Met and Beset

A/N H/C and unmitigated mush ahead.

"And, now, Severus -- wait patiently to meet your fiancée."

Lucius snapped his fingers and Severus found himself bound firmly to a wall, ropes biting into his wrists and ankles. Lucius turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving a tall candle burning.

Snape found anger roiling madly in his stomach as he fought against his bindings. As minutes slowly ticked by, pain began to penetrate his anger, the ropes with which Lucius had bound him were cutting into his flesh.

He clenched his teeth in anger and irritation as he felt a trickle of blood flow down his right arm. Damnation. Lucius and his fricking *ideas. *

Malfoy had come back from Hogwarts the previous day, looking relaxed and sated. Severus had ventured a comment about the Flight Mistress being a loving bride-to-be and Lucius had snapped at him to shut it or have it shut for him.

Severus had raised an eyebrow and returned his attention to the book he was reading. What was the world coming to if Malfoy couldn't take a mild joke. His days at Hogwarts must have been a misery, or perhaps, as he pondered further, too much of a pleasure. Severus had grinned to himself: Lucius in love. Who would have thought.

Now Snape found himself glaring at the single candle as it slowly burned down, wondering what Lucius had up his sleeve. Malfoy hadn't been a total bastard and had bound a rope around Severus' waist so his extremities wouldn't be supporting his weight. But to be bound so ignominiously, to have to wait for the Granger chit to show up to free him. He could barely move his head, Malfoy having bound his neck as well.

'Or not free me,' he snarled to himself, 'depending on where her tastes lie.' He felt blood trickling down from his rope-burned left ankle and threw his head back smacking it against the wall inadvertantly. For a moment, he saw stars. Great. He'd better settle down before he gave himself a concussion.

What seemed like hours later, but was maybe barely an hour, the door to the bedroom opened. A hand cast a wand-free Silencio at Snape as he opened his mouth to give Malfoy a piece of his mind. He froze, involuntarily silent as Malfoy began to speak.

"Miss Granger, I hope you find this guest suite to your satisfaction," Lucius purred.

Hermione stepped through the door and peered around. She failed to see the man bound to the wall as he was hidden by shadow. "I'm sure the room is satisfactory. Thank you for your kind hospitality," she said, hesitantly. Snape could tell she wasn't sure what to make of Lucius as the obsequious host. He held himself still, lest Malfoy cast a Petrificus to hold him completely frozen against the wall.

"Rest well, Miss Granger. I'm sure Severus will be here tomorrow morning, or perhaps sooner, to greet you properly." With that parting comment and a slightly leering smile, Lucius shut the door and left the bemused Hermione inside the guest room. When she arrived at Malfoy Manor, she had sat down to dinner with Lucius, with nary a glimpse of Snape. Something surely was up.

Hermione stared at the door. She didn't trust Malfoy as far as she could throw him, but his invitation had included a statement that her fiancé would be waiting for her.

Snape thumped his head back against the wall, risking seeing more stars. The evil of Granger finding him in this position was not as bad as the evil of hanging there for gods know how long, hoping Lucius would free him.

She whirled around and stared into the darkness of the large bedroom, trying to see where the noise had come from. Grabbing the candlestick, she moved towards where she had heard the sound and gasped when she discerned her former Potions Master bound naked and spread-eagled to the wall.

"Oh gods," she murmured. "Severus." Pulling out her wand, she stepped closer and cast a quick charm to undo the cruel ropes that bound him. Moving in quickly, she caught his body as he fell off the wall. 'How could Malfoy be so cruel?' she wondered as she strove to support the man sagging against her.

She felt her burden lighten as Snape regained his balance. He kept one hand on her shoulder for support as the bindings had caused numbness, especially in his feet. Glaring down at his former pupil, he willed her to understand why he stood there mute.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Hermione quickly understood and cast a Finite Incantatem on him.

"Thank you, Miss Granger," he muttered, somewhat hoarsely.

She grasped his arm and slung it around her shoulders, guiding his tottering steps towards the bed. "Sev.. Professor, why? what?" she gestured at the wall in extreme puzzlement, wondering why on earth Snape had been bound thus.

Snape tried to clear his throat, preparing to speak, "I..."

Hermione pressed her fingers to his mouth, "Hush, don't speak. That rope must have hurt your throat, I've never heard you hoarse like this." She left him sitting on the edge of the bed and went to dig through her carryall. "You may think me insane, but I wasn't feeling terribly secure coming to Malfoy Manor. I packed a number of salves and other analgesics, I wasn't sure what to expect and thought I might need these for myself.

Finding the salve she was looking for, she came back to the bed and sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of Severus. He looked at her in surprise as she took one of his feet into her lap and smoothed the healing salve onto the rope burn on his ankle.

"I can't guarantee this will stop scarring, but at least it won't hurt as much and should heal faster," she said quietly as she took his other foot and repeated her treatment. Standing up to sit next to him on the bed, she said "Please give me your hand."

Snape felt a bit humbled that she hadn't heaped mockery on his head, having found one of her childhood nemeses in such an awkward situation. She finished smearing salve on his wrists and neck and handed him a potion for his slight sore throat. She blushed and smeared some more on the rope marks that marred his waist, trying to keep from staring at his cock. She chastised herself for wondering if it would become much larger when erect, already being generous in size flaccid.

Hermione stood and went to her carryall again. "Now, I suspect you don't want to go traipsing about Malfoy Manor in this lack of dress," she babbled hurriedly. "Here is a pair of sweatpants that will be a little short on you, but they should fit and will leave your ankles out so they can heal up, and well...." She trailed off, holding out the dark burgundy garment to Severus.

He turned his back to her and donned the garment; wincing a bit as the elastic at the bottom of the legs slid past the rope burns on his ankles. Hermione found blush deepening as she saw the pale curve of his arse. She was filled with a mad urge to run her hands over his back and down, to caress that muscular curve.

"Thank you, Miss Granger," he said as he turned to face her. "I truly did not wish to go "traipsing about" in the nude as you so nicely put it. I bid you good night."

He stepped to the door, and turned the knob, only to find it locked. "Damn Lucius," he swore. He turned back around, "I'm sorry Miss Granger, he appears to have locked us in for the night. Would you be so kind?" He gestured at her wand.

"Of course," she said and stepped up to the door, "Alohomora." She tried the door. It was still locked. She cast the spell several times more as well as several more complicated unlocking spells, with the same results.

"Miss Granger... Hermione, Lucius appears to be up to his usual tricks. I suspect the door will not open until morning if it is one of his usual wards. Would you be so kind as to cast a detecting spell?"

She did and covered her mouth in surprise while Snape snorted in response to the number of wards Lucius had set.

"Well, that settles it," she murmured. "We can spend several long hours trying to break out or wait until morning when I presume our host will let us out?" She looked at Severus questioningly.

"That blond prat. Gods only know what he was thinking," Severus muttered. "Hermione, we might as well sleep. You may have the bed if you will give me a blanket for the settee."

"Oh, nonsense! We're both adults, there's no reason why we shouldn't both use the bed, it IS quite large enough," she gestured with her chin in the direction of the king-sized four-poster.

"You shouldn't have to share a bed with the likes of me," he said, morosely.

"More nonsense. In spite of our being forced together through the gracious offices of the ministry, in spite of what happened with the Headmaster..."

Snape visibly flinched away from her.

"...In spite of all that, I do trust you."

"Why on earth would you do something as silly as that?"

She smiled shyly at the puzzled man. "Severus, I always have respected you, even when you were being a black-haired prat of a professor."

"Don't you mean greasy, murdering git of the potions dungeons?"

"Stop it." She stepped up to him and placed her small hand on his mouth to stop his self-deprecation. "Let's go to bed. We'll sort this all out in the days to come. No..." she had drawn her hand away and he had drawn in a breath to speak again. "No more tonight. Please, Severus?" She turned away towards the bed, missing the shiver that ran up his spine in response to her saying his name. He rather thought he would like to get used to that sensation.

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Hermione slowly woke, becoming aware that her hand was wrapped around something warm, hard and... masculine? She blinked and ran her fingers tentatively up something warm and long.

She mentally shook her head and took her bearings. She was in bed... at Lucius'... wrapped around a?!? Lean, pale back and found her hand in the crotch of her former Master of Potions. Gripping her lower lip between her teeth, she slowly, gently felt the proportions of her fiancé's... masculinity.

Oh Gods! Her fake penis/vibrator did the real man no justice. How on earth would she be able to accommodate...that?

Not removing her right hand from its erotic resting place, ever so slowly, cautiously, she raised her head and peered over a pale shoulder. Yes. She had her hand on Severus'... Willy? Schlong? No, that did not do justice to what she felt. Penis? Too clinical. She exhaled slowly as her mind pondered what her right hand was doing it. She was stroking his cock. Snape's Cock. And what a Cock, It certainly deserved a capital letter or two.

She sought to ease her hand away from its depredations, but another hand, not hers, halted her retreat. Warm fingers not her own curled her fingers around The Cock and showed her how to stroke up and down, how firmly to grasp for maximum pleasure.

Her chin now resting on his warm shoulder, she slanted her gaze towards his face. He appeared to be asleep, and, blast the man! He had the most lovely, long, luxurious eyelashes that some men seemed to be gifted with to the envy of most women. Dark, they rested on his pale cheeks, fluttering gently as his eyes roved under the lids in his dream world.

Hermione slowly drew in a breath and calmly tugged on his shoulder, urging Severus to roll onto his back. Resting her head back on the pillow, she looked down the length of his body, her eyes grazing down his long, long legs and coming inevitably to rest on his Cock, resting on his lower belly, throbbing gently in time with his heart, with pearly moisture on its tip.

She licked her lips at that moisture, wanting to taste it. Slowly she eased away from Severus' side so she could ease her own body down for a closer look.

There It was. She felt herself salivate and cautiously reached out her tongue towards him, she just had to taste...

A hand clamped on the back of her neck and made her freeze up.

"Miss Grange, just what are you doing?"

"Um..."

"Yes? I'm waiting."

She couldn't look up and see his eyes, so she thought furiously. Uttering the first mildly exotic thought that came to her mind, she said, "Prelude to fellatio?"

"Miss Granger, I am not a musical opus."

"...!"

"What are you thinking, what were you thinking??" he sputtered, still holding her neck, though his grip had gentled.

"I, er..."

"Spit it out, woman, I'm waiting!"

"IwanttosuckyourCock"

"What?!?"

She sighed and let herself go limp, her head resting on his thigh. "I really want... to taste... your... Cock."

He peered at her, disbelieving.

"Severus. It's like this: I woke up, my hand was in your crotch, I saw some precum and wanted to taste it."

"You wanted to taste it?"

"Yes. I still do."

He removed his hand from her neck and she rubbed her cheek on his thigh.

"You know, you are quite... endowed... I don't know that I and my..." she sighed again and closed her eyes, "inexperience... would do you justice."

Severus looked at her, puzzled. Her eyes appeared to be brimming with tears and the corners of her mouth were drawn down in obvious distress and embarrassment.

"Good gods, woman. The fact that you even... want to.. er, suck my dick... is almost too much for me to comprehend." He chewed his lower lip for a moment in thought, unconsciously mimicking her as he pondered what to do with this dilemma. "All right," he said decisively. "I never woke up. You may do as you wish." After that flat statement, he closed his eyes in a determined manner.

She looked at him. His eyelashes fluttered again as he sought to open one eye to peek at her.

"Well?" he queried. "What are you waiting for?" He shut his eyes again.

For a long moment she looked at his face. Then she turned her attention to his Cock. And remembered just why she was where she was.

Hermione reached out, wrapped her hand around It and pulled back the foreskin. The flanged head appeared and she closed her eyes and planted a kiss on its deep pink side. A pleasured sigh was exhaled by the man to which it was attached.

She closed her eyes and licked, the flat of her tongue caressing the head. Another sigh of pleasure.

This time, his left hand reached down and caressed high on her cheek, below her eye, capturing the moisture there.

"Precious tears," he murmured. "Don't spill them for such as I." He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting. "So salty, so sweet, my dear."

If this situation hadn't been surreal before, this gesture plunged her mental processes further into a swirl of sensuality. She kissed the tip of his penis, then opened her mouth and took in the head, swirling her tongue around it.

"Ahhhhh," the man above her murmured. With her chin, she felt the tension in his hips, instinctively knowing he was holding back the urge to buck in pleasure.

"You don't need to hide in feigned sleep," she whispered.

He replied: "But if I were awake, would this be true? Would you continue this sweetness?"

She replied by taking as much of him as she could into her mouth and sucking. This time his hips did buck a bit, the head of his Cock causing her to gag slightly.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, "Dear, brave girl. Don't do something you aren't ready to do..."

Once again, she responded, by relaxing her throat and taking him into her mouth, fully, her nose buried in his silky, black pubic hair. Severus gasped at this sensuous onslaught, whimpering and moaning as he fought to keep his hips still, feeling her throat attempting to contract around his head.

"No," he uttered, pulling his Cock out of her mouth with a pop. Grasping Hermione's shoulders, he urged her up his body. She followed his guiding, until she was lying atop him, her crotch impaled on one long thigh. She crooned and rubbed her nether self against the strong muscles and hair there.

He looked at her in wonder. She appeared to be someone who may be more... submissive... than he was. He stroked her back with one hand and tangled his other hand in her hair. Sighing, he spread her thighs so both his thighs and prick were lodged between hers. As in a dream, he felt her hand reach down and guide his Cock between her nether lips.

Severus' hand joined hers on his Cock and helped her rub it against her moisture, lubricating it. He removed her hand, and took his Cock, and rubbed it gently against her clitoris. She moaned in response. Her passion heavy eyes looked up at him, begging for more. He moved the head against her, stimulating her, watching her responsiveness, until she shuddered through a small, early orgasm.

He knew there was more to come. Positioning his Cock at her entrance, he saw her eyes open a bit more, a touch of fear showing in them.

"We are wondrously made," he murmured. "You'll be able... I'll fit... I promise I'll never hurt you unless..."

"Unless I ask you to?" she asked.

He closed his eyes and nodded, acknowledging that she knew the pleasure that could be found in just the right amount of pain. What gift from the gods she was, his very own lover, life and... plaything? With that thought, he thrust firmly home into her passage.

She gasped as he urged her to sit astride his hips. He saw tears in her eyes again and worried that it was in pain and distress, until she shook her head and murmured, "Such lovely fullness. Severus!" she exclaimed as he involuntarily thrust against her.

After that thrust, he held himself still and moved his hands, one, to grasp a nipple, one to grasp a hip of the woman above him. He showed her how to move and circle her hips around his cock, his clever hand loving and fondling her breast and nipple.

She sighed and rode him, rode him, rode him until they were both thrusting at each other furiously, both surging towards bliss, towards a mutual goal...

"Severus!" she cried out as he gasped and thrust one final time into her warmth, crying out, "Hermione!"