Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 50 ~ Hermione’s Internship Ends

Severus didn’t take Hermione again that night. Instead he kept her close, content with embraces, kisses and caresses that she found wonderful and soothing. Severus’ heart was softened toward Hermione, because of what she went through for him.

The next morning the witch felt the repercussions of his ‘fantasy’ and the Potions Master provided her with potions and elixirs to ease her discomfort. It was a weekday, so both had to go about their daily business, reluctantly separating. He returned the pillory to its normal state of a small wooden chair and placed it back against the wall. They shared breakfast in his rooms, then Hermione returned to her own, showering and preparing for her day. The potions he gave her helped immensely, but she still felt him.

The dynamics of their sexual relationship had changed after Severus’ “fantasy” was fulfilled. He did not insist on repeatedly having anal sex with her. It appeared he was satisfied to have claimed her that way once. He seemed to prefer straight sex. He also became more intimate with the witch, taking time for foreplay, delighting in extended contact with her body before sex, and what’s more, her contact with him. Severus now allowed Hermione to take her pleasure of him without groaning, flipping her to her back and plunging into her as he used to do. If she felt like kissing him all over, he suffered through it. He did enjoy it, but it took time for him to tone down his ‘fuck’ response. He became quite a considerate lover in the weeks to come.

The weeks passed quickly, and soon it was nearing the end of Hermione’s internship. All of the Professors she worked with signed off on her hours and gave her letters of recommendation to bring back to university with her.

Hermione noticed Severus had been growing more distant as the time of her departure approached, though the sex between them had taken on an almost ferocious mien, with the Potions Master claiming her as if he would never touch her again, and although he embraced her tenderly afterwards, he didn’t speak much, but was sullen and silent.

Their last night together before Hermione was to return to London for the summer, and to university in the fall, the witch told Severus she wanted to do something special. They were both lying in the bed naked, Severus’ arm around her. They had not yet engaged in sex, though it was obvious Severus was more than ready. He had an erection of varying degrees for the past forty-five minutes

“What is it, Hermione?” he asked her, his black eyes intense. This was his last night with Hermione, and already he felt the emptiness her absence would mean.

“I have a charm called the ‘Angel Love’ charm, that is supposed to make sex with me heavenly,” she said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

“Hermione, fucking you is always heavenly,” he replied, his eyes smoldering.

Hermione blushed.

“Be that as it may, Severus…this charm is supposed to make it even more so,” she said, “I want to make tonight special for you. Will you let me cast it?” she asked him, reaching for her wand on the nightstand. Severus caught her hand and brought it to his mouth.

“No,” he said, kissing her hand. “As interesting as it sounds, Hermione, I just want you as you. No enhancements. You are and will always be enough for me, witch.”

Severus pushed her gently to her back and rolled over on top of her.

“You’re leaving me tomorrow,” he said quietly

“I know,” she said softly, looking up at him. His expression was sober.

“I’m going to miss you, Hermione.”

“I know. No more nightly visitations,” she said, giving him a small smile.

He frowned at her slightly.

“Do you really think the only reason I will miss you is because you will not be in my bed?” he asked her, scowling.

Hermione didn’t answer him.

“I should ride you like a bucking hippogriff for thinking such a thing,” he growled down at her, tempted to do just that, but catching himself. He had improved in his treatment of Hermione over the past few months, but still was wont to show her his displeasure by fucking her unmercifully.

“I’ve been a lonely man for many years, Hermione. But I didn’t know how lonely I was until you convinced me to accept you and your love. I simply thought I preferred solitude, when the reality was I didn’t want to extend my heart to anyone. I had become comfortable with my misery, and enjoyed the bed of pain I made for myself. Then here you come, an irritating little Gryffindor, catching hold of my heartstrings and pulling, yanking it into the open. And you did it so sneakily, Hermione. You didn’t go for my heart directly, you started at my cock.”

Here, Hermione’s mouth formed an “o” at his assessment. But…it was true. She had established a sexual relationship with him first, hoping that the saying ” Women give Sex for Love, and men give Love for Sex,” would hold true

“A very Slytherin-like approach. Many believe that it is the heart that should be touched first, and in many cases that approach is effective, provided the heart is open to be touched. In my case, it wasn’t. Obviously, my cock was,” he said with a smirk as he looked down at Hermione.

“How was I to continually invest my body without investing anything else, witch? Perhaps if you had not been a virgin when you came to me, had not saved yourself expressly for me, I would have been able to remain detached, knowing other men had done to you what I have. It would have helped me to keep my low opinion of the ‘fairer sex’. Perhaps if you had not taken the Oath to be faithful to me, I could have remained aloof, thinking you would find someone else to fuck you after I was done with you. Perhaps if you hadn’t given yourself to me without reserve, if you were frightened, prudish, afraid to go where I wanted to take you, I would easily have tossed you over as being incompatible, unable to meet my darker needs. But you’ve been willing to please me from the very beginning, when you had no idea what my needs would be, and have pleased me beyond any other woman I’ve ever known,” Severus said softly, shifting his body upward and entering Hermione with a groan, watching her arch as he slid his cock inside her.

“Severus,” Hermione hissed as his length and girth filled her.

Severus kissed Hermione deeply as he began to gently fuck her, slow, easy, enjoying the feel of her body wrapped around him, caressing his organ, reveling in her soft sighs of pleasure against his lips. Then he stopped his motions, embedded inside her.

“What will I do when you are gone?” he asked her.

“I’ll come visit you, Severus, or you can come visit me,” Hermione whispered.

“And give your university dorm mates a show as I fuck you in your twin bed?” he snorted, thrusting into her for emphasis. Hermione gasped.

He stared down at her.

“Hermione, I have a house in Little Hangelton. A small, three-bedroom home with a yard and a small stream out back. It is well kept by my house elf Eli. I rarely go there since I have rooms here at Hogwarts,” he said softly.

“I didn’t know that, Severus,” Hermione said.

“I want you to stay there during your last year of university,” he said, his black eyes staring down at her. “You can save money that way. It has quite a library, and a separate study. You could have your own room. You could focus on your studies without disturbance.”

“Is that the only reason you want me to stay there, Severus? To save me money?” she asked him softly, then sighing as he moved inside her gently. He was trying to persuade her to accept his offer by using sex. Devil.

“I think you know better than that, witch,” he said, hitting her hard and making her cry out, before easing up. “I want you there so I can see you when I wish.”

Hermione furrowed her brow.

“How much for room rental?” she asked him.

Severus gave her a series of deep hard thrusts for that question. Then he eased again, feeling her heart pounding against his chest in reaction.

“We’ll work it out in trade,” he whispered silkily, kissing her again, rocking her body rhythmically under him with his strokes as he tasted her thoroughly. Gods, he loved this. Summer would seem to go on forever without the witch.

Hermione pulled her mouth away from his and said breathlessly, “Let me on top, Severus.”

He looked down at her a moment, then gave her a final hard thrust before withdrawing and rolling to his back. This was something else he’d learned, to give her some control. She was a sweet lover, and just a little selfish. He loved to watch her ride him and to feel it more.

He helped Hermione straddle him and gripped her waist as she held his cock aloft and eased herself down, sheathing it inside her warmth, rolling her hips as she did so, making both of them gasp with pleasure. She began to rise and fall on him, her hair flung around her shoulders, her amber eyes half-lidded, her mouth slack. Severus held on to her waist, occasionally caressing her breasts and playing in her hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed at the witch, urging her to move faster, and thrusting upward.

Hermione cried out and started fucking him harder, falling forward and placing her small hands on his shoulders for leverage as she worked her hips, swallowing his cock over and over, twisting and rolling over him, adjusting the angle with every stroke.

“Gods…sweet Merlin,” he groaned as the witch fucked him, taking him deeper, her movements become more frenzied as she approached orgasm. Severus reached down and rubbed her clit, making her shriek with pleasure. Hermione slammed down on him, shuddering and falling forward, her pussy clutching at him as her climax poured over the wizard.

Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione to hold her in place and began stroking her as fast and hard as he could, driving through her orgasm, racing towards his own climax, his mouth locked to hers, pistoning into the witch wildly as her pussy pulsated around him deliciously. He felt the tightening and tensed, then rammed his cock into Hermione, pressing her ass down so she was as close to him as humanly possible, then shot into her powerfully, groaning into the witch’s mouth and clutching her to him tightly as jet after jet of come filled her sweet orifice.

He rolled Hermione over, and continued kissing her, still embedded inside her as his ejaculation slowed, then stopped. He pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her forehead tenderly, brushing back her hair.

“So, when can I move you in?” the Potions Master asked her, smirking a little.

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Severus didn’t see Hermione the entire summer. He sent owls to her parent’s house in London, but the replies were quite short, and devoid of any of the endearments he was used to.

Dear Severus,

I am doing fine. I hope you are too.

Hermione

The Potions Master didn’t know what to make of this. Was the witch losing her feelings for him now that they were apart? Maybe he needed to visit her at her parent’s house. He wasn’t sure how he would be received though. He wrote Hermione to ask if he could come see her, and when she replied she told him it wouldn’t be a good idea.

So he stayed away. But when the time rolled around for her to return to university, he showed up at the school and demanded to know where her dorm was. A nervous administrative assistant looked it up and told the scowling wizard, watching him stalk off with relief.

Students who lived on campus usually arrived about a week early to get their rooms in order. Hermione was paired with a rather Goth looking young witch who was into Dark Magic. This didn’t sit with her well, though she didn’t say anything. Maybe she could find another dorm room. The dark witch was sitting on her bed, playing with her snake and Hermione was making up her bed when there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” she called.

The door was flung open and Severus stalked in. The Goth’s eyes widened, then narrowed appreciatively as she took the Potions Master in. Wow, he was right up her alley. Tall, dark, pale and scowling.

Hermione’s eyes widened. She was still turned toward the bed, looking over her shoulder.

“Severus!” she gasped surprised.

The Potions Master folded his arms and glared at her. She was dressed in a loose-fitting blue shirt, jeans and white trainers.

“Yes, Severus,” he replied snarkily. “I’ve come to collect you.”

The other witch nearly swooned. What a wizard.

“But…but…” Hermione tried to protest.

“No buts,” Severus said stalking toward the witch, catching her arm and spinning her towards him. He looked her over, then froze as his black eyes dropped toward her belly. Beneath the shirt it was protruding slightly.

His brow furrowed as he looked up to her face. Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m…I’m sorry Severus,” she cried, pulling her arm out of his hand and fleeing the room.

He stood there, stunned.

Hermione’s roommate looked at him.

“Surprise,” she said, grinning at him. Then her eyes narrowed.

“You know, she’s going to be out of commission for a few months…if you need a back-up…” she said suggestively.

Severus’ eyes raked over the witch. She wore pancake makeup, heavy mascara and liner, and wore black lipstick. Her black hair was long and lank.

“I assure you, Miss, I need no backup,” he snarled at her, exiting the room after Hermione.

He strode up the hall and found the witch, sitting in the recreation room in a small chair, bent over and crying. He walked over to her and knelt.

“Hermione…stop crying,” he said, placing his hand on hers.

Hermione looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

“My…my contraceptive patch…I forgot to replace it the last week of my internship. So much was going on. I’m pregnant, Severus. I’m so sorry,” she said brokenly.

Severus looked at her for a long moment. Then he stood up, took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“Come on. We’re getting your things,” he said, locking his arm in hers and walking back to the dorm.

As the witches watched, Severus transformed a piece of parchment into a box, and began reducing all Hermione’s things and placing them inside. When he was finished, he reduced the box itself and placed it in his pocket. He caught Hermione by her hand.

“Come witch,” he said imperiously, practically dragging her out the door.

Hermione’s roommate looked after them.

“How the fuck did a witch like that land a wizard like him?” she muttered. Then she walked over to the mirror and looked at herself appraisingly. “Maybe I’m trying too hard.”

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Severus took Hermione to administration and put in a change of address for her, not allowing her to say one word. He then apparated with her to Hogsmeade.

“Why are we here?” she asked him.

“Come on,” he said, still scowling.

Hermione walked quietly beside him, not knowing what to think. He hadn’t said one word about her being pregnant. He was scowling, but she didn’t know if it was because she was pregnant or because she didn’t tell him she was pregnant. She wanted to, but was afraid of his reaction. He might have thought she was trying to trap him into marriage. She wasn’t. It really had been a mistake. She didn’t know what to do, so didn’t do anything. But she knew he would show up sooner or later. It ended up sooner.

They entered a clothing store. A clerk walked up to them.

“May I help you?” she asked, looking at the scowling wizard and the pretty, but nervous witch on his arm.

“Maternity,” Severus growled at the clerk.

She quickly led the way.

Severus released Hermione and told the clerk, “She needs maternity clothing. Make sure she gets everything she needs. Price doesn’t matter.”

The clerk smiled broadly, and practically rubbed her hands together. She was going to clean up on commissions today.

“Certainly sir,” she said, taking the stunned Hermione by the arm and leading her into the clothing area.

About an hour and a half later, they were at the checkout counter, a huge pile of clothing in front of them. Severus paid for the clothing and gave them the address he wanted them delivered to. Then he caught Hermione’s arm again.

“Come witch,” he said, leading her out of the store, down the street and into a furniture store. Another clerk walked up to the couple.

“I need to furnish a nursery,” Severus said, giving the clerk the dimensions of the room. “I want everything a nursing mother and baby needs. Go with him, Hermione. Pick out what designs and colors you want. No hedging. Get everything you need. I’ll be back for you shortly.”

Severus left the witch standing with the clerk who said, “Shall we get started, Mrs.?”

Hermione looked at him.

“I’m afraid that’s Miss,” she corrected him.

The clerk gave her a measuring glance. Another unwed mother. Pity. But still, she was going to be well provided for. A sale was a sale.

“Come then, Miss,” he said, guiding her to the baby furniture.

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Severus walked up the street toward the jewelers. His head was spinning. Hermione pregnant? Why did she hide that from him? This was definitely a fuckable offense if there ever was one, but her condition was too delicate for rough riding now. He’d have to wait for her to have the baby. Baby? His baby? His child? He knew there was no question of fatherhood. She had been with no one other than him.

A baby. A son or a daughter. His blood. His seed. The Potions Master felt his chest tighten. He was going to be a father. A father. Severus Snape…a daddy. Good gods.

He wasn’t angry. He was stunned, but fell right into work mode. A mother and child needed things, so he did what he thought was right to do, provide them…immediately. Hermione would lack for nothing. He would hook up the floo directly to the university so she could get back and forth to classes, and Eli would take care of the baby while she was in class. Eli had helped raise him and was quite adept at childcare, though he did have a tendency to spoil children.

He turned into the jewelry shop. The clerk approached him.

“Rings,” Severus said, “I need an engagement ring and two wedding rings.”

“Yes sir, they are right over here,” the clerk said, smiling.

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A/N: At last, another chapter. Sorry for the slowness. I’m having some trouble with my hands and am on some new meds that are supposed to help. Bad timing, since I had to drop a weeklong assignment I managed to get…typing intensive. Not good news for the bills. But things happen. Hopefully this too shall pass. Anyways, looks like the story took quite a turn eh? Severus is stepping up to the plate too. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

 

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