Punishment

Chatper 2
Hermione fell asleep in his chambers, curled up next to his firm body, spent. The night had been exhausting, to say the least, and they both had classes in the morning. The things he had done to her... Well, she didn't think she'd stop blushing. She didn't exactly know what made her cheeks flush-if it was the chagrin of him knowing how she liked sex or the things he had done to her when he found it.

When she had lost her virginity, three years earlier to Victor Krum, it had been highly disappointing. She expected sparks and electricity erupting from their touches and heated passion and explosive, likely volatile, multiple orgasms. What she had gotten was a couple tweaks of her right nipple, a few thrusts, and him spurting inside of her, cross eyed and sweating.

Hermione did not experience an orgasm that night. Nor had she with any other sexual encounter she had with the school boys, not like there had been many. She had mindlessly fooled around with the current Head Boy of that year and another seventh year, but nothing prospered. Frustrated beyond to believe, she gave up, sure that she'd never find what she was searching for.

It took the summer of her sixth year, meeting a graduating college student back home, where she found what she didn't know what she was looking for. It didn't fulfill her needs up to the brim, but she became satisfied for she knew sex wasn't a lost cause.

They had become friends, both shamelessly attracted to each other. He looked like a small protégée of Severus, which was maybe-definitely-why she found Shane so striking. Dark, aristocratic features, sarcastic by nature, and extremely educated in both book and street smarts. Further into her vacation, she observed that the teasing in Shane's eyes when he audaciously flirted with her was replaced with something else; something she could only describe, in her inexperienced disposition, as unrefined lust. But every time he tried to advance her, she'd back away, saying that sex wasn't enjoyable enough to lose their friendship over.

She finally gave in to his lips, knowing in the back of her head that it was going to be just as inadequate as the fools before. But she was wrong, dead ass wrong. He took her against a brick wall, her naked back scraping against the rough surface in such a way that it left welts.

That was when she realized, that it wasn't the other boy's fault that they couldn't create heated fervor in between her legs. She just didn't react to their sweet vanilla kisses.

After her time with Shane, leaving him with bruised lips and a smile, she came back for her sixth year with new knowledge outside of the classroom. She also came back with fresh itches needing to be scratched. But Hermione soon found that physical sex was looked upon as masochistic and sadistic upon the other houses, except for the Slytherins who would undoubtedly laugh at her if she asked to be manhandled.

So she kept her thirsts unquenched, leaving her irritated and edgy. She even idly played with the idea of creating a boy to just please her in violent ways. But she couldn't find anything on how to make the creature dominant. Damn her for being the submissive type!

When summer came, she welcomed it with open arms. After a few throws with an engaged Shane, smirking haughtily on the supposed hold he had on her, she became less cranky. Hermione kept to herself that he had no "hold" whatsoever. Sure he was attractive and settled a strong desire that no one could wet, but that wasn't why she came back to him. She came back because she was horny and he was all she had.

Coming back to Hogwarts to finish her schooling, she tried to control her needs and wants. But Snape had been there, all dark and seductive. And then last night when he was pleasuring himself... And his cock was just begging to be sucked...

She groaned and separated herself from the man beside her. It was six o'clock and breakfast would be soon and it would not be good to be seen coming from Professor Snape's bedrooms, clothes all a muss and walking funny.

Shivering from the cool air that hit her body, she decided to take a shower. Release was caked over the expansion of her skin, his scent blending with hers until there wasn't any distinction between the two. She didn't want to wash his scent off of her; the brunette wanted to keep the evidence there to show who she belonged to, but the option wasn't possible. What they did between the sheets, and his desk, the wall, the ground, and those shackles in the corner, had to be kept secret. Hermione could never handle it if she got him fired because of her.

"Severus," she found herself whispering as the hot water pounded her wonderfully abused body.

Merlin, she knew she shouldn't be thinking of their wonderful sex that had happened so many times the night before. It would only get her more worked up.

Quickly washing herself off, she dressed in some transfigured robes.

She came back to his bed; Snape looked so peaceful when resting. His face was empty of his tempting smirks and harsh lines, leaving him to seem calm and-dare she say-innocent. Hermione trailed her soft fingers down his jaw to his adam's apple and further to the morning errection that was forming beneath her palm.

He was still lying in the bed; a sheet draped against the bottom half of his body. She straddled his bottom legs, enough so she was clearly on top of his member.

"Oh Hermione," he murmured against the bedding, his tongue sweeping the edge of his lips.

"Good morning, Severus," she smiled and ran her finger over the bead of pre-come that formed.

He gave a guttural moan as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, her thumb massaging his velvet skin.

"Yes," he hissed, rocking his hips towards her.

Slipping her hand to the bed side table, she grabbed his wand and tapped it to the bedposts.

"Productum defigo," she stated.

Dark silver manacles altered from the wood and secured themselves around his pale wrists. His eyes became shady with desire while her tongue descended onto his tip, swirling the liquid around to lubricate her doings.

One hand plunged onto his member while the other kneaded his heavy balls. He was restrained from any hand movement, which was killing him slowly. He longed to run his hands through her wild hair and push her hot mouth further onto his dick. She was drawing it out, making him basically beg for it.

"More," he bellowed, the words sounding raspy against his sore throat.

She gave him a sly smirk and squatted her entrance over his hard shaft. Then she began teasing him with her dripping slit, never giving him the tightness his cock was twitching for. He was drenched in her glistening essence before she was through. His body arched into hers, needing more. The cuffs on his wrist cut into his skin ruthlessly, stretching and tearing until blood wounds were in its place. He couldn't say that he didn't like it.

"Stop teasing."

She didn't comply with his wishes, though he surly deserved it. Instead, Hermione traced a long, bulging vein that twisted under his flesh. She could feel the pulsating on her lips, making her, herself, cry out in excitement.

Her fingers continued to outline the veins, while her tongue greedily licked up her own juices combined with his. His hips thrusted up further into her tight mouth, craving release.

"Please," he begged, the word sounding alien in his mouth. He figured he could not embrace it into his vocabulary, and quickly dismissed it.

Hermione decided that he had suffered long enough and quickly encased his hard shaft between her lips. Her tongue swirled under the tip, receiving repressed grunts that made her inwardly grin. Knowing he liked it rough, she let him escape her mouth, but not before her teeth ran across his skin. His muscles tensed in his legs; he was very close. Severus thrusted back into her open, and unaware, mouth, arching his back against the bed.

"Bad boy," she whispered, continuing to softly twirling her tongue around him.

Snaking a finger in the crevice of his pale globes, she massaged his prostate that was the size of a walnut.

This was his demise.

Without any warning, besides his whole body tightening in anticipation, hot seed exploded into her mouth. Some of his sperm spilled out of her lips causing Hermione to sneak a tongue out to fetch it all in.

He was panting heavily, his eyes clothes and his body stained from confinement. Hermione was almost frightened that she broke the poor man, tiring him out too quickly. But when he opened his eyes, his breathing still shallow and needy, they caught hers.

"Where did you..." he took another deep breath as she smiled at him, "...learn that?"

Crawling slowly on top of him, she placed a firm, yet delicate kiss upon his lips. She needed him to start slow again. Desire was still embedded within his features and the brunette gave him a blush. Tenderly, she pushed back his damp, black hair from his face and turned the kiss into something deeper. Something more primal that she could describe, sharing his release on her tongue.

"It's time for breakfast, Severus," she stated, casting a quick cleaning spell upon her self.

Not minding to undo his cuffs, she walked out, yet not before he barked and growled at her-forcing his own type of doom on her.

"Bring it on," she simply stated and continued on her way.

Hermione did not have any time to squander. Harry and Ron would be worried about her, no doubt, and so would Head Boy, Blaise Zabini, who had become a very close, quite attractive, friend of hers. Sharing an intimate space, like their common room or joint bathroom, forced a friendship upon them. Not like it was difficult though, the Italian boy was rather charming, not to mention sinister-he was a Slytherin after all- and convinced the brunette into said amity and comradeship.

She tried to ignore the constant ache of dull pains radiating up from her core and the bruises that littered around her body as she strolled into the Great Hall, smiling at the worried look upon many of faces.

"Hey 'Mione!" Harry greeted, while Ron gave her a wave, his mouth so overfilled with food that he couldn't even talk.

Grabbing a roll, she quickly stuffed her mouth, needing the food to comfort the grumble in her stomach. She resented not eating dinner the night before. A blush developed on her cheeks as she remembered exactly why she did not eat supper.

"Hello boys," she said, not sitting down. Blaise was already signaling her over to his table.

"We missed you at dinner last night," Harry stated.

Ron finished chewing the rest of the food and swallowed. After taking a gulp of pumpkin juice, he spoke.

"How was detention with that greasy git??" he asked, then glanced up at her face. "Wow, 'Mione. You look really good; kind of glowy."

"Why thank you, Ron," she inwardly smirked. No need to tell them both that she spent her detention on her knees and back, and even in chains, getting wonderfully fucked. "And Professor Snape's detention was okay. I just had to clean his room," she shrugged.

Harry noticed the persistent look of Zabini who was trying to grasp her attention.

"Zabini's been asking about you, but he didn't say why."

Hermione nodded, ate a bit of bacon, and finished it off with some water.

"It's probably some official Head business or something. I'll be back," she uttered, her mind busy in trying to think of excuses of why she wasn't in her dorms last night.

With her mind still blank on what to say, she sauntered over to the back of the Slytherin table, where both Blaise and Draco dwelled. Before she could even sit down, Hermione was bombarded with questions.

"Where were you last night, Mya?" Zabini asked, worry written in his eyes, yet his voice was calm.

"I'm sorry, Blaise," she said in, what she hoped, a remorseful tone. "But I fell asleep in the library, doing homework."

Pushing his pale blonde tresses behind his ear, Draco snorted and Hermione's head jerked up. Her heart raced in her ribcage, absolutely terrified that he knew.

"I don't think so, Granger."

She raised an eyebrow, completely mimicking Snape's, and smoothed down her blouse.

"And why is that, Draco?" she questioned, her voice wavering just enough for both Slytherins to catch it.

"Because, Hermione, Blaise had me looking for you all over Hogwarts. I checked in the library twice. You weren't there," he smirked.

"So sorry that I cut into you and Blaise's shagging time, Malfoy," the brunette snapped then gave the blonde a contrite smile.

Sighing, Hermione ran her bare fingers through her silky hair and chewed her bottom lip, displaying her nervous habits. They wouldn't believe her if she even suggested such a thing as getting fuck three ways from Sunday by the cruel Potion's teacher who exudes such a sexuality that her body was still calling for his. Tying her bushy tresses into a makeshift bun, she was caught with accusatory gazes.

"You didn't!" Blaise gasped, his eyes scandalous and proud.

A smirk found its way onto Draco's lips as his eyes mirrored the same expressions his lover's held.

"Oh yes she did." He looked her up and down approvingly.

"I did what?" she eeped with wide eyes.

She recognized their intent gaze on her exposed collar bone and quickly extended her hand to the spot of their heavy aim. Severus's deep bite existed there; a throbbing pain and soreness exuded from her touch.

"Oh that," she whimpered. Just as quickly as she had her hair restrained, she undid the tie and let her curls hide his mark.

"I can't believe you got laid, Mya," the Italian hushed, licking his lips.

"Yeah, Granger. Who's the lucky guy?" Draco grinned, basking in her current discomfort and unease.

Just as she was about to fib about her last night's past time, billowing black robes stormed through the room, slowing ever so slightly past her. When Severus reached the head table, she felt his strong gaze burning through her, making her thighs rub to intensify friction.

Noticing her abnormal and aberrant silence, the Head Boy tilted forward and watched as she watched Professor Snape carefully with a hidden leer. Her posture became solid as her sly glances developed, and her eyes became foggy with unrequited lust. The raven haired boy grinned, teeth showing, and turned his attention back to the food in front of him so he wouldn't say something inappropriate.

"Oh c'mon, Mya," Draco wined, hitting high notes with Blaise's nickname of her. "Who did you shag last night?" Blaise lent over to the blondes' ear, whispering the name Severus. He gently coughed, taken aback with the information. "You slept with Snape?" his tone was muted and low.

Hermione disregarded the question and accusations that were coming her way. Instead, she watched the man who inspired such wonderful feelings of infatuation and desire that ran through her veins. His enchanting, black eyes held-captivated-hers, while he produced a round object wrapped in white butcher paper. Her interest peaked as he unwrapped the covering and a burgundy fruit was left in the wake.

The brunette assumed the produce to be a form of Wizard hybrid. She heard his teeth puncture into the succulent flesh, supplying a sensation deep down within her loins that she could not place. The fruit, from the distant glace at, looked between a pomegranate from the ripe, crimson juice that was dribbling down his chin, and a star fruit from the fleshy tissue lips that, currently, his tongue was exploring.

"That's an impetus fructus," she heard Blaise speak, though his voice sounded detached and remote. "They borderline on the periphery of the Dark Arts for the nonconsensual acts that can result from the use of the fruit. I saw them in a book once; they said they were extinct."

Her breaths were growing labored as he manipulated the fruit in his mouth. She felt every sensation that he gave to the impetus fructus . At first the awareness was faint; all she experienced was her body reacting to his motions. But then the feelings strengthened and it was as if there was an invisible mouth, inhaling her essence and teasing her relentlessly.

"What do-does it do?" she asked, breath hitching in her throat.

Breathing became to panting as her bosom yearned to escape. Both boys smirked at her cleavage that was pressing against her blouse's buttons with enough force that the first few looked like they were going to pop off. Perspiration began to bead at her brow while her back bowed from the senses Severus was affecting.

"It transfers stimulation from fruit to a desired person," he murmured, enthralled with such a look of passion written on her face.

"Oh gods," she cried out in a whisper when she felt his tongue cradle her slit, sucking upon the fruit's nectar greedily.

Her fingers clawed at the wooden table, scraping for any control, but she was rewarded with nothing but continuous curls of his manipulation. Hooded eyes still connected to Severus's, Hermione attempted to restrain herself from his doings, yet her struggling efforts were all in vain, and she came undone when he nipped on her bundles of nerves.

Stuffing a roll into her mouth, she muffled her whimpers. Her hips were gyrating and thrusting against the seat, begging-praying-for someone to save her from this fiery termination. If Professor Snape did not soon give her any release, Hermione would not be responsible for her brash actions. There were, in fact, two gorgeous men across from her that she could, no doubt, help aid her with the blaze sandwiched within her legs.

Snape continued his dawdling deeds, devouring the fruit within his grasp. Every time she would border the edge, tetter-tottering between ecstasy and agony, he would chose the former and not let her obtain precious freedom that would no doubt send her into subconsciousness from the amount of tension he buried inside of her. This time was no different; the brunette's inner muscles clenched as well did her entire body, also pleading for liberation. But he did not give it to her.

Scarlet sap flowed down his chin and over his hands, resulting in a sultry flavor that she would die to taste. The air was thick with heat and electricity, yet none other than four people noticed; five if you included the Headmaster's twinkling eyes. This was grateful for the Head Girl, though she didn't care at the time, for she was practically mating on the breakfast table, rocking her core against the stiff timber of the bench.

Delirious with passion, the urge for release was too strong. Hermione could barely contain the needy and guttural moans that were silently escaping from the back of her throat.

"Gods above, Mya," finally finding a voice to speak with, even though it was raspier than he desired. "Do you want us to help you leave?"

Nodding numbly, tears leaked out of the dry corners of her dilated eyes. She wished nothing more than to discharge the need that was consuming her every being. Wetness well enough seeped past her underwear and pooled against her flesh. It took both Zabini and Malfoy to carry her out of the unsuspecting hall, each at arms length, scared they couldn't control themselves.

They left her be, satisfied enough when they observed Snape's capes flap in his commotion. But Hermione could see nothing but blurry passion in her eyes as she quaked against a stone wall.

"Need you," she voiced, her arms reaching for him blindly.

He ripped apart the straining buttons of her blouse, receiving a treasured groan of approval, and quickly dove in her creamy flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted her body onto his, wrapping her ankles under his arse so she would not fall.

"Empty room," she instructed, though it was mostly breath into his chest.

Professor Snape carried her to an abandon classroom and slammed her body against the door. Her hands clutched his face in ardor, bruising the skin underneath, and kissed him brutally, trying to calm the hunger that he started and better finish. Her tongue danced with his, tasting the impetus fructus‘s tangy juice against his lips that made her bottom lip tremble from want.

Somewhere during their fight of domination, he unhooked her bra and grazed her hardened peaks with his teeth. His rough hands molested her feverish skin, letting no inch become cold.

"St-stop fucking around," Hermione pleaded, tightening her thighs against his waist, rocking her hips to meet his involuntary thrusts.

Trying to remove him from his thick robe, she found the impetus fructus hidden in a pocket. She captured the fruit and brought it closer to her face, ready to inspect it with all curiosity.

He ripped off her underwear, leaving him to her open center. Just as she bit into the fruit, he thrusted into her unexpectedly, hissing at the opposing torrent flow of juices and the inferno that surrounded him.

The own strong nectar of the fruit was drenching her nude chest, pooling in the caverns of her breasts. It was addicting, the impetus fructus; the flesh was being penetrated by her mouth with fervor. Severus dunk his head low and lapped up the juices she created with excitement.

Immersed to the cervix, Snape could not move, for if he did then he would relieve himself right there. She was too bloody tight, her muscles clenched on his member heavenly in a death grip, leaving him week in the knees. He used his thin body weight to his advantage, and kept Hermione suspended with his force.

Once he knew he wouldn't release anything rash, Severus thrusted out of her core and back in with extreme vehemence. With each plunge, he angled it in just a way that he hit her g-spot, causing her moans to be even more hoarse.

"Yes, yes, harder," she called, feeling her muscles tighten against him. He couldn't stop now; she was seconds away from satisfaction.

After he seizured her lips for on last kiss, he reached a hand down to her clit. It was all it took to have the world crash around her. She constricted around him, leaving him to his own release.

"Severus," she screamed, the word breaking upon her vocal cords, as she trashed violently against the stone wall.

He ejaculated within her, arching his head back in rapture. She still held his lips with hers, but from the severity of orgasm, she split into his bottom lip, blood flowing freely into her mouth.

"Oh gods," she hushed, tears streaming from her eyes. Her final release had been so demanding, so forceful, and so harsh, that her distraught nerves couldn't take it anymore.

Snape was reduced to thick breaths as he let his forehead bang against the cold stone. Her sobs awoke his rest, forcing him to return back to her damp face.

The trembling pads of his thumbs pushed away the tear tracks that graced her beautifully flushed face.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, running his tongue over the cut she gave him.

"Not in a bad way," she grinned and supported her head against his pale chest. "Felt so good." She traced her finger over his bottom lip. "I'm sorry I hurt you though. I didn't mean to."

He shrugged and released himself from her embrace.

"That was your punishment," he smirked, quickly masking up any fringing emotions, and returning to his austere self.

"I think it would be defeating the purpose if I said I liked it," Hermione leered, snatching his hurt lip between hers and sucking on it gently.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for enjoying the consequences too much."

He raised his wand and quickly cleaned them both off with a charm. Repairing her underwear, her blouse, and his lip, she ran her fingers through his soft hair, detangling it from any knots.

"I hope you give me a chance to make up those ten points tonight," she shyly smiled and walked out of the room, to the wonderful morning ahead of her.

A small grin tugged on Severus's lips as he watched her hips sway with soreness out of the door. Spotting the impetus fructus bruised on the floor, he picked it up and ran his aching lips against the juicy flesh, testing the fruit out again. He was awarded with a throaty, strangled cry from the hallway.

"Yes, Miss Granger. That chance will be given."