Woes of a Potions Master

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 10 ~ Closing the Distance

Severus watched as his wife and Ginny emerged from the joke shop. Ginny carried a small bag in her hand, but he couldn’t tell what was in it. She probably had whatever they bought reduced in size to be easier to carry. The redheaded witch had said that she was taking Hermione shopping as her treat. So he assumed whatever was in the bag belonged to his wife. Damn Fred and George for their safeguards.

Severus looked at his wife closely. She looked excited. There was a flush on her face, and definitely something rather naughty around her amber eyes. It was the sexy kind of naughty too, close to the look she’d give him before she’d go down on him. Gods, he felt like he hadn’t had a blowjob in years. He throbbed as he watched his wife walk arm in arm with Ginny. She never looked more desirable.

The two witches apparated, and the image died out for a moment, then returned. They were in Hogsmeade now, apparently heading to the Three Broomsticks Inn. Severus had stopped through there on his way back to Hogwarts and told Rosmerta to put whatever they ordered on his account.

He watched as the witches entered the Three Broomsticks and a smiling Rosmerta walked up and escorted them to an isolated table near the back of the inn. She left them there, then returned with water and two menus. Severus watched as they ordered. Rosmerta brought Ginny a huge sandwich of some type, while Hermione had a small salad. Severus’ brow furrowed. Hermione had a large appetite for a witch so small, and her eating salad could only mean one thing. She was extremely nervous about something. Hermione would worry herself to the point where she couldn’t keep her food down, and would eat light anytime something was bothering her. He wished he knew what was going through his wife’s mind right now. He watched as they finished their food. Rosmerta collected their plates and Ginny ordered something else. Hermione shook her head no, but Ginny pressed her. His wife nodded and Rosmerta left.

After a few moments, Rosmerta returned with two tall glasses of pink liquid. Hermione took a sip, and her eyebrows rose. It was liquor. Uh, oh. Severus would have to be sure to be out of sight when his wife came back to Hogwarts. Liquor worked like a lust potion on her, with him as the target. He just needed to resist her one more day.

The Potions Master watched as Ginny leaned toward her conspiratorially. Obviously she was talking in low tones. They had chosen the table they were at so no one would hear them. Severus scowled. He was burning up with curiosity.

Hermione listened as Ginny explained the scenario that Severus would walk into tomorrow night.

“There are two things you need to do today though, Hermione. One is illegal,” Ginny said, her brow furrowed.

“Illegal?” Hermione asked, her own brow furrowing as she looked at her friend.

“Yes, first you have to get an accomplice to sidetrack Severus for at least an hour and a half,” Ginny said, “then you have to make me a port key so I can get to his rooms and help you set up.”

Hermione sighed with relief. She had made illegal port keys before. And she thought that the Headmaster might distract Severus for her. The old wizard was aware of their separation. He had always supported their marriage. Hermione was sure he would help her.

“Neither is a problem. I’ll make a port key for you before I head back to Hogwarts. I know the coordinates to his room. Do you know your house’s coordinates?” she asked Ginny.

“Of course. Sometimes when I come home from work I’m tired and have to slip by Geoffrey and the crew, so I use a port key to go directly to my room. If they see me, their cocks go up like flags and they bang on my door until I either open it, or hex them. Usually it’s both,” Ginny grinned. “Still, it’s good to be the Queen.”

Hermione finished her drink, and Rosmerta instantly brought her another.

“These are pretty good. What are they called again?” Hermione asked Ginny.

“Dirty Sex,” Ginny replied. Too many of those and you’ll be doing things you never dreamed you’d do.”

“Seems I’m heading that way anyhow,” Hermione replied, taking a sip of the drink.

“All right. Now what is most important in all this is that your husband feels he has total control, so when he first walks in you…”

Ginny told Hermione exactly what to say to Severus, and how to act when he entered the bedroom. Hermione listened carefully as she finished her drink.

“Wow, Ginny. That sounds so hot,” she gushed. Then she looked wistful. “I wish we could do this tonight. I’m so fucking horny for him.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows and looked at Hermione’s empty glass.

“I think you’ve had enough “Dirty Sex” Hermione,” Ginny said, smiling at her.

“Never,” Hermione replied, her eyes taking on a bit of heat.

“Wow,” Ginny thought as she looked at her aroused friend, “Hermione looks like she can really turn on the heat when she’s feeling it.”

She had a feeling Severus was going to really enjoy his wife. Ginny rose.

“Come on, Hermione…it’s time to get you back to Hogwarts,” she said, pulling out Hermione’s chair. Hermione rose. She had a pretty good buzz on. Those ‘Dirty Sexes” were strong.

“All right,” she said, grabbing the bag of goodies. Ginny had removed her items and put them in her pocket. “Let’s go.”

The witches left a tip for Rosmerta and left the three broomsticks, apparating to Hogwarts main gate. Hermione looked on the ground and saw a stone. She picked it up and pulled out her wand. Using Ginny’s coordinates and the coordinates to her own rooms, she created a port key and handed it to the witch.

“There you go, Ginny. What time will you come?” Hermione asked her.

“I’ll be here seven-thirty sharp,” Ginny replied, hugging the witch. “Be bathed and ready.”

“I will,” Hermione said, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Ginny responded, then she apparated.

Hermione unwarded the main gate, passed through it and re-ward it back again. She walked towards the castle.

Severus was watching his wife. She had that glow that alcohol gave her. She didn’t look too bad off though. Maybe he could get a peek at what she had in the bag when she came in, without her trying to seduce him. He watched as she entered the main doors and turned down the dungeon corridor.

“My vision is complete,” he said to the doll, turning off Hermione’s image. He quickly rose, exited his study and stood in his office until he could hear her footsteps. Not only could he hear her footsteps, he could hear her humming. It was an unfamiliar tune. He opened the door just as she passed. Hermione turned around.

“Hello, Severus,” she purred.

Oops. Maybe he had read her wrong. That purr boded no good.

“Hello Hermione,” he said, his black eyes shifting toward the small bag she carried, “Been shopping?”

Hermione clutched the bag closed and gave him a breathtakingly sexy smile.

“Yessss,” she said, the timber of her voice shooting right to the Professor’s loins as she gave him a half-lidded look.

“Strength, Severus…strength,” the Potions Master thought as he looked at his wife.

“So,” he said, his voice cracking just a little, “What did you buy?”

Again Hermione gave him a rather sly, sexy smile.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she responded, moving toward him a bit.

Severus’ cock went solid as his wife’s eyes met his. She was in “fuck” mode. He had to get out of there. Now.

“All right, Hermione…I will see you later,” he said, ducking back into his office and closing the door behind him.

Hermione stared at the door and smiled. It didn’t hurt her feelings that he ran off like that. Now, she knew why. He was finding it hard to resist her. She let out a little laugh and walked to her office and let herself in.

Severus returned to his study and invoked the doll again, watching his wife, hoping she would take the items she bought out of the bag. She didn’t. She left the bag on her nightstand. Severus watched as she began to undress, his black eyes darkening as she stripped naked. She untied her ponytail and shook out her hair. The Potions Master bit his lip as he drank in the sight of her body, her full breasts and rounded hips. His eyes focused on her trimmed pubic hair and he let out a breath, he hadn’t realized he was holding. He watched as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Hermione stepped into the shower, immersing herself under the warm water. She was randy as hell, and the sight of her husband had taken her to even higher heights. She needed relief, even if she had to make it happen herself. She let the water run over her body, turning her face up to the nozzle and letting the spray caress her skin. She brought her hands to her breasts.

Severus was standing up now, watching his wife caress her own body. His jaw was clenched. He looked down at the doll and then at Hermione again. He picked it up and watching Hermione, ran his tongue down the side of her throat.

Hermione gasped, still caught up in her self-love, imagining her husband nuzzling her neck. Severus slid a finger between the dolls legs and rubbed it. Suddenly Hermione seemed to spasm, her eyes flying open and she leaned back against the wall, her legs spread slightly. Severus stopped and watched her as she slid her own hand between her legs and continued what he started, her breasts heaving, biting her lip as she worked her fingers over her clit, her eyes closing again.

Severus’ nostrils flared as he watched the erotic sight of his wife pleasuring herself. He brought the doll to his mouth and closed his lips over first one breast, than the other, watching as Hermione’s eyes flew open again, one hand going to her breast as she brought herself closer to climax. Severus began to lick the doll all over and Hermione started writhing against the wall.

“Oh shit!” she breathed, working her hand frantically. She had masturbated plenty of times before in the shower, but it never, ever felt like this. Her body was completely awash in delicious waves of pleasure, moving here and there…not one inch of her untouched. She groaned deep in her throat, feeling the bubble rising inside her, as the strange, wonderful pulsing caresses continued. Suddenly, she climaxed, shrieking Severus’ name, throwing her head back against the wall, her body arching wantonly as she released. Then her head dropped forward, and she lay against the wall, panting.

“Hermione,” Severus breathed as he lowered the doll slowly, watching his wife come back to earth, her amber eyes half-closed. Then she lifted them, and seemed to stare directly at him. The Potions Master swallowed at the heat he saw there.

“My vision is complete,” he rasped. Her image faded.

He had to break the connection. He was too close to breaking into her rooms, rushing into the bathroom and taking her, his plans be damned. But he caught himself. His cock strained against his boxers. He was so hard it was almost painful. He hadn’t relieved himself since his wife left, determined to save every bit of come for her. Severus put the doll down on the armchair, walked to the liquor cabinet and fixed himself a stiff firewhiskey. He tossed it straight down, then returned to the armchair picking the doll up and sitting down. He stared at the likeness of his wife for a long, long time.

Hermione noticed immediately that her husband didn’t attend supper that evening. Possibly he had some work to catch up on. She had been hoping to see him, especially after that searing orgasm she had. It was as if she felt his presence. Those “Dirty Sexes” were really something else. She’d have to find the recipe. She saw the Headmaster at the end of the table, and remembered what Ginny told her about getting an accomplice. She stood up and walked down to the wizard.

Albus looked up at her.

“Ah, Hermione, how are you my dear?” he asked. His eyes twinkled but there was a soberness lying beneath them.

“I’ve been better, Headmaster,” she replied, transfiguring a spoon into a chair and pulling it close to the wizard. “I need your help to fix things with my husband.”

The Headmaster nodded.

“Just tell me what you need me to do my dear. Yours and Severus’ happiness is very important to me,” the Headmaster replied, looking at the witch fondly.

“I need you to keep him occupied from seven-thirty to nine o’clock tomorrow night,” she said.

Albus smiled at her.

“Consider it done, my dear,” the Headmaster said. He didn’t ask her any questions…just gave her a rather knowing look.

“Thank you, sir” Hermione said softly. Then she kissed him on his cheek. The Headmaster blushed as he watched her walk back to her seat. She was quite a lovely young witch. He looked over at Minerva, who was scowling at him. Shit.

Dumbledore smiled sheepishly at his lover of over thirty years. Minerva’s lips compressed to a severe, thin line. Albus winced. Ooh, he was going to pay for this. But hell, that kiss had been worth it.

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Severus lay in his bed in his boxers, his uneaten supper on the nightstand beside him. He had decided to stay in his rooms for the rest of the evening. The Potions Master didn’t want to torment himself by seeing Hermione in the Great Hall. After witnessing her orgasm, he felt as if he had no strength left to resist her. Tomorrow, it would be another story. Tomorrow his life would return to normal, and he’d be able to reclaim his errant wife. But tonight, tonight he had to stay away.

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A/N: Well, well. Severus finally used the doll. Next chapter is joke time. Let’s hope it works out the way he wants. Please review.