The Storm

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For five nights the tempest raged outside Grimmauld place. The days were clear and blue, yet the nights were filled with only lightening and thunder. The storms had brought a heat to the nights that were so intense no one could remember when the last time something like this happened.

For Hermione, the fever also brought dreams.

She’d begun to have them the night following her adventures with Lucius in the drawing room. In her dreams, Lucius was pounding into her, using her body as he had just a day ago. He repeatedly slammed into her, smirking down at her as her body flushed, her head flinging from side to side. She closed her eyes as he fiercely possessed her, moaning and panting as she clutched at his hair. Only now his hair felt different to her. Where it used to feel soft and fine, it now had a slight oiliness and feel to it that was different, though she couldn’t quite explain how. When she furrowed her brows she heard a masculine chuckle that was different then the ones Lucius would give her.

She opened her eyes to find Severus Snape ramming himself inside her, his eyes dark and possessive. She knew in her mind that she should be fighting him, trying to force him to get off her. She should feel violated, that this was wrong, and that he had no right to her body like this.

And yet, the feel of his thick cock stretching her beyond anything she had experienced before only seemed to turn her on, reminding her of how arousing it had been to be with Lucius, someone she never should have opened up for. She heard herself gasping and moaning wantonly as her former Professor snarled at her, her body tightening and her muscles clenching around him. She felt her climax approaching. It seemed that Severus could anticipate her orgasm, as he bent his head and clenched her nipple between his teeth, pulling slightly on her already hardened nipple, the combined pain and pleasure sending her over the edge, coming with a scream, clutching his shoulders as he continued to pump himself inside her. He found his own release moments later, flinging his head back and groaning out his pleasure as he shot his seed inside her.

Hermione awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding and sweat dripping off her body. A throbbing came from between her legs, an emptiness that begged to be filled by a thick, hard cock. Her wet panties clung to her body and she groaned.

It would figure that the first time she wore panties to bed in weeks she would ruin them.

She sunk back into her bed, sighing and closing her eyes. She listened in the darkness, the house and its occupants making no noise in the pre-dawn hours.

It seemed she was the only poor soul that was awake.

Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to slow her breathing in order to calm herself so she could go back to sleep. Instead, images of the dark Potions Master fucking her brutally flittered through her mind. The images changed after awhile to Lucius inside her. She could handle imagining that, as it had already happened, but when the images swiftly changed to include both Severus and Lucius pounding away at her, she felt lust stirring in her stomach.

With a frustrated groan, Hermione opened her eyes. It was still raining outside and she watched the rain splash against the window from across the room. Not only was it raining, but it felt suffocating in her room, her sweat-drenched blankets wrapped around her oppressively.

Gods damn Severus Snape and Gods damn those insufferable dreams.

Hermione begrudgingly swung her legs over the side of her bed. Maybe some tea would help her out and calm her nerves. Besides, all was quiet in the house. Tea and some quiet seemed to be just what she might need.

She silently padded across her room, opening the door and sneaking out. She crept through the dark hallways to the basement kitchen, taking care as she passed Mrs. Black portrait. Easing the kitchen door shut behind her, she walked to the counter where the tea was kept, popping her neck and sighing as she went.

“Is the storm keeping you awake Miss Granger?” Hermione gasped, turning towards the silken voice of her ex-Potions professor.

“What are you doing down here?” Hermione asked as he stepped out of the shadows.

“I thought it would be obvious; the same thing you’re not doing,” he drawled out slowly. As he closed the distance between them, using the table as a buffer and allowing it to separate them, unbidden images flashed through her mind. He was pounding into her from behind as she screamed his name . . . her hair swinging wildly as she rode him hard and fact, his fingers pulling and twisting at her nipples . . . Lucius slamming into her as she sucked on Severus’ cock. .

Gods, she was throbbing. Once again she felt herself get wet, then realized that she could smell her own arousal.

With a start she wondered, with his large nose that was trained for Potions making, if he would be able to smell her. His black eyes hadn’t once left her own the whole time they’d been standing there, boring into her eyes with such intensity. Slowly, an evil smirk spread across his lips and she knew she was sunk.

“You will find, Miss Granger, that my nose isn’t just for looks,” her stomach dropped through to the floor as he said this. “It just so happens that my nose is wonderful at sussing out certain . . . aromas,” her face reddened as his voice poured over her like liquid silk. He slowly stepped out from behind the table, circumventing it until he was directly in front of her. Her eyes widened as he looked at her searchingly.

“How dare you enter my mind?” She asked him, her voice shaking. He just raised an eyebrow in answer to her question. She tried to flavor her question with courage but found that, even to her own ears, it only tasted frightened and meek.

“One doesn’t need to enter your mind to sense the images permeating your thoughts.” They were nose to nose now, Hermione not even realizing when they had gotten so close, that tightening that Lucius had caused flaring up in her body. “Not only could I smell you across the room, your arousal is naked on your face. So, even though I may have seen those images of Lucius and myself using your delicious body, your own body language and blatant lust gave you away,” he ended, placing the blame in Hermione’s lap.

But she was too lost in the Dark Wizard’s black eyes to pay attention. She didn’t want to be feeling this way towards her Professor, it was wrong, wrong and shameful beyond even spreading herself for Lucius. And yet, there was that arousal spiking through her body, that flush that swept across her skin, and, sweet Merlin, that wetness that caused her panties to stick to her as she dripped for him.

His hand reached out, slowly lowering the black strap of her camisole. She jumped at the contact of his fingers on her skin, shocking herself when she didn’t stop him. He sneered at her, moving his fingers to her other strap and lowering that one as well.

“Miss Granger, your skin is absolutely tempting. Let me finish what Lucius started,” he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Let me scratch that deep and aching itch he left you with.”

“How did you know?” Her voice came out breathless and she gave up trying to sound strong.

“Your images of Lucius are far to intimate. Besides, didn’t he tell you?” Severus ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. “We share many things.” She shivered, both from his tone of voice and from what he was doing to her ear. He caressed her earlobe with his teeth, sucking gently on the pliant flesh. The light grazing distracted Hermione from what else he was doing. She felt her tight nipples rubbing against the cloth of his robes, gasping when she realized he had pulled down the front of her shirt.

She jumped and tried to move away from him. “What are you doing?”

Severus growled. “Only what you know you want. Now stop moving!” He attempted to grab her but she further backed away from him. She felt her back hit the counter behind her and moaned, knowing that she was trapped now, his dark eyes glittering with desire as he matched her pace to meet her body with his once again. The cold, still air of the kitchen tickled her nipples and she shivered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“I don’t need to see into your mind to know how badly you want this, witch. It’s written all over your face and,” his gaze dipped down to her flushed chest. “Your body.” He grabbed her wrists and roughly pinned them to the counter behind her, causing her breasts to jerk due to the sudden movement. He firmly stared into her eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching upward ever so slightly at the fear and lust he saw mixed in her gaze. “Never hide yourself from me again.” He bent his head and placed his lips on her collarbone, licking and nibbling at the tender flesh. Her head fell back with a soft moan as his tongue played along the column of her throat. His lips moved down until they rested in the hollow of her breasts, seeking out a nipple and pulling at the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

“Professor,” she gasped, her voice husky.

“If you are going to engage in adult activities, I think it only fitting that you act like one,” his lips slipped over to her other nipple, Severus managing to still be the snarky Potions Master she had always known, even as he licked at her. “I must insist that you call me Severus.” He employed his teeth just as he had on her other nipple, pulling and stretching out her tender peak.

Hermione was lost to sensation. Her whole body felt aflame and right now she was sure she would agree to call Severus anything he wanted, just as long as he quenched this fire raging through her belly.

Her hips bucked forward of their own accord when he met his pelvis with hers, the evidence of his desire burning through her shorts.

“If I let go, do you promise not to run.” When Hermione’s eyes met his, he nodded at the darkened haze of lust that swirled in her golden depths. He let go of her wrists to grab at the hem of her shirt. Swiftly, he pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes blatantly traversed the creamy expense of her stomach, noticing that her waist nipped in delightfully under her ribcage and that, while she was certainly not a large young woman, she had not followed the too-thin trend that all her classmates had adhered to.

He ran his fingers down the side of her body, gooseflesh prickling her skin in the wake of his fingertips. He reached the waistband of her shorts and began to lower them, pushing her knickers down as well. His gaze lingered on the junction of her sex, before taking her shorts and knickers all the way to the floor. He helped her step out of them, and then kneeled down in front of her. He parted her thighs, focusing intently on her mound. When she was finally exposed to him, she gave a little hiccup, causing him to look up with his eyebrow quirked.

“Yes?” His voice was as calm as could be, as if her pussy were not in his face.

“Not – nothing.” He gave a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a soft growl, and then dove between her lips. She instantly grasped the counter ledge, pleasure racing through her body as he licked her clit. She had never felt anything like this. To think that her ex Professor could be flooding her body with these heavenly sensations was almost too much. She would have expected this from Lucius, as he seemed to be the more refined of the two, but Severus devoured her like a fine, gourmet meal, savoring her and letting her taste roll over his tongue. He dipped his tongue into her opening, drawing out her juices and swallowing them down. Hermione watched his eyes flutter shut as her tangy taste flooded his taste buds, only to shut her own eyes when he bit at her clit.

“So delicious, Hermione.” He started to lick faster at her bud, positioning a finger at her entrance. She shuddered as he inserted one finger, and then another, moving them rhythmically in tandem with the long, sure strokes of his tongue. She felt her body drawing in on itself and knew she was going to come soon. Her knees were weak, her fingernails scratching into the counter ledge.

Severus pulled once more at her clit with his teeth and she fell over that sweet edge. One hand shot out and clenched his hair, fisting it tightly as she wordlessly screamed her pleasure. Her hips bucked against his face, her stomach heaving, until finally the pleasure began to subside.

She felt herself coming back to Earth slowly, panting as she tried to regain control. She slowly opened her eyes, only to see Severus glaring up at her.

“Kindly untangle your claws from my hair, Miss Granger.” She winced, knowing that she had crossed some kind of line with him. She slowly let go of his hair, allowing him the opportunity to stand.

Suddenly, she felt very foolish, having just had a fantastic orgasm in Harry’s kitchen, delivered by their ex Professor, while he stood there, fully clothed and assessing her naked body.

“Get up on the table,” his voice was rough and his hand reached for his shirt. He began unbuttoning buttons as Hermione just watched, almost too awestruck to say anything. “Now, Miss Granger!”

She jumped, bristling at his tone of voice. So they were back to formalities. Huffing, she crossed her arms over her chest. “So I suppose I am to call you ‘Professor’ or ‘Sir’ from now on? You seem to wish for us to revert back to our previous state of addressing each other.”

He looked at her defiant stance and frowned slightly at her crossed arms. “Only foolish little twits cling onto each other when they engage in adult behaviors. Besides,” he snarled, opening his shirt with a flourish, pulling it from his trousers. “I would much prefer for you to call me ‘Master,’ as you are now mine.” He undid his belt buckle and his pants, letting them fall down around his ankles.
He was now stark naked, as it seemed he didn’t wear undergarments.

Hermione couldn’t help it, but her eyes were drawn to his cock. They widened as they took in his size, the head purple and leaking. It was the largest cock she had ever seen, which didn’t surprise her to much as she hadn’t seen Lucius’, really, and Ron and Viktor had been merely boys when they had shared their time together. It still looked incredibly hard, Hermione realized with a start, and too big for her body to fit. She swallowed nervously, her face coloring even more.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, it won’t bite you.”

Hermione looked back up into Severus’ black eyes, forgetting that the wizard attached to this thing was truly him. And then his words seemed to ring through her head and she frowned, her brow furrowing.
“What do you mean, I’m yours?”

His lips twisted into a cruel grimace. “You’ve felt what I can do for you. You see what I can use on you. You’ll be craving me before I am done with you tonight, witch. All thoughts of Lucius will be put from your mind,” he drawled, grabbing her arm. “Come, it is time for you to show me why you were top of your class.”

He pulled her around roughly and sat her on top of the table, pushing her back ever so slightly. He crawled on top of her, straddling her body, his angry cock poised at her entrance.

“Wait. You mean that we’re going to do this, here, on the table we eat on? We have Order meetings here!”

Severus growled and slammed into her, Hermione’s breath catching at the sudden thrust and the intensity at which he bottomed out.

“It is time you learned how to be silent, or I will use my cock to silence you.” He pulled out, all the way to the tip, and then slammed back in again, the table creaking below them. Hermione’s eyes widened at the pace he began to set, a hard and rough thrust that left her and the table shaking. He wasn’t fast about it, as he would pull out all the way, then slam into her, hold himself for a second, and repeat, but she knew she would be sorer then when Lucius had fucked her.

“Gods, witch, you are so wet. So warm and inviting. Tighten yourself around my cock,” Hermione felt a gush of arousal at his words, and immediately obeyed him, not even thinking twice of protesting or doing something else just to spite him. He groaned in appreciation, speeding up his thrusts just enough to add variation.

Her hips began to rock with his as she found his rhythm, their pelvises grinding together as their bodies met, time and again, on Harry’s kitchen table. Severus let his head fall back and grabbed her ankle, holding it up in the air so he could hit a different angle in her body.

“Yes! Yes, that’s it. You love this, don’t you? You love having me pound into you.” The new angle caused Severus to be able to reach a deeper spot in her, his cock rubbing over a tender place inside her body she didn’t know she had. She arched her back into him, her nipples brushing against his own. He snarled down at her, watching her face transform as her eyes closed and her brow furrowed, the look of someone being truly fucked washing over her.

He took his other hand and grabbed her other ankle, pushing that one back as well so that now her legs were in a V formation. She cried out at the deep penetration, gritting her teeth as he rode her savagely. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, shocking both Severus and herself.

It seemed that the extra bit of pain Severus had brought to their fucking had turned her on, making her want to feel even more. She roughly twisted her nipples, slamming her body back down into his, the sound of flesh striking flesh echoing throughout the kitchen.

“I wish everyone was here tonight so they could hear your lovely screams throughout the house. And then, when they came to see what was causing the virtuous Hermione Granger to wail her self-righteous head off, they would see her like this,” he leaned down to snarl in her head. “Laid out on the table, being fucked by her bastard of a Professor and resident Death Eater.” He nipped her ear, this time biting down hard, and soothing it with his tongue as she squirmed underneath. “And they would stand and watch until you came on my cock.”

Hermione’s back arched, her pussy contracted, and she came with a roar for the second time. She clutched at his back, her vision going white at the intense pleasure that racked her system, her body shuddering and shaking.

Severus flooded her at the same time, shooting his seed into her waiting cavity. He grunted as he pumped one more time into her, and then ceased all movement, collapsing down onto Hermione as he let her legs go. He lay there for a second, trying to get his breathing back to normal, feeling his heart slowly speeding down as he slipped out of her.

His head nestled in the crook of Hermione’s neck and he breathed in deeply, smelling that faint smell of cinnamon that she always seemed to have, and the raw, powerful smell of sex and sweat. Then he did something that further surprised her.

He kissed her neck gently, tenderly, slowly working his way across her cheek and to her mouth. He softly laid his lips across hers, Hermione being able to make out her own taste on his tender lips. His mouth was softer then she expected it to be, and she found herself kissing him back. Their tongues gently fought for dominence, exploring each other’s mouth in friendly combat. Severus pulled back and Hermione could have sworn she heard him sigh.

“You had better get dressed and head back to bed. I’m positive that you will now be able to sleep.” He looked into her eyes for just the briefest of moments, before climbing off her and turning his back on her. She noticed the criss crossing of scars on his back, wondering why she hadn’t noticed all his scars before. Probably because this was the first she had ever seen him naked.

“Do you never listen, Miss Granger? Get dressed and head back upstairs. We can’t afford to have someone find us.” She frowned at his words, noticing how much they were like Lucius’. In fact, he had sounded a lot like him tonight. They obviously did share a lot.

She stood up shakily, and then reached for her clothes that he had gathered in his hands. He wouldn’t look at her, but instead stared out the window, watching the rain strike the pavement outside.
When she finished dressing, she stared at him for a second, wondering what was going on his head.

Seeing as how he was the only one in the room that could read minds, she just shook her head and walked to the door.

“You will tell no one of this.”

She looked back at him, seeing that he hadn’t moved. “Of course, sir. Good night, sir.”

With that, she left the kitchen, closing the door behind her. Severus sighed, leaning his hands against the counter and letting his head fall forward.

“Next time, Lucius, don’t hesitate to jump in. I’m sure the young witch would not mind.”
Lucius drew in a breath from where he was hidden in the shadows, his fist still tightly clenched around his cock, come pooled in his hand. He had watched the entire scene, unable to resist the urge.

“I am going to bed now. You can come with or not. But I will be punishing you for watching something so private and not announcing your presence. You know your place.” Severus hadn’t looked in Lucius’ direction the entire time, stalking out of the kitchen and shutting the door on him.

Lucius sighed and cleaned off his hand with a charm, fixing up his pants. He was in trouble.


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Funny story. I tried posting this but my computer wouldn't let me. Booo!! Sorry for the lapse in updates. I just really wanted to get Snape right for all my faithful, adoring, loving, beautiful readers! ;-) (I'm buttering you up so that you leave a fat, juicy, glowing review) I believe I said this in chapter one, but I want to reiterate it: I don't think this is your typical Dom/sub relationship. I think that Lucius and Hermione like to have Severus in control of them, as they usually are the ones in control.

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