Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory

Chapter 11 The Room of Requirement

“Do you think that Professor Dumbledore’s plan will work?” Hermione asked Severus as they walked together down the corridor.

“Well, I had no idea what Myrtle was up to. She seems to be a pretty good actress. However, if the Dark Lord was able to read her mind in the beginning, it is going to take a good bit of training to keep him from doing so again,” Severus responded.

“But if anyone can help her shield her mind, Professor Dumbledore can,” Hermione said faithfully.

Severus looked at the young woman beside him and couldn’t believe the feelings that wound through his heart. Even in the most desperate of situations, Hermione could still have faith that good would prevail. All the research the two of them had worked on for the past month had been wrapped up in a pretty bow and handed over to He Who Must Not Be Named. And yet, Hermione still held a glimmer of hope that the Dark Lord could be defeated.

Unconsciously, Severus’ hand found Hermione’s and coiled its fingers through hers. Hermione turned to see that Severus was unaware of his actions and felt a little thrill roll through her. He was comfortable enough with her to make physical contact in a semi-public place. However, if they were seen, things for them would become very uncomfortable indeed.

“Do you think we should be holding hands like this?” Hermione asked.

Severus appeared surprised to see that they were holding hands. He scanned the hallway and saw that no one was around. Completely on impulse, Severus pushed Hermione against the wall and crushed his lips onto hers.

Sounds of surprise bubbled up from Hermione throat, but Severus swallowed them all. Taking his hand away from hers, he cupped her face and softened his kisses until they were butterfly light. Who knew this man held such passion inside when he showed such a cold, unpleasant face to the rest of the world?

When Severus finally pulled away, he looked confused. Hermione followed his gaze and turned to see what he was looking at.

“This door was not here when I brought you to this wall,” Severus stated.

“I think you’re right. Do you think this could possibly be The Room of Requirement?” Hermione asked.

“Of course! You’re right. I was just thinking that I wanted us to be somewhere totally private, and this door showed up.”

“I don’t think either of us are expected anywhere until tonight,” Hermione said coyly.

“I don’t suppose we are,” Severus said with small smile as he turned the doorknob. Hermione knew that such a smile was rare for Severus. She hoped to see him smile a lot more often in the very near future.

The door swung open to reveal a small room. While most of the objects in it were gothic looking, the textures and colors made the room feel warm and inviting. The bed’s wrought iron frame was relieved by red satin bedding. The windows, formed of leaden glass, let in enough light to be useful but not obtrusive. When she saw the small fireplace complete with crackling fire, the words ‘love nest’ came to Hermione’s mind. But the room was so perfect for their needs that she tossed away clichéd notions and went to the bed.

Severus turned to close the door and watched it disappear when he shut it. He felt a little burst of panic when he realized the door was no longer there. But if he had to be trapped in a room with someone, Hermione was his first choice.

“I think the door is just like the rest of the room. When you find need of a door, it’ll be there,” Hermione said when she say Severus searching the blank wall for the now invisible door.

Severus remembered why he had wanted the room in the first place and turned to look at Hermione. But at the particular moment, Hermione was busy jumping on the bed.

“This is really a superior bed!” Hermione laughed as she brushed the ceiling with her fingertips during her ascent.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to jump on the bed?” Severus said as he watched Hermione’s robes billow up, exposing a good portion of her upper thighs.

“Haven’t you ever jumped on a bed, Severus?” Hermione asked as she continued leaping into the air.

“Not actually. The thought never really occurred to me I guess.”

Her robes were rising up higher with each jump. Severus felt his desire building and tried to enjoy it. There was plenty of time to take pleasure in her, no need to rush. But, as always with Hermione, Severus felt a desperate urgency to take her as soon as possible.

“Well, now is the time for you to break from tradition,” Hermione said as she leaned down to offer her hand to the pale man below her. “There’s only one rule.”

“And what is that?” Severus asked as he reached up to take her hand.

“You have to take off your shoes first.”

Severus took her proffered hand. Hermione tried to pull him up, but he didn’t move. Instead she was pulled down to her knees on the bed finding herself eye to eye with the man she knew she was falling in love with.

His hand slid up her arm until it found the ties that held her robes in place. Never looking away from her face, Severus loosened the robes until they fell around Hermione’s shoulders.

“Last time I lay with you, I didn’t have the chance to undress you first. Well, not properly, anyway. I want to do this slowly, discovering you,” Severus said as his hands lightly touched Hermione’s now bare shoulders.

Hermione could only shake her head in agreement as Severus’ hands slid down her arms, pushing down her robes even further and exposing her stomach and chest. She had freshened up before going to Professor Dumbledore’s office, and now she wore delicate violet lingerie under her robes.

Maybe Hermione had already been preparing for her next encounter with Severus when she had chosen the lilac bra and panties. They seemed to have the right effect on her lover. Severus brought his lips to the place where Hermione’s neck and shoulders met, as he slid his finger beneath the straps holding her brassiere in place. She shivered when she felt the straps fall away.

He was kissing his way down her chest, making his haven in her breasts. The smooth, white orbs seemed to glow in the firelight. Severus discarded Hermione’s robes as he pushed her back against the bed. She lay in languid release, holding nothing back from the man that now caressed her taunt belly muscles.

Severus was stripping away his own robes as one of his wandering hands found the waistband of her panties. Was he teasing Hermione or himself as Severus ran a single finger along the length of the delicate underwear? He leaned over her face. Small beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip, and her mouth was an inviting O. As he placed his lips on hers, he pushed his fingers past the pitiful restraints of the panties and into Hermione.

Her cry was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Her heavy, panting breaths kept pace with his quick fingers. Severus was making fast work of her orgasm, but Hermione was helpless to hold back. On the brink of release, Hermione was surprised to find herself suddenly turned on her stomach.

The build up had been pure ecstasy, but to be denied the release was absolute torture. Hermione began to calm down as Severus massaged her back. What was he playing at?

“Oh God. Why did you stop?” Hermione moaned against the satin pillow.

“Because I have time to spare,” Severus said as he continued to rub his hands down the length of her.

“I can’t stand it! I need to feel you inside me.”

“So soon, my darling?” Severus asked in a slightly mocking tone.

“Yes. Now, I need you now,” Hermione said as she raised up to face him.

She was faster than he knew she could be. Her arms were around him before he could say anything. Using the whole of her body weight, she tried to force Severus to lie down on the bed. He was strong enough to stop her, but dear God why?

“I think you should have a taste of your own medicine,” Hermione said as she straddled the man beneath her.

Severus could barely breathe; much less speak, as Hermione lightly scratched a path down his chest with her fingernails. He was used to being in control, and Severus felt a little uneasy at allowing his lover to hold the reins. But when he felt Hermione’s hot, wet mouth cover him, her hair spread over his legs and groin, he gave himself over completely to her.

Severus had balled the red satin of the sheets beneath him into tight balls in his fists by the time Hermione came up for air. Nothing and no one had ever felt so good in his life. It was like freedom and dependency all wrapped up together in the gorgeous package that was Hermione Granger.

“Oh God. Why did you stop?” Severus asked her as she smiled at him.

“Seems like that’s the same question I asked you earlier. Just making you suffer as much as I did.”

“I need you now. Right now. Please, please take me inside you,” Severus said as he wrapped his hands around Hermione’s waist.

Enveloped in his lust and need, Hermione could not deny Severus’ request. She positioned herself over him, and he held her steady. Slowly, so slowly, she pulled him inside her, feeling every inch of him tingling her already overwrought senses.

She tried to go slow. Hermione wanted to make these moments last forever. Feeling the length of him inside her, a liquid heat began building in her belly and was pushing against her restraints.

Severus watched as Hermione moved on top of him. Her beautiful body moved with fluidity unmatched by even the most graceful of water creatures. Even though her eyes were only half-open, Sevewas was a prisoner of them. She was warm and moist around him, quivering as he moved inside her. Like the gears in a finely crafted clock, they moved together in perfect sequence.

He was content to be like this all day. But then, Hermione changed the pace on him. When they had started, Hermione had seemed totally in control. Now she looked to have given over to some force that had her ing ing back, making a long, lean line of herself. Her hips began to piston, and Severus felt himself being pulled towards the brink of release.

Long, sighing moans came from Hermione as she moved against him. The louder she moaned the more excited Severus became. He thought he could come just by listening to her groans of pleasure. But then everything became hazy as Hermione’s orgasm ravaged her body, taking Severus with her down that long, dark tunnel. Her quivering muscles seemed to be milking everything Severus had out of him. And just when he thought he had given her everything, she demanded more. And she always got it.

No other encounter had ever been so fulfilling Severus thought as he came to himself. His mouth was covered by Hermione’s hair, but he didn’t bother to move it away. He just wanted to feel the weight of her on his chest forever.

She moved slightly, and Severus realized he was still inside her. Knowing this made him feel they had reached a level of intimacy he had never had with a woman before. Severus brought his arms around Hermione as she drifted off to sleep on top of him.

“Sleep well, my love,” Severus whispered into her ear.