Slow and Easy

Chapter 4 ~ Slow and Easy

Hermione looked down at the wizard as he adjusted himself to accommodate her, feeling as if she might explode as the pale wizard looked up at her expectantly. Snape's eyes were hot and hooded as he brought the thick head of his cock up against her core, one hand resting on her waist.

Hermione shifted herself and attempted to slide down on his rigid organ. She gasped as the girth of it pressed into her and slid a bit inside.

"Oh, my gods," she gasped, forcing herself down, feeling the tip part her... damn. Damn. He was so big.

"Not so fast. Go easy," Severus groaned at her. "You'll make yourself sore too early. Patience. Patience."

Hermione stared down at him, the tip of his cock teasing her. She needed more depth... now.

"Help me," she panted.

"Of course I'll help you, witch," he groaned, thrusting up gently, sliding his girth a bit deeper inside Hermione, hissing as her tightness slipped a bit farther over him.

Hermione let out the name of a Muggle deity, continuing to pant as she felt the wizard continue to thrust gently, slowly filling her, stretching her sleeve around his cock. She had never felt anything like it, anything as satisfying.

"Mmmm, yes, witch, yes," the wizard crooned as he slid deeper, making short, easy thrusts as the witch's body swallowed him bit by bit. He didn't rush it, Hermione's pussy clutching him like a dream come true, a dream he wanted to continue.

Again, Hermione let out a stream of Muggle commentary as the wizard filled her more than any man she'd ever experienced. His cock was thick, strong, and long, coming to rest deep inside her. Gods, he felt amazing. Hermione throbbed around him, her eyes glowing as she looked down at him. Snape's face was contorted with pleasure as he felt her living flesh wrapped around his stiff, pulsing member.

"If there was ever a time for you to move... it's now," he breathed, bringing his other hand to her waist, Hermione's hands clutching his shoulders.

She slid up, feeling his girth sliding inside her, moaning at the sensation as she rose, his cock slipping out of her to the point where just the head remained immersed in her heat. Then she eased back down, feeling his fullness invade her again, hot, stiff and throbbing, the friction making her shudder deliciously.

"Oh, gods," they both moaned together as she lowered herself again.

Snape silently blessed the day again as Hermione began to move faster, his cock delving into her softness, the caress sweet and nearly unbearable, her juices bathing him in heat and slickness. Her eyes were heated and her breasts bouncing as she began to ride him in earnest, his grip on her waist sure and gentle.

"Fuck me, Hermione," Snape breathed up at her.

He had never realized how beautiful the young witch was... but then again, he had the eyes of a teacher way back when, not the eyes of a lover as he did now.

Hermione let out passionate little shrieks and moans as she took the wizard, her body in complete control as she rode his cock, biting her lip from time to time before her mouth went slack. He was so good, so accepting of her ardor.

"Wind your pussy around me," Snape hissed. "Let me feel every part of you."

Hermione pressed hard against his loins, his cock fully submerged in her hot body. She shifted her hips and rolled her pelvis, the wizard groaning with pleasure as his shaft wound inside her.

"Damn... damn," Snape hissed, "your pussy is amazing, witch. Give me more. More."

Hermione's eyes were half closed as pleasure thrummed through her body at every penetration. She was in control of this, riding the wizard's cock greedily, her strokes becoming harder and more frenzied as his hardness filled her over and over, her thighs slapping against his loins as the wizard's head tilted back in the pillow, obviously loving what she was doing to him, his grip tightening on her waist as he groaned sexily.

Hermione wouldn't have believed the wizard so accepting, so willing to hand over control. Snape always seemed the kind of man who wouldn't give, wouldn't open himself up to another. But as she rode the Potions master, it was clear to see he was more than willing to be subjected to her ardor and passion, a passive recipient of her lust, of her possession. He was her Valentine after all. She had made the first move... he simply accepted what followed.

Well, maybe not so simply.

Snape began to add to her thrust, lifting his hips on her down stroke, burying himself deeper as the witch gasped, his cock hitting her cervix lightly, but with more power than she could have done alone.

"Oh shit," Hermione groaned as she felt herself drawing in. Snape felt her tightening and began to stroke in earnest, now wrapping his arms tightly around the witch, drawing her down across his body and locking his lips to hers, driving into the witch, trying to take her over the edge, jerking her body as he stroked her.

"Come for me," he hissed against her lips. "Let me feel you flow, Hermione... my sweet, sexy Valentine. Come."

He thrust his tongue into her mouth, doubling his penetration, growling as he felt the witch's body heating up beneath his hands, her pussy beginning to throb and clutch around him rhythmically, heralding her approaching release. But he held back, wanting to feel her melt over him. It didn't take long, Hermione letting out a shriek and stiffening, the pressure around his cock amazing before her flow hit him, hot and juicy, wetting his loins as her emissions washed over his member. The wizard stilled, his body quivering slightly as her torrent burst over him, groaning at the heat and tightness.

"Yes... yes," he moaned, his fingers digging into her waist now, pulling her down, shoving his cock deep within her as she pulsed. Gods, she was delicious... and there was still more to do. Much more. He had given Hermione her time, her freedom to possess. Now, it was his turn.

The Potions master twisted, rolling on top of the witch, Hermione falling to the bed beneath him, almost incoherent, still in the throes of her orgasm, the wizard still buried deep inside her. Her amber eyes opened, looking up at him as he raised his upper body up on his hands, his loins pressed tight against her, his cock still feeling her pulses.

"So, witch, is being my Valentine what you thought it would be?" he breathed down at her, holding steady, not moving yet as he stared down at the witch. He never imagined his night would not be spent alone, much less with him buried up to his balls in a desirable, delectable woman.

Hermione never imagined her night would be this way either, pinned to a bed by the snarky Potions master and loving it. By rights, she should either be asleep in the staff room or back in her own flat after stumbling across the school grounds, Apparating home and falling out in a lonely bed.

Lying here, with the dark wizard staring down at her with his amazing dark eyes, his hot, hard length buried deep inside her body was easily a thousand times better. Tomorrow morning might bring another outlook, but for tonight... all was right with the world.

"I didn't plan this, Professor... but I'm not sorry," she breathed up at him. "You are amazing."

Severus looked down at her for a moment, then pulled back and stroked her, twisting his hips slightly, making Hermione gasp.

"Whether or not you planned this, Hermione... you are mine now," he said silkily, driving into her again with that delicious, twisting motion, Hermione keening softly.

"Oh, Professor," she moaned as he stroked into her again.

"My name is Severus, witch. Say my name," he hissed at her, thrusting into her with a bit of power, the witch buckling in reaction.

"Severus," Hermione repeated, her head twisting.

"Again!" the wizard insisted, hitting her hard again.

"Severus!" Hermione cried out, arching upward, lifting the wizard with her body.

"Strong... strong little witch," the Potions master breathed, falling into a rhythmic stroke, watching Hermione's body jerk beneath him as he slid in and out of her, pleasure evident in his eyes.

Hermione ran her hands up his back and felt the crossed pattern of scars that decorated it. It was startling at first... she hadn't seen them, but felt the raised welts beneath her fingertips, her touch gentling. The wizard felt the change in her caress as he partook of her sweetness and saw the sympathy in her eyes.

"A price paid for ultimate peace," he breathed down at her, "but now is not the time to think of past pains... only current pleasures."

Snape once again fell to Hermione's mouth, savoring the feel of her body against his own as he hitched against her, tasting her heat, stroking into her softness hungrily, shifting his pelvis and making the witch cry out into his mouth. Oh, she was good. Almost too good. He began to fuck her harder, her juices squishing around him.

"Shit!" the wizard gasped as he plowed into the witch, his thick cock reaming her tight walls over and over, his loins slapping against her purposefully. The wizard slipped his hands under her back and curled them over her shoulders, pulling Hermione down into his stroke. The volume of her cries grew louder as the wizard became more ardent.

"Can you take this?" he hissed, pulling away from their deep kiss.

"Yes. Yes. Oh gods... yes," Hermione gasped up at the wizard.

"Mmm, good," he growled, falling back to Hermione's pouring on the power until Hermione was shrieking into his mouth. Then he slowed, easing up, playing her body as if she were an instrument, drawing the thick bow between his legs back and forth with precision, controlling her voice, her music, as he lost himself in her song.

Wanting to see her, Snape rose to his knees, pulling Hermione's thighs around his waist, watching his penetration of her body, and her reaction to him. Hermione wailed her pleasure as the wizard stroked into her, his hands grasping her waist and guiding her into his flexing, pale body, his mouth slack and dark eyes glued to the witch intensely.

Snape brought Hermione to another orgasm, pulling out of her, shifting back and burying his face between her thighs, drinking at her fountain once again as she flowed, wrapping her legs around his head like a vise as he drank her dry, or almost dry.

He raised his head and looked up at the witch, his face twisted as if he were in pain. Then he straightened and pulled her downward, locking her legs over his arms and spreading her thighs wide. He fell forward on his hands and stared down at the panting witch. Snape thought he had never seen any woman who looked more desirable than Hermione did now. He wanted to drive right through her.

"How much can you take?" he breathed at the witch, shuddering slightly. "I need to get mine now. I'm not easy... but possibly I'll be quick."

Hermione knew in this position, the wizard had all the advantage. Her legs were locked over his strong, sinewy arms, and there was nothing she could do to check his stroke. And that knowledge made her hot all over. Her amber eyes fell on his monstrous tool, the tool that to this point had given her so much pleasure. Snape used it on her masterfully but not brutally. Hermione licked her lips and her eyes flicked up to his.

"I can take it all," she said softly.

"Always the Gryffindor," the professor replied with a pleased smirk. He liked that she was willing to accept him this way. Most witches turned quite apprehensive when he locked them down in this manner, paid or not.

They had good reason.

Snape eased his cock back into her warm body, his head tilting back, groaning as Hermione's tight moist sleeve wrapped around him once more. When he was fully inside the witch, he looked down at her.

"Delicious," he purred, hesitating a moment.

Snape began to stroke her, with long, deep, slow strokes, savoring every inch of her, hitting bottom lightly, Hermione mewling at the sensation as he whirled his hips, then continued his easy, slow possession.

"Good, witch?" he purred at her.

"Yessssss," Hermione sighed.

"It's about to get better," he growled, pulling back and ramming all of his thickness and girth into Hermione roughly, jerking her body, the witch crying out in shock, surprise and passion as his ache hit her.

Snape began fucking her hard, plunging into the witch like a madman, pummeling her pussy mercilessly, the witch's nails raking his sides in reaction as she shrieked beneath his bucking body, the wizard's hips undulating, rising and falling as he drilled Hermione hungrily, his dark eyes locked to her face as she surrendered to his power, screaming his title as he took all he could, feeling the pressure building inside him, trying to boil over as he fought it back, just for another minute, another second, another stuttered breath.

Hermione had never experienced any wizard like Professor Severus Snape... it was as if he were releasing every bit of lust and longing he contained as he rode toward release, Hermione the vehicle driving him towards freedom.

"Yes, witch... oh yes... yes," he panted down at her, "Take me... take me there... "

Suddenly the wizard slammed into Hermione, dropping on her heavily as he howled, ejaculating strongly, clutching her to him tightly, his hips jerking reflexively as he pulsed and filled her sweet, throbbing sheath with his seed, growling with pleasure and once again locking his mouth to hers, tasting the witch as his pulsing slowed, then stopped. He continued to kiss Hermione as he deflated inside her, very satisfied.

Snape lay on Hermione, feeling her heart beating against his chest, his mouth falling away from hers, his face now resting in her damp hair. The wizard relaxed against her, but made no move to roll off her soft body. The Potions master was comfortable. It wasn't often that he indulged himself in such a manner. He had no desire to leap off Hermione and Scourgify her scent off him. If he could, he would bottle it and wear it like cologne.

Sleep began to wash over him, and he was vaguely aware of Hermione shifting beneath him uncomfortably. Reluctantly, he rolled off the witch and on to his back. Hermione lay beside him, her hands pressed to her belly, still breathing rather heavily. That had been the best fuck of her life. It was a real pity Valentine's Day only came once a year.

Snape turned his head to look at the witch, his face sober now. Hermione turned to look at him as well. Her hair was an absolute mess and Snape smirked as he eyed it.

"It seems your hair has returned to its original state," he said softly, pushing it out of her face.

"Perspiration isn't particularly good for it," she responded.

"But is good for you," Snape said, his lip quirking slightly. "Thank you for tonight, Hermione. It is a rare pleasure for me to have a partner that doesn't require pay and a thick condom. This is the first Valentine's Day that I've not spent alone."

"In your life?" she asked him.

"Yes... in my life," he replied, then fell silent.

Hermione found that incredibly sad, especially since he was such a good lover.

"I think if witches knew how good you were in bed, you wouldn't have that kind of problem," Hermione said to him with a small smile.

"I don't have the time or the inclination to pursue witches. Most are air-headed, vain and silly game-playing creatures that want a wizard to jump through all kinds of hoops before they deign to spread their legs. I'd rather pay and get what I am after quickly and honestly," Snape said, frowning slightly as he brought his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Besides, they get clingy and don't know when to leave."

Thinking this was her cue, Hermione sat up... then gasped. Snape had left her with quite an ache.

Snape looked at her sharply.

"What are you doing?" he snapped at her.

"I don't want to fall into the 'clingy and doesn't know when to leave' category, Professor," she said. "I can take a hint."

Snape scowled at her.

"I didn't mean you, you silly witch," he said, sounding more like the wizard she knew and up to this point, despised. "You pursued me. That puts you in a different category altogether. You are welcome to stay as long as you like."

The wizard looked up at the ceiling again.

"Besides, the hour is late. I couldn't in good conscience let you Apparate home at this time of night. It would be better for you to wait until morning when I will accompany you to make sure you get there safely," he muttered.

Hermione looked at him, surprised. He wanted to "walk her home?"

"Professor, I am perfectly capable of Apparating home myself in the morning. You don't have to escort me. I'm a big witch now, in case you haven't noticed," she said to him.

Snape's eyes flicked over her body.

"Oh, I noticed," he said, then fell silent.

It wasn't that Snape wanted to "walk her home." He wanted to find out where she lived.

Hermione lay back down and looked at the wizard. He had been so good... nothing like she imagined he would be. Beneath that cold exterior was a very passionate man who longed for contact with someone real. She had given him that and felt good about it. There was no residual guilt or shame, even though she had been lit when she arrived.

"Get some sleep, Hermione," the wizard breathed, feeling her eyes on him. "In the morning I will take you home."

Hermione sighed. It was as if he hadn't heard a word she said about that. Well, she knew what to do.

* * *

The next morning when Snape awoke, he found Hermione gone, the imprint of her head still in the pillow. He scowled blackly. The witch had slipped away from him.

Maybe it was just as well. What was he thinking... planning on finding out where she lived? For what purpose? To go chasing after her? Gods, she had just given him a little pussy. His world hadn't changed one iota because of that.

Scowling, the wizard got up, showered and dressed, heading down to breakfast. It would be a quiet one, with staff and students sleeping in, hung over or upstairs lined up outside the infirmary for sober-up potion.

Severus Snape entered the nearly empty Great Hall, sat down and ordered his breakfast. It was back to life as usual.

* * *

Several weeks later, on a Friday night, Hermione was sitting in her flat, reading a "Charms Today" magazine. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was in her bathrobe and bedroom slippers. She had nothing better to do.

She had thought about the Potions master over the weeks, but there was no good reason to go see him, and besides... she was "rational" Hermione again. The witch who didn't act based on her body's needs, even if the wizard totally broke the "eight week" rule already. It was a tryst. A very good tryst, but a tryst nonetheless.

Suddenly there was a tap on her window. She looked up to see a raven perched on the outside ledge, glaring at her balefully, a letter attached to its leg. A raven? Who would use a raven to deliver posts?

She opened the front door and the raven flew in, landing on the back of the armchair she had been sitting in, studying the witch for a moment before sticking out its leg. Hermione had an uncomfortable feeling that the bird seemed to be gloating about something.

Hermione took the letter off its leg and turned it over. It was sealed with green wax and the initials SS were pressed into it.

Now Hermione understood the raven. It belonged to Professor Snape. It figured he wouldn't own anything as ordinary as an owl.

Hermione opened the letter and took out a pink frilly card. On the front it read, "Happy Belated Valentine's Day."

Hermione smiled. He'd sent her a return card. That was... well... surprisingly sweet. She opened it up, expecting to see some soppy little message. But the only thing inside was small red foil covered heart. It looked like a chocolate heart.

The raven let out an encouraging squawk at this moment, looking very expectant. Hermione studied the bird, then looked at the card again, then pried off the heart from the parchment.

The moment she did, the heart glowed blue and she disappeared.

The raven toppled off the top of the armchair and down to the cushion, landing on its back, claws in the air, laughing a raucous birdie laugh.

That had been great... just great.

* * *

Severus Snape was waiting nervously on a corner for Hermione to appear. Raucous should have given her the card and Port Key by now. He hoped she liked the surprise.

Suddenly a screaming Hermione fell from the sky, Snape catching her before she hit the ground. He stood her up and stared at her attire.

"Whoops," he thought.

"Professor Snape! What in the world have you done?" Hermione demanded. People were walking by, looking at her curiously.

"Ah, I was trying to be... er... spontaneous," he said. "I wanted to take you to dinner."

"This is NOT the way to do it! I'm going back home!" the witch seethed.

Snape grabbed her arm just as she Disapparated. They both reappeared in her flat.

"Professor! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, the towel on her head beginning to unravel.

"Pursuing you," he replied, "although not very well."

"That's an understatement," Hermione groused as the wizard's dark eyes rested on her. Then she started. Did he say he was pursing her?

"I thought you didn't pursue witches," Hermione said to the wizard, her belly beginning to feel a bit fluttery as she calmed down and realized the best lover she ever had was standing in her flat practically telling her he wanted her.

"I didn't. But people change," Snape replied. "I kept thinking about you. It was quite aggravating. Finally, I realized the best thing to do was see you again."

"Well, your pursuit skills need some work, let me tell you," Hermione said, but she didn't sound quite as angry. "As it stands, I'm really not in the mood to go out to dinner. I already ate."

The wizard looked at her.

"I suppose I should go then," he said shortly.

This hadn't worked out at all like Snape planned. He wouldn't do this again.

"No. No, you can stay and visit for a while since you went through all this trouble," Hermione said, her heart pounding in her chest because of her forwardness. Snape was here in her home. She'd be a fool to let him get away.

"Would you like some tea?" Hermione asked him.

The wizard untied his traveling cloak. The look he gave the witch made her feel as if she'd melt into a puddle of sticky, gooey lust.

"Yes. I think tea would be a nice start," he purred, "although tea isn't all that I'd like, Hermione."

Snape followed Hermione into the kitchen. He could see that she didn't have much on under that housecoat.

The wizard smirked to himself.

Maybe his approach had been the right one after all.

THE END

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A/N: And that's the end to Valentine. In a perfect world, they end up together in love or at least become shag buddies. Thanks for reading.