One Hundred And One Ways To Brew Lust

13. Wands at midnight

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They arrived at a clearing Hermione had never seen before
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“Incendio!” Snape muttered, and immediately a circle of hot coals ignited around them. The coals had been laid out over granite rocks. It was a beautiful sight, and Hermione felt the chill of the cold Scottish air finally being burned out of her.

“Dissimulo! Confidentius Silencio!”

The rippling bubble emanated from his wand, expanding to enclose the circle of coals. He pulled her to him, about to kiss her, when they heard a rustling sound close by.

They looked up in fear, wands out, as the nearby bushes parted, and the Pierrot-clad figure slunk towards them, eyes scanning the area. Snape held up a finger to his lips in warning. As Pansy walked through the clearing, they stayed still. She walked right by them, continuing to scan around her. The Dissimulo charm might make them invisible, but she could still bump straight into them if they weren’t careful… She disappeared further into the forest.

“That was…” he began.

“Pansy, I suppose? I should have known she’d be following you around like a lost puppy… I mean, following Malfoy.” She still felt anger and lust raging through her in equal measures.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket, aiming it at her costume. “Turn around for me, darling.”

Hermione knew she should stand her ground. There was much that remained to be discussed, but she couldn’t help herself. She turned, and he muttered something behind her. She felt the buttons on her dress opening, and the bodice fell from her shoulders, the sleeves of her dress tickling her arms as it fell. Then the laces of her corset unwound themselves, as did the fastenings of her undergarments.

She stood naked in the moonlight, and Snape reached over and pulled her wig off, saying simply: “You have no need for such accoutrements, darling. You are a Goddess unto yourself.”

She smiled in spite of herself and turned around to face him, noticing with alarm that he was still fully clothed and masked. “What about you?” she said with some annoyance.

“Darling, I assumed you would not want to see this face…”

“It doesn’t matter whose face it is. I still need to see your eyes. I still need to know there’s a heart beating somewhere under this ridiculous disguise!” she answered harshly. Despite her annoyance, she understood why Snape had done this. He knew as she did that Dumbledore would have seen through a simple mask.

“I had to find out what Pansy and Malfoy were up to with their potion,” he said as he took the hat off. Ahhh. This part hadn’t occurred to her.

And now he removed the mask… Malfoy’s face stared down at her, and his whitish blond hair shone in the moonlight. Without his usual ugly smirk, Hermione realised in shock that Draco Malfoy was strikingly handsome. She was reminded of the old Muggle saying: “Handsome is as handsome does”.

He looked uncertain now, as she lifted her hand up to his lips. “It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside,” she whispered, “it’s what’s in here I’m interested in.” She touched his temple with her fingers. He caught her hand and kissed the palm of it reverently. Snape seemed to have his lustful impulses under better control ever since he’d managed to resist Pansy in the closet. She reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it upwards, then unbuttoned his velvet trousers. They stood together, naked in the clearing. Snape surprised her by reaching for her and pulling her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head as he did so.

“I love you so much, my darling. If it takes my whole life, I will make it up to you for the way I behaved the other night.” He kissed her slowly.

She felt the anger melting away. “Severus,” Hermione started, “there’s something we need to talk about.” She felt she had to tell him what she knew, this wasn’t right…

“Is there? I just want to make tonight special for you, darling. I want to erase the memory of the other night.” He pulled her gently downwards and they sat in the centre of the clearing. T as as if remembering something important, he felt inside the pockets of his discarded jacket, pulling out the Polyjuice Potion.

“I have to take another swig of this before the hour’s up.”

Once this was accomplished, he reached for the other bottle. “And this,” he said, “is something I just picked up for us from the Potions Dungeons. It is a universal Lust Potion Antidote. I’m not sure which variation on the recipe Malfoy and Pansy used, but this should reverse its effects. Darling, I want us both to take this, so you know that I am not affected by some stupid potion. I want you to realise how much I care for you.”

Hermione held her breath. She was so touched by his declaration that she reached gladly for the bottle. She brought it to her lips, pausing as realisation hit her. She couldn’t let Snape drink a universal antidote! It would undo the effects of all Lust Potions, udinuding his port, and then… Then she’d be dealing with Mr. Hyde, a voice in her head answered her.

She smiled nervously, trying to deepen her voice so she sounded sexy instead of scared, “Darling, why not just ride this beautiful wave we’re on? So what if there’s a little bit of Lust Potion in our veins for now?” she crawled over to him, trying to look seductive. Rolling him onto his back, she climbed on top of him, holding his arms down above his head. “I’ve got you where I want you, and I don’t want a thing to change.”

Kissing him deeply, she pondered the words she’d just uttered, realising that there was more truth to them than she’d like to admit.

She rose above him again, letting her eyes close. Her head rolled back as he brought his hands to her shoulders, caressing them gently. Then he ran them downwards, dragging his fingertips along the underside of her breasts. She looked down, longing to look into those deep black eyes of his, and see the way his upper lip lifted in anticipation when she smiled at him. Grey eyes met her instead, flashing with the glint of moonlight. It irked her. She wondered whether Malfoy’s body would still react the same way as Snape’s. Reaching down to his chest, she pinched his nipples gently. A loud growl rose from the man below her, and he flipped her over forcefully. I guess that answers my question, she giggled to herself.

Snape gazed down into Hermione’s eyes. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. Her hair was faintly highlighted with warm orange streaks from the glowing coals all around them. He reached over to his trousers, drawing his wand from a pocket.

“Lumos,” he whispered.

He ran the glowing tip of his wand along the rim of her chin. It tickled her a bit, but in a good way. He continued down her neck, enjoying the effect of watching each spot of her body light up as he traced it with the tip of his wand.

He paused over her left breast, circling the nipple with the wand, teasing it as he flicked it back and forth. With a sharp intake of breath, her eyes popped open to look into Malfoy’s smiling ones. She was thrown every time she did this, but had to admit it was not… unpleasant to gaze up at his beautiful face. Better not to go there, she thought to herself, closing her eyes again.

The mischievous wand ambled its way down to her navel, dipping in to take a peek, before continuing down… down… But it took a detour down to her thigh, her knee, all the way down to her toes. Hermione was holding her breath. This feels so good…

Suddenly, she felt it swipe across the sole of her foot like a match struck out of blue.

“Oooooh!” she gasped.

Snape dragged the wand tip with feather lightness back and forth across the bottom of her foot, watching in wicked delight as her toes curled and she writhed around giggling madly.

He loved the sound of her laughter. Grabbing her foot, he kissed her toes one at a time, finally sucking her big toe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Hermione gasped. How was it he could make every inch of her body tingle with desire, even her toes?

Licking his way back up her leg, his dancing wand in hand, he lay along her legs, hands on her thighs. He teased her dark curls with the wand.

“I think, my dear Miss Granger, that a deep, dark secret is hiding here.” He traced the lit wand tip down to her pussy lips. “It is time to shed some light on the situation,” he purred.

She felt overwhelmed by the sensations of the cold, wooden wand tip sliding up and down her drenched lips. Snape then amused himself, watching the light go on and off as he gently thrust the wand tip in and out of her.

“That feels delicious,” she moaned out.

He experimented with pushing the wand deeper inside her. Then he pulled it out of her. Her breath hitched as he licked her clit delicately. He dragged his teeth over it a few times and her back arched up. Moving in for the kill, he sucked the nerve bundle into his mouth, using his tongue to apply pulsing pressure against it. Heed ded discovering what to do to her, learning what made her come unravelled. In this, our roles are reversed, he thought to himself. She is the teacher and I, the apt pupil. Time for the pupil to give the teacher her apple, he smiled to himself. He picked up the speed of his tongue’s gymnastics, and as he felt the first spasm hit her, he thrust the wand back inside her, moving it in and out in time with his tongue. She crashed into orgasm, crying out. He kept sucking her clit, determined to let her ride out her pleasure to the end.

When she was panting lightly but no longer overrun with spasms, he climbed lazy up her body. She looked up at him with hunger, and he leaned down to kiss her, sinking into her heat when she brought her knees up around his hips. ‘She’s going to burn me from the inside out,’ he mused. He realised he wouldn’t last long this time. Snape chose to blame that on the Lust Potion. He came violently, staring deeply into her brown eyes.

They lay there for what seemed like a long time, bodies entwined. He had his ear to her chest, listening as her heart raced in the aftermath of their coupling. Then it slowly returned to a normal, strong pace.

Eventually, he reluctantly extracted himself from her embrace, reaching over to take another swig of Polyjuice Potion.

“Come, my sweet. It’s getting late, and your absence will be noticed if we linger here too long. I also have to get back to my office and free Malfoy,” he sneered at the thought of this. She snickered.

She watched from her place on the soft grass as he dressed slowly. Malfoy’s body looked so much more elegant and manly under Snape’s control. Gone were the awkward movements of a gawky teenager. Snape’s fluid grace shone through it all.

“I love you,” she said to him from her place on the ground.

He turned to her, stunned. She’d never uttered the words to him before. He thought he’d seen it in her eyes, but she’d never said it. Wearing Malfoy’s face, he suddenly looked every inch the wide-eyed young boy, with his mouth hanging open. She giggled as she rose up to him, pressing her naked body to his velvet clothes. Then she stopped laughing, and just gazed longingly into his eyes.

“Promise me, no matter what, that you won’t hate me,” she asked him earnestly.

“What? Of course I could never hate you! What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” she planted a deep kiss on his lips. “Now, will you dress me again with that clever wand of yours?”

“Gladly,” he smirked back at her.

With a flick of his wand, her clothes flew back onto her, buttons and laces re-fastening themselves. They made their way back into the castle, deciding to trek most of the way back under the cover of the Forbidden Forest. It was a wise move. Pansy Parkinson was still waiting outside the entrance to the clearing. She was in for a long night.

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