#1 ~ What Was I Thinking? ~ Part 1

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. I’m just making lemonade.
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Chapter 10 ~ Chow’s On

Severus woke up about two hours later. It was dark. They had fallen asleep in the late afternoon, just before sunset. He quietly summoned his robe, felt around in his pocket and withdrew his wand. He pointed it at the light switch by the front door, and the overhead light clicked on.

He looked over at Hermione, who was lying on her stomach, her hands tucked under her belly, face turned away from him, snuggled into the pillow, her hair tangled around her head. She was snoring lightly. His eyes traveled down her body, over the smooth curve of her shoulders, the dimpled indentation of the small of her back, to the swell of her curvaceous hips and rounded ass. He could bounce off that ass for hours. He noticed her thighs were still coated with her drying come, and did a quick, but thorough cleaning spell on her. She sighed, shifted, but didn’t wake up.

Serverus was glad to have awakened to find she wasn’t wrapped around him, as some women did when he fell asleep with them. It showed that subconsciously, she really did intend to give him his space. Plus, he didn’t want her to associate tender embraces with him. Let her experience that with someone who would love her completely…someone who would be a very lucky man. But Merlin, he certainly appreciated her. He had come to this arrangement with the idea that Hermione would be a shrinking violet, someone who would be submissive and weak, terrified of what she had gotten herself into, someone who he would ravage unmercifully, unleash himself on as just another vessel on which to vent his needs. He had fully intended to send her home the next morning, sore and sobbing that she had made a mistake. It had thrown him for a loop when she got fed up with his stalling and tried to turn the tables and mount him. She almost succeeded. Almost. But she certainly wasn’t submissive. And that made it good.

He certainly had ravaged her, he had fucked her with all the brutal strength he had…and she met him with equal measure as best she could with her inexperience. She made him respond. Certainly he had taken his pleasure of her, but he was surprised that her satisfaction was important to him. In most of his encounters, the woman’s satisfaction was something incidental, a side effect. She was a come-bucket and nothing more. With his size and inherent ferocity, an orgasm was pretty much a done deal. But this encounter was different. True, Hermione wasn’t experienced…but by Circe, her inexperience didn’t matter at all, because her passion made up for it. He had enjoyed her body, not just used it. And Merlin! When she tasted herself, and took a guilty pleasure in it, he knew he had an uncut jewel in his hands. And oh, those spells she used…there was a lot to be said for initiative.

Yes, Hermione had been a virgin, but she was right…she had truly been ready for sex. And she had the intelligence to seek out someone experienced to introduce her to it, although she had a tough time dealing with her desires when she found him in the form of her snarky potions master.

Here, Severus grinned as he remembered experiencing her decision to let him be the one to fuck her. That had to have been hard. He wasn’t the most approachable person in any case, just as likely to insult her as speak to her.. She might not have even acted on it, except for the fact he discovered her secret desire, and his libido took the initiative. He didn’t even have to seduce her, her own body did that…though he did take a great pleasure in making her even more desperate. He hardened as he remembered fighting her off in the corridor. Her desperate need for him had been their foreplay. Weeks of wanting her, and knowing how badly she wanted him substituted for tender kisses and caresses that really had no place in their world.

Yet he suspected Hermione had instinctively known he would fuck her if he knew she wanted it. She was young. Pretty. The chaste, intelligent, sensible pride of Gryffindor. The girl with the level head, who focused on studies, instead of boys. One of the Golden Trio, who could do no wrong. How could he have resisted the opportunity to knock her off the pretty little pedestal Hogwarts had raised for her and fuck the shit out of her when she hit the ground? He was a Slytherin after all. Slytherins never missed an opportunity to screw Gryffindor house out of anything they could. Especially a nubile young woman. McGonagol would string him up by his balls with razor wire if she knew he had deflowered her precious charge. He chuckled as he imagined her wrath.

Severus knew that although Hermione did not love him, she felt she owed him. Actually, she felt everyone in the wizarding world owed him. And she was right, he supposed, though he had long ago given up any idea of recognition or appreciation for the role he played in working for the Light. He couldn’t afford glory. If word got out, he’d be a dead man as quick as one could say “Avada Kedavra”.

He looked at the naked woman lying next to him. She hadn’t even tried to cover herself up afterwards, but lay there peacefully, vulnerable and open to any of his desires. There was no guilt or shame in her about what they had done, or what they would do again. Not only did she want to learn about sex from him, she believed he deserved her virginity. It was almost as if she ascribed to the medieval practice of “First Night Rights” where knights of the realm had the right to be the first to sleep with the virgin daughters of the peasants they protected. Afterwards, the women were free to marry and get on with their lives without shame. He could definitely live with that.

His cock was rock hard now, and her ass was so tempting. He could take her from the back. He started to reach for her pink little clit, when his stomach growled ferociously. He realized he was hungry. Hermione shifted again, turning her face toward him. Damn, this would have to wait until he ate. He was going to need his strength. He only had a few more hours with her before they parted ways. He was going to put those hours to good use.

He rolled carefully out the bed, so he wouldn’t disturb the sleeping witch. Taking his wand with him, he performed a cleansing spell on the small puddle of come Hermione had left on the floor in front of the chair. He then repaired her dress, folded it neatly and laid it on top of the dresser. He had to search for her panties, bra and shoes. He found them scattered on the floor in the kitchen area. He brought her panties up to his nose and sniffed deeply…his mouth practically watered as he inhaled her scent. He performed a cleaning spell on her underclothes and laid them neatly on the dresser also.

He then went to the loo to relieve himself. His cock was a little sore, but that was fine. He washed his hands and walked back into the kitchen area, where he opened the cooler and found bread, cheese, fresh fruit and cold cuts. There was a quart of fresh milk, orange juice and a pitcher of cold water. He nodded to himself. Perfect repast. Nothing too heavy to slow them down. He opened the cupboard and found coffee, tea and sugar. Feeling lazy, he used his wand to fix the tea and coffee, then created a platter and arranged the fruit, meat, bread and cheese attractively on it. He popped a grape into his mouth. He walked back over to the bed, reached down and shook Hermione.

“Wake up,” he said gruffly, deciding that she’d respond better if he were a bit snarky. “You’ve got to eat something.”

Hermione rolled over and groaned, “Just five more minutes, mom. Ok?”
Severus drank in her beautiful breasts. Unable to help himself, he knelt and took a nipple in his mouth and suckled it, as he grasped body globes and massaged them roughly. Hermione groaned and arched up into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair and guiding the motion of his head sleepily. Severus bit, licked and sucked, alternating between them. His hand slid down to cup her pussy, rubbing it gently, before flicking his thumb over her clit.

“Yesssss,” she sighed, opening her legs wider. Her eyes were open now, soft and still sleep filled. Severus continued his ministrations a few moments longer…his cock fully erect now and raring to go. Then he stopped.

“Nooooo,” Hermione groaned, reaching out to him.

Severus grabbed her outstretched arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Time to get up and eat, woman,” he said roughly as his stomach battled with his cock for dominance. “How do you expect to survive me if you don’t keep your strength up?”

“Ok. Ok. But I have to pee first,” she said, yawning. She stretched languorously walked unsteadily toward the bathroom. She grabbed her overnight bag from the floor and took it with her.

Pee?

Severus shrugged. Must be a muggle term. After a few moments, he heard the loo flush, then the faucet turn on. There was the sound of scrubbing.

Brushing her teeth.

After a minute or two, the faucet stopped. He heard her mutter a curse and then there was silence.” After a tense moment, Severus called, “What are you doing in there?”

“Brushing my hair. It’s a fright.” She called back.

“It’s fine. I’m only going to tangle it up again anyway. Get out here so we can eat. I’m starving.” Serverus said warningly.

Hermione came out with a small scowl on her face. She walked past him, purposely rubbing her hip on his extended cock as she passed.

“Minx,” he growled.

She looked at him, eyebrows raised in innocence. “What?” she asked, with a little smirk.

Severus stalked past her to the kitchen counter and sat on a stool. He pulled the other out. “Come here and eat already. I’ve got something big waiting for you.”

He looked down at his cock meaningfully.

Hermione licked her lips. She couldn’t help it. The thought of him on top of her, fucking her again was too delicious. She hurried over and sat down.

Hermione ate with a relish that only Ron Weasley could beat. Severus watched her inhale the food with amusement as he worked on his own full plate. She had wanted milk, opposed to tea, and he had given her a tall glass of it.

She gulped it down, and when she lowered the glass, a creamy milk mustache decorated her top lip. Serverus stared at her, thinking obviously lewd thoughts. She caught the look in his eye, and brought her hand to her mouth, and felt the wetness there. She looked at him wantonly as she ran her finger over her lip, and collected the milk on the tip. She opened her mouth wide, inserted the finger and sucked on it sensually before pulling it out with a pop.

Severus’ jaw clenched as she teased him. He pushed his plate away and grabbed her off the stool and pulled her tight against him and began to rape her mouth with his tongue. She squeaked as his hands ran up and down her back, and then dropped to her ass. He squeezed it hard with both hands, and crushed her to his cock. It stood hard and hot against her belly. She began to pant as a ball of desire burst into life between her legs. One hand came up and gripped her breast, worrying the soft flesh, catching her nipple between his fingers. Severus then slid his other hand between her thighs, and began massaging her wet pussy. Hermione shuddered against him. It felt so good…she ground herself down on his hand, moaning desperately. Suddenly Severus wrapped his arms around her body, lifted her up and deposited her on the kitchen counter, scattering the plates. He pulled her toward the edge and spread her thighs.

Hermione leaned back, her eyes blazing with lust as he lowered his head and buried his nose in her curls. With his hands holding her thighs apart, he twisted his head back and forth, his nose rubbing over her clit. Hermione gurgled and fisted her hands in his hair, trying to pull him closer. Severus parted her pussy lips with one finger and licked around her clit, first up one side and down the other. Hermione ground herself against his mouth and he pushed her roughly back before taking her clit between his teeth and mauling it lightly. She screamed with pleasure as he then applied his tongue to soothe it. Her sweet, musky juices were starting to spill down his chin, so he found her opening and began lapping the ambrosia up greedily, Hermione humping her pelvis as he struggled to hold the witch in place. Her head was swinging side to side, and her grip on his hair was painful as she pulled on it wildly. He inserted his tongue into her hot, wet tunnel…rolling it around her walls and thrusting deeper and deeper inside her.

“Gods, yes, Severus…yes...oh...yes…baby!”

Baby? Did she just call me a baby?

Hermione’s hips were rolling now, and her belly too…in the most extraordinary, erotic way. It was actually rippling as Severus lapped, sucked and tongued her pussy, the motions of Hermione’s body making the walls of her cunt, tightened and shudder in a most delicious way around his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her and thrust them deeply, as her walls continued to flex and writhe around them, Hermione still rolling her stomach muscles oddly. Oh, he had to feel that around his cock. He pulled his fingers out of her, straightened and brought his cock to her entrance, rubbing it up and down her juicy slit.

“Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing, “ he growled hoarsely as he shoved his swollen member inside her. Hermione yowled as he grabbed her waist and pulled her forward as he slammed into her tight, rolling wetness. Her pussy walls grabbed and massaged him firmly. He groaned as he slammed into her again and again, reveling in the feeling of her body writhing over him, her belly and hips doing that odd luscious roll. Their bodies slapped together wetly, his pelvic bone crushing her clit and making her wail his name, egging him on “Yes…faster…Severus, harder…bust me up…oh gods do it do it do it …”
Severus fucked her for all he was worth, his huge cock burgeoning through her tightness, up against her cervix. She cried out at every deep thrust, and leaned herself forward, her forehead bouncing against his chin as his balls slapped against her over and over. When she leaned, she put a delicious pressure on his shaft, changing the angle of his thrust, and gods it felt good. He gripped her tighter, shoving her onto him, plunging like a madman, his eyes closed feeling nothing but sensation and wetness and deepness and …gods

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me hurt me hurt me hurt me good Severus…I’m coming …please….please…gods…” Hermione convulsed as she rocked against him, bouncing like a rag doll.

Severus jerked her down so her body was halfway off the counter. Her head flung back hitting the wall but her hair cushioned the impact. She was so far gone she didn’t feel it anyway as the potions master pistoned between her thighs like a jackhammer. His cock battered her, and she started a long, low keen as her orgasm began, her pussy clenching down on him so hard, it was sucking him. She burst like a nova, and bathed his cock in hot, creamy come as he bellowed and followed her, arching and plunging himself deeply into her, forcing her cervix back, causing her to scream incoherently once more as his hot gush filled her, mingling with her own essence and spilling out around his shaft. He gave her a few more desperate thrusts as his balls emptied into her, his mouth slack and open, his hair plastered to his face, every muscle straining…straining…straining until he fell forward against her, his face between her wet breasts, his body, eyes closed tightly shuddering body collapsed against her shuddering, her heart pounding in his ears at an amazing rate. He felt her hand caress his head tenderly as she whispered his name and told him he was amazing…

“No,” he panted against her breast. “You are amazing. What was that you were doing with your belly? It felt gods it was indescribable…you were about to pull my cock off…”

Hermione let her head drop forward, then rolled it around to stop her neck from cramping from bending awkwardly against the wall.

“I took up belly dancing last year. It develops lower muscle control. I thought that it might feel good to you if I did that…”

“It did. It felt very good, Hermione,” he sighed, kissing her directly over her heart. He looked up at her, a smoldering passion evident in his eyes.

“You are a wonder, Hermione Granger,” he said softly. You are incredible. Beautiful, talented and incredible.”

He let his head fall back between her breasts and closed his eyes as his breathing slowed. He was still inside her, soft, limp, but reluctant to withdraw. Her warmth was comforting. Contentment.

Hermione looked down at him, and kissed the top of his head.

“You deserve incredible, and more.” she whispered kindly and he shifted against her.

Easing her head back to the wall, Hermione closed her eyes.

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A/N: Not the last chapter. They have a few hours left and miles to go before they sleep. More lemons to come.