A Delicate Obsession

Chapter 10 – Picnic at the Beach

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.


Severus was kissing Laura. He wanted to deepen the kiss, oh hell, he was ready to ravish her on the spot. But that wasn’t the plan. Again the captain of his ship, master of his domain – oh hell, just a bit longer. He deepened the kiss.

Hermione sighed and rubbed the top of her thighs together. This was more like it. She was enjoying her day at the beach. She reached up and put her arms around his neck. She threaded her fingers through his ultra fine hair, the hair that she’d so desperately wanted to touch during her detention. Severus eventually broke off the kiss and she gave a moue of displeasure. He looked at her searchingly. “Laura, I don’t know how to say this. And I wish that I didn’t have to, but it’s very unlikely that this relationship will continue long term. I have to let you know what you are getting into.”

Hermione was ready to kill him. “I’m all right with your past history, Severus. And I’m not looking for a commitment. Can we please just let things go?”

“No.” He lifted her up and of hif his lap. “There are a few more things that must be explained. Though I no longer believe in what the Dark Lord stands for, once one takes the Dark Mark, it is for life. I’m bound to him through the Dark Arts and have little choice but to go when I‘m summoned.”

Hermione reached out trembling fingers to touch the mark. She’d thought that he did have aice.ice.

“The mark burns when one is summoned and the longer one ignores it, the greater the pain. Do you understand? This is not something I would choose for myself; especially now that I have you.” There was unmistakable sorrow in his voice.

“Anyway, that’s beside the point. The Dark Lord plans to attack Hogsmeade and Hogwarts sometime soon. He’s decided that Hogsmeade will serve as a base camp to operate from in the breaking of Hogwarts’ defenses. He wishes to confront his two enemies, Dumbledore and Harry Potter on their own ground.”

Severus had taken a fistful of sand and was letting it flow through his fingers. “I don’t even have your last name, and I promised not to try to find out. I’ve kept my word. However, I will send you an owl when I am next summoned. You should take that as your cue to get yourself and your family out of Hogsmeade. Do not let them delay, because the town at some point will be put under an anti-Disapparate spell, trapping all the inhabitants except for pureblooded Wizards.”

“The attack could come tomorrow or six months from now.” Snape threw away the last of the sand. “I’m sorry that I have no further information. The Dark Lord branded me a coward upon his return and any information I have has been hard won.”

Severus removed a stone from his pocket and handed it to Hermione. “Press your thumb down on the flattened side.” Hermione did as he requested and felt the tickling of a binding spell. “It will let you pass the wards to enter Hogwarts should you be in trouble and need to find me. It will work only once and only for you, not even polyjuice will deceive it.” Hermione put the stone in an inner pocket of her robe. “And if something should happen to me—if you don’t hear or see me for a while—please go to Albus Dumbledore. He’s the headmaster at Hogwarts.” He took her hand and looked deeply in her eyes. “Can you do all that for me?”

Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He had sounded so unemotional and matter of fact. She had known that something was up, but she’d not been told that the attack would be so soon. She wanted to ask if he’d told Dumbledore all this, but of course couldn’t. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. But he took hold of her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Do you understand? Whatever time we have together is short. I can’t wha what will happen after the attack begins.” His voice was still level and even. He could have been reciting the ingredients to make dreamless sleep potion.

“Yes, I understand and it’s all reason not to hesitate. I need to be with you even more.” She kneeled before him, feeling awkward. It seemed so petty to talk of simple pleasures of the flesh when faced with the insanity of war. Yet, it also seemed obvious that if this was the only time they had left, they had to use it well.

Snape looked surprised. This was not the answer he’d been expecting. “Very well, next week I’ll bring a potion for you to drink. It will prevent any conception from happening.” He stroked her long hair with reverence. “We can wait that long, can’t we?” he raised his eyebrows in question.

“I don’t think so.” said Hermione as she slipped her hand under the hem of his robe and stroked his calf. Snape gasped at her forwardness. “I can think of many thinne cne could do without risk of pregnancy.” She gave a lopsided grin.

Snape grabbed her by the arms and brought her close to him. Kissing her gently at first and then more roughly, he stroked the inside her mouth with his tongue. One of his hands was on her back and the other unfastened the top of her robe and reached inside to find her breasts. There was an urgency to his movements which Hermione found terrifying, yet exciting. She moaned as he released her bra and cupped one of her breasts in his large hand. His thumb began to caress her nipple.

“Oh God- Gods,” she cried out in shock. She felt out of control. It would be so easy to let him take over completely and to give in to the sensations alone. “Severus,” she cried out.

He stopped. “I’m sorry. Is it too much for you?” Hermione nodded. “A bit slower then?” his voice was warm and teasing. She swallowed and nodded. He laid her down on the blanket and reclined next to her, resting his head on his hand, he used the other one to lightly stroke her breasts. “Better?”

She found her voice, “Much.” Reng ong out an arm to him, she caressed his face. He caught her fingers with his mouth and sucked on them. Hermione sighed as a delicious shiver coasted up her spine. “Can we get undressed? I want to see you.”

He let out a short laugh. “Are you quite sure?” Really she was so delightfully wanton.

“Yes,” and she leaned forward to undo the clasoldiolding his robes together. Once the robes were removed she saw he was only wearing a white shirt and boxers. She undid his shirt and pressed her hand against his chest, forcing him to the ground. Hermione slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his legs. He kicked them off.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. His cock was hard and standing erect against his flat belly. It was not as wide as Neville’s, but appeared inches longer. His sac was large in comparison to the younger man.

“Is everything all right?” Snape asked with no little concern.

“Perfect,” she stroked him and watched as his manhood jumped at her touch. There was a bead of liquid at the tip. She lifted him to her mouth and used her lips to spread the liquid over him.

Snape cursed voicelessly and grabbed the blanket underneath him. Hermione brought her tongue down to the base of his cock and slowly licked upwards. His hips thrusted and she put one hand down on him to steady herself. Her other hand cupped his balls. Hermione loved the velvety feel of them in her hand. She leaned even further down to suck on first one and then the other. She was rather proud of all the experimentation she and Neville had done. She felt quite sure she knew how to pleasure a man.

She was shocked then to find herself quickly flipped over on her back. “My turn,” he said in his traditional silky voice. Hermione realized she’d never, ever be able to listen to him in Potions again without becoming quite wet. He undid her buttons and peeled off her robe, leaving her in her pullover and plaid skirt. He brought the sweater up over her head and removed her bra. He bent his head down to circle first one and then the other erect nipple with his tongue.

Her cunny was pulsing with the need to be filled. As if reading her mind, he lifted the top of her skirt up and then placed his hand over her mound. She pressed up against his hand and was rewarded with a pre-orgasmic shiver.

One long finger slipped under her sodden knickers and into her, before he pulled her knickers down. He loved her wetness. Placing himself between her legs, he carefully spread her labia open to him. He lapped at her, taking the time to suckle on her clit. Her body convulsed at the sensation of his mouth between her nether lips. Snape noted how salty-sweet she tasted and went down for another long, tongue driven kiss. He was dying to take his cock and shove it deep inside her. Instead he shifted his position, so his prick was near her head. Picking her up as if she weighed nothing, he hoisted her up, placing her on top of him, facing his cock. He hoped that she’d get the idea.

Hermione was delighted at his innovation. It made complete sense, of course, for them both to pleasure each other at the same time. Already she had felt the first spasms of a burgeoning orgasm rack her body.

Pulling on her hips, he brought her cunny closer to his face. At the same time, she lowered her face to his manhood. She used her tongue and teeth to lick and nip him. A delicious rhythm began to build between them. She’d pump him with her hands and then take him deep into her throat and then she’d release him just long enough to sit back on him, allowing him full access to her inner blossom. He continued to use his tongue on her clit in addition to the two fingers he repeatedly thrust into her.

There was the sound of surf and seagulls and lovers’ moaning out to each other as they pumped, kissed and licked to a crescendo. Snape tried to warn her that he was about to cum. He didn’t want to disgust her by doing so in her mouth, but at the end he was not the captain of his ship and the member actually did mutiny by spurting deep down into her throat. She held him there until he stopped pulsing and very gently licked him clean. He had to stop his ministrations of his partner to catch his breath over what had easily been his most intense orgasm of nearly two decades. But once he had recovered, he worked twice as hard to give her as much pleasure as he had had of her.

Hermione leaned back on her heels and worked her hips in time with his very talented tongue. Too soon her breath became ragged and the groundswell began. Her inner muscles clenched tight and she rode out her climax: moaning his name, over and over again as he tightly held her hips and she came into his mouth. Finally, she collapsed on the blanket and raised her arms to him.

He moved next to her and lost himself in her stormy eyes. “I love you, Laura.”

Hermione felt tears sting her eyes. She wasn’t sure what she felt; shame for bringing her hated professor to such a state -- shame for causing him to fall in love with a lie. And fear. She had a terrible fear that there would be a reckoning at a cost that neither could afford to pay. “Please hold me, Severus. I’m afraid to lose you.” He took her in his arms and she wept against his sweat-soaked chest.

“Shhh.” He soothed her as she fell asleep. She never felt his tears fall on her face. He pulled their robes over them to stay warm, and stared out at the storm tossed sea.


A/N: I hope that wasn’t too self-indulgent. Ah, my heart is pumping purple passionate peanut butter prose over their plight. And they both went home with sand in their knickers!

Many thanks to my reviewers: Karina Elizabeth, Redone, Ezmerelda, Giova, Halo, Demonic Angel and OzRatbag2! Big hugs to you all.