Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 16 ~ Who's Surrendering to Whom?

Severus' black eyes rested on Hermione's ass for a moment, watching it slowly close, his thick come dripping between her cheeks. He growled a bit at the sight. He had enjoyed that…in fact the wizard believed he enjoyed it more because he knew Hermione had liked it. It wasn't one-sided as it usually was for him. He picked his wand up off the floor and scourgified the witch, then himself. He rose and caught hold of Hermione's arm.

"Up you go and into the bed, witch," he said, pulling her up. He wasn't rough, just firm.

Still panting, Hermione obediently climbed into the bed. Severus could feel her lustful pulses slow somewhat, but there was an underlying, hungering throb that was much softer. The wizard climbed into the bed and turned toward her. Hermione was looking away from him.

"Don't want to look at me?" he asked her softly.

"No," the witch replied.

This was the cold part of sex for Hermione. The awkward part. The aftermath where the wizard lay on his side of the bed, and she on hers, silent until he either got hard again or left. But she knew Severus wasn't leaving. He was going to use her until he was sated.

"Am I that ugly?" he asked her

"Yes," Hermione said meanly, wanting to hurt the wizard's feelings.

Severus smirked at her.

"Well, luckily for me I have other attributes that make up for my lack of rugged good looks," he replied, his black eyes washing over her. He could feel the coldness in her now, and knew it was a protective coldness.

"How can such a hot, passionate little witch turn into an ice princess only a moment later?" Severus asked her, pressing his nose into her hair and inhaling its jasmine scent, then shifting closer so his body rested against her side. Hermione tried to shift over to break the contact, but Severus pulled her back against him.

"I want to feel you against me," he said.

He felt that underlying pulse ripple a bit as the witch looked at him.

"Why? So you can get hard again?" she snorted at him.

"No. Because you are soft, warm and feel good next to me," he responded.

Hermione just blinked at the wizard. No one had ever said that to her before. Sustained contact was for sustained sex. Not because she just felt good.

Severus felt the smooth pulse grow a bit stronger. It was warming too. Not so much coldness now. He placed a pale hand on her belly and felt her draw a sudden breath at the contact. He began to rub her gently.

"I don't believe I've ever told you how alluring I find you, Hermione," the Potions Master said.

Hermione scowled at him.

"Alluring? Severus, you just wanted to fuck me, plain and simple. You already said you wanted to knock me off my pedestal. You did it," she said sharply. "Not only did you knock me off, you rolled me in the mud."

Severus chuckled.

"Maybe I just wanted to be your first," the Potions Master said, "Maybe I knew that if I tried to approach you honestly, you would have seen me as a lecherous old Potions Professor just trying to get some young snatch."

"That's exactly what you were," Hermione spat at him. "Don't try to put a romantic spin on it now. I'm not falling for it, Severus."

The Potions Master smirked.

"Yes, I was," he replied. "But you're a mature witch now, Hermione. Brilliant, independent and lovely. You can think circles around those sanctimonious bastards that trail Vargas around as if they're sniffing his ass. They're scared to death of you, as well they should be. You've already turned the field on its ear with your 'Aisle of Non-magic.' Wait until they get a load of that. You're going to be in the history books, witch. Just like I knew you'd be. And that, my dear, is definitely alluring."

Hermione looked at the pale wizard lying beside her, his warm body pressing into her hip. Was he serious? He looked it.

Severus could feel her warming towards him even more. It felt good to tell the witch what he actually thought of her. And he did find her alluring, though he wouldn't have ever admitted that to either her or himself before the switch.

Suddenly, the Potions Master pulled the witch toward him and kissed her, capturing her lips between his own and sucking on them gently, tasting them before once again probing her mouth, reveling in its softness before drawing away.

Hermione stared at him, obviously deeply affected.

"I thought you didn't kiss?" she said softly.

Severus' black eyes glittered at her.

"I do now," he replied, rolling on top of the witch and attacking her mouth once again, gently but hungrily.

Hermione was shocked, but damn, it was nice to be kissed. The wizard wasn't trying to position himself to fuck her again. He was just…kissing her. And doing a fine job of it. Hermione began to kiss him back, and Severus felt her arms encircle his back. He had never had a woman hold him like this unless he was driving into her body. Hermione's pulse now seemed to envelope him in its warmth, drawing him in as the connection manifested. Severus moved from Hermione's mouth to her throat, kissing and sucking it gently as the witch sighed with pleasure.

"You're doing this to make me surrender," she said to the wizard, her eyes closed as his warm lips moved over her skin.

"Yes," he answered as he moved lower, his hands beginning to caress her body as he approached the swell of her breasts. Hermione began to heat up again…desire pooling in her belly. Severus felt the swell of lust in her but had no intentions on fucking her for quite some time. She arched upward as his mouth closed over her hard nipple, and she let out a groan as Severus suckled her, his other hand gently caressing her other breast, then sliding over her waist and hip, slowly and appreciatively.

"Gods, this feels so good," she sighed. She had never experienced a wizard taking this much time with her before as Severus continued kissing and caressing every part of her body, moving over her shoulders, his lank hair dragging across her skin.

The wizard was finding kissing Hermione this way extremely pleasurable. Her skin was soft and warm, her body undulating under his administration. He could feel her emotion too, and it was as if he were inebriated by it, everything around him blurring and becoming unreal. The only thing real was Hermione. He ran his lips down between her breasts and tongued them, the witch cursing softly now.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked the wizard, her pelvis grinding under him.

Severus paused and looked up at her.

"Not yet, witch," he replied, "I find your body delectable this way as well. There's time for fucking you later."

Hermione's head fell back. He'd rather kiss her body than fuck her. No wizard had ever wanted that.

Severus shuddered as he felt a powerful pulse burst of emotion from Hermione. Suddenly he was aware of her hands in his hair, pulling him upward painfully. Before he could complain the witch rolled him over on his back. Knowing her strength, Severus would have never believed it possible. The witch climbed on top of him and began to kiss him much the same way as he kissed her.

The Potions Master never had a witch claim him this way. Actually, besides Hermione fucking him as a wizard, he had never been in this situation before. He gasped as Hermione slid down to his throat, then to his ear, sticking her tongue in it and making him shudder. His hands rested on the witch's back lightly as her soft mouth moved over his body. She was kissing his chest now, her breasts sliding over his stomach. He hissed when her mouth suckled his nipple, and again when she ran her tongue over the ridges of his abdomen. Her hands seemed to be everywhere. Gods, this felt amazing. Hermione's emotions rolled over him in waves as she kissed and licked his body, her mouth moving over his rock hard cock now, but not taking it in, now moving to his thighs. He buckled reflexively

Hermione didn't know what was happening to her, but she wanted to taste every inch of Severus, and hear his silky voice rise and fall in pleasure. She had felt such a swell inside when he said he didn't want to fuck her (yet) that she had to react. The feel of his hard, lean body under her lips and hands was so arousing, so exciting. She knew instinctively she was the first witch to treat him in such a manner. It was another first.

Severus yanked Hermione back up and embraced her tightly, delving into her mouth hungrily then rolling back on top of her, and starting the entire process of tasting her body all over again, this time delving into her core with his tongue, feeling the witch arching into his mouth as he licked and lashed her. She cried out when he lightly bit her clit, then kissed it, suckling gently. Hermione was leaking profusely and he drank in every drop thirstily, then probed inside her heat for more, making the witch come so strongly his face was covered in her release.

"Damn," he breathed, swallowing her down.

Both of their bodies were slick with sweat as Hermione pulled him back up and planted kisses on his face before falling to his mouth, tasting her own essence as she did so and rolling back on top of him.

It was like some kind of sensate dream for both witch and wizard. There was a sense of unreality…as if the entire world had come to a stop and they were the only ones in motion. For Severus it was doubly affecting. He had never been appreciated this much by a witch. It was always "fuck me". But this, Hermione was deliberately doing this for his pleasure as much as her own. He watched as she lifted his cock and greedily drew it into her mouth, and he thrust upward in reaction to that blissful heat surrounding him.

The wheels were turning in Severus' head even as he groaned in pleasure while the witch blew him, her chestnut locks resting on his thighs. Even if he had his fire back for other witches…after this, shit…he knew fucking them would most likely feel like a sorry imitation. He liked being treated this way…feeling wanted beyond his cock, though Hermione certainly was enjoying it at the moment. The wizard realized that only an emotional connection could make sex like this possible. But he couldn't form one with every witch who came his way. He didn't want to.

Suddenly Hermione stopped sucking him and sat up, shifting her body forward until her core pressed down on his hardened organ. The witch's amber eyes rested on his face for a moment, full of fire and desire, her lust pouring over him. She wanted to fuck.

Severus lifted his head to see her better as she grasped his cock, positioned herself over it, then slid down, sheathing him deep inside her pulsing warmth, moaning with pleasure. Severus let out a growl as she came to rest against his thighs, and his hands gripped her small waist.

"I'm going to fuck you again, Severus," she breathed at him.

"Yes, you are," he agreed, shifting his hold on her slightly, "but this time my cock is where it rightfully belongs, witch. Attached to me."

Hermione gave the wizard a slow, sexy smile,

Then she went to work.

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A/N: Hmmm. Seems they are both surrendering here. Severus is finding out sex has much broader application than simply fucking. Hermione is finding out Severus is capable of being more than a selfish bastard when he wants to be. Please review.