Wants and Desire

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She had been his student for over six years. She loved to watch the way that he could take command of a room by walking into it. He was one of the most power wizards that she had ever known. She often remembered back to her second year when she had, along with most of her class, watched him utterly humiliate that ponce Lockhart with a casual flick of his wand. He was exciting to watch, and he could make her blood boil with the sound of his voice. And tonight she was going to change her life forever; she just hoped that she was not going to be turned away. She was not sure what she would do if she was but he was worth the risk.

Hermione had always been the smart one, the brains of the trio. She never did anything without thinking it all the way through, ‘unless her two best friends were involved.’ However, they weren’t involved in this, in fact she was quite sure that if they knew about this that they would have her taken to the infirmary to be checked for illegal potions or hexes. She mused on her way from the tower to the dungeon.

It was late, after curfew, but being Head Girl had its privileges. She was amazingly calm for what she was about to do.

She stood before the door of the Potion’s classroom straightening out her clothes and running a hand over her hair one last time. Then she raised her hand and knocked.

She knew he would be there; he was always there when she needed him. “Enter.” He barked, not sounding at all pleased at the interruption.

Hermione took a deep breath and entered the room.

‘What could she possibly want at this hour? I don’t see another student, but that does not mean that it was not about his Slytherins stepping out of bounds.’ He thought as she came into view. She stood there quietly just inside the door, waiting for him to address her.

“What do you need, Miss Granger, or was it your desire to become a statue in the potions lab?” He snarled. As he addressed her, he noticed that she was not wearing her school uniform. That in and of it self was not odd, except she always wore her uniform when performing any Head Girl duties. ‘This could be interesting.’

‘He used two of the words that had been running through her mind all day, need and desire. She knew exact what she needed and what she desired and they were the same. Him.’

Hermione slowly moved to stand in front of this man, this wizard that she so desired. She did not sit, she did not fidget; she just stood in front of him with her eyes slightly down cast. Hermione knew that Snape thought that direct eye contact was a challenge of his authority.

“Sir, I have something I need to ask of you?”

“Well, what is it? Get on with it, woman, I don’t have all night.” Snape’s voice had dropped to that silkily razor edge that sent chills down her spine.

‘Woman, he just called me woman. Oh Gods, please let that mean he no longer sees me as a child.’ She took another deep breath, so as to get control of herself, and noticed that he watched her, all of her. “Please, Professor, I need to say this all at once. I don’t know if I will be able sum up my courage to continue if I am interrupted.”

“And here I thought that Gryffindors were notorious for their courage.” He smirked, “Nonetheless, continue.”

She took a quick glance up his face into his eyes. She noticed he did not have that quiet look of distain he normally wore and took that as encouragement. A deep breath, and then her entire frame shook. “ Sir, I am not sure I am going to come out of this war with my mind intact.”

That got his attention; he sat up and looked at her sharply. ‘Had someone broken into her mind, used the Imperio on her? She knew so much about so many, that would be catastrophic.’

She noticed the alarmed look in his eyes and hurried on. “So many people expect me to know all the answers, to be the strong one, to help them overcome their fears and worries, and I am happy to do it, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Always being strong, always being in control, I don’t know how much longer I can deal with all of this. The only person that I know who could show me how to manage this burden was you. I get so stressed and have no safe outlet for my frustrations. You are under more pressure than I am and I just wanted to know if there was anyway that we could release some of that pressure together?”

Snape said nothing, his eyes narrowed as he looked at her. ‘What is this girl playing at?’ He looked around the room as if trying to figure out where the others could be hiding. Seeing nothing, he moved around his desk to stand behind her.

It was not that he was not interested, he was, but he was not about to be made a fool of by the next generation of Gryffindors.

“What did you have in mind, Miss Granger?” He whispered in her ear. His tone reached out and caressed her body as well as her mind. He smiled when the shutter went through her, mistaking her tremble of ecstasy to be fear or revulsion.
Hermione was aching with the desire that was racing through her now. She knew that once she uttered her deepest desires for this man, she would either end up being a quivering mass of lust or hurt more thoroughly than ever in her life.

“Sir, I want to be yours. I want to be your woman, your confidant, your slut. Use me to slake your lust and desires.” The last sentence was said slightly louder than the rest, and by the time it crossed her lips she was looking right at him.

This time the tremor went through him. He had no reason to doubt her now. Knowing that she would never meet his gaze if she were lying, and that she would never debase herself for a mere joke, even one played on him.

He withdrew his wand and noticed she did not flinch. “Follow me.” He said harshly and strode from the room.

He crossed the class to the secret entrance to his rooms. He had to make sure this was real, and to do that he needed her in his space.

“Stand there,” He pointed to the rug in front of the fire. It was chilly in the dungeon except when the fire was blazing and he needed to see her tremble with want not chills. “Incendio.”

She moved to the place he had pointed out. She clasped her hands behind her back and looked down. She did not know what was coming but she wanted him she knew her place. She was subservient to him, his needs, only his equal when he chose.

He watched her move, and felt the first finger of hope that what she offered him was real when he saw her stance. He walked around her a few times, not touching. He would not touch her till he was sure.

He stopped in front of her, within her space but still not touching her. “Look at me.” His voice was soft and low but no less commanding. When she did, he continued. “So you want to be mine. Mine to control, mine to teach, mine to use anyway I see fit?”

A shudder went through her with each affirmation of understanding of her desires. “Yes sir.” She breathed her answer, because she was unable to say it louder.

He reached out and ran his finger down the side of her face. When her eyes fluttered shut, he thread his finger through her hair and fisted it at the nape of her neck. His heart skipped a beat at the moan that came from her. He shook her slightly till she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

“If I make you mine it will be forever.” She moaned again but did not look away. “I do not share and I do not give back what I have claimed.” He shook her again, not sure if he was trying to make her understand his control or make her come to her senses.

He released her hair and walked around her again, this time stroking her on occasion. Each time he touched her, she trembled or moaned, tightening the string on his control. He stopped in front of her again. This time she met his gaze without prompting.

“You will be my lover and my woman. I will cherish you as I do all things in my possessions.” He noticed another shudder through her at the last word. “I will have your devotion, your submission, and your body. When we are in the classroom you will be just another student I have to put up with. When we are in this room you will be my woman and my equal, as long as you are respectful. When we are in the bedroom you will submit to my desires and be my concubine. You will be my willing slut. Is this what you want, what you really want? Choose carefully because there is no going back.”

She reached up to the clasp on her robe, while never breaking eye contact; she undid the clasp and the all of the succeeding buttons. Letting the robe fall to the floor, letting him see that she only wore a lace bra and knickers set, before answering. “Yes, this is what I want, you are what I want…. Severus.”

As the confirmation of his role in her life was given he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. His lips crashed down on hers in a show his possession of her. He could not keep the quiver of desire from escaping if he wanted to. It had been so long since he had a willing witch in his arms. And never had he had one that was not only willing to be in his bed but in his life. It was a heady feeling that she had invoked with her affirmation of her compliance of his demands.

This kiss was wild and seemed to be beyond the control of both the witch or the wizard, it was hot and hungry and Hermione was surprised by her ability to remain standing. She had what she wanted. She was his. It made her body flood with cravings only he could satisfy.

He tore his lips away from hers and picked her up to carry her to his room. He had to fight the desire to ripe her knickers off her and slam into her body, claiming the gift that she was giving him. Only a nagging question in his mind kept him aware. He put her down on the bed and the divested himself of all of his clothes. He watched as her eyes widened at the sight of his manhood, causing the question to become a suspicion.

He walked to the bed, and lay down beside her. Stroking her, down her neck, in the valley between her breasts, still covered by her bra, across her quivering stomach and over the apex of her womanhood. She was so hot and wet, even through her knickers that Severus lost himself in feel of her for a moment.

Without removing his hand from her. He quietly asked, “Are you a virgin?”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open. “Yes. I have wanted no one before you and no one after.” She said as confirmation of his question and his claim on her.

The desire she saw in his eyes flared and almost consumed her with its intensity.
“How do you want this, Hermione? Do you want me to take you slowly and tenderly or with the quick certainly of a woman well assured of her position in my life?” He had not stopped stroking her, but he had managed to remove her bra and knickers without her notice. “This will be one of the only times that you will get to decide how I take this beautiful body of yours.”

She shook as much from his words as she did from his touch. She was almost incoherent in her yearning for this man. She reached up and ran her hand over the angles of his face, through his hair, down his neck and across the plains of his chest. Touching him was new and the ability to do so freely resounded deep within her.

She looked up and met his eyes again. “ I want you to take me, Severus. I am yours and I want to know it. I want to feel it as your cock thrusts within me. I want you to mark my very soul.”

He gathered her close to him. Overwhelmed with the feelings, and desires that this young woman had unleashed in him. Feelings of possession and something else he was not ready to name ran through him.

He could feel the Death Eater in him clawing to get out. This woman wanted, WANTED to be taken and he was good at it. The Death Eater could take her over and over and make any pain feel like pleasure. Severus held him at bay; he would have the pleasure of being in control the first time. The Death Eater may get to come out and play some other time.

His kisses were searing, Hermione could feel his struggle and reveled in the idea of having this man. All of him.

Severus moved from her lips, down her neck, stopping at her breast. He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth hungrily. He feasted on her till she arched into him, trying to get him to take more. Then he moved from that breast to the other.

“Oh, please, please. I need you.” She cried out.

Severus lifted his head from her breast. He blew across her wet nipple, watching as it contracted even tighter.

“Oooohhhh.”

“What do you need, my pet?” His voice was soft enough to sooth, but it just caused the ache in Hermione to tighten. It was like he was strumming a string, each time he spoke.

“You, oh please.”

“But you have me.” Strumming again. He laved at her nipple, keep it as taunt as possible. “Tell me what you need.” He commanded.
Before she could respond he moved up to whisper in her ear. “The more explicit that you are the more rewarding it will be.” He licked her outer ear to continue the torment.

He could feel a shuttered breath pulled into her lungs as she tried to work out whether she could tell him what she really wanted.

To his surprise, her glassy eyes cleared and she looked at him. Despite what she might have said, this time was for her, he would get what he wanted later. She took another breath and pulled him down for a breathtaking kiss.

‘I can do this. I have been thinking about what I want for months now. Virgin or not, I am not innocent and I have never been a shrinking violet.’

When he pulled away from her at last. She held his head close to her, kissing along his jaw to his ear.

“I want this wonderful mouth of your,” and she paused to kiss him again before continuing. “To move back down to my breasts.”

As she spoke, he moved to where she wanted him. “I want you to pull my nipples into your warm mouth…..Ahhhh. And flick the other one with your fingers, roll it and pull it. Oh my, yeeesssss.”

‘I can’t believe she is this vocal, although I suppose I should not be surprised.’ He thought working over her body as she requested.

“Please, please move your hand down and touch me.”

He pulled away from her again. “Where?” He asked, he so wanted this prim and proper woman to lose herself and become the wanton vixen he would only allow her to be in his bedroom.

“I want to feel those long finger inside of me, while that delicious tongue of your tastes me from my nipple to my clit. I want to break apart for you and be rebuilt with your desires.” She said never taking her eyes off of him.

His hand skimmed across her belly. And lightly caressed her clit as he slid his way to her opening. At the feel of her hot, wet need for him, he let loose a growl from deep in his throat. He attacked her breasts with renewed vigor. Licking, sucking and tormenting first one then the other.

He slid one finger inside her, and then another. “Oh, Merlin. You are such a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” He asked as his kissed his way across her chest and stomach, settling himself at the apex of her glistening sex.

“You will make such a good slut, won’t you? Do whatever I want just to feel me fill you up over and over again.” He breathed across her clit. She jumped at the sensation. His fingers had been working her, in and out, over and over, but stopped.

“Umhhh,” she none verbally protested. “Yes, yes” she cried. “I will do anything to have you inside me. Taste me, please. I want to feel your tongue on me.”

His finger pumped in and out of her faster than before, and he reached out with his tongue to do as she asked. The flat of his tongue tasted her from cunt to clit. She was so sweet. Her body gave an involuntary jerk and he moved his other arm across her waist to keep her still. He dipped his tongue into her over and over, never staying at her clit for very long.

“Oh, baby please. Gods… You are ….Ohhhh…. please.”

“Please what?” His voice rumbled through her clit straight into her womb. And she thought she would die from the pleasure.

“Please make me cum, Severus. Make me cum!!!” She all but sobbed.

He crooked his finger so he could hit that soft spot inside her and attached himself to her clit. With every thrust of his finger he hit her G-spot and twisted her clit with his tongue. Two more strokes of his finger and tongue and she could no longer breathe. She was swimming in an ocean of ecstasy. He continued to fuck her with his fingers while dining on her essence till she was shuttering from over stimulation. He withdrew his fingers and when he caught her eyes again he pulled them into his mouth. This action caused another tremor to run through her.

He moved up her body and she immediately pulled him into a kiss, licking his lips and tasting herself on his tongue. This alone almost made him lose it, but he was going to show her what it meant to be taken by a wizard, especially by a wizard who had spent so many years with the Dark.

He reached down and ran his cock up and down her slit; make sure to press harder onto her clit than anywhere else.

“Oh gods, please. Please make me yours.” She begged.

“You beg so prettily. I do so love to see you writhe beneath me.” He intoned. He continued to work her into frenzy, caressing her with his cock. Up and down, dipping shallow into her soaking cunt, until she was babbling in between begging.

“Look at me.” He demanded. The stress of having to clamp down on the need to have taken her already was evident in his voice. However, when her desire-hazed eyes met his, he slammed into her body with one stroke. She was so wet, and so ready for him that she barely registered his dislodging of her hymen.
He withdrew and thrust back into her one more time to ensure that he was seated all the way in her body, then held still to collect himself. She felt so good. Soon the desire to move, overrode the desire for control. He was breaking and he knew it, but he had her and he was going to fuck her till she was so caught up in him that she would not know what to do without him. He did not want to break her spirit, but he wanted her body to ache for him and no one else.

He tried to go slow, to let her adjust to his length and girth, but she was clawing at him, moaning. “ Oohhh, please. Fuck me. Take me hard, make me yours. I am burning, please baby put out this fire inside of me.”

He knew all about a fire inside of someone and was determined to quench her desire while simultaneously ensuring that it was a barely banked flame that he could fan to a roar at will.

So he withdrew from her body, and pounded back into her with long, hard strokes, being sure to hit her cervix each time. Over and over again. Then he decided to add fuel to the fire and started to speak to her.

His voice would have been a soft caress at any other time, but she was so caught up in the sensation of him inside her that it was just accelerant of the fire that threatened to burn her alive.

“So beautiful.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “So hot, wet and tight.” Each word was accompanied by a thrust of his cock inside her. Her eyes, which were upon him, were clearly unseeing as she was caught in the maelstrom of sensation.

“I want you to cum for me, Hermione.” He moaned in her ear. “Cum! Now! My little slut.” As she started to break apart around him, he whispered in her ear. “Yes, baby. You are mine now. No other cock will ever satisfy you. You are so hot. You like my cock in that sweet puss? You can’t seem to get enough of this, baby. You want more?”

She was chanting his name over and over again, “Severus. Yes…. So good… So deep…. Never enough, never enough.”

He continued to pound into her, harder with each stroke, through one orgasm and right into another, and another. As the third orgasm hit her stronger than the first two, she felt his body stiffen and sent this cum splashing against her cervix in waves. She cried out his name as her body convulsed around him.

He had her wrapped so tight in his embrace she almost could not breath once she because aware again. She kissed him. Content and worry free for the first time in a long time.

Severus finally rolled off of her and pulled her to his side. “You are mine now.” He said as he ran his finger along her spine.

She sighed, and exclaimed. “Finally.”

He stroked her hair and watched as she fell asleep by his side. He had never had any one react to his touch the way that this slip of a woman did. He was in awe of her. She was smart and beautiful, and she wanted him. And him she would have. With that thought in his mind, he drifted off to sleep knowing she would be there when he woke.