Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 26 ~ Making Plans and Whoopee

Severus and Hermione spent the day in deep discussion about timing the brewing of the Restoration potion. Additions to the brew, stirrings, temperature adjustment all had to be done at precise moments, not a minute too soon or too late. Even an improper stirring or slightest maladjustment to the elixir would render it useless. And this careful focus had to be maintained for thirty-five days and nights.

Hermione did not want to just rely on their vigilance. The Potions Master was used to relying on his own sense of timing to brew potions, but if the witch could figure out a way to insure proper error-free brewing then he was all for it. And Hermione did come up with a way. Using the brewing instructions themselves, first she constructed a huge parchment chart, listing each and every step that had to be done. Then she created check boxes beside them. When they started the Elixir, the next step would glow and the check box be filled when it was completed. Ten minutes before the next step was necessary an alarm would go off to alert them. This chart she mounted on the lab wall in large letters and plain sight so there would be no missteps in the actual brewing.

In addition, Hermione adapted two muggle watches to also give an alarm by day, and a small painful shock at night ten minutes before the next step was needed. These watches would be synchronized the moment they began brewing. She wore one and Severus wore the other. Both would be alerted at the same time.

Watching the witch work, Severus shook his head. Hermione was the epitome of organization and concentration. Her brilliance was amazing, and served to make the wizard even more randy for her. Severus appreciated intelligence and focus greatly. Hermione would be totally absorbed in whatever she applied herself to, and it turned the wizard on to know that he could take that marvelous mind and turn it to the consistency of mush at any given time.

The door to the potions lab was warded to only his and Hermione's signature. No one else could enter without being painfully shocked and thrown back several feet. A warning sign was placed on the door that said no admittance. Of course Adam had to test it and was thrown across the Spells lab, landing on his ass, his brown hair completely spiked and frizzed…which he loved and wore that way for the next several days.

Wizard and witch spent the entire day going over details concerning the elixir, Severus having to remind Hermione to eat and drink. This was the witch he remembered. It was easy to see she was happy to be in her element again, planning and controlling every detail of a project. Hermione was indeed excited. Brewing the Restoration Elixir was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She still couldn't believe the Professor acquired an Agstani Bloom and listened in rapt attention as he told her how he stumbled on the plant in the Forbidden Forest and watched over it carefully for several years, placing wards and protections on it so it wouldn't be discovered or eaten by unicorns. Together they figured out that the lack of animals when he entered the forest might have been due to Vashti observing him and the creatures of the wood sensing it and drawing back.

"But why did she wait?" Severus wondered.

Hermione shrugged.

"I don't know, Severus," she replied.

The Potions Master looked at the witch.

"For whatever reason she did wait, I am glad of it. If this had happened sooner rather than later, I would not have you to help me, Hermione," he said soberly.

It was late in the evening now. The day had been utilized well, and they got a lot accomplished. Severus studied the chart on the wall.

"You are a brilliant witch," Severus said to Hermione, who flushed with pleasure. He had never told her that before. His eyes darkened.

"And a desirable one," he added, rising off his stool and approaching her, the look in his eyes unmistakable.

Hermione, who was sitting on a stool a little ways down, looked at him with wide eyes as he approached, unable to move as he stopped, looking down at her. His black hair swung softly in his face as he did so. She felt the urge to brush it back, but didn't.

"Watching you work today was quite a treat, Hermione. Your mind is so quick and focused, your thoughts…targeted. All I could think of was taking that mind away from you," he breathed, "and have all your focus on me."

He took one pale hand and smoothed it across her cheek. The contact was like fire to the witch. She could feel herself begin to tremble. Severus could see it, and he began to harden. He pulled out his wand, pointed it at the crotch of her uniform and flicked it slightly. There was a tearing sound.

Hermione jumped then looked down, pulling on her pant's leg. There was a hole in her trouser crotch.

"What in the world are you…" she gasped as the Professor grabbed her and kissed her hungrily.

Hermione melted like butter as his tongue claimed her mouth and he gathered her against his hard body. She began to pant, desire pooling between her legs. Her knickers were instantly soaked as Severus pulled her forward on the stool and pressed his erection against her core through his robes, grinding himself against her.

He released her mouth and began to unbutton the lower part of his robes, his eyes locked on her face, a slight glow in them.

"Severus, we're in the Potions lab," she said breathlessly.

"I know," he hissed at her.

"This isn't the proper place…" she started to say.

"As my lover, Hermione, you will soon find that every place we are is the proper place," he responded, working on his trousers now.

"But…but…"she protested.

Severus tugged his trousers open and pulled them down, then his boxers. His cock sprung out hard and erect. He placed his hands on the witch's shoulders.

"You told me and I quote, 'I'll be here for you whenever you feel you need me.' Well, I need you right now, witch," he said, his silky voice dripping with desire. He thrust his hips forward, his long cock stretching out from his robes. Hermione looked down at it, and reflexively licked her lips as a gush of lubrication rolled out of her, wetting her knickers. Gods, he turned her on so much.

"Examine me," Severus said in a low voice.

She looked up at him.

"What?" she asked as if she didn't understand him.

"Use those talented little hands of yours and examine my cock," he repeated, thrusting his hips forward again. "Like you did during my physical. Check me for lesions, masses, lumps…whatever you looked for that day."

"But Severus, you have none of those things," she replied softly. But she did want to touch him.

"Humor me," he hissed at her.

Hermione's cool little hands grasped his huge cock, and the Potions Master let out a little whimper at the contact, his eyes closing in pleasure. This reaction caused a reaction in her and she began to move her hands expertly over his shaft, pressing, caressing, exploring the length and girth of him. He groaned, flinging his head back. Hermione felt herself getting hotter as he pulsed in her hands. She ran her thumb under the flange of the mushroomed head and he jerked in her hands, groaning. A large drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. Hermione looked at it, then took her finger and spread it over his glans until it glistened as if oiled. The wizard groaned as Hermione slid her hands down, the witch grasping his scrotum and rolling it between her fingers, manipulating the tight orbs inside.

"What you can do with your hands witch, should be bottled," Severus groaned. Hermione stared at Severus' cock. Pale, huge, hot and pulsing. It was so heavy, but so delicate. Severus' head snapped forward, watching as she caressed him. His hands went to her hair, which was in a ponytail, and he massaged her scalp lightly, the witch rolling her head slightly.

"Do you still have the urge to take me into your mouth, Hermione? It would be perfectly acceptable now," he said hoarsely. He wanted to feel those lips around his cock badly.

Hermione looked up at him rather shocked. His black eyes were pleading. She looked back down at his huge organ and imagined her mouth would bring him great pleasure.

"Back up," she said softly, not releasing him.

Severus complied, his hands still moving in her hair as she slid off the stool and knelt.

"Dear gods," the wizard groaned as she lowered herself. His voice was raw with want, and he pulled her forward.

"Do it," he hissed. "Swallow me."

Hermione opened her mouth and took the head between her lips, then slid over it, Severus jerking as he felt her warmth wrap around him. She had to open her mouth wide, he was so big. The wizard's hands clamped her head, and he thrust forward, sliding deeper.

Hermione found he tasted slightly salty, but not unpleasant, and she liked his strong hands on her head, pulling her over his cock…his groans were exciting her even more.

"Suck, Hermione…it feels good to me," he breathed down at her, thrusting gently. Gods, he almost couldn't believe she was doing this for him. It was her first time tasting a man's cock. Severus felt his shaft tightening as it swelled more.

Experimentally, Hermione sucked, and the wizard hissed, jerking again, his hands tightening around her head, guiding her.

"Suck when I withdraw," he instructed. Hermione's hands rested on the wizard's thighs through the robes to keep her balance.

She followed his instructions and the wizard seemed to go into a catatonic state, his mouth dropping open and staring down at the witch. Only his hips moved, his face frozen in that expression for several minutes as she pleasured him.

Suddenly he let out a guttural groan and pulled away from the witch, whose jaw was beginning to ache from the size of him. But his reaction still surprised her.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked him as he dragged her back up to the stool, whispering a contraceptive charm.

"No…no…I just want to fuck you and was on the verge of coming," Severus panted, ripping the crotch of her trousers more, pulling aside her knickers and pulling her forward on the stool so he could enter her through the hole in the fabric. He hit her hard, burying himself inside the witch's pussy with a groan as Hermione gave a little shriek as he stretched her around his cock.

"Yessss," he said as he slipped inside her heat.

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Adam, standing at the stores near the lab, putting away some supplies zeroed in on Hermione's shriek at once. The couple had neglected to put up a silencing ward.

"Ooh," he said, clapping his hands together, "That sounds like sex!"

Already in his floral robe, striped pajamas and pink slippers, he put down the bandages he had in his hands and quickly flip-flopped to the lab. He opened the door to the medical lab, and could hear Hermione clearly.

"He's laying it to her again. Gods, he's randy," the wizard breathed, carefully opening the door to the Spells lab. They weren't in here either, though the witch sounded loud enough to be.

"They're in the Potions Lab, dammit," Adam said, frowning and adjusting his glasses. The protective ward would shock him if he approached the door.

Well, he could still listen. Adam placed a silencing charm on the Spells lab just in case, then amplified the noise coming from the Potions Lab. Then he pulled up a stool and sat on it, his elbow resting on a countertop.

"I wonder if they're naked," Adam said to himself, trying to visualize what was going on. Of course he pictured Severus naked. He could care less whether Hermione was or not.

She wasn't the one with the tool.

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Hermione was very wet, tight and slick. She had liked blowing him. Severus had liked it too, but she wasn't ready for the full treatment. He would give her time before he taught her to swallow.

The wizard kissed her deeply as he pulled back and thrust into her hard, his cock hitting bottom, the witch crying out into his mouth. He pulled back from her lips and looked into her lust-hazed eyes.

"Hold on to me. Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on to me tightly, Hermione," he breathed. "I'm going to give you a rough ride."

Hermione wrapped her arms around the wizard and pulled herself as close to him as she could. She could feel his heart beating against her chest as he slipped his hands behind her and gripped her buttocks, yanking her forward and plunging deep inside her over and over, hard and fast, gasping with pleasure, his chin resting on the top of her head, dark eyes closed in bliss as he buried himself in her softness, listening to her cry out rhythmically as he pulled her over him.

Hermione was howling as he fucked her, his hips moving so fast he was jack hammering her pussy, beating it unmercifully, the sweet ache sending the witch almost into convulsions as she accepted his passionate possession, her body flexing against his as he drove into her.

"Merlin, you are a strong little thing," he panted, tearing into the witch, pummeling her, pulsing, caressing walls.

Hermione cried out against his throat, then tried to kiss it between her shrieks, her lips pressing against his Adam's apple jerkily, but he felt her trying to show him affection as he rode her brutally, and he slowed so she could kiss him like she wanted and found he liked her soft lips moving over his throat as he fucked her. He leaned his head back, thrusting deep and hard into the witch, feeling her lips bounce against his neck as he penetrated her.

Of course the witch would want something more. He was her first. He hoped she didn't fall in love with him. He was not the right kind of wizard to love, but was perfect to fuck. Severus was the kind of man who could lose interest one day and just walk away. He'd done it to other witches, but they knew where they stood. This was all new to Hermione. But it did move him that she wanted other contact with him. Most witches didn't.

Severus stopped moving, lowered his head and kissed the shuddering witch. She was almost at the edge, and she thrust her hips forward, fucking him reactively, trying to push him deep inside her. He pressed his hips forward so she could make him hit bottom on her own, and pulled back from her mouth to watch her face as she took over.

Gods, she looked beautiful…just one thing.

The Potions Master pulled the tie off her hair and pulled it around her shoulders. Yes, that was it. Now she looked even lovelier, her eyes closed, face contorted with pleasure and concentration biting her lip as she worked her body over him. Severus held her gently by the waist.

"Who's fucking who?" he whispered to her.

Hermione's eyes flew open for a moment, looking at him, her eyes glistening before leaning back, and thrusting her pelvis forward, tilting it, her pussy starting tighten around him.

Severus gasped as she changed the angle, and he began to fuck her again, hard, feeling her about to come. He wanted to come with her.

"Fuck me, witch…keep up with me," the Potions Master hissed at her, pistoning into the witch as she thrust forward, doing her best to keep up with him, her passage tilting deliciously as he drove through her. Hermione's uniform was wet beneath the lab coat and clinging to her body. Her face was shining with perspiration. She was almost there.

"Gods...Severus...take me...take me…" she cried out to the wizard, not knowing how to tell him where she wanted to go. But he knew…oh, he knew all right.

Hermione's passionate outcry caused a reaction in the wizard. His balls tightened instantly and Severus slammed into her as hard as he could, releasing, letting out a groan as he came and felt the witch stiffen then cry out as she came around him, her flow hot and creamy, her pussy clutching at him as he pulsed inside her, his mouth open, his forehead pressed to hers, his black eyes locked on her face as she reddened, bliss washing over her trembling body.

Severus pressed his loins tight between her thighs, trying to get every drop of come as deep inside the witch as possible. He shuddered as his flow eased, then stopped. Still, Hermione pulsed around him as he softened, feeling wonderful. The wizard sighed, satisfied, the witch still gathered in his arms. He kissed her forehead, and played in her hair a bit as he waited for her to come down. When she ceased shuddering, he withdrew.

The witch sat on the stool, her thighs still spread, her chest rising and falling, looking at the wizard as he pulled his wand out of his pocket and scourgified himself. Then he pulled up his boxer and his trousers, fastening them, and afterwards, his robes. Then he looked her over.

Hermione's uniform was soaked with her perspiration, her trousers terribly torn, and her hair tangled all over her head, reminiscent of when she was a bushy haired student at Hogwarts. She also smelled strongly of sex

"You're a mess," he said, grinning slightly as he scourgified her. Then he pointed his wand at the torn crotch of her uniform.

"Reparo," he said, and the trousers mended themselves. He looked her over.

"You could use a brush," he said as he looked at her unkempt hair.

"I could use some purple potion too," she said softly, looking at him. "We shouldn't have done this."

Severus smirked at her.

"Your body disagrees with you, trust me. You wanted to do it," he replied, his black eyes glinting rather victoriously.

"I mean, done this here," she said, dropping her eyes.

Hermione looked ashamed of herself. She had no control. You were supposed to have sex in a bed, not on a stool in a laboratory. She felt like a slut.

Severus frowned at her slightly, then lifted her chin. He could see self-recrimination in her eyes.

"You're not going to do this," he said darkly.

"Do what?" she asked him.

Gods, what did he really think about her? He couldn't respect her…not the way she just did what he wanted.

"Legilimens," Severus whispered, looking into her thoughts. She was like a wide-open book.

He scowled.

"You are not a slut, Hermione. Stop thinking that. People have sex everywhere, not just in a bed. It is more exciting that way. There's nothing wrong with it. And if you think I think less of you because you did what I asked you to do, you're mad. I loved you were willing to please me that way. I loved being the first man to experience the sweetness of your mouth. You are just waking up sexually, Hermione. Don't close yourself off to the experience. Don't browbeat yourself for your passion and your willingness to explore. It is beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. You're my lover, and I'm going to show you many pleasures in many places. I don't hold back and I don't want you to either. So please, stop feeling bad, witch. You are wonderful," he said sincerely.

Then he kissed her gently and pulled her off the stool.

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Adam's mouth was open. Dr. Granger had given the Professor a blowjob? Lucky, lucky witch. Adam thought he wouldn't be hungry for weeks if he could get his mouth around that much meat. He sighed wistfully.

Suddenly the lab door opened, Severus and Hermione walking through it. The Potions Master saw Adam and scowled.

The chubby little wizard was busted.

"Hi," Adam said, giving them a little wave. Dr. Granger's hair looked like she'd spent a week in the outback.

"Adam! What are you doing in here?" Hermione asked him, shocked.

"Um…eavesdropping?" the wizard replied. Hermione turned a deep, deep shade of red. Adam had listened to her getting fucked. Gods. And she couldn't dismiss him on those grounds.

Severus looked at him blackly.

"You little pervert," he snarled, walking toward the wizard who hopped off the stool and started backing up.

"Hold it, Professor…it's not my fault you didn't put up a silencing charm. I would have heard you two no matter where I was. You were just that loud," the wizard claimed. "If you don't want people listening, ward it up before you stick it in. And it's not like I ruined anything. You both got your nut."

"Nut?" Severus asked.

"Came. Released. Climaxed. Got a nut," Adam explained, relaxing a bit as the Potions Master stopped advancing.

"Oh, just leave him alone, Severus. We both know Adam is twisted. He's still a good medi-witch," Hermione said, looking at the chubby little wizard in his floral robe and floppy slippers. She shook her head. Well, he didn't have anyone and obviously had a high sex drive. He hadn't hurt anything. It was just rather squicky that he listened in on them.

Severus looked back at Hermione, then at Adam again.

"You're off the hook this time, Adam," the Potions Master growled, "But if I catch you waxing your broom to my…my moments with Dr. Granger, I'll snap it in two next time."

Adam grinned at him.

"At least you'll put your hands on me," the wizard sighed. "That might be worth a broken tool."

Severus turned to Hermione with an "I'm going to fucking kill him" look. The witch shook her head, walked up and caught the dark wizard's arm.

"Forget it, Severus. He's harmless," she said, leading him past Adam, who smiled at him cheesily.

Severus made a quick, threatening motion with his body as if he were going to charge, and Adam jumped back, clutching his heart.

Severus smirked as Hermione led him through the door.

"Gods, I love him," Adam thought, fanning himself.

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