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Chapter 14 ~ A Battle in the ROR
Hermione and Severus walked down the cellar stairs to the training area beneath Grimmauld Place. Neither said a word. Hermione’s eyes were narrowed, and her hands clenched to her sides. All she could think of was her fist making contact with Severus’ face one good time. She’d gladly take an ass kicking for that privilege.
Severus, on the other hand was in full-blown sex mode. Hermione this way made his blood boil. He wanted to beat her, yes, but in an entirely different way than Hermione wanted her satisfaction. She technically wasn’t a virgin, though she had never experienced a satisfactory sex act. And since she wasn’t a virgin, he had no intentions on treating her like one. She was tough. Having her in a bed would have been nice, but it definitely wasn’t necessary. Mats would be fine.
Hermione approached the wall to the ROR and made the necessary passes for the door to appear. She pushed her way in, followed by Severus. The ROR created a very simple scenario for them. Padded floors and walls. There was a stack of mats in the corner. Hermione immediately began to loosen up, bouncing up and down, rolling her head and shoulders, doing a few kicks and punches.
She surreptiously watched as Severus took a stance and tensed his muscles, bulking up for a moment. He rolled his shoulders back, and she heard a cracking noise. He rolled his neck from side to side, and there was also a popping sound. He did a couple of leg stretches. Then he cracked both his fists. Hermione stared at him a moment. The Potions Master was extremely strong. Ah well. She’d have to count on her ability to use her size and quickness.
She did a backbend, then flipped over neatly. This was followed by two splits, one to the front and one to the sides. Severus looked at the witch as she bounced with her legs spread out on either side of her, and stifled a groan. He hadn’t realized she was so…flexible. If she didn’t stop bouncing soon, she’d see for herself the answer to Tonks’ question about how big his cock was. The Potions Master turned away from her and did a few kicks and punches.
Finally they both finished their warm-ups. Twenty meters apart, they faced each other, narrowed amber eyes meeting steady black eyes. Hermione took a defensive stance, right shoulder forward, hands held open and slightly curled, right foot slightly forward. Her eyes swept over Severus. He had long legs and arms. She would have to get inside of his striking distance to do any damage. She would have to go for close contact. There’d be no other way she could touch him. She hoped her battles with his golem would pay off. Hopefully the ROR had made it nearly as skilled as the Potions Master.
Severus lowered his hands and took a deep breath before taking his own stance, his black eyes taking in the witch’s body language. He was watching for any telltale sign of when she would attack. They faced each other this way for about ten seconds before Hermione charged the Potions Master, throwing a flurry of kicks and blows, which he countered.
The Potions Master dropped low to sweep Hermione’s feet from under her, but she knew the move, jumped and kicked him in the chest, knocking him on his ass. It seemed the golem did use the Potions Master’s technique. Hermione smiled at him sweetly before taking her stance again.
Severus looked up at her for a moment, stood up and dusted himself off. Then he launched himself at her, feinting a front kick, then catching her in the side of the head with his elbow when she dodged. He pulled the blow, but only slightly. She staggered to the left, but recovered quickly. She shook her head and began to circle him, her eyes full of fire. She looked magnificent to the wizard. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been admiring her, because the witch darted in suddenly, grasped his arm, twisted her body into his, dropped and threw him over her shoulder, slamming him hard to the mat. Damn she was fast. Hermione stomped on Severus’ stomach for good measure, before dancing away, just managing to escape his sweeping grab at her leg. Normally she would have gone for his groin with the stomp, but, well, she really didn’t want to do him any damage there.
The stomp didn’t hurt Severus a bit. He was so strongly built he was able to absorb it. The Potions Master stood up again, his black eyes glittering.
“I see battling my golem in the middle of the night has paid off for you, somewhat,” he commented.
Hermione shrugged and gave him a half-assed smile. She wasn’t going to waste time talking. She had an ass to kick. She was growing more confident, having taken him down two times. She decided to try the same move again, figuring he wouldn’t expect her to do the same move twice, and she circled him again, changing up her stance from time to time to keep him guessing. Hermione feinted left, and Severus pretended to be fooled, but when she darted in, the Potions Master grabbed her, lifted her up and flipped her over, throwing her hard to the ground, then dropping on her hard with an elbow to the stomach. He connected, but Hermione managed to punch him in the face, hard. She worked on her solar plexus muscles and was also able to absorb the blow, though there was some pain. Before the Potions Master could get up, Hermione slipped her arms under his and attempted to put him in a full nelson, but he extended his long arms over his head and pulled downward, slipping away. She only managed to hang on to him with her hands, trying to use her body weight to keep him off-balance while she attempted to tangle his long legs in her own.
They wrestled, applying and slipping locks and holds, Hermione’s small body twisting and curling. Her limberness helped keep her mobile, Severus unable to apply painful locks because she simply bent along with his motions. They rolled over and over, struggling against each other, each trying to gain the advantage. Severus gave her a blow to the head that stunned her for a moment, and he was able to pin her down with her arms extended over her head, his long body lying full length on top of hers. He looked down at her.
“Now, isn’t this an interesting position, Hermione?” he asked. Hermione was panting, her breasts heaving, her amber eyes furious as they looked up at the wizard.
“You’ve got me. Let me up,” she hissed at him
The Potions Master stared down at her, his black eyes heating up reminding her of the hot, hard look he gave her last night when he had her against the wall. She swallowed, and felt desire flaring in her belly. Then he smirked, and rolled off her.
He stood up, looking down at her.
“Well, Hermione…by the look on your face, you look like you’re torn between fighting me or fucking me. Personally, I hope you fuck better than you fight. If you don’t, then I’m sure to be disappointed,” he sneered at her. Hermione turned bright red and leaped to her feet.
“Why you arrogant son of a …”she said, her amber eyes flashing furiously as she attacked him with vicious kicks and blows. She was full contact now, and Severus was hard put to block her furious assault on him. Inwardly, he was loving it. She was mad, and you can’t fight well when you’re angry.
“How…do you….know you won’t…disappoint me?” Hermione spat as she continued her attack, backing the Potions Master up. They were moving toward the stack of mats in the corner of the room.
Severus blocked a particularly brutal kick with his forearms.
“Because, unlike you…I know…how to fuck,” he panted. Hermione paused in her attack to catch her breath. She was covered with a sheen of sweat, her hair sticking to her face. She pushed it out of the way.
“You don’t know what I know,” she hissed at him.
“I know you’re afraid to let go,” the Potions Master said, his black eyes fixed to hers, “I know you’d rather take the bitch’s way out and just give in to me like you have no passion or needs of your own.”
“You’re wrong!” she yelled at him, rushing forward and tackling him so forcefully she knocked the wind out of the wizard. They fell on the stack of mats, Severus landing on his back. Hermione quickly straddled him, holding his arms down, shifting her weight to her arms to try and keep him pinned. But she knew she wasn’t strong enough to keep him down, but for right now she had the upper hand. Bitch’s way out, eh?
Severus was trying to catch his breath, and looking up at the witch glaring down at him. Suddenly Hermione punched him hard in the side of the head.
“I don’t take the bitch’s way out of anything. Anything!” she seethed.
Then she kissed him.
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A/N: Whoa doggy! Severus, you are a manipulative genius. Please review.
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