Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 47 ~ Tuesday Arrives

The next day Hermione spent the morning assisting Professor McGonagall, and most of the afternoon in Professor Flitwick’s Charms office, sorting files for the diminutive teacher. She didn’t have an assignment with Severus’ class at all. As she was sorting through the horribly ill-kept files, she found one encased in a black folder marked “Private”. Of course she snooped.

“Hm, the ‘Angel Love’ charm,” she mused.

Unlike the other spells, this one had no instructions on how to cast it. Hermione was curious so put it aside to ask the Professor about it when he finished class.

An hour later Professor Flitwick walked into the office, twirling his mustache. He smiled at Hermione.

“So, did you get much sorting done?” the tiny wizard asked.

“Yes sir. But these files were atrocious. How did you ever find anything?” Hermione responded.

“Well, since I was the one who filed them, I knew where most of the files I needed were. There are some I use quite frequently, so it wasn’t a problem. Now I will have to train myself to look for them in the places they actually belong,” Flitwick said, his brow furrowed.

Hermione picked up the black folder. The Professor immediately turned red as a beet.

“Where did you find that?” he asked her, his little chest heaving.

“In the file cabinet. I was hoping you could tell me what the charm does,” she said, opening the file.

Filius blustered a bit.

“Well, it’s not the kind of thing I normally discuss in mixed company,” he said hesitatingly, “You see…it’s a sex charm.”

“Really?” Hermione said, interested. “What does it do?”

The Professor cleared his throat. He was highly embarrassed to be discussing such a spell with a beautiful young witch…although it was a tad titillating.

“It…it makes sex heavenly,” he said shortly.

Hermione’s eyebrows rose.

“Heavenly?” she asked him, “What do you mean by ‘heavenly’?”

“It makes the act of sex almost unbearably good for the person who is the user’s partner. If you were to use this charm, it would make your partner have a heavenly sexual experience. It is almost the opposite of Deatheater rape magic, that causes the victim unbearable pain. It’s been used to treat women who were traumatized by Deatheater rape to restore them to normalcy. I keep it locked away because it can be quite addictive,” Flitwick said.

Hermione processed this. A spell that made sex for your partner heavenly. Severus seemed as if he was already in heaven any time he fucked her. She wondered how the Potions Master would react to her under this charm.

“Will you show me how to cast it, Professor?” Hermione asked the wizard, who looked absolutely shocked. He had believed Hermione was as pure as rain.

“Whatever for, Hermione?” he asked her.

“Um…well I know someone who might like to try it,” she said evasively.

Flitwick raised one bushy eyebrow at her. Well, she was an adult witch, albeit a young one.

“Very well,” he said, taking out his wand. The incantation is “Angelo Amante.”

“That doesn’t sound like Latin, Professor,” Hermione said, frowning slightly, “It sounds like the name of a gigolo.”

“It’s Italian,” he replied, “Not all incantations are in Latin, you know.”

Hermione nodded, then repeated the incantation a few times to cement it in her mind.

“Now, the wand movements are as follows,” Flitwick said, performing several movements slowly.

Hermione followed him move for move, then grabbed a quill and parchment and made a diagram of the motions.

“Thank you, Professor,” she beamed at him. She had a use for this spell.

“You’re welcome, Hermione. But use it sparingly. If the Angel Love spell is used too often, it ruins the act of intercourse,” he warned.

“Yes sir, I’ll be sure to tell my friend,” Hermione said, exiting the Charms office.

“Hmph, friend indeed. The witch must think I was born yesterday,” Flitwick muttered, pushing a chair over to the file cabinet and inspecting what Hermione had done. All the charms were perfectly alphabetized. The Professor groaned.

“It’s going to take me weeks to get used to this system,” he said, scowling.

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Hermione spent about an hour with Severus that evening, discussing an article in Potions Weekly rather heatedly. She barely made it out of his rooms unscathed. The Potions Master wanted a kiss before she left, and of course made it searing enough to want to fuck her despite his plans for the following day. Hermione escaped after a few well-placed gropes and rather intimate fondling that left her breathless. But she was quite heated when she climbed into bed that night, and was looking forward to Severus’ fantasy. She had been a baaaad witch.

Hermione decided she would save the Angel Love spell for another time or a special occasion. She was sure Severus would enjoy his fantasy just as well without it. A pool of heat gathered in her belly at the thought of being tied up by the sexy wizard. What would he do? Well, she knew what he’d do, but still…it was exciting and arousing to think of. She was glad that others thought the Potions Master was a cold, unfeeling man, particularly other women. If they had any idea how good a lover he was, Hermione was sure she’d have to throw some hexes.

But then again, Severus never seemed interested in any women other than her, no matter how much more beautiful or curvaceous they were. He didn’t give them a first look, much less a second. But then again, this was how he had been ever since she knew him. His demeanor concerning the outside world hadn’t changed at all, despite the changes in his private life. He was as disciplined, sarcastic and snarky as ever when dealing with others. Hermione was the only one who saw and experienced his passionate side, his raw hunger, his dark, powerful sexuality. She was sure the Potions Master was the focus of a few young witches’ fantasies…but he wouldn’t engage them, just like he wouldn’t engage her when he knew of her attraction to him her entire sixth and seventh year.

“I have no plans on abandoning you…” he had told her.

Was that a veiled admission of commitment to her? She’d like to think it was. And he was certainly acting more affectionate. His wanting to kiss her more often was something new…but he usually tried to make the kisses lead to more intimate acts, so she only kissed him when she was leaving and halfway out the door to boot. He was too seductive to trust. But she was noticing changes in him…good changes. Changes that made her heart hopeful that his affection for her might change to love.

Hermione fell asleep with this thought, and her dreams were full of nothing but Severus.

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Severus really had to focus in Potions class the following morning. Hermione was assisting him, and all he could think of was him fucking the shit out of her. So he scowled almost the entire class. Especially when he looked at her.

Hermione was quite conscious of his constant glaring. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he getting into character for tonight? He yelled at her several times during the course of the class for the stupidest reasons. She was examining a Zubernut root, and he nearly bit her head off, telling her to put it away. He also quite vocally stopped her from assisting needy students several times. By the time class was over, Hermione was scowling at the Potions Master as hard as he was scowling at her. She hurried out to avoid talking to him. It was just as well. He would have started in on how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her and probably would have mauled her.

Lunch was the same way. Severus seemed to be in a horrible mood, his black eyes glinting at her every time she looked at him. The Potions Master wasn’t used to being so distracted, and it was making him uncomfortable. He took pride in his ability to focus, pushing all other stimuli out of his mind. But yet, the little witch was wreaking havoc with his concentration, just by being present. This was another issue he would take her to task for, though she was innocent of any complicity. Hermione wasn’t purposely trying to distract him when she bent over, or licked her lips or got a faraway look in her amber eyes. She was just being herself. And it was turning him on.

This morning in class, she was handling a Zubernut, a large cucumber-shaped root with a fluted head used in various potions, and Severus got a raging erection. He had to sit down at his desk for ten minutes before it went down. He yelled at her to put the root away, startling her and making her fumble about with it which made his erection even worse as her small hands clutched at and gripped the very phallic root.

And it seemed every time he lifted his eyes, her ass was up in the air as she bent to assist some student. Of course her robes covered it, but the Professor had seen it enough to imagine it vividly with him slapping his loins against it. Then she yawned and stretched, her full breasts pushing against her robes. The Professor was in hell until class ended. Hermione seemed furious with him, but she had no idea what she was putting him through.

Finally the end of the day came and Severus was free to set up his bedroom for the night. He originally was going to use ropes to hold Hermione immobile, but while leafing through one of his historical tomes the night before he saw something much, much better. Entering his bedroom he looked around then transformed his wooden chair into an exact duplicate of the object. The Potions Master walked around it appraisingly and decided that in its basic form it was too disconcerting, so he added some color and soft, crinkled velvet. He walked to the front and with a flick of his wand, attached a little sign that read: “I’ve Been A Naughty, Naughty Witch.”

“Indeed you have, Hermione. A very naughty witch indeed,” the Potions Master breathed. He adjusted the object so it faced the bedroom door and would be the first thing Hermione saw when she entered the bedroom. He would quickly ward the door behind her in case she got cold feet. She wouldn’t get away from him. Tonight was the night.

He saw Hermione at supper. She was still mad at him and had half a mind not to go to him tonight. He had treated her horribly this morning in class, yelling at her constantly. She scowled at him openly as she ate her fish and chips. Severus even thought her chewing was arousing. The Potions Master had it bad, but knew she was angry with him. He had to explain why he had been so snarky towards her if he wanted to be certain Hermione would come to him tonight. He watched her carefully, eating his own meal at a pace that matched hers, so he was finished when she was. When she exited the Great Hall, he rose and followed her out.

Hermione was aware he had finished his food, and would probably follow her, so when she exited the Hall, she ran to put some distance between them. So when Severus opened the staff door, Hermione was already in the Main Hall. The Potions Master scowled. Where was the little minx? How did she disappear so fast?

He put on his best stride and headed for the Main Hall quickly. He caught a glimpse of her darting into the dungeon corridor. She was trying to make it to her rooms before he could talk to her. Severus’ eyes narrowed. He could still apparate within Hogwarts. There were a few students about so he walked to the beginning of the dungeon hallway, disillusioned himself, put a silencing charm around him and apparated down the dungeon corridor, reappearing before Hermione’s rooms silently. He removed the silencing charm and the disillusionment, and leaned back against her door, checking his nails and waiting for the witch.

Hermione was walking as fast as she could, looking behind her to see if Severus was catching up to her. If he wanted her to come tonight, he’d have to come to her rooms and apologize for his treatment of her in his class. She was almost at her rooms when she saw him, leaning against her door and waiting for her. How did he do that?

“You were in quite a hurry, Hermione,” Severus said as the witch walked up to him, amazement on her face.

“How did you get here before me? I left you in the Great Hall,” she said, frowning.

“I have my ways. It seemed you were purposely avoiding me, Hermione…you wouldn’t do that, would you? Especially tonight,” he asked her, his black eyes looking at her heatedly.

“I certainly was avoiding you, Severus. You treated me horribly today in front of the class. It was like you reverted to your old self. I’m thinking about just staying in my rooms tonight,” she said, starting to open her door.

Severus frowned down at her.

“You will do no such thing. I’ve been waiting to do this,” he seethed at her.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait a bit longer then,” she retorted.

Severus grabbed her by the arm, but not too roughly. He just meant to restrain her from entering her rooms before he could talk to her. But he was angry.

“Do you want me to stun you and throw you over my shoulder? I’ll damn well do it. I ache for you, witch,” he hissed. “At least allow me to explain my actions before you try to cut me off.”

Hermione folded her arms and looked up at him.

“Explain then,” she said.

Severus told her about the Zubernut Root’s effect on him, as well as her constantly bending over, and how everything she did made him think of sex and broke his concentration and he just couldn’t take it. She had tortured him with her presence the whole day. Hermione laughed.

“So you were mean to me because you were randy?” she asked him, smiling.

Severus did not find this a bit funny. He had been thrown completely off his game because of the witch.

“Extremely randy,” he said soberly. He had an erection right now that wouldn’t quit.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” she asked him, still grinning at his discomfort.

“What good would that have done? A quickie would never have sufficed,” he replied.

“I didn’t have time for a quickie anyway,” Hermione said.

Severus looked at her. With him, there was always time for a quickie. But that wasn’t the issue now.

“I have my bedroom all set up for you,” he said in a low voice, “You could come over right now, and we could get started.”

Hermione’s stomach flipped at the sudden hunger in the Potions Master’s face. She swallowed.

“I’ll be over in a little while,” she responded. “I want to shower first. It’s been a long day.”

“How little?” Severus pressed. He wanted her right now.

“When I’m finished, Severus. Why do you always pressure me? You are so wolfish,” she said, frowning at him.

Severus let out a low, rather lusty imitation of a wolf howl.

“Because I’m always on the prowl for pussy,” he responded, smirking at her. “Specifically yours. That’s worth a little pressure, don’t you think?”

Hermione let out a sigh. He was incorrigible.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she said, knowing it wouldn’t be very soon. She wanted to take a soak in a warm bath.

“Very well, I will be waiting. Give me a kiss to tide me over,” he said, leaning in toward her.

Students were coming down the corridor.

“Students are coming, Severus,” she said.

“I don’t care, he responded, swinging in an planting a slow, lingering kiss on her lips.

It was nothing compared to the way he would have kissed her if they had been alone in the corridor, but it still startled Hermione. He had kissed her publicly.

The Slytherin students stopped in their tracks, shocked and amazed they had witnessed their Head of House kissing the witch. They stood there open-mouthed. Severus turned to them.

“What are you all gaping at? Haven’t you seen a kiss before? Now off to your house before I start taking points,” he snarled at them.

The Slytherin students scurried by quickly, not saying a word, but looking back as they passed. No doubt there would be a great amount of discussion about this in Slytherin house tonight. The Professor kissing someone? Anyone? Wow.

Severus turned back to Hermione, who was staring at him in disbelief.

“You kissed me in front of your students,” she whispered.

“So I did,” he responded, his dark eyes softening.

“But why?” she asked him.

“Because I will not have my actions controlled by outside influences,” he replied, “if I feel like kissing you, then I will kiss you. I will not let a ragtag group of students or anyone else dictate what I can and cannot do with you.”

“But they’ll talk,” Hermione protested.

Severus stared at her a moment.

“Let them. Worse has been said about me than I’m snogging you in the dungeon corridors,” he said, “Now go get ready. I can’t wait much longer.”

The Potions Master turned and walked to his office door and let himself in, disappearing in a billow of robes.

Hermione stared after him.

What the hell was going on?

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A/N: Severus had a really ‘hard’ day. Lol. But what does he have in his bedroom for Hermione? It sounds interesting. Crinkled velvet? Ooh, soft. And Hermione with that Angel Love spell. When will she whip that out on him? Well, we’ll find out some answers next chapter, if not all. Yum. Sour lemons ahead. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

 

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