The Reluctant Detectives

Chapter Fourteen


She had lied to him. Not just lied, Hermione told herself, but told a falsehood that had her wondering if she would ever see the inside of Severus’s bed again if he ever found out the truth. If she had been self sufficient in such a way, she wouldn’t have been so sexually frustrated! But no, she lied and told him that she had masturbated! Why, she asked herself. Why had she told him that? At the rate she was going, she was going to self combust!


But then Severus had to vanish! She hadn’t seen him since she told him that she had taken care of herself. At first this worked out well, as she still had much to do gathering evidence. But the moment she finished, that’s when she began to wonder just where he was. She had looked for him nearly everywhere. Their shared rooms, his labs, and now she was going to the Headmaster’s office. This she only was able to find out after speaking to a painting of Albus Dumbledore in the library. After asking him a great favor, she went to Severus.


He was sitting at his desk. Worrying her lower lip, she shut the doors behind herself. Warding the doors as well as putting up a silencing charm, she walked over to the desk slowly. Clearing her throat, she caught his attention. Severus looked up with the intent of throwing her out but lost what he was about to say when he watched as she dropped her robes and was standing in front of him in nothing but deep rich burgundy colored knickers, a bra, and towering black leather stiletto heels.


She walked over to him, deeply inhaling the scent of him. Hermione looked into his eyes whispering, “I lied.”


“Did you?” he asked, feeling as her hand cupped his growing erection through his clothing. “Don’t tell me. You are a bad girl?”


“No, that’s too cliché.”


“True,” he murmured hoarsely now as she nuzzled his neck. “Tell me what you want.”


“I want you,” she replied, hotly against his ear. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she straddled his thighs. “I want you in me.” Hermione kissed his mouth, indulging in the flavor of him. “If I don’t have you in me when I climax, I don’t know what I’ll do.”


“We have company here, sweetling,” he murmured. “Or did you forget the other headmasters’ portraits?”


“Hmm, you obviously haven’t looked at the frames lately,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt. “They are mysteriously empty.”


He looked over his shoulder and found this to be true. “And how is it that you managed that?”


She leaned over, nipping and licking at his flat nipple. “Does it matter?”


“No,” he moaned.


“I didn’t think so,” Hermione whispered hotly against his ear. “I want to be naked for you.” She stood up, still straddling his legs. “Pick.”


He reached up, caressing the valley between her breasts. “The bra first.”


She took his hands and placed them on the edges of the cup of the bra. “Pull.”


Curious he did as she ordered him to do. The cups of the bra pulled free of their moorings. Blinking in amazement, his fingers touched the rough edges of what was left of the bra.


“Why are all these little loops there?” he asked.


Tilting his head up she purred, “Velcro.”


“For something I know so little about,” he murmured, pulling away her panties with the same ease. “I love it.”


“I knew you would,” she replied, reaching down to his pants and undoing them.


“I am not putting it into my clothing to make it easier on you to have your wicked way with me.” He pushed down his pants, catching a hold of her hips and sitting her down on the work surface.


“One can dream,” she sighed as she rested back onto his desk. “Hmm, talk about the one place I never imagined our first time would be.”


He froze. She was right. This would be their first time together. Was this any way to treat the young woman in front of him? Severus Snape for all his faults was at heart a gentleman. He may not show it to every woman or man he met, but it was there. Deep, deep down it was there. He looked down to her tight, weeping sex and tossed all thoughts of being a gentleman away.


He leaned over her. “Put your legs around me.”


She did so, looking straight into his eyes as he pushed himself into her. Hermione gasped at the feel of his girth invading her snug heat. Her legs went all the tighter around his hips, as her fingers bit into the edge of the desk. Pulling herself towards him, she was trying to speed him up. But he would have none of that. Chuckling his fingers bit into her hips, as he took one of her hardened berry colored nipples into his mouth.


Arching up against him, her breathing became even more irregular. His mouth moved to hers, taking, tasting, and dominating it until she was pliant under him and waiting for what came next.


He began moving within her, never saying a word as he thrust hard and fast. She lift herself to every motion, rocking in a counter beat to him. The feel him, the taste of him consumed her. The friction of his sex within hers overwhelmed her. She screamed her climax into his mouth. Within seconds of her orgasm, he shivered as he to began to cum as well. Collapsing on top of her, he wrapped his arms around her.


“Next time…we do this…properly,” he panted.


“I was…just thinking…that took off the…edge beautifully.” She turned her head, looking into his eyes. “Do you have any more...work to do at the moment?”


“At the moment? No,” he said, rubbing his nose against hers. “My room or yours?”


They put their clothing to rights and left, holding hands. Behind them in the portraits the former head masters and mistresses grumbled as they got back into their frames. It was Head Master Black that complained the loudest.


“How dare they have sex in this office? What happened to respect for the position as well as the students I ask you?” the ancestor of Sirius Black muttered.


“Calm yourself, Phineas,” Albus told him smiling as he thought over the favor Miss Granger had asked of him that would have the former head masters leaving their frames. “They are young! You remember what it was like when you were their age, do you not?”


“I should say not!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been dead for longer than I lived!”


Chuckling Albus whispered, “Let them be. Life is difficult enough without our help.” He leaned back, closing his eyes to drift once more into sleep.


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