Burgeoning Consequence

*Warning this story is explicit – this story is mostly graphic sexual situations.*

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Burgeoning Consequence

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Stiff and sore from attending the Chudley Cannons home game, Hermione decided to slip away after dinner and have a bath. All through dinner Harry had been literally staring at Ginny with big dopey eyes and developed a problem getting his food into his mouth each time Ginny pulled her fork slowly out of hers. Thrice during pudding, Ginny licked some of her pudding from the spoon before putting it in her mouth, and Harry had literally squirmed. It'd been comical to watch.

Ron was shoveling in his food, talking about the latest miracle win that the Chudley Cannons somehow managed to pull off, giving a full accounting, again, for the fifth time. He had recounted, repeatedly, on how Saunders and Spudmore had made nine scores, how Saunders had intercepted the Quaffle from the Pride of Portree Keeper, Meghan McCormick, three times, and how Jenkins had knocked the Bludger into Catriona McCormack, knocking her out. Still, the Pride of Portree had lost when Galvin Gudgeon caught the Snitch, ending the match at two hundred and eighty to two hundred and seventy. But to hear Ron tell it, the game had been a sweep!

Hermione washed her hair and worked her deep conditioner in through the ends, twisting her hair in a lose knot on her head, and settled in for a soak, letting the warm water and bubble bath ease her mind and tension. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the Burrow, so different from the quiet of her parents' house. There was thumping on the stairs, doors opening and closing, Mrs. Weasley warning Ron to put down the Quaffle Harry had bought him. Ginny laughing. A crash, Hermione supposed was caused by Ron tossing the Quaffle, probably to Harry, and Mrs. Weasley shrieking at him...

She closed her eyes, smiling.

Almost immediately Hermione felt like she was floating as if suspended, lying next to a warm body before she realized that she was lying in silky sheets. He turned, rolling over, and propped himself up on one elbow to look at her lying there. His face was partially hidden by his black hair, but there was no mistaking his hand as it reached out and touched her, grasping her breast and pinching her nipple. She reached out and grabbed his hand, and he turned to look at her, his dark eyes questioning. Slowly, she traced a finger of his hand that lay on her breast, outlining each finger until he moved it, sliding his hand down her stomach to her side of her waist. He leaned down to kiss her as he pulled her to him. He teased her with his tongue, sucking on her lower lip, and kissed her passionately. Hermione tried to kiss him back, sliding her hand into his soft, silky hair, but he pulled away, staring at her. He slowly kicked the covers away that covered them, and she looked down, watching as his body became exposed. He was thin, but his body was mostly lean muscle. His abdomen was rippled like the models in magazines, and the hair on his chest made a line that trailed down his stomach and widened as he kicked the covers down further, exposing his pubic hair. Hermione's eyes widened as she saw his penis, soft and floppy at first, jerk and twitch, slowly growing stiffer as she stared at it.

He stayed firmly inside her as his face relaxed, and slowly, his gaze returned to hers, dark eyes staring at her with a smug look of accomplishment.

Hermione gasped, and she sat up, her breathing hard, her heart pounding in her ears... Gradually, she became aware of a gentle knocking on the loo door.

"Oi! Hermione, you okay in there?" Ron asked, sounding worried. "You're not drowning are you?"

Yes, Ron, I'm drowning! I'm falling, and sinking, and losing my mind! "No, I'm fine, really! I'll be out in a minute," she called out, pulling herself up into a sitting position. Her body was still shaking, her breathing still harsh, and her heart was pounding erratically. Oh, please – help me...! This cannot be real – it just cannot be real!

"Hermione?" Ron asked through the door. "Do you need help?"

No, Ron, you cannot help me... "No, I'm fine. I – ah – just dosed off to sleep I think," she lied. And made love to Severus Snape – again – in his bed! His bed – if that was his bed – and I wanted him! Circe! I really wanted to... with him! Her breathing was returning to normal, but her heart still raced.

"Hermione?" Ron asked again. "Do you want me to get Mum?"

"No, Ron! I'm Fine," she yelled at him. "Please, just go. I'll be out shortly."

*

The moon reflected on the water around her as the current swept around her legs. Hermione slipped into the deep pool of water and sank down to her chin, watching the water ripple away from her. She laid her head back and lifted her legs, floating lazily in the center of the pool, moving her arms on the surface. The current of the stream passed around her as if she were immobile as a rock, gently caressing her skin. Her body glowed smooth and creamy in the soft moonlight in contrast to the silver-flecked, dark water around her. Hands, warm and firm, glided up her legs to her hips, pulling her against a warm solid body. She knew he was already aroused the moment their bodies connected. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, and she rubbed her body against him, luxuriating in the feel of wet skin on skin. He was standing, the water to his shoulders, his dark hair shielding his face from her. His mouth found her neck, trailing kisses up to her chin as his hands caressed and explored her body, one moving to cup her hips, the other gliding down to touch her sensitive spot.

She wanted to pull away, make him slow down, but his need drove her to need him with nearly matching urgency. Their mouths met in a deep passionate kiss as his thumb flicked her nub and a finger slid inside her. He was making her feel again, warm and breathless, wanton and free. She leaned back in the water giving him her body. His mouth covered a breast, his tongue rolling around her nipple as his fingers stimulated her below. Jolts of pleasure radiated out from her core, and she moaned. He laughed against her breast, and the vibration felt good on her skin. She felt him separate her legs, and she wrapped them around his hips, feeling his penis poke at her entrance, sliding up and down to separate her moist lips and enter her. She whimpered as the sensation of being filled erased all coherent thought.

She looked up to see his face, and the dark penetrating gaze of Severus Snape looked back at her with desire and lust. Hermione let out a gasp, struggling to sit up, but he held her, his penis deep inside her, his eyes possessive. The fingers of one of his hands slid down to touch where the base of his penis met her groin, and he stroked her skin along where they were joined, fondling and rubbing.

She whimpered again as the spontaneous jolts of pleasure shot through her, and he pulled out slightly, the tip of his penis teasing at her entrance again, then plunged in, and the sensation of being filled consumed her, erasing all her protests. He pulled out of her slowly and reentered her with a thrust. With each plunge, he flicked her sensitive spot, making the drive more intense. Her arms flailed out in the water, grasping for him as he repeatedly made his slow withdrawal and deep thrusts, emphasizing each move with a flick of his finger. Her body was tensing, her muscles tightening on him as the growing pressure built within her. She tried to sit up, but he pulled her forcefully against him, and she fell back, her mouth open. "Oh, my... gods! Yes, Ssseveruss," she cried out, nearly screaming as her release broke. He was thrusting harder now. She could feel him as his own release came, and he clutched her body to him, holding them locked together. "Please," she whimpered as his mouth found her breast again and his teeth nipped at her nipple, making Hermione wake up gasping in confusion, pain and post climatic bliss.

"Ouch! How dare you...?" Her groin still throbbed from his intrusion, her nipple hurt from being bitten, and she was breathless, her heart racing erratically as she gasped for air.

"Uh... huh?" Ginny asked from across the room. "What...? Are you...? What's happened?"

Hermione looked around wildly. It was a dream – again! I was shagging Severus Snape in my dreams again. "Ginny, I'm sorry. Go back to sleep." Merlin's balls! Why him? She picked up the flannel she'd tucked under her pillow to wipe away the wetness between her legs.

"Hermione, are you okay," Ginny asked, sitting up. "It's the dream again, isn't it? Is he rough? Did he hurt you? It sounded like he hurt you?"

"He bit me," Hermione said, sitting up to face Ginny. She pulled her pillow onto her lap, hugging it.

"He bit you? No!" Ginny said, worried. "Is he rough with you?"

Oh Circe! Ginny, he's – he's so good! Hermione blushed. He's erotic... "No... not usually – not most of the time..." He's so passionate and makes me feel and do things... The way he makes me feel...

Ginny got up and walked over to Hermione's cot. "Hermione, what – I mean is – is it okay? Are you okay with this?"

"Ginny, I don't know what to think. It's Snape. Professor Snape. I've never thought of him in any other way than as my teacher." Hermione pulled at the corner of her pillow. "I mean he can hardly stand me. He's called me silly girl and insufferable more times than I can count... know-it-all and intolerable – and he's my – my true heart's intended? My wand mate? My match? It has to be a mistake!"

"I don't know," Ginny said reluctantly. "I mean the spell worked. All three of us connected – and experienced our first time with – well, for me – Harry. Even Luna was surprised with who came to her. I really thought it would be Ron, but you've been having recurring dreams right?"

"Yes, every night, the same dream – only different; like we are actually coming together and shagging each night." She looked at the door and back to Ginny. "Ginny, he's not Ron – it's Snape. What happened?"

"I wish I could tell you," Ginny said, shrugging. "I'm as surprised as you are." Ginny tilted her head, watching Hermione pick at her pillow. "But I hear you. I hear you moaning and watch you tossing. The sounds you make – it sounds like he's – like you're really into it and like what he's doing."

Hermione blushed and buried her face into the pillow. After several seconds, she nodded. "He's amazing... What he can do – what he does do... it's – he... Oh, gods, Ginny! If it's anything like in the dreams..."

"Then I'm in for a rough night," Ginny said, giggling. "Think you can give me some pointers?"

~S~

The good thing about being at Malfoy Manor was that the food was good. Breakfast, lunch and dinner arrived like clockwork, sometimes accompanied by either Lucius or Narcissa, usually Lucius. The other thing, which had become important lately, was that the bedding was changed each night when he summoned the house-elves, and they brought freshly cleaned pajama bottoms for him as well. Severus was hoping that the bloody elves who changed his sheets and pajamas were not telling his hosts that he was having wet dreams. Wet dreams at my age. Realistic and physical wet dreams! He'd never heard about such a thing. Except from spells or curses... I'm going to have to start searching the library for books on dreams without rousing Lucius's curiosity or suspicions. There has to be a book – any book in that huge library of his – that describes these lucid and realistic dreams. As it was, these dreams were actually helping him recover. No, that's bloody ridiculous – they are just wet dreams... Bloody wet dreams – with Hermione Granger! Gods, how I want to throttle her... and feel her writhe under me... gasping for breath, crying out my name, begging me to use her, pleading for my touch.... He mentally shook his head. Control... nothingness... Get control of your mind... You could do this when it mattered – get her out of your head....

This evening had been normal. Severus had dined on a perfect steak, new potatoes and asparagus and spent an hour or so reading in the library from a very old and rare book while sipping on a very old, fine brandy with Lucius. He'd then had a stroll around the garden and hence returned to bed, exhausted. His book was sitting on the bedside table with a piece of black ribbon marking his page. House-elves. It must have been... Lucius wouldn't have marked my page, nor known where I'd left off for that matter.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and she came to him again. He was walking in the garden, the small fairy lights illuminating the rose bushes, the night jasmine, and the climbing clematis and wisteria vines on the pergola. He'd turned around, and she was standing there, almost floating in front of him in the flimsiest dressing gown he'd ever seen. She shivered in the night air, and instinctively, he pulled her into his arms to warm her. Her arms slid under his cloak, touching bare skin. 'No point in wearing clothes if I'm just going to shag her is there?' He bent down to kiss her, ripping open the gown and drank in her body as he knelt down to kiss her breasts and her stomach. She gripped his shoulders, her head tilting back in enjoyment at the sensation of his tongue on her flesh. He trailed kisses and tender nips up her body as he rose. Her hands roamed over his body, down his hips and cupped his buttocks with a gentle squeeze before gliding up his back as if fascinated by his back muscles. Smiling, he slowly copied her movements as he kissed her and then cupped her buttocks, bringing her tightly against his groin, grinding his penis against her pubic hair. 'Yes, this is what you do to me, Hermione,' he thought, knowing she couldn't hear him. He released her, bringing his hands to her front, sliding up from her waist to her breasts, cupping them, kneading the tender, pert flesh. 'Pert, lovely, nice size... she's mine.' He could feel her moan against his mouth, and he slipped in his tongue deepening the kiss hungrily. 'Merlin's balls, why am I so fascinated by her? Moreover, why does my mind seek her out each night?'

'Soon. Soon, I'll have you for real, and I'll taste you then. I'll have you, Hermione, and this won't be a dream any longer,' he thought, his testicles tightening at his declaration, and the pressure in the base of his penis intensified again. He guided her hand back down and around to her groin, making her fondle herself. He could feel her fingertips slide on him with each withdrawal and thrust. 'Yes, witch, I am going to have you. I am going to hear you pant, hear you moan, make you scream my name... Make you come so hard you become weak and limp...' His release broke like a dam bursting open, his hot come jetting out into her, and he collapsed on her back, nearly crushing her into the bench before he realized that she'd come again herself. He grabbed her, pulling her up and against his chest, turning with her to hold her on his lap on the bench. She cradled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her breathing as hard and erratic as his. 'Gods, what am I doing...'

Severus woke up, sweating, his heart pounding, his breathing heavy, and saw Lucius Malfoy sitting in the armchair by his bed, his elbows resting on the armrests, and his feet stretched out in front of him. Bloody hell! And the bad thing about staying here – no privacy.

"Nice dream, Severus?" Lucius asked drolly. "I was passing by and heard you moaning."

"A bloody nightmare," Severus said with a scowl. And another bad thing about staying here is that Lucius and Narcissa keep checking up on me...

"That's not what it sounded like from here. From here it sounded like a rather good dream to me," Lucius said with an inquisitive grin. "Maybe I should get my Pensieve, and we could watch it together?"

I'm not showing you my wet dreams! Severus' scowled deepened. "No, I think not."

"Seriously, it sounded good – too good," Lucius replied, his eyebrow cocked up as he regarded Severus with amused interest.

"Personal love life getting a bit droll?" Severus asked languidly. "It was just a dream – let it go."

Lucius smiled and laced his fingers together, still sitting comfortably in his armchair. "Do you need anything before I turn in? Fresh pajamas and fresh sheets perhaps?"

I said 'let it go...' "Just a book. I think I'll go down and get a new book," Severus stated, his voice bored.

Lucius rolled his eyes to the thick book on Severus's bedside table. "That one's not good enough?"

"Some lighter reading before bed," he replied, rolling his eyes to the door. "I thought that you were going to bed?"

"I am... in good time. Narcissa will wait up. If not – I'll wake her. I'm suddenly feeling randy at the moment." Lucius watched Severus's face darken with a smug smile. He rose and walked toward the door, stopping and turning around in the doorway. "If you're looking for books on dreams, try the second shelf from the far corner or the one five over from the Floo."

"I didn't say I wanted a book on dreams," Severus stated, irritated, "just some light reading."

"On dreams or dream inducing spells or potions... If it's the latter, try the bookshelf five over from the Floo. You know how to expose the darker tomes." Lucius smirked from the doorway as he watched Severus's eyes narrow. "I've known you for far too long, old friend. Just ask me tomorrow if you don't find what you are looking for."

"Good night, Lucius."

"Good night, Severus."

Severus quickly cleaned himself off with his wand and called for the house-elf that was tending to him, demanding fresh pajamas and fresh sheets. The elf simply bowed and quickly retrieved another pair of pajamas, this time in deep sapphire blue, and began to change the silk sheets.

The Malfoy library was nearly two stories tall with every wall taken up by bookshelves or by tall windows. The only exception was the double sliding doors and the dark maple and stone Floo that warmed the room efficiently on cold mornings and evenings. The fire in the grate burst into flame upon his entry. The ring of chairs, small sofas and ottomans were plush and comfortable. Ironically, the décor was done entirely in deep burgundy with dark maple wood. Still, few in the Wizarding world could rival Lucius's library. Severus scanned the book titles on the suggested shelf, opting for the books on spells first. I hardly believe Hermione – no, Miss Granger, would've done a spell to connect us together – so, someone must have cast something on her. He read quickly through book after book, placing the discarded ones on the sofa nearest him. She would not be so foolish to cast a Lust Spell... or gullible enough to try the Sleeping Beauty Cruse... Besides she seems alert when she comes to me, and she comes to me. No – at first I was drawn to her, but now she comes to me... Well, it's not the Sleeping Beauty Curse, nor the Snow White Sleeping Death; she's most definitely not lifeless and dead...

His fingers glided over the spines of the books, pulling selected books down, and scanning the pages as he considered each spell. It's like we connected. Like she is looking for me, seeking me out to make love – shag her. She's so willing, desirous, and she's becoming more brazen... It's interactive... The dreams feel real. As if she is actually with me... He could feel her in the dreams, but not taste her or hear her. Nevertheless, I will, Hermione, I will. I will taste you... I will hear you panting, moaning as I use you. I will hear you cry and whimper and make you scream out my name. Someday soon, I will have you and you will be mine. He turned his head, shutting his eyes tightly to dispel that trail of thought. Merlin's balls! Concentrate.

He scanned through and discarded several more books.

Hermione – Miss Granger – appears when I'm asleep or extremely relaxed... She appears next to me as soon as I close my eyes... or when we are both resting possibly. The spell he'd just read stated that the victim could not control the actions, just respond to them. And I can control these dreams. I can guide them, turn her and manipulate, so easily. She's so willing... so pliable to what I want to do to her... He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

The next few books contained spells for creating dreams, including making a fantasy lover. This is not a delusional fantasy. No. She is eager, ardent, purposeful and ready when she appears. He was getting hard just thinking about her. He wondered if he sat down and masturbated would he make the connection with her. No, the connection is from her. Someone did this to her or on her...

He scanned the pages of another book, shaking his head. No, the connection is vivid, almost real. I wake up sweating, euphoric, my heart racing and deeply satisfied, and disturbed... but I have control. He placed another book on the sofa. So far she has appeared to me in my bed, in the garden here at the Manor... in water... In the first few dreams, we were in water... a potion perhaps...

He crossed the room to the other section of Lucius had mentioned, and his penis jerked and throbbed as he walked. He pulled several more tomes from the shelves. Yes, soon, Hermione... soon I will take you and make you mine. I will have you, you sultry witch. I promise you...

He discarded another book on the growing pile on the floor at his feet. I am going to severely curse whoever did this to us – her! I swear it.

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