Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 25 ~ Clearing Out

Hermione and Severus apparated directly to his private rooms, the wizard releasing the witch and carrying the stuffed dragon over to his desk and setting it on top of it, before turning toward the witch, who stood in the middle of the study staring at him.

Severus noticed she was trembling…he wasn’t sure if it was from nervousness or need. Probably a combination of both. He strode toward her and the witch took a reflexive step back, and he paused, cocking his head at her.

“Do you want to leave, Hermione? You are free to go if you aren’t ready for me,” the wizard said quietly, though every fiber in his body was praying the witch wasn’t having second thoughts…especially after that carpet ride.

“No, Severus. I don’t want to go…I want to stay. It’s just that it’s so real now…you’re so real,” she said softly.

He began to advance again, the witch’s eyes seeming luminous as she looked at him.

“So you do want me,” he said to her, stopping mere inches away. Hermione could feel the heat of his body drawing her in like a magnet. She stepped closer to him.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I do want you. I want to know what you’re like when you’re not saving a witch’s life.”

The Potions Master almost laughed. Almost.

“I assure you I am much different than I was that night, Hermione Granger. I have the impression you believe me to be a bit uncreative in the sex department,” he said to her silkily, reaching out and catching the bottom of her t-shirt, “That I lack the ‘creativity’ of Marcus and Lucius.”

Hermione started to protest his belief, but thought better of it.

Severus drew Hermione’s t-shirt up slowly, the witch raising her arms to accommodate him. The Potions Master removed her shirt and dropped it to the floor, his eyes resting on her bra-encased full breasts and flat belly, before shifting to her face.

“I intend to show you witch, that I am more than enough wizard for you. You will want nor need any other wizard to meet your needs. Neither Marcus or Lucius have anything on me,” he said, a bit of rawness seeping into his voice as he reached around and unclasped her bra, drawing it down her arms and dropping it on top of her shirt.

Again Severus’ eyes fell to her breasts, much hotter now as he took in their beauty, Hermione’s dark nipples drawn into tight knots. He bit his lip against the throb in his pants as he began to swell.

“Gods witch, I want to crawl inside of you,” he hissed at her before drawing her half-dressed body against him and claiming her mouth almost brutally, his pale hands caressing her back, then sliding around to cup her breasts appreciatively. The wizard groaned into her mouth as he felt Hermione’s hands slide into his hair, pulling him in, her voice muffled as she moaned, blown away by his hunger.

This was what the Potions Master had missed all his life, a woman who would be with him for the long term. A lover, a companion…a witch all his own. His mind drifted back to the conversation they had, how Hermione told him she would be willing to sacrifice herself to protect him, to protect what they could have together. Desire poured over the wizard in a way he had never felt before.

Not breaking the kiss, Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione and lifted her, the witch’s legs instantly wrapping around his waist, her core pressing against his erection. The Potions Master slid his one hand into her hair, gripping it and pulling her head back roughly, attacking her throat as he strode with her into his bedroom and placed her on the floor. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at the sloe-eyed witch.

“Divesto,” he breathed and watched as her clothing melted away, leaving Hermione bare and beautiful before his eyes.

“Divesto,” he said again, pointing his wand at himself this time, and his clothing also disappeared, leaving his strong, lean body bare and tense, his huge cock erect and throbbing for entry. His wand clattered to the floor.

“I will make you forget Marcus, Lucius and any other wizard you found pleasure with witch,” he breathed, pulling Hermione against him and hissing as her warm, soft flesh met his, his cock trapped between them, Hermione gasping at the contact.

Waves of desire flowed over the witch’s body in pulses. She couldn’t even speak, she was so far gone. All she knew was she wanted the wizard to take her, possess her, free her from the burning ache inside. Severus fell to her throat again, his pale hands caressing and exploring her body, clutching and kneading her flesh, memorizing the curves of her body with his fingertips and palms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as low as he could and leaned her back, so she was arching just like when they tangoed. He lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled her tightly budded nipple, swirling his tongue around it, then sucking hard, Hermione crying out for more. And he gave her more, moving from one breast to the other, kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling until the witch was gyrating in his arms so wildly, he could barely hold on to her. Never had a witch reacted to him this way…but again, he never felt the urge to take a woman the way he wanted to take Hermione.

There were three lovers that impressed her besides himself. Firenze, Marcus, then Lucius. Those were the memories he had to replace. He dragged Hermione to his bed and laid her out so her feet were on the floor, then knelt and moved between them.

“Firenze was the first to make an impression on you witch,” the wizard breathed, lifting her legs to his shoulders and for the first time getting a look as her sweet, pink core. The scent of her was delicious, arousing and the Potions Master had to swallow down the saliva that formed in his mouth.

“Your memory of Firenze will be the first to be replaced.”

Severus lowered his mouth to Hermione’s core, locking his mouth to her nether lips and sucking softly before sliding his tongue over and between them, swirling his tongue around her clit as if it were a nipple. The witch arched up, panting and moaning as the wizard went to work on her pussy, licking, sucking and teasing the sensitive pink flesh until the man in the boat was standing at rigid attention and Hermione was howling with pleasure, the Potions Master’s arms holding her in place, lapping at her determinedly, listening to every sound she made and learning her as he repeated the acts that made her keen the loudest. Sucking on her clit made the witch wild and she bucked against his face.

Suddenly the Potions Master pulled away from the witch and flipped, falling on his back in the bed. He turned Hermione over forcefully and pulled her up over him so she straddled his face, then continued in his worship of her womanhood, holding her ass securely as he thrust his tongue inside her rhythmically. Hermione groaned and ground her pussy down on his face frantically as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Severus grasped her clit between his teeth and tugged.

It was as if he pulled a stopper out.

Hermione shrieked and came, her fluids pouring over the Potions Master’s face as he greedily drank the shuddering witch’s ambrosia down, not missing a drop of it as Hermione convulsively thrust herself downward, fitfully as his tongue collected every drop of her release, not stopping until he felt the witch give a final shudder and relax, having finished climaxing for the first time.

The wizard rolled her gently off of him and to her back, sliding up the bed and looking at her face, which was still quite red from coming. Hermione was still panting, but opened her eyes slowly and looked at the wizard with a tired smile, her damp hair stuck to her temples. Hermione’s pleasure was palpable, and the Potions Master was quite pleased as he looked at her.

“Was it good, witch?” he asked her, one pale hand rising to caress her lower belly gently.

“Yessss,” she sighed. “Soooo good, Severus. Gods you can use your tongue,” she replied, her breathing slowing now.

Severus’ eyes fell to the witch’s small, full mouth. He’d like to feel it around his cock, but had time for that. He needed to clear Marcus now.

Severus suddenly grabbed the witch, clutching her against his body and stood up, carrying her across the room to a clear area of the wall, and locking his arms under her knees, spreading her thighs wide and nestling between them.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked him softly, still dazed from her climax.

“Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you, Hermione…now and later. All night, witch. All night,” he breathed, positioning the head of his cock against her opening, the witch buckling as she felt his girth resting against her.

“You’re so big, Severus,” she whispered.

“Every inch of me is for your pleasure, witch,” he replied, kissing her deeply as he began to enter her. He groaned as the head of his cock sunk into her soft, wet, tight heat, followed by his shaft, sliding deep inside her pulsing sleeve.

Hermione let out a moan of ecstasy as she felt his hardness stretch and penetrate her, and pulled away from his mouth as he entered her.

“Oh gods yes, Severus. Oh…oh…yes,” she groaned, her chin resting on his shoulder as the wizard buried his cock inside her slowly until he was fully immersed, his eyes fluttering with pleasure at her acceptance. After enjoying her heat for a moment or two, the Professor recovered and rolled his shoulder so Hermione leaned her head back and he could see her face. Severus looked at the pinned witch, his dark eyes feral and nostrils flared.

“I hope you can take a strong fucking witch, because that is the only way I give it,” he breathed, his eyes washing over her as if looking for any last minute signs of weakness.

In answer, Hermione rolled her pelvis, the wizard hissing from the sensation of his cock rolling between her tight walls.

“I need to feel you,” she whispered, pressing her pelvis forward and forcing him deeper inside her body. “I can’t remember ever wanting to feel a wizard fuck me so badly.”

Damn. Did the witch have any idea what she was doing to him?

”Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold on to me,” he hissed, drawing back, Hermione writhing anxiously at the feel of his withdrawal.

The wizard hesitated, his eyes locked on her face. He wanted to see her expression when she received him. Suddenly, he drove forward, driving his full length into Hermione who let out a choked gasp as his power hit her, buckled and orgasmed, her body temperature soaring, the witch literally heating up in his arms.

“Shit,” Severus gasped as he thrust into the climaxing witch over and over, shuddering as his pale body flexed and arched, squishing through her release, the scent, sound and feel of the witch taking him over.

Hermione’s eyes were glazed with passion, locked on his face and unfocused, her mouth open, her body jerking up and down the wall as the Potions Master fucked her, his hips rocking back and forth, then winding round and round as he strove to touch every part of the beautiful creature crying out his name.

“Severus…oh…Severus…damn,” Hermione groaned as he picked up speed, stepping back a bit, his hands cupping the witch’s ass and holding her steady as he fucked her, only her shoulders holding her up on the wall. His loins were sticky with the witch’s release, and his balls slapped against her

“Is it good witch? Is it?” he hissed, tearing into Hermione’s sweetness hungrily, loving the slide of her pussy over his shaft, the check and snap of her body as he drove to her full depth, the note of lust and acceptance in her voice as she rebounded from his stroke. Gods she felt exquisite as she surrendered to him. She shrieked his name.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he groaned, pulling her off the wall, lifting her up and jerking her down, barely feeling her weight at all, his black eyes focused on the apex of their bodies, biting his lip as he watched his thick tool disappearing between her soaked thighs.

Damn the witch was strong, hanging on to his shoulders and leaning back, her breasts bouncing, her hair slung in her face. Severus hooked one arm under her ass so he could pull her wild locks away as see her clearly, her amber eyes full on nothing but need, hunger, her body already gleaming with perspiration.

Severus walked a few paces, turned and fell back, startling the witch for a moment as he landed on something soft, her body locked to his. Now she straddled him and he thrust upward almost brutally, his lips drawn back from his teeth and eyes blazing up at her.

“Ride me,” he hissed, guiding her body up and down over his cock. “Fuck me hard witch. Show me you want all of me.”

Hermione looked down at the pale wizard, his black hair fanned out over the bean bag, his dark eyes full of fire and lust. Her body went into overdrive and she ground her pussy down on him and began to rotate her hips, making the wizard gasp with pleasure as she poured it on.

“Circe,” Severus groaned as the witch rose and fell, impaling herself on him wildly, her head flung back and mouth open in ecstasy as she erupted again, her hot fluids pouring over him and her eyes rolling up to the whites as she shrieked.

“Gods, yes,” Severus groaned as he flipped the witch over and slammed into her orgasming body like a jackhammer, driving her up the beanbag and pulling her back down into him, fucking her as if he had gone insane, his massive cock pounding her incessantly, still hard as iron and showing no signs of weakening as their bodies slapped together.

Hermione was gone…nothing else existed in the world but the Potions Master’s possession of her body, the power of his stroke, the silken murmurs of pleasure as he claimed every inch of her body for his own. How could she ever walk away from this, from him? She was taken now…marked…branded. She belonged to him…every part of her.

A delicious burn was growing between her thighs from the friction of his large cock tearing into her over and over, and Hermione arched upward, letting go, letting that fire increase, wanting to burst into flame and complete this powerful consummation. The burn was part of receiving the dark wizard, proof of his ardor, his need, his passion for her, and she felt more than his physical connection with her as Severus continued to take his pleasure, grunting lustfully, his hands sliding over her thighs as he drove into her willing body.

Severus had never wanted a witch so powerfully before and he didn’t want to stop burying his cock into Hermione. He wanted to imprint himself on her very soul as he slapped against her, delved deep inside her, riding her small, supple body unmercifully, every sweet shriek making him want to hear another and another cry, his name dripping off her lips like honey. The witch was brilliant, she was beautiful and now…she was his. Severus drove into her harder as if trying to leave the imprint of his cock like a mark inside the witch, Hermione buckling from his sting. Gods, she had never had a lover like him. Never.

She gasped this to him, and the wizard pummeled her even more powerfully in response, his heart swelling at her words. She never would have another like him either.

Severus raised himself up on his hands, staring down at Hermione, his hips rising and falling like a living tide, flowing into her, covering her, pulling her into his depths, the witch’s head rolling side to side as she cried out, her voice beginning to fail her, but her body still responding, still arching and surging beneath him.

“You’re a strong witch,” Severus breathed down at her.

Hermione could take him and he was glad as her body swallowed him over and over. Sweat was dripping off his body on to Hermione’s and pooling under her, making her slide over the vinyl covering of the bean bag as if it were oiled. Severus eased up on her now, slowing his stroke, caressing her inner body almost tenderly now, giving her a small respite, but still fucking her, still giving her every inch of himself. He was nowhere near through with her.

Suddenly he stopped and slid out of the witch, rising to his knees.

“Turn over,” he growled, catching her by her shoulder and pulling at her.

Hermione felt as if she were in some kind of sensate dream as she felt the wizard turning her over. She was vaguely aware of rising to her knees, and her head being pushed down. The she felt the wizard’s hands grip her waist, and his thickness fill her again.

“Oh gods,” she groaned as Severus started fucking her hard again, his eyes on her rippling buttocks as he slammed into her hungrily, one hand holding down the small of her back so she could feel his full power.

“Am I too much?” he panted, giving her every inch of his cock repeatedly. “Answer me witch….”

“No…no…” Hermione gasped.

Severus ached, but she didn’t want him to stop. She felt as if she had wanted the wizard forever. Maybe she had.

“Good,” Severus said silkily, pulling out of her. Even if the witch had said he was too much, he would keep fucking her. She had accepted him and that meant all of him. He caught her arm and stood up, backing her against him, pulling her hair to the side and kissing her throat before wrapping his arm around her belly and pushing her forward, bending her over and sliding inside of her again, groaning as her head slid over him.

“Yes,” he said, pumping rhythmically, Hermione’s body gently bouncing as he penetrated her over and over, his strokes growing stronger and deeper as he fucked the witch.

“Come for me once more, witch, and I will give you a bit of rest,” the wizard said to her softly, rolling his cock. “I’m nowhere near ready to come, but you must be aching. Come for me Hermione…one more time witch. Flow for me.”

Severus began stroking into Hermione hard again, slapping against her body furiously, his head flung back and mouth slack as she began to tighten around him. She couldn’t scream anymore, and let out small whimpers instead, her legs feeling like rubber. Severus had to hold her up as he worked his tool in and out of her body, taking her to the next pinnacle.

“Come on,” he coaxed Hermione, thrusting deep, the gentleness in his voice belying the fucking he was giving her, determined to tear one more release from her body, “One more time, witch. Then you can rest.”

He pulled Hermione up slightly, bending his knees and driving upwards, grasping her breasts, fondling them as he took her over the edge again, the witch releasing and going slack, Severus having to grab her before she fell, hissing as she boiled over him again. He fell still, holding his cock deep inside her as her body pulsed around him, squeezing and sucking on his stiff, swollen member. Gods, she was delicious and so responsive.

Severus held her flush to his body until her orgasm completed, then pulled out of her, and turned her to face him, staring down at her half-closed amber eyes. Hermione’s head rolled back slightly as if she were falling asleep on her feet. Severus kissed her, exploring her mouth before picking the spent witch up and carrying her to his bed, laying her down in it gently. She immediately curled up, her eyes closed and breathing easing.

In a moment or two, she was asleep…the Potions Master looking down on her, his expression unreadable. Between the amusement park and sex with him, the witch was utterly exhausted. And he was still in the process of clearing out the memories of the other wizards by recreating their actions and hopefully replacing them in the witch’s psyche. Marcus was down. He still had Lucius to clear out. The Potions Master smirked darkly.

He was going to enjoy that.

Severus slid Hermione over in the bed a bit further and lay down next to her, his dark eyes drinking the sated, tired witch in. His cock was still hard and throbbed as his gaze swept over the soft curve of her ass and the scent of her sex wafted up to him, like a perfume calling him to rut. A little groan escaped the wizard. He wanted to continue. The witch was going to have to build up her stamina if she hoped to keep up with him. He wouldn’t continue to give her breaks...he was too selfish for that. But this was their first night together so he was being generous.

Suddenly the impending duel with Marcus tomorrow came to mind. He looked back down on the witch…if he lost…this would be his last night with her.

He couldn’t lose. He wouldn’t lose.

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A/N: Round one. Leave it to Severus to try and recreate Hermione’s experiences with Firenze, Marcus and Lucius, then try to cancel them out. Lol. Poor, tired little Hermione. She’s going to have to wake up and continue with the insatiable wizard. Somehow, I don’t think she’ll find it difficult. Please review.