A Turn for the Better

Chapter 52 ~ Getting a Feel for Things

“What is that?” Hermione asked Snape.

They were both nude, the witch nestled comfortably in the wizard’s arms as they stared at the bed. Scented candles floated overhead, bathing the room in a warm, romantic glow. The heavy, Slytherin green curtains that normally hung on the four-poster bed had been replaced by light, gauzy draperies, neatly tied back to the wooden posts so the couple wouldn’t have to wrestle through them. But what Severus and Hermione stared at wasn’t in the bed but floated just outside it.

”Goss-mirrors,” Snape replied softly as he looked at the airy looking mirror hovering just outside the bed. Another one floated on the other side, the bed sandwiched between them.

”Gossamers?” Hermione repeated as she studied the floating images, because that what they looked like. Ghostly, rectangular-shaped projections.

”No,” Snape said softly, “Goss-mirrors. Weightless, airy mirrors made of magic that will reflect what’s before them in any perspective that comes to mind once we’ve passed through them. They are used in a number of ways, usually as visual aids for delicate, intricate assembly of magical items . . . but . . .”

He looked at Hermione with hot eyes.

” . . . in this case, they are meant to enhance our night, Hermione. We will be able to see ourselves in any way we wish . . . and the thought won’t have to be conscious. When you look into the mirror, the most desirable viewpoint will be seen without the mirrors seeming to move, although they will. Very nice magic, indeed.”

Severus walked forward and passed through the closest Goss-mirror, which parted like mist as he did so, resealing itself as the Potions master placed Hermione in the bed and looked down at her. Behind him, Hermione could see the mirror focused on her face, very close and she looked so beautiful. She brought her hand to her face, amazed.

”Is that how I really look?” she asked the wizard, whose dark eyes rested on the mirror across from him.

”To me, yes . . . Hermione, and it still doesn’t do you justice,” he said softly, climbing into the bed and lying down on his back. Hermione sat up, next to him, her brown eyes slowly moving down his body. Severus could see what she saw, every ridge and muscle, his swollen organ and sinewy thighs. Then the mirror shifted to his left forearm, which was smooth and pale. His brow furrowed.

”You had a mark there, once,” Hermione said softly, her fingertips trailing across his pale skin gently. “A skull . . . a snake . . .”

”Yes. It was Tom Riddle’s mark. He used it to summon, track and torture,” Snape replied, running a pale finger down her thigh gently. “I also had scars . . . many scars from the scourgings he’d give me . . .”

”And you were thin, terribly thin . . . from mistreatment and worry,” the witch said, her voice quavering and eyes beginning to fill as the alternate memory of him, how he was and how he suffered became clearer.

Snape reached up and drew her down against him, nuzzling her throat with his large nose, breathing her in, one hand caressing the small of her back

”That man never existed, Hermione, thanks to you,” he said softly, “I was spared the horror of that dismal existence because you came to me. I am forever in your debt.”

Snape slid one hand into Hermione’s hair and gently pulled her mouth against his, kissing the witch tenderly. She lay atop him full length now, and his organ pulsed against her belly urgently. The wizard caressed her curves reverently, loving the feel of her flesh beneath his fingers. The mirrors reflected the caresses, his hands moving slow motion over her buttocks, then the perspective changed to their kisses, lips meeting, parting, and mouth consuming mouth, over and over.

Suddenly, Hermione shifted downward, her lips moving over Snape’s throat, the wizard’s head tilting back to give her access. Merlin, her mouth felt so good on his skin. He let out a small groan as she shifted downward further, kissing his chest now. He let his arms fall to the mattress, allowing the witch to do what she would, unhindered, and she rose to her hands and knees, now doing to him what he had done to her on the sofa in the study.

Turnabout was fair play, especially in this situation. Hermione planned to do her best to please him. She didn’t want him to see her as a young woman, but a woman.

Hermione was so aware of every hiss uttered and every jerk of the wizard’s body as she pressed her lips to him, feeling the ridges of his musculature. The musk of his maleness rose as she slid lower still and gently moved his cock aside so she could kiss his lower belly.

Severus hissed as she blew on the base of his cock, then held it up before her face. He turned his head and the Goss-mirror showed Hermione close up, in profile, his thick, rigid organ before her face, her lips slightly parted and glistening, her eyes shining as she stared at it.

”Dear gods,” Snape groaned as watched the image, which zoomed in closer, focusing on Hermione’s moist mouth, her little pink tongue emerging and the tip of it flicking over his tightened foreskin, which shifted slightly from the contact.

Snape let out another groan at both the view and the sensation. Hermione’s lips then curved into a sexy and rather naughty smile. The image couldn’t have been more erotic if it had a full Blue Pensieve crew directing it.

Snape hadn’t expected this from the witch as Hermione pressed her lips to his cock, kissing it as if it were an elongated cheek. It was clear she hadn’t done this before, so her technique was rather different. She was learning as she went along and to be honest, having his cock kissed in such a manner was rather a turn-on. It had in its time been sucked, licked, jerked and nibbled on-- but never really kissed before. It made the act between them even more intimate and he closed his eyes in pleasure as her puckered lips covered every inch of his erection from tip to base.

His eyelids fluttered as she lingered over the head, kissing the leaking tip and tasting his fluids. The Potions master’s dark eyes opened and he gazed down at her, Hermione’s curly hair curtaining her face, shadowing it slightly. Suddenly, he wanted those innocent lips encircling his girth, caressing and suckling his length. Snape’s nostrils flared.

”Hermione,” he breathed softly, one hand reaching downward to move her hair aside so he could see her face. He cupped the back of her head. “Take me into that soft, warm, wet mouth.”

”Like this?” she asked him in a husky voice, her brown eyes flicking to the mirror which showed a close-up of her pursed lips sliding snugly over the large fluted head and downward.

The mirror changed perspective and showed Snape’s face. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled upward as he gasped, “Yessssss!”

His hand reflexively wrapped itself in Hermione’s hair. She felt a dark thrill when she felt him grip her locks so tightly, the mirrors now reflecting her curls between his fingers.

Hermione then set about performing her first true act of fellatio, the hissing wizard guiding her head motions, cursing under his breath and praising the witch. It wasn’t her artfulness that struck him and made him respond so passionately to her ministrations, but her passion as she applied herself. She coughed several times and he murmured to her to slow down, take her time and not to try to swallow him down. Snape gently pulled her away, smirking at the wetness in her eyes from her little bout of choking. The spirit was willing, but the cock was just too big.

”I’m too big, love,” he said to her softly. “You can’t possibly deep-throat me.”

Hermione frowned at his cock as if it had in some way insulted her abilities.

”I bet I could if I had enough practice,” she said to him, shaking his erection a little as if throttling it, not that the wizard minded. He hissed and arched an eyebrow at her.

Suddenly Snape drew her up his body and kissed her deeply, quieting her protests concerning his opinion of her “pleasuring” abilities. He had other things in mind, such as immersing himself in that curvaceous little body

”You can practice honing your skills at a later date,” Snape breathed against her lips as he rolled his pelvis beneath her in an unmistakable way. “Now is our moment to turn back time.”

Swiftly, he rolled Hermione over, now resting on top of her, his black hair swinging around his face as he stared down at her.

”I’ve longed for this moment, Hermione,” he said to her passionately. “You have no idea how I’ve struggled to keep myself from you, how often I wanted say the hell with conventions, give in to your attempts to seduce me . . . throw your robes over your head and . . . “

His face contorted a moment as he stopped speaking, staring down at the witch beneath him, lust burning in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of losing control. Hermione caught her breath at the hunger in his eyes and the way he pressed his loins against her.

Snape shifted downward, forcing Hermione’s legs apart, then covered Hermione’s mouth with his own, letting his kiss speak for him as he gapped his thighs, using his strength to spread Hermione’s legs even wider.

She let out another broken gasp as the wizard placed his swollen length against her core and raised himself up on his hands, breaking the kiss. Snape began to grind and wind his pelvis, rubbing his hardness back and forth against her in simulation of the sex act.

He stared down at Hermione, hitching his cock against her with some force, watching her reaction, waiting for some sign that she wanted and needed more, drinking in her gasps and moans as he moved against her.

”Do you want me, Hermione Granger?” he hissed at the slack-mouthed witch, her half-lidded eyes widened, her head falling to the side.

She saw them in the Goss-mirror, lying full length in the bed, Severus on top of her, his hair hiding almost all his profile but his nose as he stared down, all focus, his body flexing rhythmically, his flanks tightening and loosening, her own body moving in counterpoint. They looked so sexy, so in synch. Then the mirror switched to Snape’s face, hovering over her own, pale and hungry. The look on his face was close to pain as he rolled his hips, urging her to follow his motions.

” Are you ready for me? Do you want me?” he asked her urgently, “Tell me, Hermione. Tell me you do. I’ve waited years for this moment, for this time, our time, to come again. All I need now is to hear you tell me you want me. Last time we were together, like this, you didn’t have a choice—I was young, selfish, only interested in my own desires. I didn’t give you a choice, then. But you have one now.”

Snape stopped moving, waiting for her answer, waiting for her to make the choice he denied her so long ago. He knew she wanted him, he just needed to hear her say it, as if it would absolve him of his treatment of her so long ago.

Hermione looked up at him.

” I've waded through an ocean of time to come to this point,” she said to him softly, repeating what she’d told him before. “Now, I’m ready to drown in the moment. Yes, I want you, Severus Snape— I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Do it, Severus— do it now— please—“

Snape let out a shuddering breath as he rose to his knees and grasped one of Hermione’s ankles, drawing her right leg up and resting it against one shoulder. He pushed her left thigh a bit, then grasped the base of his cock, letting the head of it fall on the perfectly cut heart, his eyes glittering. Hermione made a noise as the image of the thick head resting at her apex appeared on the mirror. Snape looked sidelong at it, then down at Hermione’s body, petite, feminine and soon to be his.

The wizard swallowed, then adjusted himself, Hermione shifting as she felt his hardness press against her softness and move about, seeking the depression and finding it. Hermione felt a great pressure and longing as the Potions master found his mark. He leaned forward, her right leg shifting back, making her yet more accessible.

Snape’s eyes met hers and he bit his lower lip and pressed forward, Hermione letting out a cry as she stretched around his girth. He penetrated her, slipping inside her warmth and letting out a growl of pleasure as her soft, tight sleeve surrounded him, warm, alive and pulsing. Hermione panted, her hands clutching at his waist as he slowly filled her. The friction was delicious as he came to rest deep inside her, connected. At last—they were one.

”Mmmmm,” Snape growled, his eyes full of pleasure as he sat back on his heels, his cock shifting its angle inside her, Hermione sighing.

”Gods, your . . . you’re so— so big, Severus,” she gasped up at him.

”Tbe better to pleasure you, my dear,” the Potions master purred, pulling her leg from his shoulder to his mouth and running his lips over her calf and ankle.

Then he drew back and thrust into the witch, his mouth dropping open for an instant and Hermione letting out a perfectly beautiful moan of pleasure. Her body checked the depth of his stroke, jerking slightly, her breasts bouncing.

Once again, the Goss-mirrors showed their full profile, the professor sitting on his heels, his cock embedded in the witch lying before him, one leg resting against his shoulder, her face the very expression of bliss.

Still, this was just the beginning.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. ***