Revenge is a Dish Best Served...

Revenge is a Dish Best Served...by the Potions Master

Warnings: NC-17, implied HG/LM & NM/LM...noisy HG/SS sex, coarse language, amateur porn creation (Thanks to ms-figg from whom (I'm fairly certain) I borrowed the idea for the 'porn creation' prop)
Word Count: 2343

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“That liar! That two-faced, double-dealing bastard! I'm going to make him wish I'd Avada'd his arse in the Final Battle” Hermione raged as she continued to destroy Lucius' study.

Lucius' favorite glass paperweight narrowly missed Severus as he came through the door to have lunch with his friend. It shattered against the frame, forcing Severus to dodge his head.

“What's the meaning of all this? Did Lucius forget an anniversary or something?” Severus queried as he side stepped the destruction, sweeping his foot to clear a path to the sofa.

“Oh, he didn't forget an anniversary. That's the problem. It's not a special occasion he shared with me that he remembered” she said with venom, the rage still evident in her eyes.

When he raised a brow in question, she continued her tirade “Apparently, 30 years ago today he proposed to Narcissa. They are currently celebrating the auspicious occasion in Italy where he popped the question. I expect they're shagging right about now and he'll ask her to remarry him as he's climaxing. I pity the bitch if she actually says yes!”

“That bastard actually went through with it” Severus muttered to himself. He looked at her, nodding for her to continue.

“I came in here to meet you for lunch and found them discussing the best way to oust me. It was like they had been planning it all along, the best way to humiliate me.” Hermione's eyes took on the glassy look of a person struggling to stifle the tears.

“I'm afraid some of this dreadful situation might be my fault” Severus said gently, wincing as he spoke as if preparing for her to let him have it.

“What do you mean?”

“As you know, Lucius gets off on competition. When he found out that I was interested in you, he made it a point to ask you out first. He was still with Narcissa at the time, though they kept it quiet as they were seriously contemplating divorce.”

“You mean to tell me that I've been sleeping with a married man?” Hermione's voice grew in volume and intensity as she spoke. Severus nodded, shutting his eyes, dreading the outcome his gesture would bring. “I've just been a joke to them. They've been together all this time, more than likely laughing it up behind my back just so Lucius could claim me as a notch on his broomstick before you?”

He nodded in affirmation, anticipating the fallout from this revelation.

“That cheating rat is going to wish he never met me.” The blood lust in Hermione's eyes was clearly evident.

“The best way to get back at him would be to show him what he's missing. Is there anything that Lucius wanted to do but you adamantly refused or vice versa?”

“Are you speaking in general terms or something specific because I can think of a few things Lucius wouldn't do with me.”

“For example?”

“He never fucked me on his desk. Probably because he only did that with women he actually cared about.”

He raised a brow at her bold statement. “What else?”

“He never wanted to go down on me. Though he expects it of me often” she told Severus distractedly.

He adjusted himself, attempting to conceal his reaction. “Go on.”

“I've always wanted to have sex in front of a mirror, to see things from a different angle. He acted as though the idea repulsed him” Hermione said in a low voice as a hot flush crept up her neck.

“Intriguing. I think you've provided us with plenty of ideas for how to best make Lucius ill with jealousy. Have you ever heard of a blue pensieve?”

She looked at him like he had just lost his mind. “I'm not grasping the connection. What does a pensieve have to do with my disappointments with Lucius?”

“Tsk! Tsk! I swear, sometimes you are just a bit too Gryffindor. Naturally we are going to do all of those naughty suggestions and create a blue pensieve of it for Lucius'...er, enjoyment.”

“So, you know how to make one?” Hermione asked, clearly intrigued.

“Of course I know how” he scoffed.

“You've made one before?” Her eyes went wide in anticipation.

“Is it a problem if I have?” he questioned, eager for her response.

“Not at all. In fact, I'm anxious to get started now that I'm obviously in expert hands. Is it difficult to do?”

Severus was somewhat distracted, fascinated by the dip in her throat which defined her delicate collarbone. He licked his lips in anticipation. “No, not if the mirror's at the right height and you're flexible enough. When you place your right foot on my shoulder, I'll...” he trailed off, noticing the puzzled look on her face. “You were referring to the pensieve, weren't you?” He snorted, “Ever the academic, aren't you? The magic isn't difficult at all. The same basic principles of memory extraction apply. You only need to speak the incantation Servo Monumentum if you wish to recollect the memories you're removing. It's rather simple really.”

“You make it sound so easy. Can we make duplicates for ourselves?”

“Absolutely. We can even spell them for certain eyes only. If you're ready, let's right the room and get started on revenge.”

A quick spell cleared the room of the objects of Hermione's rage. Severus charmed the floor-to-ceiling balcony windows to be reflective, providing Hermione with a formerly missed opportunity. He moved closer to an obviously nervous Hermione, sweeping the desk clear of all impediments as he approached. “No need to be nervous Hermione. Like you said, you're in expert hands” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers, catching her lips in a soul searing kiss.

Hermione's hands refused to remain still as he kissed her in a way Lucius never had. She worked her way under his frock coat, frantically working on the buttons of his shirt. “Mmm!” she moaned when she finally touched bare skin.

They broke apart, each gasping for much needed air. In a voice not her own, Hermione whispered, “I want you naked Severus. Now!” Her eyes had taken on a feral gleam. She was a woman possessed. A woman on a mission. That mission was to have the most incredible fuck of her life. If she managed to rub it in Lucius' face, all the better.

“Only if you're certain” Severus said quickly as he regained use of his primary brain. “Once the clothes come off, there's no going back.”

“I understand. I still want you naked and I expected it two minutes ago” Hermione panted as her breath quickened once more.

A simple Divesto had them both undressed. Severus cast a cushioning charm on the cleared desktop and gently set Hermione down on it, legs splayed wide, with her head dangling off the front side. Severus took a moment to breathe in her heady scent before his tongue made a long swipe across her nether lips. Relishing in her musky taste, he wanted more. Her breath hitched as his tongue thrummed against her clitoris.

“Oh yes” she moaned as she fisted his hair, bringing him closer to where she wanted him most. Once he introduced his fingers, Hermione screamed her pleasure, coming forcefully as he stroked that delicious spot inside while sucking her clit with wild abandon.

“Gods yes!” she screamed as her hips bucked in release. “Right there, please!” she begged.

Never before had Severus been with a woman so immediately responsive. He gradually and gently withdrew as she came down from her peak.

“I can't...I haven't the words to...it was” Hermione struggled to string together a coherent sentence.

“Don't say anything Hermione. Just go with it.” He kissed her into silence, giving her a taste of herself. His hands massaged her breasts, pulling and teasing her nipples until their stiffness rivaled that of his cock. Breaking their kiss, he stepped back to admire her chest. “You have magnificent tits” he whispered. He suckled each one briefly until she moaned in pleasure. “Stunning. Simply stunning. As much as I would love to play with your tits all day, I'd much rather be fucking you six ways from Sunday. Budge over a bit so I can sit. I want you to ride me.”

This bold request shocked her as she glanced at his generous endowment. “But I've never been with someone as...gifted as you. I'm not sure” she said in a slightly panicked voice.

His hand immediately caressed her mound, slowly traveling up and down, making obscene noises as he pumped in and out of her significantly aroused quim. “You are more that ready for this” he whispered as he eased his way onto the desk, his hand never leaving its place. He pressed his lips against hers, gently speaking to her “Show me a bit of Gryffindor bravery. I promise you won't be disappointed.”

“Yes” she answered before she shimmied over next to him.

“Face the mirror and get on top” he urged her, drawing his other hand around her waist to ease her trepidation. She straddled him as he'd asked, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her hair curly and loose, concealing half of her face. This brief look at her wanton and wild side reassured her belief that there was nowhere else she'd rather be. No one else she'd rather be with.

If he thought her chest was magnificent, then her arse could be classified as a work of art. High and firm, it was also delicately plump paying a perfect compliment to her wide set hips. He stroked his hands up and down her back, lingering on her arse during the down stroke. His motions urged her down on his cock.

“Ahh!” she moaned as she steadily pushed down, her pussy emitting crude sounds as his cock penetrated her slick passage. Hermione took his low growl as a sign to continue. She rocked back on her haunches, burying him completely in one quick motion.

“Oh” she gasped as the full sensation overwhelmed her. Once she composed herself, she quickly caught the rhythm Severus established with his hands on her hips.

“Yes! Yes!” Severus hissed as he felt a gush of fluid flow down and saturate the desktop. He let Hermione maintain their quick rhythm, which freed his hands for other pursuits.

He furiously stroked her, occasionally losing physical contact because of how wet she was. “I'm so close. Come with me Hermione.” He increased his assault on her clit, making her moan in delight.

“Oh. That's the spot! Don't stop!” she shrieked as the pleasure washed over her, tightening every muscle in her body, curling her toes.

Severus' hands ceased their explorations and returned to her hips, making her slam down on his body so hard it amplified the sounds their fluids made, causing the desk to creak in protest. When the tingling in his balls reached unbearable proportions, he reclined Hermione back, spreading her open so they could see clearly in the mirror where their bodies were joined. Seeing his cock disappear into her wetness again and again sent Severus over the edge. He bellowed her name as he found completion, holding her tightly against him.

He slowly moved against her, rotating his hips ever so slightly, sending little bursts of pleasure through her body as her orgasm waned. “That was incredible Severus” she said in a low voice, once she regained its use.

“I agree. Alas, we need to get up before Lucius returns. It's almost lunchtime.” They disengaged and eased themselves off the desk. They dressed in awkward silence, not knowing what to say about what just transpired.

“Severus” “Hermione” They both spoke simultaneously, breaking the tension in the room. Hermione gestured from him to continue. “If you still wish to, I know Lucius keeps spare pensieves in his bottom desk drawer.”

“Oh yes” she said, her eyes taking on a wicked gleam. “I want him to know exactly what he's throwing away.”

He smirked at her vitriol. He opened the drawer to find several regular pensieves, filled almost to overflowing. He withdrew two, taking care not to spill their contents.

Eyeing their surfaces, Hermione was disgusted to recognize the memories as the occasions she and Lucius had had sex. “Dump the memories in the fire” she said vehemently. “Apparently Lucius wanted no recollection of our escapades. Please get rid of them.”

Severus did as she asked, quickly returning with the now empty bowls. “If you'll watch me, I'll show you the precise wands movements needed after the memory is removed.” He placed his wand at his temple, eyes unmoving as he spoke Servo Monumentum and withdrew the fresh memory. Once the golden strand was safely contained his wand weaved an intricate, but relatively quick pattern over the surface. This turned the pensieve a deep blue. It shimmered briefly, showing Severus the special warding was in place. Once Lucius entered the memory he wouldn't be able to leave it until it was finished.

Once Hermione had repeated the motions, she visibly relaxed. “Oh, I do wish I could see his face when he exits...” she stopped speaking when she heard a soft whoosh, accompanied by an angry Lucius saying “Who warded my floo?”

Narcissa said quietly, “Let's try the foyer floo. We must have blocked the study when we left.”

Severus quickly turned to Hermione, “Let's get out of here. Shall we continue this at my home?” He was a bit uncertain how she wished to proceed now that she had vengeance in her grasp.

Hermione waved away the floo wards, grabbed her pensieve, and urged him toward the floo. Snatching a handful of powder, she tossed it into the flames, shouted “Spinner's End” and dragged him through with her as the unsuspecting couple opened the study door.

“What the Hell?” Lucius asked in shock as he surveyed the destruction of the room. He heard ominous laughter coming from the floo as his eyes settled on the blue pensieve alone on his desk.