Eleven

ELEVEN

Two Months Later

Severus Snape, Potions Master and recently appointed Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was standing at the end of the potions bench in his lab. He was stirring a cauldron of clear liquid, but paused now and again to breathe deeply and bite his lower lip. He appeared to be under some duress, as sweat dripped down his cheek from his hairline. He dropped the stirring rod from his hand and gripped the side of the bench tightly.

From her kneeling position in from of him, Hermione had his hard cock deeply in her mouth, and she ran her tongue over the tip, enjoying finally her most treasured memory and fantasy. It had taken a significant amount of persuading on her part, but withdrawing back to her own house for a few days had finally pushed him over the edge.

'Up, now!' Severus grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and pushed her head down towards the bench. He lifted the skirts of her robes and, thanks to forward planning, found that she wore no underwear. He crouched between her parted thighs and licked at her pussy, finding her clit with his finger as he inserted his tongue deeply inside her. Hermione pushed herself back towards his face and was rewarded with a sharp slap on one of her buttocks. It was disconcertingly arousing, so she pushed back again for another slap.

'You are more depraved than I imagined, Hermione Granger,' Severus hissed as he pulled himself up. He positioned the shining head of his cock at her pussy and pulled her backwards by her hips, impaling her onto him and making her scream out in surprise.

'And we all know you have a vivid imagination, Severus Snape,' she panted and he thrust. 'I saw you, remember?'

This earned her a sharper, harder slap that later would turn her buttock bright red, but she almost came when he did it. Maybe she really was depraved? She had certainly never been as horny in her life.

'Fuck, Severus, I'm coming,' she moaned. He lifted her legs from the ground and held her in place as he thrust, and he didn't stop until both of them cried out their orgasms and slid to the floor of the lab in a tangled, contented heap. Hermione shifted until her head was in his lap, and she kissed the now soft head of his cock before making him more presentable.

'Thank you very much,' he said with a chuckle.

'You are more than welcome,' she replied. Severus ran his fingers through her silky curls, and Hermione closed her eyes in contentment.

'I love you, witch,' he said quietly.

Hermione didn't move but a soft smile graced her lips. He had implied as much many times in the last two months but had never been able to say the words until now.

'I know. I love you, too.'

***

Six Months Later

Hermione closed the top of the last box and waved her wand at it. Once it was small enough, she slipped it inside her trusty beaded bag and handed the bag to Winky.

'That's the last of it, Winky. Thank you for your help.' Hermione couldn't help but smile as Winky gave her a low bow and then disappeared with a slight pop. She had become more and more fond of the House Elf over the past few months, but then she knew it was because Winky now saw her and Severus equally. Winky adored Severus, and Hermione had recently discovered why.

After the war, when Severus was recuperating and finding his feet within the wizarding world again, he had needed a House Elf to assist him each day with domestic and occasionally more personal tasks. Severus had chosen Winky personally, because, he told Hermione, she was as damaged by the war as he was. He had understood Winky, how her loyalty had created her own downfall and how it felt to be rejected by those she loved the most. Best of all, he had insisted that if he was to be her new Master she would give up the Butterbeer. It was that simple order that created the bond between them, and Severus was as devoted to Winky as she was to him.

Severus stepped into the now empty room and slid his arms around her.

'You're sure this is what you want?' He nuzzled her neck and kissed her, sending shivers down her spine.

'Definitely. You?' She hugged him tightly, feeling his heart beating through the fabric of his shirt.

'Hell, yes.' He squeezed her close.

'Let's go.' Hermione took Severus by the hand and left her Muggle house for her new home in the Dungeons.

One Year Later

The bedchamber was in half-darkness. The sconces on the wall sputtered lightly, reflecting off the dark green satin bedcovers. On the bed, Hermione lay on her front and naked from the waist down. Her ankles were tied with black ribbons to the bedposts, and Severus was reddening her buttocks with a black, flat paddle. Hermione moaned as he slapped her again, making her bottom shake. He was naked, sweating from the sight of her spread-eagled on his bed. He cock was hard, but he didn't touch her. Not yet. They had played this game before, and the rules, he had decided, were that she would come first. And she would have to beg him for her orgasm.

Hermione shuddered at the last hit of the paddle on her bare arse, and she couldn't take any more.

'Severus, please,' she cried out. 'I want you, please, please...'

'Are you begging, Hermione?' he asked her, moving his mouth to her ear. He ran his fingertips lightly over the redness of her cheeks, feeling her shiver at his touch.

'Yes! Yes, I'm begging... Gods, Severus, just give it to me...'

Severus slipped his finger between her cheeks and then downwards towards her wetness. She was dripping in readiness, and he felt his cock jerk in anticipation, but he would have to wait. He clicked his fingers and a large dildo appeared in his hand. It was not as thick or as long as his cock, but it was hard as a rock and he knew how to make her scream with it. With frustrating slowness, he unfastened her ribbons and turned her onto her back. She watched him, biting her lip as he moved up her body, teasing her folds with the tip of the dildo but going nowhere near her clit. She arched her body upwards, and he stopped.

'Not yet,' he said sharply. One of the other rules was that she didn't help herself to orgasm. She had to remain still. She found it so hard, he knew. But it was important. She was always so in control, she had to relax and let him take the lead now and then.

'Sorry,' she said quietly. Hermione knew the rules too.

Severus sighed and kissed the tips of her fingers lightly. 'My witch,' he said. 'You will get what you need.' He moved over her and rested the dildo between her folds. The tip touched her clitoris, and Hermione moaned. She desperately wanted to rub herself against it, but she kept still, knowing he would take it away if she moved. Severus unfastened the buttons of her tight corset and allowed her creamy breasts to spill forwards, and he captured a dark, pink nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hermione cried out in pleasure as he sucked one nipple and tweaked the other between his fingers, and she couldn't stop herself from squirming slightly beneath him.

'Gods, Severus, I can't wait, please, make me come!'

'You only had to ask,' he said with a slow, languid smile. Sliding his hand downwards he gripped the dildo and whispered the magic words. It began to vibrate, and he slid it between Hermione's folds and into her needy pussy. Moving downwards, he licked at her pulsing clit, thrusting in and out with the now vibrating dildo as she began to buck under him. With a scream, she came, and he removed the dildo and replaced it with his tongue, lapping up her orgasm greedily, loving the musky smell and taste of her. This was what he wanted, what he needed. He had been waiting for her all of his life, and he was never letting her go,

***

Hermione fell back against the bed, her orgasm still pulsing through her slightly as Severus drank from her, his tongue flicking lightly at her clit now and then. She felt so exhausted she couldn't summon any energy to move, but she knew she wasn't done yet. He would allow her a minute or so respite but then...

'On your knees, witch' he growled at her.

Hermione did as she was told, flipping over and pushing herself up onto her knees, presenting her still smarting buttocks to him. He slapped her with his hand, warming the flesh as it trembled beneath his sure touch, and parted her cheeks. She moaned as he slipped his finger into her pussy, then withdrew and placed it at her anus. He massaged gently, then inserted his fingertip and slid his finger into her. Hermione groaned with newfound pleasure and pushed back slightly. He whispered another spell, and she felt a frisson of pleasure ripple through her as he lubricated her sphincter in readiness for him. She could feel his thighs against hers and she knew he was ready for it by the way he was shaking. His orgasm would be fierce, it always was when they did it like this, but Hermione loved it and relished how she made him feel. He had never been this animalistic with the other witches, never this creative or intense. She groaned as he removed his finger and replaced it with the tip of his cock. He felt hot and heavy against her and he splayed open her buttocks with his firm fingers, digging in to her flesh tightly. He thrust himself slowly into her, and Hermione relaxed around him, welcoming his taut girth within her with a gasp of pleasure and pain. He filled her and made her whole, and she had never felt so complete.

'Fuck, witch. Fuck,' he hissed, and with a grunt of pleasure he started to thrust, slowly as first but then with more urgency. Hermione moved her hand and found the still vibrating dildo beside her. She slid it into to her already aching pussy, letting its length slide hard against Severus, and she heard him shout out at the feel of it. She was totally immersed in sensation, but she whispered a spell to hold the dildo in place and moved her deft fingers to her engorged clit. Severus started to move faster, and Hermione couldn't contain herself. She came with a low moan, pushed her body hard to meet his pounding thrusts, and she felt Severus slap her arse cheeks hard. He shouted out incoherently, his body twisting and bucking against her, and he came, gripping her buttocks still and digging his hands deeply into her flesh to hold her still as he emptied himself within her clenched walls. He shuddered against her and the both fell forward onto the bed, spent.

At some point they fell asleep, knowing that next time their lovemaking would be gentle and tender and something completely different.

***

Two Years Later

Ron Weasley sat in his usual booth of the Leaky Cauldron with a large Firewhisky in his hand. The Daily Prophet lay before open, a double-paged spread glaring out at him. He tried not to look, but he had already read it three times and he couldn't tear his eyes away from a picture of the new Mr and Mrs Severus Snape smiling up at him. It was the first time he had seen Snape smiling, but he figured it was because he was caressing Hermione's arse in the picture. His hand moved possessively over and over her satin-clad curves, and Ron, who had looked closely to confirm what he thought, knew that she wasn't wearing any knickers.

'Bastard,' he said for the umpteenth time.

'Fucking bastard.'

***

In a small hut on a beach in Thailand, Hermione Granger was on her honeymoon. Her husband was currently kissing her inner thighs.

She didn't once think about Ron Weasley.

The End

A/N: Many Thanks to Hechicera for her wonderful prompt:

'Snape, in his mid-forties to early fifties, brews Polyjuice with Hermione's clandestinely acquired hair snippets (or whatever), and pays an escort agency to send call girls dosed with this potion to act out his secret fantasies. Unbeknownst to him, she herself shows up one day in place of one of the prostitutes. Feel free to make this as filthy as you like.'

Thanks for reading x