The Price was Right

Hermione was sitting with her feet curled beneath her, cosily ensconced in a huge armchair with tall sides that almost wrapped around her. She was trying to read but Severus was still in bed, snoring softly. She smiled over at him and remembered his words. ‘Don’t ever leave me…’



He had never asked anything of her because he knew she couldn’t give it. The longing in his voice had surprised her. He loved her, she knew that, but the depth of his passion…well, she was discovering it now. This was the first time they had spent any significant free time together and the luxury of being able to touch each other and fully appreciate each others’ bodies without rushing or grabbing half an hour to fuck here and there was blowing her mind. She allowed herself to think for a moment what it would have been like if she had been single when she met him. Maybe not as intense, she thought. There was something to be said about forbidden fruit.



She mulled over recent events in her head. Things had been tripping along fairly smoothly for a while, although she hated lying to Ron. Almost as much as she hated having to have sex with him. Not that the sex was bad or anything, although it was nowhere near what she did or felt with Severus… she just felt overwhelmed with guilt. She also knew that Severus could smell her sex with Ron after the fact, no matter how much she showered afterwards, he always knew. And he would be distant with her for a few days, until he couldn’t help himself from helping himself.



Hermione closed her book in frustration. The whole situation was a mockery of her marriage and she knew she had created a monster. She didn’t know how long she could keep hiding her love for Severus, it deepened each day and she wanted to be with him more and more. It wasn’t just the sex. Hermione felt herself ache between her legs, she was a little sore but didn’t regret a minute of it. What she had with Severus was.. well.. It was everything to her. She bit her lip in thought.

Her mind drifted to Lavender Brown and her obsession with her husband and she smirked as she remembered how she had discovered that bit of very useful information.



Hermione had been with Severus and she was late. She ran down the road in Hogsmede to the house she shared with Ron and pulled up with a start as she saw the door open. There was woman coming out of her house and Ron was kissing her passionately. It looked like she was enjoying it as much as he was, but she pushed away quickly and ran in Hermione’s direction. Hermione ducked into the shadow as she passed and she followed her around the corner, her wand outstretched. The woman was about her height, with similar hair, but in the dark Hermione hadn’t been able to make out any details. Her mind was bubbling over; she hadn’t pegged Ron as someone who would have an affair. The woman had stopped in the middle of the street and was making an odd noise. Hermione took her chance and pointed her wand, stupefying the woman, who fell like a brick.



Hermione smirked as she remembered the thud of her falling against the hard ground. She had walked slowly over to her and gasped as she held her lit wand aloft. The woman was her, dressed in her clothes, her hair, everything was the same, except… as Hermione stared the woman’s features changed before her eyes, her frame lengthening, her hair changing colour and her face taking on the appearance of Lavender Brown. Hermione put her wand beneath her chin and demanded to know what the fuck she thought she was doing with her husband. Lavender had smirked and shocked Hermione with her response.



‘Just the same as what you’re doing with Professor Snape…’ she had muttered.



Hermione blanched. ‘How the fuck…?’ She started to shake a little.



Lavender pushed her wand away and stood, brushing herself down and pulling a travelling cloak from her bag, throwing it on over Hermione’s too small clothes.



‘I’ve been watching you for weeks.’ Lavender smirked ‘you’re a slut, Hermione. Wonder what Ron would think?’



Hermione bristled and put her wand at Lavender’s heart. ‘Let’s go and ask him…maybe he’ll want to know why you’re wearing my clothes under that cloak…’ She hissed.



Lavender trembled as she saw the wild look in Hermione’s eyes and sobbed a little.



‘Please…I wont tell him, I wont… I love Ron, even if you don’t…’



Hermione sighed. They had turned the situation to their advantage, the two women using each other to be with the men they loved. Hermione thought it was sick that Lavender had to pretend to be her to get Ron’s attention, but it created convenient diversions. The only problem was that Ron thought everything was back to normal with their sex life and would make veiled references to ‘what we did last night’ that Hermione would have to smile or nod at, not knowing, or wanting to know, what he was referring to. It surprised her she wasn’t jealous.



Hermione thought for a while. She wanted everything to stop. She couldn’t go on and on like this, it was killing her. She wanted to be with Severus and only him. She just had to work out how to tell Ron, and when.



She glanced over as Severus started to stretch in the bed. She resolved not to tell him until it was a done deal. She would probably have to move in with him but she knew he would be glad.



Severus propped his head on his arms and leant against the pillow. He felt refreshed…and horny. He glanced at Hermione and caught her eye, raising his eyebrow at her. He threw the covers back to reveal his throbbing cock, thick and pale with a huge purple head glistening with pre-cum, twitching a little as she looked at him.



Hermione felt her vagina clench in anticipation but didn’t move. She was mesmerised by the sight of his cock, she never could hide her amazement at the beauty of it. It was her favourite part of Severus’s body, aside from his brain…and his hands, oh and his delicious tongue. Hermione ran her tongue around her mouth and across her lips. Her mouth was watering.



Severus smirked. Her eyes were like a child staring at a lollipop.



‘Want some?’ He asked her sexily and raised his hips, causing his balls to rise above the bedclothes.



Hermione gasped as she looked at him in all of his glory and nodded, standing slowly from the chair and walking towards him, not taking her eyes from his crotch for a second. She stood in near the bed and pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a well-fitting purple ‘bra. She pushed her thin skirt over her hips to reveal matching panties and Severus gasped.



‘You look beautiful…’ he whispered.



‘Mmm…so do you…’ she whispered huskily and climbed onto the bed between his legs and bent her head downwards, putting her arse in the air sexily. She looked Severus in the eye.



‘What will I do, Severus?’ She asked him slowly.



Severus groaned. Gods, he loved it when she spoke to him like this, it was one of their favourite games. He pretended to consider for a moment but it was futile. They both knew what he was going to say; they just liked to hear the words out loud.



‘Suck me until I say stop…’ He gasped hoarsely.



‘Suck you?’ She asked ‘Not…lick you?’ she bent and ran her wet tongue over the tip of his cock. ‘Not…bite you?’ She eyed him and he looked at her in shock. She wasn’t playing by the rules! She bent and nibbled his shaft with her teeth.



She adjusted her position and straddled him, kneeling upright. She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and showed him her swollen pussy, glistening with moisture.



‘Are you sure you don’t want me to rub my wet quim over your thick cock, Severus…? She smiled and took his shaft in her hand, rubbing the purple head between her folds teasingly.



Severus gasped, she was wanton this morning.



‘I want you to suck me until I say stop….please…’ he hissed the words out as she sat hard on his cock, moaning in her own pleasure as she engulfed him.



Hermione bent forward, her face over his but not close enough to kiss him. She stared him in the eye. ‘Do you love me, Severus?’ She asked him softly.



‘More than life itself, Hermione…’ He whispered.



Hermione smiled and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth as she slipped him out of her wet orifice. She turned herself around, swinging her leg over his chest and showing him the crotch of her very wet satin panties.



Hermione took Severus’s cock in her hand and began to stroke the length with her fist, pulling the foreskin over his pulsing head and licking him as she did so. Without warning she put his head into her mouth and created a sucking motion with her mouth, back and forth and using her hand to do the same with his shaft.



‘Gods…don’t stop, Hermione… don’t stop…’ Severus groaned.



Hermione wiggled herself in his face a little in response, she had no intention of stopping, but what she did almost sent him over the edge. With a free hand she pushed her panties lower down her slim hips, revealing her dripping pussy for his delectation. She inserted a finger and began to thrum herself and Severus gasped at the sight and the feel of her mouth on his cock. He started to rub her buttocks firmly and pulled her back until she was sitting over his face. He saw her clit, engorged and poking prettily from the top of her pussy and he licked and sucked at it while Hermione increased her pace on his cock, sliding his length down her throat as far as she could. Sweat was starting to glisten on her back as she moved her pussy over his face in ecstasy, her mouth bobbing up and down on Severus’s thick and throbbing member. She moved her hand to caress his balls and he cried out, thrusting his tongue inside her wetness and bucking his hips upwards, fucking her mouth firmly.



‘Mmmm….!!!’ Hermione cried out with pleasure and moved her pussy over his face, his nose rubbing her clit as his tongue probed her wetness quickly, lapping her juices.



She gripped his length firmly and began to thrust him hard up and down as her mouth enveloped him. He stiffened and cried out into her pussy, trying to keep his tongue on her clit as he shot his load into her waiting mouth. Hermione fell on him greedily and sucked every last drop from him. He grabbed her hips and pushed his face into her pussy, his tongue darted about all around her clit and her tight opening. Hermione groaned.



‘Oh fuck!!! Oh Gods Severus! Yes! Yes! Yes!!!’ Hermione sat upright, pushing her crotch onto his face as her come spread over him, her body shaking, her hips trembling over and over, her eyes closed as she revelled in her orgasm. Severus licked up every drop. She tasted amazing.



Hermione sighed and climbed carefully off him, snuggling into the crook of his arm. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him.



‘You are wonderful, witch.’ He murmured.



‘I love you, that’s why. So much, Severus…’ She smiled against his bare flesh and hugged him back. He bent his head and kissed her tenderly.



‘We should eat, Hermione… I haven’t forgotten your promise… you’ll need to keep your strength up.’ Severus smiled at her.



Hermione laughed. She hadn’t forgotten either. ‘Food it is then.’