Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 12 ~ After the Dirty Deed was Done…

As she and Severus lay in the bed side by side on their backs recovering, Hermione told the wizard how the alarm ward she created had shown him glowing, which meant that the potion had begun to affect him again.

"But it never gained in intensity," she said, "I think that the progression to transformation was stopped because you were engaged in sex. Your urge was being met, so the creature did not come out."

The Potions Master looked at her with his dark eyes consideringly.

"So you are telling me that sex stops my transformations?" he asked her, his eyes narrowing.

"Apparently so," Hermione replied, "when you came, the glow disappeared completely."

He considered this.

"Why didn't I see the glow?" he inquired, his eyes sweeping down Hermione's body and back to her face. He was thinking about fucking her again.

Hermione looked a bit perplexed, small wrinkles appearing in her forehead as she thought about it.

"I'm not sure why that is," Hermione said, "Maybe it's a safeguard. If you were aware that you were about to transform and under the control of the potion, the glow might make you…er…try to secure a female before she escaped."

“Are you saying I would take a woman against her will?”

"Under the potion's influence? Yes," Hermione replied, her face expressionless. Too much so.

Then she continued hesitatingly, "You went for me because I was available. As much as I would like to think your attraction to me is because you feel something other than lust, the truth is, it isn't. As long as a woman has a pussy, any one will do."

She looked away from him as she said this, not meeting his eyes. The Professor noticed this and thought she might be regretting giving herself to him now. That wouldn't do. Particularly since he wanted to fuck her again.

"But I don't have the option of 'any' woman, Hermione. Nor am I inclined to want 'any' woman. I am extremely choosy about who I stick my cock in," he said to her.

Hermione turned her eyes back toward the wizard.

The Potions Master continued, "When I approached you I was not under the influence of the potion, I was under the influence of wanting you. Not 'any woman'. You. I honestly doubt I would feel as satisfied as I do right now, Hermione, if I had fucked anyone other than you. I waited a very long time to have you."

Severus looked at the witch soberly. It was the truth after all.

Hermione gave him a small smile, then looked up at the ceiling. She didn't speak.

Severus' eyes swept over her again. The witch looked quite lovely, laying on her back with one knee drawn up, her arms behind her head, her hair spread wildly, not ashamed of her body at all. She seemed comfortable in her bare skin, like a nudist. Or a nymph.

The Professor felt himself hardening again, and rolled toward her.

"Would you like to go another round?" he purred at her, his cock pulsing against her thigh.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes cool.

"No, Severus," she replied, moving her thigh slightly. The Potions Master scowled. He wanted more of the witch.

"Why not?" he asked her, his brow furrowed.

"Because the first time was passion. This time would just be taking advantage of the situation," she said, smirking at him. "You said you were satisfied. I know I am. That's enough, Severus," she said, sitting up in the bed. She winced a little. The Potions Master had been very thorough.

"I think you should go now," Hermione said softly.

The Potions Master frowned at her.

"Are you kicking me out?" he asked her.

"That's putting it a bit harshly. Let's just say I'm reclaiming my space. Surely you didn't intend on spending the night here, Professor?" Hermione asked, looking down at the wizard, her brows raised questioningly.

Severus sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

"No, of course not," he said a bit angrily.

Hermione watched with a small smirk on her face as Severus scourgified himself, then dressed. He turned to her and she quickly hid the smirk. The Potions Master gave her a severe look.

"What if I start to glow again?" he asked her tightly.

"I think you are safe tonight, Professor. You've had sex and the glow is gone. If you should transform, you will be trapped in your bedroom until you return to normal," she said evenly.

"But what about tomorrow, or the next day? If I begin to glow, will you help me keep from transforming?" he asked her.

Hermione considered the pale wizard. He was the most amazing lover she ever experienced. If she said yes, it would mean she would be on-call for sex with him any time she was in his presence and he began to glow. Was that a bad thing? She wasn't sure. It depended on how often the glow occurred. But on the other hand, the potion should wear off in a couple of days. She could play sexual catch-up in the meantime. She had been off the wagon for a while, after all. Hermione's amber eyes swept slowly over the Professor. She unconsciously licked her lips.

"Yes, I will 'help' you until the potion wears off," she replied. "I think I am going to have to develop a charm I can keep on me that will react when you begin to fall under the potion's influence."

The Professor looked at the naked witch and felt himself throb. Hermione was right, his desire to engage her again was an attempt to take advantage of her. He was physically sated, but gods, he could do her several more times easily. The witch was just that good.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes blazing down at her.

He was tempted to ask her again for just one more fuck, but the look in her eyes deterred him. He would wait. Sooner or later the glow would come, and then, so would she. His cock throbbed in protest, but he did his best to ignore it.

"Down, boy," he thought, "In good time."

The Professor walked to the door of Hermione's bedroom and opened it. He turned back to her, drinking in the vision she presented, naked and wild haired, sitting up in the middle of the king-sized bed. She looked like she needed company, even if she didn't want it. Severus sighed mentally.

"Good night, Hermione," he said silkily to the witch.

"Good night, Severus," Hermione replied.

The wizard exited, and the moment the door closed, Hermione fell straight back into the bed, and bounced, hugging herself and smiling. Her fulfilled fantasy had been everything she had hoped it would be. The Potions Master had been intense, strong, focused, and took her to the heights several times. The witch had orgasmed so much, she felt as if she had no fluids left

It had been very hard to say no to Severus when he wanted to fuck her again. But Hermione was not stupid. She needed to establish who had the power here. It was better for Severus to leave wanting her than thinking he could have her at will, no matter how good he had been.

"Always keep a man hungry," her mother had told her once, "and on a tight leash."

It was good advice.

But damn, he had been good.

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Severus was plotting before he even made it into his bedroom. Hermione kicked him out! He gave her probably the best fucking of her life, and the little wanton just took it all, then removed him from her presence. How dare she? She could have let him have just a little bit more.

Severus walked into his bedroom and started undressing. His cock was rock hard as the memory of plunging into Hermione refused to depart from his head. He stripped down, tossing his robes on the chair uncharacteristically. Normally he was meticulous when it came to his clothing. But he wasn't thinking about wrinkles in his robes. He was thinking about Hermione's soft, wet folds. Naked, he got into bed, lying on top of the sheets.

"Good gods," he muttered as he laid uncomfortably on his stomach, his cock feeling like an iron pole pressing against his belly. He flipped over to his back, grimacing as his organ raised itself to full upright attention. He was used to having a woman at least twice before he left her. Hermione had pulled him up short. Obviously, the witch, although she enjoyed him, was not completely taken over by him. She was the first witch he had ever fucked who hadn't asked him to stay the night.

The Potions Master stared up at the ceiling. At least Hermione would oblige him when the potion manifested in his system. He'd be sure to indulge himself fully on the witch's body next time, adding a bit of foreplay, a few positions, a couple of whispered obscenities and really working the witch over to the point she'd start craving him. Tonight, he just had to have Hermione, had to feel her body wrapped snugly around his cock, surrendering to him…but next time he would focus on taking her in such a way she wouldn't be able to resist him at any time, not just when he glowed.

Yes, he had seduced Hermione, but the Professor had a covetous nature. Now that he had fucked his apprentice and experienced her passion, as well as her strength (not many women could take him like she had). He wanted to possess her fully during her time with him. This had nothing to do with love. It was a manifestation of his need for control. But Hermione was not the kind of witch that could be easily controlled. She had her own mind, and knew what she wanted from life. She would fight to keep her independence. Getting her under his thumb would require quite a bit of underhanded manipulation on Severus' part if he hoped to be successful.

He lay there thinking.

The witch had described the glow to him. It was golden, and when it first showed itself, it was dim. Hm.

After a moment or two, a slow and rather evil smile creased the Professor's pale face. He knew what he could do. With her temper, Hermione would probably hex him into next year if she found out, mentor or not.

Severus grinned.

That's what made it so appealing.

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A/N: Good news. Some long-owed money came through and my daughter paid the phone bill. Summit turned it back on within two hours. I came home to a dial tone, and consequently, dial-up. Yay! Now, about these two. Severus is such a card. He got what he wanted, is going to get more…but it's still not enough. I sense trouble on the horizon. Please review.