As She Likes It
Chapter 7 of 12
tonksingerHermione's got Severus at her flat, so the hard part's over, right? Right?
ReviewedWhat am I doing? Why did I just proposition Snape? And why did he agree? As she stood next to said man, having just arrived in her flat, those three questions raced around Hermione's head. She couldn't even look at him; she was so embarrassed by her recent actions.
A soft cough reminded her that she was still holding onto his hand. She dropped it and glanced around the flat for something to do. Now that he was actually in her flat, her libido seemed to have vanished, to be replaced by nerves and a desperate need to stall. There had to be some little chore that she could use to buy herself time that would seem like a logical thing to do given the circumstances. Remembering suddenly that her bedroom was something of a pigsty, as she had been living in it for several days, she decided a quick tidy-up would do the trick.
"Er... sit down, sir, I just have to... I'll be right back." Waving a vague hand towards the couch, Hermione fled to her bedroom and closed the door. A few waves of her wand and the remnants of her in-bed meals vanished; in a similar fashion, she straightened the bedclothes and cleared the floor of a few pieces of laundry. It didn't take nearly long enough to clean everything up, however, and she found herself standing in her bedroom wringing her hands in distress.
Come on, you pathetic girl, you've been masturbating to visions of him for the past few weeks; now he's here and willing, so stop being a prat! she told herself, staring at her clean floor. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and steady herself, Hermione opened the door and returned to the living room, fully prepared to be collected and mature about what they were about to do.
"I'm sorry about that, Professor. Would you like...?"
Snape was seated on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, dangling her favorite lace bra from one finger. He looked up when she spoke, an amused smirk playing around his thin lips.
"I must say, Hermione, that keeping lingerie between the couch cushions is an interesting seduction tactic. Are there matching knickers under the coffee table, perhaps?"
She felt the blush creeping up her face as he considered her with that damned raised eyebrow. As a matter of fact, she had been looking for that bra for some time; she had a feeling it had been there since that eventful night at the Three Broomsticks.
"I was under the impression that you wished to have sex with me today. Standing over there and turning red does nothing to further that venture."
He was baiting her into making the first move; clearly, he would sit on that couch until she came over to him or asked him to come to her. But precipitating sex was not something Hermione was good at; she had assumed that once they arrived at her flat, it would just sort of happen naturally. She had figured, of course, without the capriciousness of her potential bedmate--or her own nerves.
"I am not a patient man, Miss Granger. I have no wish to stay here and waste my time while you gape and try to remember why you asked me here. I am doing you a favor, not the other way around." His tone was reverting to its usual cold acridness, and she knew from his sudden formality that she had to do something fast. Before she even consciously decided to do so, Hermione had stripped off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. Fighting the urge to cover herself, she stared at Snape, watching for his reaction.
"I'm ready when you are, Professor," she said, hoping it didn't sound too forced. She really wasn't much good at this; she simply hadn't had any need for skills of seduction, not with Ron's libido and lack of subtlety. Possessing a vagina was generally all a woman had to do to get him interested.
Snape did look a bit more interested that he had a few moments before, but he remained on the couch. Sighing inwardly, Hermione bent down to untie the laces of her trainers, hoping that he wouldn't force her to continue her improvised stripping for much longer; it was a miracle she had remembered to take her shoes off before her trousers. A faint inhalation came from his direction when she bent down, and she had to smile--even a man as controlled as Snape could be affected by a woman bending over while topless, it seemed. She took a little longer than was necessary to remove her shoes and socks. When she straightened back up, it was clear from the shape of his trouser front that she had his attention once more. He still hadn't moved, though. All he did was watch her intently, as though asking for proof of her desire for him before he would so much as unbutton his shirt.
You want proof, Professor? she thought. Fine. Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she extracted her wand and, keeping it concealed behind her back, she Vanished her jeans. His eyes flicked downward for the smallest instant, and she saw his lips twitch; cool air hit her knickers, and she realized that, during the past few minutes, her juices had soaked the cloth through. Apparently, the striptease had worked both ways.
* * *
It had taken all of his considerable self-control for Severus to remain on the couch while she took off her clothes. The second her shirt came off and revealed her full, soft breasts, he had been riveted to her every move. But he had been determined, from the moment he sat on the couch and watched her flee to her bedroom, to extract a show of desire from her, to remind her who was doing the asking in this circumstance. It wasn't that he didn't desire her in return--far from it--but Severus had had too many bad experiences not to want some proof quid pro quo.
And watching her strip had been an extremely enjoyable experience; now she stood in her knickers, looking vulnerable and defiant. He took the time to study her body intensely, partly because it was worth studying and partly because it made her patently uncomfortable; she shifted her weight and clasped her hands in front of her pelvis, drawing his eyes down to her damp knickers for a moment before he resumed is inspection of her. She had been a bit chubby as a child, he remembered, and traces of that could still be seen in her thick thighs and plump hips; it followed that her breasts would be full, and so they were. By no means was her waist perfectly tiny, but it was slim enough to give her a pleasing hourglass shape. All in all, he decided, she wasn't the least attractive woman he had ever slept with, but neither was she the stunner that say, Bellatrix had been.
All right. My turn. Standing up, he began to unbutton his cuffs as he walked towards her, keeping his eyes upon hers the entire time. He stopped in front of her, forcing her to look up at him as he finished the buttons on his shirt and slid out of it, dropping it on top of hers. Bare to the waist, he stood and waited to see what she would do next.
There was a very long and rather awkward pause. Apparently, she had been waiting to see what he would do next.
"Er... shall we go to the bedroom, then, Professor?" she ventured, indicating the door she had vanished through earlier.
"Now there's a clever idea," he replied, watching her flush at his sarcasm. Still, she turned and led him the few steps to the door, giving him a perfect opportunity to admire her plump arse. He didn't bother to shut the door behind them.
"I assume you have Silencing Spells on the flat?" he asked, eyeing the small bedroom and guessing at how thin the walls probably were. She had turned back to him and simply nodded in response. There was another pause, which made Severus reconsider his decision to let her make all the first moves. But whatever sense of embarrassment or awkwardness that had held the woman in check seemed to have evaporated upon crossing the threshold to her bedroom, for she suddenly reached up and pulled him down into a very passionate kiss.
He was only too ready to kiss her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss as he pulled her body flush against his. The sudden, warm, pressure of her abdomen against his groin made him groan into her mouth, and he required more of her. By sliding one hand down her back (never letting up on the kiss in the process), Severus found and unhooked her bra; she moved her arms to allow him to remove it. Hard nipples pressed into his torso, backed by full breasts, and now it was her turn to moan, as he slid a hand between their bodies so he could tweak and knead.
They finally broke apart, panting. He kicked off his shoes in record time and yanked off his belt and trousers soon after. She watched him, eyes hungry, one hand coming up to toy with her own nipple; he felt a surge of desire when he saw that. One hand grabbed his wrist as she tugged him towards the bed; he resisted, grabbing his wand form where it had fallen and pointing at the single bed. "Engorgio!"
The bed went from single to double to queen sized in a few seconds; he stopped it when it filled half the room wall to wall. She was upon it in a trice, and he followed, sliding on top of her and in between her spread legs.
"Tell me what you like," he breathed, looking down into her face. "How you like to be touched," he continued, as a slight frown had appeared on her forehead. "How you like to be fucked." Normally, he would take the time to experiment and work out for himself what she liked, but his need was simply too urgent for that time-consuming task.
"Well," she said, sounding both aroused and hesitant, "I like my nipples pinched a bit and then rubbed in circles--oh!" She finished her sentence in a gasp as one of his hands followed her instructions. He watched her face as he did the same to her other breast; her eyelids fluttered and she moaned.
Lowering his head, he murmured into her ear, "And?" taking the opportunity to run his tongue up and down her jawline and then nibble on her earlobe.
"If you... if you could just take them in your mouth and..." she trailed off, and he could see a blush spreading over her cheeks. While this woman was no shy virgin, there was still a bit of prudish innocence remaining in her, though how long it would last with him around there was no telling. With unusual obedience, he slid down her body and took one rock-hard nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the hard peak. Immediately, her hips bucked against his, and he felt the damp cloth of her knickers rub against his abs. He switched between her breasts for a minute, enjoying her taste and texture, until he heard her moan:
"Fingers... clit... now, please!"
He wasted no time in removing her knickers (and his pants) and sliding his hand up to her slit; he smirked to himself as he discovered her patch of soaked curls. Slowly, he pushed a finger between her netherlips and circled her clit, rubbing it in the same way he had rubbed her nipples, and was rewarded with a moan. He worked one finger, then two, into her wet depths, moving them in and out as his thumb worked her clit. The sheets crinkled as she grabbed at them, her hands clawing as she gasped in pleasure.
The noises she made when he replaced his thumb with his tongue were amazing. Teasing, tickling circles around her clit elicited gasps, but long, slow licks from her entrance to her nub received loud cries. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her, occasionally removing them to make room for his tongue. Her fingers were twined in his hair, and when she came against his mouth he felt a sting as a few hairs were tugged out.
"Please... Professor, Severus, whatever the hell I should call you, please fuck me!"
"As you wish," he said, quickly moving back up and positioning himself at her entrance. He intended to tease her for a minute by rubbing his tip against her opening, but she raised her hips, pushing against him, and he slid in, groaning at how wet she was. Pulling back, he buried himself in her again, careful to start off slowly and keep control of himself. Apparently, 'slow' wasn't what she was interested in, because she suddenly grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over so she was on top. Straddling his hips, she impaled herself on his cock; he heard her juices squelch as she came down on his loins.
She rode him hard, sliding up and down his shaft, her hands braced against his chest. Normally, he preferred the dominant position, but he was inclined to let her have her way; it was wonderful to watch her as she moved up and down, breasts bouncing, head thrown back in pleasure. He felt the familiar tightening in his balls as ecstasy overcame him. Not wanting to come before she did, he grabbed her waist with one hand and used the other to rub her clit while she continued to ride him.
"Oh, God! Severus! Severus!"
She came hard a moment before he roared his own completion, feeling her walls quaking around him as he emptied himself into her. Boneless from pleasure, she slid off of him and collapsed on the bed beside him, one arm draped over his chest, the other cushioning her head. The two of them lay there for a while, heartbeats slowing and breaths steadying. As they regained their senses, what had been a comfortable post-coital silence became an awkward one; Hermione sat up first, looking as uncomfortable as she had before they had entered the bedroom.
"I--thank you, Professor." She ran a hand through her hair, which now more then ever resembled a lion's mane, before sliding down to the foot of the bed and dropping to the floor. Severus sighed and sat up too, just in time to see her bend down to retrieve some item of clothing from the floor. The view that offered was enough to silence him for a moment, but he found his voice soon enough.
"I believe you were calling me 'Severus' a minute ago," he said. "I see no reason to change that--unless there is some other reason you like calling me 'Professor?'" It took her a moment to understand his meaning, though the salacious tone he had used probably helped; she spun to face him, blushing furiously when he raised an eyebrow at her and smirked knowingly.
"You wouldn't be the first to have that inclination," he continued.
Still bright pink, she said, "I...er--would you like something to drink or eat? I'm a bit hungry, after..." Trailing off, she looked at the floor, before donning her knickers and bra and exiting with a surprising turn of speed.
* * *
I just fucked Snape, I just fucked Snape... What on earth do I do now?
Hermione stood in the kitchen, staring at the door of the refrigerator as she jerked on her jeans and shirt. Part of her was happy, of course; she had, after all, just had sex (and rather good sex, at that) with a man she had been fantasizing about for weeks. But another part of her, the sensible, logical part, was simultaneously berating her for being so improper and reminding her that her shop had been destroyed that morning. The past hour could have been spent arranging for repairs to be made, filing a report with the Ministry, and working on tracking down the culprits--not having sex with her former Potions master.
The happy, libidinous part of her told the other part to bugger off.
A noise from behind her interrupted her brooding; she turned to find Snape--Severus--standing there, buttoning up his shirt. "I take it you don't do this often," he stated.
"Do what?" she said, not sure what he was referring to. Shagging former teachers? Being awkward about it?
"Have impetuous, impersonal sex."
"Never before."
"I see," he replied, in an even and maddeningly inscrutable tone. "Well, do you think you will need me to 'not hate you' again, or shall I leave?"
It was clear that impersonal sex was easy for him. "I'm fine, thank you," Hermione said, trying to keep the slight hurt out of her voice. She shouldn't have expected that he would be any other way about it, but she thought there might have been at least a façade of emotion afterwards. You wanted Snape, you got him. All of him, she told herself sternly. The mean, nasty bits were part of that, and in other circumstances, she was more fond of his sarcasm; it was just more enjoyable when not leveled at her.
"Very well." He turned to go, but paused, looking back at her over his shoulder. She tried to suppress a burst of hope that he might have changed his mind about staying, or at least about showing some sort of emotion.
"There is a spell I know of that could help you. It is called the Retriba Poss Poenic, and you will find it in Magick Juidicio, by Lawrence Turpin, which you should have in your shop if you are anywhere near as good as I believe you to be." Without another word, he spun on the spot and vanished, accompanied by the crack! of Apparation.
Hermione stared at the spot Snape had just occupied, not sure if she should be amazed that he complimented her shop or offended that he hadn't said a "good-bye" of any sort. The book title sounded familiar, though the spell did not; she thought she had seen it pass into her inventory at some point, though she couldn't remember if someone had bought it. In order to find out, she would have to clear the shop up and hope that her records were intact--it would be just her luck for the vandals to have destroyed them. That, of course, brought up the problem of how to get her shop sorted out.
Sighing, Hermione made her way back to the small sitting-room, pulled quill and parchment from a box on the coffee table and began to plan. Twenty minutes later, after considering and dismissing magic, Muggle movers, the Weasley twins and Hagrid, she hit upon a solution. It would take some careful logistics, but it was certainly possible and would probably be more efficient than any of her other ideas. Feeling a smile start to tug at her lips, she grabbed fresh parchment and began to write a letter to one of the few people to stand by her during the Ron fiasco--Minerva McGonagall, current Headmistress of Hogwarts.
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Latest 25 Reviews for Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual
219 Reviews | 7.17/10 Average
Wonderful story, I love the book shop war idea!
I have to say, I've read this story far too many times and I absolutely love it! It is such a guilty pleasure and so well done! And you've got Hermione reading Kate Chopin, which makes me love this story even more. Amazing read, thank you for writing it.
" I'm ready when you are " Severus you are a tease.
Flourish has no idea ,that the can of worms he just opened, is the giant economy size.
be careful what you wish for Severus, you hay just get it, or is that what you have in mind.
Now hermione, think before you act, isn't there someone else that deserves that particular hex? and you wouldn't want to cut off your nose, to spite your face, would you. Ron is a worm, he could have sent the note at any time, there was no need to let her get to the alter, and humiliate her in pubilc, it is such a cruel thing to do, and the Weasleys reaction was just as cruel.
I really enjoyed reading this story. Your characters were so real and exactly how I think of them both. Thanks so much for sharing!!
'practically heard his cock whimper in protest'hahaha
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
I love lines like that; blue balls ahead.
That slimy little jerk! I hope Snape ends up turning him into a flobberworm; it isn't like he has far to go!
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
LOL. Yup, definitely a flobberworm on legs. Git.
ohh he's off to a great start! Snape sure knows how to charm the ladies!
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
It's all in the effortless charm and suave one-liners. :p
Brilliant ending lemons were fantastic, I needed cheering up I watched the new film last night. I'm sure Hermione can help him when he needs to grade all those papers hehe. Feel free to write another haha.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Thank you! Smut always cheers me up.
A perfect ending to a wonderful story.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Thank you very much for all your reviews along the way!
Very cute chapter! I loved it! Keep up the good work!~Jen
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Thank you!
I got this mental image of Severus pumping a shot gun and it made me laugh out loud. I really enjoyed this chapter. Great work.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Always glad to hear I made someone laugh. In a good way, at least.
"Kissed the living daylights out of her" Perfect...............
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
My heart fluttered when I read the last line. Beautiful.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
*rereads last line* Thank you! I enjoyed writing it.
loved the sex, very hot. Loved the akwardness afterward, much more realistic than most things I read. I feel bad for Hermoine she is so alone now that all of her friends have abandoned her. Shame on Harry especially after everything she did to help him during the war. I hope Severus can be there for her.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
There isn't nearly enough post-coital awkwardness in SSHG fics. Awkwardness is part of life and definitely part of sex.
wonderful chapter, can't wait to read the next one.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Professor Snape is very sexy, especially with that snarky attitude. Great chapter.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Snarky is the whole sexiness of Snape.
Now that she is drunk maybe her defenses will be down enought to realize that Professor Snape has just what she needs.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
This is getting good, keep up the good work. Love the sexual tension between them
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest of it.
The reason Ron felt like an idiot was because he was one. How could he do that to her, shame on him. It was terrible how most of the weasley turned on her. I hope good things are comming hermione's way.
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
Well, good and bad things are coming her way. Snape is coming her way anyway, and he's a bit of both. Thank you!
he had to ensure that his odder proclivities didn’t send the woman screaming down Diagon Alley You cant just say that without offering to write in lurid detail what sorts of proclivites Mr. Snape is refering to....evil temptress Thank you for the smut filled happily ever after! I think the bookstore will do quite well. As long as they dont bother the customers whilst shagging on the tables?
Response from tonksinger (Author of Rare, Dangerous, and Unusual)
I'm sure your mind will be able to provide all the lurid details you could want. :p. All my readers deserved smut--lots and lots of it--and I'm glad I made you happy. *hugs*