A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 16 ~ Warming Up

Severus and Hermione entered her bedroom, Hermione releasing the wizard’s hand as she turned to him, smiling.

Severus looked at her rather somberly, then pulled out his wand and warded the door so it couldn’t be opened. Hermione frowned slightly as Severus placed his wand on the nightstand and began unbuttoning his robes.

“Why did you ward the door?” Hermione asked him as his pale hands slowly moved down the front of his clothing.

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t leave before I am finished with you,” he said to her matter-of-factly.

Hermione stared at Severus as he opened his robes and slid them down his arms, dropping it to the floor and revealing his white shirt and black trousers.

“Leave?” she repeated as Severus leveled his eyes on her as he worked on his cuffs.

“It occurred to me recently, Hermione that your change of heart concerning me was quite…sudden,” the wizard said quietly.

Hermione went a little pale. He was suspicious of her. This wasn’t good.

“It wasn’t sudden, Severus. I…I…just had time to think,” she lied, “To think about how I feel about you.”

“Think, you say,” Severus said in a low voice as he worked on his shirt buttons, more of his pale chest coming into view as he opened it. His voice was full of sarcasm. “So, can you tell me, Hermione…what it was that you ‘thought’ that made you change your mind about our relationship in a matter of hours?”

Hermione stared at him, thinking fast. Unfortunately whenever Hermione was thinking or lying, her amber eyes had a habit of shifting back and forth quickly. Severus knew this and observed those telltale orbs moving rapidly right to left and smirked to himself.

Think fast, witch.

“Severus, I can't tell you what so easily. It involves a number of things. I thought you were happy with my decision,” Hermione said, trying to put him on the defensive.

Severus pulled off his shirt, also letting it fall to the floor.

“I am ecstatic about your decision, witch. It’s just that I know you…and you don’t normally change your mind about anything unless…you’ve acquired some new and compelling information to foster that change,” he purred at her. “Did you?”

Hermione looked at Severus. Damn him.

“What new information could I possibly have gotten, Severus? Probably only Albus knows what you’re up to…and I haven’t seen him,” she responded, answering his question with a question of her own.

Severus paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes at her as he opened his belt buckle and pulled the long strap out of the loops of his black trousers.

“That still isn’t an answer to my question, Hermione. You’re dancing,” he breathed at her, doubling the belt in his pale hand for a moment.

A dangerous look flashed across his face, then slowly…Severus let the belt drop to the floor. He had never beat Hermione with anything other than his cock…he wasn’t about to start now, no matter how angry he was.

“It is bad form to answer a question with a question, Hermione. What are you trying to hide?” he asked her.

Hermione pulled her t-shirt over her head, her bra-encased breasts dropping into view. She quickly reached around and unfastened her bra, sliding it down her arms, her full globes and dark nipples bouncing into clear sight. She was hoping to distract the wizard by this display.

“I’m not hiding anything, Severus. Can’t we talk about this later? Right now…I just want our bodies to speak to each other,” she said in what she hoped was her most seductive voice.

“They’re going to ‘speak’ all right,” the wizard growled at her as he toed off his boots, “Though I’m not sure ‘speaking’ will adequately describe your body’s reaction, witch. ‘Shrieking’ might be the better word.”

Hermione felt a pulse below her navel as Severus targeted and hit her darker nature with both wand blasts. The Potions Master was an amazing lover, with the ability to be gentle and tender as well as dominating and demanding, depending on his mood when he took her. Hermione was a strong little witch and could handle his range of sexual prowess. Right now, she welcomed his thinly veiled promise of power. Yesterday, she had been very accommodating, but Severus didn’t let loose on her, although he had been very good and very thorough.

Hermione wanted the wizard to fuck her good and hard to give her some sense of absolution for the sin of stealing into his mind while he was asleep and taking the information that she wanted. Information that was supposed to be kept secret. It was something she subconsciously felt she should be punished for.

Hermione might have Slytherin tendencies…but she was still a Gryffindor. As such she felt guilt that would have never occurred in a true Slytherin. Severus, on the other hand, had no qualms about having intruded on her mind. It was necessary to find out what he wanted to know and that was the difference between them. Severus had very little conscience when it came to getting what he wanted.

Severus saw the darkness in the witch’s eyes. Hermione wanted him to be brutal…he could tell. She wanted it yesterday as well, but he was feeling very grateful to the witch for her acceptance of him and wasn’t moved to turn her into a shuddering, spasming, twitching mound of flesh.

But he was now. Hermione would tell him everything before he was finished with her. He pulled his trousers down and stepped out of them, kicking them aside then straightening, his black silk boxers tented enormously.

Hermione’s eyes drifted over Severus’ lean, hard pale body. Small scars were etched across his chest and belly, a line of dark hair running from his navel down into his boxers, where it framed his massive cock in a halo of dark, slightly curling hair. His belly was tensed and Hermione could tell he was ready to just leap on her.

“Finish undressing,” he said to her silkily, his eyes on her sweatpants. Then they flicked up to her hair. “Undo your hair as well. I want it loose.”

Hermione pulled the hair tie out of her hair and shook it so it swung free. Next she undid the drawstring to her sweats, slid them down and stepped out of them. She then removed her white cotton knickers and straightened, meeting the Potions Master’s eyes.

Severus bit his lip for a moment as he studied Hermione. He found Hermione’s body perfect, though she complained her hips were too wide and her thighs too heavy. But Severus appreciated her thickness. Her ample curves gave him plenty to hold on to as he twisted her petite body about.

“Come here,” Severus said imperiously, Hermione creaming herself at the look of lust on the wizard’s pale face.

Severus for the most part maintained a rather sober if not dour look. Only when he was with her did his face reflect his true feelings. He could let his guard down.

Silently, Hermione walked up to the wizard, looking up at him, standing inches from his body. Severus kept his hands at his sides and pushed his hips forward slightly, the bulge in his boxers pressing into her belly. Hermione let out a little gasp.

“You know what to do, witch,” he said to her softly, his eyes hot. Yes, Severus Snape was definitely in domination mode and Hermione Granger in the mood to submit.

Hermione reached up to his shoulders and slowly drew her hands down his chest and belly, the Potions Master’s eyes hooding slightly as they hooked into the waistband of his boxers. Hermione began to kneel, drawing them down as Severus gently gathered her hair together with both hands then caught it in one pale fist.

On her knees now, Hermione was face to face with his cock.

“Pleasure me,” Severus hissed, pulling her forward by the hair a bit roughly, thrusting his hips forward and pressing the leaking head of his thick organ against her lips. “Let me see if my cock can loosen those lips.”

Hermione opened her mouth and engulfed the Potions Master’s swollen head, the wizard throwing his head back with pleasure as her warmth closed over him, sucking gently before the witch began to bob slowly, sliding her mouth over as much of his cock as she could take in.

“Yesssss,” Severus hissed, his eyes closed, “Mmmmm.”

Hermione brought up both her hands and began to caress the rest of his length, grasping the shaft and sliding her hands back and forth, the Potions Master groaning and hissing, his hips beginning to pump, driving into her mouth a bit deeper. He jumped a bit as Hermione fondled his scrotum, rolling it between her fingers, then tickling the sensitive perineum behind.

“Oh, you wicked little witch,” Severus groaned down at her, yanking her head forward and driving so deep, Hermione gagged, “You know what I like don’t you? Look up at me!”

Hermione turned wet eyes up at Severus who bit his lip at the erotic sight of his cock between her lips.

“I think you have a secret that you need to share with me, Hermione,” he gasped at her. “You’re going to tell it to me before we leave this room tonight.”

Severus slid his hand under Hermione’s chin and grasped it tightly, adjusting his hold on her hair so it was tighter as well…then he began to fuck her mouth roughly, yanking Hermione back and forth over his cock, the witch gagging now and then as he did so, coating his cock in saliva. It was shining as if oiled as he plunged it into Hermione’s mouth over and over, tears starting to run down her cheeks.

Severus pulled her over him and held her there, the head of his cock in her throat for several moments before he released her…Hermione gasping for breath, Severus staring down at her, then easing up, letting Hermione take over again. She began licking and kissing his cock from tip to stem, running her tongue over and under it and nipping at the sensitive skin with her teeth, the wizard purring with pleasure.

“Tell me you love sucking my cock, Hermione Granger” he breathed down at the witch, his lower lip trembling slightly as she bathed his cock, “Tell me how much you like it.”

Hermione felt her pussy throb and a trickle of wetness slip out of her. She loved when Severus was like this. She pulled back from him.

“I love it, Severus,” she whispered up at him, “I love it.”

Severus gave Hermione a nasty little smirk and forced his cock back into her mouth.

“I know you do,” he replied, “That’s why you’re going to continue.”

Hermione blew the wizard for about ten minutes more, Severus alternating between roughly gagging her and letting her take control. Hermione’s mouth and chin were soaking wet and the wizard’s cock shining from her ministrations.

Severus felt himself coming close to the edge and suddenly yanked Hermione back from his glistening organ, shuddering slightly as he fought the urge to ejaculate. Hermione's eyes were half-lidded and she tried to dive back in, fully caught up in the act, wanting to feel the wizard come in her mouth. Severus held her back by the hair.

“Not this time witch. I don’t want to have to wait to deliver my package,” he said to her, drawing the witch to her feet and kissing Hermione deeply as he caressed her slowly, his hands sliding down her back, over the swell of her ass and down her thighs. Hermione’s entire body felt enflamed beneath his palms, her skin hot and moist from perspiration. She moaned into his mouth as Severus caught her cheeks and ground her hard against his erection.

“You’re going to feel every inch of me,” he growled, “And while you’re feeling me, you’re going to tell me why you changed your mind…the truth.”

Hermione dimly registered what Severus said, she was so lost in her desire for the wizard. She writhed against his hard lean body, wanting him closer, wanting him inside her.

“Severus…” she hissed, aching inside, “Fuck me.”

Severus gave a little chuckle.

“You’re such a slave to your desires, Hermione,” he said, backing her toward the bed, the couple shuffling as he kept contact with her body.

Hermione felt the back of her legs hit the four-poster and she turned in his arms, intending on climbing into the bed. Severus let her turn then stopped her, pressing his lips against her ear

“Oh no, witch. You’re going to bend over for me first,” he said silkily, stepping back a bit and pressing on her lower back, making Hermione bend at the waist. She placed her hands on the mattress obediently and Severus moved back in, pressing his pelvis against her as so she could feel him. Hermione shuddered, a sure sign of readiness.

“You want this, witch. Well, I want something from you as well,” the Potions Master breathed, pulling his hips back and grasping his cock and running the head of it between her labia.

Hermione let out a cry as he rubbed her clit with it several times before grabbing her waist and ramming his full length into her wet, pulsing pussy with a grunt, hitting the witch so hard she slipped and fell forward on the bed with a shriek.

Severus pulled Hermione back up on her hands again roughly, then leaned over her back, fully embedded inside her, once more pressing his lips against her ear.

“I want…the truth,” he hissed, “Why did you change your mind, Hermione. What made you decide to stay with me?”

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A/N: Yum yum yummies. Severus…damn you should be real. Siiiigh. Not much to say about this chapter but Severus is an artist. An absolute artist. More to “come.” Heh heh. Thanks for reading.