Events Unfold

Summary: He didn’t hate Granger, but he wasn’t exactly fond of her, either. So it was with great annoyance that Severus found himself pressed into service by Headmistress McGonagall to find the lost witch. Had anyone told him he would be enjoying the ample ‘favours’ of the not-so-bookish know-it-all by the end of the day in an effort to get back to their reality, he would have promptly committed them to St Mungo’s. But reality has a way of turning on you, and magic can have many different meanings.

A rather later response, more or less, to Lotm’s “Lost in a good book challenge” on Wiktt. Challenge rules follow chapter one.

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc., of the Harry Potter series are not mine; they belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. I promise to return them when I am through. Well, most of them anyway.

And for the record, the characters, settings, etc. of “ The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty” by Anne Rice, “The Story of O“ by Pauline Réage’ and “The Master’s Handbook“ by Jack Rinella, as with HP, are not mine, either.

Severus Snape and The Claiming of Sleeping Hermione

Chapter Two: Events Unfold

Hermione’s eyes slipped closed as she relaxed and enjoyed Severus’s talented touch. Mentally, the witch shrugged; there wasn’t anything she could do about their circumstances, frozen as she was, why not just enjoy the sensations? The fact that she had found the dour man sexy in his own way didn’t hurt, either.

Severus folded back the halves of Hermione’s dress, his thumbs trailing across her pert breasts as he did so, her exposed nipples pebbled in the open air. His eyes widened in surprise as he admired the thatch of curly auburn hair that covered her mons. The hair had been trimmed into an interesting heart shape. “Hermione, you’re just full of surprises.”

Slowly, he traced the outline of the heart’s edges, his hand stopping at the apex of her sex. His thumb gently slid lower, teasing the hard nub of her clit. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex. “Do you trust me, Hermione?” he asked, his tone casual as he continued to explore her body.

He watched her eyes for her answer. She blinked once.

His hand slid lower, one long finger gently probing between her nether lips, pleased at the moisture he found there. “It would seem you’re enjoying our predicament. Let’s get you undressed so I can awaken you properly.”

Raising her shoulders, he slid the remains of the dress down her arms. Lowering her back to the bed, he bent forward, reaching under the small of her back to pull the dress out from under her. His nose came even with one hardened nipple; moving up, he captured the tantalising pink bud softly between his teeth. He took extra care to lave and suck it into a state of arousal, all the while rolling and pulling on the nipple of her other breast. Severus pulled back, the nipple leaving his mouth with a wet pop. “I wouldn’t want to be accused of not tending to your needs, my dear.” He offered the same treatment to her other breast, before licking and sucking his way to her sex.

While ‘frozen silent,’ Hermione could still feel what Severus did to her body. Had she had the power of speech and movement, she would have been a writhing, moaning mass that was verging on one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced.

Pulling the remainder of the dress out from under her, he stepped back to admire her body while shedding his own clothing. “You really have a lovely figure. The robes you wear don’t do it justice. I know the Prince stayed fully clothed in the book, but really, I’d prefer to feel your silky skin against mine. I assume the spell allows for deviations since my wand works in here.”

Severus spread Hermione’s legs apart and settled himself between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, aching with need from the start of this little adventure. It was all he could do to stop himself from plunging forcibly into her welcome heat. Hesitating, he eyed the still witch. A forcefully blink on Hermione’s part answered his silent question. Teasingly, he slid his hardened member along her wet slit before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly sliding in.

“You are…unbelievably…tight. Please tell me you’re not a virgin.” Severus’s head dropped as his breathing grew ragged. He was doing everything he could not to brutally take Hermione and worry about the consequences later. It had been far too long since he had partaken of the pleasures of the flesh with someone else, even if that someone else couldn’t respond properly.

“I’m not. Please…don’t stop.” His cock, breaching her channel, had broken the enchantment. Hermione arched into him, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts; one hand was on his arse, urging him on. Her other hand was snaked across his shoulder, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

It was all the encouragement Severus needed. He pounded into the witch while ravishing her mouth, her moans of pleasure driving him on. He could feel the sudden tightening of her muscles signalling her release. The feel of her muscles milking him, her pounding pulse surrounding him, her moan as she shattered around his shaft pushed him over the edge. His balls pulled up, his cock ramming home one last time to spill his seed deep within the enticing witch.

Bracing himself on his forearms, his eyes closed, Severus tried to still his breathing. He wondered if Hermione would be upset, but it was her book that had dragged them into this mess. His eyes snapped open at the feel of her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His questioning gaze was met by the smiling countenance of one Hermione Granger.

“Thank you for waking me up, in more ways than one. You don’t rent yourself out as an alarm clock, do you? I would much rather be woken up like this in the morning than that obnoxious ring my alarm has.”

Severus laughed, leaning down to capture her lips in another earth-shattering kiss.

He moved to the side, pulling Hermione against him as he stretched out. “Care to tell me what’s going on here?”

TBC

A/N: Here you are, the next chapter as promised. I hope to upload chapter three Sunday. Unfortunately, I have limited Internet access at the moment. I ended up in the hospital yesterday with Sinusitis and a Staph infection. I have my laptop with me (I have to do something for entertainment other than watch my IV drip), but only a dial-up, intermittent connection. I was hoping for an overnight stay when the first four doses of my antibiotic were done, then home on a PICC line for two weeks. Now they seem to think I’ll be here for a minimum of four days for a new regime of drugs they want to try.

A grateful thank you to my beta, Nakhash, for her corrections, suggestions, and never-ending supply of commas; she is truly the best of the best. Another set of eyes is always helpful; the mistakes, however, are still mine.

Pearle