Something Much Darker

Though he knew Hermione had fainted, Severus still couldn’t stop what he was doing to her. His lust had finally broken free of his control. One hand went to his pants where he fumbled for a moment with the buttons, then with a grunt of impatience simply ripped open his fly and took out his hard member. A few strokes were all it took for him to climax. He groaned into her sex as his cum spurted over his hand and spattered his pants.

Severus relaxed then, still holding her close, and rested his head against her thigh for a few moments. His head was clear again, his lust sated for the moment, though the pain in his balls would remain for a while. But at least he was in no danger of raping her, and as he had said to Draco, it would be rape since she was not in full control of herself.

He pressed a soft kiss against her inner thigh and rose to his feet, wiping his hand on his trousers so he would not get his fluids on her skin, and turned her so she was lying more comfortably. Her faint had already turned into a deep sleep, and she snuggled into his pillow. Looking at her, Snape’s face held a smile so tender that it would have shocked the students who went in fear of him. She really is perfect, he thought. He felt a stirring in his spent manhood and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Just looking at a naked woman had never been enough to arouse him, but somehow Hermione was different. Perhaps it was her almost total innocence, perhaps simply the fact that she had needed him. No woman had ever really needed him before. She will be a lovely bride. The thought sent a bolt of jealousy through him. Though she had experienced her first orgasms with him, Weasley would be the one to deflower her. And why does it matter? It doesn’t matter, Severus! Oh, but that was a lie. It did matter. He had never felt so possessive and, well, he may as well face it, protective of any woman before. He admitted to himself that the habit of disliking Hermione had long since replaced dislike itself…just as he had kept seeing her as a little girl until tonight.

She should be mine, he thought sorrowfully. But then life had never been kind or fair to Severus Snape.

He went into the bathroom to wash his hands and face, and to take off the ruined trousers. Naked, he came back into the bedroom with a basin of water and a soft cloth. Gently, so as not to disturb Hermione’s slumber, he cleaned her tear-stained face, and then washed her juices from between her legs. She barely stirred, evidence that the aphrodisiac’s effects had mostly worn off. After disposing of the water in the bathroom, he came back out and simply gazed at her for a moment or two. He should sleep in the chair, he knew. But he would not. Fate…in the person of Draco Malfoy…had given him this woman for one night. He would spend what was left of it next to her.

He glanced at the bureau where his nightshirt lay neatly folded. He rarely bothered with the thing anyway, why should he tonight simply because there was a mostly innocent angel in his bed? He pulled back the covers and crawled into bed, pulling them back up over both of them. He was careful not to touch her, but as he lay back Hermione rolled over and cuddled next to him, her arm resting on his chest. It was almost as if she, too, wanted to prolong their time together. Severus could do nothing but take her in his arms and delight in the feel of her bare skin against his. His penis stirred again at the sensation, but he was suddenly too exhausted to worry overmuch about it. Placing a secret kiss on her lips, he fell asleep.

She should be mine, was his last waking thought.