The Mentor

Thanks for the reviews everyone. Believe it or not, this is going to wrap up in a few more chapters. I already have rough drafts for the next story, but am committed to wrapping this one first before moving on to the next.
NC-17 (I was hoping that Severus and Hermione might take a break, but when those two get together, they cannot keep their hands off each other!)

Chapter 14 – The Visitor

After a quick nap together, curled up on the sofa in front of the fire, Severus and Hermione actually managed to have a proper mentoring session; as ‘proper’ as the meeting could be with Hermione wearing only his shirt, and Severus naked above the waist. They began with Hermione showing Severus her lesson plans for the next couple of months. Ever the over achiever, Hermione had completed most of her lessons for the first term before the summer was finished. The problem being that her anal retentive nature caused her to rewrite a single lesson several times before she felt that it was ‘class worthy’. When she shared this with Severus, it was all he could do to not point out the obvious. However, when she shared her tutoring schedule with him, Severus could feel the telltale throbbing of the vein over his eye; a sure cue that his annoyance at her over planning had quickly turned to rage tinged frustration.

Taking a moment to count to ten, and to take several deep breaths, Severus felt that he might be able to calmly address what was possibly the main reason for her pending burnout.

“Hermione”, he began softly. “Do you realize how much time you are spending rewriting what are probably exceptional plans; and then tutoring those dunderheads? This is ridiculous.” Throughout his little speech, Severus could see the subtle changes in her posture and facial expressions; both letting him know that he was treading on very shaky ground. He had been her teacher long enough to know that she did not take criticism well, no matter how well intentioned. It was time to back up and rethink his strategy. She opened her mouth to respond, and he quickly brought a finger to her lips.

“One moment please. I have something to show you. I will be right back.” Hermione held her tongue, but Severus could tell that it took some effort.

When he returned, it was carrying a black leather portfolio case. The cover was worn around the edges; clearly this was something that Severus had owned for some time. Before opening it, he loving ran his palm over the smooth surface, a gentle smile briefly lifting his lips.

“I want you to see these. This is the folder containing all of my plans for this term.” Hermione was taken aback. Her stack of papers was considerably thicker, and not as well organized. “Like you, I too write most of my plans over the summer. However, once it is written, it is done. I do not revisit it over and over.”

“That is just because you have been teaching for so long. You could probably do it without any advance planning at all,” Hermione grumbled.

“No. My planning has always been done this way,” Severus answered. “And I always have a plan for each lesson, although I may not always follow it when the time comes.” He paused here, watching Hermione closely to see how she might be feeling. To her credit, she really did appear to be carefully considering his words. Slowly, she bent her head, eyes fixed on her fingers that were twisted together nervously in her lap.

“I don’t know if I can change. I have always prepared that way. How will I know that it is good enough the first time?” she asked in a small voice. Setting aside his papers, Severus pulled her in to the shelter of his arms.

“That part is easy. You let me, as your mentor, read over some of your work, and you can be confident that if it is not up to par, I will be the first to let you know.”

“Oh I am sure you will,” she answered, turning her head to brush her lips against his throat. He rewarded her efforts with a shudder and pulled her even closer.

“And what of these numerous tutoring sessions you insist on scheduling, hmmm? Surely you do not have that many idiots in your classes.”

“Severus, how can you even say that? How could you expect me to turn my back on a student when they are struggling?” Hermione started to pull away.

“That is not what I am suggesting at all. What did your teachers do when you were in school?”

“Well, I guess there were revision groups; and I was asked to help out some of the other students.”

“Exactly,” Severus replied with feeling. “Your teacher’s used some of the others students to fill a tutor’s role, and as you know, that can help the tutor as much as the tutored.” Hermione nodded her head in agreement, her eyes lighting up as a new plan started to form.

“Here,” Severus turned away, reaching for parchment, quill and ink. “Start writing your ideas down; I am going to go read your plans.” Hermione did not say anything, moving to sit on the floor in front of the sofa while Severus took her papers to a small desk.

For the next couple of hours, they worked in silence, the scratch of quill over parchment and the occasional hiss or pop from the fire the only sound in the room. Finally, as though emerging from a deep pool of water, Hermione pulled herself back to the present.

“Goodness Severus!” she exclaimed. “Look at the time, and we have not even begun to talk about our .research yet.” She started to collect her notes, carefully capping the ink bottle

Severus stood up slowly, reaching up to stretch the kinks out of his back. The sight of Hermione bent over as she gathered her things caused the tails of his shirt to rise up, giving him a teasing glimpse of her beautiful ass. In a flash, he was sitting behind her, reaching around to pull her on to his lap. Instinctively, she arched back so that her back was resting against his bare chest. Without words, he brought his hands up to the front of her shirt, quickly releasing each button, and pushing the shirt down her arms to drape across his lap behind her.

“I cannot keep my hands off you, little witch. Why is that? Have you entranced me? Cursed me?” His clever fingers began to tease and tug her peaked nipples. He could feel a drip of her wetness soaking through the fabric of his trousers. Without warning, Severus moved one hand from her breast to her aching centre, flicking her clit with his index finger.

“Oh Severus,” Hermione purred, arching her back to fill his hands with her and turning her head so that she could find his neck with her lips. “I love it when you touch me this way. I love it when your hands are all over me; almost as much as I love it when you fill me up with your hard cock.” Abruptly, Hermione spun around on his lap so that she was facing him.

“That is what I want right now. I want to ride you!” With an aggressive sense of urgency, Hermione undid his trousers, pulling out his rock hard member. The head was an angry, pulsing purple and the head was already covered in the sheen of pre cum.

Before Severus could even lift himself to pull his pants off, Hermione had already grabbed him by the base, and was slowly lowering herself over the rigid shaft. After taking a moment to savour the feeling of intense fullness, she began to rock back and forth across his lap, almost letting him pull out completely before pushing herself back down to take him completely.

Unlike their previous encounters, Hermione was in total control. A small part of him rebelled at not being the dominant partner, but at that moment all Severus could do was hang and enjoy the ride. She was purposely teasing him, alternating her pace and the force as she continued to writhe and buck on top of him.

Severus was entranced by the mewling noises and soft whimpers that she was making. He was glad that he had already spent himself inside her once that evening. He would not have lasted very long without his earlier release. Just when he thought that he may be able to lengthen this exquisite experience, Hermione grabbed his head between her hands and crashed her lips to his. It was violent, forceful and hot. With each thrust of tongue and tangle of lips, Severus could feel his control waver.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth away, and reached down to grab both of her full breasts. “Suck my tits!” Hermione commanded, moving forward to push her throbbing nipple into his mouth. Although not one who usually responded well to commands, Severus did a fine job of teasing and flicking and suckling and biting. He could feel a warm rush of liquid with his rough treatment of her breasts.

“Put your mark on me!” she pleaded. “I want to see it tomorrow, when I am getting dressed. I want to see it peeking out from the edge of my bra.” Again, Severus moved to obey, his lips finding the swell of her breast over her heart and biting down, not hard enough to break the skin but certainly hard enough for her to carry the mark she wanted for several days.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! That’s it Severus.” Hermione bucked erratically, her control of the situation lost as she screamed her release. Severus took advantage, grasping her firmly by the hips, plunging her down on his aching cock while ramming up to meet her at the same time. By this point, Hermione was incoherent, totally lost in her pleasure. Her orgasms came so closely together that the blended into one long, intense wave. Severus was coated in her release, yet more kept gushing out.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he chanted with each thrust into her pussy. As he finally spilled himself deep inside, Severus was overwhelmed with feelings. He desperately wanted to tell her that he loved her, but was afraid that it would scare her off. Instead, he pulled his little witch tightly to his chest, trying to put all of his feelings into one loving caress.

Hermione was shocked that she remained lucid. What had started out as a situation that she fully controlled quickly became the opposite. Once she started to feel her release coming, it was as though someone had flipped a switch. Instead of teasing the man beneath her, all she wanted to do was ride him. Wrapped safely in his arms, all that Hermione wanted to do was tell Severus how much she loved him. She did not, fearful that her admission would push him away. If all they ever had was a casual sexual relationship that would be fine with her. Well not ‘fine’ but better than not having him at all. As his arms pulled her more tightly against his warm chest, Hermione snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to convey in actions what she could not say with words. The chiming of the clock announcing eleven pm drew them apart.

“I should probably get back to my rooms before it is too late,” Hermione said with a certain measure of reluctance. That was the last thing that she wanted to do. “I was lucky this morning that I did not run into anyone, but that will not always be the case.” She started to move away.

“Another option is for you to stay with me tonight. You can floo back to your rooms in the morning.”

“I am sure that you must want your space, and you need some time to get ready for classes tomorrow.”

“You have seen my plans. I am prepared. What I truly want is to carry you to my bathroom, shower with you in my arms and then put you in my bed, where you belong.”

“Oh, well, in that case, I could be persuaded to stay the night.”

After a leisurely shower followed by a picnic in bed, Severus pulled back the covers, patting the place beside him for Hermione to lay. With a quick, wandless nox all of the lights were extinguished. Curled in each other’s arms, Severus and Hermione enjoyed one of the most rejuvenating night’s sleep they had ever experienced.

Severus woke the next morning to the feel of Hermione lips pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He reached out to pull her close, his eyes snapping open when he failed to make contact with her warm curves. At her giggle, Severus realized that she was standing over him.

“It is too early and you are over dressed. Come back to bed.” He tried to grab her, but Hermione managed to jump out of the way.

“Unlike my illustrious potion’s master, I do need to do some prep work before my classes today.” She leaned on again, brushing another soft kiss to his brow. “I wish that I could stay. I want nothing more than to lay beside you all morning, but I do need to go. I will see you at breakfast.” With a playful grin, she walked to the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of powder, she blew Severus a teasing kiss over her shoulder, and in a flash of green, she was gone.

Both Hermione and Severus may have been surprised to realize that they were wearing identical grins as they prepared for their days. While Severus managed to conceal his behind is usual mask of haughty disinterest, Hermione did not. She walked in to the Great Hall with a goofy smile lighting up her entire aura. He was breathless when he saw her, and as her smile widened when her eyes met his, Snape thought that his heart might stop. Without hesitation, she made her way towards him.

“Hey, Hermione!” a familiar voice yelled. Mentally shaking her head, Hermione recognized a familiar red-headed man walking towards her. Without warning, she was lift in a crushing hug, to shocked to see the happiness in Severus’ eyes dim as he watched Ron Weasley publically embracing his witch.