The Mentor

When she finally sat down to start her marking, Hermione found it difficult to concentrate. This was going to be the longest day of her life, waiting until it was time to see Severus again. Ugh – she was not going to turn in to that kind of woman; the kind of woman that moons over a man. She was a professional, and this was time to work. It was difficult at first, but once Hermione got into her marking ‘groove’, thoughts of Severus were pushed to the back of her mind.

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If only Severus could have been so lucky. No matter how many different relaxation exercises he tried, he could not stop thinking about Hermione, and whether or not she might be carrying his child. Part of him was extraordinarily pleased at the thought, while another part was scared shitless. He had never even considered fatherhood, but now that he was faced with the possibility, he found himself getting excited.

Oh Merlin! He had to tell her! But how could he do it without her hating him,, when a large part of him already hated himself. Severus still could not believe that he had overlooked something so important. His only concern was keeping her from any discomfort, and he admitted to himself, the thought of collecting her virgin’s blood had been very distracting. But, in all the years he had been with different women, he had never once forgotten to protect them, and himself.

Back and forth, Severus paced on the rug in front of the fire, every turn taking him to another conclusion about what he should do. Finally, he decided that he would wait until he knew that there was something to be worried about. In the meantime, he knew that he would make love to her again, but could not give her the potion on the off chance that she might be pregnant. The potion would kill the baby, and possibly injure Hermione as well. He would have to use the charm, which would not harm the child as it created, in essence, a barrier to prevent contact between sperm and egg. Being a potion’s master, the charm was not his first choice; he was much more confident with the potion, especially when it was brewed by him.

What could he tell her when he used the charm instead? Hermione was an intelligent woman. The story would have to be believable. She would believe it if he claimed a problem with an ingredient; perhaps the acquisition was not possible, or he was not happy with the quality.

The soft chime let Severus know that someone was at his office door. Glancing at the clock, he smiled to himself. It could only be Hermione arriving for her mentoring session. He quickly moved through the door that connected his private chambers to the office, flung open the door and pulled Hermione in to his arms, hugging her tightly. Turning around, Severus kicked the office door shut, warding it in the process, and walked Hermione in to his sitting room.

“If this is the welcome that I expect every time I come to see you, I will have to schedule more meetings,” Hermione said, smiling up to him. A flicker of something passed through his eyes. She was not sure what it was; was he unsure? Was it fear? In a heartbeat, the look was gone.

“Oh, I think that I can give you a better welcome than that.”

He swooped down, capturing her lips in a burning kiss, immediately pushing his tongue past her lips, dominating it with his intensity. Hermione’s last coherent thought was that they were not going to be discussing research projects any time soon.

Severus reached down and pulled her satchel from her hand, dropping it where they stood. With his lips still thoroughly exploring hers, he began to undress her, removing her teaching robes then reaching up for the collar of her white oxford shirt. With a smooth tug, buttons flew across the room, and he pulled away, panting at the sight of her breasts encased in sheer taupe lace.

“Goddess but you are the most beautiful woman!” Severus reached up to caress the tops of her breasts as they spilled over the top of her bra. Hermione was breathing heavily, and he was mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples hardened as he continued to touch her, and he could not resist the impulse to bend down and take one delicious point in to his mouth.

Hermione groaned, grabbing his head to pull Severus closer to her chest. As she started to unclasp his robes, he moved his attention to the other breast, teasing and licking until Hermione thought she might faint from the sensation.

While Severus greedily suckled, Hermione was able to remove all of his clothing from the waist up, and had moved her hands to the fly of his pants. The feeling of her delicate fingers seemed to surprise him, and he responded to her touch with a shuddering breath.

Hermione had just undone the top button when Severus grabbed her hands, pulling them away. At her look of confusion, he gave her a small grin. He pulled her with him so that she was standing in front of a chair, sitting down so that she was standing in front of him. Still looking confused, Hermione started to sit in the opposite chair but Severus stopped her.

“Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to watch you strip for me.”

Hermione had a moment of shyness, but it was fleeting. Moving her hands behind her, she slowly undid her skirt. With a sexy, exaggerated shimmy, the skirt was in a puddle on the floor. Unembarrassed, she proudly stood in front of him wearing only her bra with matching French cut panties, confident in her sexuality.

“That is it. Now the rest. I want to see your gorgeous tits and that delicious pussy.”

Hermione gave him a smile that was all invitation. Although it was not necessary, she made a point of leaning forward as she removed her bra, teasing him by holding it up to her chest as she watched his desire for her burn in his eyes. She dropped her bra, and then turned around, giving him a view of her perfect round bottom.

Severus could not resist unfastening the rest of the buttons at his crotch and pulling out his cock, stroking it aggressively as he watched his witch tease him with her sexy movements.

With a coy look, Hermione glanced over her shoulder, smirking when she saw Severus pleasuring himself. With a thumb at each hip, she slowly pulled her panties down her thighs, bending over to lower them to her knees and then pulling them off completely. Still bent over, she turned to look at Severus again. He seemed entranced by the view.

Hermione took advantage of his distraction to turn around and drop to her knees in front of him. She moved so quickly, and had her hand around his aching shaft with such a smooth motion, that he was temporarily mute.

“I love watching you touch yourself, Severus. But I like it better when I get to do the touching.” With her free hand, Hermione placed each of his hands on the arms of the chair. “Do not move,” she commanded. Normally Severus would not have allowed the game to be played like this, especially when he started out in charge, but she had piqued his interest. He would play; for now.

Severus was entranced as her hand began to gently caress his shaft, moving slowly up and down. Hermione was studying his cock very carefully, noticing that way that the head seemed to swell even larger in her hand.

“Harder,” Severus moaned. “More pressure!” To his delight, her grip tightened, and them without any warning, her mouth engulfed him, almost entirely.

Severus started to writhe and groan. Hermione smiled to herself, euphoric in the feeling of power his response gave her.

“That’s it, little witch. Suck my cock. Take all of it in your hot mouth.” Hermione could feel her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh, her body readily responding to his crude language.

Severus was close to coming and he did not want it to end this way. Grabbing her by the hair, he slowly pulled her off, pausing as she gave his manhood one last swipe with her tongue. He leaned forward, kissing her gently and then suddenly biting down on her bottom lip. When she opened her mouth in shock, he took advantage, thrusting his tongue to tangle with hers. At the same moment, he reached behind her to softly rub her bottom, running his hand over each globe. His index finger reached out, tweaking her swollen clit as it poked out of her folds.

Hermione shuddered. His touch had been unexpected and forceful, causing her to moan against his mouth. Her 'dark' Severus was back.

“Stand up and turn around,” he commanded. Standing behind her, Severus quickly divested himself of the remainder of his clothing. Reaching out, he grabbed her ass, pulling her roughly against him. Hermione could feel his erection teasing her lips, and she thought she might fall over when he used the swollen head of his penis to rub back and forth across her aching pussy.

“Merlin, but I do love how wet you get for me. I have to taste you!” He dropped to his knees behind her, forcefully licking her sopping quim from top to bottom.

“Do not come!” he ordered. “You will not come until I tell you.” One long slender finger started to tease her opening, before finally thrusting in, mimicking the act of penetration. Hermione was shaking with want; she needed to come badly, and was barely holding on.

“Delicious.” Severus had suddenly withdrawn from her. Opening her eyes, Hermione turned to see him grab his wand and wave it over her body.

“What are you doing?”

“I am casting the contraception charm.”

Hermione was puzzled. Why would he not give her the potion like last time?

Severus anticipated her question. “I was not happy with some of the ingredients that I normally use for the potion, especially the ground calcite.” That was clearly all of the explanation he was going to give. Something about this was not quite sitting right with Hermione, but once he started teasing her opening with his cock, every other thought left her mind.

“I am going to fuck you now, my little witch. You are going to love this position.” With once firm thrust, Snape entered her from behind. Hermione moaned. This was a completely different sensation compared to the other times they had made love. The head of his dick teased a spot deep inside of her, pushing her even closer to her orgasm.

“Oh, Severus, please let me come. I can’t wait.” Her moaning words were pushing him to the edge, and he pushed her forward so that she was now kneeling on the floor, with her forearms supporting her body. He began to pound into her even harder, thrusting then withdrawing almost completely before thrusting in again. He loved the sound of his balls slapping against her ass, and he loved the little mewling whimpers that were coming from her mouth. He reached around her, pinching and teasing her nipple with one hand while the other found her clit, and started to rub it vigorously.

“Hermione, oh Hermione!” Snape moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me. Come all over me.” Those were the words that she was waiting for and with a scream Hermione let the orgasm wash over her. The tightening of her channel against his erection was more than Severus could stand. With a guttural moan, he filled her with his seed, draping himself over her back, holding her close as her body continued to shake and twitch through her release.

Snape lowered her to the floor so that he could spoon her body while they both tried to catch their breath. Without a word, he lifted her up and carried her to his sofa.

“I think we need to rest before we hit the books.”

“You are the queen of understatement.”