Partners Sequel to "The Hunt"

Severus sat in his favorite armchair in front of his fire. Hermione was due to arrive soon. He smiled to himself. It had been six months since the day she made her rather unusual request. She had come to him seeking a partnership on a potion she was developing, but before leaving she had kissed him. He had been taken aback and unsure of what it meant but she clarified it soon enough.

He had initially refused her advances. He used to be her professor. The last thing he wanted was Hermione to suffer from gossip. He had been right about the gossip. Rita Skeeter had always had a vendetta against the brilliant girl and began circulating that maybe Hermione and Severus had carried on during their Hogwarts days. Hermione had dismissed it, and her friends ignored it. Anyone who knew either of them didn’t put much basis in the slander. It took only a short time for the rumors to die down, just like she said.

Now here they were, six months later, and partners in developing this potion. Devised to be taken in pairs to assist in better communication for lovers. They worked hard on it, having gone through several failed attempts. During those failures they sought solace with each others bodies and company.

Severus took a drink letting the fine Russian vodka burn down his throat. He had been the one to go to her place while they worked initially. When it came to the brewing stage, Severus’s labs were far more advanced, so the work continued in his home.

Severus had never had a woman in his room before. Hermione was the first. He didn’t know at first if he wanted her there, in his sanctuary, but his need for her overcame everything else he was thinking. That night in his bedroom he explored every inch of her. He took his time and spent the night learning her body.

He had thought she might rest a moment then go home, but when he awoke early the next morning she was right there spooned up against him. He had watched her sleep that morning, just looking at her face, peaceful and content.

Hermione was a remarkable woman, and the place she now had in his life made him think. How long did she intend to carry this on? They had not talked about the longevity of whatever this was that they had. Severus didn’t even now what to call what they had. He was reluctant to say girlfriend. It seemed too juvenile. She was by no means his fiancée. Lover was romantic and erotic and most likely the apt word to use.

Yes, Hermione as his lover was a thought that always made him smile. But how long would she remain his lover? How long would he be able to hold her? The thought of her leaving his life was something Severus didn’t want to contemplate. What if she did want to leave soon?

Maybe they should talk about it. If he wanted to discuss it, would it cause problems? Would she think he wanted to end this? No, he would make sure she knew what he was thinking if he decided to broach the topic with her. She was intelligent and not given to jumping to conclusions. She would explain whatever she was feeling if he asked.

Did he want to know? He took another drink. Did he want to know when she would leave? Did he even want her to leave? He got up and paced the room, unsettled by his own thoughts. Did he want to continue this permanently? Did he want Hermione to want him enough to stay.

He rubbed his eyes. Thinking of her this way was getting to him in ways he hadn’t thought. He didn’t know what to feel, but he knew that he didn’t want Hermione to replace him. All of a sudden he needed her to know that she…. he thought…… he wanted…….

Hell, he didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew what that he didn’t want her gone. He finished his drink and set the glass aside. How should he bring the topic up? Sex was something they could easily talk about, but this was different. He could tell her what he wanted from her body, he could ask what she wanted him to do, but when it came to emotions Severus was at a loss.

He didn’t know how to discuss what he felt. He was a private man and not given to sharing much with anyone, yet Hermione knew more about him then anyone. No woman had been in his room and she was there. No woman had spent the night in his home and she had been there for whole weekends at times. No woman had taken physical control with him during sex and he allowed her that control numerous times, enjoyed it rather, when she rose over him and used his body for her own release.

He continued pacing. How would he go about it? He didn’t know. He decided not to say anything at the moment. Until he was more sure of what he was asking for, he would say nothing.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hermione, come in.” He stepped aside and she entered. When he shut the door, he turned and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply as he always did. She responded with equal ardor.

“How are you my dear?” She asked, still holding him. It was in her nature to be affectionate with people, he had seen it. With her friends, when they socialized on rare occasions, everyone received a hug and kiss. But getting her kisses now, he knew the difference between the two. Her touches to her friends were comforting in nature, her touches to him were silent caresses. Hints of what they shared when they were alone and at their most intimate.

“I’m good.” He said smiling at her. “Have you eaten?” He asked, hanging her cloak. “I have but I can always get you something.” He offered.

“No, I ate already.” They walked to the lab and immediately the lovers vanished for the time being. In the lab they were focused and concentrated on the work at hand.

They were close, very close to finalizing the potion. Over the past few months they had come up with a viable formula and over the past few weeks they were brewing to find the perfect brewing time and steps. They expected to be able to test the potion soon, and Severus began interviewing test subjects.

They had each decided to stay away from friends. Seeing friends in an intimate setting was something neither of them wanted. Hermione and Severus would have to witness the act and would be taking notes the entire time. They would be randomly giving commands and asking questions at odd times.

Severus knew they needed people who would have no problem with an audience. They also needed a couple who had desires of their own, since the potion would allow them to feel what the partner needed. The couple chosen would also have to be comfortable talking about the after effects of the potion, when the test was done.

When Hermione had initially come to him with the potion she had suggested that they test the potion themselves. He was very adverse to that thought because he was trying to keep clear from Hermione at that point. He didn’t want to become involved with her because of the age difference. He had spent time thinking of a way to avoid her suggestion and had randomly thought of one.

Prostitutes. He had thrown the notion out at her as any means to escape her intention at the moment, but now it seemed the perfect option. They knew that testing the potion on themselves would be futile. They had spent the last few months learning each others bodies and what they desired. They were comfortable enough to communicate and ask for what they wanted.

Severus on the other hand was nervous about testing the potion on himself since he was unsure of his feelings for her. Letting her into his emotional state then would be suicide to him. No, they had to hire a couple, and that was that.

Prostitutes would have no problem with them being in the room to take notes. Prostitutes would have no problems communicating how the effects of the potions after the session. Prostitutes would have no problem following in instructions that Hermione and he might have during the session. Prostitutes also had unspoken desires since they did nothing but please other people, their own wants and needs were often ignored. They were the perfect test subjects.

Hermione agreed and Severus spoke with a brothel that offered services of men and woman. Since the key to this potion was attraction and desire, he offered the madam a nice sum to give her employees a small questionnaire, consisting of a single question. ‘Write the names of three colleagues of the opposite sex that you would personally enjoy having sex with. Not for payment of any kind, as a man or woman who wants to give in to a partner.’

He took the surveys and compared them. He asked the madam which of her employees were most cooperative and set those surveys aside. He wanted a couple who was still new to the business and would think without the work factor. He chose a lady named Emma and a man named Alan. Alan was first on Emma’s list and Alan had chosen Emma first for his answer. They were still both in the same age range being 25 and 27 respectively. He had chosen that age because it was the common age of couples who had communication problems. Older couples knew from experience to talk to each other.

As they brewed he spoke. “Everything is arranged for the meeting, all we have to do is set a time and date for the interview.”

“Did we book for a few tests? We may need more then one to complete it.” She said, not taking her eyes off the cauldron.

“Yes, we have.” They brewed for several hours until Hermione smiled.

“I think we’ve got it.” He leaned over her and together they went over the notes.

“Yes, Hermione I think we have.” They looked at each other and broke out into smiles. Hermione hugged him, and shrieked with triumph. When Severus joined her laugh he lifted her. Hermione’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. “How abut a drink?” He asked.

“Oh yes.” He carried her out of the lab and when they reached the front room he set her down and poured them drinks. He had barely set the bottle down when he felt hands slide around his waist.

“Severus, can you make me a naughty professor?” She asked from behind him.

“I think I could oblige you.” He took out a glass and set it down, taking a moment to inhale as her hands moved to his belt, slowly unfastening the buckle. He took out a few bottles and set them up, his mind on Hermione’s hands working his trousers open.

He had just poured the first ingredient, when Hermione slipped in front of him on her knees. He closed his eyes for a moment, then reached for the next bottle as his trousers and shorts slid past his hips. He nearly dropped the bottle as she took him in hand and gently stroked him.

He focused on mixing her drink, but leaned on the bar and sucked in a breathe as her warm mouth closed over him. She slid up and down, slowly the way he liked it. He let a groan escape and rolled his head back. He loved Hermione’s talents. He loved even more show her his talents as well.

Forgetting her drink he reached down and lifted her in his arms. She took out her wand and stripped off their clothes with one flick. Falling down on his back on the floor, he maneuvered her over his face and lapped her up. Hermione leaned forward and swallowed his cock, sliding up and down, coating his cock in spit. She gagged a few times, feeling his cock jump a few times.

The rolled about on the floor, the only sounds to be heard were inhaled breathes and ‘mmm’s’ along with a few whimpers. They shifted about, hot and randy and tasting each other deeply. Hermione’s face was covered in her saliva from moving her lips all over his cock and balls. Severus mouth and jaw were covered with her juices. Hermione always dripped buckets when she was turned on. He loved it.

Hermione jumped off him and spun around. Severus didn’t have time to register that she had risen off his face. It took only a moment for her to mount him. He let out a groan as her heat covered him. Gripping her hips he watched her face take on a furl as she rode him hard.

Hermione thrust her hips against him taking him deeply inside her, moving fast and watching him slid on the floor under her she got off on this power she held over him and loved it when he lost control. She knew he would if she came first. Being under her while she climaxed always brought his release fast.

He was close enough as it was. His hips were raising, thrusting into her as she rocked over him. She felt her body nearing her orgasm and rode him harder. Severus watched her face. He loved that pained look in her eyes when she rode him. It was a pain she loved.

“Oh gods Severus, I love riding you!” She cried out. “I…..I…..”

“I love being ridden, my dear. You’re going to com on me aren’t you.” He said between breathes.

“Yes…..yes….yes…oh Severus yes!!!!!!!!!” She thrust hard and he felt the most welcome splash of heat and fluid over his cock. For Severus it was the trigger, feeling her wetness flow over his sac drove him insane. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drove upward into her, now softer and hotter since she came.

He started grunting with every breathe he let out. Hermione kept her legs wide, taking him deep and watching his face as he had watched her. His face was hard, just as pained as hers had been. “Cum inside me Severus, please give me everything.” She said against his lips.

She knew when she asked him politely, it would be his undoing and it was. Severus let out a loud growl and thrust his hips up hard. Hermione clung to him to keep from being dismounted. He thrust again and Hermione felt his cock head expand as he flooded her insides with hot seed.

Hermione dropped her weight on his chest as her and Severus gasped and panted on the floor, covered in sweat. She used to roll off his body but lately he had been holding her so she wouldn’t move. This time was no different and she let her body go slack on top of his.

“There is nothing like a celebratory fuck.” He said. Hermione let out peals of laughter into his chest, feeling his own tense up as he laughed with her.