She Said What?

well... now that i have you all here, let me tell you about this most excellent skin cream i found. it not only does away with..... why are you all looking at me like that? oh, gee... my bad. sorry. never mind the interrupted infomercial. just so that no one comes back and says that i didn\'t do this.... i don\'t own anyone here. damn my luck. how hard would it be to coax snape over to the... oh, never mind. j.k. rowling owns them all. i\'m only borrowing so i can play. my barbies got lost. i make no money from this. my only compensation comes from you nice readers who leave me those wonderful reviews. those are so cool.

also.... i will enact the smut warning. it will be happening here, folks. i don\'t think either of them can take anymore! so this will be smut central. just thought i\'d warn you. break out the ice cubed and the men. or toys. or whatever.

also, you don\'t need to. but if you like the chapter, feel free to let me know. be noce, though. my feelings are tender and they bruise easily. no flames, please. i will use them to roast your ass. and the dragon likes to play spanish inquisition now. he has such a talent for torture.

anyhoo... on with the show!

Chapter Nine: When It All Comes To A Head
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\' I\'m glad you are amused, Miss Granger. I find this to be a very serious matter,\' he snarled at her.

Hermione blinked at him. Serious? He didn\'t think that feeding a student a lust potion was serious? He had to be barking mad. The potions fumes had finally gotten to him. She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to show him she was as unhappy about it all as he was. But mostly, it was meant to keep her from giving in and touching him. Her desire was starting to spiral out of control, making conscious thought an effort. The lust potion seemed to have suddenly taken a firm hold. She watched at he snapped his robes open, revealing the serious tent in his trousers. Her mouth watered. \'This is no laughing matter, Miss Granger. You have, in essence, attacked at teacher. It is an act that is punishable by expulsion. What have you to say for yourself?\'

\'Me? What about you? If you hadn\'t given me this lust potion...\' she countered, but he interrupted her.

\' I would never have had to give you a lust potion, had you not bound me to my chair, leaving me in a most painful position!\' he snapped back.

\'That was for the hallway. Outside the library. That was so very unfair of you, Snape!\' she ground out, her voice rising in pitch.

\'Well, I...\' he stopped and stared at her, realizing that he was shouting at her for something that wasn\'t actually under her control. For something neither of them had control over. Ever since that damned farce of a wedding, things had been compounding and worsening between them. He scowled and glared pointedly at her. \'None of this would have happened, had you not spoken those words last week!\' he finally barked at her.

\'You wanted me to be there! It isn\'t my fault that someone overheard. Nor is it my fault that you, the biggest paranoid on the face of the planet, forgot to put up silencing spells!\' she spat haughtily. \' I didn\'t have to be there. You asked for my help, remember?\'

\'That still does not excuse this!\' he nearly shouted, one hand gesturing angrily to his erection. Her eyes followed the motion, glueing themselves to the sight of his... She mentally slapped herself. She needed to get her mind out of the gutter. This was not the time to be thinking lusty thoughts about what she would like to do with that... His impatient snort brought her gaze back up to his face. \'What have you to say about this?\'

\'You deserved that and more, you pompous bastard!\' she shouted at him, angered with herself for thinking decidedly wicked thoughts about what she would like to do with the \'this\' he was referring to. He scowled at her, most fiercely, in an attempt to scare her. It didn\'t work. Her hormones were in serious overdrive, and the only thing she could even manage to drum up in her lust addled brain was that she wanted to feel that luscious cock of his stuffed up inside of her. If it proved to be as clever as his mouth and fingers, Hermione knew she was in for one hell of an orgasm. She mentally cursed herself when her knees actually shook with need.

\'What I deserve is a student who can properly respect her professor. I do not need some Know-It-All Gryffindor twit striving to do her very best at vexing me! You do that so well already as it is!\' he spat at her.

\'Twit? I\'m a twit? Stupid bastard! How dare you insult me?! I\'m not the one who stalks about the castle, looking for all intents and purposes as if I\'m some giant bat!\' she glared at him. His mouth, if possible, went even flatter than before.

\' I stalk about the castle, as you put it, to keep the hot and bothered little miscreants of this school out of each other\'s knickers! Were the lot of you all left alone for any amount of time, I\'m sure every single one of the brainless girls in attendance would be breeding at present. That would, of course, exclude you. I fail to see how any male could ever find himself attracted to such a plain looking, over bearing, bossy little chit like yourself!\' he flung back at her, his anger rising to previously uncharted heights at his own inabilty to drive the feel of her lips from his mind. The moist and inviting view he\'d had of her heated core when she\'d so wantonly sprawled herself over his desk.

\'Plain looking and bossy? Over bearing?\' her temper was soaring, too. She\'d never been so angry and hurt in all her life. Or turned on. Every time he spoke, the timber of his rich baritone sent her body into a mad frenzy of need. She gritted her teeth in an attempt to get her wildly racing desire under control. There was no way she was going to allow her sex starved body get the better of her. \'This coming from a man who does the best impersonation of Bela Legosi\'s Dracula that I have ever seen. Lacking the charm that drew the women to him, naturally.\'

\'And you, Miss Granger,\' his eyes narrowed on her with all the unnerving resemblence of a snake preparing to strike. \'Remind me of a festering boil. You are a perpetual pain in my arse, and only grow bigger as time passes.\'

\'I find you to be vile, Professor. An arrogant git,\' she snapped, not sure she liked the feel of certain parts of her anatomy throb with his words.

\'And I find you, Miss Granger, to be ignorant. Of much that would do well to teach you to keep that overly large opening upon your face shut,\' he ground out between clenched teeth. It felt as if his cock was trying to drag him across the span of floor that separated them so that he could forcibly shove it into any one of her rather appealing openings at present. He disliked the feeling in any normal circumstance. The fact that it was Hermione Granger that provoked it was enough to make him want to hex the damnable piece of flesh off his body. \' In fact, if you were to grasp anything of real life, it would come as a shock to me. Not everything you need to know can be learned from the pages of a book.\'

\'Pond scum,\' she quipped. His eyes opened wide a moment, wondering what she could possibly mean by that. It didn\'t take long for him to realize that she had just insulted him. He felt his body tighten, her sharp and derrogatory words working opposite on him. She was turning him on with her insults. He stepped closer to her, his eyes once more narrowing on her. She offered him a slight smile, shifting forward a few steps in response to his own move toward her.

\'How many detentions will it take to wipe that smirk from your face, Miss Granger?\' he questioned, stopping only a few scant inches from her. She took the last few steps forward until her body barely touched his. \' I find you to be tiresome and wholly unwanted in my life. I despise this situation and you for placing me in it. Were it possible, I would find a way to be rid of you in mere moments. Were that to be by an anullment or your death, it would not matter to me.\'

\'You\'re ill tempered and ill mannered. You completely lack in all redeeming moral and social value,\' she retorted, jabbing her finger into his firmly muscled chest. She ignored the thrill that ran through her at the feel of his chest pressed to hers. She tried to push away the heat that seeped from his body into hers, serving only to make her hotter. She was trying desperately to block the growing need that was rising within her. The need brought on by his cruelly spoken words. She found it sick and perverse that he was bringing her desire to higher planes with his insults. It was bad enough that she didn\'t care for him under normal circumstances. She should not find herself even further attracted to him when being called names.

They stood practically toe to toe. The two of them glared at one another from only inches away. For the first time in her seven years at Hogwarts, Hermione saw something swirling in the depths of his eyes. Hunger. She broke out in a fine sweat.

\'All social and moral value?\' he queried, lifting a brow in curiosity. To drive his point home, he rolled his hips into her. She bit back the groan, but couldn\'t contain the shudder that rippled along her frame.

\'Well, almost all,\' she conceded, her eyes fluttering almost completely shut. But she caught herself, and they snapped open, blazing with fire. She wasn\'t about to let him take control that easily. He was almost smiling at her, his lips tilted up ever so slightly at the corners. He knew the effect he was having on her, it seemed. Time to even the playing field. She drew one finger tip along his chest, the nail dragging over his nipple with enough force to bring the tiny nub to a fine point. She saw the way his face faltered a moment and knew that she\'d had the effect on him she wanted. \'You are a horse\'s ass, Professor.\'

\'Yes, I am. But I\'m so bloody good at it,\' he snarled, one hand lifting from his side to seek out the length of her wild mane. The fingers twitched almost violently, as if fighting with themselves, before they slid into the silky mass. \'And you, Miss Granger, are now the biggest bane of my existence. Nothing more than a mere pimple on the face of society and I shall take great pleasure in...\'

\'Bloody hell!\' she spat. \'What are you trying to do? Talk me to death?\'

\'You domineering little chit!\' he snapped at her, both angered and pleased by her cheek. Before either registered what was happening, his hands had dragged her head closer to his. His lips crashed down over her own, finding them slightly parted with the next insult that would cross them. His tongue took the unwittingly offered advantage and plunged deep. She moaned almost instantly and pressed closer. Her hands found his waist, slipping behind his back to press his body closer to hers.

The feel of his thick erection prodding her belly nearly sent her into fits of orgasmic bliss. A whimper slithered out of her throat, which he willingly swallowed down. His mouth was possessive over hers, his tongue stroking the length of her own in a most masterful way. She almost melted into a puddle at his feet. Had not his hands been holding her up, she would have. Finally, she gathered some of her scattered wits and realized where she was and what she was doing. She was locked in a completely lusty embrace with Severus Snape. Potions Master of Hogwarts. Her husband. And she was very much enjoying it.

Her hands left his waist and moved up, until they curled about the edges of his robes. She pushed at them, forcing his hands from her head long enough to shove them from his shoulders and to the floor. She\'d had enough of the building desire. Even if he had no plans to use her body for release, she had no problems with the idea herself. She\'d find a way to make him see that the benefits would be mutual. She was going to put an end to the one upmanship that had been going on for the last week.

\'Oh, sod it all!\' she muttered under her breath. Her fingers had found the buttons on his frock coat, had shakingly tried slip them from the holes with no luck. After fumbling with three or four of them, she pulled away from him, her fingers curling into the opened lapels. Her arms jerked with a great amount of force. The sound of buttons plinking on the stone floor filled the air a moment or two. He glanced to the ruined front of his jacket, then looked to her.

\'You have destroyed my jacket. Those were...\' he began, but she leveled a gaze on him.

\'You\'re a Wizard. Spell them back into place,\' she replied forcibly. He saw the gleam in her eye and the almost smile curled his lips again for a moment or two, then his hands found the closure on her robes. He undid the garment, pushing it from her shoulders, before giving his full attention to the school jumper she wore. Patience, it seemed, was no more on his side than hers. A wave of his wand saw her divested of her clothing while she was still struggling with his trousers.

\'Before you further damage any more of my clothing,\' he snapped waspishly, though he meant no harm by it, drawing her attention to the larger of his two heads. It was simply his nature to be the snarky bastard, so she took no offense. His wand waved once again and all of his remaining clothes no longer remained. She stared at him as he stood naked before her, her eyes raking up and down his long frame slowly before settling on the swollen length of his erection, jutting proudly from the nest of curled hair at his crotch. She wasn\'t aware of the fact that she stuck her tongue out to lick and moisten her lips. He saw it, though, and the motion sent a tingling through out his entire body.

His hand curled about her arm as he turned, pulling her along with him when he strode across the floor and behind his desk. He settled into the chair, an old wingback of fine leather, positioning her in front of him. He looked her over with the appraising eye of an artist enjoying the finest piece of sculpture or painting in the world. His hands lifted, long fingered and broad palmed, to cup and tease her breasts. The ring he had given to her almost a week ago hung between them from a chain. He couldn\'t help but smile at this. His claim over her. He stared a moment, longer, then returned his attention to her luscious breasts. Her nipples were already hard, so he merely plucked them once or twice to gauge her reaction. She moaned softly, her eyes slipping shut.

One hand left her breasts, barely grazing her soft flesh as it slipped over her belly and between her thighs. The probing of a single finger told him that she was positively dripping with moisture. She was hot and wet and ready. And it was all for him. He smiled at this, both hands seeking out her waist. She started when his fingers curled about her, then he was lifting her rather easily into his lap.

She nearly screamed when he set her down on top of him, legs were spread wide and thrown over the arms of the chair. His cock slipped into her easily until he was buried balls deep inside of her. Her back arched at the invasion, thrusting her breasts out toward him. While his hands settled on her hips and stayed there, his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. When his teeth clamped down harshly, his hips bucked upward.

His hands urged her body up along the length of his shaft until only the very tip of him remained within her aching body. Then he dragged her down, slamming her onto his lap while his hips pumped himself up into her. Hard. She groaned loudly, her hands reaching out to steady herself on his shoulders. He noted vaguely somewhere in the back of his brain that she was not a virgin. Part of him was relieved that he didn\'t have that particular problem to deal with. Another part, smaller and further back in the deep recesses of his mind, wondered who had taken that from her. He was, for some reason, angered to know that some other man had been allowed to dip into the fiery center of her body before him.

For reasons unknown to him, his anger boiled over at this and his hips reacted accordingly. His fingers were curled harshly into her waist, lifting her up and down on top of him while he drove into her deep and hard. He knew, on a subconscious level, that he was using his cock to chastise her. He couldn\'t stop himself, though. As unexplainable as it was, he was somewhat disappointed that his wife was not a virgin.

His hips pounded up into her with long, hard thrusts that saw him fully imbedded each and every time. She panted loudly with each deep movement, her eyes closed. He had long since released her breast to watch her face. His head was rested back against the chair, his lids lowered over eyes smoky with desire. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, his hips driving into her again and again. He loved watching them ride up and down with each of his powerful hip rolls. He wanted to punish her for not being a virgin, as well as find the quickest release he could. He\'d been in painful need all day, and no one had seemed to be capable of offering up the cure. Until now.

Hermione groaned and moaned into the silence of the office. Her nails were digging into his shoulders, gouging his skin as she felt him shift in and out of her. He was large and thick, stretching her walls almost painfully to accommodate him. It was such a heavenly feeling after nearly a week of wanting. She worked at sliding herself up and down on him, feeling the immense pressure of a building orgasm. She knew that the past few days of suffering the lust spell were taking their toll on her system. A few more good thrusts and he was going to throw her over the edge into full blown ecstacy.

She felt one of his hands slip from her hips to flutter over her belly. The light sensation was enough to throw her muscles into pre-orgasm clenching. His groan rolled across the room like a tidal wave, his cock held tightly by her gripping walls. Before she could regain some of her equilibrium, his fingers slipped between them, grazing over the sensitized nub with the barest of caresses. Her body tensed immediately, spiralling out of control and into full orgasm. Her mouth dropped open, a cry falling out of it.

The feel of her clenched so tightly around him, the sound of her raw and ragged voice filling the room was all the incentive Severus needed to begin a more thorough pounding. His hips slammed up into her, his cock driving deep each and every thrust. She rode him, slid up and down his swelling length of her own accord. The hand that had slid between them moved back to her hips, and both extremities curled tightly about her so that he could hold her to him when he shoved into her. He paused on each thrust, leaving himself buried completely within her.

He was on the edge of orgasm, his body strung tight with need. The knot in his spine was about to explode. He redoubled his efforts, needing the blissful feeling of release and relief. Now each thrust was hard and fast. She gasped for air, her body still fluttering with her orgasm. He gave one final shove, drove himself deeply into her. She practically screamed into the room as he felt the wave of orgasm overwhelm him. He errupted within her, hot jets of his seed pumping into her as his hips strove to milk every last drop from his body with her own.

Gradually, the two of them stilled, Hermione still sitting in his lap. His hands left her hips to seek out her hair. His fingers entwined in her sweat dampened locks to drag her mouth to his once more. His kiss was one of possession, his tongue thrusting into her mouth without invitation. She sighed at the feel, pressing closer to him. The movement brought to her attention that, though he had just filled her with his seed, he was still quite hard within her. A wicked smile lifted her lips and she wiggled about his lap suggestively. \' I think, Proffesor, that I am in need of more detention. I don\'t think I\'ve learned my lesson.\'

\'That is very plain to see, Miss Granger,\' his tone was smooth as melted ice cream and just as delicious. Hermione shuddered, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head. The man had a seriously dangerous voice. Severus stood, not bothering to dislodge her from his lap. He strolled almost slowly across the floor, his cock shifting within her body with each step. She whimpered, her arms and legs locking about him to keep from slipping off of him. His hands were now cupping her bottom, holding her up. He kicked at a small stone on the floor, triggering a hidden door. It opened into the personal study in his chambers.

Hermione had seen his sitting room before. It was a rather impersonal room, furnished with comfortable furniture and containing small items to make it look like a home. But it lacked personality. It wasn\'t Snape. This office was. The desk was dark wood, with towering bookshelves on the walls. Every one of them was filled with ancient tomes that covered a wide range of topics. A cushiony, worn old chair sat behind the desk. Small trinkets, personal items that were associated with Slytherin House or Potions, were scattered about the room to give it a more personal feel. She didn\'t get to see anymore of the room, as he went straight through.

They moved into a darkened hallway. To his left, only a few feet up, was the door to the sitting room she had been in only a week ago. Only a handful of paces up and on the right was the doorway to his bedchambers. He pushed the door open with his foot, telling Hermione that it was not pulled flush. He carried her to the bed, settling her on the thick mattress on her back. He was still buried within her, still hard and throbbing. She glanced up at him, her eyes gone almost black with need. \'Pond scum,\' she jibed.

\'Ignorant little chit,\' he whispered a moment before his lips claimed hers once again. Her body arched up into his as he shifted, closing the distance between them and driving his cock deeper into her body. She shuddered beneath him, her body hungrily clutching at his own. She\'d never experienced anything like this before in her life. His hands skimmed up her legs, his touch butterfly soft, stopping a moment to cup the curve of her hips. Then they followed the same path down until they came to her knees. Here, they stopped and curled under the bend.

When he pushed her legs forward so that they lay over her chest, he slipped deeper into her. Her eyes went wide, then she moaned at the change of position and the increase in pressure it brought. He smirked at her, then slowly withdrew. He planned on making this time last. Not that he didn\'t like a good quickie as much as the next man. But he had satisfied himself with the last bout of sex, and this time he would take the time to pleasure the both of them.

He rolled his hips forward, sliding his length deeply into her body. She shuddered and moaned, her eyes closing with the feel. He took the opportunity to study her at his leisure. Her face had thinnned since her first days in the school, and she now managed to somewhat tame her hair. Her eyes were shaped curiously like almonds, though one would never notice unless they looked at her for some time and caught her with them shut. As they were now with pleasure. Her complexion was clear, almost peaches and cream. It went well with the golden brown mass of hair on her head.

She had gained some height, and while she was not as tall as he, she stood only about half a foot taller than he did. Her limbs were long and sleek, reminding him of some great hunting cat. His eyes latched onto her breasts, watching them bounce back and forth with his long, slow thrusts into her welcoming flesh. They were not overly large, but they were not small, either. Something he\'d never noticed under the layers of her school uniforms before. Her nipples, tightened and standing up straight, were dusty rose in color. Simply looking at them had his mouth watering. Severus had to tear his gaze away from them so he could study the rest of her body.

Her abdomen was relatively flat, only the slightest bit of a rounding at her belly. He liked the way it looked, as if she cared nothing for the opinions of others. From conversations he\'d overheard between some of the less intellegent of the female student body, not being trim and shapely was some sort of crime a woman committed. Punishable by a fate worse than death. Any woman accused of being heavy and overweight was immediately ostracized. In his oh so humble opinion, those women were completely lacking in anything resembling intellegence and common sense. Which pretty much extended to every member of the student body, male and female alike. He wouldn\'t get started on the rest of humanity at present.

His gaze was dragged back to the soft body beneath him when her hands found his. He looked up to find her staring at him, the need plain to read in her eyes. She brought his hands up and settled them on her breasts, wordlessly encouraging him to touch her as he would. He needed no other encouragement. His hands flexed, curving over the twin globes now in his possession. She moaned softly, her fingers travelling up his arms to find his shoulders. From there, they travelled down his back with ghostly caresses that had him gritting his teeth, holding himself back to keep from once more pounding into her. Her fingers finally found came to their destination, curling over the taut planes of his bum.

Severus lost the capability for rational thought, his mind now given over to the pleasure skirling up through his body. His nerve endings were alive with the feel of her wrapped about him. She was tight against his probing erection, her muscles clenching over him as if to keep him there. The feeling was beyond exquisite. Each dip into her molten core was as if he were stroking the fires of hell. She was hot and wet and tight and it was making him mad. He wanted to spill himself within her now and yet he wanted this feeling to go on for the rest of his days. It felt good and oh so right to be sliding his thick, straining cock in and out of Hermione\'s body.

\'Please,\' her voice was a strained whisper in the silence of the room. He brought his black gaze to her face and found her staring at him. He could read the desperation and need in her eyes so clearly.

\'Please, what?\' his voice was little more than a verbal caress, sending her off into shuddering fits of bliss. Her fingernails curled into the muscles of his arse, squeezing him as she struggled to maintain her control. He watched her as she struggled to make her lips work, to make some sound other than gasping moans slip past them. Sweat layered her brow, her cheeks starting to pinken with the beginnings of her next release.

\' I need....\' she panted. \' I need... need...\' her voice failed her and a cry left her lips when he circles his hips lazily. He was fairly certain he knew what she needed. And he would have it from her. But he would make it all the more difficult for her to say it to him. Her muscles clamped down on him as he shifted within her, inching forward slowly to fill her.

\'You need what, Hermione?\' he asked, her name so soft on his lips, it fluttered over her skin and brought gooseflesh up where ever it touched. She shuddered beneath him violently, her eyes flying open to find his. Never had she heard him use her name before. Now, with his soft voice little more than a gentle caress to her over sensitized nerves, it was as if his words were fingers. His sentence ghosted over her skin, sending her muscles into a pre-orgasmic tightening like she\'d never known. He felt every inch of her clench beneath him, and he took the opportunity to flex his hips, driving himself in and out of her eager body yet again.

\' I need you!\' she moaned softly, then sighed when one hand plucked at the tightened nipple beneath it. Her body pulsed around his, letting him know wordlessly that she was on the very cusp of orgasm. It wouldn\'t take him much prodding and poking to bring the event to the surface. So he simply slowed his pace and held himself back. His hips moved with less frequency, even though he went deep with each forward thrust. \'Oh gods! Don\'t stop. Please!\' she wailed

\'Please what, Hermione?\' he asked her, his hips rocking against hers gently. His cock went deep, pressing up against her cervix. She whimpered, her hips shifting beneath his in an attempt to gain that which she craved so desperately.

\' I need you,\' she told him, her voice nothing more than a soft whisper in the room. He heard the plain need in it, though. The undertones of wistful urgency. As if she thought their joining was nothing more than a dream that would deny her the ultimate staisfaction. \'Please, Severus. I need you,\' it was made as a simple statement that held all the complexities of the universe in it. He didn\'t stop to consider what those might possibly be. He simply gave her what she wanted. Himself.

His hips rocked forward with increased speed, though his depth didn\'t change. Her body tightened about him, even though he was simply thrusting in and out of her body with increased fervor. Her muscles were fluttering wildly, clamping down on his invading erection as she arched her hips up into his. She was so very close to the edge, and he wanted nothing more than to hold it back from her. He stopped thinking on it and set his mind to prolonging her impending orgasm as long as he could.

His head dipped, his lips claiming hers to deliver a slow, passionate kiss. Their mouths entangled, pressing against each other with growing hunger. She moaned and whimperened beneath him, her hands clawing at his buttocks, silently urging him to increase his speed. He steadfastly ignored her, and the growing knot at the base of his spine. He was not going to spill himself into her yet. Not until he\'d shown her that he was a master at more than just Potions.

His tongue delved between her lips, sliding along her own to probe the velvety depths of the hot cavern. She moaned around it, sending pleasurable vibrations along his nerves and down to his very toes. His hips surged forward harshly, shoving himself into her. She arched beneath him, her breasts pressed to the sweat slicked expanse of his chest. He could feel the slow tightening of her muscles, the way her fluttering pussy clenched at his cock almost painfully. He wouldn\'t think about how much of this was potion induced and how much was actually Hermione herself. He would only enjoy the feel of her wrapped so tightly about him, clutching at him with blatant need.

His mouth left hers, moving down over her cheek and chin to her throat. His teeth locked onto the skin there, leaving a faint bruise that marked her as his own as surely as the ring that lay crushed between them. Slowly, so very slowly, he sped up. His hips slapped hers with more force, his stiffened length driving into her with what felt like impossibly deep strokes. As if he were delving deeper than previously. She moaned loudly, her hands moving from his buttocks to his shoulders and into his hair. Her fingers, shaking ever so slightly, twisted into the long length of raven tresses on his head to pull his mouth even closer to her heated flesh. His tongue laved a trail from the bruise to her breast, sliding over her shoulder and up the mound with terribly slow, precise movements that left her panting for air and nearly pulling his hair from his scalp.

\'Gods, Severus!\' she gasped as her hips slammed up into his. Her voice was breathy as she begged for release with her two barely audible words. He couldn\'t hold himself back much longer and instinct took over. His hips ground against hers as he thrust into her with long, fast strokes. Her nails scored his scalp, her mouth searching for some part of him to latch onto. He started when he felt her teeth close over his shoulder, but soon the slight pain from the bite had him pounding his hips to hers. Their panting breaths filled the silence of the still room, flesh slapping flesh underscoring the sound.

He groaned to feel her clutch at him while his cock pistoned in and out of her body. The knot was tight, speaking of imminent release. He only wanted to bring her over the edge once more before allowing himself the same. He reared up over her, staring down at her while he pounded into her time and again. Her face was flushed, layered with sweat. Hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were slitted open and she stared back at him. Never once looking away from her, he began to slam into her. Thrusts that were hard and deep brought soft pants and faint groans to the surface. He could feel her tensing about him. It had him redoubling his efforts.

Skin met skin with fierce slapping noises, bodies straining against one another as moans and groans and panting breath filled the air. Hermione couldn\'t take her eye from the piercing black gaze of her teacher and husband. There was something hypnotising about them, as if she were staring into the eyes of a snake. His hands never touched her, yet she felt the tightening of muscles as surely as if he had. The muscled walls of her pussy clamped down around his thick shaft, holding him in place for several long moments as her she went over the edge. Her body seemed to shatter beneath him, into thousands of glimmering pieces as her orgasm poured through her. A high, keening wail left her throat as she came around him, her muscles clenched so tightly that it felt as if she would never release him. Then the tension eased some and he once more thrust himself into her.

The knot expanded at the same time his cock did, swelling to epic proportions that would see him mindless in a matter of seconds. He grunted as he shoved himself deep. The knot unravelled, releasing the built up tension there. He exploded within her, the head of his erection pressed tightly to the entrance to her womb. She cried out beneath him as he swelled and filled her at once. It took several smaller, slower thrusts to see him completely drained of his seed. When he was finally still, he lay on top of her, pressing the two of them down into the softness of the mattress.

The two lay there for some time, gasping for breath and not moving. Finally, Hermione sighed and drew him even closer. Her tongue darted out to lick at his throat, lapping away the accumulated sweat. \'Fuck me. I never knew you had it in you,\' she commented dryly. The silent shaking of his shoulders was her first reply. When he had himself under control, he lifted his head to look at her with a straight face.

\' I never thought to have it in you,\' he told her. She stared a moment, then broke into fits of laughter as it came to her that he had just made a joke. He gave her that almost smile, then drew her closer to him for a time, simply content to hold her in his embrace. That is, until his mind unfogged from the pleasure sensory overload and he realized just what he\'d been doing. And with whom. Then he could worry about it. For now, it felt good to simply lay there with the annoying girl in his arms.

He had time to deal with repercussions later.

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It was late when the portrait swung closed behind her. Very late. In fact, she ahd caught a glimpse of the clock on Severus\' mantel on her way out. It had been nearly three thirty when she\'d crept from his rooms. The time had been spent.... amicably. She was now exhausted and worn, sore in more places than between her thighs, and she wished for nothing more than the comfort and solace of her bed. She could think on what she\'d done in the light of the day. Which would be up any time now. It was a damn good thing it was Sunday, or she\'d be a mess for classes.

The fire was low, mostly just glowing embers in the hearth, but she didn\'t need the light to see by. She could find her way to her rooms in the dark. And that was her plan, until the word \'Lumos\' filled the silence and a wand flared to life. \'Where have you been, `Mione?\' the voice startled her as she snuck into the Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione looked up to see both Ron and Harry sitting on the couch, watching her closely. She felt herself blushing, then groaned heavily when the two of them took in her disheveled appearance. Both young men lifted a brow in her direction. \' I... erm,\' she stammered, trying to come up with a plausible explanation for her late arrival in the Tower and her completely wrecked appearance.

\'You look as if you\'ve been with a bloke, Hermione. Who is it?\' Harry asked sharply, his Seeker\'s gaze seeing more than she liked.

\'Yeah, Hermione. Who is he? Who are you shagging?\' Ron asked with deadly intent. Hermione froze, wondering if she could hex her way out of it.

Shite, but she was in such trouble....

end chapter nine.
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thanks to all my readers. any mistakes are my own, as this is all unbeta-ed.

to BJ: glad you like it. get back on that chair. i won\'t be responsible for you injuring yourself.

to Red: here you go. more. does this satisfy? and you\'d best keep your muse away from mine. mine is delicate and needs tender nurturing.

to:alicat999: me? tease you? would i do something so evil, my dear? so....Slytherin? i must go, i hear the Master calling....

to Velvetina: nope, didn\'t drop off the earth. just working on three fics at once and keeping the other evil plot bunnies in line is time consuming.

to Louise: here you go. more. just not quick. sorry, but i hope this makes up for it.

to Jul: glad you like it. this is my first attempt at the good old Severus/Hermione ship. i hope it works for you.

to Echo: thanks, dear. i\'m glad to know that you liked it.

to Bambu: no more tottering on the brink. it be over now. at least, until later.... i\'m sure they\'ll be at it again. they seem to have a really big hate/hate relationship

to Emily: ok, here you go. does this make up for the evil cliffie?

to Mae: it is fun to write the ust... but then the story would get really slow and boring, wouldn\'t it? maybe....

to Deb: thank you for the kind words. a FANTASTIC chapter? i don\'t know about that, but thank you anyway. i hope this lives up to your expectations.

to Amber: Harry and Ron will find out. eventually. then it should get fun again. but here you go. enjoy.

to mariteri: i\'m blushing here. thank you for such kind words. i\'m glad you really enjoy this story. i do try to get the emotions down. to make it feel right. i hope that this works for you.

to SeverusSnape: i\'m an evil person? thank you, my dear. i hope your mouth feels better. if not, i hope this chapter helps.