The Storm

A/N at bottom


Chapter Seven

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Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat. Whenever he took that demanding, controlling tone with her, it transported her back to being a scared student sitting in his classroom, terrified that he would invade her mind and learn about the growing crush she had on him. She remembered sitting in that dark, stuffy dungeon and fantasizing about what this would feel like and now she was here. She was naked, standing before her former Professor, and all he wanted was for her to crawl across his floor and suck him down.

She shivered.

She traced her lips with her tongue and slowly sank down to her knees. There was a tightening deep in her body that she was beginning to associate with her dark lovers, that indescribable feeling that meant sex was in the air.

The crawl to him felt longer then it was, and Hermione was painfully aware of how her arousal dripped down her thighs. She wanted this. Once she reached him, she grabbed onto the fabric of his black pants and pulled herself up, kneeling in front of him and resting her weight on her legs. She could feel her own wetness against her calves, her throbbing center rubbing against her smooth skin.

Severus stared down at her, his sneering face filled with desire. His black eyes bore into hers, lust written plainly across his face. He was painfully hard now, his cock straining against the unrelenting fabric of his trousers.

“Well? Get to it, witch,” his gravelly voice came out low and husked, causing the hair on the back of Hermione’s neck to stand at attention.

Her fingers danced up the cloth until the reached his thighs, and then she slowly dragged her fingertips over the bulge in his trousers. He sucked in a sharp hiss, a slight intake of breath that made her know she was doing something right. Her fingers crept to the button at his waistband when he violently grasped both wrists in the same hand, applying enough pressure to hurt the tender skin around her wrists. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, his hands squeezing once more.

“With your teeth.”

Severus smirked as her eyes widened even further. He was certain her eyes would fall out if she kept looking at him like that. There was an uncertainty in her eyes that turned him on. He knew that, given the trust she had shown in him before, she would grab the metal tab of his zipper between her teeth, and slowly pull it down over his throbbing erection. Seeing her fight the battle between regaining her independence by not obeying him and giving into his every desire was arousing him. He watched determination filter through her eyes, that infamous Gryffindor pride flair up before she darted forward and buried her face in his groin.

He moaned as she rubbed her face against his hardness, his cock twitching against her face, the heavy cloth of his trousers being their only barrier. She could feel the throbbing of him against her face and she longed to release him, to take his long, heavy manhood down her throat. There was fear, doubt in the back of her mind, that she would try to release from his confines but be too clumsy or inexperienced and end up catching him in the metal teeth of his zipper. She tried to push back that thought and opened her mouth, grasping the metal tab between her teeth and rolling her eyes up to drink in his face.

He eyes had narrowed down into mere pinpricks, his heavy brow furrowed as he stared at her. She knew what he wanted and she slowly worked her teeth and lips over and down the small tab, the tang of metal hitting her tongue. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste, tasting of copper pennies, just a different taste.

The slow, soft sound of unzipping metal rang through the room, the only audible noise. Severus had nearly stopped breathing, because he, too, was worried about being caught in his zip. He knew, though, that if anyone could master this, Hermione could.

Slowly, gently, the deed was done and there he was, thick and heavy, resting against her cheek. He had gone without underwear today and the feel of that hard velvet skin against her face nearly down her crazy. She turned her head and in one swift movement swallowed that pulsing length of flesh down her throat.

“Fuck. Oh Merlin pet.” He instantly threw his head back, fingers digging into the mess of brown curls on top of her head. He tightened his fingers as Hermione began to hum in pleasure, her throat closing around the tip of his cock. He hissed once more and drew her back, his cock making a wet, popping noise as it slid out of her mouth. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and she daintily wiped it away, looking at him with her eyebrow raised in question. He raised his own back, and then flung his arms around the back of the couch. “Suck me. Show me how much you love my cock, pet. Suck it like you love it.”

A heated glance passed between them before she dipped her head back down, her tongue flicking out to lick just the tip of his engorged head. She ran her tongue in circles around the crown of his head, before making a point of the tip of her tongue and dipping it into the slit of his head. He hissed and closed his eyes, his stomach muscles clenching as pleasure raced through his body. She reveled in the pleasure she could give him, grabbing the base of his cock and sucking on his tip before pumping her hand and mouth in tandem, squeezing every time she got to his tip.

“Like that, pet. Just like that.” His encouragement made her pump harder, faster, and his hips jerked off the couch. She continued to pump him before suddenly removing her hand and taking him completely in her mouth again. He moaned loudly at the sudden change in pressure, his back arching and fingers digging into the fabric of the couch. She rolled hers eyes up and watched his face, watched the look of pleasure that covered his visage, sweat dripping down the sides of his sallow skin. His hair hung in damp clumps on either side of his face, his lips slightly parted as he drew in deep breaths.

“Merlin, witch, you know how to suck,” he managed to rasp out, before moaning as she took him as low and deep as she could, grabbing the base of his cock once more. She could feel that fine trembling starting in his body, that shaking that foretold a man’s pleasure was upon him. He reached forward all of a sudden and grabbed her head, pushing her away from him, the momentum of his shove knocking her to the ground.

He was on her in a second, his lips finding her right nipple as his hand snaked down to her opening. Her body arched off the floor as he flicked her clit, an electric buzz of pleasure flitting through her body. She was so wet, his fingers covered in her dripping arousal without even sticking them inside her. He knew she had been aroused from the moment she had started to strip, being able to smell that sweet aroma that only she possessed, but he wanted to believe that having him invade her throat was a trigger for her, something that made her hot and aching to be fucked.

“You’re so wet for me witch. So wet and wanton. I bet you’ve been wet since you stepped in this room, wanting me to pound into you so hard and fast.” He started to rub her harder and fasted, her eyes scrunching tighter in pleasure. “Haven’t you, witch? Look at me when I fuck you!”

Her eyes fluttered open and he grinned. Her eyes were murky, hazy with lust, the amber nearly glowing with desire. Her face was becoming flushed and he knew she was getting close. He dipped his head down and took her turgid nipple between his teeth, pulling on the hard flesh. She watched him rolling that nipple between his teeth, crying out as his dark eyes rolled up to hers. He increased the pressure on her clit, willing her with his eyes to come apart in his hands.

She felt that telltale tightening in her own body now and knew what was coming. She arched up into him, her body straining against the pleasure that was about to break over them.

“Come for me, pet,” he whispered against her breasts, flicking his tongue out against the sensitive flesh.

That did it. “Severus.” She moaned, her voice rough and low, digging her nails into his back as she came. He growled and removed his fingers, shoving his cock into her mid-orgasm. She screamed this time, his hard cock pumping into her as she came around him, her pussy clenching down on the hard flesh invading her. Her back arched sharply off the carpet, dragging her nipple against his chest, and then she crashed back to earth.

Severus, however, was not finished with her by any means.

He continued to pound into her wet opening, growling at the dazed look on her face. He had put that look there and given her her pleasure. Not Lucius, not Viktor, and certainly not that man-boy Weasely. He was the one that had given her that high, that all consuming satisfaction.

He grabbed her shoulders and began to pull her down into him, making his thrusts as sharp as he could as he made her body collide with his. Sweat dripped off his face and down onto hers but he didn’t care. It seemed to wake her up though and she blinked up at him.

“I did tell you to look at me when I fuck you. I think I’ve been rather polite up until now.” Each word was growled out menacingly, with a punctuating thrust to accompany them.

“Sev . . . Severus,” she groaned out, having to swallow before she could fully say his name. She had to admit that he was taking her to a place she hadn’t been to before, a newer level of pleasure then she had experienced. She thought that nothing could have outdone last night, with her two dark wizards sharing her body, but something about Severus putting all of his energy into this, into her, was making her head spin.

He was a magnificent lover, and she knew that she was losing herself to him, all thoughts and concerns of what Ron would say disappearing from her mind.

“Yes, pet. It’s just me that makes you feel this way. I’m the only one that can make you feel this way.” He pushed further and harder into her. “Only. Me.”

She was lost then. She was aware of him continuing to pound into her, and then was aware of him grabbing her shoulders and flipping her onto her front, wrapping an arm around her midsection and roughly pulling her to her hands and knees. She was aware that she screamed when he slammed back into her, little whimpering sounds escaping her mouth every time he pushed that thick cock of his inside of her, every time he rocked against her flesh and the sound of their slapping bodies reverberated around the room.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, gripping onto her flesh and pulling her body back into his, much like he had done before. He began slapping her ass with his other hand.

Hermione was dimly aware of the stinging sensations that her ass was receiving, but she was so far gone that she could barely process what was happening.

Severus looked down at his handiwork and grinned again. Her ass looked so good with the imprints of his hand on it, the pink shapes arousing him and spurring him on further. He wrapped the hand that was on her shoulder in her hair and pulled her head back, fucking her as hard as he could.

He suddenly buried himself to the hilt inside of her, his body shaking forcefully as he spurted his seed deep inside her, his release coming upon him in a blinding rush. He bellowed out as the pleasure raced through his body, his face going slack and his head falling back. The tension rushed out of his body and he twitched, then fell to the side of her body. Hermione collapsed as well, her sweaty body limply falling onto the carpet.

They passed out without saying a word to each.

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Lucius roamed through Grimmauld Place with a scowl on his face. He couldn’t find Hermione or Severus for the life of him. He needed to talk to Severus desperately and finding Hermione, well, that was fast becoming a bonus for him.

Immediately following Narcissa’s death, he had fallen into a depression, finally shaking out of it when Severus had offered him a place in his bed once more. He began to fuck almost whichever Pureblood witch crossed his path, always being conscience to make sure they couldn’t get a bastard from him. He allowed himself to be taken advantage of after the death of his wife and it soon began to wear on him. He stopped fucking around when Severus pointed out, not to kindly, that he was getting a certain reputation in the Pureblood and Death Eater circles and so he had stopped.

His image was important, after all.

He began to find himself only having sex with Severus and, even though that was amazing and filled something inside of him, he needed more. He needed the warm, slick channel of a witch to bury himself inside of, the feel of her tongue and the look in her eyes as she swallowed him down.

Hermione had awoken something inside of him that he almost didn’t want to explore. But it was there and he would be foolish not to use it, to press his advantage with it.

He had walked into the drawing room with the window he had fucked Hermione against and paused, taking in the scene before him. Potter and Weasely were playing chess right below the window were they had fucked, sitting on the floor that they actually had fucked on. He had to stifle a laugh when he thought about the look on their faces if they only knew what had happened there.

“Have you seen Miss Granger or Professor Snape?” Lucius asked, not daring to venture further in the room then the doorway.

The two men looked up at him with scowls of their own, clearly not happy with his presence in Harry’s home. They would have to deal with it because he had delivered invaluable information to them, even if they would never admit it.

“Actually, she was in the kitchen last I saw her.” Potter offered, only to be followed by Weasely snorting.

“Yes, Mr. Weasely?”

Ron looked at Lucius and sighed. “Then Snape came in and argued with her, causing her to rush out after him.”

Lucius schooled his face in a blank, unexpressive look but inside he was fuming. “Can you recall what they argued about or is that to tall an order for your brain to handle, Mr. Weasely?"

Ron jumped up from his seat, upsetting some of the chess pieces. “Why don’t you go back to your Manor and leave those of us who actually fight against Voldemort alone.”

A headache was forming somewhere behind Lucius’ right eye. He really did not need this right now. “You may not agree with my being here, Mr. Weasely, but I have served a purpose and you both are aware of it. Now, do you know where I may find either Professor Snape or Miss Granger?”
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Ron hung his head, while Harry remained surprisingly silent. “He said something about not leaving her personal possessions around and then stormed off, after dropping her wand on the ground. He seemed really mad about it, but I don’t know why he would be.”

Lucius sighed inwardly. “Thank you for your cooperation.” He turned and hurried from the room, knowing where he would find them.

“Shit.”


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A/N: So here is the next chapter. Sorry for the wait. There is an issue I wanted to address that a reviewer brought up (and this can be for anyone who doesn't like the delays in my postings)and so here it is.

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