A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 36 ~ Clearing the Air

Hermione arrived at the Hog’s Head Inn, looking a bit apprehensive as she entered. It wasn’t the most reputable place of business, especially over the past few years. There were only two patrons sitting at the tables. Hermione’s nose wrinkled. The inn always had the distinct odor of goat.

Aberforth looked at the witch from behind the bar and could tell she was here for a reason. Probably a quick fuck.

“Back there,” he growled at Hermione, pointing to the door that led to the back room.

Hermione thanked him and tentatively walked toward the room, opened the door and entered. She saw Severus sitting at a small table and her eyes wandered around the room. It was like a little motel room with a bed and dresser. The Potions Master looked at her steadily, saying nothing as the witch pulled out a chair and sat down across from him.

The wizard’s eyes glinted at her. He was very displeased, she could tell.

“Severus…” she began.

The wizard suddenly pulled out his wand and seemed to point it straight at Hermione. He cast a ward on the door and a silencing spell before returning the wand to his robes pocket. Severus leveled his dark eyes on her.

“Explain to me why you came to Rosier’s and almost blew my cover,” the wizard said in a low, intense voice. “I said my goodbye to you at Hogwarts.”

“I…I needed to talk to you,” Hermione replied in a small voice.

“You could have talked to me when I returned, Hermione. You see, this is why I kept you in the dark…to keep you from interfering in my work,” the wizard seethed at her. “You put us both in danger, Hermione. There’s no excuse for that. None.”

”But Severus…I felt it important enough to follow you,” Hermione said, “I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry.”

Severus looked at her coldly.

“Guilt brought you here, not remorse,” he replied evenly. “You came here to ease your own conscience, not to make reparations to me. You are a selfish, controlling witch, Hermione. But you need not worry that will make me think less of you. As a Slytherin I understand selfishness and the need for control.”

Hermione looked at her lover. Was that what he really thought of her? But, she did act as if she belonged in Slytherin house lately.

“No Severus. I had a bit of time to think, and I truly am sorry. I’ve become very controlling in our relationship, very thick-headed, unreasonable…”

”Disrespectful,” Severus added silkily, his eyes washing over her.

“Yes, disrespectful too. I am trying to make all the rules in this relationship. I didn’t give you a chance to say anything before I arbitrarily cut you off. I used your desire for me as a weapon, as a way to punish you…and I shouldn’t have done that. We should have talked instead of me just turning you out of my bed as if telling you to go stand in a corner someplace until I say you can come out. I am treating you like a child as much as you are doing to me,” Hermione said, “I just wanted to let you know I’m not going to do that anymore. I’m going to change and be more reasonable. I’m going to try and be more understanding. You’ve made changes for me and I’ve started taking you for granted. I’m so sorry for that, Severus. I’m sorry for everything. I truly am.”

Severus stared at her for several moments, then sighed.

“It’s not all your fault, Hermione. I indulge you too much. I let you get away with murder. You act like a spoiled child much of the time, throwing tantrums and attacking me. Instead of taking you to task and correcting you…I enjoy your fits of anger and goad you on because it gives me pleasure that I can make you snap,” the wizard said, his lip quirking slightly, “and we both know when I do finally get down to ‘correcting’ you, I treat our little confrontations like foreplay. It’s just that I’ve never had a fiery, temperamental witch of my own and I enjoy taming you. I never manage to do it for long, however…which appeals to me as well. I never grow tired of you. It makes sense that you would target my desire for you in order to get the upper hand and ‘tame’ me for a change. It is something you know that affects me deeply. You have truly been Slytherinized.”

Hermione stared at him. He was right. Severus never even tried to talk to her when she was upset. He simply let her go at him and she had become used to that. And to the aftermath. There were never any real solutions…just mind-blowing sex and a temporary truce because of it. They did talk sometimes, but those were sober, peaceful moments to start with.

“We’re going to have to mature, Severus. Both of us,” Hermione said to him.

Severus nodded soberly.

“Not too much, I hope,” he said silkily, “I happen to like our foreplay. Nothing like a little pain to get my…dander up.”

Severus loved tussling with Hermione. She was a wildcat when angry, and would kick, bite, pull hair and hit him with whatever she could get her hands on. Of course, he never really tried to hurt her or restrain her, he just loved how he calmed her afterward with stroke after stroke until she folded to her passion for him and the mouth that cursed him only moments before would whisper words of love. That did it for the wizard every time.

Hermione gave him a small smile.

“I’ll still try to crack your head open from time to time,” she said softly.

“A sign of true love,” the wizard crooned at her.

Yes, the couple was a bit dysfunctional…but it was their dysfunction and it worked for them.

The couple stared at each other in silence, Hermione very aware that Severus would be gone for an unknown period of time. The wizard was also thinking he would be away from her.

“So, am I still cut off, witch?” Severus asked Hermione quietly.

“No. I’ve changed my mind about that. It was unfair. You told me why you did what you did, Severus, and I can understand it from your point of view. I would have been climbing the walls just like you said. I’m probably going to be climbing the walls when I return to Hogwarts too. I’m scared for you. I’m always scared for you,” she said softly.

“I’ve been doing this a long time, Hermione. I have no intentions on being snuffed out by Death Eaters. If there is any snuffing to be done, I’ll be the one doing it,” the wizard said to her.

Again a heavy silence fell between them. Then Severus stood up.

“I need to go, Hermione. I have things I need to do before I show up at Rosier’s tonight,’ he said to her.

“Rosier’s? His manor?” Hermione asked.

Severus nodded. Hermione was a member of the Order now. He could tell her what he was going to do.

“There’s a revel tonight with special entertainment. I am to be Rosier’s guest for the next few days,” the wizard said darkly.

“A revel…oh Severus. That’s horrible,” Hermione said, knowing that meant he would most likely be casting the Killing curse on the poor victims.

“That’s my life, Hermione, until we can finally round them all up. But Bella has to make her move first,” Severus replied. He started walking toward the door. Hermione stood up and blocked his path. Her eyes met his.

“I don’t want to part like this,” she said in a soft voice.

The Potions Master looked down at her. He had expected the witch to do something like this. He looked at her.

“I have to go, Hermione,” he said softly, trying to walk around the witch. She pressed into him.

“I owe you an apology,” she said, emphasizing the word “apology.” “I’ve been a bad witch, Severus.” She moved against him a little and felt the wizard pulse despite himself. “Don’t you think I’ve been a bad witch?”

Severus scowled down at her. She was trying to seduce him…here…in the Hog’s Head Inn. The minx.

“Yes, you’ve been a bad witch…but I wouldn’t put you in that ratty bed for anything, Hermione. Besides, this isn’t the proper place…” he said, sounding as if he were trying to convince himself more than the witch.

“And Grimauld Place was?” she asked him.

Severus looked down at Hermione…her eyes were hot and her lips parted.

“Stop tempting me! I have things to do witch!” Severus hissed at her, pushing her away from him in a temper.

“Once before you leave me, Severus. That’s all I'm asking you,” Hermione said to him.

The Potions Master’s nostrils flared.

Suddenly, Hermione walked away from him, walking over to the wall next to the curtained window. She placed both her hands against it, then leaned her forehead forward, resting it against the wall as well, pushing her hips back, then standing there quietly.

Severus’ robes began to tent as he looked at her position.

“You are a wicked, seducing little witch,” he suddenly snarled at her, striding over to the witch and pressing his loins against her ass harshly. Hermione could feel his erection and let out a moan, pressing back against him. Severus didn’t move for a moment, his dark eyes resting on her.

“Fine,” he said darkly, pulling back from her, unbuttoning the lower part of his robes quickly, then undoing his belt and trousers beneath. “You want me to fuck you against a wall before I leave, witch…I’ll fuck you.”

Hermione felt the wizard lift her robes over her back and heard him let out a little curse as he saw her jeans.

“At least you could have worn a skirt,” he hissed, reaching under her roughly and unsnapping her jeans and yanking them down along with her knickers. The scent of her arousal hit him full blast as he bent, pulling her clothing down her thighs.

The wizard straightened with a growl and tugged his own trousers and boxers down around his calf, his cock springing out. Without hesitation he plunged his cock deep into Hermione with a grunt, gripping her waist tightly as she let out a cry. He started fucking the witch fast and hard, pulling her ass into him.

“This is what you wanted?” he groaned at her as her heat and wetness caressed him. The witch was so turned on his cock was squishing through her juices. “You little succubus. Take it then!”

Severus fucked Hermione violently, the witch crying out as he placed his hands on the wall and bent his knees, driving upward, lifting the witch up on her toes and ramming into her softness until Hermione keened and melted around him. The wizard didn’t try to hold back, but followed her over the precipice, slamming into Hermione with a growl, bending over her and clutching her close as he fired inside her, his hips continuing to thrust slightly as his pulsing eased. Then he moved her hair aside and kissed her throat gently.

“I am too weak for you, Hermione Granger. You may well be the death of me,” he breathed into the gasping witch’s ear before he straightened and withdrew, pulling out his wand and scourgifying her before fixing her clothing. He then cleansed himself and fixed his own clothing, Hermione watching him with glistening eyes.

Severus finished straightening himself out, then looked down at Hermione…his eyes softening. He leaned and gave her a soft, lingering kiss on her mouth.

“Return to Hogwarts, witch and work on your project. I will return to you in a few days. Keep an eye on the Riddle witch as well. Don’t trust her,” he said, disillusioning himself.

Hermione felt the shimmer kiss her again, then the door opened and Severus walked through, exiting the inn.

After about five minutes, Hermione followed. Aberforth leered at her from behind the bar.

“I guess I need to change the bedsheets,” he said to Hermione as she passed.

Hermione scowled at him.

“The bedsheets are fine,” she replied huffily, exiting the inn also.

Dumbledore’s brother was horrible. Just horrible. The old goat-lover.

Aberforth put down the filthy glass he was making even filthier with his dirty bar rag, walked from behind the bar and into the room. He looked around. Yes, the bed had been untouched. The old wizard sniffed delicately then grinned lasciviously. The witch may not have been taken to the mattress...

...but the room still smelled of fresh pussy.

Aberforth took another deep breath, filling his lungs with the aroma of sex. He missed it.

"Gods, to be young again," he sighed, pulling out his wand and casting a freshening smell.

It was ready for the next patron.
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A/N: Ah one last, angry lemon. Lol. Okay…now the nitty gritty. Thanks for reading.