Thank you, Miss Granger

Thank you, Miss Granger
Disclaimer : See first chapter

Many thanks to Corazon for the beta-reading!



Chapter Eight: Intercourse and consequences

(Part 1: Hermione)

The dungeon was so quiet she could hear him breathing.

He was completely absorbed by his mission, which seemed to be to detect as many sensitive spots as he could on her breasts. He was not too bad at it, she acknowledged. Some boys were obviously more gifted than others. She relied on the table behind her to straighten her position, closed her eyes and enjoyed.

That\'s how it should be, she thought, that\'s how it should be every time.

As her body had become the point of focus, she felt like relaxing for the first time since the beginning of the mission. She felt peaceful and the part of her brain that was very fond of thinking in any situation resumed the reflection about the sample. According to Snape Sr., it was good for the dustbin, her teachers, however, did not agree with him since they had sent her here. What could she deduce from that piece of information?

The fact that the sample had been created accidentally made it quite difficult to reproduce. There were not so many samples of the Medela with somebody’s tears and blood mixed in it. Not somebody, she corrected, Miss Vance’s tears and blood. She felt familiar with the name although she did not recall why. She then left that piece of information aside and came back to the discussion between the father and the son. She could almost hear the voice of the cruel Potions Master again.

\'A tear is salty water, nothing more.\'

But the teenage boy who had displayed no reaction in front of his father had another opinion on the subject. What it was she could only guess. She had reached the limits of her knowledge in the complex art of Potions. It was unpleasant and frustrating. She sighed and tried to focus her mind on the data she had. For some reason, she felt compelled to find the answer. No intellectual problem had ever brought such lively feelings through her brain. She was as tensed as an arc: pure intellect. Severus’ tongue was still playing with a sensitive spot next to her throat, but she did not feel it. Or maybe she did, without being aware of it.

Had she not been lost in thoughts, the teasing would have turned her manic. It was very sweet and at the same time so precise and piercing it was almost painful. She had experienced this kind of pain one summer afternoon, trying to make herself come once, twice, three times without success. The sexual tension was making the rest of the world meaningless.

Her body was shivering and moaning while she coldly considered the ingredients of the Medela one more time. She knew them and she knew about the possible combinations that could occur. However, this time, the mix had been so perfect, so powerful, that the faked power of healing of the Medela had become real. As she came to that conclusion, she also realized her sex was becoming wet.

Coming back to the present time, she acquired the awareness of portions of her body she had given no thoughts before. Actually, she could not recall other feelings from her breasts than pain, when Viktor was crushing them.

\'They are sensitive,\' she remembered claiming. \'Could you, please, stop treating them like mashed potatoes?\'

Why, on hell, had she chosen to go out with a Quidditch champion? That was definitely one of her most stupid ideas. During her two years with Viktor, she had never experienced anything like the sensation she was going through now. She felt thrilled, melting into her own desire as the boy’s mouth sucked greedily one of her breasts. She felt alive, each sensation flashing from her skin to her over-exited brain.

Had she opened her eyes during this scene, she would have seen the mix of excitation and concentration on the boy’s face. His movements were still a bit rigid and uneasy but he was exploring this new territory with the same determination he would have shown in front of a very powerful enemy. Pressing here and there, fondling, cupping, each pressure bringing various responses, sometimes no responses at all and he would move on. It was almost as if he knew what he had to do. Thanks to his Legilimency skills, the girl’s feelings seemed so real, so much part of himself, he had the impression he was masturbating in an indirect way.

The tension had grown as he had abandoned the top of her nipples to gently bite her neck. She gave a cry of surprise. The feeling was so violent he suddenly backed, not knowing anymore who he was and what he was doing, but she grabbed his head and brought him back to her. It was a curious sensation, certainly not the one he had expected for his first experience. He felt like an object, a recipient. The pleasure running through the girl’s body was easy to perceive but he knew it was only the shadow of what she was experiencing. Legilimency could give hints of a person’s feelings, but it was never the complete picture, just a blurred and pale copy.

Somewhere, a spared part of Hermione\'s brain displayed the scene she had witnessed through the keyhole in fast motion: the Potions Master, Miss Vance, the mouse… threats, blood, tears, fear, pain. The boy\'s tongue was now running on her throat, close to her ears. Hermione found herself grasping fiercely at the table, trying to prevent herself from falling over. Her sensitivity had reached such a peak she had the impression each pressure sent sparks through her chest.

He started to bite again with more ferocity, stopping on the edge, when the sensation was violent, hardly standable. Hermione\'s body arched with tension. She remained in that position, breathing heavily and he smiled. He stayed motionless as her moaning became more and more urging.

Hermione felt lost, as if she was trying to get over a mental wall, a mental block. She was getting mad with frustration. She wanted something she could not name. All the reflections and analysing that were part of herself had vanished. She opened her eyes and saw him. He had purposely stopped, as if to challenge her.

She boldly took his hand and stuck it between her tights. He remained still for a short moment and started searching through her clothes to reach her body. Then, she felt his fingers on her naked skin. He went further and further down. It was almost as if he would never reach his destination and she pushed him to her panties, inside her panties. Everything seemed to make sense now. All these raw emotions and the green muddy potion, Severus’ touch on her skin, the cut healed, the miracle, and then there was light.

Feeling, she thought, that was the answer.

What had fallen in the potion was not only \'salty water,\' it was a complex mixture of human feelings. Feelings like the vivid sensations overwheg heg her as she rocked back and forth. She didn’t feel the headache, didn’t feel the exhaustion anymore, while pleasure ran through her veins. Severus was covering her sex, fondling, exploring, exactly like he had done with her breasts. And she knew it was right because she wanted more. She felt good, she felt cured although she did not recall being hurt. It was so easy to let it go this time... She felt tears in her eyes. And relief.

Suddenly, without a warning, violence overwhelmed pleasure. As he urgently tried to introduce a finger in her sex, she had a moment of panic and rejection.

She pushed him away before she could realize what she was doing. He looked at her, astonished, as they broke their embrace.


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There was another long moment of silence. She felt the cold air of the dungeon on the naked part of her skin. She then said something very stupid.

\'That’s not how we should have started.\'

He raised an eyebrow and sucked pensively his finger, hardly refraining a smile.

\'Really? Shall I assume you have changed your mind since the last few minutes.\'

\'It’s all your fault,\' she added in a completely unfair way, \'you’re the one who proposed to start with my breasts.\'

She felt furious, but did not know if it was against him, or herself, or both.

\'It seemed like a nice place to start from my ignorant point of view. I am, as you stated, not very experienced with women, and assumed you had agreed, as you gave me permission to do so.\'

\'I didn’t think you would abuse my...\' she could not find the appropriate word.

\'Your generosity?\' he proposed.

\'My offer.\'

She sighed with resentment, which brought her another amused look.

\'Please, consider this rude behaviour as a consequence of my deep ignorance in that matter, and harbour no hard feelings against me.\'

She putted dubiously. It was unpleasant enough to be in this kind of situation, why did it have to happen with this boy and in this context? She felt humiliated and hurt. Nothing could get worst. His next sentence proved it could.

\'Are you sure you’re not a virgin?\' he asked.

Her cheeks turned red.

\'What the hell are talking about? Of course, I’m sure!\'

He looked at her with attention before answering in his usual soft, polite and caressing voice.

\'The fact is, you don’t seem to be very comfortable with your own desires.\'

She was so furious she lost any sense of control over her emotions and for the first time, she saw him twist his lips in a bitter way, as if he regretted speaking his mind aloud. She realized she had held her hand up, as if to slap him. She could identify the feeling in his dark eyes so easily: fear. She froze.

She was the one who was supposed to be experienced, and being in charge – for what it meant – gave her no right to hurt him. It was so weird to realize how much fear was hidden behind his self-confidence. She let her arm fall on her side and sighed.

\'You\'re kinda upsetting sometimes, you know that?\'

The putting and the frown were soon rewarded by a shy smile.

\"I could pay you back the same compliment\".


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He was no famous Quidditch champion, nor good-looking, but he had touched her like nobody before. She realized no matter how many books she had read on a subject, she may not be ready for it. Books had an incredible power, because knowledge was power, she knew that since she was very little. On sex, however, she had read all the books she could find, from physical studies to chemical interactions, from the list of sensitive spots on men\'s skin to karma-sutra, she knew so many positions, so many special massages, and she could spell \'orgasm\' in fifty languages, but she had never experienced any.

Now, she was aware of her own body like she had never been before. It was not only its functionality or state, but the very waves of energy from her neck, the pulse of her heart. She felt more alive than ever.

Somehow, she had been given a previous lesson today, and she felt in debt with him. She wanted to know more about these feelings, she wanted to awake the same feelings in his body he had provoked in her. It was possible, she knew it. The male body had quite a basic functioning and she could do as well as him, maybe better. The competitive girl in her woke up with a roaring.

She wanted to have him at her mercy like he had had her. At some point, she had realized her arousing was so violent and so strong he could have nearly done everything with her, if her own little wound had not awaken and protected her, in an undesired but efficient way. How would this have ended if it had not been for this unexpected rejection? She would have lost any resistance and caution anen? en? What would have happened to her? The feeling of being at his complete disposal was a very scary one that made her shiver. At the same time, it was good.

She wanted to pay him back in one way or another. She fixed her eyes on him and was pleased to realize his pupils widened as she considered the various ways she could thank him.

\"I\'d like to try something if you allow me.\"

He frowned.

\"Am I supposed to say yes not knowing what I am agreeing to?\"

She nodded.

\"Yes.\"

\"And for what reason, if I may ask, would I do such a thing?\"

She walked slowly to him and directed him to the table. He was tensed but he did not resist.

\"Because you trust me.\"

His dark eyes were shinning in the darkness, searching her face as if to identify her real motives.

\"What makes you think I trust you?\"

She stilled. He was now half sitting on the table, exactly at the right height. She let her hands rest on his chest a few seconds before tracing to his ribs. She then started to move to his top buttons.

\"What makes me think you trust me?\" She asked innocently.

\"Yes.\"

She started to unfasten a button, and another one, and another one.

\"I wonder.\"

As she pulled a hand under his uniform, he shivered and caught it. She froze, unsure of the next step she was to take, but he ultimately pressed her hand on his chest. His eyes were closed, as if to focus more precisely on her touch.

After a few seconds of stillness, she considered it as an official agreement and resumed her exploration.

- End of chapter -

Many thanks to all the reviewers: scifichick774, Nocturnus, spaz141, Deb, Elizabeth Stump, Greenstuff, Persia,
and the newcomers: Sabrina and Skiving Snackboxes.

More specific answers:

scifichick774 - The story is getting \"deeper\"? *Jumps with joy* But actually, it is still on the surface at the moment, maybe a little deeper for Severus in the next chapter.

spaz141 - \"Will she eventually get the potion?\" Potion? What potion?... Oh yes, the mission... *cough* She will do her best, I think. She seems to be a very dedicated girl.*grin*

Deb - I am happy you liked the inner-battle, it cost me a few readers but that was one of the important points of the story for me so... Things have settled down a bit. As I am back to my place, I\'ll update more often. Thanks for you concern.

Elizabeth Stump - \"Teach me baby, teach me more\"... Well, hope this chapter meets your expectations. Severus is learning fast, but I\'m not sure he is the one who has the more to learn in this story.

Greenstuff - \"IC\"? In character? I thought so too but got a reviewer who told me the exact contrary. Something with the way readers and writers identify with Hermione and tend to idealize her, I suppose. There was a challenged proposed at WIKKT\'s group by Nocturnus about a \"prudish\" Hermione that got a few funny answers. It\'s always nice to have something else than Virgin/SexGod/Hermione.

Persia - You like young Severus? Well, he is definitely more friendly than the older version in this story. Quite friendly actually. *purring* Good boy.

Skiving Snackboxes - Happy you like the reversal of the age difference, that\'s definitely the idea I\'m the most happy with.

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