Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 44 ~ Dinner, Dessert and Other Things Delicious

Snape sat across the table from Hermione, looking down at the medium rare steak on his plate. Hermione was watching the Potions Master anxiously. The Potions Master picked up his knife and fork, and cut through the meat easily. He lifted a piece to his mouth, inserted it and chewed thoughtfully. He nodded.

“Very good,” he said to Hermione, who almost slumped with relief. She had been worried he wouldn’t like the steak and vegetables she had ordered for dinner. She thought it best to stick with the basics. She dug into her own meal, and the two ate in silence, Hermione sneaking little peeks at the Potions Master as she ate. She took one more swift peek to find him looking directly at her, a little frown on his face.

“Miss Granger, why do you keep peeping at me? It is very annoying. If you want to look at me, then just do it,” he said, pouring himself a generous glass of wine.

Hermione blushed, then she got a little mad.

“I just wanted to see if you were enjoying your food, and I didn’t want to seem like I was staring,” she retorted as he drank his wine,

He sat the glass down.

“You simply could have asked me,” he replied, “I have no problem saying what I like and don’t like, Miss Granger, as you should know from the years you’ve spent as my student.”

“Well, actually Professor, you never liked anything as far as I could tell,” she said, taking a bite of her steak, “except taking house points, assigning detentions and berating your students, that is.”

The Professor looked at her evenly.

“See, you were paying attention Miss Granger. Those indeed were a few of my favorite things,” he said, smirking at the memory. Then his black eyes took on a bit of heat.

“You should have other memories of what I like,” he said in a low, meaningful voice, “Outside the classroom. I was quite vocal about it, as I remember.”

Hermione felt a pulse of heat in her lower belly. He was referring to their first night together. As he fucked her, he did tell her how good she felt to him, though the language he used was hardly tender. He had quite a dirty mouth and Hermione had reacted to his words wantonly, wanting to hear more as he pounded into her.

Snape watched the witch’s eyes go half-lidded as she remembered and smirked to himself as he began his dessert, a delicious slice of chocolate cake with frosting. He had a thing for chocolate.

Hermione watched the Professor eat the cake with obvious enjoyment. She couldn’t eat another bite. She was too full of anticipation. The Professor quickly polished off his cake. She slid hers across the table.

“Would you like my dessert, Professor? I-I can’t eat it,” she said, with a small nervous smile.

He looked at her, then the cake. Then he pulled it over to him.

“Thank you Miss Granger. I have a weakness for chocolate,” he said.

“I have a weakness for you,” Hermione thought as she watched him tuck into the cake.

The Professor made short work of the cake, then poured himself another glass of wine, and looked at Hermione, who was sitting a little stiffly now that dinner was over.

“You look rather nervous, Miss Granger,” the Professor purred. He liked her nervousness. It was having an arousing effect on him. She could hardly look at him.

“I’m all right, Professor,” she said, trying to put up a confident front. It was so much easier to deal with him when she knew what to expect. Tonight was going to be different and she had no idea just how different it would be.

“If you’re not all right Miss Granger, I assure you, you will be,” he said silkily.

“I think you need to loosen up, Miss Granger,” he said, pouring her a glass of wine.

“I’m not old enough to drink, Professor,” she protested, watching the glass fill up.

“Nonsense,” he said, “you’re no longer a child. Plus, it will help you relax. I can see you are very nervous.”

The Professor slid the wine over to the witch, who sipped it and smacked her lips.

“It’s delicious,” she said, draining the glass as the Professor watched with raised eyebrows.

“Would you like a bit more?” he asked her.

“Yes. Yes I would,” Hermione said. The Professor poured her another glass. Hermione made short work of that as well. Hm. This could be interesting.

“Feeling better?” he asked her after a few moments.

“Yes, I really do. I think I’d like to have a little more. I am certainly feeling more relaxed, Professor.”

There was an attractive little flush to her face. Snape knew he should cut her off, but he was Snape after all, and not above taking advantage of an inebriated woman. One more glass should give her a good buzz, but not make her so drunk she wouldn’t be responsive.

“One more glass, Miss Granger,” he said, pouring her a healthy amount, “then we’ll move on to the real dessert…”

“And you’ll kiss me, and touch me,” she said in a low husky voice, “and make me feel good all over…”

She was looking at him rather hungrily now.

Snape looked at her, surprised. Evidently the wine had loosened her tongue significantly. He wondered what else had been loosened. He passed her the glass of wine.

“That is the last glass, Miss Granger. I believe the wine is going to your head,” he observed as Hermione stretched sensuously before lifting the wine and just…draining it.

Her amber eyes fell on the Professor.

“Your kiss today made me feel hot all over, Professor. I never dreamed you could kiss like that. You’re so cold all the time. Even when you fuck me, you’re cold. Distant. It’s like you are as close to me as you can get, but still far away from me,” Hermione said. She had her elbows propped on the table, and her chin rested in her hands as she looked at him, as if studying him.

“I guess that’s because you really don’t care about me,” she said.

The Potions Master listened to her, but didn’t reply. He was interested in knowing what she really thought about him, about what he did to her. It seemed that he might find out.

“But that’s all right. I care about you,” she said, “and when you fuck me, I feel close to you even though you take pleasure in hurting me. But I’m just as bad. I probably wouldn’t want you if you didn’t hurt me that way, Professor. Maybe you help get all the hurt out of me, you ever think about that?” she asked him.

“No,” he answered quietly.

“Yeah. I have a lot of hurt inside me that no one knows about. Sometimes I felt I would just explode if I couldn’t get let it out. But a strong leader doesn’t show they can be hurt or they are perceived as weak. They wanted me to be strong at Hogwarts, to fulfill my duties and responsibilities with strength, do my job with dispatch no matter what anyone thought of me. I just swallowed the painful things they said down,” Hermione said, her eyes unfocused now as she thought about all the hurtful comments she had taken and filed away.

“Maybe I’m attracted to you because I know you know what hurt is, Professor. What pain is. Maybe that makes it easier to take pain from you, and why I find release with you,” she said softly, her eyes focusing on him again.

Her amber eyes moved slowly around the room.

“This is the greatest pain of all, Professor,” she whispered, “being driven from a world I loved, by those I loved, and targeted for death by them. It hurts so much, Professor,” she said, beginning to cry.

Oh Merlin’s balls! He hadn’t known the wine would turn on the waterworks. It was time to get the witch in the bed. Snape rose from the table and walked around it, pulling Hermione up from her chair. The witch looked up at the Potions Master with tear-filled eyes. He wasn’t moved by them. There was no pity. Everyone had to live with pain. She needed to be stronger than this. Tears would get them both killed.

He placed his hands on either side of Hermione’s face to get her full attention. He looked down at the distraught witch

“Miss Granger, now is not the time for self-pity or tears, but for strength,” he said quietly, ”I will help you forget your pain.”

Snape backed Hermione up against the living room wall and pressed his body against hers, lowering his head and kissing her, moving his lips against her mouth softly, capturing her lips between his. He moved against her gently, his hands caressing her sides lightly, trying to pull her out of her hole of self-pity. She sighed, and responded, kissing him back, opening her mouth and inviting him in as she rubbed her body against his.

Snape slipped his tongue into her hot, little mouth, grinding his erection against her as he tasted her. She was sweet. The heat of her mouth made him think of the waiting heat between her thighs, and he let out a low groan, and claimed her mouth more fully, his tongue delving so deeply it was almost in her throat.

Snape was ready to fuck the Primordial right now, and she would probably let him. The wine and her emotional state made her vulnerable and needy. But she wasn’t drunk. She’d know that he didn’t keep his word. She might still seek out another. He had promised her to take time. He would keep his promise.

The Professor slid his lips from her mouth to her throat, sucking it softly, letting his teeth graze her flesh lightly. Hermione groaned with pleasure, tilting her head to give him more access. He slid his hands up her sides, and cupped both her full breasts, fondling them through her robes, flicking his thumbs over her hardened nipples, the peaks so tight with desire he could feel them through the fabric. Hermione responded wantonly, whispering “Oh, Professor” over and over, pressing her body tight against him, rubbing hard against his erection.

The Professor returned to her mouth, with more ardor now his hands still on her breasts, humping against her almost uncontrollably. Suddenly he pulled back from her, his eyes hard with lust. She moved forward for more contact and he held her back with one hand.

“I promise you time, Miss Granger,” he panted at the writhing witch, “but you are tempting me almost beyond my endurance. Divesto!”

He removed Hermione’s clothing wandlessly. The witch was so aroused, she didn’t notice. Snape’s eyes swept over her hungrily.

“Divesto!”

Now he was naked also. He pressed against her again, trapping his swollen cock between their straining bodies. He fell to her throat again, running his lips, tongue and teeth down her heated skin, over her collar bone, slipping his hands behind her, grasping her by her ass and pulling her against him urgently. He bent his knees so he could access her breasts and as he enveloped a nipple, he felt her hands come up and wrap gently in his hair. He didn’t protest as he laved each of her full firm breasts in turn, sucking and nibbling, rolling her flesh between his teeth, relishing her gasps of pleasure as his other hand slipped down to her belly, rubbing it softly. She was arching off the wall to him now, and he stood up again, once more sliding his body against hers, groaning with need, his cock pulsing against her belly. He didn’t dare touch her pussy. He would be unable to resist thrusting into her if he did so. The scent of her arousal alone was driving him mad.

Hermione slowly and tentatively begin to caress his back, her fingertips running over his scars gently, and he shuddered beneath her touch as they dropped to his lower back, then below, exploring the flexing muscles of his buttocks This was the first time the witch had explored his body, and he found the touch of her small, inquisitive hands pleasurable. He locked his mouth to hers again, brutally this time, raping her mouth. Hermione slid her hand from around his back to caress the tight rippled ridges of his abdomen beneath her palm, then grasped the hard, delicate shaft of his cock and slid the silken skin up and down its length with her fist. The Professor hissed and bucked against her hard, before pulling back to watch her small hand work itself over his cock. He wanted more than her hand.

“Miss Granger,” he said hoarsely and plaintively, his black eyes meeting hers hotly before looking down at her hand then back at her face.

“Take me to the bedroom, Professor,” she gasped, her amber eyes glowing, “I’ll do it there.”

Snape swallowed as Hermione released him. He took her hand and started to lead her to the bedroom, but she was walking too slowly, so he swept her up into his arms and strode with her into her room, placing her not too gently into her four-poster and climbing in after her, his body taunt, and nostrils flared. He started to straddle her, but she sat up and pushed him back. He stopped, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he looked at her.

“Lie down, Professor,” Hermione said softly.

He wanted to force her back down to the bed, but he caught himself and fell to his back, his brow furrowed. Hermione crawled over him and straddled him. She lowered her head and kissed him. The Professor resisted for a moment, then let her have her way, opening his mouth to receive her. She was on all fours, and his body longed for contact. His hands came up and grasped her waist, trying to pull her down as her tongue delved in his mouth. She resisted him, and trying to keep his word, he contented himself with running his hands over her back and buttocks, his cock throbbing for something, anything at this point.

Hermione ran her lips over the Professor’s jaw, and over his throat, kissing him gently. He closed his eyes, and let the feeling of her mouth moving over his skin sink in. This was something he hadn’t experienced with a woman in years. He sighed as she fell to his collarbone and slid over his chest, nipping at him and looking up to see if he took any pleasure in it. His black eyes met hers hotly, and she smiled at him continuing. She took his nipple into her mouth and sucked it gently, then flicked it with her tongue as he had done to her. The Professor hissed, encouraged, Hermione began to lave both nipples, making Snape arch upward just as she had. He was gasping as she climbed lower, moving downward, her mouth sliding softly over his belly.

“Yes, Miss Granger,” he panted as she approached his throbbing cock.

Hermione lifted his engorged member, her small hands wrapped around the base as she examined the tool that caused her so much pleasure and pain. Snape lifted his head and watched her as she pressed her lips to the head and kissed it softly. She planted kisses up and down the length of it, then her limber tongue traced the map of veins beneath the sensitive skin of his shaft before she engulfed the swollen purple head between her lips and sucked him hard. He groaned and automatically placed his hands on her head and began to guide her down on him, burying his cock in her mouth over and over, sliding to the back of her throat, growling with pleasure as his shaft slid over her lips and tongue. Hermione remembered what he liked, and applied a strong suction when he withdrew, and he began to lose control, finally pushing the witch to her back and straddling her shoulders in his favorite position, and driving himself into her mouth frantically, his mouth slack with pleasure as he watched his cock rise and fall, her soft lips dragging over his hardness, his shaft glistening with her saliva, burying itself in the wet heat within. Hermione brought her small hand to his balls, cupping them, and squeezing gently. That was all he needed, that simple warm touch to send him over the edge. With a cry he thrust himself into her mouth deeply and ejaculated, shuddering and staring down at her biting his lip as she drank him in, swallowing his hot emissions without spilling a single drop. Hermione was phenomenal at sucking cock. He pressed his hand to her head as he pulsed, holding her steady until every bit of his seed was released and consumed. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, her amber eyes soft as they looked up at him, her lips glistening. He slid down on the bed and laid beside her, his chest still rising and falling as he looked at her.

He could tell she wanted to be kissed, so he kissed her, making it slow and sensual. She turned and pressed her body against him, and his hand slid down her body, pausing to squeeze her breast before sliding over her belly and touching the wetness between her legs. She groaned and humped against his hand, her kiss becoming more frantic. He began to massage her clit, and she cried out into his mouth as she writhed. He pulled back.

“You want to come, Miss Granger?” he whispered, flicking his clit against and watching her face contort with need and pleasure.

“Yes, Professor,” she groaned.

He locked his mouth to hers again and slipped two fingers inside her. He began to gently thrust them into her, twisting and angling them slightly while mashing her clit with his thumb. She arched against his hand, thrusting her hips rhythmically, trying to help him bring her to the point.

“Come, Miss Granger. Let it go,” he said against her mouth, swirling his tongue around hers.

Already close, Hermione buckled wildly, then stiffened as her pussy clamped around his thrusting digits. She let out a low, long whimper as she came, her juices flowing around his fingers and coating his hand.

“Yes,” Snape encouraged, removing his fingers and tasting them, before rolling on top of her and sliding downward until his head was between her thighs, and lapping up her release, causing her to buck and moan as his tongue caressed and thrust inside her, and his lips and teeth worked their magic.

“Damn, Professor,” she gasped, her hands again wrapped in his hair. He didn’t mind it this time as he pleasured her until she erupted in another smaller climax, and she cursed quietly as bliss washed over her, the obscenity causing a throb of new life in the Professor’s spent organ. His began to swell. He looked up at Hermione, who was in a half-raised position, her shoulders and head against the headboard. She was looking down at him with a sated look in her amber eyes.

“That was amazing,” she breathed, her heart still pounding.

The Professor rose and rolled to the side a bit, catching Hermione by her waist and pulling her down flush to the bed. He kissed his way up her body to her lips, which he captured gently, before thrusting his tongue in her mouth, sharing the taste of her. He then rolled back on top of her, looking down, his black eyes blazing. He pushed a lock of her hair away from her face so he could see it clearly.

“Have I pleased you, Miss Granger?” he asked her, his voice low.

“Yes, Professor, you’ve been wonderful so far,” she said.

He searched her face.

“So far?” he echoed, frowning a bit.

She looked at him as he shifted a bit, his hard cock pressing against her leg.

He looked down at her, comprehension dawning on him.

“Oh, you think I will forget your needs when I start to fuck you,” he said, running a pale finger down her throat and making her shudder. “I won’t, Miss Granger. I assure you. I don’t want you seeking out anyone but me,” he said, kissing her.

Yes, he would meet her needs all right, but he hadn’t forgotten her callous use and dismissal of him this morning. He smiled against her lips.

It was time to ante up, Miss Granger.

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A/N: mmm mm. More lemons ahead. Please review.