5. Never Underestimate Hermione Granger

A/N: And this is very important!! This chapter includes a piece of artwork created for this chapter of Bewitching Her Mind by usagitsu. It is rated NC-17 and is quite ... well, you'll see when you get to it.

Chapter 5: Never Underestimate Hermione Granger

Severus stumbled into his bedroom with Hermione in his arms. She had her fingers laced around the back of his neck and was lazily kissing his neck and bare shoulders. He threw her naked body onto his bed, quickly tore off his pants and crawled up her body, planting small kisses up her thighs, over her stomach, and stopping to suckle her plump breasts. He lay comfortably between her legs, satiated and feeling deliciously lethargic.

Hermione played with the strands of black hair that lay haphazardly across her chest, framing his face as he leisurely played with his newfound toys. Who was she to complain? His tongue was quite talented, knowing precisely what her body needed. Although exhausted, she started to respond once again to his touch.

Gods, she thought, now this is the difference between a boy and a man. She had never had much patience for the inexperienced fumbling of boys. She sighed contentedly and surrendered to the feelings that were coursing through her body.

Severus looked up at her with heavy-lidded eyes, spent but by no means ready yet to sleep. "Happy?" he asked as he kissed his way slowly around her navel.

"Quite, thanks," she replied and twisted a lock of his hair around her finger. She laughed softly as it resisted the curl and slipped silkily from her grasp. "Mmmm ... I love your hair."

"So, I would suppose that 'Greasy Git' is a rather inaccurate nomenclature," he commented saucily.

"Well, maybe the greasy part. The rest remains to be seen." Oh, how she loved to bait this man. He nipped vengefully at her overly sensitized skin, causing her to flinch.

"Ow! You horrible man," she squealed.

"Now, now, my sweet. I thought you enjoyed a little pain," he quipped, clearly tempting her.

A small, evil smile spread over her lips. Now he was in trouble. He began to get hard again in anticipation.

"So the bad little...okay, not so little...Potions master wants to play games, does he?" she drawled in a honey-sweet voice. His swelling cock jumped at the more-Slytherin-than-Gryffindor attitude she affected. Gods, yes, this woman was everything he expected and a lot more. Even the ex-Death Eater in him was getting aroused.

Hermione rolled him off and sat up, turning her back to him. She glanced around her new surroundings for ideas. It didn't take very long for an idea to present itself; she untied one of the velvet sashes that tied back the curtains on the grand four-poster bed and pulled it free. Suddenly, his nimble fingers insinuated themselves between her slightly parted thighs, delving up into her folds. She twisted around to smack the offending hand.

"Naughty boy. Didn't your mother teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" she teased. Slowly, she drew the sash lazily over his stomach, circling it over his thighs and finally over his swollen cock.

"Get up," she demanded. He didn't move, choosing instead to give her a very Snape-like sneer, as if to say, "Little chit, ordering me around?"

"I said get up!" she growled savagely, and she wound the sash once around her hand and whipped him with it. The sneer vanished instantly. She whipped him again. "Now, move up to the head of the bed!"

The sight of naked Professor Snape, surly Potions master and control freak, scrambling up the bed made her juices flow. He seemed eager for what was to come, which excited her even more. She slithered up to him seductively, straddling his thigh, showing him how ready she was for him. Then, she brought his hands above his head and swiftly tied them to the headboard.

"You do realize, Miss Granger, that I could release these binds with one word." He affected his best classroom voice.

"I am very much aware." She imitated his tone with eerie exactness. "But your punishment, if you were to release those bonds, would be quite severe." She leaned in close and whispered, "I trust that you have more intelligence than to defy me."

Sitting back, she admired her handiwork. Professor Snape lay splayed in front of her in all his glory with one marvelous erection standing at attention, seeming to strain toward her, begging for whatever was in store.

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"Whatever is the matter, Professor? Feeling a little turned on?"

The sound that escaped him could only be described as a whimper. Hermione was emboldened by his response and a little surprised that she had elicited such a reaction from him. However, she could not let something like a whimper from him pass unnoticed. In one swift move, she slapped his cock and watched it spring back. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned.

"Open your eyes!" she yelled and slapped it again.

"Fuck, Hermione!" His voice shook as he grew even harder.

"Oh, you like that do you? What else do you like, Professor?" Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "Maybe you like this?" she said as she knelt before him, spread her knees wide, and fingered herself. He pulled on his bonds hard, wanting to join in, not having expected her to go this far.

"What's the matter, sir? Want some?" she asked, drawing her fingers from her nether lips up to her mouth. Snape yanked on the bonds even harder.

"Down, boy!" she said sharply and smacked his cock again.

Snape growled in frustration.

"What was that, sir? Do you have something to say?" Hermione fell back on her heels, spreading her lips for him to see, and slid two fingers slowly inside. "Oh, gods, this feels so good. Don't you wish you were the one fucking me instead?"

She pumped her fingers in and out a few times, letting her eyes shut halfway. Suddenly, she leaned into him and drew her wet fingers beneath his nose. "Do you smell that, sir? You could be having this."

Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined anything like this from her, of all people! He felt his testicles tighten, and he knew for a certainty that he would never look at her again in the same light. He would be teaching Potions to the Gryffindors with a perpetual hard-on.

"You want to play games, sir? Look at me!" Her left hand was twisting her nipples and kneading her breasts while her right hand thrust and rubbed and played below. She still had the presence of mind to abandon her breasts to give him one last slap. His hips bucked.

"Gods, Hermione," he gasped. "Let me come. It's too much."

Her fingers were too busy and her climax too close to care anymore. He could see it in her face. "Eximo," he whispered, and his bonds gave way. His hand found his erection as he watched her pleasure herself, desperate to find his release.

"Watch me, Hermione," he urged. "Watch me come for you."

Her eyes focused on his hand, which pumped fast and hard over his erection. It was an awesome sight, one that pushed her closer to the edge. Her fingers met his pace, imitating his thrust, desperate to bring herself to conclusion as he met his own.

"Yes, Hermione. I'm so close. Oh, fuck! Hermione, yes! Come for me!" he screamed, and he came, his semen expelling with such force that it fell across her thigh, on the bed, on his legs....

He stroked through his orgasm and watched as Hermione watched him. When her orgasm finally hit, she cried out and fell forward, screaming his name as they both nursed the last shudders from their bodies.

She used the last ounce of energy she had left to crawl on top of Severus, collapsing on his chest, utterly exhausted.

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It took a few minutes to recover. Severus' strength was completely sapped, his muscles liquefied. He thought of using a cleansing spell, but what had just transpired put him in the mood for a more traditional solution. Even though his muscles complained, he bent to scoop Hermione in his arms. Her petite form clung to him lovingly, and he walked to the bathroom and deposited her in the bathtub. A few select herbs were added to the bath water to relax them both, though they really needed no help relaxing.

The bathtub filled, slowly covering her exhausted body. He stood in awe, watching this woman recline in his tub. He felt drugged by her; he would do anything it took to keep her. She gazed up at him and held her arms open, inviting him in.

Severus gingerly slid into the water and fell into her, nuzzling her neck amid the bubbles. She pulled him up gently to meet her mouth. Their kisses were gentle and unhurried. His lips caressed hers lovingly, and her tongue wound out to entwine with his, a slow dance that brewed quietly to a simmer, enflaming a more subdued desire.

He twisted her around, sitting her on his lap and drawing her closer against him. She never would have guessed to find him ready for her again, but there he was. She wanted him so badly, all of him. Her heart seemed to blossom inside her chest, both in desire and fear ... fear that he wouldn't return the feelings she was about to share with him.

"Severus," she whispered in his ear. "I love your sharpness, and I love your softness. I love my gentle Severus, and I love my irritable Professor Snape. I need you. I want you to be mine."

Her words almost rendered him speechless, and his heart pulled painfully in his chest. This was more than he could have asked for, more than he deserved.

"Hermione, everything about you is amazing to me. You are more than I could have asked for, and I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my entire life. I would sacrifice everything I have for you. I love you. You will be mine."

Oh, so very slowly, Hermione sank onto him, binding him inside of her. She looked into Severus' eyes and was shaken by the naked emotion he made no effort to hide. This man loved her. He loved her! Her heart burst and tears filled her eyes. He leaned forward, thrusting into her lovingly, feeling himself push against her cervix. She inhaled through a sob and found his lips waiting to take hers. Their mouths continued the slow, steady rhythm set by their bodies. They took their time, drawing out their passion, savoring each other as if to imprint this moment forever in their minds.

Rocking back and forth against him, drawing him in and out of her, she felt the familiar sensations building once more. His kisses grew in intensity as their pace quickened, tongues tangling frantically. As the pressure mounted, he bucked up into her, feeling her walls tighten against the impending release. Suddenly, she clenched around him, moaning into his mouth. His voice melted into hers as he ground deep into her one more time and gave in to his climax.

Nearly falling asleep in the tub, Severus came to his senses long enough to cast a drying spell and carry her one last time to bed, where they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Hermione awoke as Severus quickly drew the quilt over her head. She had enough sense to remain still.

"Severus," she heard Dumbledore's voice echo in the fireplace. "I'm calling a faculty meeting this morning before the students go into Hogsmeade. See you in my office at ten, all right?"

"I will be there, Albus," Severus replied.

When the fireplace stopped sputtering, he withdrew the covers. "Good morning." He smiled, looking mildly rumpled. "Want some breakfast before I have to go to that blasted meeting?"

Hermione purred in acceptance, extricating herself from the bedclothes. They were both naked, and the sight of his body made her own feel even more awake. She felt his eyes on her body, staring hungrily.

"Unfortunately, the headmaster will not allow us to indulge in our fantasies this morning," he said, the disappointment evident in his tone.

"What about the headmaster, Severus? Won't he have your head if he finds out about us?" She had no plans to forfeit her newly acquired lover, but it was a legitimate worry. She would do anything to keep him close to her.

"Blast what that man thinks, anyway," he spoke sharply. "I am not sharing any of this with him, and if somehow he figures it out ... well, he can just sod off."

She laughed at this outburst, and he chuckled along as they dressed for breakfast.

~End Chapter Five~