Professor Snape Loses It

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Chapter 10 ~ It’s All About Compromise

There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. And Hermione experienced the true meaning of that phrase that night in the Potions Master’s rooms. After his ‘deflowerment’ Severus’ recovery time significantly lessened, possibly because he loved fucking Hermione and would not stay off her for longer than half an hour at a time. The witch who wanted to be the first to fuck Severus Snape, got her wish in spades.

The Potions Master was insatiable, and Hermione was twisted into positions she never dreamed possible while pummeled by the delighted Potions Master over and over again. He fucked her far into the night, until her body gave out and she crawled away from him, only to have him drag her back, telling her repeatedly that his deflowerment was not yet over as he thrust into her. Finally, at four in the morning she managed to escape Severus’ rooms while he slept, recovering. When he awoke, he was furious she got away from him, and seriously considered disillusioning himself, breaking into her rooms and taking the remaining night’s worth of pussy he felt she owed him. His service was supposed to be overnight after all. But Severus decided against it, and retired, wrapping himself tightly in the silk sheets. They smelled of her.

The next morning a bedraggled Hermione showed up at breakfast. She had showered and took several healing potions, but she looked thoroughly reamed anyway, her skin pale and slight circles under her eyes. Severus had really worked her petite body over, inside and out. The four witches took one look at her and knew she had indeed tangled with the Potions Master. Madam Hooch collected her winnings delightedly.

Severus swooped into the Great Hall about half an hour after Hermione. He looked quite relaxed, and had a very hearty breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and sausages, along with two glasses of pumpkin juice, coffee and a sweet roll. He was aware of the witches’ eyes on him searching for ‘differences’ in his person or demeanor. He looked at them, gave them all a rather lascivious grin and actually winked, which sent them into blushing titters. Then he met Hermione’s tired eyes and gave her a very hot and hungry look. The witch hugged herself and shuddered.

Madam Hooch desperately tried to get details of Hermione’s night with the Potions Master, but Hermione would only say that Severus was adequately deflowered, really was hung like a hippogriff, and she did not intend to ever engage him in anything remotely sexual again.

Severus, however had other ideas. He gave her a good week before he became solicitous, inviting her to browse his private library and select any book she liked to take to her rooms and peruse. Severus never loaned out his books, since most of them were quite rare and extremely valuable. Even Albus had to sit in his study if he wanted to examine one of his tomes. But Hermione wasn’t falling for it. After that night with him, she knew that he was completely capable of luring her to his rooms, seducing her and fucking her unmercifully for quite a long time. She stayed true to her word and did not engage him again.

One night, Hermione returned to Hogwarts after another Girl’s Night Out with Minerva, Pomona, Poppy and Rolanda, and walked toward her rooms. She heard giggling and paused outside her door to see who was in the corridor making such a racket at this time of night. She looked up the hall and saw Severus striding toward his office with a rather buxom blonde witch on his arm. He saw Hermione, and greeted her.

“Good evening, Hermione,” he said, as the giggling witch on his arm, who was a bit inebriated, latched on to his throat. He had to pull her away.

“Stop it. You’ll have time to suck on me soon enough,” he hissed at her.

“Promise?” she giggled at him.

“Yes,” he replied.

His black eyes swept over the witch for a moment, then turned on Hermione, who felt her stomach clutching tightly at the sight of the witch clinging to his lean body

“Did you have a good Girl’s Night Out?” he asked her, his black eyes intense as he looked at her, holding the silly witch off of him. Her hands were trying to reach interesting parts of his body.

“Yes,” Hermione said, a chill in her voice. Severus caught it. “But I see you are busy, Professor…or will be. I’ll bid you good night,” she said, opening her office door and letting herself in without another word.

Severus stood there a moment staring at the closed door. The woman pulled on him insistently.

“Come on, Professor…let’s get busy,” she gushed

The Professor opened his office door and let her in, following behind her and closing the door.

Two hours later, the Professor lay on his back in his bed, alone and dissatisfied. He had sent the woman back to the Three Broomsticks with an illegal port key after fucking her once. He had picked her up there, and she had seemed quite willing to engage him. He was horny as hell. It had been two months since he fucked Hermione, and it didn’t seem as if she would return to his bed. Bringing the woman back to his rooms had been a mistake. First, she was a pick-up. He had no idea how many wizards had picked her up. Then he had to cast a cleansing spell on her, not knowing how clean she was. He couldn’t bring himself to taste her, though he did kiss her…but not even that was satisfying.

When he fucked her, of course she was snug because of his size, but it just wasn’t the same. She wasn’t Hermione. She made a lot of noise, but her cries didn’t move him, they just didn’t seem to well up from her soul like with the Gryffindor witch. Severus slaked his lust on her however and reached climax. She was very satisfied with his performance, but he felt rather empty and had no desire to have another go with her, so he thanked her, made a port key and sent her on her way. He lay in the bed thinking how different women were. Obviously pussy wasn’t enough. His thoughts turned to Hermione and how she had looked at him before she entered her rooms. She looked hurt, but he couldn’t understand why when she turned down his advances time and time again. She awakened him, after all. Did she expect him to sink back into a celibate life? He didn’t know what to do about her, but he missed her and he wanted her. He thought about Albus, and what he would say if he came to him.

“Talk to her, Severus.”

He sighed. Yes, he would do that as soon as possible. He didn’t want another night like tonight unless it was with his First.

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Hermione walked into her office with her stomach in knots. Seeing Severus with that witch had made her feel all cold inside. And he had the nerve to look at her the way he did, with the woman crawling all over him.

She opened the wall and entered her private rooms, going directly to her bedroom, divestoing her clothing and climbing into bed. She had been tired when she arrived at Hogwarts, but now she was wide awake. She tried not to think of Severus in the room next door finding pleasure with another woman. She sighed. What did she expect? She had turned him away every time he tried to initiate intimacy with her. She had woken him up. Did she expect him to return to a celibate life after her? Hermione sighed.

She had decided not to fuck Severus again simply because he was too demanding…he didn’t know when to stop. He had fucked her more than ten times that night, really fucked her. No quickies and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t rape, more like seductive coercion, but he had no regard for her feelings or her exhaustion. He would have ridden her until daybreak if she hadn’t crept away. He was sexy, strong, and an unbelievable lover but he was just too much for her to handle.

Still, she felt sick to her stomach that another woman was experiencing his passion. Tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked them back. Would he and the witch he was with tonight become lovers? She didn’t know, but the woman didn’t seem to be that bright, and Severus appreciated intelligence…he would probably need a reasonably intelligent woman to sustain a relationship. He couldn’t spend all his time fucking her. Or could he?

Hermione still dreamed about him sometimes, but now the dreams went the whole distance and didn’t stop with him mounting her as they did before she fucked him. She would reach climax in her sleep on these occasions, but they were nothing compared to being with the wizard himself. Hermione rolled over, pulling herself into a fetal position and tried to sleep. It was a long time coming.

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The next morning as Hermione left her rooms to go to breakfast in the Great Hall, she was snatched from the dungeons corridor and into the Potions office by Severus, who held her pressed tight against his body until she stopped struggling. He turned her and held her at arm’s length, his black eyes meeting her amber ones.

“Hermione, we need to talk,” he said softly.

She scowled at him.

“We have nothing to talk about, Severus,” she said.

His face darkened rather dangerously.

“Yes we do,” he hissed as he warded the door strongly and pulled her wand out of her pocket.

“Give me that!” Hermione said, making a grab for it, but he held it out of reach.

“I’ll return it to you after you talk to me. I don’t particularly feel like being hexed this morning. Now sit down,” he said gesturing to the wooden chair in front of his desk. Hermione stalked over to it and sat down, crossing her arms, a stubborn look on her face.

Severus sighed and leaned back against his desk and studied her. What a contrast she was to that passionate witch who had shown him what pleasure really was. He did appreciate her like this, however…well maybe not angry at him, but in her usually state of brilliance and dedication to her work. That he knew the other side of her, the wild, passionate side was something he held rather dear, know there were few who knew what a lioness she was. Her amber eyes looked up at him.

“What do you want to talk to me about, Severus?” she asked him coldly.

“I want to know why you won’t return to my bed,” he said, his black eyes on her intently.

“I don’t know why you should worry about that. It seems you have no trouble filling it,” she replied stiffly.

Severus sighed.

“The woman last night was a mistake, Hermione. I was lonely and I was horny. You wouldn’t come to me, so I thought another woman would do. But I was wrong. I fucked her one time and sent her away because she wasn’t you. It was you I really wanted,” he said sincerely. “There’s no substitute for you. For my First.”

Hermione looked at the dark wizard as he stared down at her. His referring to her as his First, made her chest tighten a little.

“Hermione, please tell me why you won’t return to my bed. Didn’t I satisfy you? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me, and I’ll try to fix it, make it right,” Severus said, aware that he was pleading with the witch. He had never before pleaded for anything. Not even his life at the hands of the Dark Lord. But yet, here he was. Absolutely whipped. And he found he didn’t care if he could convince her to come to him again.

Hermione sighed. She wasn’t the least bit angry at him for his interlude with the woman. She could understand it. Plus, it was obvious it didn’t mean anything to him or he wouldn’t have brought her here to find out what was wrong between them. She knew Severus well. He didn’t hesitate to speak honestly whether what he had to say was good or bad. She had no reason to doubt his sincerity now.

“I haven’t returned to your bed, because you are too demanding Severus. Your cock is huge and you used it like a weapon on me. You rode me until I could barely walk. Even healing potions didn’t help much. You are an amazing lover, but too much for me,” she said, looking up at him.

He considered.

“I’m sorry, Hermione. But you have to realize it was my first time, my first night with a woman. Everything about you made me want more of you. You were so good to me that I couldn’t help taking you over and over. You were addictive. I didn’t mean to drive you away,” he said.

Hermione dropped her head, not wanting him to see her tears forming. But he divined she was crying, and pulled a handkerchief out of his inner shirt pocket and handed it to her.

“Hermione, I think about you all the time. I can’t get you out of my mind. When I took that woman last night, something integral was missing. Something I need to feel complete. Something that distinctly belongs to you,” he said.

Severus walked forward and kneeled before Hermione, taking her hand in his and covering it with his other. His black eyes burned into hers.

“Hermione, come back to me. When I take you I will be careful not to abuse the gift you give to me. I promise you this with every fiber of my being. There is no substitute for you. No substitute for my First. You wanted me once. I can make you want me again and need no one else. Please Hermione,” Severus said, caressing her hand gently.

Hermione looked at him.

““No more ten plus fucks a night?” she asked him

“No,” Severus said, kissing her hand.

“No more tackling me, throwing me over your shoulder and flinging me to the bed?” she asked.

“Only if you desire that treatment,” he said, his eyes glittering, “I understand some women like the ‘caveman’ approach. Severus took her fingertips in his mouth gently.

Hermione considered this. Yes, sometimes the caveman approach was rather appealing.

“No more twisting me into pretzels?” she asked him.

The Potions Master hesitated. He couldn’t promise her that one.

“I will put a limit on the number of pretzels I twist you into,” he bargained.

“One pretzel position a night,” she countered.

“Three,” he replied

“Two, and they have to be done during the same fucking,” Hermione said with finality.

“Done,” Severus said, giving her a lustful smile as he kissed her hand, then her mouth. But although the kiss was passionate, and hungry, it was gentle. He pulled away from the witch, his eyes dark with desire.

“You know, I don’t have a class until eleven,” he purred at her. “I can have breakfast sent down. That’s three free hours.”

Hermione felt familiar warmth spread through her lower belly at the look in Severus’s eyes. She stood up.

“We haven’t discussed quickies yet,” she informed him as she took his arm.

“Seven quickies a week,” Severus said walking her toward his study door, “One per day. Not limited to the dungeons”

He pulled the furthest torch in three directions and the wall rose, allowing them entrance

“Three quickies a week, with one optional,” Hermione countered walking into the study with the Potions Master. “No sudden surprises.”

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

“But that takes the fun out of it. Four quickies a week, two optional, one of which is ‘Taken by Storm.’”

Hermione chuckled as the door slid closed behind them.

“Severus Snape, you are insatiable.”

THE END

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A/N: And that’s the end. Hoped you enjoyed this story. I just want to let you all know that I may be going offline in the very near future, due to finances unfortunately, so if a story isn’t completed suddenly, you’ll know why. Thanks for all the reviews, comments and emails. Please leave a last review. Thanks :)