Storing Up Trouble

Pinkwands: Yes, well he is acting like one now... I thought it was funny to.

SorceressFujin: Smut in this one. Snape smut at that!

angel: Molly is a matriarch, she's bound to scare a grown man... woe betide Lucius Malfoy that's all I can say... as for Tonks...

Lexy: Here is the update with some Snape smut in it.

Anon: Glad you like it.

Citten: Ah! Yes, the unprotected sex... hmm, yeah! Yep, Hermione will be the most protected of students, you got that right.

Megan Consoer: Here is more.

sbrande: It was your multiple reviews that got me back to this story. So, here is what happens in the bedroom and the morning after... glad this story and others of mine interest you.

The title of this chapter is taken from a Nightwish Lyric from a song called Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean. There is also a lyric that goes like this... 'There shall the liquid give him power: The red eyed unborn Lord!' It always makes me think of Lord Voldemort's rebirth... the album was out years before GoF...

Seduction Beauty and Scorn

Hermione looked down at Severus as he was on his knees. He was in a position that, to anyone observing them; he would look like he was in abject servitude to her. She giggled silently at the thought that she could order him to bow and kiss her feet, and she smirked wickedly at the thought of turning him into her slave. He kissed and sucked her breasts with absolute tenderness. Hermione wrapped her hands around his head and encouraged him to continue through her heavy moans. He wrapped his hands around her bum and squeezed her cheeks together.

“I intend to cleanse you of that monster, my Lady.”

“Sir Knight, thou dost indeed service me with thy tongue pleasingly. Mayest my mouth have thy tongues ministrations?” Hermione asked.

“My Lady,” Snape said in a dark tone, “I would but thy creamy flesh dost indeed need more attending to. Be patient, my Lady. I shall attend to thy mouth soon enough.”

Hermione grinned and then said imperiously:

“I await impatiently for thy tongue to wrap its deliciousness around mine.”

Severus rolled his eyes and smirked as he continued sucking at her rounded flesh on her stomach and pinching her bum, Hermione closed her eyes and let him continue. She was getting a little impatient though. She had been turned on by this man often enough by their meetings in the store cupboard. She never thought that when she stole from him in her second year, she would actually steal HIM in there.

His hands wondered up her ass and stroked her spine. Hermione shivered under his touch. She fluttered her eyes open as she observed her lover looking up at her with eyes so black that she was sure that there was no shade to describe it. His mouth was slightly parted. And he pushed her closely to him. She squeaked slightly at the suddenness of the movement.

He smiled as he tilted his head and nuzzled her breasts with his nose before he wrapped his tongue around one of her dark nipples. They glowed with the moonlight streaming in the window.

He suckled one and then attended to the other. Hermione threw her head back and let his tongue continue its teasing, but ever so delicious torture on her body. He then got up on his feet and licked a trail up to her throat where he spotted the mark that he had been marking her with for some time.

His hands were now entwined in her mass of Grecian locks. He wrapped as many of the coils as he could in each of his long, sinewy fingers. He opened his mouth and bit into the mark again, causing her to scream. He sucked at the bite and tasted the tang of her blood on his tongue. He was certainly no vampire, despite rumour. But he did somehow like the taste of blood mixed with sweat. His hands were now supporting her drooping head.

She had to support her head somehow, as it seemed any looser and it would fall off. She threw her head forward and it drooped over his shoulder. She started to pet his shoulder blade with hot lazy kisses. He started to growl, as he felt her hot little mouth caress his flesh. She placed light feathery kisses up to his neck. He held her tightly to his body. Hermione stopped when she noticed a scar crossed diagonally down his back. She traced the huge scar with her fingers causing him to shiver against her.

“How did you get that scar, Severus?” she asked in a concerned voice.

“That? Oh don’t worry about it,” Severus said. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” she asked with an edge in her voice that made Severus wince.

“I got that for saving Potter’s life on his first Quidditch match,” he mumbled. “Like I said it’s nothing.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and took his shoulders with both her hands as she stepped slightly away from him to look into his eyes.

“It’s something, Severus,” she murmured. She dropped her hands and took his hands in hers. She led him to the bed and she sat down and leant back; her tenacious hold on his hands caused him to follow. “As are you.”

He sighed and closed his eyes before looking down at the beautiful young woman under him. She blinked and stroked his chest, where he was decorated with more scars. Severus tried not to get her to see them.

“What are all these for?” she asked.

“They are for various misconducts and inappropriate behaviour,” he said. “This one was for saving your life the night in the Shrieking Shack.”

“MY life?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, and for threatening you with suspension and not expulsion,” he said blushing.

Hermione’s eyes widened. She leant up and licked the scar up and down. He groaned and held her head there with his hands. He loved the way this young woman made him feel with just a small touch.

“Who told on you?” she asked.

“Wormtail,” he said with venom in his voice.

“I wonder why Potter Sr and Black ever liked that,” Hermione said with matching venom.

“Beats me,” Severus said with a shrug, “I suppose with those two it didn’t matter as long as you weren’t Slytherin.”

“Bigoted idiots,” Hermione muttered, as her tongue found it’s way to another of the multitude of the scars he had received for so-called betrayal. She was fuming, if only Harry could see exactly how much this man had suffered for him – for them – then maybe he’d grow up.

Severus loved her licking his wounds, and strangely enough even though most of them had stopped hurting him a long time ago he felt that he was being healed with each suck and lick that his lover was giving to him.

He let her mouth rove and explore his body. He loved her inquisitive nature and knew that she would be so in all areas. He kept lacing her hair in his fingers; he doubted that his hands would ever be free again. He smirked at the idea of them being forced to copulate for eternity; he felt like doing that. Even though they hadn’t joined yet.

Severus mildly scowled at that. She was being so sweet though in her gentleness and soothing that he didn’t really want her to stop. She was healing him more than she knew.

He sighed as he tried to free his hands from her hair. He smiled, as he slightly pushed her away from trying to lick a scar that was adorning his neck. He looked down into her large caring eyes.

“You’re turn,” he said silkily in a tone that subdued her struggling. She leant her head back and he started sucking at the base of her silky throat. She sighed. What she really wanted was his tongue to slide in her mouth and to kiss wildly, and passionately. She wanted to let loose and abandon everything; including the rulebook.

She clutched onto his hair and pulled it. He winced but she wasn’t sorry. Her hands travelled down his lithe, muscle toned hairless back and grabbed a tight hold on his sexy butt; a butt she had often tried to get surreptitious glimpses of in Potions and DADA since her fourth year. He would never know that, however. She pulled him up with such strength he opened his eyes and they were sparkling with the moons reflection bouncing off them.

“Kiss me!” she demanded in a hungry lust filled tone. He smirked dangerously. He leant his head down and nipped at her full lower lip causing her to open her mouth wide. He took full advantage of this; and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

As soon as his tongue met hers she dug her nails into his scalp ferociously. He growled inside her mouth as her sweet little tongue practically dominated his as he kissed her thoroughly; ravishing every corner of her mouth he could.

She returned the gesture and explored inside his hot, wonderful mouth. The mouth that had consumed her since his first year speech; he certainly ensnared her senses. He had bewitched her mind long ago. She added a line to that speech that no first year should hear... he could also seduce the body.

Hermione leant down on the mattress spreading her legs and clamping him between her thighs. She felt his engorged member pushing against her vagina. He broke the kiss; he released her hair from his tenacious grip and cupped her cheeks in his hands and stroked her face tenderly with his fingers.
“Never have I ever felt about anyone than I feel about you, Hermione,” he murmured. He kissed her lips.

“Severus,” she purred.

He felt her vagina become wetter and warmer as he stroked it with his member that was getting bigger with the thought. He gently eased himself into her and she grasped hold of his shoulder blades scraping her nails down his biceps as he thrust forward into her.

She hissed as he continued thrusting. He became slightly harder and slightly faster with each and every thrust. She thrust her hips forward and met him thrust for thrust. She felt so good and she was his equal in this too, as she was in others.

Hermione’s face started to shine from perspiration and sweat began dripping down Severus back. Hermione’s hands slipped several times trying to get a hold of him in her hands. This is what she had really been wanting since he first kissed her in the store cupboard.

He stroked down her warm back as she thrust onto him. She attended to him so lovingly; Severus didn’t think that this was sex, this was making love; the ultimate seduction. He looked down into her eyes and she nodded. It was clear that they were both ready to orgasm. He stroked her hair away from her face and smiled.

He impaled himself deep into her body and he felt her legs shudder over him as she threw her head back on the mattress yelling his name as he gave her, her first true orgasm.

She arched her back up and pushed down onto him and screamed her name as he felt his seed enter into her unprotected womb.

“Hermione,” he panted. “Oh Merlin save me from you.”

Hermione felt like screaming from the rooftops about how wonderful her lover was. Severus collapsed on top of her breathing heavily in her ear.

“I haven’t felt this good since I correctly brewed my first potion,” Hermione whispered stroking his hair.

“No, nor I!” Severus exclaimed. He rolled off her and settled by her side. He picked up a few pillows and tucked them under their heads as he dragged the duvet over their naked, sweaty, heaving bodies. He stroked her side and pecked her on the cheek before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

~*~*~

They awoke with the smell of bacon wafting through the cracks in the floor and the door. Hermione blinked and she turned around and saw Severus was sleeping peacefully by her side a smile on his face. It lessened his sharp features, and he appeared so much younger and more carefree. She looked at his lashes. They were long, dark, and strangely feminine. Hermione giggled at the thought of Severus wearing mascara. He’d suit being a Goth; he was practically there.

He fluttered his eyelashes open and she could see his eyes were still covered with sleep. She brushed her fingertips along his eyes to clear it away. He smirked at her.

“Good morning,” he said in his deep voice. Hermione swooned.

“Morning, Severus,” she sighed before resorting to a small giggling fit.

It was interrupted by Ginny storming in the room. The young girls eyes widened.

“Mum said that breakfast’s nearly ready,” Ginny said stiffly. She raked her eyes over Snape’s chest. She then turned to Hermione and raised an eyebrow; a corner of her mouth twisted in a smirk, Hermione knew Ginny would want ALL the gossip.

Hermione was about to get out of bed and find a robe to put on. Severus laid a hand on hers and she turned around. Hermione could not believe that this – this – Zeus was hers.

“Marry me,” he said.

“Definitely,” she murmured.

She let the cover fall off her body and she got up and walked up to her packing chest. She opened it and scrambled around to find a blue kaftan her mother had bought her to lounge about in. She threw it over her head and then she put some thick socks and slippers on.

Severus watched her with great interest. Last night was sublime. He smiled as he laced his fingers together and set them behind his head.

“I’ll tell Molly you’re still asleep,” she said, she walked out of the door and blew him a kiss.

She walked out of the door and was immediately assaulted by Ginny who had a wide grin plastered on her face. Hermione blinked. What had Severus done? She shrugged her shoulders before they walked down the stairs. Ginny linked her arm through Hermione’s and they sat down next to each other.

“Where’s Severus?” Molly asked. At the sound of his mother using HIS first name, Ron’s head shot straight up and he glared at her. “You can stop that, Ronald Weasley. After what he did last night I could not very well expect him to go home. I invited him to stay the night.”

“He’s asleep,” Hermione said. “After Ginny informed me breakfast was ready I quickly got dressed and walked to Percy’s old room and knocked on the door and walked in. He was sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him. But I left a quick note.”

“Good,” Molly said in an approving voice. Ginny stared at Hermione with her mouth wide open. Since when has Hermione learnt to lie without blushing?

Right on cue Severus walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a black robe tied at the waist and Hermione glimpsed at boxers underneath. She smiled with relief. That was for her eyes only. Although she would have loved Harry and Ron’s reaction to the sight of his manhood... let them make fun of THAT if they could!

He walked up to Hermione and rubbed her shoulders, he leant down and bit into some of her toast after kissing her on the cheek. She smirked at him as he slipped into the chair beside her. He grabbed hold of her knee under the table.

“Severus!” Molly snapped. “What have I told you about under the table shenanigans?”

“How does she do it?” he asked conversationally.

“You’ll get used to it,” Ginny said. “It’s amazing that Fred and George get away with what they do and the amount of times they do.”

Severus looked at the amount of food that was being piled onto his plate and realised he needed feeding. Last night did take it out of him rather.

He tucked into the delights of Molly’s cooking and eventually after feeling sated enough, he sat back and flung an arm around Hermione’s shoulders.

“I can hug her at the table can’t I?” he asked rather playfully. Molly narrowed her eyes and muttered something about men.

Hermione settled into his embrace. She already missed his arms, and she could not wait to sample that mouth again.

“Do you mind?” Ron asked testily.

“No, not at all,” Severus replied.

Ron narrowed his eyes at his former Professor and (in his opinion) murderer.

“How you think you’re worthy of her I’ll never know.”

“Ron,” Hermione said, “I understand that I hurt you. And I know why, but please leave him out of it. If you want to give me an earful do not do so in front of him.”

“That’s all right, Hermione, Weasley has been giving me an earful all the time.”

“You hate her!” Ron exclaimed fiercely.

“Never really hated her, Weasley,” Snape said. “I thought we explained the situation to you.”

Ron scowled at them both. His blue eyes turned to ice in their direction. She returned a look of indifference. Hermione ate her breakfast and when they were both finished properly they drew their chairs back and he helped her up with his hand, and he raised it to kiss the back of hers. He smiled and walked up the stairs. Leaving a very dreamy Hermione. She began playing around with her kaftan distractedly.

“Wow,” Ginny said. “I’ve never seen you look like this with ANYONE... so, what’s he like as a kisser?”

Hermione’s mouth smiled involuntarily. “Meet me in my bedroom in ten minutes, Gin.”

She turned to Molly, and Molly looked at the young woman shrewdly.

“Ginny, Ron, go and get dressed – Hermione and I need to talk.”

Ginny frowned. Why couldn’t she hear this conversation? She was not a child anymore. Ron decided he had heard and seen enough. Giving Hermione a decidedly frosty look he ambled up the stairs bumping into a sleepy eyed Harry.

“I wouldn’t bother, mate,” Ron said. “Mum wants to talk to Hermione, alone.”

“Hermione got back? Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“Maybe because Snape came with her and stayed the night,” Ron said sourly. “He just ate breakfast in a black robe showing his chest and he sat there as cool as ice; pretending it wasn’t indecent. Ginny was staring at it!”

Harry scowled. “Was she?”

“Oh don’t worry,” Ron said his voice dripping with disdain, “he only has eyes and hands for Hermione.”

Harry’s scowl deepened even further. He patted Ron on the arm and walked back up the stairs.

~*~*~

“Separate bedrooms, Hermione, does not mean that you sneak into his or he into yours when our backs turned.”

Hermione tried to look innocent but it was of no use on the older more experienced woman.

“We couldn’t hold it off, Mrs Weasley, I love him.”

Molly shook her head and sighed. “That maybe the case but there are still minors in this house. Ginny doesn’t need any more encouragement. And her blasted engagement has already turned her into more of a madam than she was before.”


“WHAT?” Hermione asked, losing her grip on the back of the chair.

“She’s engaged to Harry,” Molly sighed.

Hermione could not have been happier. She’d have to get some juicy details out of her friend.

“Excellent,” Hermione said. “Before you explode your cauldron, Mrs Weasley, my mum was engaged to my dad when she was sixteen.”

Molly sniffed and she took one look at Hermione’s abdomen, and aimed her wand at her belly. The tip of the wand glowed blue, the brightest blue possible.

“Unprotected at that?” Molly asked.

Hermione blinked before realising the woman had gone back to the original topic.

“I wanted to, but he said no,” she said. “He wanted it to break all the rules and unconfined. We did protect the room from the sounds, though.”

Molly sighed. She had hoped that if even Hermione could not contain all her hormones, Severus would be able to.

“Well,” Molly said. “I suggest you and Snape find somewhere to live safely. In nine months you’re going to be a mother.”

Hermione fainted.

A/N - So, there at last some Snape smut in this particular story. Hope you liked it. I also hope you like Hermione's reaction to her being pregnant... but who is the father?