Nightfall

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AN: Nothing like a head cold to get you to write a PWP instead of working on your proper fic.

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"Quickly, before you're seen."

Snape glanced down the empty hallway before roughly pulling Hermione inside.

"Foolish girl. What happened to the cloak I gave you?"

Hermione was trembling as she reached out for him. "Severus..."

"Hush," Snape said, pulling her to his chest. "You lasted longer than I expected you to."

Hermione's hands were already fumbling at the buttons near his throat as she kicked off her shoes.

Snape grabbed her wrists and turned them around to pin her against the hard wooden door. Hermione let out a whimper in protest and arched forward to press herself against his chest.

Chuckling, Snape kept one hand clamped around her wrists and slid the other under the skirts of her robes. His fingers slid across the damp material of her knickers making Hermione moan and spread her legs.

"I warned you, girl. I warned you of the consequences, and you went ahead anyway." Snape punctuated his words by ripping the delicate fabric and effortlessly slipping his long fingers inside her.

He leaned in to hiss in her ear, "Is this what you wanted?" Holding his hand still as Hermione ground against it, aching for relief. "Answer me!"

"Yesss...." Hermione breathed out her response. Snape bit gently down on the fleshy part of her throat. He roughly worked his fingers inside her, pressing his thumb down on her clit. She stopped fighting him then, drawing her knee up to brace her foot against the wall. Anything, anything to get his fingers deeper, to that spot that she knows will make her come apart.

"What would your friends say if they knew, hmm? Every time you slipped away at breaks you were burying your fist inside your cunt trying to slake this thirst." Snape spoke the words against her neck as he kissed the purple bruise darkening her skin. "What would they think of you if they knew you were dying for my touch?"

Hermione's mouth had dropped open as she panted for breath. She twisted in his grasp as his fingers unerringly sought out those delicious parts inside her, feeling his voice vibrate through her as she came.

Snape kept petting her as she came down. "Yes, now you know. Mine is the only hand that will give you the release you seek."

Not giving Hermione the chance to protest he pulled her by the wrist through his office and into private rooms. He deposited her in a chair as the fire flamed to life.

Hermione looked down at herself and blushed; robes askew, bruises forming on her wrists, and the top buttons of her blouse missing from where he tore at it to bite her.

Snape reappeared before her looking as untouchable as ever, sipping from a glass of brandy in hand.

"Modesty reasserting itself, Miss Granger?" Snape sneered imperiously down at her. "You know where the door is; I've never prevented you from coming to your senses."

Hermione snapped her head up and glared at him. "A bit late for that, sir," she stressed his title nastily.

"You know how it pleases me to hear that."

Snape set the glass on the sideboard and gazed down at Hermione, now glowing with indignation. It left an unattractive blotchiness in her cheeks and across her chest, but Snape found it irresistible none the less.

"Take off your robes," Snape said.

Hermione blushed again but obeyed. She stood up and tried to salvage what was left of her uniform and left it on the chair. She hated that Snape made her do this. Made her strip down while he watched with apparent disinterest. She hated how he loved to remind her what this was. That he was her dirty little secret.

Snape smirked as though he read her thoughts. He probably had.

"On the bed. No, on your stomach."

Hermione could hear as Snape moved around behind her. There was a rustle of fabric as he removed his robes, the dull thud of the glass being sat back down near the bed.

Hermione felt the bed dip as he kneeled down behind her to kiss the base of her spine. Snape lifted her hair away from her shoulders, pinning it up with a charm she could never quite make out. His fingers trailed across the smooth skin of her back, drinking in the shiver that followed and left the nearly invisible hairs standing on end.

Snape mouthed kisses against the curve of her shoulder as he laces his fingers through hers and stretched their arms up above their heads. Snape groaned and swirled his hips to press the length of his cock against her arse.

Hermione wanted to reach up and touch him, but the lock he had on her hands made that impossible. Snape shifted again and made an anxious noise that made Hermione even wetter. She felt the sharpness of his hipbone dig into her hip and squirmed.

"Please, Severus!"

Snape let go of her hands then and dug his fingers into her hips. Tilting her pelvis up he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against her head.

"Beg me again, sweet one." Snape moved his cock away from where she desperately needed him to be and Hermione bit back a sob.

"Please.. Severus, I can't.."

"Hush," Snape whispered sliding his cock inside her smoothly. "I'm here, sweet one."

That awful tension uncoiled in her gut as he slid his arm under her stomach and held her to him. He waited until Hermione began to squirm again and slowly began to thrust inside her.

And this was right. Not the hesitant, uncertain games they played with each other during the day.

Snape moaned against her neck and stirred a deeper longing in her. She liked when Severus was like this. He forgot to keep himself under such rigid control and Hermione could feel it when he buried himself inside her. Snape could take her hard up against the wall of his storeroom or fuck her senseless behind the stands while her friends played Quidditch. All the while making her feel shameless and dirty.

But here, in his bed, it was different. He cradled her body to his and whispered soft things into her ear while treasuring every caress, each moment they stole together. Her Severus would crack here. His hips moving with wild abandon, and it was for that desperation that Hermione was able to keep coming back.

She fisted her hands into Snape's sheets and began chanting his name into the crook of her arm. He made a low pleading sound in his throat as he felt her body tighten around him, coaxing him into an ever tightening spiral of need. Snape bowed his head, curling over her smaller body and shuddered, emptying himself into Hermione with her name escaping his lips.

They lay like that in the still of the room with the sheen of sweat cooling on their skin. Hermione spun over to face him, pulling an unresisting Severus up into her arms. She rubbed her thumb against his jaw and felt the roughness of his beard growing in. His eyes glittered oddly for the moment before he leaned down to seal their lips together. She kissed him and tasted the strain between them on his tongue.

Hermione pulled away and pushed a strand of hair behind Severus' ear.

"I want you to take it off."

He raised his head in confusion, drawing in a breath to speak just before she cut him off.

"The binding spell. I want you to take it off me. I'm tired of having this," she gestured vaguely between their bodies, "between us."

That thrice-damned spell. It had been her idea, to make him believe that she wanted to be with him. But it only muddied an already murky relationship with this burning need for his cock driving her to seek him out. Hermione willed him to see her frustration and her desire for something more between them.

She almost gave up hope until he nodded minutely. Severus placed a kissed over her heart and whispered the words to undo his geas.

Hermione let out the breath she had been holding as Severus curled up and rested his head against her breast. Amused at the private conversations Severus had with her chest. She sifted her fingers through his hair and waited until he fell asleep.

Hermione's eyes drifted closed leaving the fire to flicker out and blanket the room in darkness.