Beyond Pathetic

The night slid by with Severus getting very little sleep, between re-checking Hermione’s pulse and the moonlight falling on her perfect skin. Around dawn, he arose to wash and dress for the day, and sat on the bed’s edge to try waking her again.

“Miss…Hermione…” he said, still not sure what to call her.

Groaning slightly, she shifted away from his voice. He took this as a good sign and continued.

“Hermione, I must insist you get up,” he said, pouring as much authority into his voice while still attempting to sound somewhat nice, “You’ve been poisoned, Miss Granger.”

The sound of her surname caused good results. She frowned, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, before stretching and yawning in a way that made Severus think incomparably of a cat.

‘If cats were human. And beautiful. And in my bed, stretching.’

Her eyes opened, and mild surprise crossed her features to look into his face and be in a bedroom that was obviously not her own. “Good morning, Severus. Would you mind, terribly, telling me what happened last night?”

‘Sweet mother of Merlin, she thinks we…’

“Er,” said Severus, “Nothing. Well, I mean, you were accidentally given wine that had a minor sedative in it, but nothing else…happened…”

“Ah,” she said, sitting up, “I’m still in my formal robes, which is a good sign.”

Indignant, Severus stood, “Miss Granger, although you find yourself in a rather unorthodox predicament, I am frankly appalled that…”

Hermione laughed, “I was only kidding. And I seem to remember asking you to call me Hermione.”

“I have been,” said Severus stubbornly, “But you were sleeping every time.”

That sounded far more sexually awkward than he had meant it to. There was a heinously long moment of silence, before Hermione spoke again.

“Well, you’re right about the unorthodox predicament part. Would you care to fill me in?”

Severus gingerly sat back onto the mattress, leaning against the bedpost at the end.
“About ten years ago, Lucius Malfoy gifted me a very expensive bottle of wine. I think it may have been in celebration of my birthday, but I wasn’t paying attention. At any rate, he made some snide remark about my…difficulty…with women, and how the wine may come in useful in that…department,” seeing the blank look on Hermione’s face, Severus continued quickly, “Not that I was, you know…but it was the only bottle of wine I had left, and I’m terribly, terribly sorry, Miss Granger.”

Hermoine smiled again, “It’s alright, Severus. I hadn’t been knocked unconscious in years, and was beginning to miss it. But…I know I drank more than you, but why were you not affected?”

“It seems Lucius mixed something into the wine to make only women susceptible to the affects. It was his idea of a joke. I was too harassed to press him about what it was, and thought it best to keep you here for the night,” Severus hesitated, “You are sure you feel alright?”

Nodding, Hermione continued, “Yes, I feel just fine. And I would know if I had been…violated…in any way.”

Severus frowned, “How?”

It was now Hermione’s turn to look uncomfortable, “Well, it’s been a while since I last…you know…and if anything had happened…down…there…I would be able to…feel it today…”

Thinking it best not to press her any further, Severus nodded and swiftly changed the subject. Standing up, he said, “Feel free to use my floo to transport you back to your own quarters. I am also having the elves send up some breakfast, and I would like to…perhaps…make up for last night’s shortcomings.”

“That sounds wonderful,” said Hermione, peeling back the covers and set her delicate feet down on the cold floor. She gathered her shoes and followed Severus back into his study. Taking some floo powder from a bowl on the mantle, she tossed it into the fire Severus had re-conjured there upon waking.

Before she entered, however, Hermione leaned upward and kissed Severus softly on the cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she said, “I’ll be back in about half an hour for breakfast.”

With a “Professor Granger’s rooms!” and a few steps, she was gone, leaving Severus with that morbid tingling again.

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Severus could feel her behind him, her delicate fingertips caressing his scar-laced back. She kissed her way in front of him, lips moving over shoulders, chest, neck, face, and finally coming to rest on his lips. Shakily, he moved his hand into her thick curls, pulling Hermione further into the kiss. His tongue reached into her sweet mouth only to be sucked on, eliciting a drawn-out moan from his throat. He tentatively reached his hands out to her bare chest, and meeting no resistance, began to caress her breasts with a vicious fervor.

Moaning now herself, Hermione undid the belt buckle and buttons on Severus’ pants, moving maddeningly slow. Sliding his almost pulsating length into her mouth, she ran her tongue around the head before engulfing the whole organ.

“Hermione…” Severus moaned out, tangling his hands in her hair in an attempt to keep her there, covering him with her mouth.

Alas, it was not to be, though as Hermione slowly let him go and pushed him down onto the bed, it didn’t seem so bad.

It definitely wasn’t bad when she pushed him into her wet tightness. Severus watched, brain-dead, as she slid up and down, her ample breasts bouncing with the movement. He grasped her hips with his normally eloquent hands, trying to keep his release from exploding. This was easier said than done, when Hermione moaned out his name and bit her lip, sending Severus into a mindless abandon.

“Severus!” Hermione called, as he moved his hand to one of her breasts in his orgasmic bliss, “I’m back!”

“Fuck,” said Severus loudly, grabbing a towel and wiping his copious liquid from his hands and now flaccid organ. He washed himself off thoroughly before exiting his washroom, his usual post-coitus depression alleviated a bit by the woman who haunted his dreams being present and conscious in his quarters.

A/N: So finally another chapter. I apologize for the lateness and shortness, I’ve had business. This week should be better. Thanks again for the swank reviews.