Really, I Haven't!

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. I make no money from this and have the student loan balances to prove it. Just think of it as intellectual Barbie dolls for grown-ups, only better. Also, the concept for drinking game in the story is loosely based on the real life game called 'I've Never' by INI LLC, though I took liberties with the questions and a few of the rules.

Author's Note: Props go to Southern Witch for beta reading, Potter Place for enough cerebral lubrication to work out the right euphemism toward the end, and LOTM for the preview review in exchange for early admission. Thank you.

I must also apologize for the lack of Lucius in this chapter. He's taking a short break while the small but evil smut-hijacking plot bunny is properly roasted. Lucius will be back though, with his lady love following shortly after.

Severus eased into the bathtub behind Hermione and pulled her back against his chest. "Are you sore?" he asked quietly as he nuzzled the ticklish spot behind her ear.

"Not too much," she sighed. "My backside is a little tender, but that's all. How about you, are you sore?"

"It would require a great deal of sex before I was too chaffed to take you," he smirked.

The minutes passed in a comfortable silence as Severus nibbled the long line of her neck and allowed his hands to glide over her soft body. "Did you ever fantasize about me?" Hermione whispered, wiggling around just enough to see the curious look on Severus' face.

"Many times."

"Did you ever . . . you know . . . get off on it?" At the sudden twisting of his features, Hermione barreled ahead before she lost her nerve. "I just . . . I had this one in particular that would always work, and I wondered if you had one too."

"Indeed? Tell me about 'this one in particular.'" Hermione blushed and dropped her eyes, but the arm locked around her waist prevented her from turning away. "Come now, witch. You cannot expect that I would spill my secrets without at least a little reciprocation. Tit for tat, after all."

"If I tell mine, will promise to tell yours?"

"Yes," he replied evenly.

After a moment of consideration, Hermione slowly began her tale. "It would be on a Saturday evening, and I'd drop by to visit while you worked on your research. You'd ask me if I could help, sometimes with preparing the ingredients or maybe a batch of Pepperup potion for Poppy. Anyway, we'd be working along as we normally do, only this time there's little touches," she said as she lifted his free hand, the nail of her index finger gliding over the moist skin of his palm. "You'd brush my fingers when taking an ingredient, or push back a bit of hair that got out of the tie back. Intimate things like settling your hand on the small of my back as you walk passed. Eventually I'd be doing something that you needed to check, and you'd stand right behind me with your hands on my hips and look over my shoulder. I could feel you along the whole length of my body, and I'd hope that the lump digging into my back was you and not a phial of something or another in your pocket."

Hermione wormed her way around until she was straddling Severus' thighs. The dark-haired wizard watched in fascination as the young woman on his lap abandoned his hand in favor of softly exploring his chest, never once bringing her eyes up to meet his own.

"Your hands would start to dip down across my stomach before you pull them back, and just when I build the courage to turn around and kiss you, one of your Prefects knocks on the door. There's always a fight in the common room or a hex that Poppy can't quite reverse. You apologize and tell me that it will take awhile, but I'm welcome to wait. It only takes a few minutes after you leave before my task is complete, so I clean up and put things away, the whole time wondering if I had imagined it. After the busy work is done, I don't know what to do, but I don't want to leave. That's when I notice a book on your desk. At first I think it's one of your potions books, but it isn't," she said, her voice husky from the remembered desire.

Severus slid his hand up her side to cup her breast and dropped a chase kiss onto the corner of her mouth. "So tell me, my snoopy little witch, what book did I leave laying about for prying eyes to ogle?"

"The Complete Encyclopedia of Magical Sexuality," she murmured, still lost in the fantasy. "I open it to the page you have book marked fully expecting to find an article about semen in potions or hormone variants effecting the outcome of reproductive potions, but it isn't. Instead there is a picture of a woman bent at the waist, her hands braced against the foot of a bed, as the man pounds into her from behind. I can't help but imagine that it's a picture of us. My breasts swaying every time you thrust into me, my head thrown back as I'm begging you for more. And you . . . You urge me forwards, the silk of your voice is lost from the desire as you explain in explicit detail how much you like what your doing. I . . . I can't help but wonder what it would be like, and it makes every nerve in my body surge."

Biting back his own swelling need, Severus slid a finger over the curve of Hermione's hip to toy with the outer most curls covering her mound, silently encouraging her to continue.

"When I can't stand it anymore, I flip through the pages, thinking somewhere there would be something to distract me. The next picture is of a woman pleasuring a man, and again, I imagine that it's us. I'd be sitting on my heels with you kneeling in front of me. The saliva and pre-come coating your . . . your cock is so thick that the skin barely moves when I try to massage you with my hand. Your head is dropped forwards so you can watch me scoot closer and settle you between my breasts. I lean forward just enough to kiss your stomach, the tip of your shaft leaves a wet trail along my collarbone, but you push me back before I can leave a love bite on your hip. Your hands fall from my shoulders to tug at my nipples before pushing my breasts together around you. At first you move slowly, sighing each time you emerge out the top, but as soon as I catch the tip between my lips you have to have more. My hands move up to replace yours so you can fist your hands into the back of my hair. Over and over you pull me into your thrust, your hips hitting my ribs each time you burst through my cleavage and into my mouth. You don't talk this time, not with words, but I can tell with each grunt and moan that you're close, and when you come, you crush me against you, my nose pressed into the soft skin of your belly as you cover my chest and neck with your cum."

Severus slowly exhaled as he reigned in the desire to take her then and there. The idea of fucking those luscious tits was indeed a, well, titillating thought. Before he could chastise himself for such a bad, if apt, pun, Hermione's voice pulled him back to the matter at hand.

"The whole time I'm watching the picture I want it to be us. I want you to find me so desirable that you lose control for just the slightest of moments. I turn a few more pages before I find another picture that I have to stop and watch. It's a witch and wizard kissing passionately as he lifts her onto a dinning room table. He runs his hands up the outside of her thighs and down the tops as he steps between her knees. She leans back on her elbows, and he lifts one of her legs up onto his shoulder before he enters her. They obviously care about each other, it's easy to see from the looks passed between them, but at the same time you can tell how much they want one another. That's when I can't stand it anymore.

"I push my robes open and slide down a bit in your chair. The skirt I'm wearing is only knee length, so when I drape my leg across the arm of the chair the material slides up out of the way. I close my eyes and imagine that it's your hand on my leg, your fingers sneaking under the material of my knickers. I touch myself, wishing it was your skin against mine, so lost in the fantasy that I don't hear the door open or your boots on the flagstone. I don't know how long you watch, but you don't speak till I moan your name.

"'Take your knickers off,' you say, 'I want to see you.' You watch as I stand up and strip away all the material, wanting to feel your eyes on every bit of my skin. When I sit back down, my leg again hooked over the arm of the chair, you tell me what to do, where to touch, how hard to press. The desire... it's like an object placed between two mirrors, it just goes on forever, growing in intensity till we're both ready to explode. You grab the hand buried between my legs and pull me firmly against you, my nipples so hard that even the softness of your shirt scrapes and hurts. Before I know what's happening, you lift me onto your desk, release your erection, and plow into me."

The sudden silence pulled Severus out of his reverie, and he carefully searched for any telltale signs of distress, wondering what could cause her to stop at such a pinnacle of the story. Nothing appeared out of order. "And?"

"And what?" she asked curiously as she gazed up at him with innocent, though thoroughly aroused, brown eyes.

"What happened next?"

"I . . . Well, I don't know exactly," she muttered, quickly looking away.

"How can you not know what happened next in your own fantasy?" he huffed incredulously.

"Because I never needed to know what happened next."

"Merlin's beard, woman, how ca... Ah, I see now," he said, his frown widening to a rather evil smirk. "Tell me, which did you find more arousing to imagine: the two of us in such compromising positions, finger fucking yourself at my desk, or my watching?"

Hermione fidgeted a bit before snagging the bar of soap and flannel off the small shelf of the tub. Only after she had washed his chest and stomach did she speak. "I suppose it was you telling me exactly how to . . . to pleasure myself while watching," she said as she ran the rag over his now prominent erection and down between his legs.

With a single quick jerk on Hermione's hips, Severus dragged her the few inches separating their torsos, her backside sliding deliciously over his thighs and the water lapping at the underside of her heavy breasts. "Indeed?" he growled into the curve of her neck. Sliding a hand between them, he gently massaged and caressed the apex of her thighs, subtly washing away most of Lucius' essence. "And what, pray tell, did I want you to do as I watched?"

"Oh . . . Ah . . . You wanted me to pull open my folds with one hand and tap my clit with my other index finger," she breathed, the hot, moist air engulfing his ear. "Then you wanted me to let go and slide my hand all the way down and back up. After that you, um, wanted me to finger myself, but you insisted on three strokes before I pulled out and circled my clit once. When my finger is soaked you tell me to circle my areolas. The . . . The, uah, cool air of the dungeon makes my nipples even harder once they're wet. Oh, sweet goddess, I want you!"

"Show me," Severus demanded as he pulled back from the soft warm lips working down his neck and along the ridge of his shoulder.

For nearly half a minute, Hermione sat unmoving as she fought past the desire to simply take him where they were before giving a short nod and rising from the bath water. Severus watched in something akin to awe as she lightly patted the excess moisture from her body and draped the towel across the counter next to the sink. She had attempted to pin her hair up after she left the library leaving the clean lines of her body mostly uninterrupted. Never before had he seen anything so erotic as the natural rolling sway of Hermione's rounded hips and the slight jiggle of her naked arse as she moved.

Without a word between them she hopped up on the counter, her legs demurely crossed at the ankles as she pushed back the tiny hairs clinging to her temples. Hermione carefully watched Severus' face as she boldly cupped her breasts before sliding her right hand down, over the soft curve of her belly, and buried her first three fingers in engorged tissue between her legs.

"Show me," Severus demanded again, his voice rough from desire. "Open up for me, witch. Let me see."

Leaning back against the wall, Hermione lifted her left leg and braced her heel against the edge of the counter while hooking her right leg over the corner. She inserted her middle finger into her body, the passage still slick from the earlier encounter. After three slow thrusts, she withdrew her finger and ran it lightly around the rim of her swollen clit before bringing her hand even higher. For the briefest of moments, Severus thought she intended on painting her nipples but quickly checked the idea as her tongue darted out to curl around the end of the sticky digit. One, two, three more tiny swipes of Hermione's talented tongue, and she engulfed it with her mouth, sucking and swallowing just as she had done to his cock.

"Do you like the taste?" he asked after pulling himself out of the tub, uncaring of the water running down his body to pool on the rug.

"It's alright I suppose." Hermione shrugged as she dipped her finger back into her body. "I can taste Lucius' cum with my own, though I would rather it was yours. Would you like to try it?"

"Indeed," he murmured. Ignoring the proffered finger, he dipped his head down between her splayed thighs and lapped at her weeping center. Pulling away, he wiped his face of the edge of her towel and straightened to boldly look her in the eye. "You're right. My cum would taste much better on you than his."

"Well, at least we can agree on that." She swallowed thickly, trying to keep her gaze off the raging erection bouncing so very close to her unprotected opening. "Shall we get dried off now and go back to your room?"

"No," he answered honestly. "Now we shall fuck." Before Hermione could so much as contemplate the declaration, Severus looped her left leg over his right arm, tugged her to the very edge of the counter, and shoved into her wet heat. The series of slow retreats followed quickly by sharp thrusts had her arching toward him, her head thrown back as she gasped at the delicious invasion.

"Oh god . . . " she moaned, dragging his head toward her and attacking his mouth.

With a rough groan Severus wrapped both her legs around his waist, pulled her tightly against him and turned to brace her against the bathroom wall. As delightful as it was to have her splayed before him, the counter was unequivocally the wrong height and the angle insufficient. He wanted all of her, the scrape of her nipples against his chest, her weight bearing down on the very root of his erection, the grind of her clit against his pubic hair . . . everything.

A moment was all it took for them to find a rhythm, a precarious dance of arching and flexing bodies driving one another closer and closer to the precipice. Severus pounded up into Hermione's willing body, the strength in his legs giving an extra snap to his hips, as the mewling woman in his arms sucked and nipped at the straining cord in his neck.

Their movements subtly shifted quickly, moving from hurried to desperate and then to frantic as Severus gave up any pretense of tempo and simply hammered into her thrashing core, her muscles contracting around him on the edge of climax, until she literally milked the orgasm from his body. "Beautiful . . . Fuck . . . Goddess . . ." he gasped and growled, his own ridged body bucking against the force of his pleasure.

The feeling of Severus buried snug against her cervix as the hot seed rushed the opening to her womb pulled her down after him. Darkness clouded her vision and Severus' coarse words vibrated down her spin as she tensed, bowing against the wall before snapping forwards to bear down around his twitching shaft; she quickly bit down on the side of his neck to muffle the wail of satisfaction.

For long moments they stayed propped against the wall as their bodies quivered with exertion. "Beautiful," Severus mumbled into Hermione's hair while slowly releasing first one, then the other leg. "Bed?"

"Indeed," she drawled in return before placing a gentle kiss in the middle of his chest.

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Severus felt Hermione shift on the bed beside him and smirked as she tugged the blankets firmly around her. "Good morning," he drawled, pulling her close enough to spoon only to emit a small yelp of surprise. "Good god, woman, how can one's arse be so cold?"

"It is remarkably easy when one's bed-mate insists on hogging the covers," she chuckled, turning over to press her naked length along his own. "You know, you never told me about your fantasy."

"No, I didn't, did I?" He smirked as he ran his hand down Hermione's side and pulled her top leg up over his hip.

"You promised!"

"I did promise, though we never agreed that it would be soon. There is a time for everything, as they say." A roll of his hips slid his erection along Hermione's center.

"Bastard," Hermione huffed lightly, pulling her leg down from its perch to trap Severus between the soft, moist flesh of her mons and thighs. "So if you won't tell me your fantasy, will you let me in on who Lucius' unrequited love is?"

"I believe the word I chose was 'pining.' I never said anything about unrequited love, since there is, as of yet, no evidence one way or another of her rejection," he countered with a small thrust, a look of pleasure crossing his face at the delicious friction.

"All right, Mr. Oxford, so who is he 'pining' over?"

"Now to answer that, madam, teeters on the very edge of kissing and telling. Besides which, there are far better uses for such a pretty little mouth," he murmured seductively as he leaned down to claim her lips.

"You're right," she sighed. Just as he reached the halfway point, his eyes beginning to drift closed, Hermione quickly pulled away and rolled out of bed, snagging Severus' discarded shirt from the night before. "Breakfast is a smashing idea, and no doubt safe from anymore questions since my mouth will be full . . . of food."

"You are not amusing me." He frowned.

"No, I wouldn't imagine I am at the moment. Though it would be such a shame if others were to believe that I shagged the information out of you, wouldn't it?" she said with only a hint of an edge to her tone.

"Are you implying that I am being refused based on my withholding personal information of another person?" he growled, the frown quickly morphing into that of rage.

"No, you imbecile, I'm implying that we need to make an appearance at breakfast before going back to the castle. I still have those new books to go over before I can make the change in text for my N.E.W.T classes, and you grumbled for a week about having to leave your research," she shot back, her own features clouding over. "Really, Severus, I would hope that over the last few years you would have learned to trust me at least a little. Besides which, you know that I value my friendship with Lucius and would never do anything to hurt him."

When the anger in Severus' face didn't ease, Hermione's shoulders slumped in resignation. "Then again, perhaps I misunderstood you last night. I was under the impression that this was more than a . . . a chance to dip your wand in wood polish. If that was the end goal, you should have made that plain. My apologies for overstepping that boundary."

Before Severus could reply, Hermione gave a flip of her tangled curls and slammed the bedroom door behind her. "Shite!" he grumbled as he rolled out of bed and began pulling on his clothes. The woman was quite possibly more infuriating now than she had been as a student.

By the time he made it down to the kitchen, Hermione had already prepared a cup of tea and was intently beating a bowl of eggs. A half dozen Order members suffering through various degrees of sobriety eyed the two with trepidation, none of them failing to notice that Hermione was wearing his button up shirt over a pair of denim britches or her mussed hair tied hastily back at the base of her neck.

"Wotcher, Severus," Tonks yawned. "Sleep well?"

"Pleasantly enough," he replied slowly, not missing Hermione's grumble.

"Must have after taking advantage of an innocent," Ron snapped.

In the blink of an eye, Hermione had her wand drawn and trained on the youngest Weasley son. "Do not test my patience this morning," she hissed. "Just because you don't find anything of value in who I am, it does not mean that others are so short sighted -- even if it is just for a shag."

Severus winced at hurt in Hermione's eyes.

"Don't forget, Weasley. She still has a dare or two that can be called in from last night," Draco muttered as he sipped his own cup of tea. "Technically no one put a time limit on the payback for unfounded challenges."

If possible, Ron paled even further. "I just don't want to see her taken advantage of."

"Perhaps you should have thought about that before you went off to shag whatever trollop was desperate enough to take you!" Hermione shot back. "My private life is none of your concern and you better just shut it before you end up spilling all your dirty little secrets at the next family luncheon. Imagine what dear Mum would say if she ever found out about the escapade in your dad's out building."

"You wouldn't!"

The rest of the room looked on in curiosity as Ron went from gray to a brilliant shade of purple, but to everyone's surprise it, was Severus who spoke. "Do not tempt fate, Mr. Weasley, especially when it involves a very talented witch."

A nearly uncomfortable silence descended upon the room as Hermione and Severus sized one another up. Finally, Hermione sighed and gave him a short nod before turning back to her bowl of eggs. The tension in Severus' shoulders eased. Stepping forwards he gently laid a hand on the crook of Hermione's arm and leaned in to whisper in her ear. She did, after all, have a valid point about trusting one another and about her friendship with Lucius.

"It isn't necessary, really," she quietly replied, giving a small shake of her head.

Instead of arguing the point, the dark-haired wizard again leaned in and, again, whispered in her ear. This time Hermione whirled around with a wide-eyed look of shock. "Really? You're not having me on?" When Severus shook his head a wide, a nearly evil grin creased Hermione's features. "Oh, that's brilliant! Absolutely, unequivocally, brilliant. It'll take a bit of preparation, of course, with needing to smooth a few feathers, but we could definitely work something out."

"You are not to get involved," he hissed. "No interference!"

Hermione leaned a bit to the side and looked appraisingly upon the group of people sitting around the table, most of whom shifted nervously in their seats. The last time Hermione had that look about her, a large number of Death Eaters had quite a nasty shock at the end of her wand. With a placating pat on Severus' chest, Hermione said, "Of course not, Severus, whoever said anything about interfering? Now, if you'll be kind enough to help, we can hurry breakfast and get back to Hogwarts. Quite a lot of work to be done before fall term, you know."