It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 8 ~ The Deflowerment

Hermione felt her body begin to tremble uncontrollably as the wizard kissed her again, his lips more demanding. She wasn’t afraid however…she just couldn’t seem to stop. Severus drew back from her, his dark eyes full of something she was unfamiliar with.

“You’re trembling. Are you afraid, Hermione? Because if you are we can…” he began, starting to pull away. Hermione held on to his neck tightly so he couldn’t withdraw any further.

“No. No, I’m not afraid…I just can’t seem to stop trembling…it’s my body…it’s not me,” the witch said, almost desperately.

The witch’s curly hair was partially covering her face. Severus swept it aside. Desire was making her tremble. His cock pulsed in reaction to her need.

“You know deflowerment hurts, don’t you?” he asked her softly, one pale hand moving to the top button of his shirt and unfastening it. Hermione watched as the pale skin of his throat came into view.

“Yes,” Hermione said in almost a whisper, mesmerized as the wizard’s hand moved to the next button, then the next, more of his torso being revealed. “I don’t think you’d hurt me too much, would you Professor?”

Severus pulled his shirt out of his trousers and continued unfastening it, looking at Hermione. He had been known to become rather “overzealous” during sex either to the delight or consternation to the witch he happened to be with. He would have to be mindful of Hermione…he couldn’t let go on the young witch. He would have to restrain himself. His shirt completely open now, the Potions Master gently removed her arms from around his neck and sat up so he could access his cuffs and remove his shirt entirely. He tossed it over the side of the bed.

“No, not too much, Hermione. It is my sincere desire to make your first experience a good one, but if I start to hurt you…you must tell me,” he said, his eyes darkening.

Hermione didn’t reply at first. Her eyes were resting on Severus’ naked upper body. It was pale, lean and muscular, his chest and abdomen well defined. His arms were corded. He was built very strongly. She never imagined he looked like that beneath his robes. Hermione’s eyes fell to his trousers. There was a huge, long lump in his lap.

“I’ll tell you,” she said in a small voice.

The witch swallowed as the wizard pulled up one leg, then the other removing his boots and socks. After sticking the socks in the boots, he reached over her and dropped them to the floor. Then the Potions Master lay back down and began to unfasten the button of his trousers. He turned his head and looked at her.

“Have you ever seen a man’s cock before, Hermione?” he asked her.

The witch reddened a bit at his use of the word ‘cock’ but he said it so naturally, her embarrassment faded quickly. He wasn’t trying to be dirty.

“Not a real one. I’ve seen them in textbooks,” the witch replied. “Ron wanted to show me his, but I didn’t want to see it. I told to him keep it in his trousers or I’d hex it.”

Severus smirked for a moment, before scowling slightly. It was funny how the witch responded, but not funny at all that Mr. Weasley was trying to show her his goods. After tonight, Severus would consider Hermione his. He would have to find a way to make Mr. Weasley stop making advances without being obvious.

The wizard lifted his hips and slid his trousers down. He wore black silk boxers underneath them. He kept them on, not wanting to frighten the young witch before preparing her properly.

Hermione watched as he pulled one long leg out of his trousers, then the other. He also dropped them on the floor, reaching over her body and looking down at her as he did so. Hermione thought she saw hesitance in his eyes.

“Are you nervous, Professor?” she asked him.

Severus’ eyes swept down her body once more. Yes, he was nervous. He was about to fuck his most brilliant student. Yet his nervousness was more for her, than for him. Severus was very well hung. He could hurt her if he wasn’t careful.

“No,” he lied. “Are you?”

Hermione nodded.

“But I still want you to do it,” she said, not wanting him to change his mind.

“Do it,” he repeated, his eyes softening uncharacteristically. Hermione was so innocent he couldn’t maintain his cynical demeanor. But she needed to use more mature terms with him. “Hermione, there are terms to describe what we are about to do that I would prefer to hear from you rather than “do it.” I’m not a sixth-year.”

She blinked up at him.

“What are they?” she asked.

“Have sex. Make love. Fuck,” he replied. Hermione reddened again.

“There are differences though. ‘Have sex’ is a clinical term for sexual intercourse…devoid of emotion. “Make love’ implies that both parties are driven by love or strong emotions of tenderness. ‘Fuck’ means the act is based on a physical attraction.”

Hermione looked up at him.

“What will we be doing, Professor? Having sex?” she asked him.

He shook his head.

“No, it will be more than that,” he replied, unconsciously licking his lips.

“Making love?” the witch pressed.

Severus shook his head.

“I have strong feelings for you, as you do for me…but we are not in love, Hermione…at least not the way I understand love to be. Still, it will be more than fucking. My attraction to you is more than physical. I appreciate your mind and your character as well. You are going to be a force to be reckoned with when you come into your own, witch. I would like to be there when that happens,” he said silkily.

Hermione looked up at the wizard. She would like him to be there as well. She felt safe with him…protected.

“I would like you to be there too, Professor,” she said softly.

The wizard looked down on her. Gods…such simple honesty.

“Severus. Call me Severus tonight, Hermione. We are no longer teacher and student. We are man and woman…on equal footing,” he said to the witch, moving closer to her carefully. “Though I will be teaching you tonight.”

“Severus,” Hermione said experimentally. It was strange saying his name. She had called him Professor for so long, it felt as if his title were his name. She looked up at him, feeling more connected than ever now.

“Then teach me, Severus,” she said softly, “Teach me everything you know.”

Severus quirked his lips at her. Hermione wasn’t ready for everything he knew. He didn’t know if she would ever be ready for that.

”One thing at a time, Hermione. Your lust for knowledge has to be tempered in this case. You would never survive me if I showed you everything I knew sexually. I will only give you an introduction tonight…I believe it will be enough for you,” he said.

”I don’t think I will ever get enough of you, Pro…Severus,” she replied, feeling her belly flare up again.

The wizard shook his head. Hermione could easily make him forget her innocence if he listened to her for too long.

“The time for talking is past now,” he said, his voice becoming low and seductive. “It’s time for our bodies to speak to each other.”

He lay on his side and gently drew Hermione into him, her soft breasts mashed against his chest. She was soft, her body warm and trembling. He looked at her once more.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, kissing her deeply, this time slipping his tongue into her heat. Hermione moaned as she felt his supple muscle lick at her tongue gently, then curl around it, caressing it. Gods, it was so intimate, so intense. She felt his hands begin to move over her back, strong, masculine…firm. Slightly rough against her skin…it felt wonderful and she purred like a kitten as the Potions Master kissed and caressed her.

Carefully, Severus pressed his loins against the witch, letting her feel his erection beneath his boxers. Hermione jerked slightly as she felt the wizard’s hard length press against her. It was hot and she felt it throbbing. A powerful gush poured out of her and she gasped against Severus’ mouth as her need intensified. Her arms went back around his neck and she instinctively slid her body up and down against his cock, trying to find relief…but the friction was only making her feel hotter and more frustrated as the fabric between them kept her from full contact.

“Easy witch, easy,” the Professor breathed, his hands moving to her sides and brushing the sides of her breasts.

Hermione arched into him again, her kisses becoming more frantic. She began to caress the wizard back, wanting to feel his hard, lean body under her hands. She froze as her fingers explored his back. She felt the scars from the whippings he received from the Dark Lord. Severus stopped kissing her for a moment, though his hands continued to move. Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t stop touching her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her, noticing her eyes welling up. His hands stopped moving now. “Do you want me to stop?”

Gods, he hoped not. He was invested now. He had to have her.

“No…it’s just…your scars. Oh Severus,” she sobbed, tears dripping from her eyes.

“Shhh, don’t cry. Don’t cry, Hermione,” the wizard said soothingly, beginning to caress her again…this time to comfort her. “It’s part of my service to the Order. The price of trying to save the wizarding world. Now shhh.”

Hermione gulped back her tears and kissed the wizard fiercely. He had no one. No one to share his pain with. Now…he had her.

Severus felt her increased ardor and increased his exploration of her body, running his hands over her hips and thighs, then slowly sweeping them over her buttocks. The witch pressed back into his hands wanting more contact. He gave it to her, pulling her into him and working his organ against her body. Severus was panting now, losing himself in the young witch, but trying to maintain some control as his hands gripped and fondled her full breast, Hermione almost sobbing with pleasure. Everywhere the wizard’s hands touched left a trail of fire behind, and his mouth was a furnace. She wanted to burn up in his arms.

“Severus,” she breathed.

Suddenly, Hermione’s hand closed over his cock through the fabric of his boxers, both witch and wizard gasping at the contact. Severus slid his hand down her belly and gently between her thighs. Her core was steaming…wet and ready. Hermione cried out as the wizard petted her pussy gently, then carefully slid a finger between her labia, touching her clit. The witch let out a pretty little cry, and the wizard groaned in response. Severus felt like just ripping off his boxers and plunging inside her…but he fought it. That wasn’t the way to take the luscious little witch. They continued to pet each other until both were covered in perspiration and breathless with need. Severus couldn’t remember the last time a witch made him respond the way Hermione did.

He was savoring his hunger for her…letting it take him to the edge. Desire had never been such a heady thing.

“Take off your boxers, Severus,” Hermione pleaded, writhing against him. “I want to feel your cock against me. I want to see it.”

Severus stopped petting the witch and brought his hand to his nose, sniffing her juices…then cleaned his fingers with his mouth, a look of bliss on his face. If this wasn’t her first time, he would eat her out unmercifully, she tasted so good. But instead he fell to her throat, the witch turning her head to offer more access and sighing with pleasure.

Then he drew back and said, “Once these boxers come off, Hermione…there’s no turning back.”

“I don’t want to turn back…I want to go forward,” she panted at him, pulling at the elastic of his boxers impatiently. ”Take them off!”

There was such an animal urgency in the young witch’s voice that Severus complied, shifting back from her and rolling to his back, lifting his hips and pulling down his boxers, his cock springing out, hard and ready for action.

Hermione’s eyes went wide at the sight of it, and she immediately sat up and moved downward so she could examine it more closely.

Severus lay on his back, hardly daring to breathe as the young witch unabashedly lifted his huge tool, running her finger over the head of it. A small choked sound escaped him.

”You’re huge,” the witch breathed, her hands moving over his length, squeezing and caressing as she moved it back and forth so she could see all sides of it. Severus’ hips buckled and his fingers dug into the mattress, clenching and unclenching, his jaw tense and a tick in his cheek.

Then the witch kissed it.

Severus’ hands flew up and he hauled a squealing Hermione back up to the head of the bed.

“What?” she asked as he roughly pushed her down on her back, his eyes hard with lust.

“You were about to go someplace you have no business going yet, witch. You are too inquisitive,” he growled, trying to regain control.

“I just wanted to taste it,” she said, “It’s clean and it smells good. I just wanted to see what it would be like to put my mouth on it.”

Severus groaned inwardly. Oh the little, innocent seductress. When she was well initiated, he had a feeling Hermione was going to be something extraordinary. His cock might be clean, but she had been about to get very, very dirty.

“One thing at a time,” he said, “First, the deflowering…then the extras,” the wizard said, rolling on top of Hermione and pressing his shaft between her legs, meeting her core with his hardness.

“Oh my gods,” the witch gasped as the Potions Master began to hump her gently, emulating the sex act, familiarizing her with the motions. The witch met his thrusts, moaning, arching and sighing, her body hot, soft and moist beneath his. Suddenly, Severus couldn’t hold back anymore…he had to be inside this beautiful, sexy little witch.

“Are you ready for me, Hermione?” he panted against her mouth. “Are you ready to be deflowered?”

”Hours ago,” the witch gasped back. “Do it, Severus. Gods, I want to feel you inside me taking away this ache I have.”

“It will be one ache for another,” he breathed, shifting lower and grasping his cock, placing it against her heat.

Severus ran his finger over her entrance, checking for adequate lubrication. He needn’t have worried. Hermione was primed and ready. He touched the elastic skin of her hymen and positioned the head of his cock against it. Hermione gasped and buckled as she felt his hardness pressed against her. He was so big.

“Lift your legs as high as you can and hold on to me,” the wizard said, his eyes full of a mixture of concern and lust. He was trembling slightly with anticipation.

Hermione did so, her amber eyes glistening as the wizard looked down at her.

“Thank you for this, Hermione,” he breathed, driving forward hard, feeling her hymen stretch then snap, the witch shrieking, her nails digging into his shoulders. Severus’ mouth dropped open as he buried his cock into the tightest, sweetest little pussy he had ever felt in his life. The wizard let out a long groan as he forced himself to stay still and let Hermione get used to his size.

Tears dripped from the corner of Hermione’s eyes, but she clutched the wizard, feeling his thickness filling her, pulsing and possessing her. He was inside her…he was part of her now, and that was what she wanted…to feel him this way. Her snarky Potions Master was hers now. This was the first pain he ever caused her that she wanted from him.

“Are you all right?” Severus asked Hermione hoarsely, looking down at her face, finding it almost hard to believe he was actually inside her. But the delicious heat and pressure around his cock said otherwise

”It hurt,” she said softly, her voice quavering. Severus kissed her forehead.

“I know…but it will get better in a little while…when I start to move. It will become much better, Hermione…for both of us,” he promised.

The wizard lowered his head and kissed her gently, waiting for the initial pain to subside.

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A/N: Mmm. Deflowered but not yet…er…completed. . Yes, I dragged it out…but that’s me. I live for anticipation as well as lemons. No avoiding the in-outie next chapter. I’m enjoying writing a considerate Severus. Especially since I have that hard roughrider lemon coming up in “Ficlet” when I finish this story. Anyway, please review. :)