A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 58 ~ Tender Treatment


Hermione was curled up in her bed, nude and covered in a scarlet and gold sheet when Severus walked into her bedroom. Her hair was slung over her face and she breathed easily. The wizard walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Hermione. He shuddered slightly, grimacing.

He was still feeling the effects of Voltaire’s curse. The Potions Master hadn’t experienced the Cruciatus curse for many years and he didn’t throw it off as quickly as he used to. Plus, he was in a foul mood because of the arrogant little bastard. A boot firmly placed in Voltaire’s scaly ass would have done wonders for Severus’ attitude. But he had to bide his time.

Anyway, he doubted he would be able to perform to his own satisfaction tonight, and some of his residual anger at Voltaire and Bella might boil over while he was with Hermione. He didn’t mind putting it to the witch if it were the result of passion, lust or being a bit pissed off at her for some reason…but he didn’t want misplaced aggression to be his driving force. Hermione was not a punching bag for his frustrations, though the witch probably wouldn’t mind helping him work off some anger.

There were some delicious benefits for being so selfless…for a masochist that is.

He leaned over the witch, moving her hair out of the way.

”Hermione. Hermione, I’ve returned,” he said softly.

Hermione groaned, stretched, then opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him. Severus could see the joy in them as she became lucid. He felt a rush of affection for the witch. Her love was a balm to him, something he could see and feel.

“Severus,” she said sleepily, smiling like a child.

“Yes, Severus,” he said silkily, his eyes drifting over the curves beneath the sheets.

He often thought Hermione purposely covered her bed in Gryffindor colors when she knew he was going to spend the night. He always threw them off the bed and claimed it in the name of Slytherin House before ravishing her soundly. His mouth quirked a bit at the thought of it.

Hermione’s brow furrowed. Usually Severus woke her up by getting naked and spooning around her body, kissing her awake. He was fully dressed.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” she asked him.

Severus didn’t want to tell Hermione he’d be crucio’d by that little bastard. She’d be extremely upset.

”I am rather tired, Hermione. I thought I would sleep in my own room tonight,” Severus said rather evasively.

Unfortunately, there was a note in his voice that Hermione recognized. As good a liar as Severus was, intimacy with the witch had made her more familiar with his inflections than anyone…even Albus. Hermione knew something was up. She sat up in the bed, the sheet dropping and her full breasts in view. The Potions Master’s eyes dropped to them for a moment, then he forced himself to look her in her eyes.

”Too tired?” Hermione said to him suspiciously, “Severus, you have never been too tired for sex. Ever. That’s my excuse, not yours.”

”Ah, but it is possible, isn’t it?” he replied, trying to keep from looking at her body.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

“I suppose it is, but what happened to make you so tired?” she asked him directly, studying his pale face before her eyes swept over his body, looking for torn robes, blood or hidden injuries.

Damn it. He should have just gone straight to bed.

”It was just a trying meeting. Voltaire has become quite the tyrant in a month. Dealing with him was…exhausting,” Severus replied, trying not to lie to Hermione…just hide the truth.

Hermione was about to reply when Severus involuntarily shuddered, cursing to himself as he grimaced helplessly. Hermione’s eyes widened in horror as she recognized that terrible shiver.

”You’ve been crucio’d!” she cried, jumping out of the bed completely naked and not caring in her concern for the wizard, “Oh Severus!”

”I’m fine,” he groused as Hermione’s small fingers immediately started unbuttoning his robes.

“You certainly are not fine,” she said angrily, “Imagine, trying to hide this from me. I swear Severus…”

The wizard stood there quietly as the angry little witch removed his clothing, first taking off his robes, then his shirt, then tugging at his trousers and pulling them down around his thighs.

”Sit down on the bed,” Hermione ordered. She wasn’t in the mood to be disobeyed.

Severus did as she asked, his black eyes resting on her as she knelt and removed his boots and socks, then pulled off his trousers, leaving him in his black silk boxers. The wizard shuddered again and Hermione stood up, her eyes glistening in sympathy.

“You are staying here tonight,” she said imperiously, “Now lie down in the bed. I’ll be right back.”

Hermione watched Severus lie down on his back obediently, her hands on her hips and scowling. She then walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a robe. She put it on and tied the sash around her waist, closing it. Then she stepped into her bedroom slippers, walked over to the nightstand and picked up her wand. Hermione gave Severus a warning look before she left the bedroom. He was to stay put.

Severus lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Suddenly he rolled out of the bed and pulled the scarlet and gold sheet off it, balling it up and throwing it in the corner. There was a plain white sheet beneath it. He climbed back into the bed and waited for Hermione to return.

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”Imagine, trying to hide something like that from me,” Hermione seethed as she unlocked the Potions office and stalked through, heading for Severus’ stores, “That man is not to be trusted…at all!”

She walked over to Severus’ potions store and furiously broke the wards on it. A loud alarm sounded but she silenced it with a flick of her wand.

Severus lifted his head as he heard his alarm go off. Hermione was in his stores. The wizard sighed. He really had to find a reasonable ward that the witch couldn’t crack. Oh there were stronger ones she could probably never get through…but they took so damn long to apply and remove, Severus couldn’t use them. Bartholomew had to have access to the stores as well because of classes. Severus scowled.

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Hermione was gone about forty-five minutes. Severus was about to go looking for her when the witch returned, carrying a tray and setting it down on the night stand. Severus sat up and looked on the tray.

There was a teapot and a very strange looking cup of some kind. It was made of ceramic, but had two handles and a cover with a raised kind of spout on top, small holes in the tip of it. Severus watched as Hermione removed the top and poured some tea into it. It was a reddish color. She must have been brewing it in his lab.

Severus shifted closer and sniffed.

His large, sensitive nose first picked up a mild honey flowery aroma, then a mint-like undertone. The Potions Master continued to sniff. Hmmm. Chamomile flowers, valerian root, chicory root, Hawthorne berries, peppermint, and…strawberry leaves. Then his eyes narrowed as Hermione offered the strange cup to him.

“Hermione…is that…catnip I detect?” he asked her as he took the strange cup.

”Just drink it, Severus,” she snapped at him, “Catnip is used as a remedy in the treatment of tension and anxiety. It will help relax you as will everything else in there.”

The wizard looked up at her. He only kept catnip in his stores for Filch’s ancient cat, Miss Norris. He never even considered it as a useful herb for the treatment of humans. Hermione, the walking encyclopedia had struck again.

Now Severus studied the cup.

“What is this?” he asked the witch, turning it back and forth in his pale hands.

Hermione sighed.

“I made that so you wouldn’t spill your tea if you are hit with another tremor. It’s called a ‘sippy cup.’”

Severus scowled.

“A sippy cup? That sounds like something for infants,” he said, frowning.

“Actually it is. Since you were acting like a child trying to hide you were crucio’d from me, it’s appropriate. Now drink up!” Hermione said.

Severus scowled at Hermione, but slowly sipped the tea from the sippy cup. He felt ridiculous…but another tremor hit him and if he had used a regular tea cup, hot tea would have spilled all over him. He finished the tea and Hermione gave him another cup, then another until it all was gone. He felt a bit refreshed. There must have been a bit of restorative elixir in the tea as well. It was odorless and tasteless, but he definitely felt the effects. Hermione took the cup away from him.

“Lie down,” she said, the anger gone from her voice now, “On your stomach.”

Severus looked at her in askance, then did as she asked. He watched as she took a jar of salve out of her pocket. Hermione opened it and climbed into the bed, straddling his buttocks gently. He felt himself harden a bit.

Hermione rubbed the salve between her hands and began to smooth it over the wizard’s neck and shoulders, massaging it into his skin and muscles, her hands firm but tender as she applied the cream. Severus felt a bit of heat, then his muscles relaxed and he groaned appreciatively. Relaxation made the curse’s residual effects ease somewhat…but it was difficult for someone hit with that terrible pain to relax because of the shock to the body. Hermione knew what she was doing as she moved to his back and sides, working slowly and carefully, not missing any part of him.

Severus felt her climb down the bed, then she removed his boxers, the cool air making him clench his pale buttocks for a moment, Hermione’s eyes appreciative before she climbed back on him and began to massage the salve into his muscular flanks. Severus thought she took a bit of extra time on this but didn’t say anything. He had a full erection now. The wizard shuddered again, but it was not nearly as painful this time.

Hermione worked on his thighs, calves, ankles and feet, Severus jerking slightly as her fingers slipped between his toes. It tickled. He felt her move off him.

“Turn over,” Hermione said, her voice sounding a bit husky.

The witch was completely turned on by massaging the wizard’s body, but was trying to push her arousal down. She was still in her robe, naked underneath. Severus obliged her, his swollen cock almost standing straight up. The wizard’s eyes glinted at Hermione as she stared at his ready tool.

“You’re not going to be able to relax that with salve,” he purred at her.

Then he shuddered again, his cock swaying and bouncing as his body quaked.

Hermione sat down on the side of the bed. Severus was injured and she didn’t trust herself to straddle his body when his cock was just…standing there, ready for action. The Potions Master’s dark eyes rested on her as she massaged the salve into his neck, shoulders and arms.

”You’re hot for me, aren’t you?” he asked her silkily.

Hermione focused on his chest, not looking at him.

“That doesn’t matter, Severus…you’ve been crucio’d. Your body has to rest and recover. Anything strenuous will prolong the effects,” she said thickly, “Thrusting and pumping is definitely strenuous.”

Damn, why had she said that? Hermione fought back a hiss as she felt a strong pulse of desire. And she was moving lower on his body now, rubbing the salve over the ridges of his pale abdomen, his cock in the corner of her vision…the thick pale shaft swollen, veins pulsing, the purpled head leaking…

Dear gods.

Hermione drew in a deep breath and moved lower on the bed, working on his pelvis now, her small hands working around his cock and scrotum, not touching them. His cock jerked several times as she kneaded the surrounding flesh. Severus groaned.

“This is torture,” he breathed as Hermione moved down to his thighs, her hands slipping between them, grazing his balls accidentally, “I’m so hard I hurt, Hermione.”

Hermione blinked several times, saying nothing as she moved down his legs and away from temptation. She couldn’t fuck Severus…if she did, he’d suffer for it later and she’d feel horrible about it. But she was completely soaked between her thighs. She knew the wizard had to smell her.

Finally, Hermione finished with a sigh. She made it through. She stood up and put the top back on the salve, setting it on the nightstand. She looked down at Severus’ long, lean body and his still stoic erection, the wizard looking at her lazily, his eyes half-lidded, a small smirk on his face.

He knew she wanted him. Hell, it would be worth the extra pain.

”Severus, you should put your boxers back on,” Hermione said in a strangled voice.

“No, I think the air is good for me,” he said.

Suddenly, Hermione noticed the lack of sheets on her bed. She looked over into the corner. Yes, there they were. Severus had thrown them off as usual because they were Gryffindor colors. He wouldn’t sleep under them.

“You’ll catch a chill. I’m going to get another sheet,” she said, walking into the bathroom and going into the linen closet.

Hermione took out a rather heavy white sheet and carried it into the bedroom. She shook it out then tossed it over the bed…and Severus. The sheet settled on his body, tented at his loins. It looked like a tall mountain in the middle of a flat plain.

Severus chuckled.

“If your approach was of the ‘out of sight, out of mind’ persuasion, Hermione, I’m afraid you’ve failed miserably,” the wizard said, as Hermione climbed over him, careful not to hit his cock and slid under the covers next to him, still in her robe.

Severus lifted the covers and looked at her.

“Surely you don’t intend to sleep in your robe, Hermione?” he asked her.

Hermione realized how silly it was and under the covers, undid her sash and slipped out of it, dropping it over the side of the bed, pulling the sheet up under her chin and lying there stiffly, not looking at Severus.

The wizard growled.

“All of this purposeful avoidance of my erection is making me react as if I’ve drank a lust potion, witch. You are the most appealing to me when you try to act as if I don’t arouse you. It makes me want to prove I do,” the wizard said silkily, turning towards her, the tent now pointing in her direction.

“It doesn’t matter what you want to prove, Severus…you can’t do it. I’ll feel terribly guilty if you have to go through even more pain because of me. Let’s just go to sleep,” she said, her voice sounding pained.

Hermione did want the wizard, badly. The idea she couldn’t have him was working on her as well.

The couple lay there in silence for several minutes…neither of them feeling the least bit tired now. Hermione felt Severus shift…then a motion beside her. She turned her head to see the tent enlarged and moving up and down slowing as Severus lay with his eyes closed, a slight grimace on his face…and not from the curse either.

“Severus, what are you doing?” Hermione asked him although it was easy to see.

“Wanking off,” he said with a groan, “I need relief Hermione.”

He turned his head to face her now, his black eyes snapping open, full of need. Suddenly he threw the covers off of his body so Hermione could see his pale fist grasping his cock, the foreskin moving back and forth as he caressed it.

“Watch me,” he breathed.

Hermione let out a breath, mesmerized as Severus fisted his cock slowly, his nostrils flared as he watched her watch him masturbate. The witch licked her lips, making them moist, the tip of her tongue showing slightly. He growled again.

The tip of his cock was leaking milking pre-cum and the wizard pulled back his foreskin and spread it with his thumb, making his cock glisten. Hermione’s eyes seemed to glow as she watched him work that thick, strong tool.

“Oh Severus,” she breathed helplessly.

“Help me,” he whispered to her, “Wrap your hand over mine, Hermione.”

Hermione moved downward in the bed, the sheet slipping off of her so Severus could see her torso, his eyes glittering as he felt her warm hand close over his and move in unison.

“Yes,” he purred, his eyes on the witch, who was watching their mutual motion with large, shining eyes. “Mmmm, yes Hermione. Help me.”

Hermione swallowed as Severus worked his hand faster, her arm moving up and down quicker, a fire burning between her thighs. She needed relief as well and slid her hand between her legs unabashedly, beginning to massage herself, her eyes drooping as her breathing increased. Severus bit his lip at the expression on her face and if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew Hermione would be horribly guilty in the morning, he would have mounted her and fucked her.

Instead, he took his hand away, and Hermione kept going, gasping as his hardness slid back and forth over her palm, the soft, silken skin giving way to the hot iron beneath. She sped up her own twiddling, letting out a small cry as she orgasmed, shuddering, Severus groaning and moaning as she gripped him harder, working her hand frantically.

“Fuck…yesssss…yesssss,” Severus hissed at her, his dark eyes hungry.

Suddenly Hermione rose to her knees and practically fell on his cock, her hot mouth surrounding him and sucking hard.

”Shit!” Severus gasped in surprise, gripping the witch’s head and letting out a growl of pleasure as Hermione sucked his cock like a vacuum, her head bobbing, sliding him to the back of her throat, gagging a bit but not slowing, swallowing his shaft, licking the leaking head, moaning around his organ, sending vibrations from tip to base, before licking it all over and sucking his sensitive balls.

Severus didn’t know what the fuck just happened here, but he was glad for it. This was the best blow job Hermione had given him in weeks. He started to thrust and Hermione pulled back from him.

“Don’t!” she gasped, “Let me do it. The curse,” she hissed, her mouth glistening.

The wizard stilled then groaned as Hermione wrapped her mouth around him again, using her hand to stimulate the rest of his shaft, her wet mouth making slurping noises that drove the wizard to the edge quickly. He felt his balls tighten suddenly and almost painfully.

“Oh…oh…damn! Hermione!” Severus cried out, forcing her mouth down on his cock, plunging deeper and gagging her as he exploded, shooting his seed into her throat as the witch tried her best to relax her mouth. She managed to do it. Severus was too far gone to release her as pleasure surged through him. He felt Hermione swallowing and sighed as his body went limp, totally relaxed now as he panted, running his hand down the witch’s moist back appreciatively as she finished drinking him down, giving him a few more bobs as he slowly deflated…sated.

”You are amazing,” the wizard breathed as she lifted her head and looked at him, a naughty smile tugging at her lips.

”And you are irresistible,” she replied, licking her lips sexily.

Severus drew Hermione up the bed and kissed her deeply, tasting himself as he did so before pulling her tight against him so her head rested against his shoulder. He sighed, the unpleasantness of his experience with Voltaire temporarily wiped away by the witch in his arms.

They hadn’t fucked…but damn…it was a lovely night anyway.

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A/N: Whew! Thanks for reading. ***