Shock Treatment

Chapter 8 … The Decision

She was the first one to admit shock at walking away from him last night. She was sure if she had pressed the issue she could have had him, but as she was getting ready to do just that the ‘oh shit’ slipped from his lips and she knew that she wanted more then one night. It was odd how a slipped profanity could make her reevaluate what she wanted, but for some reason those words brought home that she wasn’t conquering her potions master, but a simple man.

She knew all along of course that he was a man, that realization was what had made her want him (that and Ginny’s insistence that they would be a smart match), but to actually come face to face with such human behavior had shaken her. She had quickly decided that she would forgo a night’s satisfaction to ensure the promise of many nights passion. She really hoped she had made the right decision, he was an especially difficult person to read and she wasn’t known for her prowess in empathy.

It was Saturday and she was going to see him after dinner, but it was extremely difficult to spend all day with her friends and pretend like all was well. Ginny, of course, knew what had happened and it irritated Hermione to no end that the red head disagreed with her approach. Though Ginny was the expert in peaking a mans interest she very rarely had the desire to hold onto him. Hermione certainly wasn’t naïeve enough to think she could walk away from him after she gave him her virginity. She had no illusions about love and romance needing to be a factor in sex, after all passion came in many forms, but she respected him to much to let one night change her entire perception of him.

It had to work out between them, because she had gone to far to go back now. No matter what happened she would always be able to feel his lips, soft and firm against her own, and smell the intoxicating scent of him. Not of the potion ingredients or the heavy scent of his wool robes, but just of him. The wildly erotic blend of skin and mild soap that made her quiver with possibilities of stripping him down and basking in his scent. There were hundreds of images she had compiled over the last week of the things she could do to him; after all she had read a book or two about it. Not to mention all of the things he could do to her.

Could that sharp tongue that was usually used to berate her be used to make her squirm and pant in delight? Could those elegant hands run over every inch of her body and burn her skin as surely as hot candle wax? She had no doubt of his prowess in the bedroom, if all he did was stroke her hair and talk to her in that velvety voice then she would be sure to orgasm into a puddle. After all, the mind was responsible for telling the body what to feel, what to enjoy and savor, and her mind was thoroughly enthralled with him.

Dinner was a rambunctious affair and rather then letting it annoy her, Hermione took the opportunity to let her friends joke with each other and ignore her. She shot furtive glances at the head table and took note of Severus far away look. She had no clue what that boded for the evenings conversation, but at least he wasn’t glaring her down. The meal was heavy in her mouth and she did little more then push the beef around her plate watching the juices congeal. When she noticed him stand from his place and cast a furtive glance in her direction she was quick to yawn and make her excuses to disappear for the evening. Well if it went well, then hopefully she would be gone the entire evening.

Ginny looked up at her and sent a reassuring smile her way before distracting the boys for her. How could she ever stay annoyed at someone as perceptive and sweet as Ginny? It seemed like for the umpteenth time that week her feet carried her to his door. Her hands traced the groves in the door before she squared her shoulder, put on her poker face, and knocked. She waited with nerves winded tight for the sound of his rough ‘enter’, and was beginning to become nervous when it never came. Just as she was ready to pick her stomach up off the floor the door creaked open and she was furtively ushered inside.

He nodded once to her with soft eyes and tilted his head signaling that she should follow him. She did as he asked and forced herself to hold her head high and keep her stride confident, determined not to let him know how nervous she truly was. He brought her through his office and into a door she had never noticed before she realized they were in his private quarters. Surely this was a good sign, he wouldn’t want to bring her here just to flay her for her audacity.

Once the door closed with an audible thud behind her, she turned to face him and their eyes met in silent understanding. Hermione felt the tension leave her body at once, knowing that from here on out no matter what happened it would be okay. It was amazing how a stupid little makeover had changed her life so much in a matter of a week. She certainly wouldn’t complain. The urgency she had felt to get this over with and hear his decision had all but evaporated from her and she stepped close to him letting him know she had no regret over her speech the previous evening.

Their lips crashed together with all of the urgency that had built up during the day and it wasn’t long before they had succeeded in wrapping themselves around each other. Their tongues dueled and when it became clear neither would win dominance they settled for exploring one another’s mouths. Severus sucked her bottom lip and gently nibbled on it, nearly coming undone at the throaty moan that Hermione released. They had walked backwards until his knees hit the edge of the couch and buckled, spilling him into a rather undignified heap on the lush leather. She wasted no time climbing upon his lap and had proceeded to ravish his mouth until he pulled away with an audible pop.

He looked to her for reassurance and when he saw no hesitation in her eyes, laid his hands upon her legs sucking in a sharp air when he realized for the first time she was in a skirt. Her legs were long and smooth and most importantly bare on either side of his lap and he wasted little time pondering the amazing woman before him before he ran his fingers up and down the limbs. The passionate kissing had resumed and he tried his luck bringing one hand up to caress her arse while the other slipped beneath her shirt and was working on how to get her breast out of her bra.

He was amazed she hadn’t slapped him yet, but was not about to complain. It was getting rather hot when she finally let out an annoyed huff and withdrew from him long enough to peel the shirt and bra off of her and throw them to the floor. To say he was shocked would be an understatement, but being in full man mode now prevented him from doing anything but allowing his lips to latch onto her nipple and revel in the soft mewling sound she was issuing with regularity. They were rosy peaks now, standing at attention due to a mix of cold dungeon air and pure arousal.

He was rock hard at this point and was barely controlling himself as she not so subtly ground her core against him. He could feel her heat and moisture through her knickers and his trousers and he found himself lifting his hips to maintain the delicious contact as long as possible. He groaned in protest when she scooted off of him, but quickly shut up when he felt her inexperienced little hands grab his erection through his clothes. He moaned and was working out a way to be able to continue playing with her breasts when he felt the buttons on his trousers being popped open one by one. Once she had freed his erection (with his help of course, her hands were fumbling a bit having never released anything on a man before) she wasted no time in wrapping her fingers around it, exploring every inch of it with tentative touches.

He was quickly growing frustrated at her reservations in this area when she had so confidently initiated everything else, but shoved the feeling away and decided to be proactive. He wrapped his hand around her own and moved with her, showing her how firmly to grasp him and how to stroke him from base to head. He enjoyed her ministrations so thoroughly that he asked her to stop before to long, not wanting to scare her by coming to soon. He watched her try to collect herself and when he removed her hands from him and waited a moment before resuming their kissing.

During their heated kisses she had somehow managed to work her self out of her knickers and direct his hands to her dripping center. He reveled in the contact slipped two fingers inside of her while his thumb kept steady pressure on her clit. She arched back and moaned and he took advantage of the pose to pull her onto his lap again. He knew she was a virgin from the way she handled herself, and he had not intention of deflowering her this evening, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun otherwise.

Once he had her settled in his lap he placed his cock forward and against her quim, feeling her wetness spread against his member. It felt heavenly and he managed shallow thrusts rubbing himself against her slit and her pleasure nub. She was gasping at the contact and it didn’t take long for her to wrap her hands around him, holding him tight against herself loving the friction on her pussy and using her juices as lubrication to pump his shaft while she pleasure herself with him.

The contact felt divine and he knew he was close, and she wasn’t far behind him. He removed her hands and placed them on his shoulder, preferring to finish her first. With minor attention to her clit and some delicious nibbles on her breasts she was soon exploding over his hands and he wasted little time using her come to pump his shaft, needing release desperately. Hermione watched in fascination as he pumped himself and when he began murmuring obscenities under her breath, in a split second decision she slid forward to lick the head of his cock. His eyes widened almost comically at seeing her bent over him and he shouted his release spraying her face.

He was, of course horrified at coming on her lips and cheeks like some Knockturn Alley tramp but nearly came again when she smiled innocently and her little pink tongue darted forward to collect the semen in her mouth. She looked pensive for only a moment before her finger followed the path of the other splatters and swiped them onto her tongue as well. He couldn’t believe the little minx was actually a virgin. If she had any experiences with boys they would have been hard pressed to control themselves. As it is he was having a hard enough time not throwing caution to the wind and burying himself deep inside of her.

The next few hours were spent collecting themselves and talking of mundane things. Both of them avoided discussing what had just transpired, though Hermione was elated that she had gotten through to him. When the clock chimed eleven they had no choice but to separate for the evening but as he waked her back to the classroom door and kissed her goodnight he whispered that they still needed to speak about things tomorrow. She agreed whole heartedly, if for no other reason then to spend more time with him tomorrow, and slipped out of his classroom.

The darkness of the halls at night was usually a bit eerie, but that night the shadows seemed to be her friends, cloaking her from prying eyes and wrapping her in a comforting embrace. The evening had gone splendidly and she was thrilled to have seen this sexual side to Severus. She could hardly wait to see him the next day and was quick to slip into fantasies f the future. Little did she know, Severus was in his chamber thinking the exact same things.