Never Piss Off a House-Elf

Raina and Hermione woke late and took breakfast in Hermione's music room. Hermione heard Severus moving around in his study and then his lab, but she kept her attention on Raina. They got dressed and Raina gave Hermione a big hug before they headed out so Raina could apparate home.


"Raina, feel free to come over whenever, just give me a buzz so I can be here," Hermione said, and Raina nodded. "And so I can make sure Halain isn't. You'll have to tell me at some point why you don't like him."


"Yup, but not today. See ya later, luv," Raina said, disapparating with a small crack.


Hermione waited for a moment, taking in the beauty of the lands before she headed back inside. She looked around, listening, before she headed for Severus's lab.


It as time to get to work.


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Hermione headed for Severus's labs and noticed he'd left his wards down. She assumed it was for her benefit and walked straight in. Severus was in the middle of stirring multiple brews, humming quietly to himself. Hermione wondered what he'd do to her if she told anyone else that he hummed while he brewed. She decided not to test the idea. Instead, she cleared her throat and asked Severus what he was doing.


He grunted and kept examining his potions. Hermione cleared her throat and repeated her question. Getting the same response, Hermione walked over to stand next to Severus and asked him yet again. Waiting a few more minutes, Hermione was about to turn heel and leave when Severus turned to her.


"You wanted something?" he asked pleasantly. Hermione glared at him; sometimes he was so smug she wanted to smack him. "I haven't all day, you know. I have brewing to do."


"I know. That's why I came down here. I thought I could help you with your project," Hermione offered. She'd be bored to tears waiting for Bill and Fleur's wedding if Severus wouldn't allow her to help.


"I've started brewing for the upcoming term, but you may continue and add to them. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will appreciate your efforts," Severus said, not meeting Hermione's eyes.


"I thought I would~--"


"I have multiple projects, Hermione. If you would be so kind as to take this one on for me, it would free be up for the more arduous things I have to do. And perhaps once you have the more mundane potions, you may brew Lupin's wolf's bane. Under my supervision, of course," Severus said, and Hermione had to accept it.


"If I finish these potions for the Infirmary, will you let me look at the notes for your other projects?" Hermione asked, reaching around Severus to grab a mortar and pestle for her brewing.


"I may, but I make no promises. Some of the things I'm working on are quite dangerous. Besides, they are my projects."


"Too dangerous? Your projects? I hate to break it to you, Severus, but I was there in the Final Battle, and I think we'll have to learn to share projects," Hermione protested, setting her tools down. "And we have to share things about ourselves as well."


Severus groaned. "Hermione, I don't want to have a heart to heart with you. But every time we are alone, we either snog each other senseless or I end up pouring out more of my history to you. Well, here are a few things you need to know: I don't enjoy the kind of soul-searching you seem to, I prefer to work alone, and I was at the Final Battle as well. Stop looking at me like that. I'm not the hero Albus would like to make of me."


Hermione frowned at Severus for a moment before the frown cracked into a smile.


"What, witch?" Severus barked, turning his back on her and hunching over his own lab bench. He was grousing to himself about her and the situation. Hermione quietly set all her things aside, stirring the potions near her before she tiptoed up behind Severus, slipping her arms around his slim waist. "What are you doing?"


"Severus, you're not a hero, and I refuse to make you into a hero. But you are the epitome of the anti-hero," Hermione breathed, leaning against his back. He tried to straighten and shake her off, but her grip was too tight.


"An anti-hero is still a hero, Hermione. I'm a former Deatheater, former spy, killer, liar, and I have a number of other sins that I refuse to name to an innocent such as you," Severus said gruffly. "Let me go, witch."


Hermione shook her head against him. "No. Severus, you are the anti-hero, and you've been things and done things you aren't proud of; if you were, you wouldn't be here, and neither would I. But even if you've done such things, you are still the most honest man I've met.


"You admit your wrongdoings, and they affect you. You admit that you've been a Deatheater, a spy, but you refuse to be acclaimed for the good you've done, preferring to be chastised for the evil. You don't want to be a hero, but we ~-- no, I can't allow you to make yourself into a monster.


"And you're honest, so bloody honest. When you do things, you admit your motive. Harry and Ron, much as I love them, can't admit that they want so desperately to be heroes, to be loved for the great things they do. Sometimes I worry what they'll do now that the war is over. But you, you just want to live in relative obscurity, brewing and teaching.

"And I've gone and given you a family you never wanted," Hermione finished sadly, resting her body against Severus's. "I don't think I ever apologized correctly. I am sorry, Severus, and I would let you off this hook if I could."


Severus sighed and managed to loosen Hermione's grip on his waist just enough to turn around so he could hold her. Her head was bowed, and Severus leaned down just enough to rest his chin on the top of her head. He leaned back against the lab bench and laced his fingers together behind Hermione, bringing them down to cup her behind and lifting her up just enough so his lips could meet hers.


Severus's lips met Hermione's in a gentle assault, his lips against her slightly damp ones. She'd been crying, and her tears gave the kiss a slightly salty taste. Severus found the combined taste intoxicating; he used his tongue to trace her lips, nudging them apart so he could taste her. All his plans to drag out the seduction flew his head as she started making those little sounds designed to drive him wild.


Severus shifted Hermione in his arms, so he could bring one hand up to cup her head and neck. His hand caught on her hair and pulled. He hurried to apologize, but was cut off when she moaned at it. He smiled, twisting his hand in her hair and pulling her head back slightly. She shifted against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he growled.


"Severus," she drawled, pulling away from his hand at her head until it reached tension again. She shuddered, and he leaned forward, attaching his mouth to her throat. He licked and sucked, finally biting. Hermione gasped and bucked in his hands. Severus carefully brought the two of them down until they were resting on their knees. Severus grabbed Hermione's arms and pressed her against the lab bench, aligning her arms with the top of the bench.


"Hermione, hold on to the bench. Don't let go, or you won't like it," Severus said, breathing the words in her ear. Hermione whimpered, but her face was red in anticipation. "Ah, yes, the blush I am coming to adore."


Hermione closed her eyes and turned her head aside. Severus sighed, leaning in close so he could, his nose rubbing against her ear. Hermione made a mewling sound, and Severus made one of those smug male chuckles men always make as they incite passion in unsuspecting women.


Severus licked her ear and kissed his way down her jaw before moving down her throat. He opened her hastily-donned robes, revealing her t-shirt and shorts. Severus ran his wand down her shirt and shorts, and they fell away cleanly, revealing her soft, bra-covered breasts and slightly rounded stomach. He licked and kissed his way down her cleavage, slipping his tongue between her breasts, mimicking the act itself, alternating long and short strokes until Hermione's breath was coming fast.


"Hold on to that bench, or I'll take you over my lap," Severus said in a rough voice. Hermione's eyes opened and she looked at him, licking her lip. "On second thought, let go of that bench and I won't."


Hermione's eyes were locked on Severus's as he kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel before he moved down even farther. He shoved the remnants of her shorts aside, shooting Hermione dark eyes before he ripped her panties. He inhaled deeply, her musk exciting him as he leaned down, adjusting his posture until he could kiss her most intimate parts.


Slipping a finger into her, Severus watched Hermione's face contort as he moved the digit carefully around her opening. He circled her clit with his thumb and was rewarded with a gush of moisture. He pulled his hand from her and brought it to his mouth, licking it off carefully while he watched Hermione. He reached up and unsnapped her bra expertly with one hand, slipping it down her shoulders and flinging it across the lab. He licked a finger and traced her nipple, causing it to harden. He smiled and applied his mouth to the hard peak.


He suckled one, then the other until they were hard enough to flick. Hermione gasped and arched her back, thrusting her bosom at Severus a few times, her body caught in a rhythm. Severus smiled and knelt back down again, applying his mouth where his hand had been moments ago. Hermione sighed as Severus slipped his tongue along her slit, teasing her clit until she flooded his mouth. His tongue darted into her, and Hermione rose up on her knees, crying his name.


"Gods," Severus breathed, getting off his stomach and grabbing Hermione from her strange posture against the bench, pushing her down until her back rested on the floor. Severus carefully moved her legs so they wouldn't cramp before he opened his own robes, freeing his erection from its confines. Hermione caught him in her hand, and Severus groaned.


He grabbed her hand and twisted it away from himself. She let him go, and Severus grabbed her other hand, holding them both above her head. He shifted her hands until he was grasping both of her wrists in one hand. He flipped her so she was on her side, and he brought his other hand down soundly on her bum, the crack of the impact echoing in the lab.


"I didn’t say you could move, did I?" Severus rasped. Hermione's sighs and moans were exciting him even more, and as her eyes fluttered open and shut of their own volition, he smiled. He moved his swatting hand from her rear and brought it up to her nipple, pinching until he heard her breath hitch. He put his mouth by her ear, breathing into it as he swatted her again. "Like it, do you, Poppet?"


"Ah!" Hermione gasped, looking at Severus. Her eyes were dilated, and Severus could tell she was almost gone. He swatted her a few more times, and she came with a cry. Hermione managed to flip back onto her back a few minutes afterwards, and she looked Severus squarely in the eye as she let her knees fall apart, revealing her pink lips. She rolled her hips, and Severus couldn't take it any longer.


Severus slid into Hermione in one fluid movement, and she creamed immediately. She was saying things, screaming things, all in the heat of the passion Severus had inspired in her. She met his every thrust, clasping him to her breast as they neared the peak of their passion. Severus grunted as he heaved into her, rubbing against her clit where he could. He glued his mouth to Hermione's thrusting his tongue into her mouth as savagely as he heaved his cock into her puss.


"Severus," Hermione breathed as his thrusts came faster and faster. Her eyes snapped open as she cried his name. "Severus!"


""Ngh!" Severus grunted as he felt his balls tighten. He wanted it to last forever, but the boiling pressure told him it wouldn't. "Hermione!"


Severus kept pounding into Hermione as he got soft, finally falling out of her as his erection diminished. He rested his head on her chest between her breasts, his breathing ragged as Hermione's, both floating back to earth. She was giggling a bit, and Severus reached up and tweaked her nipple. She groaned, and he tweaked again, increasing the pressure until he felt her orgasm again under him.


"Professor's Little Masochist," he chided, leaning up so he could kiss her lips.


"Do you mind?" Hermione asked, trying to rearrange him on her body.


"No, Poppet."