An Unexpected Gift, An Unexpected Pleasure

AN: Please excuse my tardiness in submitting this next chapter. I've been having the worst luck trying to find a beta for this story and, while this chapter has been more or less complete since April, it hasn't been fit for submission really until now. My apologies and I just want to let you all know that I am still determined to finish this story and the next two chapters are all planned out and currently in the works!

Chapter Four:

An Unexpected Gift, An Unexpected Pleasure

In the days leading up to Christmas, Grimmauld Place was abustle with all sorts of merriment and activity. Snape, of course wanting no part of it, spent the majority of his time in a secluded corner of the Leaky Cauldron adrift in a sea of Firewhiskey and enjoying what little time he was allowed away from those pesky irritants Dumbledore so dotingly referred to as students. He was particularly relieved, however, to get away from Miss Granger. The way that she had entranced him left him completely disconcerted. She was his student, for Merlin's sake, and he should not be lusting after one of his students. Not that he particularly cared what the school's moral code entailed, but rather that he would lose his job if he was caught breaking it, and that was not an option at this point in time. So he sat there lamenting over his situation and replaying the events from the previous night over and over in his head. It was obvious from her behavior the past few days that she had no recollection of what had passed between them that night in the library, or rather, she had been so lost in the moment that she never quite realized what had actually taken place. Severus considered that phenomenon a moment, wondering, in his drunken haze, if he could somehow sate his lust for this little siren without risking his position, or Dumbledore's trust in him.

A few hours and several drinks later, Severus, quite shakily, ventured into the dark recesses of Knockturn Alley and to a little establishment known only as Pandora's Box. The façade of the building really didn't give much of a hint as to what lay inside. However, as one stepped within they soon found themselves enveloped in what was unquestionably the Wizarding world's most infamous adult boutique. Few knew of this hidden treasure, but those who did became quite loyal customers. Lavishly decorated, the floor was an overstated checkerboard of deep ebony granite and Italian white marble. All the walls were upholstered in hand-printed white silk. The effect was intended to soften the atmosphere and make it more inviting; however, it mainly served to add to the opulence of the environment and the egos of its patrons. Upon entering you are greeted in the grand foyer by the boutique hostess who introduces you to your attendant for the evening, whose duty it is to ensure that your experience is a memorable one and cater to your every need. Each attendant is dressed, if one can call it that, in a black ensemble that includes a rather ornate satin corset, lace garters, silk seamed stockings, and a black pearl g-string running so invitingly between their cheeks. Normally, Severus would have taken the proffered champagne and made himself comfortable while enjoying the view as black corseted beauties moved gracefully amongst the backdrop of soft white silk – the perfect environment for enjoying champagne. Today, however, he was rather impatient and urged his attendant to lead him downstairs where the products were displayed.

The products Pandora's Box carried were hardly those to be found in the more acceptable lingerie shops that lay on the outskirts of Diagon Alley, which merely offered a minute array of dildos and vibrating "pocket-wands" to its female patrons. Far from it -- Pandora's Box appealed to wizards and witches with a more diverse set of sexual interests, and they catered to fetishists of all varieties. While Severus was rather well known at this establishment, it wasn't for any... indulgences, shall we say. Unlike Lucius who had an affinity for enchanted leather corsets and the like that allowed him to control the movements of whoever wore them -- much like the Imperius Curse, however seemingly consensual and, accordingly, perfectly legal. Of course, Lucius enjoyed pushing the boundaries of that term, but let's not bicker over semantics. It is also common knowledge amongst Hogwarts faculty that Rolanda Hooch visited this establishment quite regularly to partake in their selection of Sapphic erotica. As for the potions portion of the boutique, Severus really had no interest in it whatsoever as he was more than capable of brewing such potions himself, and with a higher degree of potency for that matter.

He meandered around the store, stopping momentarily to admire one of the many displays. Within this particular cage lay a young woman, her arms and legs held immobile by satin scarves that caressed her skin as it coaxed her into submission. It was quite beautiful, Severus thought. Unbidden, an image of Miss Granger in such a position came to the forefront of his mind. Snape attributed it to his drunken state and lowered inhibitions; however, he didn't push the image away. It was far too tantalizing. The woman's breasts were full and her nipples painfully hard. He noticed upon further inspection how they seemed to move as though invisible mouths were sucking on them. He must remember to purchase that little incantation before he left. It seemed like every section that he passed made him think of Miss Granger and wonder as to her proclivities. Such thoughts forced him to come to a sudden realization in the middle of the bondage aisle that he didn't know her at all. He had been her teacher for approximately seven years now, and yet he didn't know the slightest thing about her beyond her bossy, know-it-all, Gryffindor façade that he saw in class. The other night he had witnessed another side to her. One that he would never have believed her possible of possessing. He couldn't keep himself from wondering what else lay dormant in this passionate creature. For instance, he thought looking around, would she enjoy being tied up and dominated? He could picture her lying in his bed with her hands tied to the posts begging for his cock, which swelled approvingly at the thought. No, she would probably be just as controlling in bed as she was in everything else. A picture flitted through his mind of her wielding a whip, and he had to snicker at the image, although his cock continued to harden just the same. He now had the insatiable urge to learn more about this creature, and he knew of one quite enjoyable way to find out.

His purchase soon found itself gift wrapped and lying under the Christmas tree in Grimmauld Place amidst scads of burgundy and gold papered boxes. It wasn't until Christmas morning, when he noticed Miss Granger's fingers delicately struggling to untie the white satin ribbon holding together the halves of a familiar black box, that he remembered what lay inside. He watched as the knot became loose enough to slip the ribbon free and she lifted the top. Her eyes widened in shock as she glanced at what lay inside before quickly replacing its cover. She looked very becoming when she blushed. A sense of sinful satisfaction settled low in Severus' stomach as he watched to see how his little siren would recover.

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"Oi! 'Mione, what'd you get?" bellowed Ron, who had been paying more attention to Hermione opening presents than he had his own. After all, she was rather hard to ignore when she bent over like that – her ass wiggling about in the air just begging to be fondled. He could feel himself harden at the thought. She was blushing madly now, causing him to wonder why as he plopped down next to her in his customary Christmas sweater.

"What's in the box?" he asked, reaching for the lid. She slapped his inquiring hands away and hugged the box to her chest. That's when the panic set in. She had noticed the little black box appear under the tree a few days earlier. It looked so out of place sitting there, and she wondered who it could possibly be from or, rather, who it could possibly be to. She hadn't known what to expect when she read the card addressed to her, but it certainly wasn't this! Now what was she supposed to do? She was sitting surrounded by her closest friends and holding in her hands a... a.... well, to be quite honest, it looked like a cock, a very realistic one at that from her cursory glance at it. She had heard of Muggle dildos growing up, of course, but she didn't even know if there was a Wizarding equivalent. The thought drew her curiosity as she became absorbed in wondering what would make Wizarding sex toys different from Muggle ones. Scads of answers came immediately to mind, and she felt her blush deepen and her clit begin to tingle in anticipation of finding out. She couldn't let anyone see what was inside this box though. There was no way she'd ever be able to explain to Ron, or anyone else for that matter, why she was holding it. They'd also probably want to know who it was from... Wait! She wanted to know who it was from! Though there was no time for that now because Ron had gotten that look on his face. The one he often got when she caught him looking up her skirt or at her chest when she realized her nipples were unexplainably hard and pressing against her shirt. He inched closer so that his leg was touching hers, and his hand began to slowly slide up her inner thigh. For some reason, she sat immobile, unable to stop him like she normally would have. Perhaps it was out of fear of him finding out what she was holding, or perhaps she was just so turned on from the anticipation of using her new present that she didn't have the strength or will power to stop him. Regardless, his hand inched higher and higher until his fingers brushed along the edge of her damp panties. His lips parted as an ecstatic look came over his face, and he released the breath he'd been holding, the word "Finally" floating atop it. Well, that did it. Her senses came crashing down around her along with an equally horrified and indignant look. Slapping his hand away fiercely, she stormed from the room with the box still held tightly against her chest. Once clear of everyone's sight, she ran up the stairs, tackling two at a time, and locked herself in her room. Sitting on her bed, she turned the card over and over in search of a name, but there was none. The only identifying feature on the box was a little embossed image in the paper on the underside that looked kind of like a corset. She'd have to research that later, but now she needed to see it again... to hold it. She took off the lid and used both hands to cradle the dildo as she stroked along the strong veins with her fingertip.

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Meanwhile, downstairs Severus tried valiantly to disguise his yelp at the sudden sensation of a timid finger trailing along his cock with a cough. He certainly hadn't expected her to be this eager about his gift. The particular model he had chosen was designed to conform to the exact measurements of his own cock. It was also linked by an enchantment so that any human contact against it would be felt in duplicate on his own person.

He was more prepared to stifle his gasp the second time he felt her fingers followed by the pallet of her soft tongue as it flitted across the head of his cock. Crossing his legs and letting his gaze flit about the room in a show of nonchalance, he wondered what her precious friends would think if they knew where she had fled to. What would they think of her if they knew the divine anguish her tongue was inflicting as she continued to gingerly explore his length. With each passing second it became increasingly difficult to withhold his groans of pleasure. A predicament which should have worried him; however, he found it had quite the opposite effect. It excited him. Having to maintain his composure while surrounded by people who were totally unaware of the havoc her tongue was wreaking on his cock thrilled him to his very core. Wanting so desperately to stroke himself. Wanting even more to run upstairs and slide between those plump teasing lips that were now nipping down his shaft.

Her fingers curled around the base of his cock. She was touching him more confidently than she had been as she took his head into her mouth. He could feel the vibrations of her hungry moans. Becoming bolder, her hand began a tortuously slow journey up his length and an even slower one back down. He wondered absently if his was the first cock she'd had between her lips. The way her teeth raked across the tip as she slid it out all but confirmed that suspicion. Although he trembled just the same. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Fortunately for him, the morning's festivities had dwindled down, and the last of the stragglers, that he had been glaring daggers at, just left the room. He felt her lips closing tight around the head of him as she sucked once hard before loosening them and starting to take his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth. Feeling the tip brush against the back of her throat, which convulsed as she gagged around him, caused Severus to lose all control and let out a low growl as he came, imagining himself lacing his fingers through her hair and holding her mouth tight against his pelvis as he came deep inside her throat. Ensuring that she swallowed every last drop.

~ & ~

Hermione was shocked by how realistic this dildo was. She was shocked even more by how positively wet it made her just to hold it in her hands. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing when she held it between her lips. It even seemed to have hardened somewhat as she played with it, but it had softened again after she tried to take it into her throat. Each stroke and lick had served to increase her arousal, which was now at a point where she wanted nothing more than to feel this inside of her. She needed it... she craved it. Lying back on her bed, Hermione slipped off her soaked panties and spread her bent legs wide apart. She rubbed the tip of the cock up and down her lips. However, despite how incredibly wet she was, it didn't seem to be enough, and she brought the dildo to her lips and coated it with her saliva. Spreading the lips of her pussy apart, she brought the head to the entrance of her tight little cunt and began to press it inside slowly. Hermione moaned as it began to stretch her.

Just then the door flew open, and a shocked Ginny stood in the entryway staring at Hermione, or more specifically staring at the pinkness between her open legs and the hand holding the dildo against her dripping slit...