A Tale of Two Wizards

Disclaimer: Nope not mine, Jo's!


Tide of Passion

Severus was not happy. He was starting to feel a little queasy.

She was in the dungeons, and she was undergoing all sorts of torture. His master decided that he, Snape, should try to seduce her! Literally.

He didn't want to; goodness knows what would happen to her if he did. And it wasn’t going to help future relations with the Order - he was dangling on a thin enough thread as it was - Potter had only let him go on one condition, that he train up Hermione on the Wolfsbane Potion for Lupin. He decided he had to get it over with.

Hermione was sitting there, chained to the wall, her wand placed teasingly close. He bent down and picked it up.

"You have a chance to escape," he said.

"Why? What has he ordered you to do to me that you don't like?"

"I've been told to seduce you, literally!"

"And why don't you want to do it? Is it because I am a bushy haired insufferable know-it-all who has buck teeth and is a complete dunderhead?"

"You sound insulted that I don't want to do it with you, yet I thought it would be quite the reverse?"

"Ha, you only live once, sir. You were a teacher once, so teach me the subtle art of seduction!"

"Potter won't like it!"

"Yep, well, I'm not Potter, I'm Granger!"

Snape bent his head and picked her up. He observed her nubile young body. She was ripe, ready for seducing, ready for him. He realised that he could do a lot worse.

"You asked for it!"

He smiled.

Hermione looked at her former Professor, she had never seen his obsidian eyes glow like that before. They reminded her of burning coals on a fireplace. Hot and passionate! She was not so confident, as she was before. This was a man who could frighten you just by saying 'boo'. He was also strong and she had no chance of fighting back.

He was circulating her body and peering at her every angle like she was some sort of object in an art gallery or a museum. She pressed her lips together, the more he gazed at her the hotter she became. Her heart was pumping so loudly it was in her throat, and her dress began to feel tight, and restrictive on her. She needed a drink.

Suddenly he stopped and just stood behind her. Her nerves were tingling with anticipation and excitement. Her head felt like it was going to explode, and she felt tense and wanted to run but knew that even if she could she probably wouldn't. Her curiosity would have gotten the better of her. And besides, she had always wondered what he was like beneath those buttons.

He gently ran his long thin fingers up her arms starting at the back of her hands. She shivered despite her blood temperature going sky high; she closed her eyes and murmured with pleasure.

He began stroking her hair and then gently he tugged her hair so that she was laying her head on his chest. She felt his heart beat beneath the buttons and was surprised to find out he was as excited as she was. He got a good view of her breasts. She caught a glimpse of joy as he surveyed the scenery.

He began tracing his lips on her throat and neck. Hermione couldn't help it! No magic spell could stop her!

"Severus!" she whispered gently in his ear.

"We've only just begun Hermione!"

She had wilted. She knew she was his!

Hermione! How her name rolled off his tongue the way silk slides off wood furnishings. He saw her eyes look longingly at his mouth. He sensed her wondering and curiosity. He smiled. He obviously had not lost his touch with women. He regarded her mouth with a smooth sensuous smile.

He gently pushed her head off his chest and then put an arm around her waist. Keeping it there he stalked around her body, she caught her breath, as his arm moved around in the same slinking fashion. Once he faced her he swept her in his arms, she went to kiss him.

"No, my dear, not yet," he murmured in a slow hushing voice in her ear. It only heightened her senses that voice calling her dear. She felt a little impatient, when was he going to kiss her?

He traced her right cheekbone with his lips only occasionally letting the tip of his tongue flicking onto her cheek making her moan ever so slightly. He moved his left arm up her back spreading his hands on the small of her back. He then let his lips glide down to her shoulder as she whimpered.

"Kiss me, Severus, please?" she asked in a submissive husky tone.

He ignored her, as he kissed down her arm, and then panting slightly he gazed up to examine her expression, he breathed in her scent and grinned wolfishly. He looked down at her breasts and gently placed his lips on them. He pressed his lips on the part of her breast that was exposed.

She put her hands in his hair and pressed him harder so he kissed them in the way that she responded. He then let his teeth graze on her flesh and gently pinched some between his teeth. She bit her lip in absolute pleasure.

He then kissed her neck and sucked a little on her ear.

"Are you sure you want me to kiss you Hermione?"

"Yes," she answered. "Please, before I explode!"

"Very well!"

He pressed his lips on hers gently just brushing them and then he flickered his tongue in and out of her responding open mouth, it certainly felt hot, he observed with cool pleasure. I'll have to do something about that. He stroked his tongue on hers then he circulated it around and his hands went through her hair and her fingers were enlaced with his.

They broke apart panting.

"Severus," she said. "I want you now!"

Severus looked at her hot, excited expression and realised the eagerness in there. He decided to play with her, as a little payback. Oh, he'll give her what she wants, but it will be on his terms.

"All in good time Hermione," he smiled. "It's not as if I have anything better to do!"

Anything better to do? She fumed. The arrogance of the man, if she weren't in these chains she'd walk out this cellar and push him on the floor in the process. How could he make her feel like a goddess one minute only to bring her down to the level of sport?

"Sport Hermione?" he asked caustically. He prowled towards her. "So you think I am arrogant, and if these chains weren't on you, you'd walk?"

She was stunned, and opened her mouth to shout abuse at him, but found she couldn't, as his burning, penetrating eyes sparkled full of dark mischief.

"Sir, I've changed my mind I want to go!" she exclaimed.

He placed his hand on the wall just above her head and trapped her there with his body and his eyes, pondering her.

"You said that you wanted this only a few moments ago," he said teasingly. "And I said I was prepared to do it with you."

"Only because Voldemort will kill you if you don't!" she exclaimed.

"No, Hermione, because I want to AND DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" He roared taking her arms in his hands, his pincer like grip ripped into Hermione’s flesh and caused her to bleed.

"You - you do want me?" she asked in a soft small innocent voice. He looked at her puppy dog brown eyes that were brimming with tears and yearning.

He grabbed hold of her dress straps and in one motion he ripped them of the dress causing four small pieces of fabric to droop down her front and back exposing more of her soft sensuous flesh. She swooned at the sound.

Snape licked the blood of her skin and then stepped back, he stood in a shaft of moonlight that managed to get through the bars in the window at the top, and he looked glorious. He unhooked his robe and flung it to the floor revealing a smartly dressed man. He then undid his black silk cravat exposing his white neck glowing silver.

Hermione was holding her breath as he stepped towards her.

"Undress me!" he commanded.

Oh gods! Oh Merlin! Undress him. UNDRESS SNAPE! Wow, how many other girls had this privilege? She put some tremulously shaking hands to the top of his waistcoat. Before she touched it, however, he took her hands, and sucked each of her fingers, and as he pushed her slender middle finger in his mouth she moaned again, the pleasure, the gratifying pleasure was all hers! She felt the heat inside his mouth, and her knees were weakening beneath her!

As if sensing it he hitched her legs up over his waist. She undid the first button and then as if some wild animal had taken over her she undid the rest in a frenzy, as if this was the last thing she'd ever get to do and she wanted to get it over with.

Once she had succeeded with the waistcoat she moaned as he pressed her harder towards his abdomen. OH MERLIN!!!!!!! He was, she gulped, okay Granger you're a scientist snap out of it! He was – swelling - for want of a better word against her and she could feel it.

"You see Hermione," he whispered darkly in her ear. "You feel?"

"I feel," she whimpered.

She looked with complete disappointment that he was wearing a rather new romantic white silk shirt.

"Why the disappointment?" he asked worried.

"Undressing you is like playing pass the bloody parcel!"

"Don't worry my sweet," he simpered smoothly in her ear. "The grand prize at the end is entirely for you!"

She was glorious and soft and pliable in his coarse rough hands. She looked at him and he at her. She gulped again wondering what the heck she was doing in her ex-teacher’s arms, and how strong those arms were. How capable. How wonderful. She couldn't believe she wanted out only moments ago, she must have been mad. Of course she wasn't a virgin, she and Ron did it after Dumbledore died, out of grief, and a few times after, but being in Snape's arms made her feel like she was still a virgin, Ron was clumsy. Snape knew EXACTLY what he was doing, and he was doing it well!

She felt his grip on her back tighten, his sharp fingernails were practically digging holes in the back of her flimsy summer dress, a flimsy pink summer dress that covered the basics for modesty. She felt them go into her back and yelped. Snape responded to that yelp by only digging in his nails further. He wished that he could take that dress off, but at the moment he was satisfied with balancing her lissom limbs on his waist. He was having great fun with pressing her and pushing her to him without actually making a penetration. He made one more practise thrust at her scraping her back with uncontrollable animal like intensity.

She felt she could take no more this was hell! Or was it hell cleverly disguised as heaven as she felt his body temperature rising with hers, as the closer they came, and the more vigorous it got. He felt his skin rippling beneath her hands, she tentatively ran her hands gently down his back, the satin fabric made that job much easier once she got to the bottom of the shirt she decided to lift the shirt up and touch the skin of his back and found that he was sweating and as she pushed her hands up his spine he bit his lip. It was now her in control. She got to the top to the nape of his neck and yanked her arms backwards causing the shirt to tear.

Snape was beginning to enjoy this even more. He felt her body heat up all the more and with each practise thrust his mouth was becoming drier and he wanted a drink. He wanted to drink her mouth; he wanted to get drunk on her sweet taste, nectar from the gods! No, Ambrosia was much better. The honey taste mixed well with his vanilla tasting juices, as soon as Hermione had ripped apart the shirt with a force, which he never thought possible, he captured her mouth in a violent, passionate kiss.

As soon as Hermione had his tongue inside her mouth again she pushed her body down on his - equipment - she thought delicately. His tongue didn't just want to taste her tongue, it wanted to go deeper, and he forced it down her throat causing her to make a strangling sound. He didn't care the heat had taken over. He had to get out of his trousers, and she bloody well had to get out of that silly dress!

He gently lowered her on the straw in the dungeon, her bed. She let herself go with him their eyes keeping contact. When he had lowered her successfully, and smoothly, he took one look at the dress.

"Pink doesn't suit you, you know!" he murmured darkly as he took the dress. He fingered its texture and quality and then like with the straps, he took the top of the dress, the breast line of it, and like she did with his shirt, (no matter he had plenty like it!) he tore it straight off her body to reveal a beautiful, golden body. Her hair splayed all over her sweaty face and the straw, it was almost camouflaged.

MERLIN!!!! She was thinking what if Harry saw us like this? What would he say? What would he do? I know what he'd do! He'd Avada Kedavra Snape's sexy butt! He was shimmering in the silver moonlight. A Dark Knight indeed. Although not a vampire! Said a wicked naughty thought. Unfortunately!

He looked down at her almost naked body and saw her nipples hardening underneath the lacy, cotton white bra she was wearing. He leant down, and decided to suck her nipple through the bra. She caught her breath in the same strangling sound, as before, and held his head tight there as before running her fingers through his now sweaty hair.

"How much longer?" she breathed. "With Ron it's over about now!"

His dark eyes glittered with malevolent jealousy. She'd pay for that remark.

"You're not having sex Hermione," he growled in a very lion like way. "You're making love, it's completely different!"

"So, how much longer? I really can't hold out much longer?"

He started licking the sweat that had formed between her breasts.

"At this moment in time," he started as he kissed her again bringing her up closer to his body so their naked bodies could actually touch for the first time. It caused her to murmur and moan. "It is going to take a while Hermione, because I don't want a piece of you. I want the whole of you. I am going to make love to every inch of you and you have a lot to make love to. So stop talking and let's continue the lesson shall we, theory will come in after!"

She had submitted after that.

He wanted escape; he still had his trousers on. She realised that and lowered her hands gently down his torso that was glistening with sweat, she paused awhile circulating her hands in the tufts of his black hair that covered his nipples. It was his turn to catch his breath and make a gulping sound. She then went down to his trousers to finish undressing him.

She felt his buckle, a huge glinting silver thing. She managed to get a proper look at it. It had a green Snake design, moving the way a photograph or a picture does. One was eating the tail of the other and that was eating the tail of the one who was eating its tail.

"It's all about life," Snape said as he looked at her pondering on the design. "About the circle of life and death."

"Really," she breathed as she looked up at him. Merlin he was sexy. A bit of his hair had flopped down his brow covering his eye, and she tucked it behind his ear lovingly, and stroked his face. His eyes were now glittering with sex appeal, and she felt it. She saw the heat in his eyes at that moment. The love he had for her reflected deeply and passionately. Like Heathcliff, gods, she loved Heathcliff, and Snape was exactly like Heathcliff, right down to the revenge. He was like the lava of the world bubbling deep and hot. And so was she. Two volcanoes likely to erupt any minute with over boiling passion! She felt the air fizzle all around them, she heard the sparks crackling. "I don't give a damn!"

She undid the buckle with one swift movement of her nimble light fingers. She then took the belt out of the straps of his trousers, and threw it away. She then undid the three buttons hiding the zip. It definitely was pass the parcel. She then saw the zip. Snape leaned over and whispered as he unclasped her bra.

"Go on Mia, you know you want to! Do it! Unhinge me completely. I am your slave now!"

As he moved back he slid her bra down her arms, and then threw that away. Hermione closed her eyes, her heart in her throat, and did it. She grabbed the zip, pulled it down, and saw Snape in nothing, but a pair of black silky boxer shorts with little silver snakes on them, sexy or what. Oh Hermione what are you going to do now? He looked at her.

She fell on her back and let him examine her, he leaned over brushing the tips of his nipples down her legs causing her to breath heavily. He then brushed his hands up her legs and when he got to the knees he felt her shudder, and moan, he gently opened them up, and then slid her matching knickers down. She pulled his boxers off of him and once completely naked they could no longer control themselves.

He slithered his - equipment - Hermione again thought delicately, into her. She felt it glide, and she moaned with pure hedonistic ecstasy! He kissed her body all over the place wantonly and with shameless unabandon. He licked the sweat of her hips and sides, he licked the belly button and then he rubbed his hands over her breasts and captured her open, hot dry mouth in his.

"Think of me," he said as he thrust smoothly into her. "As a key and," he thrust again gently not wishing to hurt her there could be other times for that. "And you as the door."

"Unlocking what?" she asked with great difficulty as she was enjoying his touch, his voice. Enjoying him completely.

"The secret house of your deepest darkest desires," he whispered gently, as he thrust one last time, his body aching, and sweating.

"Severus!" she yelled out as she felt herself orgasm. "One more time please just for me!"

He thrust himself deeper inside of her soul and captured her mouth in one last mouth-watering kiss as he then moaned.

"MIA!"

He then came and he slithered out of her again. Both puffing and panting. Both their bodies shining with sweat, and both pairs of eyes looking at each other with clear understood excitement.

He put his boxers and trousers back on, and picked up his cloak, he wrapped it around her, and picked her up.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked.

"To a proper bed, perhaps we can share a bath together? I'll get a house elf to bring strawberries, cream and sugar shall I?"

"Do you care about me?" She whispered, snuggling close to his warm capable chest, the hairs were soft and silky, and she loved playing with them.

"Enough to give you what you desire the most, Hermione Granger," he said. "I'm not finished with you yet!"

A/N So what do you think? Shameless smut I know, and yes there will be more!