Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 46 ~ Night’s End

The couple slipped back into the Great Hall and found their table occupied. Severus scouted the hall and located an empty table on the other side of the room.

He took Hermione over to it, seated her, arched an eyebrow and said silkily, “I am going to get you a pumpkin juice. After our little workout, I’m sure you must be thirsty.”

Hermione was parched.

“Thank you,” she said as Severus glided off.

Suddenly Hermione found a tube of lipstick thrust in front of her face. She looked up into the brown, knowing eyes of Ginny Weasley.

“You need a touch up,” the redheaded witch grinned at her. “I believe it’s close to the shade you were wearing.”

The witch offered Hermione a compact as well. Hermione thanked her and quickly applied the lipstick.

Ginny looked at her appraisingly.

“Well, that takes care of your lips, but not the rest of you. You look thoroughly shagged,” Ginny said, smirking. “I saw the Professor drag you out of here after you danced with Draco. He looked pretty intense. Not hard to tell something is going on between you two. Especially looking at you now.”

Hermione blushed furiously.

Ginny grinned evilly.

“I might have followed you two to watch the action if it wasn’t for Pansy trying to kill Draco. I bet you and Snape are exciting, but somebody almost getting snuffed in the middle of the reunion is a one-time occurrence,” she said, her brown eyes full of mirth.

“Ginny!” Hermione gasped at her for even suggesting she’d watch her and Severus fuck.

“What? I like to watch sometimes. Snape is hot. He always has been. I bet he’s awesome,” she said whispering. Then she saw the dark wizard gliding back with a tall glass of pumpkin juice and a firewhiskey.

“Whoops, here comes tall, dark and randy now. Got to go. See you, Hermione,” she said, plucking the lipstick and compact out of Hermione’s hands and beating a hasty retreat.

Severus returned to the table, set the pumpkin juice in front of Hermione and looked off into the crowd.

“Was that Miss Weasley I saw scurrying away like a rabbit?” he asked Hermione.

Hermione nodded.

“Yes. She noticed I needed some lipstick,” Hermione said blushing as the dark wizard sat down and studied her. Her mouth was made up again.

“By the way you’re blushing, I take it that’s not all she noticed,” he purred.

“Ginny doesn’t miss much,” Hermione replied.

Severus leveled his eyes at her. The witch still looked flushed from her fucking.

“She didn’t have to look hard. You’re definitely sex-tousled,” he said in a low voice. “Personally I like the look.”

“You would,” Hermione snorted.

Severus smirked at her. He certainly did like her sex-tousled look, particularly since he was the sex-tousler. Then he abruptly changed the subject.

“Mr. Malfoy apparently had a close call,” he said diffidently, “It seems Pansy Parkinson wanted to remove him from the land of the living. Something about being a woman scorned. She tried to cast the Killing Curse on him as he ate some chicken wings.”

“What stopped her?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Mr. Malfoy did. He snatched the wand out of her hand before she completed the curse,” Severus replied, “He was quite fortunate. Most people freeze up when they hear the curse being cast.”

Hermione snorted.

“Not Draco. He is very into self-promotion and self-preservation. The consummate Slytherin,” she said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her, then took a sip of his firewhiskey.

“In this case, Mr. Malfoy’s Slytherin characteristics saved his ass,” he responded.

Hermione was about to respond when Ron walked up to their table. He looked at her, then at Severus, who scowled at him.

“Hi Hermione, Professor,” Ron said, his hands shoved into his robes pocket.

“What do you want, Ron?” Hermione asked, still mad.

The wizard kicked at the floor a little before answering her.

“I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry for blowing up at you,” he said sincerely. He glanced at Severus, whose black eyes were fixed on him. Then he looked back at Hermione, “Though you can understand it came as a bit of a shock. But you’re a grown witch now Hermione, and you don’t need protecting anymore. You can make your own decisions, and if this is what you want and like, then I have to accept it. I’m really sorry for the things I said to you. Forgive me?”

Hermione looked at Ron. It usually took him forever to realize he was wrong about something. He must really be sorry to come to her and apologize in front of Severus. She looked at the red-haired wizard. He had a pleading look on his face. Hermione stood up.

“Of course I forgive you, Ron, but really, you need to learn to get a handle on that mouth of yours,” she said, hugging him.

“More like a muzzle,” Severus interjected. Hermione scowled at him.

“Thanks Hermione,” Ron said, a relieved look on his face.

He really didn’t want to lose her friendship. She’d need all the friends she could get when Snape turned on her like a rabid hippogriff and broke her heart.

“Listen, I’m getting ready to go. Harry and I have an early day tomorrow,” Ron said, “So I’ll see you Hermione.”

The wizard looked at Severus.

“Treat her good, Professor,” he said to the dark wizard, his eyes clouding a bit in warning. He’d hex Snape into bits if he hurt her.

“I will treat her as I see fit, Mr. Weasley,” Severus snarked at the wizard, “Don’t attempt to intimidate me with thinly veiled threats. If she needs protecting, I will be protecting her�since I am the ‘closest’ male in her life now. And I do mean closest. Now go catch some crooks or something, Mr. Weasley. Your welcome here is quite worn out.”

Talk about rubbing salt into the wound.

Ron colored and he clenched his fists and stalked away from the table.

Hermione turned on the Potions Master.

“You didn’t have to talk to him like that Severus,” she said angrily. “He came to apologize.”

Severus looked at her coolly.

“He came to apologize to you, Hermione, but he came to try and intimidate me. You may not be able to smell the testosterone, but I assure you, I can. He still feels a responsibility toward you, a responsibility that is mine now,” he said in a low voice.

“Of course he feels responsible for me, Severus. He’s my friend, he worries about me. He’s worried you’re going to hurt me,” Hermione said, scowling at him a little.

Severus didn’t really have friends, so he didn’t know how much was invested in another when you cared about them.

“If I hurt you, Hermione, it will be while I’m in the throes of passion, and you’ve already proven yourself quite capable of handling that kind of ache,” he said, his eyes heating up.

“Not that kind of hurt, Severus. He’s worried you’re going to break my heart when you abandon me,” Hermione said shortly.

“I have no plans on abandoning you, so he needn’t worry, nor should you,” Severus said, scowling. “I am quite satisfied with you, in and out of my bedroom.”

Hermione looked at the Potions Master. It was the first time he implied that she mattered to him beyond sex. She smiled at him.

Severus looked at the smiling witch, and felt rather good about himself that he had said something to make her happy. He found he liked to see her happy almost as much as he liked her snarky and on the warpath.

The Great Hall was clearing out.

“It seems the party is over,” Severus said, finishing his firewhiskey and looking at Hermione, “May I escort you to your rooms?”

Hermione looked around. Harry, Ron and Ginny were gone.

“Yes, I think I’m ready for bed now,” she said.

Severus arched a lusty eyebrow at her.

“My bed,” she amended taking his hand as he helped her from her seat.

Severus tucked her arm in his and together they exited the Great Hall. This was something new as well. Normally they walked side by side, but not arm in arm. Maybe he felt since he was escorting her from a function, it was acceptable to take her arm publicly.

Departing guests looked at them for a moment, the tall pale Potions Master arm in arm with the Intern, but didn’t overreact. No one seemed to find them untoward.

Severus walked with his eyes straight ahead, though he was busily calculating. If he seduced the witch to his rooms tonight then he would have to set the date of his revenge back to give her body time to recover. He sighed. He’d have to let her go to her own rooms.

They stopped in front of Hermione’s rooms. The Potions Master released her and looked down at the witch. She still looked absolutely edible. His nostrils flared.

“Thank you for walking me to my rooms, Severus,” Hermione said softly as she unlocked her door, hoping to make it in before the Potions Master made a move on her. She really was sore.

“How could I do any less?” Severus said smoothly, “May I come in for a moment?”

Hermione hesitated. They had never had sex in her rooms before, and she wasn’t up for another round with him.

Before she said no, the Potions Master said, “I don’t want to fuck you, Hermione, don’t worry.”

She looked up at him suspiciously. He gave her his most innocent look. It was still rather wolfish, but he did his best.

“All right, Severus. Ten minutes tops,” she said opening the door and walking in, the Potions Master close behind her.

“Ten minutes is all I need,” he purred.

He shut the door, warded it and immediately gave her a predatory look.

“Severus! You lied to me!” Hermione accused, backing up as he advanced on her.

“I did not lie, Hermione. I have no intentions of fucking you,” he said, grabbing her by her shoulders and pushing her into the armchair. “In fact, what I have in mind you may find quite soothing.”

Hermione watched as he knelt on the floor and started hiking up her gown.

“Severus,” she protested.

“Shhhh,” he replied, pushing the gown up under her buttocks. He looked at her knickers. They were damp again. He licked his lips. His black eyes leveled at her.

“Remember how I told you that you looked absolutely edible tonight? Well, I have a taste for you,” he said, hooking his fingers into her knickers and pulling them down.

“Consider yourself my late night snack.”

Hermione gasped as Severus removed her knickers and pushed her thighs upward, opening her core to him. He fell on her pussy, licking, nibbling and sucking as Hermione squealed in pleasure. He was right. It felt good, but was soothing too. Gods he was magnificent with his tongue.

Severus flicked his tongue over the witch’s clit several times, loving her squeals and struggles as he held her in place. She was so responsive, so easy to take to the edge, and she was delicious as she looked. He made small, appreciative noises as he drank her in, then gently thrust his tongue inside her, soothing the sting she felt.

“Severuuuuus,” the witch sighed, her hands locked in his hair, pulling lightly as he took his fill.

They were fast approaching the ten minute mark, so the Potions Master stepped up his attentions, his mouth working magic on the witch, who’s voice took on the timbre of approaching orgasm. Severus nibbled her clit, taking her over and Hermione shrieked, coming powerfully. Severus drank her in like wine, consuming every bit of her nectar until he was satisfied. He wanted her dreaming of him tonight.

When the witch ceased pulsing, Severus drew back and studied her. She was flushed and panting, her hair falling out of the combs from being rubbed against the back of the armchair when she struggled. She looked very fuckable, but he restrained himself and rose. He licked his lips as he looked down at her.

“The perfect nightcap,” he purred, leaning down and kissing her, passing her own taste as he did so. Then he straightened.

“Good night, Hermione. I’ll show myself out,” he said, striding to the door and looking back at her once then exiting, locking and closing the door behind him.

Still panting, Hermione stared at the door.

“Damn,” she whispered, “What a wizard.”

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A/N: It figured Severus couldn’t just let Hermione go to bed without doing something. On to the next chapter. There are so many lemons in this story because you all suffered through a long, sexless beginning, so I think it only fair that I offer up a multitude of lemons in the final chapters to balance the lack in the beginning. Well, it works for me. :::puffing cherry cigarillo::: On to Severus’ revenge. Please review.

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The Burning Pen

Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

 

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