Still Lost

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 Three: Still Lost

Hermione averted her eyes, her cheeks reddening with her sudden blush. "Well, you seem to have assessed the situation properly before. We've been drawn into the book I was reading. I thought there was an emergency escape phrase, but I can't seem to remember it right now."

His hand travelled idly along her arm, tracing nonsensical patterns as he moved. "And having the greasy git 'claiming' you isn't upsetting to you?"

If possible, her blush deepened. "No, I'm fine. What about you?"

"Being drawn into this mess, or having coupled with you?"

"Coupled? Prince Charming you're not. All right, both counts, being drawn into the book and having a go with me."

"Well, considering the setting, I can't say I mind either at the moment." The irony of having called himself the Half-Blood Prince in school, only to be thrust into a book where he was the Prince, was not lost on Severus. "I know the Prince insisted Beauty call him Prince throughout the book, but I'll settle for Severus. Or Master, if you like."

Hermione found his smile disarming. "You've read The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yes, why does that surprise you?"

"You read Muggle literature?"

Severus chuckled. "I'm not sure that qualifies as literature. Though I suppose some erotica might. In any event, Rice isn't a Muggle."

Hermione shook her head. "Erotica? What do you...?" Voices in the hall interrupted her question.

"Alright, my Beauty, ready to play?" A quick spell redressed Severus in the clothes he'd been wearing. "I wonder who the King will be?" he said thoughtfully.

Hermione clutched the sheet to her chest. "You're not going to make me stand naked while they come in, are you?" she asked in horror.

"I should; it's your bloody book, after all," he said with a smirk. "Just stay where you are. I'll take care of the others."

The voices had reached the door. They could hear several people talking at once. A heavy knock sounded in the quiet room. "Beauty, are you all right? Whomever you are, open this door immediately by order of the King."

Severus strode confidently to door and threw it open. "Your Highness, have a nice nap?"

Arthur Weasley stood decked out in full royal dress, servants and guards behind him in the hallway. "Who are you, sir, and what are you doing in my daughter's bedchambers?"

"I am the Prince from the next kingdom." Severus rolled his eyes as he continued, hoping they could bypass some of the lesser scenes and get back to the action. Not surprisingly, the sight of a nude Hermione, especially after their first encounter, was playing havoc with his libido. "I have broken the enchantment on your castle and claim Beauty as my own."

"I see." The King glanced at Hermione, and then quickly looked away. "She is my only child, sir, surely there must be another way to repay your kindness?"

Severus snorted; evidently, they were going to play out the entire scene. "You have your life back and your lands. Beauty will be returned to you, all the better for her service. Beauty, come here and serve your Master."

"You're not serious." Hermione glared at him, pulling the sheet closer to her body.

"You see the disservice you have visited upon the girl? When her training is complete, she will truly understand her role in life." He turned to Arthur. "I should like dinner delivered to this room in one hour. We will leave in the morning."

"Yes, my Lord." He glanced furtively at Hermione before ordering those in the hall to carry out the Prince's orders. "Please be gentle with her; she's led a sheltered life."

"Actually, I think she prefers it rough," Severus mumbled. "Go, and leave us alone. Beauty must pay for her disobedience to me," he commanded, shutting the door in the King's face.

"Okay, this has gone far enough. Finite Incantatem." Hermione shouted, looking around wildly. "Finite Incantatem! Why isn't it working?"

Severus leaned casually against the doorframe, watching the witch. "I believe we have to act out the sequence of events in the book, Granger." He pushed off the frame, walking deliberately towards Hermione. "And now, my Beauty, you must be punished for your disobedience."

One hand clutched the sheet to her nude body, the other was held defensively in front of her as she backed up against the headboard. "Okay, just stop right there. If you think I'm going to run around naked in front of everyone, you've got another thing coming. Stay where you are; I'm not letting you sp..."

Severus chuckled at Hermione's obvious discomfort. "I don't believe I need your approval, but I think this might go easier if you did comply willingly. Really, I could stay in here indefinitely." Without waiting for an answer, Severus sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, and grabbed Hermione's outstretched hand. A quick tug pulled the angry witch over his lap. One arm encircled her waist, holding her firmly in place. He gently caressed the rounded globes of her arse before raising his hand and striking her firmly four times in quick succession.

Hermione shrieked in disbelief. "Let me go!"

Severus admired her reddening buttocks. "God, I've wanted to do that for years. Can someone tell me why we ever did away with corporal punishment in the school system?" He ignored her protests, swatting her lightly several more times for effect.

Tears streamed freely down her checks, more from the humiliation of being laid bare over the Potions master's knee, than the actual force of the spanking. Something odd had happened during the last few swats. She could feel herself growing wet, her bottom rising to meet his hand then dropping to grind herself against his knee as he warmed her arse.

Severus had felt her move against him, his cock was impossibly hard again. He stroked the heated flesh of her arse, tracing warm, rosy skin in quite a few places. His fingers dipped between her thighs, the smell of her arousal evident as she spread her legs for him. One long finger, then two, dipped into her wet sex. "It would seem you enjoyed that more than you let on."

Hermione slid off his lap to stand shakily next to the bed. Her hands rubbed the tender skin of her arse, but it was the heat gathering between her legs that surprised the witch. Severus reached out and palmed her sex, pulling her forward. Hermione stumbled at the sudden stimulation.

Effortlessly, he picked Hermione up and laid her on the bed. Delving between her open thighs, he ran his tongue along her nether lips, tasting the fragrant musk gathering there.

Hermione clutched the sheets, lost in the pleasure Severus provided. She felt him shift; once again his fingers filled her, curving to find that sweet spot in her body. She groaned as he licked and sucked her clit, pulling the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. She gave herself over to the sensations, her orgasm building in intensity.

Once again, a whispered spell divested him of his clothing. He moved up the bed to claim what was his and thrust forward, Hermione's hips rising off the bed to meet him.

"Mine," he growled, pinning her hands to the bed. "I claim you. You...are...mine." Each word was followed by a forward thrust. Flesh, slick with sweat, sliding across flesh, his pubic bone grinding against her as she meet him, thrust for thrust. He claimed her mouth, swallowing her moan as she came. It took little more for him to follow her, his own climax claiming him mere moments later.

They lay forehead to forehead, both trying to catch their breath. He tried to move off her, but she held him in place, comforted by his weight.

"Hermione, maybe after..."

A knock at the door interrupted his comment. Their dinner had arrived.

TBC

A/N: Thank you all for your well wishes. I'm home from the hospital, but still have twenty days of medication left on a home PICC line, however, here is the chapter I promised.

One more chapter to go - the final chapter will be posted on Tuesday.

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