The Storm

A/N: So, funny story. I haven't had internet for the past month and a half because I've been away at school and my internet connection didn't work. But I am back now and I hope I haven't lost too many people . .

This chapter is . . uh. . there is some dubious consent here. I had to do it. I had to!! I will be answering questions in my next chapter, regarding this one, so if you want to leave something here for me to discuss, then go ahead. Again, I'm sorry if this is not your thing but it had to be done.

Thank you and enjoy and review!
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Chapter Eight

Something firm and heavy gripped her waist. It was squeezing into her flesh as well, which didn’t make sense. She shouldn’t have been feeling flesh on bare flesh. There was something wrong with this picture, but Hermione couldn’t seem to figure out what it was.

She knew that she was lying down. She could feel lush, but old, carpeting under her cheek. From the air passing in gentle currents over her and the feeling of flesh on her stomach she also knew she was naked.

Her eyes opened immediately with a feeling of déjà vu. She now knew where she was and what that thing around her middle was.

And what that thing poking into her back was as well.

She looked down at Severus’ pale, pale arm flung across her body. She could feel his chest rising and falling against her back as he breathed. It felt very peaceful and, amazingly enough, natural to be cuddled up and so vulnerable with him.

That thought stopped her. She never would have fit Severus in with the words peaceful and natural back in her school days. Then again, she never would have imaged that she would be calling him Severus and treating him the way she did.

She certainly never would have imagined that she would ever dare be so bold as to capture his zipper in her teeth and pull it down over his raging cock, or that she could have made him so hard simply by fighting with him.

She groaned and closed her eyes, turning her head into the carpet so that her forehead rested firmly against the fabric. Things were heading in a strange direction and Hermione wasn’t sure she could handle this.

Her small movement caused him to awake and he moved with her, readjusting himself so that he could turn with her so that his body was half way resting on her back, his hand squeezed between her body and the floor. He fixed his cheek against her back and sighed in contentment. Hermione felt him move with her and froze.

He pressed his lips to her back, running them against the soft flesh there. He started to lick her body occasionally, lightly flicking his tongue out and catching the sweat of her body. He could feel his cock lengthing even more and begging for attention, throbbing against her back.

“I know you’re awake, pet,” he mumbled against her back, his lips continuing to make tracks down her skin. “I know that you can feel what you do to me. I know what it does to you, knowing that you have this power over me. Or, at least you allow yourself to believe you have power over me.” He tightened his hold on her stomach and flipped them so they were lying on their sides, his body curled in around hers. He slowly slid his hand down her stomach to rest on her thigh. He slid his hand around the curve of her leg and brushed his fingertips against her mound. With her legs closed, he wasn’t able to touch her the way they both wanted, but he was able to tell how wet she was.

“So wet for me already pet. Spread those beautiful legs for me,” he didn’t wait for her to move and instead gripped her leg in his hand and pulled it upward, making her leg bend into a ninety degree angle. “Perfect.”

He continued to hold her leg, bringing his free hand around to brush against her. She moaned lightly, resting her head back on his shoulder. He brought his hand down to cup her, his palm resting over her clit and his fingers slowly sliding into her wet opening. She gasped and moved back against him, trying to get more friction. His hand immediately stilled and he tsked.

“Patience, Miss Granger. You’ll get what you want, what you need. I would never deny you,” she stopped moving, willing her body to not be so desperate for his touch. When he felt like she was ready, he pushed his fingers back inside of her, his middle and index fingers sliding in easily. He let go off her leg and she let it hang there, his fingers dancing their way up her body to her breasts. He cupped her right breast, allowing its weight to hang in his hand.

“With tits like these, Miss Granger, it’s no wonder that Weasely still harbors desires for you. You would be hard pressed to find a man that would not enjoy these.” He pinched her nipple with his finger, earning a sharp cry from her before moving to her other breast and repeating the process. She arched her back against him, her ass firmly pressing into his hardness.

It was his turn to allow a small sigh to escape his throat. She really knew how to make this difficult for a man. He watched her sweaty, golden skin, and realized that this was a woman not to rush with. This was a woman that one should extend all the pleasures of the world to before her lover pleased himself. She was a fine example of womanhood and right in this very moment she got to be his, all his.

He marveled as these thoughts raced through his head. It had been a very long time since he had thought about a woman this way. He looked more carefully at the muggleborn witch in his arms and realized that, with all these years past, he truly was still mourning the death of Potter’s mom.

That realization was like a sharp punch to the stomach, or a Crucio held on for far too long.

He watched the light glisten off her body, his heart becoming heavier with every beat. This is not what he wanted or what he had anticipated. To think that he could actually have romantic notions regarding this girl was nearly absurd and he would have laughed at them if it weren’t for the fact that he was truly feeling these emotions.

It wasn’t love, but it very well felt like the beginning of it.

Hermione felt his body go tight with tension and wondered what was wrong. She went to move to check on him, tried to turn her head, but Severus kept a firm grip on her body, not allowing her to turn and see him. He was afraid of what she would find on his face, afraid of the magnitude of his feelings.

He began to massage her breast again, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her, wondering when it was he had stopped trying to please her. There was now no doubt in his mind that she was dangerous to him, as he forgot himself around her and his hard won control slipped away from him whenever she was near. This wasn’t like him, and he didn’t approve.

He stopped squeezing her breast, only to move his hand down to join his other hand. He took two fingertips and began to rub her hardened nub in circles, varying his speed much to his delight and her frustration. He would bring her really close to what she wanted, working his long fingers inside her to a frenzy, before backing off right before she crested. He reveled in the noises she made, the sighs of pleasure and moans of frustration. He found himself entranced with the way her breathing would speed up right before her body felt as though it would come and then how she would suck in a tight breath when he stopped and nothing happened. He tortured her sweetly like this, all the while readjusting himself behind her without her noticing.

Then, right before he backed off from letting her come one last time, he removed his fingers and slid his cock inside her hard and fast, speeding up his fingers on her clit so that she came as he slid home.

Hermione arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. She vaguely felt him thrusting inside of her, knowing that she was clenching around his hard length, her body convulsing as bliss gripped her. She could feel that his thrusts were long and hard, his way of getting her to come harder, and her toes curled up as another strong wave of pleasure hit her. She was holding onto her breath and she let it out in a loud sigh as she came down, her body going slack against the floor.

Severus marveled at the woman lying next to him. He stopped thrusting so hard inside of her and instead began gently rocking into her body. He returned his hand to her breast, and began to fondle her once again.

“You are exquisite Hermione.”

She heard his words like a faint buzzing, but had enough of herself left inside to understand the magnitude of the statement. He was still pushing himself slowly in and out of her, and she could feel every ridge, every vein as it passed in and out of her. She moved her sweat drenched body so that she was flush to his skin, molding her body into the contours of his own. Severus marveled at the closeness of this position, not sure of how to handle being this close to the girl as he intimately pushed himself in and out of her.

He realized that he was making love to her, that he was making love to someone, instead of trying to possess their body through the brutal fucks he normally doled out.

She clenched down around him and he groaned, his finger involuntarily squeezing down on her breast. “Gods, Hermione. What you do to me,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting inside and staying there, rotating his pelvis slightly. “How have I survived without this?”

Hermione felt stunned at his words and didn’t know how to take them. What was he saying with that? Was he telling her more then he had intended, letting her in on how it felt to have her in his life or was he merely commenting on fucking her, wondering how he had managed to survive without the sex she gave him?

He started to kiss her neck, placing feather light brushes of his lips up and down the column of her throat and she realized she had her answer and that it scared her.

Severus Snape was falling for her.

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Lucius cursed himself as he walked through Grimmauld Place. Severus was a greedy bastard and Lucius was pretty sure that right now, as he tore up the stairs, that Severus was finding a way to convince Hermione that she was his.

And it probably involved his cock.

He cursed himself again. He never should have involved Snape in this. He could be a controlling bastard when he wanted to be, a controlling manipulative bastard that only cared for his own pleasure and did everything in his power to make sure he got what he wanted. He never should have subjected Hermione to that, kind and beautiful as she was.

He stopped dead in his tracks at that thought. He had just called her kind and beautiful. He didn’t frequently give out accolades, and when he did it was usually for things that someone should have been doing anyway. He closed his eyes, an image of Hermione leaking into his subconscious. It was the night he had first taken her, how innocent she had looked in that white top, how sorrowful her eyes had been when she looked at him and how he had wanted to take that pain away from her and replace it with something else.

She had surprised him beyond thinking when she had let him inside, when she had let him take her as he had always wanted, hard and fast with no complaints.

A frown crossed his face. No, that wasn’t quite right. He didn’t want to take her hard and rough. He wanted to take her slowly, to work her over, to take his time with her and have her beg for him. That’s what he wanted, to show her that she was worthy of the time and effort that only that scenario could show her.

He started to pick up the pace again, walking faster to Severus’ room. He wasn’t surprised at all to find the door spelled shut and locked against him, or to sense a Silencing charm over the room. He just worried about what he would find when he opened the door.

He took a deep breath and pulled out his wand, taking down Severus’ charms and opening the door. He didn’t expect to see what he saw.

Severus and Hermione were lying side by side on the carpet, Hermione’s leg in the air as Severus pushed gently back and forth inside of her. Both of their eyes were closed as Severus kissed his way up and down Hermione’s neck, her head thrust back and her arm over her head, her fingers entwined in Severus’ hair.

Lucius felt something tugging in his heart as he watched them make love, then pushed the feeling away as it wasn’t something he was willing to think about.

“Well, isn’t this unexpected.” Lucius said snidely before walking further into the room so he was out of the doorway. He shut the door and stared at the two, who had stopped moving. “Oh don’t stop, I like watching. Remember, Snape? It seems to be the only thing I’m good at.” There was an accusatory sound to Lucius’ voice that Hermione couldn’t figure out, but Severus had gone very still behind her.

“Lucius, please -,”

“He’s right. We shouldn’t stop on his account,” Hermione could hear the anger in Severus’ voice and was even more confused. She couldn’t figure out if they were playing each other like they had before or if something else was going on, some sort of long standing issue between the two of them. “Very well, then. Let us give him the show he so desperately wants to see.”

“Severus, what-,” her words were cut off as he pulled out of her and slammed back in, then pulled out and slammed in, setting up a bruising pace as he fucked her with hard, rough strokes, his body slapping obscenely against hers in the quiet of the room. He roughed grabbed her shoulders and then rotated, pushing down on her body so that she was kneeling on all fours. She tried to fight him off but he used his weight to his advantage, holding her hands down flat against the floor with his own large ones.

“Is this what you wanted to see, Malfoy?” Severus asked, punctuating each question with a hard thrust.

Lucius just looked at the pair, the disgust plain in his eyes for them both to see. “You know what I want.”

“I do. You want to be fucking her like this, fucking her hard and rough. But it seems that I’m the only wizard that can sustain her. She came crawling to me, begging for my cock, not yours. Isn’t that right?” Hermione didn’t answer him, as she was still unsure of what was going on. A sharp, stinging slap to her ass broke her from her trance, her eyes whipping around to stare into Severus’ black and cold ones. “Answer me, whore. Isn’t that right?”

“Answer him, Hermione. I want to hear the answer from your pretty lips.” She swiveled her head to look at Lucius, finding that he hadn’t moved an inch while she was getting fucked. She was suddenly very much aware of the fact that someone was watching her get fucked like she was a common street tramp and she could feel her face start to flush.

This wasn’t what she wanted. It seemed like the two wizards were having a pissing contest over her, trying to prove to themselves which one owned her, and she wasn’t that kind of witch.

“Severus, I think you need to stop so that we can all talk about this.”

“I think you need to answer the question.” Severus continued pounding into her, moving his finger once more down to her clit. “Then after you answer, you’re going to come on my cock like the good little whore that you are.”

“Please, I don’t’ want to do this anymore. We all need to talk about this.”

“I’d ask you to come shut her up, Malfoy, but you’re just watching. You don’t get to have any fun.” Severus started to rub her hard and fast, pressing down on her even harder then he had before. Hermione could feel her body betray her as she felt it tighten up in anticipation of her orgasm. She sought out Lucius, looking pleadingly into his blue eyes. He just stood there and watched, arms crossed over his chest. She could feel her body trembling as the first signs of orgasm washed over her, then suddenly it was upon her, so powerful that it bowed her back, her body clenching down on Severus.

“Look at her. Look! She’s so exquisite when she’s coming on your cock. The way she gushes around you. It obvious how much she loves to be fucked. Just like a good whore should.” Severus picked up the pace of his thrusts and came with a roar, flooding her with his juice. He gave one more hard thrust before collapsing on her, inhaling her scent deeply as she lay there.

The silence in the room was deafening as Severus pulled himself out of her and rolled over onto his back. He rose from the floor gracefully, looking down at the girl still on the floor. Her face was buried in the carpet and her back shook slightly. He regarded her a moment longer before walking over to his clothing. He hastily dressed and then walked to where Lucius still was.

“I’m starving. Dinner?” Lucius pegged him with coldest, iciest stare he could give someone. Severus shrugged and looked back at Hermione. “Have fun.” He opened his door and strode out, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

Lucius shut the door and walked over to Hermione, concerned that she hadn’t moved. “Hermione?”

“Don’t touch me,” came her muffled response, her face still nose down on the carpet and her hair fanned out over the ground.

“Pardon?”

She raised her hot, tear soaked face up to him. He blanched at the look on her face, taking a step back at the sheer anger and hurt he found there. “How could you?”

“Hermione, I -,”

“How could you watch while he did that to me? How could you watch?” Lucius found that there was nothing he could say. He swallowed as he felt that same feeling tugging at his heart. “Get out.”

“Please, let me, -“

“Get out!” She screamed at him, hot, fat tears spilling down her face. “Get out!” She let her head collapse to the ground and groaned low and long, her body shaking with her cries. “Please, just leave.”

Lucius took one last look at her before following her orders and leaving her to her solitude. It was the only way he could help her.