Chapter Eleven: I’ve got sex on my mind

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Mid-November saw winter arrive in the highlands of Scotland with its earnest flurry of snow and sleet. In the fortnight that had followed their Halloween discussion, Hermione and Severus had not really advanced their relationship very much further. Hogsmeade gossip had certainly made their meetings more cautious, and Severus was content to be the perfect gentleman. He was now, more than ever before, keen to entice Hermione into making the next move in their relationship. He wanted her to come to him, to keep coming to him, so that it would always be Hermione who was emotionally vulnerable. He realised on a certain level that he was being callous, but he convinced himself that he was merely being prudent and cautious. There is no necessity, he reasoned, to have my heart made weak and vulnerable a second time. I have suffered enough with Lily; this time, I am going to play it safe.

Hermione was finding Severus' lack of initiative extremely frustrating. He knew she was a virgin. It was not easy for her to express her sexuality and desire. However, Hermione did understand her dark would-be-lover, and so she continued to be the one who instigated their trysts. For Hermione was smart enough to realise that, although he did not lay himself open to rejection, once she initiated contact, he would always respond with passion and fervour. Nonetheless, at the end of their rendezvous, in spite of their urgent kisses and caresses, Severus always managed to keep his control over the situation and send her away at night, untouched.

One Sunday night, on the twenty-second of November to be precise, Hermione was up late working in the library when Severus came in. "Hello," she whispered with a smile. "Madam Pince has gone to bed for the night. She told me to lock up when I leave."

Severus nodded. "I won't be long. I'm only picking up a few books."

Hermione smiled. Their moments alone had become even fewer and farther between since the onset of winter had come with a flurry of maladies that kept them both busy brewing for the infirmary. But tonight, she knew no one would be around this late. She quietly stacked the books she'd been researching through and placed them all into her heavy backpack. Then she approached the Librarian's counter where Severus was now entering the books he'd checked out. She idly read the titles and, when he was done, slid her arms around him. "I've missed you," she whispered, her lips ghosting against his ear.

Hermione was always amazed at how startled Severus was with her simple displays of affection. But his reactions were always pleasurable to her hugs and caresses. He turned around and pressed her back against the counter. She slid her hands into his thick hair and scraped her nails against his scalp. She'd learnt that this pleased him and she was not mistaken.

Severus growled in approval and took her mouth in a forceful kiss, which she returned with equal fervour. Soon she felt his impressive erection pressing hard into her belly, and she wrapped her leg around his hip, trying to get it to press into her aching heat. "Oh God, Severus, I want you," moaned Hermione. "Please come back to my rooms so I can get you out of these robes."

"Hermione," he breathed against her ear. "You know I want you desperately, but this is too soon. We've not been together for long. There's still so much about me that you don't know. My passions are not those of a callow youth; my years as a Death Eater have made me much harder, and much more brutal. I could hurt you so badly if I lose control."

"Nonsense," said Hermione firmly. "You would never hurt me. Besides, I trust you. I know that even if you lost control, you would ensure my pleasure. What do you think I've been researching at the dead of night, hmm...?"

Severus laughed. "Don't tell me you were researching sex?"

"But of course," whispered Hermione seductively. "When I come to your bed, I will be a virgin, but I won't be a shrinking violet. I want to know how to please you, to return your passion."

"Oh, Sweet Nimue," groaned Severus. "Do you know what hearing you speak like that does to me?" He thrust his hardness against her, fucking her through their many layers before once again gathering his control like a cloak and walking her back to her chambers.

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Three days later, Hermione was determined that she was going to see more of Severus' naked flesh. They had been in a relationship for almost a month now, and she knew that she was starting to go a little crazy with need. In truth, she was so frustrated that all she could think about was Severus and his row upon row of buttons, which she was desperate to undo. Deciding that she had to take the initiative once more, she ordered a daringly cut negligee in bronze-coloured silk from a Muggle lingerie catalogue. Waiting for the following Friday night, when she knew that Severus would be fairly unoccupied, she made her way down to his chambers. She had worn her work robes over the negligee and felt ready to take the next step in their relationship.

Severus was busy working at his desk on what seemed to be correspondence. He smiled tiredly at her and said, "It's lovely as always to see you, but I've got to finish all of this tedious work for the Board of Governors meeting tomorrow."

"Oh," said Hermione in disappointment. She realised she wasn't going to get the shagging she'd set her mind on. But, never one to dwell on what could not be, she merely said, "Let me help relax you a bit before you get on with it, then."

Severus looked perplexed but groaned softly when her hands began massaging his tired shoulders. "That feels divine," he murmured.

Hermione smiled, then, kissed him boldly on his lips. "There's something else that will feel even better," she whispered, before moving to kneel before him on the floor.

Severus' eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as she began parting his robe and frock-coat before unbuttoning the now straining fastenings of his trousers. "I don't..." said Severus, but he was quickly silenced by Hermione, who placed her finger against his lips.

"Please, Severus. I want to do this for you. Please let me," said Hermione softly.

He could not refuse her. Especially when all of his higher brain functions seemed to have shut down. Pushing aside the fabric of his wool trousers, she pulled out his now extremely hard and aroused flesh.

"God, that's beautiful," whispered Hermione, before running her fingers along his erection. Then, she smiled up at him and leaned over to take the tip of his cock tentatively into her mouth. She sucked and licked at it experimentally, getting a feel for its texture and taste.

Severus watched her spellbound. It was obvious that she had never done this before, but her fierce concentration as she gazed at his cock made him harder than he ever remembered being.

As Hermione took more of his impressive length into her mouth, Severus moaned. Unable to resist, he slipped his hands into her curls and used his hold upon her to slowly fuck her mouth. This indication of his desire seemed to act as a sign, for Hermione began working his flesh with much more certainty and ardour. As she sucked and swirled her tongue around his cock, Severus began thrusting into her mouth in earnest. Soon his tightly held passion was unleashed, and he lost himself in forcing more and more of himself into her mouth, gagging her repeatedly as he pumped in and out furiously. Hermione was extremely turned on by this, causing her to start moaning around his flesh. This excited Severus even more, and the last of his control vanished. Standing, he forcibly angled her jaw, ramming himself into her, forcing her to take him into her throat over and over again, until unable to stop, he came, groaning and gasping, flooding her with his seed.

When Severus was done, he sat back down shakily. He was convinced that she would now flee. He had told her that his passion was unrestrained. No virgin wanted to have her mouth raped, for rape was what he had done in the last moments of his passion. But instead, Severus watched in amazement as Hermione licked her lips like a cat making sure to get to the last drops of some precious cream. Then, looking at his shocked expression, she grinned cheekily up at him.

"That went better than I thought," said Hermione. She had been afraid that she would get her first attempt at fellatio wrong, but Severus' reaction, especially towards the end, had proved that she had managed to make the dark man lose complete control. "You're delicious," she next said, before perching herself on his lap to kiss him thoroughly.

Severus was speechless. Who is this wanton and what has happened to the bookworm of Gryffindor? Her kiss, however, distracted him, and he hungrily returned her kiss and revelled in the fact that he could taste himself on her. Eventually when he could think straight, he pushed her off him and straightened his clothes. Then, pulling her back on to his lap, he asked, "Were you not afraid? Hermione, another woman would have run screaming from the room, claiming correctly that I was raping her."

"Oh, Severus," said Hermione gently. "That was the most amazing experience of my life. You're always so in control, so rigidly in charge of every situation; to see you lose control was a real revelation for me. I can't wait to see more of it."

Severus kissed her tenderly on her bruised lips. Lips he had bruised with his cock. Merlin, he thought, but I'm a depraved fuck. I love the fact that it is my cock that gave her that pouty, red mouth. "You're a treasure," he rumbled hoarsely against her ear. "I shall have to return the favour soon."

Hermione shifted restlessly against him. Severus knew she was frustrated. He could smell her juices and feel the clenching of her thighs. He felt like a right cad for being unable to pleasure her, but work did come first. "Not tonight, my pet, I am sorry to leave you in this state, but these responses must be sent off tonight."

Hermione pouted, before nodding her head in agreement. She did realise how much work Severus had due to his insistence on curriculum change at Hogwarts.

"I'll hold you to that," she said cheekily before flashing him a bright smile. Then with one final kiss, she left him to his work.

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Hermione was spending another late Sunday night in the library. December had set in and the students were focused on the upcoming Yule holidays.

Severus, she knew, was in another lengthy meeting with Kingsley on the complaints some parents had made to the Ministry about Severus' decision to teach a more detailed Dark Arts curriculum.

Suddenly, the torches in the library were extinguished. She grabbed her wand and attempted to cast a "Lumos," but nothing happened.

Hermione started to panic. She knew sensibly that nothing could hurt her at Hogwarts, but sitting in the dark in the deserted part of the castle was frightening. As she attempted to make her way by touch to the entrance of the library, she was frozen by the feeling of chains wrapping around her. Hermione squeaked in fright. Just because the war was ended didn't mean there still weren't the family of the defeated in attendance as students in Hogwarts. She would always be an obvious target for revenge.

Slowly as if the chains were sentient, they wound 'round her hands before securing her in a position that left her with her hands pointing up towards the ceiling. Next, her feet were tied to the floor. Hermione was really afraid, but she tried to stay calm. "Who's there?" she called.

When there was no answer, she yelled, "Help, somebody, help."

It was then that she felt the first brush of magic unbuttoning her robes. Helpless, she could do nothing until she was completely stripped of the modest wool skirt she had on beneath her robes. Her cardigan and button-down shirt were opened, and then, her bra unhooked. Then her warm woollen tights and underwear followed. Exposed, she shivered with the intense cold of the castle.

But she could not deny that the utter stillness and silence of this seduction was starting to turn her on. The rush of adrenalin, the fear and the uncertainty of what was to follow were feeding the Darkness within, giving her enormous pleasure. For as her clothes had begun to come off, Hermione had realised that it was Severus who was wielding the magic behind this attack.

She grew wet with anticipation. She had no idea what he had planned for her. But Hermione trusted Severus completely, and she knew he was testing her, making sure that she could take his darkness and passion in stride before completely committing to their relationship.

When a gentle feather brushed her sensitized throat, Hermione moaned. She couldn't deny the passion this display was bringing forth within her. Next the feather circled her hardened nipples before moving down her stomach to flick at her weeping core. At the contact with her aroused flesh, she gasped.

"Severus," she called desperately. "Where are you? I want to see you... feel you," she begged urgently.

She was met by silence, but the feather was replaced by a cube of ice that drew circles on her nipples until she was nearly mindless with need. Just as she thought that she couldn't take the sweet torture being inflicted upon her, the never-melt ice cube slid into her gaping hole. Hermione gasped out loud yet again, and as the cube ground against her heated, needy nub, she shattered into a million pieces.

As she came, the ice cube was replaced by Severus' questing tongue that licked and sucked, driving her orgasm further. Even as she came down from her orgasm, his tongue did not stop its assault on her most intimate of places; instead he continued to lap, to nip at her clit until she was driven once more to the point of mindless frenzy. Doing her best to grind herself against him, she arched into him, trying to get as much of his tongue into her as possible.

She felt him chuckle darkly against her core, and the vibrations only increasing her desperation. "More," she begged, "oh please, Severus, I need more," as his tongue began to fuck her in earnest. As he plunged his talented tongue into her with ever increasing power she shattered once more, gasping, moaning her pleasure out loud.

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