A Wizard's Debt

A/N: This isn’t as explosive as the previous chapter, but I want to let Hermione play… and what a plaything she has.



And seeing as I’m sick of all the wizards being hung like porn stars, Severus is going to be a bit more normal… However, my adoring fans might have got a bit upset had I made all wizards average (ish), so the horsey references are explained lower down.





Beware of the lemmings.







Hermione



I woke to find myself looking at neutral cotton drapes on a strange four-poster bed; a strong arm around my waist and someone warm pressed against my back. Angry shouting was coming from the next room.



After a few moments of panic, what happened last night and this morning came back to me; and I had to look at the ring to make sure I wasn’t dreaming still, that this was all real.



“Why do your adopted family have to be morning people?” Severus groaned behind me, pulling me tighter into his chest.



“They aren’t.” I said back, wriggling into his embrace to feel…



“Its like that every morning, don’t panic.” He chuckled into my hair, “But if you want to perhaps do something about it, I wouldn’t mind.”



“Can they get through that door?” I really don’t want Harry and Ron walking into the room to find Severus and I in a compromising position.



“I don’t think so.” He paused, picked up his wand and double checked the wards before adding a silencing charm over the top. “That lot have lungs.” He muttered before snuggling back beneath the covers.



“I don’t really want to face them…” I said, turning to look into his black eyes.



“Where’s the Gryffindor bravery?” he joked, bringing my chest to his and holding me there, gently rubbing my back through his shirt.



“The Gryffindor bravery is not here at the moment, if you would like to leave your message and contact details, it will get back to you as soon as possible, thank-you. Beep.” I said with a shy smile. I love Harry and Ron like brothers – but I’d also recognised most of the voices of my other adopted brothers in the shouts.



“I don’t understand that.” Severus said, kissing me gently before deepening the affection. I hadn’t realised kissing could be so powerful until last night – I hadn’t realised there were different types of kisses: slow and gentle; fierce; playful; a battle of wills. I could kiss him all day for a year and probably still add new categories to the list.



“Do you want me to…?” I asked, slowly trailing my hand down his chest to the bulge in his cotton underwear.



“Ahhh! Merlin, yes.” He groaned as I gripped him firmly through the fabric. “Hold on a moment… and hold this.” He said handing me a small vial from his bedside drawer while he wriggled out of his boxers.



“Oh.” I said, having never actually seen a… a… penis… in real life, just text books and the photos supplied by potential suitors. “That won’t fit in me! It’s too big!”



“It will fit, trust me I’ll make sure you’re ready for me; and in all honesty, when erect its only a little bigger than average in both width and length, I’ve never measured, but I’d put it at about seven inches, just. If size worries you, then be glad I am not other people I could name.” he smirked, tipping some of the thick liquid from the vial into my palm.



“What’s this?” I asked, disliking the slimy texture, “And how do you know about the size of other men?”



“Lubricant, you could make me rather sore without it; and there is a reason for various equine jokes aimed at Lucius, especially as I overheard Narcissa bragging about him to her lady friends… It is a male thing to compare your masculinity with others – don’t ask me why.” He said. Equine? What? What has his friend got to do with this?



“And please do not ask me to explain the horse references – you’ll put me off.” He chuckled at my confusion. “Hold here.” He said gently, moving my gooey palm to his length.



He placed his hand over mine; closing my fingers around him and gently sliding us both up one side, over the top bit and then down the other side, coating himself in the lubricant. “Now I’m slick, feel free to explore at your leisure, just not too hard.”



What do I do now? I settled for trailing one finger up a large vein on the side; it moved! “Is it supposed to do that?” I asked pulling away.



“Yes, do not worry, I’ll tell you if it hurts and I’ll warn you at the end.” He smirked, turning onto his back to give me better access to him.



I started by gently grabbing him, closing my fingers around him like I had done before, and moving up and down in a sort of rhythmic fashion; liquid started to leak from the tip in little pearlescent drops.



“Is it supposed to… erm… leak?” I asked, thinking I’d done it wrong.



“You’re doing nothing wrong, keep going. The ‘leaking’ is perfectly normal… don’t stop.” He hissed.



“Erm. Okay.” I said, rubbing the drops at the tip into the lubricant; he groaned loudly as my palm covered the top of him. “Is that good?”



“Yes – oh, you torment me!” he moaned, arching into my hand as I stroked the top bit, I think it has a proper name – doesn’t it? I can’t really remember it. I went back to the original rhythm I had, sliding up and down him, but now making sure to rub over the tip and collect the gathering leaking fluid.



“That’s good – move faster, a little harder.” He whispered, eyes closed, wrapping his hand over mine to show what he wanted. We continued with firm strokes, up and down quickly over him; his breathing coming in sharp pants.



“Let go.” He hissed, covering himself with his boxers, his body arching rigidly. He let out a long moan as he stroked himself through the fabric gently, turning to look at me with glazed eyes.



“Did I do it right?” I asked sitting up to look down at his slightly flushed face.



“Mmmm.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.



“Are you going back to sleep?” I asked, rather insulted that one minute I was… pleasuring him… and the next he’s sleepy!



“I’d love to – but we must deal with the people trying to break my wards. We have time to bathe quickly before we go about our business for the day.” He said, reluctantly rising from the bed and throwing his underwear and shirt into the laundry basket.



“Oh my!” I said, moving to him quickly. “What happened to your back?!”



“Voldemort.” He offered as way of explanation for the deep furrowed scars cutting deep into his flesh, he turned to me, pulling me into his arms – where I noticed the scars continued on his chest, but not as bad.



“Do they hurt now?” I whispered, tracing a few with shaking fingers. How could anyone do this to someone?



“The muscles below them ache when it is cold, but they are not painful normally.” He said, looking down at me, “Don’t cry for me, what happened stays in the past, where it belongs.” He wiped away the tears I didn’t know I’d been crying.



“Come on, lets share a bath and greet our guests.” He prompted, taking my hand and opening a portrait to get to the bathroom. Severus didn’t seem to care that he was completely naked… very naked… with no clothes on.



Did I mention he was naked?



“Share?” I squeaked. You’d think we hadn’t been remotely intimate at my panic! Hermione – it’s only a bath!



“It will be faster, and your family are getting rather inpatient.” He said, tapping his wand against the tap and watching the lilac water flow into the beautiful marble tub. “You can’t bathe in my shirt.” He prompted, taking the hem in his hands and pulling it over my head.



He let out a small moan, dropping the shirt to the tiled floor. I covered what I could with my hands. “No! don’t hide yourself! You are beautiful – though I want to kill whoever did this.” He said, gently tracing the scaring that ran from my neck to my stomach.



“If you say so.” I muttered, looking away. I’m naked in a bathroom with another naked person – a naked man! A naked man who touched me there and who I touched there also… who’s naked.



“I do say so. I also say that the bath is run and we need to get a move on before they break through the wards – someone out there actually knows what they’re doing!



“Bill, probably. He’s a cursebreaker for Gringotts.” I said.



“Lovely. Lets hope he gets stuck, my wards are complex; but to someone who deals with them daily they will not take long to dismantle.” He slid into the bath and dunked his head under, I stole his wand to pin my hair up into a messy bun – if Bill is working on the door then I don’t have time to wash and dry it.



And I don’t have time to work out how to explain to them what is going on, either.