Payback is a Witch

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Chapter 14 ~ First the Head, then the Body

Hermione still had her eyes lowered, only now she had both her arms wrapped around herself tightly as if trying to hold what she was feeling inside. The Potions Master managed to adjust to the strong pulses he felt coming from the witch and leaned toward her.

"Hermione…look at me," he said, his face unreadable.

Hermione continued to look down. She didn't want to meet his gaze.

"Look at me witch," he said again.

Stubbornly Hermione would not respond.

Severus stood up and strode over to the sofa, standing over the witch and looking down at her.

Hermione could see the lower part of his robes as he stood there silently. She could also seem to feel the heat of his body, and hear him breathing rather quickly. Suddenly she felt fingers gripping her chin and forcing her face upward. She met the dark eyes of the Potions Master, who studied her face.

"You're trying to hide it from me," he said in a low voice. "But you can't. I know what you want witch, even if you lie to yourself about it."

"I don't want anything from you. You are a domineering bastard," she hissed at him even as her belly twisted upon itself at the touch of his fingers on her skin. She twisted her chin out of his hand. The Potions Master's black eyes glittered.

"I really think, Hermione, that's what you find so sexy about me," the wizard said, grasping her wrist and yanking her out of the chair so she was suddenly flush against his body. "The fact that I am a domineering bastard who will twist any scenario possible to get at you. It saves you the trouble of coming to me, doesn't it?"

Hermione pushed at his chest, trying to separate from him. The proximity of his body was doing things to her…delicious things.

"I've never wanted to come to you," she hissed up at him.

Severus could still feel her pulses of need.

"You want me to fuck you, Hermione…only you are too cowardly to admit it," he shot back at her, adjusting her in his arms and pulling her tighter against him. He fell silent for a moment, and Hermione got the distinct impression he was listening to something.

"If fact, you want me to do more than fuck you," he said, his black eyes staring at her. "You want me to do things that no wizard has ever done."

Hermione looked up at the wizard, her eyes narrowed. The witch was no child any longer. She had plenty of sexual experience and had tried almost everything at least once.

"I don't think you can do that, Severus…the blow to your ego it must be. I am well rounded in the sex department, believe me. I didn't sit on my laurels after you."

Severus looked at her rather thoughtfully.

"Do you forget, Hermione? I occupied your body for a month. I experienced your most intimate desires. I know one aspect of them has never been fulfilled for you. I know it like I know myself, witch," he said to her.

Hermione searched her memory to see if there was anything that was lacking. Not that she knew.

"What is it then?" she asked him, frowning.

"This," he replied, picking her up and locking his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. He could feel her body's reaction thrumming through him as he did so, longing, hungry, wanting more contact.

At first, Hermione struggled, then just let it happen. Severus was a good kisser, though she imagined he didn't kiss much. He didn't. He kissed her slow, almost lazily, sucking on her lips at first, then slipping his tongue into her mouth and swirling it slowly. Hermione began to feel very lightheaded and began to kiss him back. Then he pulled away and set her back down, his black eyes studying her as he felt the waves of desire wash over him, slower now, softer yet still hungry.

Hermione's eyes were closed, and her lips still pursed. She opened her eyes and looked up at him…then seemed to snap out of it.

"You see, I know what you need, Hermione…emotionally," the wizard said. "That is what will make you surrender to me. Mr. Weasley and that animal Vlad did not meet your desire for emotional connection. I can do it. I will do it, if only to possess you more completely than any other wizard has."

"You have never been loved, Hermione…or been in love as far as I can tell. Therefore sex has always been physical for you, and for a witch…that isn't enough. Your body might be sated, but your emotions are starved. I do not love you, but I know what you need to feel complete. How you need to be kissed, to be touched. You haven't had much of that in your life."

Hermione almost felt like crying. It was true. She had never been in love and although she found physical release with Ron and Vlad, it wasn't emotional release. She and Ron romped in the bed, they weren't lovers in the true sense of the word. Ron might kiss her, but they were rough playful kisses, and tickling was the closest he came to caresses.

And Vlad had never heard of foreplay in his life it seemed. Domination was his only motivation. Even the first time they had sex, that was all it was…rough, strong, dominating sex. He might have kissed her twice and kneaded her breasts as if they were made of dough. The wizard was more focused on driving his cock into all her orifices and bending her into all types of positions for better access.

Hermione also had short, quick trysts with a wizard or two that struck her fancy, but again, all were hot and fast interactions focused on the act itself. Hermione was a woman like any other woman, and wanted more…yes…but she never could seem to find a wizard that would take the time to move her heart or even her mind like he moved her body. True to form, the witch simply pushed this aspect of her sex life to the back of her mind, rather than dwell on it and be miserable. She never had a love life, and honestly doubted she ever would.

Hermione was pretty and brilliant, but she couldn't play the games witches and wizards played. She wouldn't pretend she was helpless or dumb herself down so a wizard might feel a sense of responsibility and protectiveness toward her. Most wizards didn't want a woman smarter than they were. Or one that was too independent. Hermione was both.

Severus' kiss had moved her, though she didn't want to admit it to the wizard. There were never slow, lazy kisses for her, or moments of just being held or caressed. It was always the bare bones of appreciation, then the fucking. Severus knew this. Hermione had no idea when she created her potion, what the long-term effects would be. She would never be able to market it the way it was. Severus would have to tell her, but not now.

"You can try to deny it, Hermione, but you want more than cock, witch," the wizard said quietly, "You want kisses and caresses, to be held and to be told more in the heat of passion than your pussy is good. You want what every witch wants. At least a sense of connection, if not love. No one has ever given you that. Emotionally, you are still a virgin, witch."

Hermione scowled at him.

"I've been with plenty of wizards," she said. "And there's certainly nothing virginal about me, Severus. You took care of that years ago."

Severus looked at her with an odd expression.

"Did I, Hermione? I fucked you, but gave you nothing else…just like every wizard after me. But…maybe I am mistaken. Have you never been in love witch?" he asked her.

"Have you?" she retorted. She didn't like the wizard delving into her psyche this way.

"I am a different story, Hermione. I purposely avoided entanglements such as love. It was a choice with me because of the kind of life I led. I don't believe it is that way with you," he said evenly, loosening his hold on her a bit. "I ask you again, have you ever been in love with a wizard who fucked you? Or at least emotionally invested?"

"Ron," she said weakly.

Severus snorted.

"Mr. Weasley was your friend. Certainly there was an attachment, but not the kind I am speaking of…and you know that. If you felt that way for Mr. Weasley, there would have been more between you than the occasional pleasurable tumble. Remember, I spoke to him. There was no possessiveness, no jealousy, no horrible sense of loss when I said I was involved with someone else. Only acceptance. Nothing more."

Hermione didn't say anything.

"Your silence says it all, Hermione," the wizard said, releasing one of her arms and looping his own into her other.

Severus pulled his wand out of his pocket, aimed it at the front door and warded it securely with his signature. So much for interruptions. He looked down at Hermione.

"Come with me, witch," he said, "I'm about to give surrender a new definition for you."

Hermione dragged her feet as Severus pulled her toward the bedroom, though she didn't know why. He didn't either. He could feel her ache clearly. Why couldn't she be honest about this? Admit, at least to herself that she was randy for him.

Because it would be giving in to him, that's why…on a completely different level. He would no longer be her devil incarnate. He'd be more like her savior.

Severus entered the bedroom, pulling the witch behind him. He released her and closed the bedroom door, warding it as well.

"You act like I'm going to run away from you," Hermione said to him. She didn't have her wand with her, having left it in her robes when she changed into her workout clothing.

Severus reached in his pocket and pulled out the jar of salve. He set it on the nightstand within easy reach. Hermione's eyes widened. She knew what that brand of salve was used for. Vlad had jars and jars of it.

"You just might try," the wizard said, smirking at her and starting to unbutton his robes.

Severus wasn't worried about Hermione running.

She might look a bit upset at seeing the salve…but her pulsing hadn't slowed a bit.

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