Something Much Darker II

Dumbledore had no idea how close to being right he was. Hermione was not in Severus’s arms at the moment, but she was speeding to him while she knew where Professor McGonagall was and it was safe. She didn’t notice the curious glances she drew from other students as she ran down the dark hall leading to Severus’s dungeon rooms. She nearly ran headlong into his door as she reached it, but managed to stop herself before hitting it. She raised her fists to pound on it, but it was snatched open before she could and she felt herself being jerked into the room.

“What is it? What is the matter?” came Severus’s worried voice just before pulling her into his arms. Hermione looked up at him and spilled everything that had been said in Professor McGonagall’s office. Severus’s face darkened when he heard that Draco had admitted what he had done, and became as black as a storm cloud when she told him of the loose-lipped house elf. The blasted creatures were worse than roaches; one never knew when they were about. The information about Dumbledore’s appearance and his opposition of McGonagall’s questioning of Hermione was interesting, however. The old man always knew more than he let on about what was going on in his school. Was it possible that he knew about the two of them? Severus would have given a great deal to know the answer to that.

As Hermione finished talking and merely rested against him, those shining eyes looking up at him, thoughts of Albus, Minerva, and nosy house elves receded. He felt her nubile young body trembling against him, and though he had just fucked her not long before, he became hard for her again. It was nearly time for dinner, but not much significance would be attached to it if he didn’t show up. Severus had a habit of skipping meals when he was working; Dumbledore knew this. As for Hermione being missed…she could always say that she had been too upset at Professor McGonagall’s accusations to eat. His lips curved in a sly smile. He had been tender and gentle with her until now, well, as tender as he was able anyway, unwilling to release the sensual darkness coiled within him for fear of frightening her, but… Perhaps it was time to show his woman a few more things that pleased him. After all, she had told him that she wanted something much darker. He wanted to see just how much darkness she could handle.

The young witch became aware of his hardness against her hip. She gasped in surprise, and her body instantly reacted, her sex releasing wetness to smooth his way. She saw his nostrils flare the moment this happened, and blushed as she realized he could smell her arousal. Severus lowered his head and captured her mouth in a kiss more demanding than any he had yet given her. He forced her lips open and ravaged her mouth with his tongue, exploring, licking, tasting, and claiming. She felt a stab of fear that was quickly buried beneath her answering lust for him. His hands dropped to her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly and pulling her against his hard cock. She moaned at the feel of it, and his kiss became almost brutal. He raised one hand to the back of her head, pulling her hard against his lips as if afraid she would escape. It hurt, he knew it hurt her, but her only answer was to bury her hands in his hair and pull his lips against hers in turn. He growled into her mouth, and caught the scent of another rush of wetness from between her legs at the sound. So, my prim little Gryffindor isn’t averse to a bit of roughness, is she? he thought. Good.

He curled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back to look at her. Her eyes were half closed in passion, her lips red and swollen from his brutal kiss. As he admired this, those lips parted to speak a single word. “More…” Well, then, far be it from him to deny a lady. He scooped her up in his arms and took her to his bed and lowered her to the mattress before removing his clothes as quickly as he could manage.

Hermione started to unbutton her blouse, but stopped at a curt “No” from Severus. He sat on the edge of the bed to pull off his boots and socks, then turned and crawled onto the bed to straddle her hips, his trousers still on. “Unfasten the buttons, Hermione,” he ordered.

She could just reach by stretching her arms out and somehow managed to fumble her way down the row of tiny black buttons holding his trousers closed. Her fingers brushed against the hardness of his cock beneath the cloth; each time they did another wave of heat washed over her. Finished, she glanced up at his face uncertainly. It was impassive save for his blazing eyes. “You aren’t finished,” he stated. “Take it out, little one.”

Oh, sweet Merlin! She was going to die, just go up in flames right here like Dumbledore’s phoenix. Why else would she feel like she was on fire?

“I’m waiting,” that velvety voice of his came again. Hermione sat up as much as she was able with his weight still on her, pulled the button flap of his trousers aside to expose black silk boxers. Her breathing became faster, more shallow as she curled her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down with one hand, the other wrapping around his shaft and lifting it free of the silk. She moaned at the sight of it, the feel of it in her hand, and the sound was lost under his own deeper groan of pleasure. He gently pushed her hand away and swung his leg over her so that he was no longer straddling her and got to his feet. With one quick motion he pulled his trousers and boxers down and straightened, his hard cock jutting proudly. Hermione, he noted, couldn’t take her eyes away from it, her lust as strong as his.

He suddenly bent and clutched her arms, pulling her to her feet in front of him and spinning her around to face the bed. Hermione gasped, but made no protest. He lifted her skirt over her ass and jerked down her lacy panties to pool around her ankles. The scent of her juices was strong and sweet in his nostrils; there was no need to check and see if her passage was ready for him. Severus placed one hand on her hip, the other on her back.. “Bend over and present yourself to me, Hermione,” he said, and she whimpered as she obeyed him. He admired the round curves of her little ass for a moment, but the invitation of her sex glistening with moisture was too much of a temptation to resist for very long. The hand on her back slipped around and down, one long finger finding her clit, stimulating, teasing, caressing.

“Yesssss,” Hermione hissed, and instinctively her hips moved against his hand, seeking the pleasure only he could give her. She braced her hands on the bed to steady herself, spreading her legs a bit more, offering herself to him.

To hell with McGonagall, Dumbledore, and the whole bloody school! They could stand in the doorway and watch for all he cared. All he wanted was to fuck his woman until she couldn’t breathe, fuck her until she was ruined for all other men, claim her as his once and for all. He grasped his cock and positioned it at her dripping wet entrance. Hermione pushed her hips back against it the moment she felt the swollen head against her. Severus eased the tip inside her, then grabbed her hips and rammed it home, tearing a scream of mingled pleasure and pain from Hermione. “You…are…mine,” he growled, pumping hard into her with each word, feeling her cunt tighten and loosen around him, feeling her womb against the head of his dick with each long stroke inside.

“Yes, yours!” she screamed. “Always, Severus!” She was nearly sobbing now, but she never stopped thrusting her own hips back to meet his strokes, her own dark side awakening, a perfect match to her chosen mate’s.

“I’m not going to stop fucking you until you are crawling away from me,” he panted.

With an effort, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. She had an expression of such wild beauty that he forgot to breathe for a few moments. Giving him her “Slytherin smile”, she answered, “Do your worst.”