All Hallows Eve

Author's note:

See, I finally completed a story. Lol!

FLBanshee, Angel, Shmoe, Bella, Chris, Maria, Punkin, here it is, a day or so longer than I wanted it to be but I had to wait for inspiration.

Iloveseverussnape: Thank you for your comments, I try not to stray out of character. Keeping them in canon is next to impossible, but I really try hard to keep them believeable.

thanks to all the reviewers! Keep it up!


Here lies lots of lemons.


Three

Satisfy him? As in…copulate? Hermione’s eyes grew wider as a sly smile spread across Severus’ face. It was surprising to see the wizard smile, as Hermione had not thought him capable of it.

In the space of a moment, Hermione’s darkest, deepest fantasies were attempting to come true and it both elated her and frightened her half to death. This was no boy wizard but a grown man.

“I hear no protestations,” Severus whispered, nuzzling the soft skin of her neck, tasting.

“We would be breaking every rule there is to be broken,” Hermione gasped, unable to move away from the warm mouth that sliding around to her throat.

Long fingers were rapidly opening the front of her robes and shoving the garment off her shoulders to slide to the ground.

“Gods forbid that Miss Granger , upholder of all rules so sacred at Hogwarts would break one.”

She was rooted to the spot as his fingers slowly opened each button on her white blouse, one by one. He looked not at her body but deep into her eyes with pupils that burned her to the core and set her afire inside.

Hands slid around her waist and opened the single button of Hermione’s skirt, followed by the sound of the zipper coming open. Calloused palms rubbed across her hips, their heat being keenly felt through the cotton of her plain knickers.

“You sleep with me, Hermione, you will be mine,” he hissed. “Anyone who dares touch you will face my wrath.”

Hermione couldn’t find any words to answer him. The wizard’s actions were too distracting.

“I was once an upholder of rules. However, in this case, I intend to break as many as possible.” Severus circled around to her back, one hand coming to her belly to press her back to his front. The hardness against her back was unmistakable. Whatever Hermione had done to him, she’d done it well. He ground his erection against her. “And there is no one here to stop me.”

“Please,” Hermione said.

“There’s no turning back now,” he told her. “You sat in class wishing for this. I am seeing that you get it.”

He spun her around and his lips captured hers once more as his talented hands divested her of her undergarments. Hermione was shocked to feel his bare skin against her. Somehow he’d managed to use magic to undress. Severus’ huge hands were cupping her jaws, and making Hermione respond to him.

“Yes, oh yes,” Hermione moaned as he fell to the floor, her in his arms. Warm fur rug rubbed against her bare skin. He’d done something to her, something that wouldn’t allow her to think. All she could do was ache inside for something more from him.


Inside, Severus was feeling smug with himself. Hermione Granger was all his now, just as he’d decided she would be. The witch was aroused; he could smell her musky scent. Much as he wanted to sample her down there, he was more interested at the moment in feeling her sheath him inside her wet, tight, little body.


Hermione opened her legs instinctively as he settled himself there; little sounds came from her at the first touch of his thick heat pressing against areas of her vagina that only her fingers had explored. A hand closed around each breast, kneading firmly, allowing the nipples to graze against the calluses on him palm.

“So sweet,” Severus muttered, nibbling along her jaw and down her neck. He was rocking against her slick center, growing harder. His fingers pinched and pulled at her hard nipples before lowering his mouth to nip and suck at each one in turn.

Hermione’s head rolled on the rug, nearly mindless with want. The wizard was tormenting her untried senses in a very raw way.

She forced her eyes to focus on him just as he looked up at her, his narrow lips wet. Her nipple popped out of his mouth and he sensuously licked the wetness off his lower lip.

“I’m going to take you now, Hermione,” he warned in a thick, low voice. Hermione watched both his hands stroke down her ribcage to her stomach, where they parted the puffy lips that waited for him.

She wanted to sink into the floor, but she couldn’t move as his thumbs rubbed the sticky wetness around below.

“You’re more than ready for me. You’re very wet.” Severus leaned up momentarily so he leering into her face. She bit her lip, and he laughed.

One thumb stroked down the barely open slit while the other slowly circled her clitoris before flicking across it softly.

Hermione cried out at the touch. Her hips curled up, urging him to shove a finger in, which he did.

“Like that, do you? I can promise you, silly girl, that there’s more to come.”

Severus moved his hands to her arms, sliding down their lengths before capturing the wrists and pinning them above her head. He pushed her legs further apart with his lightly haired thighs.

Hermione was breathing hard, mouth open and eyes wide and glassy.

A predatory smile came from Severus as he probed her entrance, pushing into the tightness.

“Gods,” Hermione gasped. “Stop. That hurts.”

“Too late for regrets, Hermione,” he grunted, gritting his teeth and shoving his length in.


A strangled sound came from her and she attempted to dislodge him. The wizard was too heavy for her and had her well and truly pinned to the floor.

His shaft was thick and heavy and hot inside her. It burned; this feeling that went deep inside. They were both panting as he withdrew and slowly slid back in. Hermione winced at the first few thrusts, the pain starting to lessen with each one.

As Severus began a steady rhythm, the pain did ebb completely. By that time, Hermione was starting to welcome his movements, and only when she began rocking her hips back upwards did he release her wrists to brace his arms against the floor.

Her wet tight sheath was addictive to him and he was thrusting into her relentlessly. Hermione’s hands came to his shoulders and her nails dug into them. Severus paid them no mind.

“More, oh please, Sir, more,” Hermione cried. A tightening was starting deep inside where the head of his engorged penis was pumping. Each thrust only tightening the feeling, making it run the entire length of her sheath.

She was close to coming. Severus could feel her tightening around him. He increased the strength of his strokes, pummeling her. That was all it took. Hermione screamed, her head thrashing, as her entire being centered where they were joined.

The strong grip of her sheath convulsing milked at Severus and he felt himself lose it; he flooded Hermione with his semen before collapsing entirely into her arms.

It was some time before Hermione came back to herself. Severus was enclosed in her arms, dozing as she stroked his damp hair.

Hermione grinned.


~Finis~