Something Much Darker

Two nights later Severus Snape sat alone staring morosely into the fireplace. He had shut himself into his rooms for the weekend, having his meals brought to him by house elves. What he wanted more than anything was to seek out Hermione, but this he refused to do. If he saw her with Weasley, their hands and lips more than likely all over each other, he was afraid he would treat the redhead to a fine example of Muggle fisticuffs. And if Potter got in his way, so much the better.

Severus’s cock was rock hard, as he had been unable to stop thinking of what had passed between Hermione and himself. He had already stroked himself to climax a time or two, or perhaps more. . .but there was no pleasure in it, only temporary release. Severus wanted his Hermione there underneath him; his shaft plunged into her body, hearing her sweet moans once more. She is not your Hermione, his mind snarled, but the dark side of him returned, Ah, but she could be. He couldn't forget her last words to him, her last touch before walking out his door. Hermione was of age. Dumbledore might frown on a relationship between the two of them, but there was nothing he could actually do to stop it since the girl was an adult.

And where was the word relationship coming from? All he wanted was to fuck her! Well, wasn't it? Severus shook his head. He might be the world's best Occulemens, but that didn't mean he could lie to himself very well. Fucking her once wouldn't help. He wanted her in his bed every night and by his side every day. She was the woman he had been looking for his entire life. The woman he had concluded didn't exist. He had found her...right under his nose...and she belonged to another.

He sighed and raised the bottle of brandy, a special request to a house elf, to his lips. Perhaps if he drank himself into insensibility he could forget for a few hours. He drank deeply, and then wiped his lips. The fire was making the room too hot; he preferred a colder temperature. Waving his wand at the flames, they subsided a bit, but Severus continued to feel uncomfortably warm. He had already taken off his robes and coat, now he removed his shirt as well. The air prickled his naked chest and hardened his small nipples. It almost felt like a caress from a small hand. The thought caused his prick to throb and he cursed. Exactly what I need, he thought sarcastically. WHY is it still so blasted hot!

Suddenly he looked at the bottle of brandy he held in his hand. No! It's not possible. But it was. Once his mind had recognized the symptoms, he could hardly deny it. He had been given an aphrodisiac! The house elf who had brought him the bottle, hadn’t it been Lucious Malfoy’s former servant? The one who nearly worshipped Harry Potter for setting him free? Potter, Hermione Granger’s best friend. Hermione, a champion, the only champion, for the hopeless cause of elf rights. Cursing, he flung the bottle into the fireplace and the flames blazed higher for a moment. "Little bitch!" he roared.

There was a knock on his door. Knowing exactly who it would be, he stalked over and opened it. As expected, there stood Hermione in her long black robes. "Did I hear you call me, Severus?" she asked with an attempted look at innocence.

Snape grabbed her hand and yanked her inside his room. Slamming the door, he faced her and yelled, "Do you know what you have done, Hermione?"

She unfastened her cloak with fingers that were only trembling slightly and shrugged it off. She was naked beneath it. "I know exactly what I have done. And I know you are going to need help getting through tonight." Hermione smiled and padded over to him on her bare feet. She placed one little hand on his chest, playing with the sparse curls of hair, and said, "But I won't be as stubborn as you were." She smiled, bent her head slightly. Severus shuddered as he felt her tongue licking his nipple, and groaned as she put her lips around it and suckled. He twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back roughly. For an endless moment they stared at each other.

"I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you," he growled.

"Then fuck me," she replied.

The Potions Master sneered. "As you wish, Miss Granger."

Somehow they were on the bed, both of them naked now, and he was doing things to her. His hands, his lips were all over her. His tongue traced a trail of fire from her lips to her breasts, down her stomach, to her clit, back to her lips. He wasn’t being gentle; he forced her lips open and plunged his tongue inside, and she met it with her own. Severus groaned and kissed her harder, his hands on each side of her face holding her still. Finally he broke their contact, gasping. "Hermione, I cannot hold back."

"Then don't. I want you inside me. Please, Severus."

With one knee he spread her legs apart and positioned himself. Hermione finally felt the tip of his cock where she needed it to be. Her hips rose to meet him when he slipped inside her body. . .but not far enough. He was holding himself still, trembling with effort. Hermione was a bit fearful of his size, but her body needed his inside her. Why was he hesitating?

"Are you waiting for permission?" she asked. "Or do you want to hear me beg?"

He growled. "I simply do not wish to hurt you. Be quiet."

Hermione smiled. She put her hands on the side of his face and said, "It's going to hurt no matter what you do. I trust you, Severus, and I want this. Please. . . take me now."

Her words undid him. With a cry he plunged into her tight passage to the hilt, the dark side of him savoring the scream that tore from her lips as her maidenhood ripped before his cock. She was his now. He would never let her go, she was his woman...and she was trembling and afraid.

Tenderly now, he gathered her close, whispering words of comfort, and began to move slowly inside her, letting her body accommodate his size. As he had dreamed, her sobs turned to moans of desire. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist. His hands grasped her ass, showing her how to move to meet his thrusts. Both of them were fast losing control now, their pace speeding up, and then Hermione was coming, exploding around him, throb after throb of ecstasy that didn't stop as long as he was driving into her; a few moments later Severus shuddered and cried out, his own passion exploding inside her. His body tensed, then relaxed on top of hers, and Hermione savored the feel of his weight covering her. She closed her eyes with a satisfied smile.