Twice Bitten ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 44 ~ A Necessary Conversation

From his vantage point, Snape watched as Hermione slowly removed her robes, her eyes downcast as she did so, letting it fall to her feet. She was dressed in the same white nightie she wore the night she seduced him, and his eyes glittered at the memory. Yet that had been a rather tame encounter. Tonight would be very different. But first, they had to talk. Hermione being naked while they talked would be an added bonus.

Hermione slipped the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as well, keeping her eyes on the floor, her nipples puckered by anticipation and nervousness. Snape’s eyes drifted over her small form. She was full-breasted and had ample hips. Most likely she’d thicken up going from curvy to plump. Snape didn’t mind that possibility at all. More witch for the wand.

”Come here,” the wizard ordered when it seemed as if Hermione couldn’t move. Obediently the witch climbed into the bed. She started to sit beside him but he caught her by the waist.

”No, straddle my lap,” he said to her softly.

Hermione did so, resting with her knees on either side of the wizard, face to face with him. Snape draped her arms around his neck and looked at the witch, studying her face. It was a pretty face, handsome, intelligent. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

”Now Hermione, we need to talk before we go any further. You are already bound to me so we have no need to address that. There is no way to free you other than death. Since that isn’t an option, the only other thing to do is complete the Binding so we are equals. I am hoping it can be done. If, however, it doesn’t take this time, I don’t want you to be discouraged. It takes time for feelings to develop. I will not abandon you, understand?” he said to Hermione.

”Yes,” she said softly, her eyes resting on his lips.

“We will simply continue to attempt to Bind until we are successful,” Snape continued. Hermione gave him a soft smile. It was comforting to know he was willing to work at this and wouldn’t turn his back on her. It would be awful if he did.

”Now as to our future. I do not intend to stay at Hogwarts much longer. Our situation has made me aware that even if we Bind, there could still be recriminations that could last for years. I prefer not to be known as the Professor who seduced and shagged a student, because that is what will be said, and every eye will be on me. I had enough of that kind of distrust when I served as a spy for the Order. It is my intention to open an Apocathery shop which will provide potion ingredients and services. Since you will be with me and prefer Charms I am altering my original plan to include Charmed items and possibly custom spells if you are interested in working with me. I have a feeling it will be quite the lucrative venture since my skills are well-known. I have no doubt you will be equally exemplary. And there will be times we will travel abroad to acquire rare herbs and ingredients. I figure at least three times a year. What do you think of this?” he asked the witch.

Hermione stared at him. An Apocathery shop? Traveling? Selling Charms and Potions?

”Could we sell wands too? I have some ideas how to improve them,” Hermione said to the wizard.

Snape nodded soberly.

”Yes, we could sell wands too. Ollivander’s has had a monopoly on them for far too long,” the wizard said.

Hermione looked at him, then suddenly hugged the wizard tightly, her breasts pressing into his chest. The wizard felt a slight throb at the innocent contact.

”I think that’s wonderful!” she gushed, hanging on to Snape, her happiness and delight washing over him. He smirked slightly at her enthusiasm. It seemed their dragons were lined up in a row.

Hermione pulled back from him.

”I was thinking about working for the Ministry in the Magical Law Department, but this sounds so much more wonderful and exciting,” Hermione said, unable to stop smiling at Snape, who looked quite amused.

Hermione loved giving people instructions and directions, so she’d be perfect in the role of shopkeeper.

“You’re wonderful too,” she said softly, kissing the wizard on the mouth.

”Am I?” he purred, his hands beginning to caress her back, his roughened palms smoothing over her soft, warm skin.

“Yes. You are. To do this and to offer me this kind of life with you. Yes. You’re wonderful, Severus. I do love you,” she said sincerely, her eyes glistening.

“You are going to have to do your best to make me feel that love, Hermione,” he said to her. “Help me to connect with you, to . . . to feel what you feel. I am a man that needs concrete proof. Although your Binding with me proves your love, I am afraid that I am someone who needs tangible proof in order for the reality to sink in.”

”What do I have to do?” she asked him.

Snape arched an eyebrow at her.

”Make me feel like the most wanted wizard in the world,” he breathed at her. “Do you think you can do that, Hermione?”

Hermione looked a little worried.

”I don’t know how to do that, Severus,” she replied honestly.

”Do what I tell you,” he said to her, “your willingness will prove to me what your words cannot. Is this acceptable?”

His dark eyes locked to hers. Hermione swallowed at the intensity with which he looked at her.

”Yes. I’ll do what you want,” she replied.

Snape nodded, and his hand slipped into her riot of curls, lifting her hair for a moment before letting it drop.

”Good girl. Now, do you know what Fellatio is?”

“Yes,” Hermione said in a small voice.

”What is it?” Snape pressed, interested in finding out how Hermione felt about it. He loved it, of course.

”It’s . . . it’s when a witch pleasures a wizard with her mouth. Sucks him,” she replied, turning red.

”Sucks him. Well, that is part of it, but there is more to giving Fellatio than sucking,” Snape said to her, his eyes falling to her small, full mouth. “There is kissing, licking and caressing involved as well. It is loving a part of the male body, almost like paying homage to it. Showing . . . appreciation. There are few things as pleasurable as a good blow job to a wizard.”

”You want me to do that to you?” Hermione asked him, blinking a bit rapidly.

”I would like it, yes. I enjoy the act very much,” Snape replied. “And of course, I will be reciprocal. I remember how much you enjoyed my oral technique.”

”But I don’t know how to do it. I don’t think I’ll be very good,” Hermione said, her voice a near whisper. She was willing to give the wizard what he wanted, but she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Snape gave her a half-smile.

”Believe me, Hermione, just the idea of you trying makes me . . . tingle,” he purred at her.

Hermione fought back a little laugh at the thought of the Professor “tingling” anywhere. But she thought about their first night together, how he had taken time with her body before he performed oral sex on her and how wonderful it felt. Of course he would want the same thing. There was nothing wrong with it. Hermione’s eyes washed over his pale chest. She had never done this before, but thought she’d like to make him respond to her the way she had responded to him when his mouth was on her body.

Turnabout was fair play, after all.

”Okay, but you’re going to have to lie down on your back,” the witch said.

Snape looked a bit surprised at the take-charge timbre in the witch’s voice. He smirked.

”Yes, Mistress,” he replied, absolutely delighted that she was taking the initiative.

He had thought Hermione might balk at his request, but sincerely hoped she wouldn’t. A frigid witch wouldn’t have been conducive to the Binding, but obviously he had nothing to worry about. She was just as inquisitive and willing to learn about sex as much as she was concerning cerebral pursuits.

Hermione climbed off of Snape and pulled the sheets back, revealing his nude body and massive erection. Hermione blinked at it. She didn’t think she’d be able to get much of him into her mouth.

”I think I’m going to have to use my hands a lot,” she said to the wizard, who quickly slid down into the bed, grabbing the pillow and resting his head on it.

”Use whatever you like, witch. I’m not picky,” he breathed, then started as Hermione moved and shifted on top of him, her soft curves resting against his body, her hair falling around his face as he looked up at her.

”Let’s take it from the top,” the witch said softly, kissing him deeply.

She had this.

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A/N: You go Hermione. Get your wizard! lol. Short I know but at least I got something out. Cool about the Apocathery Shop, eh? Sounds like a nice way to make a living. Thanks for reading.