How\'s a Girl Suppose to Decide? Part II

AN/ Thanks for reviewing and yes there is a threesome (ducks head to avoid lighting) but you must wait until the next part (and last thank goodness) This is a PWP and purely for entertainment purposes only and I do not own them. By the way Morwen Snape were you peeking on my hard drive? You will enjoy the next installment of this.
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Severus Snape bent low as he made his way through the tunnel that led to the Shrieking Shack, his eyes sparkling in anticipation of the evening. It had been a stroke of luck that the Advanced Potions class had completed brewing Polyjuice Potion last week and he had their samples on hand. Of course he had chosen little miss-know-it-all’s potion for he knew it was brewed correctly. She never messed up.

He entered the dark, dusty shack and headed upstairs, to the room where four years earlier he had confronted Black and the werewolf and was knocked unconscious by the same Gryffindor chit and Potter. His brow furrowed in anger as he thought of this. Tonight she would get hers.

It per perfect. He had left Hogs Head and went to owl a note to Miss Granger. If things went as he planned he would be able to ravish the girl under the guise of the potion, then still posing as Black tell her it was over, that he had only used her. Severus wanted her to crawl out of the place, crying and hurt over her misguided lust for that mongrel.

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Hermione entered the tunnel that led to the Shrieking Shack at 9:30. She had received Sirius’ owl at dinner. ‘Scoundrel.’ she thought as she headed up the stairs a soft smile on her lipsn thn the note he had begged her to meet him earlier, that he couldn’t wait until 11 to see her, to have her once more. Well, neither could she. Borrowing Harry’s cloak she had left the castle and gladly entered the passage beneath the Whomping Willow.

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Severus looked at his hworkwork satisfied with the results. He had transfigured the rotting bed covers and hangings into black silk. A quick cleaning spell had the room sparkling and two small candles gave off sensual light, the air filled with a hint of spice. A perfect setting for a seduction, though he doubted Black would have had such good taste.

Taking off his robes and black boots, he placed them in the small closet. He had no clothes like the ones Sirius had been wearing and he wasn’t going to bother transfiguring some since it seemed normal for Black to wait for her in nothing but boxers. Severus grimaced as he tapped his wand against his black pants, changing them to a bright red. Damn mongrel, red, for that was the color Black had been wearing earlier today.

Taking the hair he had reed, ed, Severus picked up the vial he had placed on the nightstand. Uncorking it he put the hair into it. ‘Here is to a most enjoyable evening’ he thought as he swallowed the foul tasting concoction.
Severus waited for the nausea to pass as his bones adjusted. Sirius was several inches taller than him and broader through the shoulders. Most annoying was the hair that now fell to the top of his hips. Severus ran his hand through it, taking a black silk ribbon and gathering at the nape of his neck. How did the bloody man stand it? And this stuff on his chest, he thought running his hand through the thick hair.

Severus sat on the bed, picking up a tiny hourglass sitting next to the candles. He turned it over, watching the red sand pour slowly through the neck. Nothing to do, he lay back on the bed, hoping that she would not be late. Curious Severus touched his nose. Well that was a bit of an improved he thought wryly, feeling Sirius’ aquiline nose. Then it struck him. He looked around the room, suddenly feeling embarrassed as his hand reached down inside the boxers. His sensitive fingers explored the area and a sly smile crossed his face. “Got you on that one Black.”

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Hermione entered the bedroom, the invisibility cloak in her arms. Sirius was laying there, a small smile on his face. “The room is simply beautiful Sirius. Thank you.” A small frown graced his handsome face.

“School r Her Hermione?”

Smiling slyly, Hermione removed the robes, dropping them at her feet. His eyes widened, as she stood there naked. “Just in case I ran into someone,” she told him.

Severus’ took a sharp intake of breath as his eyes roamed over her. She was exquisite. He had only been able to see part of her body when he was looking through the peephole. Damn, when had the little chit develop such breasts? “Come here girl, and thank me properly.”

Hermione walked over to the bed, sliding in beside him. Taking his face ir har hands, she kissed him gently, running her tongue over his lips, before parting them. Severus groaned as her tongue touched his and his arms went around her. She tasted wonderful, sweet and minty. Their tongues danced as he explored her mouth as he pressed against her.

She broke the kiss and began kissing his neck, biting lightly as she went. His hands groped at her wanting her mouth back on his. Hermione pushed his hands away. “No. I am going to thank you properly,” she teased as she kissed her way down his chest, stopping to lave a nipple with her tongue. “Be a good boy and lie back and enjoy.” Thoroughly aroused now, Severus laid back allowing her to do as she pleased.

Kissing down his stomach now, Hermione’s finger slipped under the waistband of the boxers and Severus lifted his hips, letting her pull them down. He kicked them off as her kisses traveled lower, until her lips brushed the side of his erection.

Severus moaned, his hands touching her head lightly as the stroked her hair. “Hermione,” he said breathlessly. Was she going to…yes she was, as he felt her lips encircle his cock.

He closed his eyes as the ripples of pleasure shot up his spine. Severus had rarely had a woman go down on him and never one that seemed to take suleasleasure in doing so as she sucked him in deeply her hands stroking his thighs and sac. ‘Not you fool, him’ a nagging voice broke through his bliss. Gripping her hair, he almost snarled asbroubrought her head up.

Hermione looked at him puzzled. “What’s the matter?” Severus quickly regained his composure. “I just won’t last long love,” he said softly and saw a small smile grace her face. “Besides you cannot have all the pleasure.”

A soft laugh escaped her. “Really Sirius, we can remedy that if you would like.” She gave him an impish grin as she got to her knees, then straddled him, her face at his crotch, her crotch in his face. A wicked grin crossed Severus’ face at the sexy view.

“Better?” she asked, as her mouth ascended on him once more.

“Very,” he agreed, as his fingers gently parted her folds. He sniffed, allowing her scent to waft over him, as he felt a whimper in the back of his throat as she slowly traced her tongue down the length of him.

His tongue flicked out to taste her, enjoying the small moan from her. He liked her taste he decided as he licked the outside of her opening, causing her to squirm against him. When he finally traced around her clit, he ga as as she sucked him in deeply.

Relishing in the sensations, Severus continued to lave her as she in turn brought him to the point of ecstasy. “Hermione,” he groaned, not wanting to come in her mouth, but she seemed to ignore him, grasping him with her hand as her tongue and mouth worked on him. She pressed against him and he nipped at her causing her to squeal as they both climaxed.

Severus lay there momentarily taken aback as she rolled off him. “Did I thank you enough?” she asked slyly as she lay down beside him, licking her bottom lip. Severus swallowed hard, turning to look at her. “Silly girl,” he whispered as he kissed her, tasting the musky, saltiness of both of them.

He had meant to take her roughly tonight, quickly, wanting her squirming beneath him, not allowing her time to have her pleasure. Now he trembled as his eyes took in the delectable woman lying on the black sheets. She looked like an angel, a fallen angel, but an angel never the less.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. He couldn’t bear having those soft brown orbs gazing at him with adoration, knowing they were meant for ‘him’. He wanted her enjoying the sensations; make believing she knew it was him, not Sirius.

Closing her eyes, Hermione sighed as Severus began touching her skin, gently his fingers caressing her, starting with her face, tracing the contours her eyes, her nose her lips. The fingers strayed down her arms, her legs, her breasts, the fluttering touches inflaming her and she was moaning as they finally dipped into the silky curls between her legs.

Severus parted her folds with his fingers, brushing lightly against her nub, eliciting a delicious whimper from her. Slowly he inserted a finger into her, feeling her wetness and the heat. Her silken walls clamped around the digit and he gasped slightly. So the mongrel’s words were true, she was tight. Rubbing her clit with his thumb he put another finger in, watching her face as she arched her hips against his hand. “Oh Siriusss,” she moaned.

‘Damn her’ he didn’t want her to say that name; he wanted his own coming from her rosy lips, her thoughts on him.

Removing his hand, he moved his body between her legs, guiding his member in.
He entered her slowly as her fingers gripped his shoulders. Locking eyes with hers, he rocked into her, rotating his hips against her pelvis. She felt wonderful, her hot silk clenching and pulling him in deeper as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Severus kept it slow, pressing into her, rubbing her body with his, as he watched her face. He wanted to please her, to watch her come, to feel that tight area clench and milk him. “You are so beautiful,” he told her, his voice soft as he traced her breast with his fingers.

Hermione was intrigued by Sirius’ solemn mood. True, they had made love slowly and gently before but she had never seen him so quiet. He was often vocal, teasing her with comments or throatily voicing his pleasure.

Hermione smiled as she caressed his cheek. She was enjoying this side of Sirius, the tenderness. “And you are incredibly sexy.” She was surprised to see him flinch slightly before he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly, drawing her lips into his mouth as his teeth grazed over them.

Whimpering in pleasure, Hermione thrust her hips against him as she spread herself wider. “Harder,” she urged, moving against him. Severus looked into her eyes, a sly smile on his face as he did not comply, maintaining the slow, leisurely thrusting. He loved the look of desire on her face, as she writhe against him, her hands on his back, pressing him on. “No,” he said, taking her hands and placing them above her head as he leaned on his elbows. “I am in control here silly girl,” he said teasingly, kissing her.

Though reeling with the delicious sensations, Hermione was struck by a thought. “Silly girl?” Sirius had never said that to her before, curious to why he used the term twice already. The thought was pushed away as he pressed deeply into her, holding her there before pulling back, almost all the way out, before surging deep again. “Oh yes,” she rasped, as she fell into the rhythm of those deep, driving thrusts.

The familiar wave began building and Hermione gasped as she felt him deeper in her than she remembered. Closing her eyes, she rode on the tide, crying his name as the orgasm overtook her.

Severus felt her walls clench him as she began climaxing and felt the surge as he came, riding with her as he murmured her name, closing his eyes as he gave into the sensations of depositing his seed in this sexy woman.

Hermione open her eyes and she gasped. The man’s face above her was changing, shifting. Shocked, she froze, her mind racing, until she saw a familiar hooked nose form. A big grin crossed her face as Sirius’ face was replaced with the potion masters. ‘Why that wicked bastard’ she thought. Far from outrage she was pleased, though she wondered how he knew that she was to meet Sirius here tonight.

Breathing hard, Severus rested his forehead against hers as he opened his eyes. She was wearing a canary-eating grin, as she reached o bro brush a lock of hair away. “That was wonderful…Severus.”

Severus froze, his eyes widening as he glanced at the little hourglass on the table. All the sand had run out. He opened his mouth, and then closed it, rolling off her quickly. Opening the closet he grabbed his robes and boots, holding them up in an almost comical manner.

Hermione tried hard not to laugh. “Severus, I know I should be angry with you but I am not. You don’t have to go…” Her words faded as she heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Yes I do, Miss Granger,” he snapped, feeling like a damn fool for not watching the hourglass.

“Take the invisibility cloak,” she whispered, climbing out the bed and going over to him. He looked at her like he couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Go, I will get it later,” she told him as she kissed him on the cheek, giving him a wink.

Severus hesitated a moment, then put the cape on moments before Sirius opened the door. Severus passing by him and out into the hall.

Sirius’ keen nose caught the heavy aroma of sex. He smiled as he looked at Hermione who was lying on the bed once more in a very provocative position. “Started without me did you?”

Giving him a big smile, Hermione nodded. “Just thinking of you, sexy beast.”

“Lusty wench,” he growled as he leaned down to kiss her, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

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Hermione opened the door to her small Head Girl’s room around 5am. She sighed, completely sated and a bit sore, from the many times Sirius had taken her. Damn the man was insatiable. Lighting the small lamp on her nightstand, Hermione screamed. “Severus,” she gasped, looking at the man sitting on her bed. “What are you doing here?”

Picking up the invisibility cloak laying beside him, he handed it to her. “I think we need to talk Miss Granger.”

“Can’t it wait till later?” she asked, taking off her robes and pulling a cotton gown over her head. “I am exhausted.”

“No wonder,” he sneered. “After spending the night shagging that mongrel.”

Hermione grinned at him. “Damn straight, though you might want to take a little of the credit for my extiontion.”

“Miss Granger!” he growled, getting up to stand in front of her. “Your behavior is unacceptable. As Head Girl you should set a better example. Fifty points from Gryffindor for being out past curfew and a weeks detention with me.”

Her eyes flashed at him, the tiredness fleeing as her anger flared. “Well then Professor Snape, I do believe that I will deduct 50 points from Slytherin for using a potion to shag the Head Girl under a guise.”

“You cannot take points from me,” he said, a sly grin on his face.

“I just did and I do believe that your behavior also warrants detention.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Which you will serve here every night, as soon as I finish my detention with you that is.” Hermione smiled as his grin widened.

“Impertinent silly girl,” he said silkily. “You cannot give a Head of House detention.”

“Wanna bet?” she purred, as his arms went around her waist, pulling her to him as his mouth claimed hers inruisruising kiss. Severus pulled her down to the small bed, still kissing her passionately.

The next few weeks were going to be very interesting, Hermione thought as she kissed him back.

TBC