A Change of Venue

Chapter 12 ~ How It All Ends

Hermione let out a little squeak as Severus helped to position her over his organ. She had done position changes before, but Severus was correct…she had always been on the receiving end of sex…which she thought was the way things worked. Hermione believed she was relatively open-minded when it came to the act, finding nothing wrong with casual encounters, provided they were consensual and both parties disease-free and protected. But she never “went for hers” and was non-aggressive, like a “proper” witch.

Oh, the poor young woman had so much to learn about her own sexuality. Luckily for Hermione, Severus’ inclination to teach spilled over to areas other than Potions. With one hand resting on the witch’s slick waist, the Potions Master reached between their bodies and grasped the base of his cock, hoisting it skyward like a thick ivory tower.

“Not many worlds control their own spin,” he said to her with a hiss as the sensitive head rested against her hot core, Hermione gasping as desire rolled over her.

Severus grasped her waist with his other hand and let his dark eyes slide over her glistening body, pausing on her full breasts, slightly rounded belly, parted thighs and patch of chestnut hair hovering over his ready cock. He pulled her down slightly, embedding himself partially in her tight sleeve, his mouth partially opening as Hermione moaned, her eyes closing as she licked her lips, savoring the feeling of his rigid member sliding into her…but…but it wasn’t deep enough.

“More,” she said, her eyes resting on him.

”If you want more…get more,” Severus said, “Get what you want, what you need witch. You’re in control now…and I rarely relinquish control.”

Hermione stared down at him, the wizard’s lank hair spread on the pillow, his pale face turning impatient.

“Fuck me!” Severus hissed at her, his eyes hardening as he suddenly thrust upward, yanking her down Hermione crying out as he hit bottom. Oh gods, that had stung so good.

“Shit!” Hermione cursed as she slid upward, the wizard’s cock caressing her insides before she quickly pushed herself back down, her thighs slapping against his loins as she let out a long, sexy moan, rising and falling again…then again, then again, her breasts bouncing as Severus growled in appreciation.

“Yes…that’s it, Hermione,” he purred as the witch sped up, murmuring incoherently as she fucked the wizard with abandon, staring down at where their bodies met and overlapped, watching his thick shaft appear and disappear inside her.

“Oh gods, that’s so sexy,” she panted, not taking her eyes off of his glistening cock.

“Yesssss,” Severus agreed, grimacing and drinking in the witch’s absorption as she watched herself fuck him.

It was a turn-on in more ways than one to see her lose herself visually, getting pleasure from the sight of their intercourse as well as the sensation. Hermione rode him hungrily, gasping, groaning, shrieking, letting loose, perspiration streaming down her body as her body slapped against him, that beautiful cock plowing into her over and over. She was wild, glorious and lost to her own desire as she went for and received her own hungry pleasure. Just as Severus told her, she had her own needs, needs she never recognized until now and she felt sexy and powerful as the Potions Master gasped and groaned under her, his fingers spasming against her flesh.

Severus suddenly arched his back, Hermione letting out a cry as her next downward thrust took him deeper than she intended and she fell forward her small hands resting on his shoulders. The wizard immediately wrapped his long arms around her waist.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, taking over, starting to ram his cock into the petite witch’s body in answer to her need, Hermione crying out and falling to his mouth, shrieking into it as Severus took her to the home stretch, pulling her body tight against him so they lay flesh to flesh, driving his cock into her body, piercing her again and again, pleasure building to a crescendo, the witch starting to shudder powerfully in his arms.

”Yes…yes…the world is coming apart,” he murmured again her lips, “the foundation is shifting, the landscape of your body is crumbling…and now, now comes the final, freeing blow…”

Severus suddenly rolled Hermione over in one fluid motion, never losing contact with either her lips or her body, still stroking, still driving her forward, still breaking her into her most primal components, the witch letting out a beautiful, wrenching scream as she came explosively under his powerful, flexing, body, tightening around him like a vise, her release pouring over him like a lava flow, the wizard letting out a choked shout as he too shuddered, quaked and exploded, ramming deep into her body and holding himself there as they blew and melted together, geysering, fountaining, bursting then pouring downward in tangent together, connected, flowing and crashing like a wild sea against inside and around each other.

The couple lay panting as they spiraled downward, the eruption over and their hearts pounding like immense drums against each other, Severus hand caressing the witch’s back reflexively as he felt himself returning to the world, the proud axis deflating inside the delicious world that was Hermione Granger. They lay together in breathless silence, still intimate, still connected, still entwined, Hermione’s face pressed into his throat as she gasped.

After several minutes, Hermione lifted her head and looked at Severus, whose black eyes rested on her lazily, content with their first encounter of the night. She gave him a wan smile.

”You really are worth five hundred galleons,” Hermione said softly, her amber eyes filled with satisfaction.

Severus studied her.

“And you, Hermione Granger…are priceless,” he purred back at her, drawing her down into another kiss.

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Severus spent the rest of the night embedding himself in the witch’s psyche, taking Hermione to height after height of pleasure until she felt like a mass of Jell-O, boneless and not her own anymore, the wizard finally satisfied and relenting, gathering the witch into his arms and falling asleep with her in his embrace. Hermione had never felt so wanted, so needed and so desired in her entire life. She also had never felt so completely appreciated or so completely satisfied. Severus had made her feel beautiful, truly special.

Hermione’s last thought as she rested in the snoring wizard’s arms, her back resting against his warm body and his chin resting lightly on the top of her head was, “How am I ever going to go back to the way I was after him?”

Then sleep took her.

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The next morning, the couple awoke to life’s reality tangled around each other and reeking of sex and morning breath, Hermione’s hair a virtual rat’s nest around her head. The morning after wasn’t nearly as delightful as the night before. But Severus didn’t seem to mind as he helped the witch out of the bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower and mixing the water for her. Hermione felt a little bit out of sorts as the wizard went about his business naked and unabashed before her, his pale body lean, hard and battle-scarred, his long cock partially erect, presumably because he had to relieve himself. Damn, it was so big.

He had a nice ass.

As Severus went into his medicinal cabinet and took out two toothbrushes and tooth powder, Hermione began to bounce about uncomfortably. He paused, looking at her.

”Do you need to use the loo?” he asked her.

”Yes,” she said, twisting her legs.

”Use it then, witch,” he said, extracting washcloths, towels shampoo and a bar of soap from a small white closet recessed in the wall.

Hermione really had to go…but was hesitant because Severus was in there with her. The wizard put the towels on the vanity, then brought the other items to the shower. He placed them on the small caddy inside the stall then turned to Hermione, smirking slightly.

”Well, since you are hesitant about using the facilities, I hope you don’t mind if I do,” he said, walking up to the loo, aiming his tool at the bowl and letting loose with a strong stream of piss, sighing exaggeratedly with relief as he did so. Severus shook himself off, then flushed the loo. He looked at Hermione, his eyes half-lidded.

”Few things are as pleasurable as a good morning piss,” he said, pulling the shower door open and stepping inside, closing it back.

Hermione hurriedly sat down on the loo and emptied her bladder with a contented sigh. Severus was right. There was something to be said for a morning piss. Then she wiped, flushed and tentatively approached the shower. Through the translucent, stippled glass she could see Severus was washing his hair. She stood there, the wizard’s motions slowing until he stopped, pulled the door open and yanked her inside.

“There’s no line,” he said, ducking his head under the stream to rinse his hair, then handing Hermione the shampoo and stepping back to make room for her as he picked up his toothbrush and toothpowder.

As he brushed his teeth, Severus watched the water pour over Hermione’s body while she washed her hair, the lather running down her soft skin. He felt a pulse in his nether regions, but ignored it. He didn’t want to do overkill. But when she rinsed her hair, he did step closer to her to get back in the stream, picking up the washcloth and bathing his body. Hermione did the same, but didn’t turn around to face him, feeling a bit awkward at sharing a shower with the Potions Master. She had never shared a shower with a wizard before.

Yes, Hermione really hadn’t indulged herself properly at all. She suddenly jumped as a washcloth came in contact with her back.

”I’m good for those hard to reach places,” Severus purred at her as he gently washed Hermione’s back for her.

”Thank you,” Hermione said a bit formally, feeling even more awkward as the wizard bathed her.

”You’re quite welcome,” Severus said, turning the witch to face him and handing her a toothbrush already set up with toothpowder.

Hermione took it, then turned back quickly, brushing her teeth and tongue thoroughly, feeling Severus’ eyes on her. Was he going to try and have sex with her again?

Suddenly a pale hand reached past her and the wizard opened the shower door, sidling by and exiting the stall.

Guess not.

Hermione felt a little let down by the wizard’s disinterest and exited behind him, picking up a towel and drying herself off as Severus did likewise. He didn’t say anything to her as he exited the bathroom and walked to his wardrobe, taking out fresh clothes. Hermione walked out to find her clothing cleaned and neatly laid out on the bed. The couple dressed in silence.

Finally they were both dressed. Severus looked at the witch, his dark eyes drifting over her…noticing she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Are you feeling any regrets, Hermione?” he asked her softly.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes a bit wet.

”No. I don’t regret last night,” she replied, “It…it was amazing. I’ve never had such…”

Hermione faltered and swallowed.

“Such an experience?” Severus finished for her.

“Yes,” Hermione said, her voice slightly hoarse, “Thank you, Severus.”

The Potions Master looked at her in silence for several moments, then walked over to her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it gently.

”It is I who should be thanking you, Hermione, for giving me what I sorely needed after months of playing the perfect lover for women who only wanted the illusion and a lifetime of…settling. What we shared last night was not illusion…and I’ve never experienced that reality before. For the first time in my life, I had a witch that I truly wanted…not taken because she was willing and available. I will never forget what that was like…I will never forget you,” he said, his eyes meeting hers.

Hermione felt emotion welling up in her and struggled to keep it down. This was only one night together…the wizard slaking her curiosity. She wanted to say he didn’t have to remember her. She wanted to say she wanted to keep whatever it was they shared last night alive. She wanted to say that she didn’t want to stop seeing him.

Ever.

But she couldn’t throw herself at him that way

“I’ll never forget you either, Severus,” she replied, lowering her eyes, afraid they would show the wizard she was feeling more than what she was saying.

“You’ve got that right, witch,” the Potions Master thought, kissing her hand again, then straightening.

“Come. Let us have breakfast, then I will escort you home,” the wizard said, taking her arm and exiting the bedroom.

Breakfast was rather quiet and subdued, Hermione picking at her toast and jam, ignoring the eggs and sausage completely. She did finish her coffee however as Severus ate heartily, having a second helping. He looked at the witch’s plate then at Hermione.

”After all the energy we expended last night, I would think you’d be quite hungry,” he said to the witch as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“I just don’t seem to have an appetite,” Hermione answered, her eyes once again lowered to the table. She felt nauseous.

”Maybe you’ll feel better once I get you home,” the wizard said, rising, walking around the table and drawing out her chair. Hermione rose.

“Maybe,” she said unconvincingly.

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Severus and Hermione walked in silence toward the closet public apparition point. They walked side by side, but there was no contact, nothing to show they had spent a wonderful, affecting night together, the tall wizard shortening his stride so Hermione could keep up with him without too much effort.

About a block from the apparition point, their progress was suddenly impeded by an attractive blonde witch with green eyes who stepped directly in Severus’ path.

”Hello, Mr. Snape,” the witch purred at him, “My name is Ellen Smoothly and I’ve wanted to meet you for the longest time.”

Hermione looked at the beautiful witch, her heart sinking. She made a motion as if to continue walking and leave Severus to his conversation, but found the wizard’s hand resting lightly on her arm to stop her, though he still faced Miss Smoothly.

“Well, you’ve met me,” the Potions Master said, a bit of the old snark in his voice, “Now if you’ll excuse us.”

Hermione looked at him surprised.

Ellen wasn’t giving up that easily.

”I’ve read in the Prophet that you’ve closed your shop. I’ve been saving to come see you and was quite disappointed to read that you are no longer offering your ‘services’ professionally,” she said as if to confirm the truth of this matter, her eyes flicking to Hermione for a moment.

She was a rather plain little witch compared to her and naturally Ellen thought Hermione might be a client.

”That is true, Miss Smoothly…now if you will kindly step aside,” Severus said, irritation in his voice.

”I was just wondering, if you are no longer in business…are you ‘dating?’ If you are, I would like to take you out to dinner…and dessert,” Ellen said brazenly, the meaning of her offer quite clear.

Severus studied the witch. Already he was being targeted.

Hermione felt her heart sink even lower. How could the Potions Master say no to such an Amazon? She was gorgeous. He would certainly enjoy fucking her.

Severus scowled.

“I am sorry, Miss Smoothly. I am no longer ‘on the market’ professionally or privately. I am now in a committed, exclusive relationship and do not date. Isn’t that correct, Hermione?” he asked, looking down at the witch…an unspoken question in his eyes.

As far as Severus was concerned, this was perfect. He put Hermione on the spot while being completely serious about starting a relationship with her. He was indirectly making his move without giving her a chance to say no. The witch was intelligent enough to know if she did answer in the negative, she’d possibly be cutting off her own way “in.”

Severus had successfully asked the “will you be my exclusive lover” question in such a way without either of them having to ask “first.”

Startled, Hermione looked up at the Potions Master and the wizard’s eyes softened as he looked back at her, his grip on her arm becoming slightly possessive.

“Yes,” she said, looking at him, then at Ellen, her own amber eyes growing hard now, “Yes, that’s right. He is definitely off the market, Miss Smoothly. Might I suggest you invest your savings in a few visits to Madam Nasty’s House of Good Times? Ask for Mario.”

With that, Hermione took Severus’ hand and unceremoniously pulled him away from the witch, who was now swelling with indignation as she watched them walk away. The nerve! Then Ellen looked a bit thoughtful. Obviously the little witch had good taste in wizard flesh.

Mario eh?

Mentally patting himself on the back for his successful coup, Severus smirked down at the witch, who continued to pull him toward the apparition point. He slowed, Hermione slowing as well, looking up at him.

”I believe I am out of danger now,” he said to her, his smirk now quite apparent.

”You think so?” Hermione replied, her eyes heated.

”Hm. Maybe not,” he mused, linking his arm in hers and resuming the walk toward the apparition point and a new lease on life. It seemed Hermione was just as possessive as he was, which suited the wizard just fine.

Severus Snape now had one witch, which eventually led to one love, three children and in the end…one very happy and contented dark wizard.

THE END

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A/N: And that my friends, is the rather honey-bunnish, sappy ending to “A Change of Venue.” I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading. ***