Severus\'s Trip

Chapter 2

They arrived in the foyer of the estate Severus knew well. He had spent a lot of time in his youth here when Lucius was the prodigal son. At least now, Draco had made it seem like a home. He helped Hermione out of the fireplace and dusted a bit of soot of her shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled, “Thanks.”

“Well, well, well, who would have thought this would happen?”

They looked over and there stood Harry Potter, the bane of his existence.

“Mr. Potter.”

“Professor Snape.” He said in greeting. Hermione gave him a quick one armed hug without let go of Severus’s hand. His tight grip may have had something to do with it as well.

“How is Luna?” She asked him.

“She’s great, she’ll be here tonight.” Severus stood there while the boy who was now a man grinned at him like an idiot.

“Severus!?” Draco Malfoy stood in the door to the lounge with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Severus found the face he made comical and if they were alone would have given into a chuckle but that wasn’t in his nature.

“Yes Draco, how have you been?” He gripped the boys hand and touched shoulder to shoulder in the universal “male” hug, keeping his hand with Hermione’s as she had done.

“When did this happen?” He asked giving Hermione a hug as well. Severus looked down at her.

“Not to long ago, but we wanted to keep it private at first.” Hermione explained. Since it fit with his character it wasn’t challenged. Draco nodded and smiled at them both.

“I see. Ok, well welcome. One of the house elves can take your luggage to your room. Hermione I put you both in the same one you were before, I know you like it.

“Oh thank you Draco, but don’t worry about the elves I’ll take it up, I’d like to settle in first.”

“Ok, we’re having lunch in about an hour, everyone should be here by then. Severus, a drink?”

“No thank you Draco, I’ll just go unpack as well. I’d like to get it out of the way.” He said to Draco as he turned.

Hermione turned up the staircase and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt an arm around her shoulder.

Hermione made her way to the room. It was her favorite, she stayed in it whenever she was at Malfoy Manor. It overlooked a huge tree in the gardens where pixies lived and their glows lit up the tree. It had a small balcony of its own, and Hermione was often seen there on a warm summer night with book in hand.

She placed her bag on a chair and resized it. Severus entered and placed his bag on a nearby dresser.

Flicking her wand she proceeded to put her clothes into the wardrobe. The strength of his arm around her had shaken her more then she wanted to admit and she needed a moment to calm down. She was doing a great job of ignoring him until he spoke.

“Hermione.” She closed her bag after she had shrunk the last of her empty luggage, and looked at him. “We should talk.”

“Alright.” She put her wand down and faced him. He sat on the loveseat and gestured to the space on his left with both hands. She sat down warily, watching him. Severus couldn’t help but notice she sat at the other end, putting nearly a foot of air between them. This was something that had to be settled before they met up with the others.

“Hermione, these people we are to spend the weekend with believe me to be your current lover and that we have been having a clandestine romance for weeks, correct?” At her nod he continued. “Then shouldn’t it be obvious that to carry on this ‘act’ you would need to be comfortable with my touch.”

“I suppose so.” She said keeping a distance from him on the seat. He slid closer as she backed up into the arm. “What are you doing Professor?” His thigh was pressing up against hers. He leaned over her, one arm on the back of the seat behind her head the other on the arm across her. He was inches from her face.

“You were nervous when I had my arm around your shoulder. We are supposed to be at ease with each other as lovers are.”

“I agree… but…..I said………” Seeing her stammer in her words was unusual and in a funny way, endearing.

“I know what you said, but keep in mind Hermione, that there are two of us involved and your character is not the only one being watched.”

Hermione shut her eyes. “Draco.” Severus nodded. “I didn’t realized how close you two were.” Again Severus nodded.

“I have spent many vacations here, and Lucius and I were as close as Potter and yourself. They see the person I am outside of Hogwarts.” He slid an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “They know when I am involved with a woman that I have tendency to be physical.” She looked up at him.

“Physical?” She asked. “I thought we had an understanding?”

“We do. I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about public displays.” Hermione almost laughed.

“You mean all those behaviors that you found worthy of point deduction at Hogwarts. Hand holding? Kisses? Sitting on laps? Playing with hair?”

“Believe it or not, it is behavior I am notorious for.” She giggled, and Severus felt her body relax. He tightened his hold, brushing his thumb across her shoulder. She looked back at him.

“Well, then, I think I can handle a little PDA.” She tried to sound confident and comfortable. He lifted an eyebrow. She was never a student to be found in a dark niche of holding hands at Quidditch games. He doubted the woman she became changed too much from that.

“Can you?”

Before she could say another word she felt his lips crash into hers. Contrary to his hard exterior his lips were soft and gentle. She parted her lips and his tongue slipped inside mingling with hers. She leaned into him and felt his arms wrap around her. For all his intimidating nature, it was just divine to be wrapped up in his arms. She felt comforted in his embrace. She tilted her head and opened her mouth wide. His tongue plundered her mouth, taking full advantage of what she was offering. She clutched at his shirt front, pulling him closer.

She slid one hand up and wove her fingers into his hair. Her fingertips went right down his spine. He leaned into her body, pushing her back against the arm of the couch, deepening the kiss, exploring every inch of her delicious mouth. She suddenly seemed to have too many clothes on.

“Ahem” Their lips parted but neither released the other from the embrace, they merely looked at the door, temple to temple. “I hope I’m not…… “ Ron Weasley froze, his face turning the same shade as his hair when he realized what he walked in on. Or rather who he had just walked in on. He knew Hermione had brought someone with her, and had taken a perverse pleasure at being able to see who, but he was shocked as all hell to find her with Snape.

“You ARE interrupting something Weasley.” Severus had reason to speak sharply. He had never been so turned on by one woman before and he’d certainly never been with one who had responded to him as Hermione did. She drove him to heights he wanted more of. No doubt she fucked as passionately as she kissed. It was something he fully intended to explore.

Rom was livid as well. To him, it was akin to treason. Hermione knew how much he hated Snape. He also knew that the only reason she was doing this was to get back at him. She had gone too far by choosing Snape.

“What do you want Ron?” Hermione was getting tired of the silence. Ron and Severus were glaring at each other.

“Draco has announced lunch is being served. I told him I’d escort you down.” He said calmly.

“I’ll escort her down Weasley, you delivered your message, now go.” If it was possible Snape was shaper then before. Ron looked to Hermione who still hadn’t let go of Severus. If anything she clutched him tighter.

“I’ll see you at lunch then.” He turned and left. He was barely out of the door frame when Severus raised his wand, flicked his wrist and a huge SLAM echoed in the hallway.

“The whole house probably heard that.” Hermione looked back at him. She still hadn’t let go.

“Good, now everyone will know that he interrupted us.” He also hadn’t let go. They remained locked in their embrace.

“So Severus, do I seem more at ease now?”

“Oh yes, you do.” He stood up bringing her with him. Although he was outwardly calm, he felt a rush of adrenaline at his name on her lips. “But for now, I believe they are expecting us at lunch.”


They entered the dining hall, free of cloaks and jackets, apparently the last guests to show up to lunch. Hermione and Severus drew a lot of strange looks, and an enraged one from Ron. Severus was actually getting a thrill from the situation. Hermione had been right. Ron was seething. He felt a certain elation at the thought of Ron destroying his room in anger because of him and Hermione. It served the little prick right though, for the hell he had tried to make Severus’s life.

He draped his arm on the back of her chair. She leaned in and rested her hand on his knee. It was firm under his trousers. She leaned in and whispered to him, “Aren’t you overdoing it?” She smiled.

“No. He’s fuming and that’s what you wanted right, to ruin his trip?” He gave her a sexy grin and lifted his eyebrows as if he’d whispered a naughty innuendo.

“Oh yes.” She giggled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Which he readily accepted. Hermione was pleasantly surprised. Put the Professor in a pair of jeans and a jumper and Severus show how relaxed he could be.

Throughout the meal, Severus made it a point to keep physical contact with Hermione at all times. It wasn’t very difficult. He liked the way she leaned in and smiled. He liked the way she touched him without realizing it. She was just as physically demonstrative as he was, but had probably been stifled by Weasley.

More than anything he enjoyed how conversation with her flowed more easily than it had with any other woman. He found himself contemplating a relationship, which was a shock.

For Severus, the ideal woman was one who would climb mountains and canvas forests while harvesting the most potent potions ingredients. She would spend hours brewing the most complicated potions with ease and conviction. She would hunt overstocked used bookstores for a title over a hundred years old. She would welcome challenges and puzzles with open arms and a brave face.

Needless to say Severus had not fared well in the past. Women tended to be frustrated with him. Granted he enjoyed the theater and opera as much as the next man, but at heart, he was an intellect and knowledge usually guided his day.

The downside to women who were bookish like Severus, was that sexually they had a habit of being boring. They considered his bedroom antics to be too wild for their taste. He had been hard pressed to find a woman who embraced both knowledge and passion in equal measure.

Severus knew he had found both in Hermione. The way she responded to his kiss was powerful. He didn’t have to urge her at all. She let her body take over. He firmly resolved to sample more of her.

After lunch, the gardens were opened up and several wizards took to the air in a game of Quidditch. Severus settled down next to Hermione on a two seated chair to watch the match. She snuggled up next to him, one hand on her tea and one hand once again in his knee. Severus enjoyed the contact, more so then with any other woman he’d been with. Simply having her touch him was a turn on.

Ron sat right next to them fixing Hermione with a look that spoke volumes about his anger.

“Not taking to the air Weasley? I was under the impression this was your favorite pastime.” Severus said, while caressing Hermione’s shoulder.

“I thought I might sit this one out Professor,” he said wearily, “I’m surprised you aren’t up there, Draco mentioned many times you were keen on joining him on a Quidditch pitch” Hermione was shocked.

“Severus, you play Quidditch?” She asked him with a smile.

“You mean you didn’t know? Don’t you two talk to each other.” Ron gave a sly grin, as if catching them at something wrong.

“Weasley, around Hermione, my lips are otherwise engaged.” Severus replied with a squeeze on her shoulder. Hermione flushed bright red, while Ron glared at him. Severus returned his look with a grin. Let the young man remember the kiss he had witnessed earlier.

“Suddenly the pitch seems inviting. I’ll let the out of season players stay down here.” He turned and left.

Hermione glared after him. “The nerve of him.”

“Leave it be. He could think of no other counter for the lip comment then to criticize my age. Such a lack of creativity.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did he lack creativity in other areas?”

Hermione looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. “I see he does. So how was it, a quick hump, a squirt and that’s all.” Hermione nearly burst out laughing. “Don’t tell me it was only half a hump?”

She couldn’t stand it any longer, she threw her head against him and laughed out. Severus was surprisingly lifted by the sound. For some reason he loved it when she found him humorous and he took delight in teasing her. He gave a genuine smile, a smile not overlooked by several people. The game carried on for most of the afternoon. Severus was aware of every look Weasley sent in his direction. He knew the ginger git was hoping to find something wrong with what they were doing, but he wasn’t going to.

“Ladies and gentleman may I have your attention.” Draco commanded presence in his home, Hermione had to admit this. “It has been my great pleasure to announce that I have a wonderful group of musicians coming tonight for our pleasure in the dancing hall. It has been years since the room has been used and I am opening it tonight.” Several gasps erupted from his guests. “I also invited several collogues from work and several family friends. We’ll have our own Midsummer ball right here. The festivities will commence in about three hours. That should give all of you plenty of time to prepare or even make a small trip to obtain gowns or dress robes, all the fireplaces in the manor are open. I will see you all in the ballroom at 7 pm.”

Feet flew and within moments Hermione heard several floos going off, no doubt people flooing home to get formal attire.

“Do you need to floo anywhere? Severus asked her.

“No I have a dress, I didn’t know if Draco had anything planned so I prepared for the occurrence. Do you?”

“No. Lucius was notorious for things like this, his son doing it is no surprise, I have dress robes.”

They walked back to their room, her arm about his waist, his around her shoulder. His waist moving slowly under her hand, made her body heat up. The warm skin of his hand on her shoulder felt comforting.

He closed the door to the room as she poured a glass of champagne, “Would you like one also?”

“Please.” He pulled off his jumper, leaving only his button up shirt and took the glass she offered.

“I’m going to soak in the tub for a moment.” He nodded and sipped his wine. She took hers into the bathroom and filled the tub.

Soaking to her neck, she leaned her head back and let the warm water relax her body. She had told Severus that she would behave herself, but after the kiss earlier she wasn’t sure she could. He was much more physical then she thought. She had responded immediately and without shame. She could admit it, she wanted more. She wondered what he was like naked, in bed, a nude woman in his arms. She grew hot at the images of rolling around naked with Severus in that huge bed that beckoned in the other room. Was he thinking the same thing after that kiss. This was an act so how could she judge by the actions she’d asked of him.

“Hermione?” She lifted her head.

“Yes?” She called to the door. For a moment she thought he may have seen the thoughts in her head. He was accomplished at occlumency after all.

“A house elf has dropped a message off. I think its from Miss Weasley.” Hermione heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the tub, satisfied that she was covered in bubbles.

“Could you please bring the note in?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He opened and walked in slowly, approaching the tub, keeping his eyes on her as she unrolled it.

“Ginny is asking for a pair of my earrings.” She chuckled. “You’d think that with dating Draco she’d have been given jewelry. But she hasn’t let go of where she came from.”

“Good. Draco needs someone humble not proud. Which ones, I can pass them to a house elf to bring to her.”

“The green ones, emerald, in my small box on the bureau.” He nodded and left the bathroom. She let her head fall back again and closed her eyes.

“She will have her earrings by now.” He said from the doorway. She didn’t open her eyes.

“Thank you Severus.” She smiled softly knowing he was watching her.

“Your welcome.” His voice was close, she opened her eyes and turned her head, he was sitting on his haunches next to the tub, his eyes over hers. She didn’t move a muscle. He lowered his head and kissed her gently. “Have we soaked enough?” She nodded. He stood up and reached for the towel holding it open with his arms. She stood up, covered in bubbles, well aware of how much was showing, and walked into his arms. He folded her in the towel. She leaned into his body and sucked in the warmth of his arms. He kept his eyes in hers, and ran his hands down her back, absorbing the water. He slowly dried her off, gently with his hands. It was a pampering Hermione could quickly get used to.

He looked at her for a moment and then said, “I’ll let you finish up.” He backed away and exited to the bathroom.

She immerged a few moments later in her robe, her hair dripping slightly. “You can have the shower now.”

He nodded and disappeared into the bathroom.

While he was showering, she applied a drying spell to her hair and using her wand, straightened it. With a part down the side, she tucked the slight waves behind her ears, letting it fall naturally to her shoulders.

She threw on her lacy black bra and matching thong, then slid her legs into lace top black thigh highs. She always liked to feel sexy under evening gowns. Putting her robe back on she sat down and applied her makeup. When she finished Severus emerged from the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slightly damp. She gave him a smile and went to the bureau to find her earrings.

As she went about looking for a pair she felt hands on her shoulders. “These.” His voice was like silk sliding into her ears. He had selected a simple pair of gold studs, nothing more. Elegant and without embellishment.

She looked back at him. He was wearing black dress trousers and a white t- shirt. Catching him in mid-dress was somewhat attractive. Hermione resisted the urge to tousle his hair. “Thank you, these will be perfect.” She said gesturing to the earrings. She reached in and took out a necklace, one that was just as simple. A gold chain with a gold heart dangling alone.

She sat back in her chair again, aware of his reflection in the mirror as he watched her. After her earrings she reached for her necklace but he beat her to it. She watched him through the mirror and he adorned her neck. Placing his hands on her shoulders again he met her eyes in the mirror. “Quite lovely.” He whispered placing a kiss on her neck. She smiled at him and rose approaching her dress hanging on the wardrobe. She waited for him to turn to his own dressing but he didn’t, he stood there watching her. She grinned and summoned all of her bravado.

Reaching for the belt of her robe, she opened it and let the satin fall to the floor. He looked from her face to her toes and back again. She gave him a wink and turned to her dress. As she unzipped the back she felt his hands slid around her waist. His skin was like fire on her. She let her head fall to his shoulder. “I think the dress can wait for a moment don’t you?” She nodded. He took her shoulders and turned her face to face with him, then walked her to the vanity and placed her on the table. Settling himself in the chair he reached under her and pulled her thong off. Sliding his hands up her stocking clad legs he opened them wide.

He looked at her pussy exposed before him. She was neatly trimmed and her lips slick with arousal. Evidence that she enjoyed being watched and admired. He looked up to her face. Her eyes were glazed over, her face flushed, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was leaning against the mirror, waiting. Her feet were braced on the edge of the vanity spread apart for her former professor.

He trailed his finger tips down her thighs, grazing over her lips gently. He reached down and pulled the small hood away from her clit. It was hard and swollen, begging for attention. She was panting, waiting patiently, but panting. Using his middle fingers to keep her clit exposed, he used his thumbs to open her pussy. She was wet, glistening with moisture. He leaned down and ran his tongue up the entire length of her slit. She gasped. Holding her open he slid his tongue into her pussy, exploring every part of her, as if searching for something.

“Severus…..good gods…….” She gasped out as he plundered her heat. Keeping his fingers on her so she was held open, he slurped and sucked at her, drawing out her juices to feast on, she arched her hips, offering him as much as she could.

He raised his lips, locked them on her clit and sucked. “Oh shit……..” She was writhing against him, arching in to his face. He let her lips go, feeling them hug his own, then reached down and slid two fingers into her, arching them upward he crooked his fingers in tandem, “bicycling” against her g-spot, he attacked her clit wildly, sometimes sucking, sometimes flicking his tongue. She began to arch wildly upward with her hips, “Severus …..I’m ……. I’m gonna…….oh gods……..”

He continued what he was doing. Sucking on her clit and using his fingers to bring about something to slack his hunger.

“Oh my ……..fuck…..fuck……” He was reward with a flood of fluid on his tongue, which he eagerly drank down.

As she gradually came back down to earth, she looked down at the man who had made her feel this. Severus had her legs over his shoulders, and a very satisfied look on his face, as he massaged her thighs. “Are you alright my dear?” She merely nodded.

He stood up and took her in his arms, standing her before the vanity. A flick of his wand and her hair fell nicely about her shoulders. Her face was slightly flushed but it was quite attractive. He walked over the wardrobe and took the black dress off the hook. She stepped into it and tried to regain her breathing as he zipped her up. It was held up by thin straps and stopped at her knees, black satin that flared out from the waist. He took her hand and walked her to the armchair before the fire, gently nudging her down, so she could sit and calm herself.

Severus has been more then amazing. He had been driven to see that she climax. She had never been with a man like that. Ron had always rushed things to get to the good stuff. But he didn’t seem to realize that the before stuff was good as well. Severus didn’t know it, but that was the first time someone had preformed oral sex in her. Ron never did, claming it just wasn’t his thing. She didn’t really think it was a big deal but now that Severus had giving her that feeling, she’d be hard pressed to give it up. She began to understand why Ron wanted head so much, if it was anything close to what she just felt. As she was lost in her thoughts, a hand on her ankle brought her back to reality.

Severus was slowly fastening her shoe onto her foot. When the ankle strap was in place he placed the mate on her other foot. She was shocked. She never would have thought Severus the type to kneel at a woman’s foot and put her shoes on, but she enjoyed the feel of his hands nonetheless. He simply grinned at her, then reached to the table beside the chair and picked up a goblet.

“I thought you might want a merlot?” His voice was liquid silk. She nodded and took the glass, taking a sip as he gave her a smile and went back to the bed. As he finished dressing, Hermione once again delved into her thoughts. She had told him that she was would keep her hands to herself. Maybe that would change. Nothing was supposed to happen on this trip, but it looks like things were not going as planned. Well at least not the things regarding her. Ron was mad as hell and that was her wish, but she wasn’t supposed to be confused. She wasn’t supposed to feel randy. And here she was trying to deal with her own emotions and it sure as hell didn’t help matters that she just had her pussy eaten out for the first time by the Professor she said she would behave around. By gods, that man was talented with his tongue.

She was deep in her thoughts, and her merlot, when he approached again. Hermione’s eyes flew open. He was stunning. He wore tailored dress robes that fit his frame like a glove, deep black and trimmed in gold buttons. His black hair was pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. A few strands had already escaped by his temple but it only added to his charm.

He had just finished his own glass of merlot and set the glass down.

“Severus you look amazing.” She didn’t try to hide her amazement.

“Thank you.” He held out a hand for her to stand. “However,” he said as she rose to her feet “tonight I am merely a frame for a most beautiful portrait.” He said stroking her cheek.

“Severus?”

“Yes?”

“When you agreed to this charade I promised I would behave myself.” She forced her body’s reactions to his touch to the back of her mind.

“I recall that conversation clearly,” he said, his fingers trailing don her neck.

“You are making it very difficult.”

“My dear,” he leaned closer, “you promised to behave yourself, didn’t you?“

“Yes. I did.” She confirmed.

“Well, be that as it may, you extracted no such promise from me.”

“But…..” He silenced her with kiss. A soft, gentle kiss. He kept his lips on hers and slid his arms around her waist.

Pulling his lips barely an inch away, he looked at her. She held his arms, feeling the strength under the fabric. She had a feeling this discussion would continue, but they would have to wait. He silently took her hand and they made their way to the ballroom.