The Hollow

My most amazing beta got this to me, and so I'm posting the last chapter for this. Thanks for all the reviews, and for the push to flush a one-shot into something a little meatier.

Anyways, major thanks to my betas Mystic Song (Amanda) and Aila.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, I just like playing with her creations. "The Hollow" belongs to A Perfect Circle, more specifically Maynard James Keenan

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He had thought they would be able to control themselves until reaching his rooms. They were both adults after all. It seemed one of the few times he was wrong. Watching her bottom sway back and forth, as she climbed the stairs ahead of him, proved his undoing. One moment Hermione was ahead of him, just having finished climbing the stairs and walking onto the floor that held his room, and the next he was ahead of her, turning her so that her back hit the wall as he enveloped her lips with his own. Hermione’s arms lifted as her hands tangled in his hair, her hips pressing brazenly against his as she moaned into his mouth. His hands were rather busy; one hand slid underneath her pyjama bottoms cupping and squeezing her arse. The other slid along her waist to caress the underside of her breast, a thumb feathering back and forth across a quickly hardening nipple.

Run, desire, run

One motive, to cater to the hollow

Breaking the kiss, Severus gave her a dark smile before taking her hand and resuming their trek to his room. As the pair entered the door, Hermione quickly cast both locking and silencing charms to protect against any possible interruption. No words were spoken, none were needed. Giving Severus a hungry, predatory look, Hermione ran her hands up his frock coat before quickly undoing the buttons that lead to the white linen shirt underneath. Her patience with the buttons growing shorter, she let out a slight groan of frustration before she grabbed the material and pulled, buttons littering the ground. Severus forgot to complain about the damage as her hands snaked along his chest, her fingers trailing his stomach before toying with the clasp of his trousers, her knuckles brushing his already rampant erection.

Kneeling, Hermione looked up at Severus as she began to undo his trousers, pulling the material down his narrow hips, her fingers hooking onto his boxers and pulling until there was a pool of clothing at his feet. Focusing at the thick cock in front of her face, Hermione opened her mouth and slowly began to lick her way from the base to the tip before taking the entirety of it into her mouth. Swirling her tongue, her head began a steady bob as she felt fingers weave into her hair. Looking up at Severus’s face, seeing the ecstasy there pushed her onward.

Growling out the words, "Not yet, not yet...," Severus fought not to lose himself inside her mouth; wanting to prolong the pleasure. Looking down into her gaze pushed him over the edge, electricity travelling up his spine as he cried out his release. Hermione let go of Severus’s member with a soft pop. Standing quickly, she kissed him,

Screamin' feed me here

Pacify this hungerin'

Breaking the kiss Severus tugged her tank top over her head, his eyes darkening before he attacked her pyjama bottoms. As the cloth pooled at her feet, her body unadorned, he drank in the sight. Lips meeting once more, the pair eventually made it to the bed. Falling onto the sheets, her thighs splaying open to receive him, he loomed over her.

Just like his earlier fantasy, he kissed her lips like a man who had just found water after wasting away for days wandering a desert. Their tongues tangling, moans rumbling into each other's mouth, Hermione's hips rose and fell against his while her hands trailed up and down his back. Leaving her mouth, his mouth trailed down her neck where he suckled the skin as her cries echoed into the room.

Her skin was like an addiction. With every lick of his tongue, it seemed as if there was a new taste for him to discover. He had thought her lips were an aphrodisiac, but it was nothing compared to her skin; the shimmering alabaster skin that was all lush curves waiting, begging for his touch.

So grow, libido, throw

Conquer and devour

Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips as he attacked her neck before eventually moving up to suckle an earlobe. "Minx, temptress, siren, you have no idea what seeing you like that..." He breathed into her ear. Hermione could do nothing but bask in ecstasy as he continued his assault. Moving downwards to lave her breasts, the nipples begging for his attention, as her fingers threaded through his hair in an attempt to draw him to where she wanted him. A dark chuckle escaped him as he captured a pebbled nipple between his lips, drawing it into his mouth before he gently nipped it with his teeth. Alternating between nips and soothing licks from his tongue as his fingers pinched and rolled the opposite bud, as she writhed on the bed under him.

He moved onward; his hair dragging along her already sensitized skin, she squirmed and panted. Raising her hips silently in plea before finally whimpering her frustration. "Patience," he growled before dipping a tongue into her navel.

Moving even lower, he nipped a thigh as he heard her breathy and frustrated reply, "Patience is not a virtue I have right now."

Another chuckle escaped him before a groan rumbled out as he dipped a tongue and tasted where they had both wanted his mouth to be. "So wet..."

'Cause it's time to bring the fire down

And permanently fill this hollow

Moving back and forth between swiping licks of his tongue and suckling on the little bundle of nerves, Severus slowly slid two fingers into her tight entrance. They groaned together as he continued his ministrations before she was quaking beneath him, the telltale rhythmic clenching of her muscles around the tapered fingers.

Screamin' feed me here

Pacifyin'

Rising above her like a dark god, he leaned over her and captured her lips in a heart stopping and toe-curling kiss. Wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, their eyes caught in a heated gaze. He pushed into her and the room was filled again with their shared cries. Another place and time he might have gone slower, with languid thrusts to torment her further, but they were both beyond that point. Hips whipping like pistons back and forth, locked in an embrace, their bodies moved as one. The bed crashed against the wall with their movements, and the air permeated with the distinct smell of sex and sweat. Nearing the edge once more, Hermione’s voice became nothing more than a wail as Severus, with a roar, drove on even faster, sending them both crashing over the edge simultaneously. Exhausted, their bodies curled around each other as a hoarse voice whispered out, "Nox."