Room of Requirement

“Hermione!” Severus bounded through the doorway, sounding both alarmed and relieved. “It’s freezing up here, love, why on Earth are you not at lunch with everyone else in the castle?” He walked over to her, and transfigured his cloak into a furry blanket, covering her.

“Is something wrong?” He stroked her hair and she lay in his lap, just taking comfort in his presence. She inhaled the scent of his clothes, stroking his thigh and feeling him stiffen in response. If anything could brighten her mood, a naughty bit of nookie with her dark and handsome Professor would probably be the thing. She kneeled down in front of the bench where he sat and unzipped his pants. Before he could really comprehend the situation, she was upon him, licking and kissing him in the most unimaginably torturous way. He moaned as she tormented him, nibbling and sucking before rapidly making him disappear down her throat.

She looked up innocently. “Severus?” she intoned, in her most swotty, teacher’s pet voice, “can you be rough with me? I want you to be mean.” He had been a Death Eater and a spy, and taking a woman roughly was something that, shamefully, he had some modicum of experience in. If his young wife wanted a bit of roughness, he knew exactly how to indulge her.

“You like it rough, do you?” he smiled at her wickedly as she moved closer to him. “You randy little bitch, you,” he whispered huskily, and she immediately began to get warm in host ost sensitive spot. Without warning, he forcefully grabbed a handful of her thick curls and twisted. She whimpered, half in surprise and half in delight, and he sneered at her. “Get up against the wall so I can fuck you!”

She obliged, feeling a rush of excitement traveling up and down her core. His pants still undone, his erection was fully exposed and throbbing. The sight of it made her feel weak. He roughly nudged her legs apart, and whisked her panties off with one hand, lifting her onto his rigid length. He slipped into her easily, and he released her hair and began to dig his nails into her bare ass, drawing blood, as he roughly shoved her up against the wall.

She fought back just as hard, willing him to penetrate her further. She needed this, this release, this intense coupling to illustrate the strength of their feelings. “Oh, Severus, harder, harder!” She whined, yanking at his silky hair with both hands.

“Bend over the railing!” he ordered, and she obliged. “Lift up your skirt and show me your tight little arse,” she did as he said, and he immediately entered her from behind, attaining a new level of closeness. He reached around, below the considerable swell of her tummy, and roughly began to stimulate her. The intensity and his roughness caused her to come immediately, and he didn’t relent. She tightened twice over him, coming fiercely, before he came with her a third time, and collapsed. He drew her into his lap, cradling her, and kissed her lovingly on the forehead.

“Did you like that?” he whisper
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“Yes...” she answered, breathily, closing her eyes and relaxing into his embrace.

“I love you... you dirty little bitch...” he chuckled, tracing his finger up and down the side of her cheek.

“I love you too, you sick bastard.” Their romantic exhange was interrupted, however, by the sound of a loud scuffle from the stairway, muffled shouting, and banging.

“You stay here. I’ll go see what happened.” Hermione was blushing, she knew whomever was involved in that crash had seen at least something. The shouting intensified, and Hermione’s curiosity got the better of her.

At the foot of the stairs stood a disheveled Severus, becoming more livid by the minute. One side of his shirt was untucked, the button to his pants undone. On one side of him were Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, looking slightly terrified. Ginny and Harry stood on the other side. Harry took the opportunity of Hermione’s interruption and attacked Draco with gusto. This was, in part, owing to the fact that he could probably kick Draco into next week and Snape would most likely look the other way- he was, after all, protecting Hermione’s honor. Ginny followed suit and began to thump Pansy about the head with a badly transfigurextboxtbook. It was meant to be a frying pan, Hermione supposed, as it was handled and shaped like one, but it was also blue and fluttered open as it was swung.

Shouting ensued from every direction. “Silence. Silence. Silence!” Severus shouted above the commotion and it stopped. “What happened, Miss Weasley?” Ginny began to explain. Harry and Ginny had gone searching for Hermione, they worried about her- she hadn’t been herself lately. As they ascended the stairs, they heard muffled giggling and snickering, and had come upon Pansy and Draco.

Pansy immediately began to taunt Ginny and Harry about “that mudblood slut” and they’d responded aptly.

“Hermione, please go back to our chambers, I’ll be there shortly.” Hermione bristled. It almost sounded as if he’d sent her to her room. She soundlessly indicated thanks to Ginny and Harry, who looked as if Christmas had come early at the poslitylity that they’d get away with attacking Draco and Pansy. She walked back, reeling in abject horror thasmalsmall army witnessed her most intimate momenith ith Severus. Her only consolation was that it couldn’t possibly get worse.