The Power of Kisses

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Corazon


Chapter 4

“Come on Hermione, answer the bloody door or are you still ugly?” yelled Mortimer.

She waved her wand to clean herself and then put her clothes on. Taking a deep breath, she slowly let it out and opened the door. “Hello Mortimer,” her voice was dry. He leaned in to kiss her, but she backed away.

“What’s wrong with you?” he said, letting himself in.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m listening.”

“What is the real reason you didn’t take me to France this weekend?”

“I told you, it would be - ”

“I know what you told me, but I want the truth!” she snapped.

“Hermione,” he sighed, “You looked awful and I was not about to be seen with you. Are you happy now?”

“Yes, I am. I will not be joining you in France at the end of the school term. I have accepted the job here as Potions Mistress and I am staying.”

“Oh come on Hermione. You know you want to be with me.”

“No, I do not. You don’t even want to be with me.” She had always had a suspicion, but never wanted to explore the possibilities until now. Drawing her wand, she muttered, “Prior Incantatem,” revealing his last spell. Sure enough, his neck was covered in love bites he was trying to hide. “I know for a fact when you are not with me, you are out screwing other women!”

“So. It’s never bothered you before. Why are you letting it bother you now?”

“Do you know why I ended up with you?”

“Because I am good looking,” he stated. Hermione clenched her wand in her hand, wanting so bad to hex him.

“Because you are the only one who ever complimented me on my appearance rather than my intelligence. You told me my hair was beautiful and that was the one thing I hated most about my appearance.”

“I know. How do you think I get all the women I have? I know exactly what to say. I then bed them and leave them.”

Hermione was getting angrier. “Then why did you stay with me so long?”

“You were convenient,” he sneered.

“Convenient?! I was planning on moving in with you!”

“You act as if I said I loved you!” She looked at him, realizing they had never said those words to each other. She realized she had been using him too.

“Get out!” she yelled.

“No, I’m not going anywhere. I came here to release some tension and you will accommodate me.”

She raised her wand and pointed it directly at his face. “Like hell I will!” and she yelled a jinx. Not feeling anything, he ran to the mirror to make sure he face was still perfect.

Smirking, he walked back to her, opened his mouth and said, “Rrriiippit!” His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the realization of him sounding like a frog. He tried to yell at her but all that came out were some loud croaks. She laughed as he ran from the room.

Sighing, she also left to go see Severus. She found him passed out drunk in his rooms. Waving her wand, she placed him in his bed and undressed him. She undressed herself, crawled under the covers, snuggled up to him and fell asleep.


In the morning, Severus felt his head splitting in two. He got up and staggered to his bathroom to quickly take some hanr rer relief potion. After doing so, he took a shower, purposely not washing his hair. He knew Hermione had made her decision to be with Frogman and he would just have to accept it. If anything, he was thankful for the one night of heaven she gave him. Getting out of the shower, he dressed and left for breakfast, n loo looking back at his bed.

Hermione awoke soon after and saw that he was gone. She was smart enough to know that last night was a one time event and she would just have to cherish the memories. Going back to her rooms, she showered and went to breakfast.

At breakfast, Severus decided he needed to act normal, as if nothing had happened. He didn’t want to be the lovesick puppy from a one-night stand, so he stood and pulled out her chair when she approached him.

“Thank you,” she said, with a smile that took more effort than usual. “How did you sleep?”

“Well enough,” he said dryly, pouring her some tea and then added milk. “I hope all is well between you and Mortimer.”

Thinking about what she did to him, she muttered, “Everything is perfect.” He cringed at her words, but knew there had been no promises made last night. He ate his breakfast in silence and left.

Over the next several weeks, Hermione and Severus continued to work side by side, pretending nothing had happened. Anyone who observed the two would assume they had the perfect working relationship and more, but for them it was hell. They each desired to be in each other’s arms again, making . T. The leaving feast finally came and left.

Mortimer had gotten his voice back quickly by Madame Pomfrey and was now packed, ready to leave. Hermione had also packed a few things for her departure. Coincidently, they both left the castle together.

At the edge of Hogwarts, Hermione turned to Mortimer and said, “Good luck with the Ministry.”

“Thank you and congratulations on being a Potions Mistress.”

“Thank you.” They gave each other an awkward hug and both apparated, her to the University and him to France.

Severus, who had stayed in his rooms for the past two days, trying to avoid saying goodbye to Hermione, had observed this, both disappointed that she was leaving and he had not said goodbye to her. He knew he would not be seeing her again.


Two days later, Hermione arrived back at Hogwarts. She had taken care of turning in her required course work, took her final exam and accepted her new title of Potions Mistress.

Severus was in his rooms, drunk when he heard a knock at the door. “Leave me alone!” he yelled. Hermione ignored him and walked in. Severus, of course with his temper, grabbed his empty glass and thit ait at the door. Hermione walked in as the glass shattered on the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, waving her wand to remove the splintered glass from her clothes and the ground.

“What do you care?” he hissed.

“I came to find out when you are moving up to the DADA room so I can move in here.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell the whiskey not only made you an idiot, but it also made you deaf.”

“I thought you were with Frogman in France,” his words slurred. Hermione shook her head and went back to the lab to retrieve a sober up potion.

Handing it to him, she demanded, “Drink it.” He did so without argument. Feeling more like himself, but still angry, he stood up to face her.

“Why aren’t you in France?” he hissed.

“I hno rno reason to be in France,” she replied confused. “But that is not why I came here.”

“Why did you come here?” he began to circle her, trying to intimidate her.

“I am wanting to get an early start on preparing for the potion’s position and I want to know when yoe moe moving to the DADA rooms.” Severus looked at her, realizing for the first time he still had the DADA position.

“Is there something I need to know?” she asked, noticing the look of confusion on his face.

“No,” he snapped, “I’ll be out in two days.” She nodded and turned to leave. He watched her go and noticed she was carrying a piece of paper. “What’s in your hand?” he said quickly, not wanting her to leave.

“I came to show you my certificate for Potions Mistress, but it didn’t seem like the right time.” He held out his hand and she gave him the certificate. He took a deep breath and slowly released it, trying to calm himself down.

“Congratulations Hermione. You have rightly earned this.” His voice was back to its normal, silky tone, handing it back to her.

“Thank you.” They both stood there in awkward silence. “Well, I better get back to my rooms. Take your time moving, I didn’t mean to rush you.”

“No, I should have been out by now.”

“I am exhausted from testing, so I am going to take a bath then go to bed,” she said. He nodded and watched her leave. He quickly snuck through the hidden passage in her room and prepared her a bath with lavender.

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He was lying in his bed, reading a current article from one of his potion’s magazines when his door opened. He looked up to see Hermione walking in, wearing a lavender bathrobe. She lookedh moh more relaxed than she did an hour ago.

“Thank you for the bath Severus.”

“You’re welcomed Hermione.” She stood there looking at him, biting her bottom lip. “Is there something else Hermione?” he said in a softer voice.

“Well, the last time you drew me a bath, you also showed me the power of a kiss. I was wondering if that was going to happen again,” she said, not believing she was actually saying, but she had to find out.

He got out of bed, wearing only his black, silk boxer shorts and cautiously walked over to her. “Is that what you want?” he asked in an uncertain voice.

She nodded and replied, “Only if that is what you want.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and released it, almost afraid that when he opened his eyes, she would be gone. He opened them and she was still there. He took two long strides and was standing in front of her. He ran his long fingers along her lips and she smiled.

“I need to know something first,” he said, “I need to know if this is only going to be a one night event or if you will be staying with me because if this happens, I cannot let you go again.”

“I’m not going anywhere Severus, I promise.” He put both hands on the sides of her face and leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth opened for him, welcoming his exploring tongue. She in turn explored his mouth, tasting him as if for the first time. His hands went down to untie her bathrobe. Opening it, he discovered she was wearing nothing underneath.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered, pulling off his boxer shorts and leading him to the bed. She crawled onto the bed and used her finger, gesturing for him to join her. He knelt on the bed next to her and she motioned for him to lie on his back. Without argument, he did so. She briefly stopped to look at his long, slender body. His skin was pale, but his muscles were well defined. She looked at his impressive erection that was ready for her. Taking her hands and mouth, she slowly began to kiss and caress him from his lips to his neck, to his abdomen u she she finally reached the area that he was silently begging for her to kiss.

Placing her mouth on the head of his penis, she began to suck it while licking and swirling her tongue. She moved further down, licking his full length, down to his balls. The gasps and moans coming from him were increasing her desire to pleasure him. She added her hands, stroking him while her mouth worked on his head. His hips were rocking faster and she quickened her strokes.

“Please, Hermione, I’m going to come,” he moaned, wanting her to stop. He had always thought it was degrading for a woman to suck a man off. Remembering the pleasure she gave him the first time, he did not have the strength to stop her now. He did not want to come in her mouth, but she had no intention of stopping. Her lips sucked harder as her strokes quickened even more.

The pressure was building and all he could do was throw his head back and let it come. “OOOH!” he cried, releasing and she drank his warm seed. Panting, he watched her crawl back up to him.

“Is that what you meant by the power of a kiss?” she teased. Still breathless, he could only nod. He pulled her into his grasp and kissed her. Tasting himself on her lips only reminded him that she had brought him a pleasure he had only ever dreamed of.

Blushing, she quietly said, “Was it good?”

Raising an eyebrow, he stared at her. “Do you have to ask?” he teased.

“Well, I have never done that except with you and I just wanted to make sure it was - you know, good.” He couldn’t believe he was her first for doing that.

“Hermione, it was perfect.” She bit her bottom lip, blushing even more. He then became concerned, afraid maybe he had not lived up to expectations the first time they were together. “Um, Hermione.”

“Yes,” she sat up to look at him.

“The first time we were together,” he was trying to choose his words carefully, “was I good enough for you.”

She gave him a big smile. “Severus, I had never had an orgasm during sex until I was with you.”

“You mean Frogman was incapable of - ” he cringed, “I’m sorry. That is too personal.”

“No, it’s okay. He only knew one position; him on top and that was after about two minutes of foreplay, which was kissing on the lips. Severus, the places you kissed me I had never been kissed there before. You showed me sensations that I have barely discovered on my own.”

“What do you mean on your own,” he purred.

“Well,” she blushed, “you know. I’m only human and I have needs and I – well - ”

“Play with yourself?” he asked in a hopeful voice. He was getting hard again, picturing her.

“Yes,” she snapped, “and don’t tell me you have never done it before.”

“I’m not saying anything,” he smiled, “but, will you show me how you pleasure yourself?”

“NO!” she giggled, burying her face.

“Why not? You were playing with yourself when we made love the first time.” She looked at him, shocked.

“I was not!”

“You were playing with your breasts.” She eyed him suspiciously and then her eyes went wide, remembering she had done that. He pulled her down to her back and his hand was rubbing her inner thigh. In a deep sexy voice, he said, “This is what we’re going to do.” He grabbed his wand and murmured a charm over her pelvis. He put the wand down and continued, “You are going to give yourself your first orgasm tonight and then I will give you several more after that, okay?” His fingers entered her sex, immediately feeling her wetness. His thumb rolled over her nub as he said again, “Okay?” She closed her eyes and nodded ‘yes.’

His thumb continued to stroke her nub while his fingers entered her and slowly thrust into her. She began moaning as her hips rocked to meet his fingers. She was getting lost in the sensations spreading across her body, but without notice, he quickly pulled his fingers out of her.

“Your turn,” he whispered, taking her hand and placing it between her legs. She was already so stimulated that she had to continue. Taking her finger, she found her nub and began to rub it. Severus spread her legs wider, wanting to see her do this. His erection ached from being so hard. Drops of pre-cum were oozing out of the tip. Her eyes were watching him as she continued to rub herself.

She couldn’t believe how erotic it was to do this while he watched. She took her fingers and moved them further down, spreading her wetness around. Feeling more daring than ever, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked her juice from them.

“Oh gods,” he moaned. She gave him a sly smile while continuing to pleasure herself. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He knelt between her legs and lifted her hips up to his. He positioned his erection at her entrance and entered her while she continued to rub herself. Letting out a small cry as he filled her, and she began to rub faster as he was thrusting into her harder. They both cried at her release, her from the pleasure and he from the sensation of her walls spasming around him.

He slowed down his thrusts, allowing her to indulge in her orgasm. He then pulled out of her and gently turned her over on her hands and knees. She was not about to object since everything he had done to point had always resulted in pure ecstasy.

Placing his hands on her hips, he entered her from the backside, filling her slowly and withdrawing and entering her again. She squeezed her muscles together as he filled her, making herself clamp around him while he thrust into her. He moved one hand around to her clitoris and began to rub it, repeating the charm he had placed earlier to activate it. Immediately she felt the pressure built between her legs and she came hard, crying out. He stayed inside her but stopped thrusting. He smiled and continued to rub her nub again, causing another orgasm within minutes. He continued to make her come again and again, hearing her crying his name, begging for more.

After the fifth orgasm, he couldn’t hold back anymore and he placed both hands on her hips and began to pound into her hard. She was so wet and slippery, but he thrust harder. His balls were smacking against her ass as she cried out, “Harder!” He slammed into her and shuddered on his release. Spilling into her, he grinded his hips in a circular motion, wanting his orgasm to last as long as possible. Finally, he pulled out and they both collapsed in each other’s arms.

After several minutes of catching their breath, she sat up to look at him. “What kind of charm was that?”

“It was a desensitizing charm mixed with a repetitive charm. It allowed me to make you repeatedly climax without your clitoris being too sensitive to touch. Did you like it?”

She grinned, “Do you have to ask? Is there one for you?”

“Yes, there is, but lets wait another night before we have fun with that one.” She snuggled back into his arms and they fell asleep.

Needless to say, after washing his hair with strawberry shampoo, they did not get much moving done over the summer since they were both having fun with the charms.

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Corazon