#5 ~ Hermione Gets Her Drink On

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Hermione Gets Her Drink On

Severus was prepared this time. He had several chilled bottles of good wine, a wizarding wireless network radio set to the sexy instrumental station Hermione had discovered at Hogsmeade, a platter piled high with her favorite finger foods, and the whole night ahead of him. He had showered, shaved, washed his hair and brushed it to a silky sheen, tied it back into a pony-tail (Hermione had told him he looked dashing and dangerous when he wore his hair like that), and anointed himself with oil of myrrh, a scent that seemed to work like catnip on his muggle-born lover. Now all he needed was Hermione, who was working late in her lab on a new spell.

He was dressed in black silk pajamas, the shirt purposely left open to show his pale, muscled chest and ribbed abdomen, complete with the trail of dark hair that led from his navel to the one-eyed monster hidden below. Hermione loved to run her small hands over his rippled belly, so he thought showing it off might help in persuading her to leave the lab and join him. He hadn’t had a chance to get more than a quick kiss for the last four days since she began this new project, and he was missing her greatly. She slept in her own rooms because she would stop work so late. And he didn’t feel comfortable trying to lure her away, because he knew that when he was involved in potions-making, he was exactly the same way, sequestered away from her for days at a time. But, hell…he was horny. He needed Hermione tonight. And he would take enough pleasure from her supple little body to last him a few days, if he could get his hands on her.

Plus, he wanted to see what she was like when she was drunk. He had some tantalizing peeks while at Hogsmeade, but the timing wasn’t right. And there was that night when she fulfilled his fantasy, but he believed she had sobered up when faced with the proposition. What a time that had been in the room of requirement. His cock throbbed in agreement. He sighed.

He artfully placed a few tempting finger foods on a small hand-held platter, and poured a generous helping of wine into a wineglass, then padded his way barefoot through the bookcase into his office, then through his lab, then to the door of the spell lab, where Hermione worked. He kicked the door lightly with his foot, his hands being full.

“Hmm?” came Hermione’s voice through the door. “Serverus?”

“Yes, it’s Severus. I’m surprised you remember me,” he replied rather snarkily. Let a little guilt work for him.

The handle of the door rattled, then Hermione pulled it open. She looked exhausted. Her hair was in its work-do, which meant it was piled like a bird’s nest on the top of her head. Her skin color was pale, and had a dull, unwashed look. Her amber eyes were tired, the lids hanging low, and dark circles beneath them. Severus was not pleased. She was neglecting herself too much. He set the food and wine down on the lab table, crossed his arms and scowled at her.

She moved tiredly back to her notes.

“Yes, Severus?”

“You are working too hard, Hermione. You look terrible. When was the last time you showered?”

Hermione sniffed her underarm. “About two days ago, I guess. I’ve just been so busy, Severus.”

He frowned at her. “And the last time you’ve eaten?”

She shrugged. “I grabbed a sweet roll and a cup of coffee this morning at breakfast,” she replied, turning a page in her notes.

“Come on, Hermione,” he said gruffly, taking her arm. “You are getting out of this lab. Now.”

Hermione resisted, “No, Severus…I’m almost there. So close.”

Severus looked at her, his eyes glittering at her resistance.

“If you won’t go willingly…” he said, drawing his wand, “then unwillingly will work just fine…”

And he stunned her.

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Hermione woke slowly. She felt wonderfully soothed, immersed in warmth. Someone was massaging her scalp deliciously. There was the scent of jasmine in the air. She opened her eyes and found herself neck deep in Severus’s bath, soaking in bubbles, Severus was lathering her hair gently and firmly, his long pale fingers working his own subtle magic. He smoothed her hair back and poured a self-filling container of warm water over it, rinsing the lather from her hair, working his hands through her wet curls to make sure to get it all, rinsing it several more times. He must have bathed her as well, she felt clean, and her skin was soft and pink, her color had returned. And she felt rested, no doubt he had added a replenishing solution to the bath water. She let her head loll back.

“Awake?” he asked softly, gently squeezing the excess water from her locks.

“Yes,” she murmured, enjoying the feel of his hands in her hair, “but that was pretty dirty to stun me, Severus.”

“I am a Slytherin, Hermione. That I would stun you to get my way should come as no surprise. Besides, I tried reason first.”

“You asked me questions. You didn’t try to reason with me,” she said, her eyes half-closed.

“The answers to those questions showed me unequivocally that you were far beyond reason. Your welfare is important to me. This is for your own good. Plus, once you are rested, you can approach your project refreshed, and hopefully bring it to a close. We are going to enjoy ourselves tonight. Now come on.”

He stood and walked around the tub, holding the never-ending container of warm water in his left hand, and offering her his right. She took it, and he pulled her to her feet. Lather clung to her breasts, hips and legs, and he drank her nudity in, his cock hardening as he poured warm water over her, watching it cascade down her body, rinsing away the lather, flowing over her curves, streaming to her furred apex and down her shapely thighs and calves. He rinsed her back, watching the water wash over her hips and derriere. Water dripped from her nipples. He fought the urge to take one in his mouth as he wrapped a large fluffy towel around her, and helped her out the bath. He dried her carefully, trying not to linger between her legs too long, noticing her nipples hardening as he passed the soft towel over the tips.

Hermione watched his ministrations, and wondered how many days had it been since she had been the reciepent of his other, more adamant attentions. Looking at him in his silk pajamas, pony-tail and smooth fresh-shaved face, she decided it had been too long. Severus brought her white silk nightgown, and helped her slip it on, the cool fabric sliding deliciously down her body. He helped her on with the silk robe he’d bought her, in green and silver, of course. A Slytherin claiming his territory, again. He escorted her to the study. A slow, sensual song was playing on the wireless.

“Oh, I love this station!” Hermione smiled, swaying a little to the music.

Severus sat her down in one of the armchairs before the fire, and drew his own chair closer to her, insisting on feeding her by hand until he was satisfied she had eaten enough. Then he handed her a glass of wine.

She fell back against the soft back of the chair. “Ah, I feel human again. Thank you Severus.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You are welcome, but I have to say I have ulterior motives.”

“Really?” she said, arching one of her own brows at him.

“Yes, I want you to…unwind. Let your hair down. Get drunk.”

Hermione laughed, and took a big sip of her wine. “Well, the wine is absolutely delicious.”

He sat back, admiring her beauty. “Yes, I know. It is from my own private stores at Snape Manor. There is plenty more, so drink up.”

“And when I am good and drunk,” Hermione said, feeling the wine spreading a warm glow in her belly, “what do you intend to do with me?”

“Answer a question that has intrigued me since Hogsmeade, and that is ‘what will YOU do with me?’”

Hermione gave a little dirty smile. She’d like to know that too.

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Hermione was finishing her third glass of wine. She was in Severus’ lap, one arm entwined around his neck, sniffing him.

“You smell wonderful,” she said, licking his throat, and sliding her tongue up behind his ear, and smacking her lips together as if tasting something scrumptious. Severus was all but sitting on his hands, determined not to ravish her but let his curiosity be satisfied. She held out her glass.

“One more glass of wine, Garcon,” she said giggling, wriggling her bottom against his erection teasingly.

Severus poured her another glass.

As Hermione brought the glass to her lips, the sensual thumping song she had danced to in Hogsmeade came on.

“Ooh!” she squealed in delight, and setting the glass down, she jumped to her feet, and started gyrating teasingly slow in front of Severus. She let the Slytherin robe slip from her shoulders and kicked it away. She was in the thin silk nightgown and the firelight shone through from behind her so Severus could see her body’s silhouette moving sensuously beneath the fabric.

She turned so her back faced him, gyrating her ass slowly and invitingly, bending forward, slinging her hair down, and looking at him coquettishly over her shoulder, hiking up the bottom of the gown until a bit of cheek showed, then standing and spinning back to face him, running her hands over her breasts, down her belly, and over her thighs, before slipping both hands to her inner thighs and letting out a little moan.

Severus’ cock was aching now…tenting his silk pajama bottoms to a high peak. Hermione noticed, and he noticed her noticing him. She licked her lips and began to belly dance, her arms lifting above her head, her belly rolling and hips thrusting.

“Take it out, Severus. I want to see you stroke yourself while you watch me,” she said with hooded, lustful eyes focused on him.

“Circe.” Severus thought as he lowered the front of his pajama bottoms and freed his huge cock. He leaned back in the armchair and gripped his shaft, moving his hand up and down slowly as he watched her dance.

She dropped to her knees, and shimmied, her breast sliding side to side, then she fell forward, all in rhythm to the music and crawled forward, moving like a big cat, her amber eyes predatory, reminding Severus of her namesake, the Lioness. She was at his feet when she rose, and spun back. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as she bent back in a full backbend, her palms pressed against the floor. His eyes widened…

“You didn’t know I was so limber did you, Severus”: she purred. She rose slowly back to a standing position, then slid down in a perfect split, one leg extended before her, one behind. She leaned forward, giving him a view of her breasts and drawing her front leg around, and rising from the floor swinging her hips provocatively. Severus continued to stroke his cock, which was enormous by now, red with desire, the veins visibly pulsing. Then Hermione raised her arms over her head, snaking them around each other, as she slowly slid down again, this time in a perfect one-hundred and eighty degree split, her legs stretched on either side of her, her body flat against the floor, night gown up around her waist except for a small piece of fabric that fell strategically between her thighs. Severus felt as if he couldn’t breathe as she looked at him invitingly.

“You didn’t know I could do that, did you? Makes for interesting thoughts doesn’t it?” she purred.

“Yes,” Severus answered as if hypnotized, imagining himself holding her legs stretched apart just that way, and plunging into her with no restrictions. He almost came. Hermione saw his frenzied look as he caught himself, breathing deeply and thinking of Dumbledore offering him a lemon drop.

“Get naked, Severus,” she purred, rising from the floor and continuing to dance, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and the gown drop down slowly, revealing inch after inch of her luscious body.

Severus slipped out his shirt and bottoms in an instant, and stood in front of the armchair, poised like a panther, ready to leap. He was breathing heavily, holding his cock in his hand and still stroking it, his nostrils flared, eyes alert for any sign from her that he could have her. Now she danced naked, teasing him, drawing him but keeping him away, hips and breasts swaying in time with the music. She beckoned him with her index finger.

“Come dance with me, Severus. He was on her in an instant, his arms clasped around her waist, pulling her body tight against his, skin to skin, her breasts mashed against his belly as they moved together, dirty dancing style, his hips pressed against hers, cock erect and hard between them, following her gyrating motions as if he were part of her. He let his hands roam her body as they snaked around the room, his eyes burning into hers, his jaw set tight with desire, rubbing against her with more pressure, as his hands slipped down and grasped both buttocks, pulling her into him. She gasped and moaned. Still they danced, Severus dipping her forward until she was near bent over backward. He imagined himself fucking her this way, using one arm for support against the wall, the other wrapped around her back holding her aloft as he stroked into her. He ground against her lustfully before raising her again, and swirling with her, her pelvis pumping against him

Then she spun in his arms, pressing her buttocks against him and swaying, he following her motions, his cock pressed against her soft globes, his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands rising to her breasts and gripping them tightly as he moved against her. The scent of her arousal filled the study, hot, sweet and musky. Severus breathed her in, licking his lips, his eyes closed as he pressed his length against the curve of her soft, warm body, squeezing the full globes of her breasts, and tweaking her nipples, trying his best to make her break. He could feel her heat against his thighs, and longed to slip a finger inside her, he knew she was dripping. She had to be. His cock had a steady stream of pre-come flowing from its purple one-eyed head, mushrooming with need. He couldn’t stand it as she swayed against him.

“Hermione…” he groaned, “have mercy woman.”

She chuckled and turned in his arms, facing him again, molding her body to his, still moving to the music, looking up at him with soft, fire-filled eyes.

“I like drinking with you,” she grinned.

Severus groaned. Not what he wanted to hear. He pulled her to him hard, grinding against her insistently, waiting for her to say she needed him inside her.

Suddenly, she threw up her leg so it rested straight against his shoulder. She was doing a split right up against his body.

“Do me, Severus…hard, baby,” she groaned.

Shit!

Severus was so aroused he was trembling as he grasped his cock and tackled this new position. Her leg was locked against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist and attempted to enter her. He was having a problem. Then he had an idea and gripped her ankle, pushing her leg outward, positioning her wet orifice to better suit him, liking the compromising position he had her in…she couldn’t take her leg down now. Using his other hand, he positioned his cock and pushed in the head. Oh gods…her pussy was extra tight because of the position of her leg. He thrust, his mouth open and slack against the pressure. Hermione whimpered against his chest as he pushed his way inside her, groaning and cursing at the tightness and the delicious angle that made him dig hard into her sensitive walls as he forced his way in. She was crying out now, saying his name, begging him to fill her, to fuck her. He slid up and around through her heat, and felt as if he’d entered a living, pulsing labyrinth, the way his cock was curving into her body. He began thrusting, his eyes closed in pleasure at the new sensations pulsing along his shaft. The tightness was amazing, and he thrust into Hermione in delight, eyes half-open now, a half-smile plastered to his face as she gasped against him, unable to move, his hand clamped to her ankle, working her leg back and forth, adjusting her inner slant and angle as he fucked her.

Wanting more depth, Severus bent one knee slightly and drove upward, rewarded by a little scream from Hermione as he hit bottom. He pushed her leg outward, and dipped a bit more, slamming upward again, and she screamed his name. He was there, her sweet spot, and he drove into it over and over, making her scream the way he loved, her wetness sliding over his curve, the flange of his head dragging inside her deliciously, making her shudder and jerk against him as he pounded into her, shifting her ankle like a gear, pumping up and up, forcing through the resistance of her cervix…she was singing her pleasure now, a long sustained cry against his chest, and he clutched her to him tighter, trapping her open against him, hard thigh bouncing against soft thigh as he pistoned up and in, up and in, pushing and pulling her leg back and forth making her pussy slide over his cock as he took his pleasure of her. He lifted her against him and backed her up near the armchair, and leaned forward until she was settled across it, her leg still on his shoulder, and then he fucked her as hard as he could, slamming into her tight crevice, sliding the armchair across the study, his feet digging against the flooring in his efforts. Hermione screamed his name and murmured obscenities, her nails beginning to dig into his back as he drove into her, forcing her deep into the cushion with a deep explusion of breath, knocking the wind from her lungs with his power.

Suddenly he pulled out of her, released her leg, and pushed her upright in the chair, then pulled her downward so her back was on the seat and her buttock were over the edge of the cushion. He pressed both hands hard against her inner thighs, spreading her legs in that beautiful amazing side split, so she was wide under him, her legs a perfect straight line, her pussy directly below him. And he drove into her full force, burying himself up to his balls and yelling yes yes yes yes as he slammed deeper than he ever had before, and Hermione was screaming in such a way that if anyone had heard her, they would have sworn Severus was beating her to death. And he was beating her, unmercifully with his cock, and she was coming like she sprung a leak, her creamy juices splashing his thighs and pelvis as he drove through the pulsing pressure of her clenching, biting his bottom lip and staring into her wild eyes, willing her to pop like one great bubble of ecstasy, watching his shaft ram between her swollen lower lips, bathed in slippery white, fucking and slapping against her until his lungs burned, and her passionate cries of release turned to whimpers, and pleadings for him to fill her, finish her.

His balls tightened and he fought to hold them back, keep them from detonating yet, the pressure boiling, swelling, his thrust becoming deeper, more intense as he shuddered, trying to hold back until the last, then letting go, and he stiffened, pleasure roaring from the top of his head down to his curling toes as he fired into her forcefully, burying himself deep, shooting bullets of hot, thick creamy release deep inside her warmth, melding with her, their flesh becoming one, his eyes rolling up as he tried to crawl inside the perfect bliss of total consummation, no longer knowing where she began and he ended, only knowing he wished he could stay in this perfect place forever. He held himself tight against her until the last, reluctant pulse emptied him completely, then he slumped, his hands sliding from her inner thighs to her knees, his head falling to her breasts, panting against her as she lay splay-legged and sprawled in the armchair, which she would never look at the same way again.

As soon as he regained his breath, Severus looked up at her sharply, his silky hair plastered to this face. He had lost his ponytail somewhere during the wild ride. He brushed his hair aside and panted, “How many other secrets have you been hiding from me, you minx?”

“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” she panted back at him, letting her head fall back. “a smart woman never gives away all her secrets.”

Severus considered this.

He reached out sideways to the table, blindly groping across it until his hand fell upon her almost empty wineglass. He grabbed it and offered it to her with a sly little smirk.

“More wine?”

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A/N; He finally got her drunk. I just had to write something. Hoped you liked this little PWP slice of Severus’ and Hermione’s world. Please review.