Cover Girl

Hermione found herself somewhere she never expected to be. She was standing in a mid-range hotel room in a New York high-rise. She was wearing thigh high stockings, heels, a pair of pink cotton panties and a white tank top. It was only a few hours after she had sent the owl to Seve and and already she was doubting her decision. She had never made a date like this before. She didn’t know if there was some kind of dress code for tawdry affairs. The outfit she had now was just what she had been wearing, minus a skirt and bra. Her nipples were getting hard, but not from arousal. She was cold and nervous and beginning to wonder where Severus was.

She had expected him to apperate in right on time, but he was already ten minutes late. He didn’t make a lot of sense, really. When he had asked for her autograph, he hadn’t been able to look her in they eye, then at Hogwarts, he had been so eager for sex he practically jumped in her pants. Now, he was acting like it was all her idea. She rubbed her arms and sat on the bed.

Hermione wasn’t the only one who was aware that Severus’s behavior was uneven. He had asked for her signature! If he had ever thought he had a chance with the girl, he never would have let Marly talk him into asking her. Now, he had to persuade her that he wasn’t a broken-spirit. He was a man she could respect. If waiting an extra fifteen minutes outside the door made her remember he was a man, then so be it. All the same, his erection was becoming painful. He decided to give himself a magical view of what was going on inside the room.

He saw Hermione sitting on queen-size bed, slouched a little. She definitelyn’t n’t in her usual model attitude of confident sexiness. Actually, there was something in her posture that made him think of a much younger Hermione, maybe from her seventh year, when she had begun to doubt that everything worth knowing could be found in a book, and hadn’t yet found her confidence in any other area. He remembered that adventurous questioning girl and checked his watch. There were still four more minutes before he would be fifteen minutes late, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Hermione stood up when she heard the door open and her super-model confidence was back. She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart and her hips forward.

“Miss Granger. You will not speak until I ask you to,” Severus said as he shut the door behind himself. He was wearing muggle business attire, a dark gray suit, white shirt and a bright yellow-green tie. It had been a long time that Hermione expected to find her old Potions Master sexy, and still she was surprised at how attractive he was. A little of her fear left her when she heard his deep menacing voice. Sure, he scared her a little, but she also knew without a doubt that she wanted him.

Severus slid the knot out of his tie while taking in the sight of the young woman standing in front of him. Her entire body was an invitation, but he would have to resist accepting for a short while longer. The end of her hair was dusting the tips of her breasts. Her shirt didn’t reach the tops of her panties, and he could see the swell of her hip bone jutting toward him. There was a little softness and womanly roundness in her belly, but no one could have thought that a figure flaw.

He pulled his tie all the way off and wrapped it around her face and tied it firmly behind her head. She would not see his nakedness. That would be too much. Perhaps if things had been different, he would not have been ashamed to show her a pale scarred body with a dark mark and the signs of advancing age, but things were not different. Let her think, for the time being, that he was objectifying her, and he only wanted to play with a pretty toy. After all, anything was better than the truth, that he would have been her willing slave no matter what she had chosen to do with her life—if she had chosen to clean houses for a living he would have wrung out her mops and sponges, if she had chosen to drive a freight truck, he would have read to her in the passenger seat. The only eventuality he hadn’t considered for her post-student life was that she would become an impossibly lovely celebrity with no end of doting admirers.

At least she was here, in front of him, right now. He reached out a hand and caressed her chin, letting his touch fall down her neck, between her breasts and then lower.