It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 34 ~ The Punishment (Continued)

Severus took one long-legged step through the first ring. Hermione frowned.

“That’s not jumping,” she said.

Severus scowled at her.

“I swear, Hermione, if you ever twist your tongue to tell anyone about this…” the Potions Master seethed

“Less threatening, more jumping,” Hermione said, cutting him off.

Severus sighed, bent his legs and hopped through the next ring. And the next. And the next. He jumped through five rings in all. He turned toward the bed and frowning blackly, looked at Hermione.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked.

“You haven’t even broken a sweat, Severus,” Hermione answered him. “I want to see some perspiration.”

Resignedly, Severus hopped back and forth through the rings several more times until he was panting from the continuous effort.

“That’s enough,” Hermione said, smiling at the wizard.

Gods, she had made dark, snarky Severus Snape literally jump through hoops for her. She wished she could tell someone, but no one would believe her. She doubted even Harry would think she was telling the truth. Plus, Severus would kill her if a single word of this got out.

The rings disappeared and the house elf Eli appeared with a bottle of cold water clasped in his claw. He handed it to Severus, who glared at him.

“Thank you, Eli,” Hermione said.

“You is welcome, Miss,” Eli said with another sly smile and bow. He winked out.

Hermione had unintentionally summoned the elf by thinking she should send for water for Severus. Eli had been waiting all morning, hoping the naughty witch would need service again, so when the witch thought about water, he came with what she needed. Normally Hogwarts’ house elves weren’t attuned to students to such an extent, but Eli had been impressed by the clever witch and so kept focused on her.

Severus drank half the bottle of water down, recapped it and set it on the nightstand. He looked down on the witch, his nostrils still flared.

“All right, witch. You’ve made me jump through hoops for you. Are you satisfied?” he asked her angrily.

Hermione would pay for this indignity. Maybe no time soon…but eventually he would get her back.

Hermione studied Severus. She was so glad he survived. Her whole world would have crumbled if he died at the hands of Voldemort. Certainly, she would have gone on with her life, but he would have remained a dark specter all her days. Suddenly, she felt a powerful rush of desire for the frowning wizard. She stood up.

“Lie down in the bed,” Hermione said imperiously.

Severus arched an eyebrow. The bed? Maybe now they were getting somewhere.

“Do you want me to undress?” he asked her hopefully.

Hermione shook her head.

“That won’t be necessary,” she replied with a smirk.

Severus scowled again. Then what bloody good was it to get in the bed? He strode over, climbed into the bed and laid down on his back, looking at Hermione.

“Now what?” he asked her.

Hermione pointed her wand at him again.

“Incarcerous,” she said again.

Obviously, the intent of the spellcaster had much to do with how an individual was tied up, because this time when the ropes flew out, they wrapped around Severus’ wrists and ankles and tied him securely to the bedposts.

“What is this?” Severus yelled, tugging at his restraints.

“Part two of your punishment, Severus,” Hermione replied, grinning at the helpless wizard. “Divesto!”

Suddenly, Severus was left in only his silk boxers. The wizard relaxed. Now this part of the punishment didn’t seem as if it would end badly.

Hermione walked up to the bed and looked down on her lover, her eyes a bit heated.

“So, you plan to have your wicked way with me?” Severus asked her, his boxers beginning to tent.

“In a manner of speaking,” Hermione said, leaning down and with one finger, tickling his throat. The Potions Master brought his chin down, stopping her.

“Stop that,” he said brusquely.

Hermione smiled and drew a finger very lightly down his collarbone and tickled the wizard under his armpit. Severus struggled and gasped.

“Stop it!” he demanded, his breath catching

Hermione straightened and smiled wickedly.

“Why Severus Snape, I never would have dreamed someone as sour as you was…ticklish,” she said as the wizard’s eyes widened.

Yes, he was very ticklish…but no one had tickled him since he was a child. Hermione wouldn’t dare…

The witch flicked her wand again and four long white feathers appeared floating in the air in front of her. She looked down on Severus again, smiling from ear to ear.

The wizard went paler than usual.

“No. Hermione…no. This is unconscionable,” the Severus said, his black eyes on the floating feathers as Hermione positioned them with her wand, two hovering by each foot and two floating just above his exposed armpits.

“Unconscionable? Like locking me in a room to wait for you to die? Unconscionable like that, Severus?” Hermione asked him.

The wizard fell silent.

“Who said punishment had to be painful?” Hermione said wickedly, flicking her wand at each feather and watching them go to work. She placed her wand on the nightstand.

At first, Severus took the tickling stoically, trying to apply the mind control he used when the Dark Lord would torture him. But then he was fighting pain…it was a deep, tearing, ripping ache. Tickling was subtle and light. There was nothing substantial for him to fight against. The wizard’s toes turned down so tightly, Hermione heard them crack. Then the Potions Master’s entire body began to shudder and quake as the light quills danced across his armpits repeatedly. He held his mouth tightly closed, his dark eyes closed as he strained to maintain his composure.

Well, to his credit, he gave it the old Hogwarts’ try.

“Bwahahahahahaha!” the wizard chortled in a deep, rich laugh, writhing in his bonds. Hahahahaha! Hermionehahahahaha! Stopitmawhahahahahah!”

Hermione began laughing too as Severus laughed hysterically, the feathers mercilessly attacking his flexing body. He still looked quite delicious though, every muscle tensing up, his back arching, his head flailing side to side. One feather left his armpit to dance across his belly, the wizard bouncing off the bed as he continued to laugh uncontrollably.

Hermione smiled. She hadn’t known Severus could laugh like this. She let it go on for several minutes. Soon, the wizard was gasping for breath, tears streaming down the sides of his face and into his lank hair. Feeling he had enough, Hermione stopped the torment, picking up her wand and flicking it toward the feathers. They faded away.

Hermione replaced the wand on the nightstand, her eyes resting on the wizard. Gods, he was so delectable.

Severus laid there, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He felt the mattress compress next to him and then felt Hermione straddle his belly. The Potions Master opened his eyes to see she was still dressed in his white shirt. By the heat that rested against his skin, he could tell she had nothing on under it.

Hermione leaned forward, her face just above his, her curling hair draping over his shoulders.

“Punishment is over,” she breathed down at the wizard, “Now it’s time to show you how glad I am you survived.”

Severus looked up at her.

“I would have never suspected you were into ‘hurt/comfort,’ witch,” he said to her silkily, his breathing slowing.

“You don’t know what I’m into,” Hermione said, kissing him and planning to look up what ‘hurt/comfort’ meant as soon as she could.

Severus sighed against the witch’s mouth as her soft lips came in contact with his. It was a chaste, teasing little kiss, and he puckered reflexively for more when she pulled away.

“Are you going to untie me?” he asked her, trying to hide the growl in his voice.

Hermione caught it. She looked at his strong arms stretched out and tied to the bedposts, then shook her head.

”Not yet. I like the power,” she replied, sitting up again. “Snarky Severus Snape tied spread-eagled to his four-poster and at the mercy of a student. I like the way that sounds. More than that, I like the way it feels.”

She drew her hands slowly down his chest. Severus closed his eyes for a moment, savoring her caress, then they opened again.

“I hope you like how something else feels,” the wizard said in a low voice, his dark eyes hot as Hermione slowly began to unbutton the white shirt she wore. Severus’ cock began to swell as he watched her reveal her full breasts, flat belly and soft pubic hair. Hermione slid the shirt off and tossed it over the side of the bed.

“My good silk shirt,” Severus thought for a split second, then decided it could always be cleaned as the naked witch leaned over him again, her breasts resting against his chest as she kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue snaking into his mouth and wrapping around his tongue before lapping at it. He returned the kiss, his hips jerking slightly as his swollen cock began to throb. He felt as if he hadn’t had Hermione for weeks.

Hermione kissed Severus with all the love and passion he had awakened in her, losing herself in his mouth, his taste, the feel of his supple tongue tapping and licking every part of her mouth, sucking and savoring, fire passing between their lips and coursing through their bodies. Severus pulled away from her mouth.

“Release me,” he demanded hoarsely. “I need to touch you.”

“Not yet,” she breathed, nibbling on his chin, running her teeth over his jaw line before falling to his throat.

If Severus thought the hoops and feathers were punishment, they were nothing compared to the witch’s mouth moving over his body with him being unable to touch her, to turn her…to mount her. He let out a groan that seemed to well up from his very soul as Hermione moved down his chest, her curls moving over him as she slid her body back, her core resting on the hard length of his cock, wetting his silk boxes with her juices. Hermione let out a small moan as she felt his thick, pulsing shaft beneath her and ground down on him reflexively, making the wizard hiss and yank at his bonds.

“Release me,” Severus groaned as Hermione slid back on to his thighs, her mouth moving over the ridges of his pale belly. The witch didn’t answer him as she moved lower, stopping at the elastic of his boxers and looking up at him, her amber eyes burning like twin suns.

“Not yet,” Hermione breathed as she unabashedly reached under his boxers, gripped his hard member and pulled it out in all its rigid glory. His erection was beautiful to behold, the long, thick, pale shaft encircled by throbbing veins, the bulbous head a deep, weeping purple.

“Damn,” Hermione breathed, licking her lips, her fingers curled partially around his girth. “You’re so big and hard, Severus.”

“Release me,” the wizard said, pushing his loins upward, his cock sliding deliciously in her palm. It was as if those two words were the only words he could say.

“Not yet,” Hermione breathed, engulfing the head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth.

“Fuck!” Severus hissed, his body arching upward as Hermione sucked him hard, then began to bob her head back and forth, his cock sliding between her lips over and over, the wizard gasping with pleasure.

Gods, he was so stiff and hot, the soft skin covering his rigid member moving with her motions. Hermione gripped the based of his cock and ran her hands over his length as she continued sucking him, turned on by his very vocal response.

Every vein in the Potions Master’s body seemed to be standing out as Hermione applied herself, running her tongue up and down his length, planting sucking kisses, her lips slipping down to his balls and sucking them in, one after the other, then both together, rolling them over her tongue.

Severus strained against his bonds with all his strength, willing them to break. Hermione was tormenting him beyond his ability to cope.

“Let me loose, witch!” he cried out to her hoarsely as her sweet mouth brought him closer and closer to climax. He didn’t want to come…because he didn’t want to wait to bury himself inside the witch.

“Let me loose, Hermione,” he gasped. “Let me love you.”

Suddenly Hermione stopped, releasing the wizard's cock from her mouth. Severus was caught between wanting her to continue and wanting her to release him.

“Love me?” Hermione asked him huskily, holding his cock just out of lip range.

“Yesssss,” Severus pressed, “Love you, Hermione. It can be nothing else witch.”

Her body aflame, Hermione stared at the wizard. Technically, he hadn’t said he loved her, but his meaning was clear. He wanted more than fucking. He wanted everything.

As if mesmerized, Hermione moved upward so her breasts hung over his face, reaching for her wand on the nightstand. The wizard wasted no time latching on to her nipple and sucking hard, making the witch gasp as she grabbed her wand.

“Libertius,” she moaned, lost to the feeling of his mouth.

The ropes restraining the wizard snapped back into the tip of the wand, freeing him. Severus immediately wrapped his arms around the witch, still suckling her breast, Hermione groaning with pleasure. After switching to her other breast and eliciting the desired response, he released the firm flesh and pulled her downward so her face was over his.

“Now witch…it’s my turn,” he growled, rolling over with her and trapping her body beneath his.

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A/N: Lol. What a punishment. Playful but sexy. I could see a young Hermione visiting this kind of torment on the Potions Master. Very sexy…very sweet. But the preliminaries are over now…it’s time to get busy. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and don’t mind the drawing out of the lemons.