A Looping of the Scales ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 53 ~ Sweetest Torment

The couple ate their salads in slightly awkward silence. They were simple salads only consisting of lettuce and tomatoes. Snape didn’t know what Hermione liked in her salad, so went with the basics. She seemed to enjoy it.

A House Elf appeared when they had finished their appetizer, carrying the main course in his clawed hand. He deftly replaced the empty bowls, bowed and winked out. Snape cleared his throat, but felt at a loss as what to say. This was all so new.

Well, Hermione broke the ice.

”I think I should warn you that I’ve been doing a bit of reading myself,” she said to him as she cut her chicken.

Snape looked up at her.

”That’s no surprise, Hermione. You’re always reading,” he responded.

”Not about this.”

”About what?”

”Oh, just the male erotic zones and fellatio,” she said non-chalantly.

Snape, who was chewing on a piece of potato, suddenly sucked a bit down the wrong pipe and started coughing horribly.

”Severus!” Hermione exclaimed, alarmed. She jumped up, ran around the table and started beating him on his back until he drew in a ragged breath and drank down some pumpkin juice.

Hermione returned to her seat with a slight grin as he looked at her with watery eyes.

”Not the reaction I expected,” she said, spearing a carrot with her fork and inserting it into her mouth.

”Fellatio? As in sucking a man’s—um—“

”Cock or penis. The term is interchangeable,” she told him, glad to finally have to finish a delicate sentence for him. She felt positively wicked as he stared at her.

”You really plan to do that?” Snape asked her, his voice cracking a little.

”Among other things,” she replied. “You can’t have all the glory, you know. This is supposed to be a balanced relationship, for what it is.”

Snape felt his boxers become very tight as he looked at Hermione’s mouth. She was going to give him a blowjob. Suddenly, all his well-laid plans flew out of the window. He’d never thought that she’d want to—to pleasure him. He was of the mind that wizards did all the pleasuring and witches just took it.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case with Hermione. But he had to know something . . .

”Have you ever done that to Ron? Fellatio?” he asked her.

”No. But he never went down on me. You did. That makes it a reciprocal act,” Hermione said. “But would it have made a difference to you if I had?”

Snape shook his head, his eyes going a bit soft.

”No, it wouldn’t have, Hermione, but, it’s nice to know I’ll be your first in something too,” he said softly.

Hermione smiled at him.

”Do you think you’ll be good at it?”

”What? Severus! That’s nothing to ask a witch!”

Severus didn’t look the least bit contrite.

”Well, there are concerns, Hermione. I mean, what if you snag my foreskin with your teeth? That would be very painful.”

Hermione scowled at him.

”You keep talking like that, Severus, and you won’t have to worry about it because my teeth will come nowhere near your cock,” she said to him darkly. “And neither will my mouth!”

“I’m sure you’ll be wonderful,” Snape replied quickly, backpedaling at maximum. He hadn’t dreamed Hermione would be willing to do anything like that, and now that she said she would, he definitely didn’t want her to change her mind.

Would she swallow?

He began to eat much faster.

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Hermione tortured Snape throughout the entire meal, eating slowly as she told him about all the things she’d learned about turning on the male body. He was glad he was seated, because his cock was so swollen that it looked as if he were straddling a very thick broomstick that was hidden beneath his very tented robes.

Hermione appeared not to know what she was doing to the wizard, but she knew all right, and it was fun to make him so aroused and uncomfortable. She slowly put the last vegetable into her mouth and chewed as Snape watched her with glittering eyes. It felt as if he’d finished his food hours ago.

The House Elf appeared again, carrying two plates of Elderberry pie.

”No! No pie!” Snape snapped at it. The elf cringed, its ears going flat.

”What do you mean, no pie? I want pie,” Hermione hissed at him, motioning to the elf to hand over the pie. Snape scowled as she took it.

”Aren’t you full yet?” he griped.

”No, I’m not. I thought you were going to work on your romantic skills,” she said to him as the House Elf took the plates away. Snape’s pie sat untouched before him.

”It’s hard to think about being romantic when all the blood that’s usually in my brain has gone south,” he replied bad-naturedly. “You’re purposely tormenting me, Hermione.”

”I am not,” she said, a wicked gleam in her brown eyes. She pretended to fan herself.

”My, it’s warm in here,” she said.

”Warm? It’s not warm. It’s the proper temperature.”

”I feel warm,” Hermione said, standing up and unbuttoning her robes.

Snape’s mouth dropped open as she slid the robes down her arms revealing the sheer Slytherin green nightie underneath. She made a big production of folding up her robes and placing them on the back of the chair. Snape’s eyes drank in her breasts and the little thong that barely covered her sex. He noticed immediately that she had shaved a bit. Hermione took in a deep breath so her breasts ballooned a moment, then let out an exaggerated sigh and sat back down to her pie.

”That’s much better,” she said, cutting into her pie with a fork.

Snape couldn’t seem to find his voice as he looked at Hermione. She looked so—so sexy. He swallowed a few times, before words managed to form.

”You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

Hermione looked over at him and smiled softly.

“And you’re randy,” she replied.

”Yes. Oh, yes,” Snape said softly. “Hurry and finish that pie, Hermione. Please.”

Hermione ate another bit of pie, then said, “Severus, I want you to understand something. This is ‘ladies night.’ In other words, it’s my turn to explore you and watch you melt down. I have to perfect my technique and I don’t feel like having any competition.”

Snape nodded. He’d agree to anything right now. So, his own plans for Hermione had to go on the backburner. He didn’t mind a bit. He was going to be on the receiving end this time, something completely unexpected. Thank the gods for knowledge-driven witches who believed in a hands-on approach.

Hermione looked cool on the outside, but she was feeling very excited as well. Snape’s reactions to her were a definite turn on. He looked so hungry, so excited—so eager. He was as willing to be explored as to explore. She would be just as thorough with his body as he had been with hers. She was interested in seeing his reactions. She wanted to know if males responded to foreplay as women did, or did they have a lower tolerance for it? Would Snape let her take the time on him that she allowed him to take when they shagged the first time?

Would he beg for it?

Hermione thought she’d like it if he did. Maybe she did have a bit of tormentor in her after all.

Suddenly his voice cut through her thoughts.

”You’re a lot like Lily, Hermione—in some ways. She used to torment me too. But not like this. I know that with you, it’s kind of foreplay, and I like it. I know you aren’t just going to walk away and leave me desiring you. Lily—she was different. She had to know how I felt about her, Hermione, even if I didn’t say it.”

”I’m not like Lily, Severus. I would never play games with you, not the kind that would hurt you,” Hermione said quietly. “I care about what’s going on with you and—and I’d like to see you happy this time around. I’m glad to be a small part of that happiness.”

”You’re more than a small part, Hermione. You’ve made all of this bearable. You’re the first witch who ever let me in. No matter what the future holds, you’ll never be ‘small’ to me. Ever.”

Hermione looked at him and slowly pushed her unfinished pie away.

“You’ll never be ‘small’ to me, either,” she said naughtily, her eyes flicking downward as if she could see his erection beneath the table. He gave her a crooked grin.

”You’re a wicked little witch, Hermione Granger.”

”I thought Slytherins like naughty.”

”We do, particularly when we’ve played a part in the corruption,” Snape said, smirking a bit. “Have you ever—“

Hermione slowly rose.

”Dressed like this for Ron? No.”

Hermione studied him.

”You certainly ask about Ron a lot, Severus,” she observed as she walked around the table. Snape turned in his chair so he faced her, looking up and placing his hands gently on her waist.

”It’s almost as if you’re jealous,” she finished.

Snape’s eyes drifted down her nightie-clad body for a moment, then looked back up at her, his eyes heated.

”I—I just want to know what you do for me that you didn’t do for him, Hermione. Is it wrong to want parts of you that he hasn’t experienced? To know I have something with you he didn’t?”

Snape was resigned he wasn’t the first wizard to shag Hermione, and he didn’t think any less of her because of that, but he wanted some firsts with the witch. Something intimate he could always carry with him. He was jealous of Ron in a way, jealous that he’d been with her at all when they were so unsuitable. He liked Weasley all right, but not when it came to Hermione. He was glad he had a new girlfriend and got her so quickly.

Snape pulled Hermione closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his head against her breasts, his eyes closed as he heard the beat of her heart, felt her warmth and breathed in the scent of her. Hermione, moved by this display of affection, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as well, leaning slightly, kissing his temple then just resting her chin on his head. They stay embraced that way for a minute or two, Snape letting out a contented sigh as the feeling of being cared for washed over him.

Hermione was moved by his willingness to show he wanted affection and care, something he never portrayed as an adult. Ron had wanted it too, but this was different. Ron was loved and cared for by his friends and family. He always had been.

Severus’ life was very different. There was a void inside him that Hermione was quickly filling. Yes, there would be physically intimate moments when their bodies entwined, but it was the moments like this would be most affecting to the wizard. Moments of emotional connection, of closeness and trust, things he’d been lacking for most of his life.

Severus started to loosen his grip and stand up, but Hermione softly said, “No, Severus. Stay seated.”

The wizard did as she asked, and started as she sat on his lap, her legs on either side of this waist, her core pressing against his covered erection, and her arms wrapping around his neck. Hermione gave him a soft smile as his arms once again wrapped around her waist, pulling her body closer against his.

”Non-academic activities have officially begun,” she said, covering his mouth with her own and gently invading it with her tongue. Snape shifted forward and she locked her legs around his waist. The wizard groaned against her mouth as she began to wind her pelvis against his hardness, the scent of arousal filling the air as her thong was moistened from the contact.

”Hermione,” Snape breathed, kissing her hungrily as he began to caress her, able to feel the softness of her skin through the flimsy gown, his fingers moving up and down her back and over her shoulders before they slid down and he helplessly grasped two handfuls of buttocks and ground himself against her roughly.

”Shit, Severus,” she hissed, letting her head fall back as Snape fell to her throat, kissing and suckling it as he continued to work her body against his. Hermione thrust her pelvis back and forth rhythmically as if engaging in sex. Snape’s eyes nearly rolled up into his head.

”You’re going to make me come in my trousers,” he hissed against her neck.

Hermione stopped grinding against him.

“We can’t have that, can we?” she asked him softly. “That’s reserved for something softer and wetter.”

”Yes,” he breathed, kissing her again and standing up. Hermione still clung to him, her legs locked around his waist, her moist center still pressed into his hardness as the wizard walked toward his bedroom.

They needed a bit more wriggle room.

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A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the delay. Real life issues took over. Sorry for the cliffie, too. Debra went back to work today and so today was my first day watching the twins, who are about 6 weeks old now. Not very conducive to writing lemons. Lol. I’m going to have to do it at night. Actually Ibn is off tomorrow, and Debra is off Monday and Tuesday so no more twin-watching until Wednesday. I also launched my writing website http://.www.articlesandparticles.com for my freelance writing services. If any of you use writers for projects think about giving me a try. I’m very easy to work with and very versatile. Plus, I need the money. I have two clients but the work is piecework so I can use a couple more. J Anyway, next chapter we’ll get the lemony Hermione goodness. I rarely get a chance to write her going for her own, so it will be fun all around. Thanks for reading.