The Act of Seduction

Chapter One


The dinner party was a bore, the guests were tiresome, and yet Hermione was sitting at the table all but squirming with the need to fuck. She had been invited to the dinner the week before to Ginny and Harry’s anniversary and she had accepted the invite despite the fact that they were including Ministry of Magic officials on the guest list. This was more than likely Ginny’s doing as she cared more of these things than Harry ever did, Hermione thought.


“Is something the matter?” came from next to her.


She looked over to Severus Snape. He had been invited as well as the rest of the staff of Hogwarts. The last time she had seen him was at a museum showing several months before when she and Draco were still involved. The blond aristocrat was now courting a pure blood witch from Athens. He had left with her blessing, but it didn’t stop the hurt that he had found someone else so quickly.


“No,” she murmured. “Nothing.” She took a sip of her wine. “So how have you been, Professor Snape?”


“Very well, thank you for asking,” he replied. “And please call me Severus.”


She frowned at the way he purred to her, but pushed it out of her head. The last thing she needed was to get into a relationship with him. All he wants was a fuck, she reminded herself. It could work. So could masturbation, she thought sourly. Fucking was all well and good, she thought taking another sip of her wine. She loved doing it. But if she couldn’t find someone to top her properly soon…


The man on the other side of her accidently spilled his glass of water over at that moment all over her dress. Cursing she thought about drying it with her wand, but ended up leaving the table in an attempt to escape the tedium.


Once in the bathroom, she thought about staying there, but knew she would be found. She absently dried the dress with a wave of her wand, trying as she might to think of one good reason she should stay at the dinner party. She couldn’t think of one.


Just then the door to the restroom was opened and she saw Severus Snape slipping into the room with her. He warded it as well as put a silencing spell on it before turning to look at her.


“I heard Draco was engaged to be married,” he said. “I suppose congratulations are in order?” he asked her.


Sighing heavily, she said, “For a brilliant man, there are moments that your inability to observe the obvious is amazing.” She lifted her left hand and wiggled her ring bare fingers. “He may very well be engaged, but not to me.”


He moved closer to her, caging her body against the sink. “And this upsets you?”


“No one likes admitting to failure, Severus,” she told him. “No one. I thought it was working, but it wasn’t. I don’t regret what we had. It was wonderful while it lasted.”


“But?” he asked.


“We wanted different things,” she whispered. “It happens.”


“Yes, that it does,” he replied, lifting his hand to her neck and tracing his knuckles down in a line down to her décolletage. “Draco told me about it.”


This had her stiffening, but she said nothing.


“He told me that you needed more than he was prepared to give,” he murmured, leaning in closer until his lips were at her ear. “Boys are like that. So passionate and yet unwilling or able to pull through.” She shivered at the feel of his hot breath against her ear. He nuzzled her ear, pressing a small kiss just behind it. “You’re a very passionate woman, Hermione. You’re fairly vibrating with need. Say the word and I’ll take care of it—of you.”


“H-how do I know that you aren’t looking for simple fuck?”


He chuckled. “Because, witch, it would be wasting both of our time if that was the case.” Severus lifted her up higher and moving her so that she was now pinned against the near by wall.


Hermione gasped at the feel of his hard body pressed against her own. His erection was pressed between her now slightly more open thighs.


“I’m a dominant,” he told her as he carefully began to remove her hairpins to lower her hair from what must have been a painfully restrained hairdo. “Draco told me that you were a submissive. I was a bit shocked at this news. I have always found you to be a bit bossy. But then he told me that you had rules. Now that I could believe.” He finished taking her hair down. “That’s better.” He massaged her scalp, making her close her eyes and nearly purr at the sensation. “You are a little cat, aren’t you? Do you like being petted, stroked?”


“Yes,” she mewed, leaning into his touch.


“Tell me about your rules, little cat,” he ordered gently.


“I don’t like to be called horrid names,” she whispered. “The last place I wish to be insulted is when I’m being intimate. I’m only so with people I trust. Trust is everything to me. And if they cannot respect me enough to not call me a slut or a cunt, it makes me wonder if they have the right to my regard.”


“That is sound reasoning,” he murmured. “Please go on.”


“I don’t like spanking,” she told him. “I’ve tried it. I don’t like it. It does nothing for me at all. I’ve had others try to convince me of how wrong I am. It didn’t work.”


“So noted,” he breathed, feeling her small movements of her body against his own that she was totally unaware of. “What else?”


“I like being tied up,” she whispered. “I like being watched. I, uh, will try almost anything once.”


“Such as?” he asked her.


“Threesomes,” she told him. “Though, I really don’t find women appealing that way. I like cocks.” Her eyes went a bit glossy even as her hips pressed her even harder against his hard sex. “Big, thick cocks.”


“Are you loyal?”


“Yes, I do not see the point of sleeping about if one makes a commitment.”


“But what of this need for big, thick cocks?” he asked her, grinding all the more against her making her gasp at the rubbing at her cloth covered clit.


“I can’t…” she moaned.


“Take off your panties,” he ordered stepping, watching as she did so letting them drop from underneath her dress.


He scooped them up, sniffing them and letting out a long appreciative sigh. “You are very aroused.” He pocketed the panties. “So like I asked, what of this need of yours?”


“I said I would try it, I never said I’ve done it,” she murmured. “I suppose I’m old fashioned in my views of one man at a time, but I find that they tend to be enough if they have what I need.”


He gave a nod. “And you didn’t have that with Mr. Weasley?”


“I doubt any woman could,” she muttered. “Can we please not speak of him? Just having the thought of him in my head that way is making me dry up.”


“I apologize,” Severus said, looking around the bathroom. “We need to get to a different room, preferably one with a bed.


“There’s a guestroom down the hall,” she told him. “The bed is on the small size, rather lumpy, but it will do for the time being.”


“Lead the way,” he said, unspelling the door.


She checked first and had him down the hall in a matter of seconds. Once there, he once again put up the wards and silencing spells. He turned to see her sitting on the bed. He went over to her, kneeling in front of her. He kissed her mouth tenderly, as he went about pushing her dress lower to reveal her breasts. When he pulled back he gasped at the sight of them.


“Are they real?”


“Meaning?” she asked him coolly.


“They aren’t spelled larger or have those muggle implants?”


She took his hands and placed them directly onto them. “Do they feel artificial in any way?”


“Merlin, no,” he muttered, squeezing them just so. “Bloody perfect.”


“I want to strip you,” she panted. “Tell me I can.”


“Not yet, little cat,” he murmured, lying her back and covering her with his body. “I need to do some exploration first.”


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