The Reluctant Detectives

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Chapter Seven


“I think you are making a mistake by leaving,” Hermione said as she watched Severus packing his bags.


It had come out during the interview that it might be possible that the student could have been used to get at Severus in order to get him out of the work he was doing on the investigation. He had not taken this news well at all. Neither had Hermione, but she was struggling to keep a clear mind.


He stopped what he was doing and glared at her as he snarled, “I refuse to allow my students to be used to get to me!”


She nodded, going over to him and placed what she hoped to be a comforting hand at his back as she murmured, “I didn’t mean to sound as if that were the case. I meant we shouldn’t leave the castle. The school is one of the best secured places in England.”


“True,” he replied. “But someone still managed to discover a way to either find out my password or broke my very fortified wards, either one of which leaves me feeling quite ill.”


“Water moves through the path of least resistance,” Hermione murmured.


“And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, moving her aside to start packing again.


“That chances are that your wards weren’t broken, but rather that someone found out your password. It’s easily attained. All it takes is someone overhearing it and knowing your patterns.”


“Really? And how did you determine that they did it, Miss Granger? Did they have a fly on the wall?” he asked sarcastically.


Thinking it over she murmured, “That just might be it.”


“What? Are you certain you weren’t hit with something on your head during that bombing? True, your hair would have cushioned any blow, but still…”


Her eyes narrowed on him as she snapped, “Listen, you arse, my hair though billowy and out of control isn’t up for debate at the moment! So stick that mountain you call a nose back into your suitcase for all I care while I go see if I was correct in my assessment.”


Nostrils flaring he charged after her in order to give her a piece of his mind when he found her staring at something in her hand as she stood just outside of the entrance way of his private rooms. He went to take a closer look and was shocked to see a very small, clearly muggle electronic device in her fingers.


“What pray tell is that?” he asked, bending over to take a closer look.


“That, sir, is what the muggles refer to as a bug,” she said quietly. “It’s used to overhear and record conversations…” Sparks flared out from it, causing her to yelp in pain as she dropped it to blow at her fingertips.


He caught her hands, looking down at the developing blisters that must have been very painful. Severus pulled her along to his small private potions lab, ignoring her tear filled sniffles as well as her quiet hiccupping sobs. He took out a small jar of burn salve and rubbed tiny amounts of the concentrated gel to her burns. The burns healed immediately.


Hermione let out a sigh of relief, murmuring, “Thank you, Professor. That was very kind of you to do.”


“Think nothing of it,” he told her. “I did it to avoid your tears.”


Blushing she asked him, “Why do you have to be such an irritating ass?”


“I don’t know. Why do you have to be an insufferable know it all?” he shot back, both of them now nose to nose and ready to breathe fire.


They tackled each other. They captured each other’s mouths with a force that was rough enough to leave bruises, devouring and all consuming as they went. Not that either of them noticed, as they were too busy at the time to care. Hermione felt her shirt rent under his tearing hands even as she was doing her best to do the same to his.


“Minx,” he growled, leaning down and capturing one large firm nipple into his hungry mouth.


“I want you naked!” she snapped, frustrated with her total failure to get him stripped. “Now!”


A spell later and they were both nude. Severus pressed Hermione face first into the bedding as two fingers pressed into her tight, wet heat. She let out a long moan as he began working them back and forth, unable to do more than widened her thighs for better access. Her spine arched as she tried as she might to move closer to him. She heard his evil chuckle as he spun her around to her back, kissing her hungrily again.


“Are you protected?”


“What?” she asked, totally ill prepared for any question. “For what?”


“Birth control,” he said, now laughing.


“No, I’m not,” she told him. “Is that a problem?”


He let out a heavy sigh, letting his head fall onto her breasts. Absently he nipped at them muttering, “Yes, it is. Are you apposed to oral sex?”


“No,” she sighed. “As I’ve never had it before, I wouldn’t know what to protest against. But I’m willing if you reciprocate.”


“If there is one thing I love more than lush, full, firm breasts, it’s a sweet pussy,” he breathed, kissing his way down to her belly button. “Oh lovely, you have a little happy trail.” Hermione’s fingers combed through his hair, clutching his head all the more to her body as she wrapped her legs as best as she could around him.


He paused at the feel of her heels on his back, looking at her whiskey colored eyes that were half shut as she was panting. She let out a startled squeak, as his fingers tugged at her pubic hair.


“Keep your eyes open,” he growled. “Keep looking into my eyes. Do not dare look away from me.”


She watched as his fingers pushed her labia open, stroking the interior gently as he studied her hardened clit. Casually, he pet her aroused flesh with his index finger.


“Just what would you do to have me lick at this gem?” he asked her, his voice arousing her all the more even as he was irritating her with the question.


That was enough for Hermione. She flipped him onto his back, straddled his belly growling, “You talk too much! Shut up, eat me, and cum!” With that she spun around and planted her pussy right onto his mouth.


Hermione licked her lips as she looked down at his raging erection. He was, for the lack of a better term, meaty. Long and thick, it was drooling precum as his mouth ate at her sex greedily. She rode his mouth, fucking it as she went about lowering herself and licking at his erection before slowly taking it into her mouth with a suction force that had Severus jolting beneath her. She worked it like she had seen in all the sex books she had ever read. This included a few gay men’s guides to fellatio. Her reasoning behind reading them being that if there was any group on the planet that knew what was good as far as sucking a cock was concerned, it would be a gay man.


What she couldn’t suck into her mouth, she stroked with her hand speeding up as soon as she felt the urgency of her own climax coming closer and closer. Hermione climaxed hard, lifting her mouth off of him but kept moving her hand over his rod until hot ropes of cum flew over her breasts.


Gasping she fell beside him, feeling him nipping at her inner thigh and pushed her leg aside. Panting he said, “I…thought…you’d…never done this…before?”


“I read,” she said between gasps. “A lot.”


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