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

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 67 ~ A Few Fingers on the Pulse

Severus stalked into his bedroom, pulling Hermione behind him. He swung her around, the witch stumbling a little as she caught her balance. The wizard pulled her against him.

“Severus, there’s no need…” she began, frowning up at him.

“Don’t presume to tell me what my need is, Hermione,” the wizard hissed at her, “I’ve missed you more than I can tell you. Watching you walk through the halls of Hogwarts treating me as if I didn’t exist was torture. Pure torture. You have no idea what you put me through.”

Hermione stared up at him, not knowing what to say.

“You belong with me…to me,” the wizard said, his voice sounding strained, “I…I no longer feel whole without you. I no longer feel…”

Severus tightened his arms around Hermione and fell silent. She could feel the beating of his strong heart as he just held her. Suddenly, he shuddered powerfully.

“What have you done to me, witch?” Severus breathed, pulling Hermione back from him and looking down at her, “What kind of bewitchment have you cast on me?”

“I’ve…I’ve never cast any…” Hermione began.

“No, not a true hex, Hermione…though sometimes gods know I feel as if I am under a spell when it comes to you. Your bewitchment is something beyond magic. Something deeper, more powerful…addictive,” the wizard said soberly. “It has the power to draw emotions out of me I never believed I had. Without you, I would fall back in upon myself, Hermione and I know if that ever happened, I would never rise again.”

Hermione stared up at him, unable to speak as she saw love in the wizard’s eyes. Severus began to lower his head to kiss her…then hesitated as if catching himself. Suddenly he released her, his nostrils flared as he reclaimed himself.

“Now that I have been driven by your absence to the point of near madness, evidenced by my spouting such a nauseatingly sweet homily concerning my weakness for you witch, I feel it is your turn to display just how sorry you are for your mistreatment of me. Something rather…sour and raw…to offset my own outpouring of…fluff,” Severus said, his face twisted as if he had tasted something very disagreeable to him.

The only reason Hermione didn’t smile was because she knew Severus wouldn’t take it very well. He was trying to revert back to form, to reassert his usual snarky demeanor. Well, he might look and sound the part, but the witch knew that underneath all of his bluster, the wizard was irrevocably in love with her and had just expressed that love from his heart, no matter how hard he was trying to backpedal now.

“Something…sour? Raw?” she repeatedly huskily, her love for the wizard boiling over as she looked up at him.

Severus saw that familiar fire in her eyes. She was willing, more than willing to accommodate him.

”Yes, witch,” he said, watching as Hermione hands moved to the tied sash of his house robe and began to undo it.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Hermione purred.

She had missed the wizard even when she was angry with him, and she wanted to make him wild for her, especially after the way he had opened up to her. She untied the sash, letting it drop and parted his robe. Severus’ cock sprung out, long, pale and hard as if it had been on a spring. It bounced a bit.

Hermione giggled. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t know the wizard had been naked under his house robe. Obviously, he expected her back…and on her back without much difficulty.

“You certainly believe in being prepared, Severus,” she said.

The wizard snorted, poking her in the stomach with his cock impatiently.

”I’ve been prepared since last week,” he said darkly, “My patience is wearing thin, witch. Get naked.”

Hermione started unbuttoning her robes, then hesitated…looking up at Severus.

“You were wrong about Volaria too,” Hermione said evenly, “I should get an apology for that.”

Severus gave her a black scowl.

”I was not wrong about the witch. I said that she should be confined and watched until we could be sure about her motives, which she was,” the Potions Master replied. “I was cautious, not manipulated and fooled as you and Albus were. I wasn’t going to unleash a monster on the wizarding world.”

Hermione thought he looked a bit smug.

”Besides, you didn’t listen to the witch at all, Hermione. You said you trusted Miss Ruddle, but wouldn’t listen to what she said about her brother. I didn’t trust her, but I did listen to her and by doing that, discovered that her motives were indeed good and the witch earned my trust. I have no need to apologize to either you or the witch…but you…you do. You wanted her punished for what she did without caring as to why she did it, Hermione. Now you’ve seen the pensieve, seen what transpired between Miss Ruddle and her brother. It was just as she tried to tell you. If anyone should go to Miss Ruddle and admit being wrong, it’s you.”

Hermione dropped her head for a moment. Severus was right. Hermione had seen Volaria several times during the week and walked by her without saying a word, ignoring the little blonde witch’s crestfallen face. Volaria looked up to Hermione and was quite sad that the witch no longer liked her. But she did what she had to do.

Maybe one day Hermione would understand that.

That day came sooner than expected.

“You’re right Severus,” Hermione said in a low voice, “I do need to apologize to Volaria.”

Severus nodded, then said, “Yes you do.witch, but one apology at a time. Right now I should be your focus.”

He poked her with his cock again for emphasis.

Hermione looked at him.

”I’ll be right back,” she said, walking toward the bathroom.

Severus frowned, then plopped down on the edge of the bed, watching her enter the bathroom. He heard her open his medicinal stores.

Hm. What was she doing?

Presently Hermione came out and looked at Severus sitting on the edge of the bed, his robe open, legs gapped and his slightly deflated erection sticking out. She had something in her hands. Two bottles. One was a colonic.

The other was oil.

Severus eyed the items as she sat them on the nightstand and his erection began to inflate again, going rigid, the foreskin seeming to slide back as he lengthened. He didn’t say a word as he watched Hermione removed her clothing slowly in front of him, letting her robes dropped to the floor, pulling both her t-shirt and bra over her head, then unfastening her jeans, toeing off her trainers and socks, then lowering both jeans and knickers, stepping out of them and kicking everything out of the way.

Severus’ eyes slowly traversed her body, starting on her face, which had a naughty expression on it, then over her neck, soft shoulders, large breasts, small waist, ample hips and juicy thighs. His gaze rested on the little furry triangle between her legs for a moment, then shifted back to her face, one pale hand going to his cock reflexively.

Hermione picked up the bottle of oil, opened it and let several drops fall on her upper chest, Severus’ eyebrows arching in surprise before his eyes narrowed as the witch put the bottle back and smoothed the oil over her breasts so they glistened in the torchlight.

Severus made a sound in the back of his throat as her firm globes glistened, then licked his lips. Now this was new. He watched Hermione oil up her entire body until it gleamed. It was all he could do to stay seated when she turned around and rubbed the oil all over her plump buttocks, lifting each cheek and spreading oil in the cleft between them liberally.

“You’re going to have a problem holding on to me,” she said to him softly.

“I’ll manage,” he growled as she finally set the bottle of oil down, then picked up the colonic, opening it. Severus loved when Hermione’s body was slick with sweat and his hands slipped over her curves as he grasped and caressed her.

The wizard watched as the witch drank the colonic down, her eyes going half-lidded at the pleasurable foaming sensation it caused inside her as it cleansed her. She set the bottle down and Severus was on his feet in an instant, ready to grab her.

”No, not yet, Severus…just another moment,” she said to the wizard, whose face contorted for a second before he sat back down on the very edge of the bed this time.

Hermione then picked up the bottle of oil, turned around and widened her stance so Severus could see what she was doing clearly. Hermione poured the oil so it slid slowly between her cheeks, pulling one buttock away so the Potions Master could see it roll over her puckerhole and her vulva. She put the oil back on the nightstand.

Severus hissed as Hermione inserted a finger into her ass to lubricate herself.

“You dirty little witch,” Severus breathed, his nostrils flaring as Hermione penetrated herself with yet another finger, sighing as she thrust her small oil-covered digits in and out, stretching the tiny opening.

The witch had never done this before and the wizard belly was tight with lust and arousal. This was so different…so un-Hermione-like. Well, he wanted something sour and raw…it didn’t necessarily mean something she had to do to him.

He liked this. He liked this very much.

“Another finger, witch,” he hissed at her, openly masturbating now as he watched her shining ass wriggle, Hermione moaning softly and letting out a groan as she slipped another finger inside herself. Severus reached for the oil, his eyes locked to Hermione’s thrusting fingers, then leaned forward, pouring more oil down her crack, his dark eyes glistening as her flesh puckered and tightened around her fingers. He watched for a moment then asked her with a slight crack in his voice, “Can you do four fingers, Hermione?”

Yes she could. She took Severus after all.

Hermione heard the Potions Master make a choked sound as she pushed a fourth finger into her ass, her rectum stretched enormously as she thrust, sounding as if she were being fucked.

“Dear gods,” Severus muttered, his cock throbbing as he watched the witch work her hand between her slick cheeks, “You are beyond desirable, Hermione. Look at that asshole stretch…Merlin….Merlin I want it wrapped around my cock.”

Hermione wanted to bring him to the edge…and she was succeeding. Wanting to top it off, Hermione squatted, and placed one hand on the floor to keep her balance then raised her ass in the air. Severus’ mouth dropped open as she inserted her thumb as well, all five fingers thrusting in and out of her tight, ready hole.

The wizard hissed and grasped the head of his cock with some pressure, trying to keep from coming because of the erotic sight before him. He groaned, then leapt to his feet, striding over to Hermione, gripping her slippery waist with one hand and pressing his the head of his cock between her cheeks, releasing hot come over her thrusting fingers, gasping with each delicious pulse, watching as his seed coated her hand, adding lubrication as she worked it into her asshole.

”You twisted little sexpot,” he groaned, running the head of his deflating cock between her cheeks as Hermione shuddered and had an orgasm of her own, her hand dropping away. When Severus realized she came, the wizard dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her core, drinking in her release and tasting his own as he swallowed it down thirstily, Hermione gasping with pleasure as his talented tongue collected every drop, her pussy shuddering around it.

After a minute or two, he pulled away, rising and licking his lips. Hermione turned to face him, her eyes hot and face flushed.

”Was that sour and raw enough for you?” she asked him softly.

Severus grabbed her and kissed her hungrily, passing the taste of their mingled fluid to her mouth, then lifting her and carrying the slick oily witch to his bed. His sheets were going to be a mess, but who cared? He dropped her in and roughly pulled her downward, then climbed in and straddled her belly, his deflated cock resting between her breasts for a moment.

”Quite raw,” he said, his breathing heavy as he looked down at her glistening breasts. He ran his hands over their slickness, squeezing them appreciatively, flicking his thumbs over the puckered nipples, Hermione biting her lip with pleasure as he fondled her, then pushed her breasts together over his long, lank organ.

“I love the oil,” he breathed, smoothing her skin as he thrust lightly, her firm flesh caressing his cock. He felt it throb in reaction. Then he hitched forward, catching hold of the headboard with one hand and letting the head of his flaccid cock rest against Hermione’s lips.

”Suck me back to full swell,” he demanded, “I don’t want to want any longer than necessary to get at that ass. Gods, you are something, witch. Take my cock into your mouth.”

Hermione opened her mouth and felt Severus’ soft cock enter it. It felt a bit strange. She was used to him stiff and hard when she did this, but immediately felt a pulse as her lips closed over him and she sucked, the wizard groaning as her hot mouth pulled at his soft flesh. He throbbed again.

It wouldn’t be soft much longer.

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A/N: Ooh…naughty, naughty Hermione. You know how to turn your man on, don’t you? Lol. What a day babysitting. You’d think the grands were all on speed. :::shaking head::: Anyway, thanks for reading.