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Severus Lays it on the Line
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Chapter 27 ~ Severus Lays it on the Line
Hermione sat back, calming herself. This situation was getting so heated. The Potions Master continued looking at her heatedly. She took another sip of wine, her eyes resting on him over the glass. She set it down.
“Professor, did you bring me to the Manor in the hopes of fucking me?” she asked him directly. If he had, she would be disappointed. The Potions Master looked at her thoughtfully, trying to decide how much to tell her.
“No, Miss Granger, I did not. I brought you here in order for you to work on finding a solution to the Killing curse. I had no designs on you when I showed an interest in your work. My intentions were to provide you a worry-free environment in which to complete the task,” he said. And this was true.
“Were?” she said, her eyebrows raised.
“And still is, Miss Granger. That much hasn’t changed,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “Finding an answer to the horror that is the Avada Kedavra curse is the most important reason for you being here. You are a brilliant young woman, Miss Granger, and although I may not have shown it during your days at Hogwarts, I have always admired that about you. You have an amazing mind.”
Hermione cocked her head at him.
“I don’t think my mind is your only focus, Professor,” she said evenly.
“Miss Granger, I can assure you that up to a few days ago, my interest in you was purely cerebral,” he said.
“So what changed, Professor?” she asked him, interested.
Severus thought about this.
“I can’t tell you precisely, Miss Granger. But I know you have a positive effect on me. Your constant search for knowledge and determination to make the world a better place gives me a sense of hope, and helping you with your work, gives me a sense of purpose. I don’t know why I survived the reign of Voldemort, Miss Granger…I think sometimes it would have been better if I had died with the Dark Lord. These years have been painful ones, full of guilt that I lived when so many died by my hand, even as I worked toward the good. Hated, reviled, I saw no purpose for continuance, for living, but live I did, throwing myself into my work at Hogwarts, still dissatisfied, but at least doing something of worth. Then I run into you, and you have this marvelous work that you need assistance with, and I think to myself helping you would bring purpose to my life again. And it has, Miss Granger.”
He leaned forward, speaking in a lower tone.
“If you had come to this Manor a month ago, you would have found a very different domicile. The whole house was shuttered, immersed in darkness. And the labs…I knew you knew they had served a dark purpose. I never visited the lower levels after the Final Battle. I wouldn’t even spend the night here. For eight long years this house has been a place of evil and loss. But your work brought me hope of something better, something I could do to redeem myself in the process of helping you. I couldn’t let such a hope come to a place of darkness, and I opened the Manor again and wiped the remembrance of the Dark Lord clean. It is now a place of light and life, Miss Granger, and that is because of you.”
Severus shifted a bit uneasily in his chair, then continued.
“I guess I am hoping, Miss Granger, that you may be able to do for me, what you’ve done for my Manor. Bring me life and light in the process of finding your answers, in a very personal way. I have not been attracted to a specific woman in many, many years Miss Granger. Because of the things I’ve done, I believed I did not deserve to be happy. Since forming this association with you, this is the closest I’ve been to happiness in a long, long time. It is intoxicating. If merely associating with you has this effect on my life …”
The Potions Master stopped talking.
Hermione knew what he was thinking. If merely associating with her brought him a sense of purpose, and made his life feel meaningful, then he thought being intimate with her would bring him even greater rewards. He thought she was his answer to the pain he lived with. She looked at the Professor for the first time seeing him as a man, a potential lover within her reach. But there was so much darkness with him, so much baggage, so much she didn’t know about him.
She wanted him, but knew that could simply be because she had gone without sex so long. Involving herself with him could be disastrous in the long run. But gods, he was so sexy. If anyone had told her years ago that she would one day be lusting after the snarky, cold-hearted bastard that was her Potions Master, she would have told them they needed a long vacation in St. Mungo’s psychiatric wing.
She had never slept with a wizard as mature as he was. He was bound to be more experienced than the young wizards she had brief, disappointing relationships with. But then, there was the history between them. They had never got along. He actually went out of his way to torment her. But then she had been a student, a young girl. Now she was a woman, and the game had changed. He obviously did not see the child she was, but the woman she’d become. And he wanted her.
Hermione forced her libido back into control. She couldn’t fly into this. Too much was at stake. But she needed to be sure of his intentions. She needed to be sure if she wanted this, because they would be working with each other and if it did not work out, things would be horribly awkward, and might affect the project negatively. She looked at him.
“Professor, are you saying you want to fuck me, or you want a relationship with me? Because I’m not just going to spread my legs for you and be treated like one of the women at that brothel you go to. Used and pushed aside. I may be alone, Professor, and rather desperate for some intimate contact with a man, but I won’t let myself be used to slake a momentary thirst of yours,” she said.
The Potions Master’s eyes went hard.
“Miss Granger, I pay good money to fuck at that brothel. If fucking is all I wanted, then I could continue to go there. As I’ve told you, I respect you, Miss Granger. You bring something to my life that I need. My desire for you goes far deeper than quick shag. I am not trying to take advantage of your current desire for a man, Miss Granger, though knowing you want the pleasure I can give you does affect me. What I want, is for you to return my feelings…to have a true desire for me, not as a man who can fuck you and bring you release, but as someone who you truly want to touch you, and more than one time. I do not want to be used and pushed aside either, Miss Granger. That is the story of my life, and I am sick of it,” he said bitterly.
Hermione looked at him a few moments.
“You want a lot, Professor. As it stands, I find you intriguing and am beginning to see you as something other than my snarky Professor from Hogwarts, but I don’t know if I can want you the way you want me to. What you want takes time to develop, Professor,” Hermione said softly.
Severus looked at her.
“I am willing to wait, Miss Granger,” he said, “but will you allow me to try and sway your decision?”
“How do you intend to do that?” Hermione asked him, studying him intently.
“The way most men do,” he responded, rising from his seat and walking over to her. He stood behind her chair. Hermione could feel his heat. She didn’t turn to look at him however. She sat there, her eyes straight.
Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders. Warm, firm and masculine.
“By taking time with you,” he whispered, as he began to massage her shoulders, his pale hands gliding across her flesh, working it gently but firmly.
Hermione let her eyes close and her head roll back as Severus worked his magic on her, his eyes looking down at her as his hands caressed her flesh. She was so soft. He slid both hands over her throat, letting his fingers slip behind her ears, rubbing the sensitive spots sensuously. Hermione sighed. He let his hands slip down to the hollow of her throat, and she leaned her head to the side, exposing her neck. It took all his strength not to press his lips to the pulsing artery. He slid his palms over her collarbone, and let his fingers dip dangerously low for a moment. Hermione gasped as his fingers just missed the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt. Severus moved back to her shoulders and then to her upper back. Hermione hung her head forward, and he used his thumbs on the small vertebrate of her neck, pushing gently but firmly. Hermione groaned, and Severus felt himself tighten.
Hermione was lost to the feeling of his hands on her. They felt even better than she imagined in her shower fantasy. It was like they knew where to go, what to touch, how much pressure to apply. She was relaxing all right…right into a shuddering puddle of need. But after her tough conversation, she had to act with the strength of her convictions. But it was easier to stick to her convictions when he was sitting at a safe distance across a table, than when he stood inches from her, working bliss into her skin. Suddenly he let her go. She made a small, uncontrollable noise of disappointment.
Severus leaned down and whispered in her ear in a low, seductive voice, “Did that feel good, Miss Granger?”
“Yes,” Hermione replied.
“And think,” he whispered, so close she could feel his warm breath on her ear, “it was just your shoulders.” He straightened.
Hermione shuddered. His voice was amazing. Where did he learn to use it like that? There was so much she didn’t know about him, but gods…he really was delicious.
Suddenly, the Potions Master was all business again. He took her arm gently, raising her from the chair, and turning her towards him. He was very close, however. Mere inches from her. Hermione’s belly felt like molten lead.
“Come, Miss Granger. Supper is over and it’s late. You have an early day ahead of you tomorrow morning. Your lab equipment arrives. You are going to have to oversee the setup,” he said, guiding her through the double doors and leading her down the corridor to the lift.
How could he turn off like that?
The Potion’s Master pressed the wall and the doors to the lift opened. They stepped inside and rode through the drop in silence. The doors opened and the couple stepped out. Severus walked her to the door of her study.
“This is as far as I go tonight, Miss Granger,” he said softly, knowing she caught the double meaning of his words. Hermione’s eyes were quite heated, and she was ripe for seduction, he knew. But he knew what he wanted from the witch. An admission of real desire of her own free will. Her admission would make his possession of her all the sweeter.
Hermione looked up at the Potion Master, all heat and mixed emotions. Why didn’t he at least try to kiss her? She knew why. It would lead to more and he said he would wait. He was a man of his word, damn him. She sighed.
“Good night, Professor,” she said hesitating.
Severus bowed, lifted her hand and kissed it gently, his eyes lifted to her face as he moved his lips over her skin subtly, sending little spasms of pleasure up her arm.
He released her hand, and Hermione instantly brought her other hand to the place where his lips had touched her, and rubbed the spot gently as she backed into her study.
“Good night, Miss Granger,” he said, his eyes dark as he looked at her. Then he suddenly apparated. Hermione gasped in surprise as the sound of thunder followed him. What an exit.
Hermione walked into her bedroom, her belly whirling with desire, her panties soaked. Shit. She should have let the Potions Master fuck her. Just thrown herself on him. The hell with conviction, restraint and caution. She was horny, damn it.
Hermione divestoed her dress and climbed into bed, immediately visualizing her fantasy lover, her small fingers going right to work.
This time, he had a face.
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A/N: All right. Before I am flamed to death for not getting them together and doing the do, remember, Hermione has only been there two days. It’s just too soon. She has to at least get some work done on the project, and Severus has to have time to drive her (and us) over the edge. It’s all about the tension, people. The TENSION! Personally, I like to watch Severus in action. He is just soooo delicious. Tease me please. Lol. Anyway, please review.
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Chapter 27 ~ Severus Lays it on the Line
Hermione sat back, calming herself. This situation was getting so heated. The Potions Master continued looking at her heatedly. She took another sip of wine, her eyes resting on him over the glass. She set it down.
“Professor, did you bring me to the Manor in the hopes of fucking me?” she asked him directly. If he had, she would be disappointed. The Potions Master looked at her thoughtfully, trying to decide how much to tell her.
“No, Miss Granger, I did not. I brought you here in order for you to work on finding a solution to the Killing curse. I had no designs on you when I showed an interest in your work. My intentions were to provide you a worry-free environment in which to complete the task,” he said. And this was true.
“Were?” she said, her eyebrows raised.
“And still is, Miss Granger. That much hasn’t changed,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “Finding an answer to the horror that is the Avada Kedavra curse is the most important reason for you being here. You are a brilliant young woman, Miss Granger, and although I may not have shown it during your days at Hogwarts, I have always admired that about you. You have an amazing mind.”
Hermione cocked her head at him.
“I don’t think my mind is your only focus, Professor,” she said evenly.
“Miss Granger, I can assure you that up to a few days ago, my interest in you was purely cerebral,” he said.
“So what changed, Professor?” she asked him, interested.
Severus thought about this.
“I can’t tell you precisely, Miss Granger. But I know you have a positive effect on me. Your constant search for knowledge and determination to make the world a better place gives me a sense of hope, and helping you with your work, gives me a sense of purpose. I don’t know why I survived the reign of Voldemort, Miss Granger…I think sometimes it would have been better if I had died with the Dark Lord. These years have been painful ones, full of guilt that I lived when so many died by my hand, even as I worked toward the good. Hated, reviled, I saw no purpose for continuance, for living, but live I did, throwing myself into my work at Hogwarts, still dissatisfied, but at least doing something of worth. Then I run into you, and you have this marvelous work that you need assistance with, and I think to myself helping you would bring purpose to my life again. And it has, Miss Granger.”
He leaned forward, speaking in a lower tone.
“If you had come to this Manor a month ago, you would have found a very different domicile. The whole house was shuttered, immersed in darkness. And the labs…I knew you knew they had served a dark purpose. I never visited the lower levels after the Final Battle. I wouldn’t even spend the night here. For eight long years this house has been a place of evil and loss. But your work brought me hope of something better, something I could do to redeem myself in the process of helping you. I couldn’t let such a hope come to a place of darkness, and I opened the Manor again and wiped the remembrance of the Dark Lord clean. It is now a place of light and life, Miss Granger, and that is because of you.”
Severus shifted a bit uneasily in his chair, then continued.
“I guess I am hoping, Miss Granger, that you may be able to do for me, what you’ve done for my Manor. Bring me life and light in the process of finding your answers, in a very personal way. I have not been attracted to a specific woman in many, many years Miss Granger. Because of the things I’ve done, I believed I did not deserve to be happy. Since forming this association with you, this is the closest I’ve been to happiness in a long, long time. It is intoxicating. If merely associating with you has this effect on my life …”
The Potions Master stopped talking.
Hermione knew what he was thinking. If merely associating with her brought him a sense of purpose, and made his life feel meaningful, then he thought being intimate with her would bring him even greater rewards. He thought she was his answer to the pain he lived with. She looked at the Professor for the first time seeing him as a man, a potential lover within her reach. But there was so much darkness with him, so much baggage, so much she didn’t know about him.
She wanted him, but knew that could simply be because she had gone without sex so long. Involving herself with him could be disastrous in the long run. But gods, he was so sexy. If anyone had told her years ago that she would one day be lusting after the snarky, cold-hearted bastard that was her Potions Master, she would have told them they needed a long vacation in St. Mungo’s psychiatric wing.
She had never slept with a wizard as mature as he was. He was bound to be more experienced than the young wizards she had brief, disappointing relationships with. But then, there was the history between them. They had never got along. He actually went out of his way to torment her. But then she had been a student, a young girl. Now she was a woman, and the game had changed. He obviously did not see the child she was, but the woman she’d become. And he wanted her.
Hermione forced her libido back into control. She couldn’t fly into this. Too much was at stake. But she needed to be sure of his intentions. She needed to be sure if she wanted this, because they would be working with each other and if it did not work out, things would be horribly awkward, and might affect the project negatively. She looked at him.
“Professor, are you saying you want to fuck me, or you want a relationship with me? Because I’m not just going to spread my legs for you and be treated like one of the women at that brothel you go to. Used and pushed aside. I may be alone, Professor, and rather desperate for some intimate contact with a man, but I won’t let myself be used to slake a momentary thirst of yours,” she said.
The Potions Master’s eyes went hard.
“Miss Granger, I pay good money to fuck at that brothel. If fucking is all I wanted, then I could continue to go there. As I’ve told you, I respect you, Miss Granger. You bring something to my life that I need. My desire for you goes far deeper than quick shag. I am not trying to take advantage of your current desire for a man, Miss Granger, though knowing you want the pleasure I can give you does affect me. What I want, is for you to return my feelings…to have a true desire for me, not as a man who can fuck you and bring you release, but as someone who you truly want to touch you, and more than one time. I do not want to be used and pushed aside either, Miss Granger. That is the story of my life, and I am sick of it,” he said bitterly.
Hermione looked at him a few moments.
“You want a lot, Professor. As it stands, I find you intriguing and am beginning to see you as something other than my snarky Professor from Hogwarts, but I don’t know if I can want you the way you want me to. What you want takes time to develop, Professor,” Hermione said softly.
Severus looked at her.
“I am willing to wait, Miss Granger,” he said, “but will you allow me to try and sway your decision?”
“How do you intend to do that?” Hermione asked him, studying him intently.
“The way most men do,” he responded, rising from his seat and walking over to her. He stood behind her chair. Hermione could feel his heat. She didn’t turn to look at him however. She sat there, her eyes straight.
Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders. Warm, firm and masculine.
“By taking time with you,” he whispered, as he began to massage her shoulders, his pale hands gliding across her flesh, working it gently but firmly.
Hermione let her eyes close and her head roll back as Severus worked his magic on her, his eyes looking down at her as his hands caressed her flesh. She was so soft. He slid both hands over her throat, letting his fingers slip behind her ears, rubbing the sensitive spots sensuously. Hermione sighed. He let his hands slip down to the hollow of her throat, and she leaned her head to the side, exposing her neck. It took all his strength not to press his lips to the pulsing artery. He slid his palms over her collarbone, and let his fingers dip dangerously low for a moment. Hermione gasped as his fingers just missed the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt. Severus moved back to her shoulders and then to her upper back. Hermione hung her head forward, and he used his thumbs on the small vertebrate of her neck, pushing gently but firmly. Hermione groaned, and Severus felt himself tighten.
Hermione was lost to the feeling of his hands on her. They felt even better than she imagined in her shower fantasy. It was like they knew where to go, what to touch, how much pressure to apply. She was relaxing all right…right into a shuddering puddle of need. But after her tough conversation, she had to act with the strength of her convictions. But it was easier to stick to her convictions when he was sitting at a safe distance across a table, than when he stood inches from her, working bliss into her skin. Suddenly he let her go. She made a small, uncontrollable noise of disappointment.
Severus leaned down and whispered in her ear in a low, seductive voice, “Did that feel good, Miss Granger?”
“Yes,” Hermione replied.
“And think,” he whispered, so close she could feel his warm breath on her ear, “it was just your shoulders.” He straightened.
Hermione shuddered. His voice was amazing. Where did he learn to use it like that? There was so much she didn’t know about him, but gods…he really was delicious.
Suddenly, the Potions Master was all business again. He took her arm gently, raising her from the chair, and turning her towards him. He was very close, however. Mere inches from her. Hermione’s belly felt like molten lead.
“Come, Miss Granger. Supper is over and it’s late. You have an early day ahead of you tomorrow morning. Your lab equipment arrives. You are going to have to oversee the setup,” he said, guiding her through the double doors and leading her down the corridor to the lift.
How could he turn off like that?
The Potion’s Master pressed the wall and the doors to the lift opened. They stepped inside and rode through the drop in silence. The doors opened and the couple stepped out. Severus walked her to the door of her study.
“This is as far as I go tonight, Miss Granger,” he said softly, knowing she caught the double meaning of his words. Hermione’s eyes were quite heated, and she was ripe for seduction, he knew. But he knew what he wanted from the witch. An admission of real desire of her own free will. Her admission would make his possession of her all the sweeter.
Hermione looked up at the Potion Master, all heat and mixed emotions. Why didn’t he at least try to kiss her? She knew why. It would lead to more and he said he would wait. He was a man of his word, damn him. She sighed.
“Good night, Professor,” she said hesitating.
Severus bowed, lifted her hand and kissed it gently, his eyes lifted to her face as he moved his lips over her skin subtly, sending little spasms of pleasure up her arm.
He released her hand, and Hermione instantly brought her other hand to the place where his lips had touched her, and rubbed the spot gently as she backed into her study.
“Good night, Miss Granger,” he said, his eyes dark as he looked at her. Then he suddenly apparated. Hermione gasped in surprise as the sound of thunder followed him. What an exit.
Hermione walked into her bedroom, her belly whirling with desire, her panties soaked. Shit. She should have let the Potions Master fuck her. Just thrown herself on him. The hell with conviction, restraint and caution. She was horny, damn it.
Hermione divestoed her dress and climbed into bed, immediately visualizing her fantasy lover, her small fingers going right to work.
This time, he had a face.
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A/N: All right. Before I am flamed to death for not getting them together and doing the do, remember, Hermione has only been there two days. It’s just too soon. She has to at least get some work done on the project, and Severus has to have time to drive her (and us) over the edge. It’s all about the tension, people. The TENSION! Personally, I like to watch Severus in action. He is just soooo delicious. Tease me please. Lol. Anyway, please review.