Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 18 ~ Reaction

Hermione listened carefully for a roar from the Professor. She heard nothing. Probably he was already indulging himself with the pretty red-haired witch. Ginny could be quite alluring, and by the way the wizard had been hitting on her, it was clear to see he was randy.

Hermione sighed. Well, that took care of the Professor. Ginny should be able to keep his mind and other parts of him focused enough to slow the turning. She began to undress. A shower would be nice after the long run.

Naked, Hermione walked into the bathroom, over to the shower and turned the spigots on, mixing the water until it was just this side of warm. She stepped into the stream, picking up her washcloth and soap. She started washing. As she did, her mind turned to Severus and Ginny, and what they must be doing. She felt herself heating up at the thought of the Potions Master taking the witch, and felt an ache between her own legs as she imagined him stroking his huge cock into Ginny.

Hermione let out a little groan as she pictured his dark, intense eyes and relived his passionate responses to her when she examined him, holding his hot, hard tool in her hands and caressing it as he arched and groaned with pleasure.

Without really knowing what she was doing, Hermione lay back against the shower wall and lowered her hand to touch her core. She hissed, but it seemed to ease the ache. Her nipples hardened, and she touched herself a bit more, sliding her fingers through her own heat. Gods that felt better. She began to rub at her pussy awkwardly…this was the first time she ever masturbated in her life, but she soon found a rhythm that felt good. Her breasts were tingling, so she brought her hand up, rubbing it over her nipples. That felt good too. She let her head fall back and began to pleasure herself, thinking of the Potions Master's body against hers. The witch began to gasp and to moan, as a sweetness started to grow inside her and she writhed against the tiled wall.

Suddenly the witch had a feeling she wasn't alone, and opened her eyes to meet a pair of black ones looking at her hotly.

It was Severus, still in his running clothes, looking at her, his head inserted through the partially opened glass door. His hair was wet from the stream.

"Thinking about what I might have been doing to Miss Weasley, Dr. Granger?" he asked her, his normally silky voice sounding a bit raw.

Hermione was frozen, one hand still between her thighs, the other on her breast as she stared at the wizard, unable to speak both from embarrassment and from lust.

"Don't stop on my account, doctor. It was beautiful to see," he purred, sliding the door open wider, "though I could tell this is probably your first time masturbating."

Hermione realized she was still touching herself, and quickly grabbed the towel from the top of the shower door and draped it over her body.

Fully dressed, Severus stepped into the shower and advanced on the witch, the water pouring over his head and clothing. His sweatpants clung to his body, revealing he was fully erect. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Get out, Professor!" she said desperately as the wizard moved toward her, unconcerned about the water streaming down his face.

"I don't really think you want that, doctor," he said, drawing close to her and staring down. "But don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you. You aren't ready for that yet."

He placed his hands on the tile around her, trapping the witch between his arms.

"But I'm going to give you what you were writhing up against this wall for," he breathed, lowering his head and pressing his lips to hers. One of Hermione's hands came up and pressed against his chest as if trying to push him back, the other holding the wet towel to her body, her shoving growing weaker as the sweet fire of his kiss poured over her like honey and she sighed against his sensuously moving mouth.

Hermione felt the towel gently pulled away from her body, and a warm hand on her throat, sliding over her shoulder, and against the curve of her breast. The witch shuddered as the wizard ran his hand over her hip. It felt as if he were tracing a path of fire on her flesh. His hand smoothed across her belly, then down to gently comb through her pubic hair.

Hermione stiffened and suddenly the Professor pressed his hard body against hers, crushing her to the wall, fabric against skin.

"Hold still, doctor," he hissed. "You want this."

Severus suddenly shoved his tongue into Hermione's mouth hungrily, shocking the witch so she bit down on his tongue. Severus jerked his head away from her and hissed as he tasted blood. Then his eyes seemed to grow hotter.

"You bit me. I need to return the favor," he said, lowering his head to her throat, and his hand to her core as the witch struggled against him, squealing as his fingers slid between her labia and started to rub expertly.

Hermione's eyes widened as she buckled with pleasure, her mouth going slack as she tried to get away from him because what he was doing was simply too much stimulation. He was sucking on her throat as he fingered her, then slid down to her shoulder.

The Potions Master deftly slid one finger to her opening and felt the thin stretch of flesh covering it. Yes, she was a virgin in every sense of the word. He fingered her hymen a bit more and discovered it was slightly torn, probably from some activity she had engaged in. He pressed Hermione's clit with his thumb and inserted his fingertip inside the witch. He didn't dare go further or he would rip her maidenhead completely. He wanted to do that with his cock.

Hermione shrieked when he mashed her clit, and felt his slight penetration, as the rest of his fingers continued to rub at her, sending thrills through her body. She felt a knot growing in her belly as the Potions Master ran his mouth back and forth over her neck and shoulders, listening to her moans, and thinking how much more she would moan when he fucked her. His fingers began moving faster and he pressed his swollen cock against her. He pulled his mouth from the writhing, sighing witch's shoulder and pressed his lips against her ear.

"You see, Dr. Granger? What pleasure I can give you? And this is nothing, witch. Nothing compared to what I can do. You needn't be afraid of me…if I hurt you, you will want it…it isn't a bad hurt…it is an ache for an ache. Your ache," he whispered, bringing the witch closer to release. She was crying out now, unable to think or reason, just feeling him and listening to him as he took her someplace she'd never been.

"I can make you feel whole, Hermione," he whispered, using her given name for the first time, and that was it for the witch, she writhed, and stiffened, the Potions Master locking his teeth to her shoulder and biting her as she came with a scream, tasting the salted sweetness of her blood, sucking the small wound gently as she shuddered and whimpered against him.

He drew back and looked at her. Her eyes were tightly closed as she gave herself over.

"Sweet, isn't it, doctor?" he whispered, kissing her mouth again.

Hermione could taste her blood on his lips, slightly salty, metallic. She felt the wizard shudder against her suddenly, then press his cock into her belly hard. It throbbed against her, the length of it bouncing and jerking as the wizard groaned, then cursed the both of them.

The soaked Potions Master stepped back from her, and Hermione's eyes flew open at the loss of contact. She looked up at the wizard with hot eyes and saw Severus' face was contorted. It almost looked as if he were in pain.

"I should've taken you tonight for putting Miss Weasley in my bed," he hissed at her angrily, baring his perfect white teeth. "Fucked you mercilessly against this shower wall. I want no substitutes for you, witch. Do that again and I guarantee you will get something you're not yet ready for."

The next moment she was alone.

Hermione stood there panting as her back rested against the shower wall, unable to believe what just happened.

But the fact was, it had happened.

And she had liked it.

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Severus had told Ginny to leave, and although he appreciated her offer, he didn't want to be involved with her. He already had someone in mind.

Ginny left wordlessly, very disappointed. But she made no attempt to dissuade him. She dressed and left quietly and with as much dignity as she could muster.

Alan watched as the dejected witch walked through the infirmary, her head hanging.

He tsked.

"Poor baby. No vampirish nookie tonight, my dear," he said to himself, adjusting his glasses and smiling after her.

Adam had seen Ginny enter the infirmary after Severus and Hermione left for their run, dressed in a nightgown and a house robe. By the confident way she walked to the rooms, the medi-witch could tell she was supposed to be there. A little kitty for the Professor. He had shaken his head. The Professor wouldn't want that. He wanted to be first in line with Dr. Granger. He would probably be furious with the doctor.

Gods, Adam wished he could be in those rooms with them, just to see what happened.

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After Ginny left, a very angry Potions Master banged on Hermione's door. She didn't answer. He listened and could barely hear the shower running. He pulled out his wand and began working on the witch's wards, which weren't very strong. It only took him a couple of minutes to lower them and unlock the door with an "Alohamora".

He stalked into the bedroom and stood there a moment, listening to the water running. Initially it was his intention on just dressing the witch down for now. But then he heard a small groan from the bathroom, barely audible beneath the stream of running water. An ordinary wizard wouldn't have heard it…but as Hermione knew, he had very, very good hearing.

Slowly he walked to the bathroom door. He heard gasping now. He stuck his head around the door and saw the outline of the witch…but she wasn't under the shower, she was up against the wall, and the sounds she was making were definitely sexual. He went on point immediately and crept over to the shower slowly, not wanting her to see his motions through the translucent glass. She didn't see him. Her eyes must have been closed.

Slowly he slid the shower door open and inserted his head to see the witch playing with herself and rubbing her breasts. She wasn't very artful, but she seemed determined. She looked delicious, and her body was…gods…her body was made for a wizard's enjoyment. She had large breasts, very shapely hips and thighs and by Merlin her pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a heart. A heart?

She might have been repressed, but something was slipping out for her to trim her hair that way.

When Hermione's eyes opened and looked at him…he couldn't help entering the shower with her. She was lucky he was fully dressed. If he had been in his boxers, the blood of her maidenhead would be swirling down the drain at this very moment.

Now the Professor stood in the middle of his bedroom, his boxers filled with come. He hadn't ejaculated on himself since he was a student. Scowling furiously, he divestoed all his clothes and scourgified himself. He should have fucked her. She was naked, randy, and would have let him do anything he wanted once he started touching her. Why was he being so damn considerate?

Maybe because she wanted to help him. More than likely because he liked it better this way, step by step.

The Potions Master fell into his bed. He wouldn't shower tonight. If he went back into the witch's room, he knew he wouldn't come out until morning. He licked his lips. There was still a smidgeon of blood on them. Severus savored her taste.

Gods, she had been sweet.

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A/N: Ooh. Medium lemon there. Severus in the shower fully dressed. Man oh man. Hermione got another lesson. Her first kiss, then her first male-inspired orgasm ala hand job. Lol. Busy day for the witch. Severus isn't wasting time. Full contact can't be far away now. Please review.