A Perfect Match

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A PERFECT MATCH
By Geena

Chapter 24: The Joys of Folklore

Seeing her confused look he elaborated: “The Sudanes Blister Beetle is related to the Spanish Fly. I don’t think I have to tell you this is a very powerful afrodisiac !”
She shook her head. “But I thought these stories about afrodisiacs were all a fraud ?”
He shot dark glances at her when he told her in a sepulchral voice: “Trust me, if you had any idea of what I’m going through every time you even come near me … you’d believe it.”
She backed away from him, still not sure what to think of it.
“Wasn’t it menti in in the book when you searched for the ingredients ?”
“Er, yes, I do think I read something about it, but I discarded it as folkloristic superstition.”
“NEVER, EVER ignore the properties of a certain ingredient, even if it seems far-fetched. It’s written there for a purpose, or did you think it was for your amusement ?”
She felt miserable. Seeing the sad look on her face, he calmed down. “It’s ok, it will wear off. Besides, I think the cannabis will counterpart most of the effects, it makes me feel rather languid. All I need right now is some food to regain my strength and a shower. A cold one … a very cold one.” He smiled at her and Hermione was relieved he wasn’t angry anymore. She left him alone so she could get some dinner as well. Fawkes followed her on her way and and flew back to Dumbledore’s office. It was a strange sight, this large bird flying through Hogwarts’ passages !
When Hermione left, Snape sent for a large meatpie. He found himself totally famished and devoured the food in a record time, barely tasting any of it. Next, he went to his bathroom and stepped into the shower. The cold water refreshed him completely and he felt reborn when he came out again. Looking into the mirror, he saw this large grin on his face. Not that he had any particular reason to be happy about something, but he just could not get himself to change his facial expression. He wanted to indulge himself in his usual gloomy mood, but instead he had to force himself not to start humming a cheerful tune. The world felt like such a wonderful place. He looked at Crookshanks and had to restrain himself from picking him up and burying his hands in the thick fur, not in the least bothered when the cat kept follo him him around. And he hated cats ! Damn drugs, they were illegal for a reason ! For a moment he would have preferred the pains from the cruciatus curse. Anything but this ! Well, it could have been worse. At least the cantharides had stopped sending firebolts through his body. Reassured his condition would only be temporary, he tried to reconcile himself with the idea of taking a rosy view at things for a while.
At that very moment, Hermione came back from dinner. She started to say something, but he could not hear a thing she said. Only the sound of the blood pumping through his veins kept buzzing in his ears. His eyes were drawn to her breasts like he was suffering from some kind of tunnel-vision. He blinked, trying to snap out of it, but nothing changed. She stopped talking in the middle of a sentence, noticing the strange look on his face. Before either of them could prevent it, he had thrown himself at her, making her struggle to stay on her feet. He growled when his hands started tearing the clothes off her, his mouth plundering hers when their tongues entwined in lustful play. At first, Hermione was startled by his overpowering desire, but soon found the feverish heat coming from his body to be very stimulating. His hands kept exploring her now naked body, his roughness tingling her soft skin, arousing her to the extreme and she pulled his pyjama-trousers down. He tried to take his t-shirt off without loosening his grip on her, but she held him at arms length and pulled it over his head. He breathed heavily while waiting to get to her again, totally forgetting about where he was and what he was doing, only aware of his one goal: getting inside her as fast as possible, desperately feeling the need to be relieved from this scorching heat that had taken over his entire being.
He scooped her up into his arms and landed her on his bed. Before she had the opportunity to recover, he had covered her body with his, shivering when he felt his hot skin brushing against hers. His hands moved quickly to her lower body, caressing her inner thighs violently, eager to prepare her for him. His erratic movements made her moan and he couldn’t wait any longer. He entered her forcefully, growling and when she felt how hot and hard he was, her eyes grew bigger and her mouth opened to let out a scream of delight. Being inside her made him experience a whole new range of ecstatic sensations and he wanted to stay in her tantalising tightness as long as possible. He was hard like a rock inside her and seemed to touch her everywhere by making circular movements, causing her to feel like he was splitting her into a thousand little pieces and she came instantly, calling out his name.
He only stopped for a moment, never leaving her. He kept still for a while, caressing her body with his hands, licking her breasts, sucking one nipple before moving over to the next one. When her breathing was back to normal, he started moving inside her again, his hands under her buttocks, lifting her closer to him. She could only be aware of what was happening between her legs and what his hands were doing to her breasts. His lips played with her earlobe and she shur eyr eyes firmly to increase her ability to feel him. His strokes were long and slow and she pushed herself against him to meet his thrusts, wanting him to pick up the pace. She wriggled under him, nearing her climax, but he refused to take her over the edge by maintaining the same slow strokes. She groaned in frustration and hooked her legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper by holding him into a tight grip with her feet and pressing his body to hers with her arms. When she reached her second climax, her eyes still closed, a flashing white light passed before her eyes and she felt his presence in every molecule of her body.
And still he was inside her. He lifted his head and looked at her. Strings of long, brown hair sticking to her sweaty, crimson face, her chest going up and down to steady her breathing, her red, slightly swollen lips parted, she was the most heavenly creature he’d ever seen and his desire for her only grew stronger. He kissed her inviting lips. She answered his kiss, brushing his invading tongue with her teeth before letting her tongue explore his mouth. His body laid motionless upon her, his hands caressed her head and his mouth engaged in their kiss, but gradually she became more aware of his hardness that had never left her. When they finally broke off the kiss, they were both breathless and she could once again feel her need for him growing. As if he had read it in her eyes, he started moving again, making her pant his name to incite him. Finally he picked up the pace and his thrusts came faster. She answered by squeezing her muscles around his hardness and he groaned her name. He now slammed inside her with an electrifying intensity and she spread her arms, her fingers pulling at the sheets, her body lost in ecstatic convulsions. He reached his climax shortly after hers and fell on top of her, still getting some after-shocks from the intense experience they shared.
Both were covered with sweat and breathed heavily. He slid from her and held her in a protective embrace. When he turned her towards him, their lips met, the kisses interrupted by their attempts to catch their breath. In the end, they just rested in silence, smiling at each other.
At one point, Hermione turned around, his arms pulling her against him and they laid together like spoons. When she snuggled into a comfortable position she heard him holding his breath. “What ?” she asked.
“Are you aware you are touching some very sensitive spots when you do that ?” his silky voice trembled inside her.
“Yeah right.” She wriggled a little more, knowing he wouldn’t be up to anything after what they just did.
“I mean it Hermione, cut it out.” His hands were already on her breasts and Hermione’s eyes widened in astonishment. All right, she would call his bluff and she moved again.
“Hermione ! Stop squirming. You’re torturing me here. Don’t you know what this is doing to me ?” His agitated voice let her know he was trying very hard to control himself, not wanting to cause her discomfort. To hell with it, she already felt sore, why not a little more ? She let out a most seductive giggle when she felt his hardness against her buttocks. He moaned and his hands moved all over her body, holding her tight against him. His left hand went downwards and she felt his fingers inside her. She gasped and pressed herself even closer to him. She took her left hand down as well and reached for him. She found him big and hard and under her touch he seemed to grow even bigger. With a slight push from his hip, he managed to loosen her grip. His fingers were now playing with her clitoris, giving her too much pleasure to even think about tormenting him furtfurther. Slowly he pushed himself between her, lifting one of her legs. Hermione jerked up, but he held her tight and when she felt him brushing against her entrance, she sighed.
“What ?”, he whispered, “You didn’t think I’d use the exit, did you ?” He chuckled whe she saw her biting her lip, knowing he had guessed right. “Oh no”, hetinutinued, “I prefer the entrance any time” and then she arched her back in an attempt to feel more of him. He guided himself insidr anr and was rewarded with a series of ecstatic sighs. When he started to move inside her, his thumb returned to caress her clitoris and she groaned, overwhelmed by him stimulating her at both places at the same time. He was just barely inside her and his movements made it feel like he would leave her every time he retreated. She kept bumping her behind against him and he screamed her name louder and louder until she felt him reaching his climax. She herself felt like millions of little explosions went through her, all emerging from her lower body, when he gave her a double orgasm.
She turned around, feeling utterly exhausted and said: “I won’t be able to sit for a week”, before she fell asleep. He smiled as he put one arm around her and whispered: “That’ll teach you not to look down on folklore.”


TBC
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