A Maid in the Devil's Manor
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Adult ++
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51
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Severus Leaves for Hogwarts
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 30 ~ Severus Leaves for Hogwarts
It was after nine in the evening when the last technician left. Hermione sat in a chair next to the island in the center of the main lab. Equipment, instruments and glassware lined the counters that wrapped around the room. She was elated, but exhausted. Dealing with thirty rabid technicians had been draining. She was glad she had them though. They knew what best went where and grouped everything so she could work at optimum efficiency. She let her head drop forward. It had been one hell of a day.
She was hungry. She hadn’t eaten a thing all day. True to her nature, she was completely absorbed in the set-up of her labs, and the necessities of food and drink were completely forgotten. And as she realized this, she felt rather weak and dizzy, as if her body suddenly became aware that it was running on nothing but fumes. Hermione brought her hand to her head and groaned.
Suddenly, someone pushed a rather warm cup into her hands. She felt long fingers covering hers so she wouldn’t drop it.
“Drink,” Severus said softly.
He helped her bring the cup to her lips and she sipped slowly. Mmm. It was a rich tomato soup. She felt immediately better. The Potions Master must have added some kind of restorative to it. She looked up at him.
“Thanks,” she said.
Severus was still dressed in his wife beater and jeans, but she was too exhausted to appreciate him properly. The day had been too long, and her libido was just as tired as she was. The Potions Master released her hands and looked around the lab. He had never seen anything like it. He was sure Hermione had the best private lab in the wizarding world. And that made him feel good. Now she could work to her heart’s content. He had a feeling he would be put on the back burner for a while, which was why he had been so forward the past twenty-four hours, trying to work himself into the witch’s psyche. When Hermione worked, there was nothing but the work. He would probably have to put Eli on her to make sure that she was properly nourished during the interim. He watched as she drank the rest of the soup down. She looked better. She had been a bit pale when he first entered the room. Now some color was back.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes. But I’m ready for bed,” she said tiredly, rising from the chair and arching her back in a stretch. He took her hand.
“Come on,” he said, leading her from the room and toward her study. She walked slowly and he had to cut his stride to accommodate her.
“I have to leave for Hogwarts early in the morning. Dumbledore wants me to help ready things for the graduation ceremony,” Severus scowled. He had no idea what ridiculous theme the Headmaster would come up with this year, but he hoped it didn’t involve cherubs. The Headmaster used cherubs for practically everything.
“I won’t be back until Thursday evening, after the students leave,” he added, stopping at the door of her study and looking down at Hermione. He released her hand.
“Thursday?” Hermione repeated as what he said registered.
“Yes,” he replied.
Hermione realized she was going to miss his presence at the Manor. She looked up at him, realizing this was the last time she was going to see him until then. She didn’t know what to say. To tell him she was going to miss him seemed a bit much. But she was going to miss him.
“Well, until Thursday, Professor,” she said softly.
“Not Professor, Hermione…Severus,” he chided her gently.
“Severus,” she repeated after him. She turned to walk into her study, when suddenly the Potions Master spun her back, cupped her face, lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Not hard, but gently, his lips closing on hers and drawing them into his mouth as if tasting them, savoring them. He did not put his tongue in her mouth. He did not press his body to hers…the only contact was his lips and hands. His lips were soft, but hungry as he kissed the lovely young witch.
Hermione closed her eyes and let him taste her. His lips were warm, soft and the kiss so gentle, so restrained, his mouth closing over hers again and again. She could feel a pool of fire being stoked in her belly. Finally, he drew away from her, his black eyes soft but burning. He searched her face and saw what she felt. He released her, his hands sliding from her cheeks slowly.
“Until Thursday, Hermione,” he said, raising an eyebrow at the stricken witch.
With a smirk, he disapparated.
Hermione continued standing in the doorway of her study. She had just kissed the Potions Master. Severus. And it was so, so good. A part of her wanted to follow him. She didn’t know where his bedroom was, but she was sure she could find it if she had to search all night. But no, that had been a starter kiss. It was sweet, delicious in fact, but not the passionate kiss of a lover. It held future promise, not immediate. She wasn’t where he wanted her to be.
Hermione licked her lips, still tasting him, and turned, retiring to her bedroom.
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Severus apparated directly into his loo and divestoed his clothing immediately, turning on the cold water spigot and plunging himself under the freezing spray, his swollen cock shocked into limpness. He stood there for a moment, shivering, his hair plastered to his head, cursing himself for not at least pressing her soft body to his so he could feel her curves. But no, she was tired, exhausted. It wouldn’t have been fair to her. Or smart of him. He turned the hot water nozzle and the stream heated up, the warm water running down his lean body, pooling at his feet and swirling gently into the drain. He breathed deeply. He was all right. He was in control.
The Potions Master picked up his washcloth and soap, and lathered his body, then dipped under the spray again, rinsing the soap away. He turned off the shower, reached for the towel, and dried himself off. Naked he walked into his bedroom, turned down the covers, and slipped between the sheets. He laid there, his arms crossed behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. For a moment, he imagined himself in Hermione’s bed, the witch under him, her body gently jerking beneath his stroke, her mouth locked to his as he swallowed her cries of pleasure. He hardened again. He let out a sigh and let the image go. He didn’t take things in hand. He didn’t want to release a drop of come unless it was inside the young woman living in the lower level of his Manor.
He sighed and rolled over on his stomach, his hard cock uncomfortable against him. Sleep was a long time coming.
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Severus woke at sunrise. He rolled out of bed and did a few stretches, working the sleep out of his muscles. Since he showered before bed, he simply applied a quick scourgify to himself and a deodorizing charm, then once again donned the garments and severe robes of the Professor. He walked into the loo, brushed his teeth and used a bit of a rather oily hair product on his silky black locks. He had to look the part of the greasy git after all. He looked in the mirror and scowled blackly. Then he sneered. Then he smirked unpleasantly. Yes, he was ready for the day. His thoughts turned to Hermione for the moment. No doubt her day and all the following days would be filled with the Work.
Severus sat on the edge of his bed. A cup of coffee and a plated muffin appeared on the bedside table. He made quick work of both, and exited his bedroom with a billow of robes. He walked down the staircase and up the corridor, pausing for a moment before the suit of armor that opened the way to the lower rooms, then continued out the main doors, down the portico and on to his grounds. He took in the fresh scent of morning, and the songs of the birds with some pleasure. He turned and looked back at his Manor. The stone was still wet with condensation, and glittered in the new morning light. He gave a half smile.
And disapparated.
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A/N: Ah, the first kiss. Kind of sweet. Kind of hot too. Severus pretends to be a lot more in control than he really is concerning Hermione. Please review.
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Chapter 30 ~ Severus Leaves for Hogwarts
It was after nine in the evening when the last technician left. Hermione sat in a chair next to the island in the center of the main lab. Equipment, instruments and glassware lined the counters that wrapped around the room. She was elated, but exhausted. Dealing with thirty rabid technicians had been draining. She was glad she had them though. They knew what best went where and grouped everything so she could work at optimum efficiency. She let her head drop forward. It had been one hell of a day.
She was hungry. She hadn’t eaten a thing all day. True to her nature, she was completely absorbed in the set-up of her labs, and the necessities of food and drink were completely forgotten. And as she realized this, she felt rather weak and dizzy, as if her body suddenly became aware that it was running on nothing but fumes. Hermione brought her hand to her head and groaned.
Suddenly, someone pushed a rather warm cup into her hands. She felt long fingers covering hers so she wouldn’t drop it.
“Drink,” Severus said softly.
He helped her bring the cup to her lips and she sipped slowly. Mmm. It was a rich tomato soup. She felt immediately better. The Potions Master must have added some kind of restorative to it. She looked up at him.
“Thanks,” she said.
Severus was still dressed in his wife beater and jeans, but she was too exhausted to appreciate him properly. The day had been too long, and her libido was just as tired as she was. The Potions Master released her hands and looked around the lab. He had never seen anything like it. He was sure Hermione had the best private lab in the wizarding world. And that made him feel good. Now she could work to her heart’s content. He had a feeling he would be put on the back burner for a while, which was why he had been so forward the past twenty-four hours, trying to work himself into the witch’s psyche. When Hermione worked, there was nothing but the work. He would probably have to put Eli on her to make sure that she was properly nourished during the interim. He watched as she drank the rest of the soup down. She looked better. She had been a bit pale when he first entered the room. Now some color was back.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes. But I’m ready for bed,” she said tiredly, rising from the chair and arching her back in a stretch. He took her hand.
“Come on,” he said, leading her from the room and toward her study. She walked slowly and he had to cut his stride to accommodate her.
“I have to leave for Hogwarts early in the morning. Dumbledore wants me to help ready things for the graduation ceremony,” Severus scowled. He had no idea what ridiculous theme the Headmaster would come up with this year, but he hoped it didn’t involve cherubs. The Headmaster used cherubs for practically everything.
“I won’t be back until Thursday evening, after the students leave,” he added, stopping at the door of her study and looking down at Hermione. He released her hand.
“Thursday?” Hermione repeated as what he said registered.
“Yes,” he replied.
Hermione realized she was going to miss his presence at the Manor. She looked up at him, realizing this was the last time she was going to see him until then. She didn’t know what to say. To tell him she was going to miss him seemed a bit much. But she was going to miss him.
“Well, until Thursday, Professor,” she said softly.
“Not Professor, Hermione…Severus,” he chided her gently.
“Severus,” she repeated after him. She turned to walk into her study, when suddenly the Potions Master spun her back, cupped her face, lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Not hard, but gently, his lips closing on hers and drawing them into his mouth as if tasting them, savoring them. He did not put his tongue in her mouth. He did not press his body to hers…the only contact was his lips and hands. His lips were soft, but hungry as he kissed the lovely young witch.
Hermione closed her eyes and let him taste her. His lips were warm, soft and the kiss so gentle, so restrained, his mouth closing over hers again and again. She could feel a pool of fire being stoked in her belly. Finally, he drew away from her, his black eyes soft but burning. He searched her face and saw what she felt. He released her, his hands sliding from her cheeks slowly.
“Until Thursday, Hermione,” he said, raising an eyebrow at the stricken witch.
With a smirk, he disapparated.
Hermione continued standing in the doorway of her study. She had just kissed the Potions Master. Severus. And it was so, so good. A part of her wanted to follow him. She didn’t know where his bedroom was, but she was sure she could find it if she had to search all night. But no, that had been a starter kiss. It was sweet, delicious in fact, but not the passionate kiss of a lover. It held future promise, not immediate. She wasn’t where he wanted her to be.
Hermione licked her lips, still tasting him, and turned, retiring to her bedroom.
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Severus apparated directly into his loo and divestoed his clothing immediately, turning on the cold water spigot and plunging himself under the freezing spray, his swollen cock shocked into limpness. He stood there for a moment, shivering, his hair plastered to his head, cursing himself for not at least pressing her soft body to his so he could feel her curves. But no, she was tired, exhausted. It wouldn’t have been fair to her. Or smart of him. He turned the hot water nozzle and the stream heated up, the warm water running down his lean body, pooling at his feet and swirling gently into the drain. He breathed deeply. He was all right. He was in control.
The Potions Master picked up his washcloth and soap, and lathered his body, then dipped under the spray again, rinsing the soap away. He turned off the shower, reached for the towel, and dried himself off. Naked he walked into his bedroom, turned down the covers, and slipped between the sheets. He laid there, his arms crossed behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. For a moment, he imagined himself in Hermione’s bed, the witch under him, her body gently jerking beneath his stroke, her mouth locked to his as he swallowed her cries of pleasure. He hardened again. He let out a sigh and let the image go. He didn’t take things in hand. He didn’t want to release a drop of come unless it was inside the young woman living in the lower level of his Manor.
He sighed and rolled over on his stomach, his hard cock uncomfortable against him. Sleep was a long time coming.
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Severus woke at sunrise. He rolled out of bed and did a few stretches, working the sleep out of his muscles. Since he showered before bed, he simply applied a quick scourgify to himself and a deodorizing charm, then once again donned the garments and severe robes of the Professor. He walked into the loo, brushed his teeth and used a bit of a rather oily hair product on his silky black locks. He had to look the part of the greasy git after all. He looked in the mirror and scowled blackly. Then he sneered. Then he smirked unpleasantly. Yes, he was ready for the day. His thoughts turned to Hermione for the moment. No doubt her day and all the following days would be filled with the Work.
Severus sat on the edge of his bed. A cup of coffee and a plated muffin appeared on the bedside table. He made quick work of both, and exited his bedroom with a billow of robes. He walked down the staircase and up the corridor, pausing for a moment before the suit of armor that opened the way to the lower rooms, then continued out the main doors, down the portico and on to his grounds. He took in the fresh scent of morning, and the songs of the birds with some pleasure. He turned and looked back at his Manor. The stone was still wet with condensation, and glittered in the new morning light. He gave a half smile.
And disapparated.
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A/N: Ah, the first kiss. Kind of sweet. Kind of hot too. Severus pretends to be a lot more in control than he really is concerning Hermione. Please review.