Chapter 8 - Dreams

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She had been tense with anticipation while she waited had for her meeting with Severus Snape that afternoon. The entire scenario had played out so differently from what she had expected. Gone was the saturnine man who avoided personal conversation. She had been prepared for that. Instead she had been greeted by a courteous gentleman who had listened to her case and added in his two Knut’s worth. Gone was the dark and stern wizard. Instead there was a wizard who – whilst not lighthearted – was much more subtle in his dress and demeanor. Gone was the professor whose words were insulting and demeaning. Instead there was a man who displayed a chivalrous behavior that showed respect towards her person. Everything about the Severus Snape she had met yesterday had caught her off guard.

Probably the most surprising thing was her reaction to him. Her heart had already been racing with dread anticipation when she had entered the tea room. Its pace hadn’t slowed down when she saw him. The adrenaline flowing through her at the time had changed its reason without her awareness; instead of self-preservation the chemical had tricked her subconscious into attraction. Upon reflection Hermione admitted that the sight of Severus Snape in casual clothing was a handsome sight indeed. His courteous escort to the Apparition point had reinforced her justification for this attraction.

Hermione made certain to take notes on the pertinent points of their discussion with plans to formulate a more specific strategy the next day. After feeding Crookshanks and inspecting her tidy flat for any hidden housekeeping duties, she sat on her sofa and picked up a worn book. As familiar words soothed her, Hermione started to relax. She scratched behind her Kneazle’s ear while enjoying the vibration of his purr against her thigh. A belly full of scones, quiches and warm tea provided the catalyst that caused her eyes to close for a brief nap.

Hermione glided into an empty space filled with the rich scents of leather, warm cake, vanilla, tea and cream. Across the space a familiar visage slowly materialized. This person frightened her, but only slightly. She gasped when she recognized her former teacher.

Somehow Hermione knew exactly how to proceed. She smiled demurely and slowly dropped to her knees, her hands lazily gliding down his legs, the feel of thick chino cotton leaving a tingling wake on her fingertips. She rested her head against his upper thigh, pressing her nose to his groin and deeply inhaling the scent of his manhood. With no explanation or sound, his clothing was gone, and the wiry hair on his legs pleasantly scratched her cheek. Before her was an erect male penis, thick and strong. Curious, she reached up to touch its velvety smoothness and dragged her tongue up the length of its engorged stiffness. He tasted of tan and Oolong. His scent shot straight to her brain.

~~SSHG~~

His hand threaded through her loosened curls, and he stroked her crown as Victor once had. Her heart raced as he responded to her kisses and suckles and a deep moan rose from his chest. He widened his stance and took her face in both hands, slowly pressing his cock into her mouth, applying one, two, three languid strokes. His dark stare let her know she was desired. He took her hands, helped her to her feet, and looked towards the bed that stood in the empty space.

She felt the sudden need to protest, but her hands and ankles were bound in place by leather straps, forcing her to instead accept the pleasure being drawn from her. She felt him press into her body and her mind was overwhelmed with the feel of intensity building within her clitoris. She knew she shouldn’t like this. He was her client and he had been her teacher. Nothing, though, could stop the spring was building in her womb. Severus labored above her, keeping her eyes within his acquisitive gaze. Without warning he emitted a hiss, leaned to her left wrist, and dragged his tongue over it. His touch stung her scar, and the pain was displaced with the eruption of her orgasm.

~~SSHG~~

She startled herself awake around 3:15am, gasping at her orgasmic dream. A swiftly beating heart would not allow her to settle back to sleep. She retreated to her bedroom, not surprised that Crookshanks had left her hours earlier and was sleeping soundly at his corner of their den.

Once comfortable beneath her covers, she brought her fingers to her clitoris, slowly stroking, then quickly flicking as she tried to find relief from the disturbing dream. Unable to bring herself to satisfaction, she finally relented to the call of sleep two hours later.

Wednesday morning brought with it a tired and frustrated Hermione Granger. She sat at her table, nursing black coffee and desperately writing notes. She could not allow herself to become romantically attracted to a potential client, possibly sabotaging her business before it began. She could not allow herself to become romantically attracted to any man. Her scarred and ugly body would only bring the humiliation and torment of rejection if any affections were returned.