, and still feeling the leftover ache from the Potions Master’s ardent reclamation.

Severus lay next to her, feeling the world had fallen back on course. He had fucked the witch thoroughly in a number of positions, and his cock was a bit sore from all the friction. Good thing it was Saturday. He could sleep in. He wanted Hermione to spend the day with him, but doubted she would. He’d be on her for most of the day if she did.

Hermione sat up on her elbows.

“I have to go, Severus,” she said, “You know the Headmaster has arranged the reunion of my class tonight, and I have to help with the decorations.”

Oh shit. He had forgotten about that. Who else but Albus would have a three and a half year class reunion? Severus suspected the old coot was simply feeling nostalgic for his favorite class, which meant he would have to attend, and be subjected to Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and the rest of the motley crew that made up that graduating year. Great Merlin, that included Neville Longbottom. Severus pinched his nose. What a night this would be. Thank the gods there would be liquor.

Still, he scowled at Hermione out of habit. He always did when she said she had to leave. She had given him his morning dose of her, so he had no choice but to let her go. But now he could at least broach the subject of his fantasy.

“Before you go Hermione, I’d like to ask you something,” he said, curling his arm about her a bit tighter. Hermione lay back in the bed.

“What, Severus?” she asked.

“I want you to do something for me. Something that would make me very happy,” he said, his dark eyes glittering down at her.

Hermione’s forehead creased.

“And what is it you want me to do?” she asked him.

“Fulfill a fantasy I have about you,” he replied. “In it you’re tied up, and I have my wicked way with you. Standard sex, except you can’t move too much.”

Hermione looked at Severus. Hell, when he fucked her, she could never move too much anyway. She felt a little throb inside at the idea of being tied up then taken by him.

“When do you want me to do this, Severus? I’m too sore for it to be today,” she replied.

Severus’ heart leaped. She was going to do it, just not today.

“How about tomorrow night? I am going to give you some potions for your ache,” he said, releasing her and sitting up in the bed.

“No. I don’t want any potions,” she said softly.

Severus looked down at her. So, she wanted to feel his ache when she left him. A sweet, if painful gesture. Yes, she was a masochist all right.

“I guess Tuesday then,” Severus said. It was going to take a couple of days for her pussy to recover. He had reamed her well. “Is that all right with you?”

“Yes, Severus, that’s fine,” she replied, giving him a small smile. Then she looked curious. “What is the fantasy?” she asked him.

He looked at her.

“A naughty little witch needs to be taught a lesson by her vengeful lover. Spanking will figure in,” he said, hoping to throw her off, “Not to mention several fucks of varying intensity, and lots of browbeating.”

“Browbeating?” Hermione repeated, almost creaming herself.

She loved when Severus took her to task for her actions during sex, which was why she enjoyed his retributive sex so well. It took her back to when he was her Professor and she was his student and he would take her to task in class.

“It sounds very erotic,” she said.

Severus noticed the purr in her voice, which told him the idea aroused her very much. He almost rubbed his hands together in the way villains did, but resisted the urge.

“It will be,” he said silkily.

He felt himself hardening. Oh, if the witch only knew what he intended to do. She wouldn’t let him anywhere near her. Hermione felt his cock throbbing against her and sat up again.

“Somebody’s knocking,” the Potions Master said to her.

“But they can’t come in,” Hermione replied, climbing over him, wincing as she did so. He had put it on her but good. The witch picked up her wand and scourgified herself, and freshened her breath until she could get to her toothbrush.

Severus watched her ass shift invitingly as she walked over to the chair her nightgown rested on.

“Damn,” he breathed, stroking his cock in an attempt to calm the throbbing.

Hermione wasn’t going to give him anymore pussy this morning. He couldn’t blame her. He had been at top arousal every time he took her, which meant his huge cock was even huger. Hermione could take it, but she was a small witch…and he had given her a pounding to be sure.

Hermione slipped on her nightgown and her house robe then turned to him. The wizard rolled out of bed, picked up his wand, scourgified himself and also did a breath-freshening spell. Hermione walked over to his night table and picked up her wand. Severus grabbed the witch and lifted her up against his nude body and gave her a deep, passionate kiss, one that almost made her melt in his arms. The wizard had never kissed her goodbye before, just watched her go.

Severus set her back down, and looked at the witch closely. She looked a bit dazed. He tried to take advantage of it.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay just a few more minutes?” he asked her in a low, sexy voice. If she did, she could count on one more thorough fucking for the road.

She blinked up at him, her head clearing somewhat.

“No, Severus. I’m going to go,” she replied.

Drat. Ah well, he’d given it the old Slytherin try.

Severus pulled on his boxers and escorted her to the study. As Hermione passed under the rafters, a large dollop of birdshit fell directly in front of her, missing her completely. She looked up and saw Raucous looking down at her, his black beady eyes glinting and his beak held open in challenge.

Severus scowled up at his familiar and scourgified the dropping.

Suddenly, Hermione shot a blast at the bird which would have caught him if she had been aiming directly at him. As it was, the blast hit the wood of the rafter just below him, covering it with sticky tar. Raucous looked down at it, then at Hermione, his beak snapping shut. That hex would have been nasty if it had hit him.

“Now aren’t you glad you didn’t shit on me?” Hermione called up at the bird, who squawked and turned around, showing the witch his back.

Raucous really was glad he hadn’t shit on her. But he hadn’t intended to. He was just testing the waters. Things seemed as if they were back to normal. If they were, he could indulge himself in his favorite hobby again. Hermione-baiting. Well, he could if it wasn’t for that damn cat, Crookshanks. The feline had plucked so many feathers from him in the past two weeks, at one point it looked as if the raven was molting. And the worse thing was, Raucous had not been bothering the cat’s mistress at all. But Crookshanks was paying the bird back for all the time he had bothered her. His current good behavior hadn’t mattered.

“You think Raucous is going to start back in again?” Hermione asked Severus as he walked her to the study wall.

“More than likely,” the wizard replied. He hesitated. Hermione had gotten rid of Crookshanks, and he suspected it was because of the cat’s constant harassment of him. She didn’t say that, but he had the distinct impression that was the real reason the cat was gone. He looked at Hermione.

“I could talk to Raucous,” he offered, “Order him to stop.”

Severus had promised the bird he wouldn’t interfere with his and Hermione’s interactions, but after losing the witch for two weeks, he didn’t want to risk another falling out.

Hermione looked up at the Potions Master thoughtfully.

“No. He might think he won some kind of victory by default if you forced him to stop. He’d think I had you do it. I’m going to make him stop myself, eventually,” she replied, scowling up at the raven. “He’ll respect me more that way.”

Severus nodded. If she felt she could deal with Raucous, then he’d let her. She was right too. Raucous would respect her more if she handled him herself. The Potions Master opened the study wall and walked her through his office to the door. He lifted her hand and kissed it debonairly. Hermione’s hand rose to her breast in reaction to his gallantry. The wizard was full of surprises. Wonderful surprises.

“Goodbye, Hermione,” Severus purred, his black eyes leveled at her as he opened the door.

“Goodbye Severus,” she replied, still a bit disoriented by the wizard’s new way of responding to her.

Hermione walked out the door and to her rooms. Severus stuck his head out and watched to make sure she made it inside. When she did, he withdrew, closing the potions office door. Now he did rub his pale hands together. She had agreed to do the fantasy. He hadn’t lied to her when he described the scenario. He was a vengeful lover, and she was a naughty witch who needed a lesson. He would spank her, browbeat her and fuck her like he said. It’s just one of the fuckings would be quite different. Quite different indeed.

He walked back to the study, and started to scowl as he thought of the blasted reunion. Merlin, he hated these kinds of functions. Everyone trying to find out the latest gossip and bulking up their boring lives to sound exciting and meaningful. Then he brightened.

Maybe Hermione would ‘confess’ she was fucking him to Potter and Weasley. Their reactions alone would make the function worth attending. Maybe he would suggest it to her, to make sure it was percolating in her mind when she saw them. Maybe then he’d dance with her, to a slow song. Severus was quite a good dancer. He could slip and dip with the best of them. That ought to raise a few eyebrows.

He was starting to warm to the idea of attending the reunion.

It could be quite interesting.

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A/N: Severus has got his plan in motion concerning Hermione. She was so turned on by it, she didn’t think of how much at the Potions Master’s mercy she would be. I bet after this, she will go into detail concerning any other ‘fantasies’ he has. The reunion sounds as if it will be interesting, very interesting. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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