All of a sudden

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Chapter 17 ~ testing the deepwaters

Warning: dark

Feeling a bit dizzy from sleep and also from travelling through the floo, Hermione staggered up to her feet and looked around. Looking at the center of the floor she saw a startling green marble image of the slytherin house symbol in stark relief against a circular ebony tile background. That alone clearly suggested that this was his domain.

Nervously she looked for Severus and found him five feet away smirking down at her. Ignoring him she tried to mask her discomfort. From what she had just seen, this place looked like a museum! Casually she held out her hand in gesture for him to proceed. Severus let out a small laugh at her tiny bit of arrogance but kept any other comments to himself.

Walking down several carpeted steps he made his way through the large living area, tossing over his shoulder “Sit down.” He threw his coat on the nearest chair before disappearing through another doorway, leaving Hermione standing in the middle of a room that was bigger than the entire first floor of her house.

Looking upwards she saw that the ceiling soared to, at the very least, thirty or more feet. At the highest point it curved into an intricately painted dome. Hermione let out a small gasp of reverence at the sheer beauty of the structure. Tearing her eyes away, she wondered where she should sit. She wasn’t going to sit on the couch where he left his coat, but she didn’t want to be so far away that she looked scared. He would believe exactly that if she tried to hide herself away.

Seeing an armchair she decided that it would make a good strategical point. From that particular vantage point Hermione would be able to see Severus come in without facing him directly, therefore avoiding the appearance of being over-eager at his return. Sitting down on the overstuffed black leather she let out a pent up breath of air. Until then, there was no harm in checking out the goods...

Wide-eyed she took in everything around her. The place positively reeked of money. Lots of it. While she was not an antique expert by any means, Hermione could see that the wall tables, artwork, and occasional vase were old and expensive. The decor was a mixture of the modern and of the past.

Just like the wizard who presumably owned it.

The leather sofa and chairs were obviously new, yet the oriental rug it was arranged on seemed a bit faded and frayed. Glancing along the walls she saw several lush, green potted plants standing on ornate brass stands aligned in small groupings.

At one end of the room there was a gleaming mahogany dining table designed in what looked like a gothic fashion. The high-backed chairs were large enough that even Severus would have plenty of room, so she could only imagine how dwarfed she would appear. It looked like the tables she had seen in movies where old, rich Europeans ate---only this looked like it seated ten and not fifty. Not surprisingly it too looked incredibly expensive.

Looking at the wall across from her, she noticed that the un-lit fireplace was the largest one she had ever seen. If she wanted to she could easily stand within it and still have plenty of headroom. She could only imagine how large a fire it would be able to contain. The heat would be incredibly intense. Feeling a little chilly, Hermione figured that with all the marble in here only a bonfire would be able to keep this room warm.

Nearby she noticed that there was a deep-red, cherry finish grand piano with a large, black brocade bench. Craning her head to the side, she noticed that there were well-worn sheafs of music resting on top. Hermione got the feeling that they weren’t there just for decoration.

There is so much I don’t know about him. There is so much more to him than I ever thought. He’s not the total monster I thought he was...

Firmly Hermione gathered ahold of her thoughts. Just because he didn’t ravage her like she thought he would and just because he possibly knew how to play the piano didn’t mean that he STILL wasn’t an icky Potions master who had managed to get into her knickers!

But he’s not so icky anymore is he? a voice maddenly mocked her. Deciding she was just tired, Hermione figured that there was no use in wallowing in the confusion that Severus easily stirred up.

Absently she noticed that there were several paintings above the fireplace ranging in different sizes, with a life-size portrait in the middle. It was a rather pretty painting done in pastels of a dark-haired ballerina. Who would’ve thought Severus’ interest in art included fluffy paintings?

Her unconscious assessment went on and on. Everywhere she looked all she saw were objects of considerable cost. The prettiest little jeweled eggs were housed in large curio case next to a state of the art sound system. The past blended perfectly with the present in this room. It all looked so beautiful, so unreal. Personal yet impersonal. This room was just an extention of Severus.

How long before I am too? she sadly thought. Not liking the melancholy that stirred she straightened her back and spunkily answered herself with Yeah, right. How about never?

Her brief show of bravado was just that---brief. She felt ill at ease in the middle of all this. She never knew that Severus had access to such wealth. Or perhaps he didn’t. Maybe all this was ill-gotten Deatheater gains.

Not wanting to slobber over any more of the myriad objects anymore, Hermione began to tap her foot impatiently against the floor. Where the hell was he? Hell, if he was just going to leave her here all alone, she could have been back at home---asleep.

The minutes slowly ticked away as she waited for him to come back. Still there was no Severus in sight. Tired of just sitting there Hermione got up and curiously approached the enormous lighted wall display at the opposite end of the room. It had caught her eye as soon as she had cleared the gigantic double-doors.

Numerous weapons brightly gleamed against the black silk background. Knives, rapiers, claymores, broadswords, daggers, even a battle-ax proudly hung as deadly wall decoration. Her hand fairly itched to wield one of the beautifully crafted rapiers. While all were in excellent condition, she could tell that some of the weapons were newer than others. The majority of the instruments were just as old, if not older, than their owner.

Suddenly Severus was behind her. Laying his hands on her shoulders he murmured “Like what you see little girl?”

Hermione's heart started thudding with a potent mixture of distrust and desire. Stepping away from him she breezily answered “Got yourself a nice place here Professor. Tell me---how much stolen money does it take to live like this?”

“Stolen?” Severus derisively chuckled and noticed that for each step he took, she took a step away. Stopping in the middle of the room he watched as she moved by the piano. “You give me too much credit Miss Granger. This is all mine.” Coming towards his prized musical instrument he amusedly watched her scurry away towards the window.

“Really?” Waving her hand around her she asked “Nothing CONVIENANTLY made its’ way into your hands? C’mon Severus, you can tell me. It's not like I'm the aurors...”

Leaning his hip against the highly polished wood he swore “Not a stolen good to be found here, well maybe except for the sword second from the bottom over there, but other than that---it’s completely legit.” Severus strolled over towards Hermione only to stop when she moved to another covered window.

Tired of giving chase around the room, Severus walked away and sprawled himself on the couch. Laying one arm across the leather back, he used the other to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Hermione I don’t really care if you believe it or not. What I do care is for you to get away from that window and come over here.”

Letting go of the curtain Hermione sauntered over towards the doorway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

Looking over her shoulder she assured him with “Relax Severus, I’m just taking a look around. That is why you brought me here, right?”

Watching her with hooded eyes he lewdly replied “I can think of ten different reasons as to why you’re here Hermione. Want me to show you reason number one?”

Trailing her hand across the surface of an intricately painted vase Hermione looked over her shoulder, pointedly ignoring his question. "No really, that was the point in bringing me here wasn't it? Trying to impress me much Severus? I guess that dungeon comment kinda hurt..."

An enigmatic smile played across his lips for a split-second before disappearing. Leaning his head against the back of the couch he lamented loudly "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. Why do you have to talk so MUCH?" Looking back at her he shook his head. "Did you know that everytime I make you nervous you blab?"

"Excuse me? I don't think so. In fact I think that you're the one who's nervous right now. I mean this all fits perfectly: you have a deatheater-complex, not that I blame you by the way, and because of it you're trying to replace...no...displace the blame, that's right---the BLAME---on me."

"Hermione?"

"What?"

"You're doing it again."

"I am not!"

Not convinced at all Severus sagely nodded "Sure you're not. That's not nervousness I smell in the air, nor do I smell anxiety, nor do I smell---" Taking an appreciative sniff he closed his eyes before letting out a masculine sigh of approval. "Nor is that the smell of a girl who's wet between her curls, right now, at the thought of getting fucked by her man, is it?"

Feeling yet another infernal blush Hermione sat down on the thick plush of the stairs. What now? She DID feel a little nervous again. Hell, she got nervous as soon as they left the room! And she did not blab everytime she got nervous!! Oh my God! I'm doing it right now!she internally groaned.

Well, maybe she was a little nervous BUT not because she feared that he would try to hurt her, but because of this new intimacy. Where would they go from now? Why did he bring her here? Sighing she had so many questions and so many confusing emotions.

How did one treat a Professor who was now a lover?

Seeing Severus crook his finger and beckon her, Hermione had a feeling that she was about to find out.

Getting up on her feet she slowly made her way across the room towards him. Once she reached the couch she attempted to sit down before Severus curtly said “No.” Her eyes began to slit with anger when he reminded her “My rules, remember?”

Huffing impatiently Hermione gave a small curtsy and breathed “Oh yes, my most-magnificient-bully. How could I possibly forget?”

While her sarcasm amused him, Severus decided that he had had enough of Hermione’s impudence to last him for a month. Grabbing her by the arm he wrenched her out of the mocking curtsy, causing Hermione to fall to her knees. Bringing his face right down to hers, he growled “It seems you’ve already forgotten a lot between now and twenty minutes ago, Granger. It'll be my pleasure to remind you.”

Not giving Hermione time to respond, Severus ground his mouth against hers. His cool tongue plunged deeply past her lips, boldy seeking and taking what he wanted. The hand she put to his bare chest did not push him away, as she had originally intended, but instead moved to clutch him to her.


She felt her body become covered in goosebumps when he left her mouth and instead clamped on to her neck, biting and nipping the flesh at will. Hermione moaned with pleasure as Severus then alternated between the delicate skin of her ear and the smoothness of her shoulder.

His hand gripped the neckline of her shirt and ripped it off, leaving the bare flesh of her breasts exposed to his hungry caresses. Frightened by the barely controlled violence of his actions, Hermione let out a cry and attempted to cover herself. Without hesitation Severus encircled both of her wrists in one hand. “Mine” was all he growled before repeatedly biting the tips of Hermione’s nipples.

His rough kiss made her cry out from the pain. Immediately he gently suckled away the hurt---and made her sigh in bliss. Rapidly he alternated between both extremes, leaving her uncertain yet anxious for more. Soon her entire breast tingled in an excess of sensation, until she could longer differentiate between the sting and the searing kisses.

He felt as if he could completely devour this tempting young morsel, she was that delicious. He had played the considerate lover all night long, restraining himself unnaturally, all in an effort to burn himself into her brain and body. After just this one night, he instinctually knew that it had worked.

Now it was time for her to see another side to him.

Severus simply did not want to take the time to woo and seduce the Gryffindor. Before it was all over, he wouldn’t have to. She would crave for him, regardless of his method. He wanted her to feel his display of passion. She was ready for it and he intended on giving it to Hermione.

He was going to please this innocent girl as only he could.

Dragging her body up Severus rapidly pulled the skirt off her flushed body, leaving her clad in a pair of cotton panties. Deliberately he looked into her passion-glazed eyes before ripping off the hapless material from her. “I told you I’d rip them off” he thickly murmured before throwing her face-first against the couch.

Hermione could feel the cold leather combat against the heat of her body. Everything was happening so quickly, she barely had time to think about how wrong this might be or how high-handed Severus was acting. In a moment of honesty Hermione knew she frankly did not care. All she wanted was for this raging need within her to be quenched.

Dimly she heard the quiet hiss of a zipper being lowered before she felt his hands firmly grip her hips. Gripping the armrest of the couch Hermione knew what he was going to do. She knew that he would take her from behind for the first time. Wickedly she anticipated how it would feel.

Severus growled low in his throat at the sight of Hermione eagerly spreading her legs apart. Even in the dimness of the room he could see the abused flesh of her bottom. Mottled red bruises overlapped much deeper purple ones, presenting a perfect tapestry of his dominance. His cock jumped when he saw the large imprint of his hand on her thigh. She was so beautifully marked. For the Gryffindor princess to bear his mark of possession was a heady rush of power indeed. Too bad it wouldn’t last for long.

Oh well. There would be plenty of time for the making of new tapestries.

Reaching out he tightly gripped each cheek in his hand, delighting in the low moan of pain Hermione gave. “It hurts doesn’t it? Remember this pain Hermione, always remember who made you feel this.” Letting go of her ass, Severus moved the head of his penis against her moist female flesh.

Rubbing the salty tip against her, he could feel the shudder of pleasure she gave. Leaning over her back he whispered hotly in her ear “Now I want you to remember this darling.” Suddenly he drew back and impaled her with one thrust. Hermione let out a shriek and dug her fingers into the armrest. Her insides burned with the invasion and her bottom protested at the feeling of his hips resting against her bruised flesh.

Not giving her time to adjust, Severus began a pounding rhythm that was punishing to the extreme. He did not allow Hermione’s arousal to dim, despite the dueling agony of being bruised inside and out. Knowing the power of the spoken word, he darkly whispered seductions that made Hermione’s breath hitch. Not yet satisfied, he leaned over and ravenously kissed the damp flesh of her slender back while wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

Hermione rested her head against the couch, her eyes tightly clenched. Her body shook from the sheer force of Severus’ thrusts. The pain was almost overwhelming, but the knowledge of knowing that it was HIM within her body saved her from feeling violated. Instead she almost felt liberated; he was taking the choice away from her---and giving her what she secretly wanted.

Didn’t she sometimes wonder what it would be like to be fucked like this? To be fucked by HIM? To be helpless under his onslaught? Hadn’t she ALWAYS been curious about this wizard? All those hours of discreetly reading about Severus’ past as a Deatheater, reading about Severus’ ruthlessness, wasn’t it always for just this one moment?

The soft feel of the leather beneath and behind teased and caressed her trembling body. It was so deliciously erotic to know that while she was completely naked, he was fully clothed. She could only imagine the picture they presented: two creatures unrepentingly fucking. When Severus’ hand found her clit, Hermione whimpered in her throat. It felt so incredibly good.

The ceaseless thrusts of his hard flesh combined with the demanding caress of his hand to form a growing knot of tension within. Hermione’s body soon began to moving in an effort to meet his thrusts. Severus’ deep purr rumbled in his throat, making her fling back her head with arousal.

Soon she became increasingly vocal with her pleasure, her cries echoing throughout the cavernous room. “Yes...yes...yes...” she helplessly panted. Everything tightened within, until it seemed as if her heart almost stopped, before Hermione let out a scream of ecstasy. Endlessly she clenched and pulsed from her orgasm, even as his pace doubled in speed, causing her tender flesh to burn.

Severus’ eyes glinted dangerously in the dim room, while he rode the girl beneath him. His shaft hardened even further, his balls tightened in preparation of release, and the scent of Hermione’s pleasure beckoned him. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head back before biting her on the side of her neck.

The piercing pain shot through Hermione’s body, combining with the after-shocks of her orgasm. Her legs trembled as she felt him suck and nip the tender spot sending shivers of pain and pleasure up her spine. “Stop... please…” she protested while attempting to move away from Severus.

Just when she thought she had reached the peak of sensations and beyond them, Hermione felt him slide out of her body and release his hungry hold. Bonelessly she sank to the couch, her breath exiting as shallow pants. Slowly her hand came up to the side of her neck. Touching the wound with the tips of her finger, she dazedly looked the stained digits, before letting her eyes drift shut.

Her arm dropped to dangle off the couch, her relaxed hand barely grazing the surface of the cold marble. She could feel the sticky semen flow from between her legs while she lay on her belly. Wouldn’t she end up ruining his couch? Maybe he didn’t care. Why should he? After all, the couch would not last forever...

...only Severus would.

Hermione could not focus on any other rational thought; staying awake for this long seemed a monumental task in itself. “I am not loosing it, am I?” was the last thing she said as she slipped away to unconsciousness.

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