It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 19 ~ The First Memory

Hermione’s stomach felt as if it were turning inside out as she entered Severus’ bedroom. The wizard turned her toward him, his face sober as he looked down at the witch, his black eyes focusing on her mouth for a moment. He brought one pale hand to her cheek and caressed it gently.

“You’re sure about this, Hermione?” he asked her once more, though the gods knew he didn’t want her to back out now. He was so ready for the witch.

Hermione looked up at him.

“Yes, I’m ready…and I think this should be a memory for Voldemort. My first time performing fellatio. It should be popcorn worthy,” Hermione said, trying to sound light-hearted though she was a bit afraid now. What if she wasn’t good?

Severus studied her.

“If we make this a memory, Hermione…” he began.

“I know,” she said softly, “I know how you’ll have to act, Severus. But at least you could let me start the way I want, couldn’t you? You could block that part out with Occlumency so Voldemort won’t see.”

The wizard met her eyes. No one had ever looked at him…with such desire…such trust.

”Yes, Hermione…I can do that,” he said, a slight hitch in his silken voice as the witch reached up and pulled him down into a soft, sweet kiss.

“Put your arms around me,” the witch said against his mouth, “I need to feel how you really feel about me, Severus…before we do this.”

Severus did as the witch asked, holding her close as they kissed deeply, feeling Hermione heating up in his arms, and an answering desire running the length and breadth of his body as he lost himself in the witch.

She kissed him hungrily, her passion like an all consuming fire washing over him, her need igniting the wizard as if he were made of dried kindling. As their tongues battled, he felt the witch pull back from his body slightly, her arms slip from around his neck and her hands reach between them, unfastening the top button of his robes. They continued kissing as Hermione unfastened his garments, panting into his mouth as her hands moved lower. He felt her part the heavy fabric, then her hands returned to his throat again

Hermione pulled away from his mouth, her eyes focused on his white shirt as she opened it, revealing the pale, muscled torso beneath. She stared at his alabaster flesh as she tugged his shirt out of his black trousers, Severus watching her, unmoving, his hands on her small waist, his eyes like smoldering charcoal. He hissed when she slid her hands around his waist, pressed her lips to his chest and began to kiss it almost reverently, sighing as she did so. Severus began to caress Hermione’s hair gently, slipping his fingers into the curls, massaging her scalp as his other hand caressed her back. The wizard closed his eyes in pleasure as her mouth moved over his skin, soft, warm and promising, her lips pulling at his nipples, then hesitating before she drew one, then the other into her mouth, the wizard hissing as she did so.

“Yes, Hermione,” he sighed, urging the witch on as she moved lower, her hands exploring his back, her mouth moving over his belly, licking and sucking at him. Dear gods the witch was going to make him explode before she got to her destination.

He felt her hands slide to his sides as she lowered herself to the floor, her gaudy Christmas skirt fanned around her. He looked down at the witch, who was staring at the huge bulge in his trousers, then she looked up at him…hunger in her eyes.

“Do it,” Severus breathed down at her, feeling as if he couldn’t think, couldn’t draw another breath if the witch didn’t act soon, “Open my trousers, witch. I feel as if I’m going to explode.”

Hermione slowly lowered her eyes again and fumbled a bit with his silver Slytherin buckle before opening it, letting it fall and dangle, her eyes resting on the coiled serpent for a moment before bringing her hands to the single button of his trousers. She grasped the black button between thumb and forefinger and after several tries pushed it through the buttonhole. Severus groaned as she tugged at the zipper, jerking him slightly before drawing it down. His boxers ballooned through the opening.

Hermione hesitated.

“Keep going,” Severus hissed at her, his eyes glazed with desire now, his nostrils flared, “You’re almost there…almost at the prize.”

The wizard pushed his hips forward slightly as urgency took him over. His hand began to tighten in Hermione’s hair. Severus was moving into the zone now. “Keep going,” he growled.

Hermione felt his hold on her hair tighten, and a small gush poured out of her as he demanded she continue.

“Gods,” she breathed, shuddering as she grasped the legs of his trousers and pulled downward, the fabric sliding down around his thighs, his boxers ballooning even larger.

Severus was trembling himself now, his need taking over. He was impatient. He wanted to feel Hermione’s mouth on him, wanted to feel her heat and wetness encircle his aching organ, bringing him relief.

“My boxers. Down. Now,” he managed to get out, jerking her head slightly to make her comply. Hermione creamed herself and hooked her hands into the elastic waistband and did as he asked.

His thick pale tool sprang out, hitting her in the chin, the wizard letting out a groan as his swollen cock rested against her face for a moment, the head leaking profusely. Hermione moved back slightly, her eyes hot as she looked at his organ before grasping it in both hands and flicking her tongue over the tip, tasting his pre-cum. She paused as she absorbed his slightly salty, bitter yet clean flavor. Severus groaned again as her hot hands grasped his cock and her tongue licked the sensitive head.

“Kiss it,” he breathed.

Hermione looked up at him and kissed the tip of his cock, just like in the image she showed him during the attempted Occlumency lessons. Severus shuddered.

“All over…kiss it all over witch,” he instructed hoarsely, again jerking her head slightly. “Kiss it, lick it. Make me feel good.”

Hermione began to kiss and lick his cock, feeling its strength and heat under her lips as she moved from tip to stem and back again, Severus moaning with pleasure and guiding her lightly.

“My balls…lick them too,” he breathed, pulling her downward and throwing his head back as her tongue rolled over them. Then the witch sucked them into her mouth.

“Gahhh!” the wizard gurgled in shock and pleasure as he filled her mouth. “Yes. Yes. You naughty little witch. Mmmm.”

Hermione rolled the little stones around in her mouth gently. That had to feel good to him, the way he was groaning and pressing his loins against her face. She thought she felt a little pulse from them as she suckled them. The wizard began to gasp.

“Stop!” he hissed, yanking Hermione’s head back by the hair and pulling his balls out of her mouth with a pop.

The witch was panting prettily, flushed and excited by Severus’ reactions to her. It was as if he couldn’t help anything he was saying or doing. All his discipline was gone. And she had taken it.

Severus looked down at her, his eyes full of lust and hunger.

“Now it’s time for the main event, Hermione. I expect you to become proficient at this,” he purred, pulling her back farther then reaching down and grasping his cock, pressing the head of it against her soft lips with a groan.

“Open up and let me into that hot, sweet, virgin mouth,” he breathed.

Hermione obediently opened her mouth and felt his hardness fill it, the soft skin behind the thick head sliding back as her lips closed on his shaft.

“Aahhhh,” Severus groaned. “Now suck on it, Hermione. Move your head back and forth. Yessss, just like that witch. Oh….yes. Yes.”

Severus closed his eyes and again threw his head back as Hermione’s hot, wet mouth began to move back and forth over his cock, her tongue whirling over the flange, sucking strongly just the way he liked. Gods, it was as if the witch were tailor-made for him. The Potions Master let go of his cock, grasped her jaw and began to thrust deeper into her mouth. Hermione instinctively held on to the back of his thighs for balance as the wizard began to draw her over him faster.

Suddenly the witch gagged and Severus slowed for a moment.

“Relax, don’t fight it,” he hissed, starting back again, groaning as he fucked the witch’s mouth hungrily, his face contorted. “You wanted this, Hermione. You’ve been after me for weeks to suck my cock. Now suck it.”

Severus sped up his possession of the witch, driving into her mouth passionately, his teeth bared in a grimace of pleasure as he watched his cock slide between the witch’s lips, her eyes half-closed as she accepted him. She was so turned on by Severus’ roughness, his urgency as his hardness filled her mouth over and over, his pale hands dragging her over him. The witch was close to orgasm, deriving pleasure from the wizard as he did as he wished, claiming her mouth with abandon.

Severus began murmuring obscenities as he worked the witch, cocking his head as he took what he wanted from Hermione almost brutally, praising her and cursing her as she brought him closer and closer to the edge, the room around him fading out, the only thing real the lovely little witch on her knees before him doing her best to make him crumble…and the wizard could feel himself toppling, falling to her physically and something beyond physically.

Suddenly, Hermione let out a small cry around his cock, and the wizard paused, feeling her shuddering.

“You came,” he breathed down at her, then he began to move wildly, trying to catch her swell.

“You sweet little…” the wizard hissed, gripping her head tightly and shoving his cock as deep into her mouth as he could, his balls drawing up. “Swallow me, Hermione! Swallow!”

The wizard let out a roar and bent over the witch as he ejaculated, his eyes rolling up with bliss as his seed blasted through him, filling Hermione’s throat as she gulped him down. There was no spillage as she swallowed, in fact very little taste as well since Severus was pressed so deep in her mouth, quaking against her and gasping as if he couldn’t get enough air. He held her head tightly, pulsing powerfully, groaning with pleasure until his release ended, and the world returned.

Breathing heavily, the wizard straightened, relaxing his grip on the witch and slowly withdrawing, his cock flopping heavily against his thigh. He tilted the witch’s face up, studying her. Hermione’s eyes were closed and Severus could see wet streaks under her eyes as her breasts rose and fell with spent passion and great emotion.

“Hermione?” he said gently, still filling the thrill of their act running through him.

Her eyes slowly opened and she looked at him, her gaze hot and soft.

“Did I do all right?” she asked him, her brow furrowing slightly.

Severus drew her up and pulled her against him, pressing his lips against her forehead, then against her mouth before he replied.

“You were exquisite, Hermione. Perfect,” he said, kissing her again. And she had been.

He held her for a few moments before releasing her and drawing up his boxers, then his trousers, fastening them, Hermione watching with a sad expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” the wizard asked her, walking her to the bed and both of them sitting down on the edge of it.

“I don’t want to leave,” the witch said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. Severus reflexively wrapped his arm around her.

“But you have to leave, Hermione,” he said gently.

“I want you to fuck me Severus…I thought this would be enough but I feel as if a furnace is burning inside of me. Let’s make another memory. I want to feel what you’re like. The blowjob was so good…you were so…so….gods I can’t describe how you made me feel. My body is hungry all over,” the witch breathed. “I need more, Severus. More of you.”

Severus listened to her, closing his eyes against the temptation. The way he felt right now, he could just lose himself completely in her.

“Let me spend the night,” Hermione said, drawing her hand across his pale belly beneath his open shirt, “I want to stay with you, Severus. You can take me all night long. Satisfy this ache inside me completely. I want to know what it’s like to be satisfied. I’m always wanting you.”

“You’ll be missed from Gryffindor tower,” the wizard said, knowing she wouldn’t be. There was no Head of House taking count. Hermione continued caressing his belly softly, her fingers moving over the tight ridges. They felt so good.

“You know I won’t Severus. Let me stay. Please. You’ll be glad I did,” the witch said persuasively.

Severus looked at her, his dark eyes seeming to see through her. Her words, combined with her gentle petting were breaking him down.

“If you stay, Hermione…it will be a long, long night…” he began.

Hermione felt him giving in.

“That’s what I want. A long night with you on top of me,” she breathed.

Severus looked at her, desire once again taking him over as he pulled her toward him. He was done for. The witch had broken down his resistance. But it felt good to give in.

“You are a dangerous weakness, Hermione Granger, a very dangerous weakness indeed,” he breathed, claiming her mouth hungrily, both falling back to the bed, once again lost to their passion.

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A/N: Still tired, though I got a good night’s sleep. Please review.

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