Killing Cupid

Chapter 4

A/N- Thank you, as ever, to my readers/ reviewers, I cannot believe I’m over the 1000 mark on hits! *Falls off chair at the thought of so many people having read anything have written* and not a single less than positive review! Hurrah!
My suggested listening for this chappie, seeing as it is what I am currently playing in order to work self up into the frenzy that is necessary for its writing -Iggy Pop- Lust for life, The Undertones- Teenage Kicks, Stiff Little Fingers- Alternative Ulster, Ramones- Now I wanna sniff some glue and Sheena is a punk rocker, followed by Muse- Origin of Symmetry. (Jo, I know you’re sniggering at the mental image of me dancing about like a loon then hurriedly typing out my perverted…ahem… ‘masterpiece’ lol! And you may not be alone in such thoughts…) Please forgive me if this chapter seems both wildly fantastical and OOC, the overwhelming opinion of my reviewers seems to be that its high time for some (semi) lemon flavoured goodness, and I must say I quite agreed!

***Seva***

Neither of the two bodies engulfed in the voluminous robes travelling at a fair rate down the stone steps to the dungeons was a stranger to fear, and yet both, (although it would take a dose of veritaserum to extract from either a confession of this) found themselves in a similarly alleviated state of panic. It was unclear if said panic stemmed from the fact that both parties were aware that something very extraordinary and blatantly beyond their control was happening, or that whatever power it was that initiated such an occurrence was causing both to be sure that should they be separated then, without the close physical proximity of the other, they would wither and die.

Hermione wondered if she was subject to some little known yet infinitely pleasurable form of the Imperius curse, so certain was she that at this moment she would unquestioningly do anything and go anywhere for the man with whom she was entwined. Of course, she was not, as well she knew, but somehow that seemed more plausible than the thought that she was totally enamoured with one she had detested a few hours previously. However, it seemed that she and Severus, (as she considered, at this point anyway, referring to him as ‘Snape’ seemed horribly impersonal) had long since abandoned the idea of logical thought. Indeed, Severus’ ordinarily brilliant mind seemed to have been reduced to no more than a collection of words-
‘I have to have Hermione…I have to have her…’ Quickly it formed a mantra, and it took all the self control he possessed to refrain from ravishing the woman around whom, in a fiercely protective manner, his arms remained.

Evidently though, there are some things which oneself cannot even begin to control. The reaction of our Potions Master when, upon feeling a particularly cold breeze (how the dungeons were breezy is beyond my comprehension, but it must be understood that years of magical reactions take their toll on even the stone of the walls) Hermione’s body gave an involuntary shiver, causing Severus the most delectable vibrations, is a classic example.

Anything even vaguely resembling will power was thrown wholeheartedly to the (quite possibly potions failure induced) wind, and as Hermione’s back collided with the solid oaken door at the bottom of the staircase their mouths met in a ravenous connection of teeth and tongues. Severus seemed to be taking the opportunity to thoroughly explore Hermione’s mouth, as if committing it to memory as her own tongue undertook a frantic battle to gain entry to every crevice imaginable within his own. It was clear, as Severus’ bit tantalisingly upon her lower lip that come hell, high water or naked pictures of Sybil Trelawney this was going to be seen through to its logical conclusion.

He seized her wrists, causing momentary mewed protests at her hands being denied the privilege to roam, as they had been, Severus’ body, from his shoulders, via the hard plane of his chest to his lusciously tight, wool clad arse. (She had not even begun the preliminary investigation of the impressive bulge, now being ground against her, which seemed impossibly to be growing harder still…) However, protest soon turned to stifled moans of abject pleasure as his lips and teeth grazed her jawbone with tiny nips and kisses, subsequently turning his attention to her neck, biting hard and sucking to cause red marks, a display of his possession, quickly soothed by his wondrous tongue. Just as Hermione was beginning to think she could quite happily die from the sensations he caused, Severus began to move, imperceptibly at first, to position himself on his knees lower down her body, pausing his ministrations for the slightest of seconds to grin wolfishly up at her, (the sight of her once surly Potions Professor grinning unashamedly was enough to make Hermione’s already overloaded brain do all but run, in liquid form, out of her ears) before once again employing his woefully underrated teeth to slide the straps of her flimsy night-gown off her shoulders, causing it to fall in a pool of material at her feet.

Bloody hell. Hermione was standing stark naked in front of Severus Snape. Taking even herself by surprise she grinned back, allowing her previously unknown inner minx to rule as her breath escaped in an utterly salacious moan. Severus, meanwhile, began to run his tongue agonisingly slowly over her hardened left nipple, eliciting a cry of shock mingled with an overwhelming amount of pleasure when once again his teeth were applied to stimulate her already tingling senses. This process seemed to go on for what seemed like the most blissful eternity of Hermione\'s life, before the procedure of licking, sucking and biting was repeated on her right hand side. With one final, deliciously slow flick of his tongue she felt him release his grip on her wrists, and trail his mouth and fingers ever lower, though keeping a precautionary hand upon Hermione’s hip, having already felt her legs begin to tremble. Circumveg heg her patch of wiry curls he sought out the source of her abundant wetness, swirling his tongue in delicate circles across her engorged clit whilst the beautiful fingers of his free hand stroked down into her sodden opening.
Herminone longed to scream out, but the words seemed impossible to form, and she had distinct reservations whether language could ever do justice to all that she was experiencing. However, some subconscious, deeply repressed part of her (usually) well ordered mind allowed her to vocalise her previous fantasies, punctuated by gasps of pure lust.
‘I…I need you now…I want…I want you to own me completely…fuck me…please…Professor…’
Shit, fuck and buggery. Had she really just reminded the man on the verge of giving her the most amazing orgasm she could ever conceivably imagine that she was nothing but a silly little schoolgirl? Even in her state of extreme arousal Hermione began to worry.

Severus, on the other hand, thought the inhalation of Hermione’s heavenly musk was causing him to hallucinate. Surely the words he had just heard had not come from her lips? However, hearing her breathlessly address him as professor confirmed that which he could not believe. It is a curious thought that for a man with such little self-esteem as he, being in control and power was still such a powerful aphrodisiac. He may have been the one kneeling before her, but Severus Snape was most definitely the master. He was the one making her feel precisely what she wanted, and he alone could give her what she so evidently needed. That he had such power over anyone, let alone a woman he wanted more than the world itself, combined with the fact that his authority and domination was exactly what she desired of him made his him positively light headed. With a growl, reverberating from deep within he thrust his tongue deep within her, causing her to scream out her release, echoing around the cold stone walls whilst simultaneously quashing her temporary fear of his rejection. As the waves of her orgasm were still washing over her Severus straightened up to his full height, and smirked down at Hermione.
‘All in good time, my dear, all in good time.’


A/N- Don’t worry, precious ones, I haven’t forgotten about the ‘Valentines’ element, it’ll all come back to the forefront next chapter! So, what do you think? I know poor Severus must still be somewhat frustrated, but at least Hermione (and I hope you, in some sense or another…*sniggers*) have some satisfaction now. Hope you all enjoy the way it progresses, R&R! XxX

Thank you’s go to…

Shiv- Well, I think that answers your question, doesn’t it! Although he is still honourable, as you will see next chapter, he does have some morals after all!
Jkrazed- Well, I had kind of intended some, but I was quickly persuaded otherwise!
Hawlaw- Thank you! Thank you so much *bows*
Zephyr- I’m sorry m’dear! I promise I won’t do it again, there was just too much to go in one chapter and the evil cliffy seemed the only way round it!
Aoibheann- fantastic, I’m so glad to find a fellow user of the marvellous phrase and I’m equally glad you’re enjoying so far!
XxPhoenixX- lol, I’m both anti- valentine and insane too, and though I usually would object to the term ‘cute’ being applied to the object of my adoration I have to agree in this instance! Yay! Thanks for reviewing!
Nesscafe- indeed, she is a lucky, lucky, LUCKY wench, as it transpires! Hope you enjoy the way its progressing, your kind words really do mean a lot to me!
LittleBird- Hehehe, my sentiments entirely! Well, he does occasionally do things that are uncharacteristic, and there’s more to him than meets the eye!
Deblovesdragon- Aha, *taps nose knowingly*…your questions will be answered soon, but I believe you are along the correct lines! (“,)
Deb- Thank you! Yeah, I thought it was kinda nice to have a bit of a ‘getting to know them’ bit first too!
Jo- well, well, hope my odd little mind hasn’t sickened you, still worry you’re going to turn to me and express your disgust! Lol, as ever your opinion and enjoyment mean more to me than most, and in reply to your personal note, as I keep saying time and time again, no matter how ill and pissed off you get I’ll still love you copiously! XxXx
Slytheringryffindor21- Thank you lots! Hope you’re still enjoying!
Geekgoddess- I know, I thought a little bit of angst and lusting from afar would make it all the sweeter when they finally do get ‘shagging like bunnies’ lol!