It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 9 ~ Desire and Restraint

Hermione lay beneath Severus, caught up in a thousand different emotions as she felt the wizard’s cock sheathed snugly inside her, his mouth warm and gentle against hers, the weight and heat of his hard, lean body a balm for her own.

Severus was going through his own set of emotions. Hermione’s inner warmth was tight and sweet around him, the soft curves of her body beneath his a welcome respite. This was no one night interlude with a randy, willing witch. This was the beginning of something more…a long thought of but impossible to believe dream moving to the edge of his reality. A witch of his own that he could relate to and respect, almost his intellectual equal, a woman who could help him and challenge him. He knew he would not tire of the inquisitive, brilliant witch.

Yes, there were some obstacles. Voldemort being first and foremost, then the opinions of others. Severus knew he could weather the storm of controversy, accusations and judgments…but could Hermione? Would she be strong enough to stay with him? He looked down at her, the witch’s eyes softly glowing with passion and need. Again he was struck by how beautiful she was…it was a beauty that lay beneath the skin. He had heard of inner beauty, but this was the first time the wizard ever saw it for himself.

“Does it still hurt?’ he asked Hermione softly.

“Stings a little,” she whispered up at him, feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed that he had her in such a position. That she had asked him for this. He was her teacher for gods’ sake. What must he think of her?

Hermione turned her face away from the wizard. Severus saw the change in her eyes and knew something wasn’t right. She most likely wouldn’t tell him what was wrong.

“Legilimens,” Severus said, entering her mind and seeing her thoughts. Scowling, he stopped the spell and turned her face back toward him.

”I think,” he said, “that you are beautiful, passionate and driven. I think you have given me something precious and wonderful. I think you the most intelligent, brilliant young witch I have ever met, and I think I am the luckiest wizard on the planet at this moment. I know what it is to desire something so greatly I would do almost anything to achieve it, Hermione. You followed your heart…your heart is what made this happen. I find nothing wrong with that, witch. Nothing at all.”

Hermione looked up at him.

“Honestly, Severus?” she asked him, her voice trembling.

“Honestly. I will never lie to you,” he said sincerely.

He meant it.

Hermione looked up at Severus gratefully, her conscience eased and her body flaring up again. She wanted to feel him.

“The pain is gone,” she breathed.

The Potions Master’s eyes went hot, and once again he reminded himself that Hermione was new to this, and no matter how delicious she felt, he would have to maintain control. Watching Hermione’s face, he slowly pulled back, his cock sliding through her softness, the witch’s mouth making an “O” as he did so. Then he eased back, biting his lip against the tightness of her pussy sliding over him.

“Oh gods, that feels so good,” Hermione moaned as he returned to her. Severus’ nostrils flared, as he withdrew and entered her again, Hermione’s mouth dropping, her head leaning back into the pillow with pleasure.

“You’re so big, Professor…oh…oh…” the witch groaned, her voice shuddering as she arched up against him. He didn’t care she used his title. She wasn’t thinking now

Severus let out his own groan as he looked down on the passionate witch, watching her face contort with bliss as he slowly and gently thrust inside her, his cock parting her wet sleeve over and over again. The wizard shifted his hips slightly to change his angle, the change making Hermione gasp in delight and lock her legs around his lower back.

“Damn,” Severus breathed, holding steady, his every stroke focused on giving Hermione the greatest pleasure. The witch was clinging to him now, arms and legs entwined around his pale body as he flexed into her. He lowered his mouth to hers and possessed it, his tongue now immersed in her heat as well. She tasted, sounded and felt like heaven. It was so hard to keep from driving into her like a madman…but he held on, determined the witch would have a good experience she could handle. He was receiving pleasure as well.

This was the first time Severus had ever put a witch’s physical needs before his own. But then again, Hermione was the first virgin he had ever had. This was a gift she gave him, and he didn’t want to abuse it. Abuse her.

Hermione was far from being abused. Gods, Severus felt so good, holding her, kissing her, stroking into her ache, closer to her than anyone had ever been. She didn’t know sex would feel so good. Yet as the wizard moved inside her, sighing gently into her mouth, she had a feeling that he wasn’t getting as much out of this as she was. She pulled away from his lips, her eyes smoky as she looked up at him.

“There’s more isn’t there?” she gasped up at Severus, whose dark eyes smoldered down at her. “You aren’t doing this like you want to. I can tell.”

Severus stopped moving.

“This is about you, witch. It’s good to you, isn’t it?” he asked her.

“No…it’s about us…not me,” she said, pushing her hips upward, making the wizard groan as she slid up around his cock. Circe.

“I want you to feel good too,” the witch said.

“You feel exquisite, Hermione. You do make me feel good,” the wizard assured her. Hermione’s brow furrowed.

“I know you do more than this…it can be better for you,” she said insistently.

“There will be time for that witch,” Severus said, beginning to move again, Hermione arching up as his body began gently flexing between her thighs, his hardness filling her, insistent but restrained. Suddenly she thrust her pelvis forward hard, Severus letting out a curse as she forced him deeper, the head of his cock hitting her cervix harder than he intended.

“Oh! Oh! Gods that felt good…oh do that again, Severus…please,” Hermione groaned as the small ache went through her. It was a satisfying ache. She wanted to feel it again.

Severus looked down at her. Hermione certainly didn’t have a problem asking for what she wanted. Thank the gods she was so innocent, or she’d most likely be demanding he twist her into pretzels. But he found he liked her forwardness. Much better than her lying there like most witches he engaged did…just moaning…or shrieking. All right, she wanted harder? He could do that…but still show restraint.

The wizard lifted his hips and drove into her with a bit more power, the witch letting out a loud gasp and buckling slightly. Damn, that felt so good.

“Oh…keep going. Faster,” Hermione gasped, her legs unwrapping and her small hands sliding down his back to his buttocks. Severus groaned as he felt her grip him so intimately, pulling at him hungrily.

Severus began to fuck Hermione deeper and faster as she asked, his eyes rolling up into his head as his cock jerked her body slightly. He rose on his hands, looking down at her, his eyes glittering as her breasts bounced and her neck arched, the witch’s voice washing over him, shrill and sweet. The Potions Master looked down at his cock as it poled in and out of the undulating witch. It was covered with pinkish-white lubrication…her blood and her juices. He closed his eyes and willed himself to keep control as he rode Hermione hungrily. It would be so easy to let go and hammer the witch within an inch of her life.

Hermione was in ecstasy as the Potions Master fucked her, his lank black hair swinging around his pale face, his features contorting so one moment he looked as if in pain, and the next moment experiencing intense pleasure. She had never seen this expression on him before. Usually he wore a permanent scowl.

Well, Severus certainly wasn’t scowling now as he looked down at her, his body starting to glisten in the low light of the room as he sweated over her, discipline putting the most strain on the wizard as he fought to maintain the level of intercourse he thought best for the witch. Hermione wasn’t helping, pulling on his ass the way she was, trying to make him fuck her harder.

Severus managed to keep control and the couple went at it for quite a while, perspiration dripping off the wizard and landing on the witch as she moaned and urged him on. The Potions Master was caught between the heaven of her body and the hell of his own urge to really let go. Hermione was so responsive, vocal, tight, wet, passionate and beautiful. Not knowing when he would have her like this next was also working against him. He needed to bring the witch to her peak soon, or he’d lose it.

The moment the wizard thought this, Hermione began to keen, her voice shrilly and her eyes widening in shock as her body locked down, squeezing Severus’ cock so hard the wizard felt his balls would pop off. Then came the cry, and the gush and the wonderful heat of her orgasm, washing over him, the wizard gasping as the witch writhed under him. He dropped and kissed her, forcing his way through her pulsing body, her inner throb and shuddering body bringing him to the edge.

Suddenly the wizard realized he hadn’t used a contraceptive spell on the witch. With a hiss, he pulled out of Hermione, coming all over her belly, groaning as he spilled his seed all over her soft skin. Hermione was beyond caring as she floated gently in her own little pleasure-filled world, completely absorbed in her release.

Severus watched as his cock pulsed, shooting jet after jet of sperm on Hermione’s flat belly, filling in her navel and dribbling down her sides. He had to admit, it was very erotic, though he would have loved to come inside her. He would still have to give her a “Morning After” potion however. He could have still impregnated her with his pre-cum, which contained a small amount of sperm. She was too young to have a child, and he’d have hell explaining it to both Albus and the Dark Lord.

Spent, he dropped on Hermione’s body, feeling the slick warmth of his come against his own body now. He lay with his face buried in the pillow and Hermione’s wild hair, panting. As soon as he found his voice he told Hermione he was sorry.

“About what?” the witch panted, her heart still pounding, “You were wonderful. It was so good.”

The wizard lifted his head and gave her a light kiss.

”I am sorry for not thinking to protect you from conceiving, which resulted in the rather sticky situation we are both in,” he replied, feeling the stickiness of his release between their bodies and grimacing slightly.

“So that’s why you pulled out of me,” she said softly. “I didn’t know what happened…if you were supposed to do that.”

”Preferably, I’m not,” he replied, “But in this case it was the wisest thing to do. You don’t need a child at this early stage of your life. You have other things to do before becoming a mother. Tomorrow you must come to my lab, and I will give you a potion to make sure you didn’t conceive.”

Hermione nodded, then wrapped her arms around the wizard’s neck and kissed him tenderly. She wasn’t very skilled at kissing, but that just made it even sweeter for the wizard. She would learn.

“I’m glad we did this,” Hermione said when she broke the kiss.

“As am I. You have made me a very happy wizard, Hermione Granger. And I haven’t had much happiness in my life. It is quite a gift you have given me,” he said to her, studying her face and thinking how strange life was. Who would have thought the little buck-toothed, bushy-haired know-it-all that descended on Hogwarts seven years ago would grow into a woman he felt he could connect to. He smoothed her hair out of her face.

“We are going to have to hide this, Hermione,” he said to her soberly. “We can’t let anyone know we were intimate. It would cause…problems.”

”I know,” Hermione said, thinking of the horror of not only Ron and Harry, but the entire house of Gryffindor. She would most likely be branded a slut by the rest of the school. Of course, if it got out, they could use the ghosts for an excuse…but eventually the truth would come out…the ghosts saying they escaped them. She looked at the wizard.

“How am I going to stay away from you?” she asked him, her voice full of emotion.

Severus had been thinking the same thing.

“We are just going to have to exercise restraint,” he said softly. “We’re going to have to fight our feelings.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed.

“Well, we aren’t doing very well with that. Currently the score is: Feelings one, Restraint zero,” she said.

Severus chuckled.

“The game isn’t over yet. I am a disciplined wizard. I will be able to control this, though you might find yourself quite frustrated with me. I can’t act any different towards you. But I want you to practice your Occlumency skills. They are going to be quite important in keeping me alive,” the wizard said soberly. “You know I am a spy…and when you graduate, I am going to have to ask the Dark Lord for permission to court you under the guise of keeping tabs on Mr. Potter and corrupting you. I am sure he will agree. It is possible that some time in the future he will want to see you. You have to be able to keep the truth about me hidden. If you can’t…I am done for.”

“I will start working on it immediately. I won’t betray you Severus,” the witch said softly. “I would never betray you.”

The wizard felt his heart swell a bit. No one had ever given him his or her loyalty before, and he knew if Hermione were anything…it was loyal. Most likely she would die before revealing the truth about him. One very good aspect about bedding a Gryffindor.

“I believe you, Hermione,” he replied, kissing her once more before rolling off her body and climbing over her to retrieve his wand from his trouser pocket. He scourgified the witch then himself, and pulled on his boxers, Hermione watching him with glistening eyes.

“I guess that means tonight is over,” the witch said wistfully as the wizard climbed back into the bed and lay down next to her. Severus slipped an arm under her shoulder and pulled her naked body into him, an eyebrow arched as he looked at her sideways.

“You are going to have to learn restraint and discipline, witch. That was enough for tonight. You are new at this, and I think it best if we go slowly. Since I am much older than you, I expect you to draw on my wisdom and my example,” the wizard said rather imperiously.

Hermione couldn’t help snorting. His example? That meant she’d be snarking around Hogwarts the same as he did. It wasn’t going to happen. As far as his discipline and restraint went…she’d gotten around that once…she was sure she could do it again given enough time. Hermione had no intention of waiting until she graduated to have sex with the Potions Master, even if she had to break his wards in the middle of the night and climb into his bed naked again. It had been that good.

Severus heard the snort and scowled. Already she was being difficult. He could almost hear the wheels turning in her little curl-covered head. Well, there was more than one way to tame a willful little Gryffindor.

“I mean it, Hermione. My wisdom and example,” he reiterated.

“Umm hmmm,” Hermione murmured non-committally, snuggling into the wizard, her eyes heavy. She was very tired, and her body had a delicious little burn from the wizard’s attentions. The witch was very satisfied with her first time and her first lover.

Perhaps he would be her only lover.

“Good night, Severus,” she said sleepily.

“Good night, Hermione,” the Potions Master replied, his arm tightening reflexively as she curled into him. This was quite nice. Quite nice indeed.

The pair fell into a sated sleep, waiting for sunrise and the real world to return.

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A/N: That was kind of sweet, wasn’t it? Severus certainly exercised restraint. Lol at Hermione already planning on seducing Severus again. I don’t think he’s going to find it that easy to “tame” her. Nice that she thinks maybe Severus will be the only wizard in her life. Well anyway, please review.