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

Chapter 18 ~ The Punishing of Hermione Granger

Severus released Hermione’s arm and began to fondle her breasts while keeping his other arm wrapped around her throat and rubbing his cock against her ass. Hermione couldn’t help but moan as Severus’ pale hand caressed and tweaked her breasts. Then his hand smoothed over her belly, his long, sure fingers combing through her pubic hair.

“Open your legs,” the Potions Master breathed, tightening his hold on her throat for a moment.

Hermione lifted one of her legs and Severus began to pet her pussy gently, Hermione’s pelvis beginning to roll as he stroked her.

“You really believe I would prefer another witch’s pussy over yours, Hermione?” he asked her softly, sliding two fingers between her labia, causing the witch to hitch and gasp as he rubbed her clit. “You have such exquisite pussy. Soft, tight…always wet for me. And I know it’s only for me. Isn’t it only for me, witch?”

“Yessssss,” Hermione hissed as Severus began to work his fingers faster.

“And I treat it right, don’t I?” he asked her, catching her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it gently.

“Gahhh…yes…yes, Severus!” Hermione gasped as he let her clit snap back and began rubbing her softness again, his fingers coated with wetness.

“You want me to pound it, don’t you Hermione…to beat it into submission…to fuck you into conniptions…don’t you?” Tell me,” he crooned, sliding his cock between her cheeks sensually.

“Yes, Severus,” Hermione groaned, her hips whirling now under his touch, desire rippling up and down her body in great waves. “Yes to everything. Everything.”

“You’re a bad witch, aren’t you?” the wizard asked her, working himself up to a slow burn as Hermione told him what he wanted to hear.

“A very bad witch, Severus. So bad,” Hermione replied, rocking against him now, her juices flowing. Severus stopped fingering the witch and brought his near dripping fingers to his mouth, tasting her.

“A very wet witch, too,” he purred, sucking his fingers one after the other.

The wizard released his arm hold on Hermione’s throat and roughly turned the witch to her back, climbing on top of her then in one smooth motion, sliding his body down the bed so his head was between her thighs. Severus put Hermione’s legs over his shoulders, wrapped his arms around her thighs and dove into her core with gusto, giving her clit long, hard licks that made Hermione squeal and wriggle about frantically.

“Severus!” she screamed as the wizard put it to her, shoving his long tongue deep inside her and twisting it about, flicking the tip of it against her soft inner skin.

“Arrrrrrgh!” Hermione cried out, reaching down and pulling the wizard’s hair. This only made Severus stop long enough to use his teeth, and Hermione let out a “whoop!” as he nibbled on her unmercifully.

The witch buckled as Severus licked, sucked, nibbled and lightly bit her, his face soaked by her juices as her body responded. The wizard stopped to lick her inner thighs before diving back in, using his nose this time, working his head back and forth, up and down, Hermione squealing like a niffler. She was perspiring now, her body covered in a light sheen of moisture as she strained to get away from the wizard. Severus was driving her crazy. She loved oral sex, but the Potions Master was normally not this ardent. He was trying to make her explode.

“Severus…please!” Hermione cried out, but the wizard acted as if he didn’t hear her and returned to his torment of her pussy, running his lips over her most sensitive parts.

Hermione felt her body coil inwardly like a tightening spring, a great pressure building beneath her navel. Severus felt her getting ready to pitch over and pulled away, looking up at the witch who screamed at him.

“What are you doing? Get back down there!” Hermione shrieked.

Severus gave a nasty little laugh and slid off her, pulling himself back up the bed and turning on his side to observe her writhing body as Hermione fired off a stream of muggle curses at him, reaching between her own legs to give herself release.

Severus frowned and caught her hand.

“Oh no you don’t witch. Squirm,” he breathed at her, his dark eyes glinting vengefully.

“You…you son-of-a-bitch!” Hermione cursed at him, trying to get her hand free. Severus grabbed the other one and let her struggle, smirking.

Like Fenrir, he appreciated a woman who fought back. Hermione had a pretty horrible temper…letting her anger build and build until she finally blew up. Severus liked to pick at her sometimes, telling her things like “This steak is tough as dragon hide” and asking if her biscuits were made from a rock cake recipe, or if she had ever heard of salt.

On these occasions, Hermione often threw things at him, the wizard ducking and running for cover, Hermione chasing him through the house. She had pretty good aim too. Of course, whenever she managed to connect with a vase, plate, coffee cup or whatever else was handy…Severus always got her back. And these little bouts of violence usually ended in the bedroom.

After about five minutes of struggle, Hermione exhausted herself and fell back, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Severus smirked down at her, still holding on to her wrists.

“Tired?” he asked her.

Hermione simply scowled at him, not answering.

Severus arched an eyebrow at the non-communicative witch and said, “I see that verbal communication isn’t working on you, so…”

Suddenly Severus dropped on her, fitting his body between her thighs, still holding on to her wrists.

“I think non-verbal communication is in order,” he purred, releasing on of her wrists and positioning his swollen cock at her entrance. He then grasped her wrist again and thrust forward, entering her hard.

Hermione gasped and tried to arch up but Severus was on her dead weight.

“Just a gasp? That will never do, Hermione,” he breathed down at her, pulling back and ramming his cock into her deeper, using his toes to force his body upward. He slammed into her cervix and this time, Hermione let out a cry, the wizard staring down at her.

“Much better,” he purred.

Gods, Hermione felt good. But then again, she always did.

Severus began to fuck Hermione brutally, his body jerking hers as he continued to push off his toes as he penetrated her, his thick cock driving through her flesh powerfully, Hermione crying out from pain/pleasure as he fucked her.

“Yes, sing for me witch,” the wizard panted, “You have such a pretty voice, Hermione…it goes straight to my loins, but tonight…it’s not nearly loud enough for my taste…”

Severus stopped his assault on Hermione long enough to force his arms under her legs and draw them up…this was one of his favorite domination positions. The witch was pinned with her thighs cocked wide and when Severus rose up on his hands, he could watch his cock’s penetration, her jerking body and her contorting face as he took her. Plus he could delve deep inside Hermione, feeling as if he were going to burst out of the small of her back.

Hermione gasped helplessly as Severus changed his position, her eyes wet, her body turning in on itself. Damn, he was so strong. The wizard raised himself up on his hands, his eyes predatory as he looked down on her, hesitating for effect.

“Now SING!” he roared, plunging down into Hermione, the little witch shrieking as he hit bottom over and over, driving down into her softness, his mouth slack with pleasure and eyes narrowed. Hermione’s body was springing up into his stroke, he drove her so deep into the mattress.

“You will never enter my mind again uninvited Hermione,” the wizard snarled, “You will never steal information in this manner again. You understand me witch?”

”YES! YES!” Hermione cried back at him, her voice stuttered because of the force of her body being bounced like a rubber ball.

Perspiration poured off the Potions Master as he threw himself into fucking Hermione into conniptions, his sweat dripping down on her body as his pelvis slapped loudly between her thighs rapidly, his face in a grimace of lust as he possessed her.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and slid to the side.

“Get on your hands and knees, witch,” he commanded.

Dazed from the wizard’s ardor, Hermione slowly rolled to her stomach.

“Faster!” Severus hissed, moving behind her.

Hermione rose to her hands and knees, then shrieked as Severus hit her hard with all ten inches, then stopped. Carefully he placed his feet on the bed, his bent legs on either side of the witch’s body and leaned forward on his hands so he was crouched over her. Then he drove into her again, crunching his body to get the most power…Hermione once again shrieking as he pistoned into her.

“Yes…yes…yes…” Severus groaned as he whirled his pelvis, winding his cock inside her like a corkscrew, Hermione gasping as he stretched her pussy with his rotating girth.

Then the wizard snaked his arms under hers and locked his hands over the back of her neck in a loose full-nelson. Clasping her tightly, he began fucking her again, the witch totally in his power as she cried out, the wizard plunging inside her as deep as he could go. The friction of his huge cock was starting to burn Hermione as he tore into her heat.

“You feel me, witch?” he gasped at her and in answer, Hermione came, her release pouring over the wizard’s iron-hard organ in one boiling gush. Severus hissed as her pussy clenched and pulsated around him, but he didn’t let up…her juices squelching loudly as he continued fucking her through her climax.

Hermione’s shrieks had become whimpers now, and still Severus rode her hard, determined that the witch wouldn’t be able to move when he was done with her. Yes, he was being harsh, but the act she committed warranted it. Besides, when he was done with her…the guilt she felt would be absolved. As cerebral as Hermione was, a part of her was definitely keyed to the physical when it came to Severus…and as hard as her lover was being on her…she needed this. She needed to feel his anger…take it into herself and swallow it down. Hermione needed to feel a part of him even in this. She needed to feel she had given everything she could to deserve his forgiveness. Only then could she release the guilt inside her.

Severus’ body was beginning to protest now, his muscles aching as he remained curled around the witch. He fell to the side with her, continuing his assault from a more comfortable position, his arms still locked around her neck as he strained into her, seeking one more release before he let go.

Hermione’s inner thighs were bruised and her buttocks red and aching as Severus continued to slap against her, spanking her ass with his body as he drew into the stretch. Even her whimpers had died to gasps now as he drove so deep she felt the wizard was actually in her belly. And she burned. Her next climax felt as if boiling lava had burst from within her, scorching as it flowed.

Severus groaned and began to slow now, his strokes becoming less brutal as he kissed her neck and shoulders. Hermione knew this meant that he was sated as far as punishing her went and was working on his own release.

“It’s almost over now,” he whispered to her as his strokes eased into gentleness, the wizard slipping his arms from around her throat and sliding down to embrace her body. He held her close as he felt the delicious pressure build inside him heralding impending release and listened to Hermione gasping softly as he eased in and out of her body.

As the Potions Master approached climax, he sped up, but didn’t drive into the witch roughly. The time for roughness was over. Severus came, grunting softly and pulling Hermione back against him, gently burying his cock deep inside her and holding it there, reveling in her inner embrace. When he finished pulsing, the wizard sighed with satisfaction. His black hair was plastered to his head as if he had plunged it under a shower, and his muscles ached. Hermione’s bedroom was filled with the scent of sex and perspiration.

Punishment was a hard business.

Hermione lay in the wizard’s arms, shuddering slightly. She was quiet. She usually was after bouts of sex this powerful. Severus rested his cheek against hers and closed his eyes. He felt vindicated. Hermione drew in a deep breath, and he tightened his arms around her.

“Have you survived me witch, or was that your dying breath?” he asked her softly.

Hermione’s body ached inside and out.

“I survived…but I hurt, Severus,” she whispered back.

“Punishment is supposed to hurt,” he responded, kissing her temple. “But forgiveness, and five bottles of purple potion is a balm, witch.”

Severus released Hermione and rolled her on to her back, the witch hissing at the sudden movement. Severus’ black eyes swept down her body. Hermione lay with her legs slightly parted and he could see the bruising on her thighs from his slapping against them. His own loins were quite red as well, but he could take the pain. It was nothing like Hermione’s ache.

“You have to sit up,” he said to Hermione and helped her, the witch grimacing and letting out a little cry as she adjusted. Severus picked up a bottle of pain potion off the night stand and presented it to her. Hermione looked up at him.

Severus didn’t look particularly sympathetic, but he wasn’t gloating either. He just looked at her soberly. No, he wouldn’t feel any remorse. He was a Slytherin, and Slytherins believed that if you were stupid enough to be caught in the wrong, then you deserved the punishment you received. The most important aspect of committing a wrong act for your own benefit was to get away with it. Hermione failed to do that. As far as Severus was concerned, she was very aware that she’d be punished for it if it were found out. And it was. And she was. End of story.

But one good thing about the Potions Master was that once someone was punished…nothing more was ever said about the incident itself. There might be other repercussions and details to take care of, but the matter itself was closed. He never used it against the person, be it student or associate. He wouldn’t take Hermione to task about her intrusion of his mind again.

He passed her the rest of the potions, taking each empty bottle back from her and setting them back on the nightstand. He looked down and saw the bruising between her thighs fading.

Finishing the last bottle, Hermione let out a sigh of relief and looked at Severus.

“I’m so sorry, Severus,” she began, but he shushed her.

“You’ve shown me that, Hermione. We don’t need to speak of it again,” he said softly, “but there is another matter. Now that you know what you do…you must join the Order.”

“Join the Order? But I wanted to finish my studies first, Severus,” she said to the wizard, who shook his head.

“I’m afraid the knowledge you have about Bellatrix LeStrange and Voldemort’s son makes it imperative, Hermione. Those in the Order take an oath of secrecy to keep all knowledge within the ranks until such time as it can be revealed to the public,” Severus said.

“Why can’t I just take an oath for you not to reveal what I know, Severus?” Hermione asked.

“Because more than likely Albus will want to talk to you. If you are under an oath to me, you won’t be able to do that,” he said.

“Then I could take an oath to only talk to you and Albus, Severus. I really don’t want to join the Order yet,” she said.

Again, the wizard shook his head.

“Another Order member may need to speak with you as well, Hermione. Communication is important. You can’t cut yourself off that way…besides…you may be helpful. Your brilliant mind needs to be accessible to the Order as a whole. I’m afraid when you looked into my mind, you indoctrinated yourself into the ranks. There is nothing else for it,” Severus said.

Hermione pouted. She hadn’t thought about the repercussions beyond Severus’ anger. Both Harry and Ron had joined the Order immediately after graduation, but she held off…wanting to devote herself to further study first. The Order had mandatory meetings twice a month, and members were required to perform services on a rotating schedule. It could be anything from guard duty to spying. Hermione felt that since Voldemort was dead and there were no pressing matters endangering the wizarding world, she could focus on her own goals without seeming selfish. But now she knew there was a danger. A very great danger.

Hermione let out a sigh.

“Very well, Severus,” she said, shifting down in the bed and resting her head on the pillow. “I’ll join.”

Severus nodded, then picked up his wand off the nightstand and scourgified her, the bed and himself, then put it back. He too lay down and turned toward Hermione, his black eyes searching her face as she looked at him.

“Being brilliant has its price, doesn’t it witch?” he asked her.

“Yes…yes it does,” she replied.

Severus slid an arm under Hermione's shoulders and pulled the witch against him, kissing her lips softly then letting his head fall back to the pillow. He was exhausted and closed his eyes.

“You’ll find in this life,” he said to Hermione sleepily, “Everything has its price.”

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A/N: Whew. I’m fried, ya’ll. Thanks for reading.