A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 34 ~ A Few More Words

Shocked, Hermione ran over to the student desk and dropped down on the stool as Severus glowered at her, a furious look on his face. The wizard walked around his desk and sat down, his eyes meeting hers. There were several moments of silence before the wizard spoke.

“I can’t give you what you need?” Severus said to the witch almost mockingly, “What you need, Miss Granger…is an attitude adjustment to break you out of this ‘Poor little smart girl. I’m under so much pressure’ line of dragon dung you tried to run past me.”

Hermione stared at the wizard as he sneered unpleasantly.

“You forget who you are talking to, witch. Your paltry complaints about your ‘pressures’ are nothing…nothing compared to my own. I am carrying the soul of a very manipulative old wizard inside me. I am domiciled in the Dark Lord’s stronghold and have lost my usefulness, which means most likely I will soon become his whipping boy again. I am a wanted man who in reality did not commit the crime they accuse me of. I have to work with Harry Potter, a boy I’ve despised since I first laid eyes on him and my continued existence depends on his success or failure. The list goes on and on. What do you think is boiling over inside of me, Miss Granger? I sincerely wish that my problems were as simple as yours. You are right. You are an arrogant young woman to even entertain the thought that you are ‘suffering’ because of who you are,” the wizard said.

Hermione blinked but didn’t say anything. It was as if the wizard’s words mesmerized her, held her tightly under his influence. Severus continued.

“Not only are you arrogant, you are selfish, self-absorbed and manipulative as well. Rules are bent for you, an example being your use of a Time Turner in your third year. No student should have been given permission to use such a powerful magical item. But you were…and I am sure you misused its power to alter events…to tamper with destiny,” he said to her.

Severus had always suspected Hermione had something to do with Sirius’ mysterious escape after he learned she had a Time Turner. His reading of her journals confirmed that suspicion. She had cost him both the satisfaction of seeing his hated enemy kissed by a Dementor and of receiving a medal from the Ministry for his capture. He frowned blackly at the memory before continuing his monologue.

”Heads turn the other way when you overstep your bounds, such as when you turned yourself into a cat creature in your second year after illegally brewing Polyjuice potion. You should have been expelled. But instead you were nursed back to health and turned loose on the halls of Hogwarts with no retribution at all,” the Potions Master snapped.

Severus had been livid that nothing had been done to Hermione concerning the Polyjuice incident, especially since some of the ingredients had been stolen from his stores. Albus had said she had been punished enough by being turned into a two-legged feline but Severus disagreed to the point of saying the Headmaster was showing house nepotism. It didn’t matter though. Albus could break the rules if he chose, and in Hermione’s case…he chose to let her go unscathed. This did nothing to endear the witch to the Potions Master. He continued, driving to what he felt was the heart of the matter.

”Everyone around you pampers and praises you, your marks, your brilliance, your magical abilities, and the apparent brightness of your future in the wizarding world. But I see you as a spoiled little princess who has no idea how charmed her life is. Not only do you take your charmed existence for granted, you ungrateful little chit, you complain about it! In effect, Miss Granger…you were an untouchable and could do no wrong when wrong was all you did. Any Slytherin would love to be in your position, but as a Gryffindor, that…that gift is wasted on you. You bitch, moan and cry about the situation…as I said before, ‘poor little smart girl.’ If you honestly believe this is ‘pressure’ you aren’t as brilliant as everyone claims, Miss Granger…you are a foolish, foolish witch in that you see no advantage in your situation. But I don’t believe that for a moment. The truth is Miss Granger…you DO see the advantage, but to like it would be decidedly against your Gryffindor upbringing... and secretly, you like it."

Hermione flushed, color rising from the collar of her robes and over her face. Severus shook his head.

"You’re not feeling ‘pressure’ Miss Granger. You are feeling guilt and you want me to be the one to absolve that guilt because I’ve never been fooled by you,” he said silkily

Severus stared at the witch, seeming to see right inside her as he made his next statement.

“And now, you wish to use me, Miss Granger. It’s not surprising, considering I’ve always been used by others. By Albus, by Voldemort, by the Order and now, you too seek to use me like a tool as they do,” Severus said, “Only in your case, I possess a physical tool to accommodate you.”

There was a bit of a growl in his voice when he said this. Hermione shuddered a bit at his assessment.

”Yet I have never had the opportunity to unleash myself on those who use me, who force me to serve them and I usually pay a heavy price for my service. With you, it would not be that way. You are trying to manipulate me, Miss Granger, but it is you who will pay the heavy price for my ‘service’ if I give you want you believe you want. I will in this case, receive something other than torture and pain for my service. My life is not in the balance.”

Severus shook his head almost imperceptibly as he studied the witch.

“People have the mistaken idea that masochism is only a sexual deviancy, but it is not. Masochists don’t always need others to cause them pain. They often cause their own pain and revel in it. They are self-sadists. You have always been a masochist, Miss Granger. I saw the signs of it from day one…the little overachiever who would write until her fingers knotted up with pain and her eyes blurred from reading line after line of text, committing it to memory as if her life depended on it. You have always pushed yourself beyond your limits, studying to exhaustion, writing pages and pages of work when only one would suffice and worrying over subjects that you had no cause to worry over. You’ve always extended yourself further than necessary…not because you wished to be the best, but because you liked punishing yourself. Now, you are ready for a step up. You want your punishment to be external, rather than internal. You want it given rather than self-inflicted. This is not about your desire for me, Miss Granger, but your own desire for another level of punishment. I do not disappoint you. You disappoint yourself,” he said, sitting back in his chair for a moment and considering her.

Suddenly, Severus found himself wanting to brutalize Hermione, to use the twisted little witch to release his own stockpile of bottled emotions and long-held resentments. She could be his outlet, his relief, his own personal catharsis. It might well be his last encounter with the Gryffindor witch, but if it was, would be a thorough one. Severus began to warm to his role, inwardly transforming who he was to what Hermione wanted him to be.

Severus trained his black eyes on her, a dangerous glint in them now. Hermione watched as the wizard’s pale face contorted slightly before he spoke to her again.

”I have never purposely abused a woman sexually. I don’t believe if I treat you the way you want, I will be abusing you. Given you have pissed me off significantly with your attempt to lay blame on me for your own inability to find satisfaction, not to mention a few issues I have with you of my own dating back to when you were my student…I believe I can fuck you to tears and beyond tears, witch…with all the ‘extras’ that you crave,” he said, letting the silk of his voice add a touch of dark promise to his words.

Hermione’s lips parted as she felt a dark pulse inside her. Severus let his voice drop lower and become even silkier, knowing that the witch was excited…and that knowledge was arousing.

“You want it cold. You want it hard. You want it brutal,” the wizard purred, “You want it with no pretense of affection…you want to feel taken, controlled, dominated.”

He slowly rose and walked around his desk, then around the desk Hermione was seated at. He stood behind her, Hermione shivering slightly at his closeness. The Professor leaned down, placing his lips close to her ear. He reverted back to the use of her given name.

”I told you, Hermione, I am not the man of your dreams,” he purred, his warm breath caressing her ear, “But I can be. I will be.”

The wizard straightened and began unbuttoning his robes behind her. Hermione started to turn her head to look at him, but the wizard hissed, “Keep looking straight ahead!”

Hermione quickly did as the wizard demanded, feeling the familiar tingling sensation between her legs that rose every time she fantasized about him. But this wasn’t an imagined encounter. This was truly happening.

Severus opened his robes, but didn’t remove them. He stepped closer to Hermione, letting her feel his body’s proximity.

”Usually, Hermione…there is a safe word used in situations like this,” he said in a low voice, “A word used to end an encounter when it becomes too much. You...will not have one. I will only stop if you beg me to stop, and if I believe you have indeed reached your threshold. You want me to take control, witch…so I will control all aspects of this experience. And since you are an experienced ‘woman’ now, I fully intend to treat you as one. You will do everything I ask of you, Hermione. Everything.”

Hermione heard a soft noise behind her, like fabric shifting.

“You may turn around now,” Severus said, his voice a bit raw, “Turn around and face me.”

Hermione turned her body around on the stool, her eyes going wide as the Potions Master stood before her, his boxers lowered, his pale fist wrapped around the based of his long, thick cock. She had only glimpsed it the first time, but knew Severus was big because of how he filled her when he took her. Her mouth formed a little “o” as Severus smirked.

”Quite a tool, isn’t it, witch?” he asked her, drawing back the pale foreskin and letting her see the large purple head, liquid weeping from its tip. Gods, not only was it long but it was so… so fat.

“That’s not normal,” she breathed, causing both of Severus’ eyebrows to rise, “It’s too big.”

Severus shook it a little, a lascivious little smirk on his face.

”You’d be surprised at how many witches have told me that,” he purring, caressing the shaft a bit, working the skin back and forth, Hermione unable to take her eyes off his impressive erection, “I proved them all wrong, however. It fit every time…in every orifice.”

Hermione’s eyes flicked up at him in alarm.

”Every orifice?” she asked him, suddenly feeling very apprehensive. Severus chuckled as he saw a bit of the hunger leave her eyes. It didn’t matter now. The witch had convinced him this coupling would be extraordinary. His own hunger was all that mattered now.

“Yes,” the Potions Master said, his other hand suddenly shooting out and grasping a handful of the witch’s curly hair tightly. Hermione cried out as he wrenched her off the stool to her feet. The wizard held her bent over, not allowing her to straighten.

“The orifice I like to start with is the mouth,” Severus hissed, yanking her hair a bit more as Hermione cried out, “You’re hurting me!”

”Am I doing it right?” he asked her silkily, relaxing his grip a bit but not too much.

After a moment of staring at the wizard’s cock which he held a few inches from her face and inhaling the scent of him, Hermione breathed a shuddering, “Yesssss.”

”I thought so,” Severus purred, tightening his hold again so she gasped.

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A/N: More to come. Thanks for reading.