Blood Sugar Sex Magic

A/N: Many thanks to my team, Lariope, Lulabelle72, and RedSkyAtNight. Lemons are not easy to write, so without these ladies, I would have written three words: Hermione shagged Snape--and would've been done with it because this chapter drove me mad. The title is from Red Hot Chili Peppers, Blood Sugar Sex Magik, and I changed the 'k' to 'c'. I could not resist using that title. Enjoy!

Snape's breathing had ceased the moment he saw Hermione tottering on the edge of the abyss. In a second, one heart-wrenching moment, she had fallen, and he had felt his world implode upon him. He had thought he had lost her. Throwing himself into that black hole without an instant's thought, it had then taken all of his strength to catch up to her falling body and rescue her, then get them safely out of the pyramid. In fact, he had never used that much magic and will power in his life; he had thought that it was going to kill him. Kneeling on the sand, chest heaving and head splitting with pain, he had almost thought he had died. But her soft cries brought him up, and somehow he had found the strength to comfort her and hold her while she sobbed into his arms. And when she had looked into his eyes and kissed him, he had felt a surge of energy that lifted him, body and soul.

She had surprised him, Apparating them back to their hotel room, and now, lying on the bed with her wriggling beneath him, panting and making small sounds of desperate arousal, he knew his chance had finally arrived to show her how much he wanted her.

He growled as he tangled his fingers in her hair, zealously kissing her. His cock throbbed beneath his trousers, demanding to be released. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her groin into his and feeding the flames of his lust. Snape placed his hands on either side of her, holding his weight just above her, and he rubbed slowly against her, though every instinct he had told him to take her, take her now.

"Severus, please. I need you," she moaned as she arched her back, pressing her tits into his chest.

She needed him.

Not just wanted him. But needed. Like her life depended on it. No one ever needed him for anything. It was always a want. Dumbledore wanting him to spy. Voldemort wanting him to kill. Not because they needed him. No, they could easily do those things without him--he was just the pawn in their chess game. But Hermione... She needed him. And it wasn't the spell from the Grotto that made her need him, either, because that was just a want.

The girl beneath him needed Severus Snape. Why? He did not have a clue. But for once in his life, he wasn't going to question it. He was just going to fall into her desire and just be.

The fears he had previously harbored were gone. He knew he wasn't worthless to her. And although he had a twisted way of showing it and admitted that at times he was an obsessive bastard, he knew he had finally found the light in his dark heart. It was because of her. Because of the beautiful creature in his arms.

It was at that moment, when she had said she needed him, that he knew he loved her. It was the same feeling he had for his beloved cat, Jynx, but even more so. He wanted to protect her, lay his life down for her, hold her, kiss her, and do anything to make her smile and her eyes light up.

Whatever horrible things he had done to her were in the past, and he would fix them later. He would confess and apologize, and she would understand. But right now he must show her how much he cared for her.

He slid off her body and onto his knees. He gripped the collar of her t-shirt with both hands and violently ripped it in half. She gasped, eyes wide, and reached a hand to her chest. She was wearing a black bra; the one with the lace.

"Fucking beautiful," he groaned as he buried his face in her chest, suckling on her skin. His teeth found the edge of her bra, and he yanked the fabric below her breasts. Taking a small, brown nipple into his mouth, he rolled it around his tongue and nipped at it with his front teeth.

Her tiny hands fumbled with his belt. Without dropping his eyes from hers, he slipped off the bed, tore off his shirt, kicked off his boots and pulled her into an upright position so that her face was near his crotch, so that she could see the bulging evidence of his arousal.

She reached behind him and grabbed his arse and started placing kisses on his stomach, following the trail of black hairs to the top of his trousers. Her soft lips were so gentle against his skin. He reached around her and took a nipple in between his finger and thumb and buried his other hand in her hair.

She began unbuckling his belt. She played with the button of his trousers for a second, then slowly pulled down the edges of the fabric, revealing his hip bones and his black underwear. She licked his stomach right above the hem of his underwear, sending chills across his body, as her fingers hooked into the waistband.

He tipped his head backward and moaned. She took the cue, pushing his trousers further down his leg and reaching into his underwear to grasp his cock.

"Oh, gods. Yes, Hermione."

The warmth of her hand around his member was something he had been dreaming about for so very long. It was a wonder he didn't ejaculate right then and there.

"Kiss it," he said in a soft voice.

Hermione looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She was so innocent. So beautiful.

She slipped his underwear over his hips and his erection. His red cock jutted out toward her, begging to be touched. He was by no means huge, average in length and width, but seeing his cock next to her face, he felt enormous and was eager to ram his prick into her mouth. Clenching his teeth, he controlled his urge and waited for her to take the lead--he didn't want to frighten her away.

Hermione parted her lips and ran her tongue across the sensitive head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around his velvety skin, teasing him. He thrust his hips toward her face. "Please... slide it into your mouth," he begged.

The warmth of her mouth encircling his shaft sent chills down his spine. She was slow as she bobbed up and down his cock, taking it in further into her mouth each time. Her teeth lightly scraped him as she began rolling her tongue over his member.

Snape gently took her hand in his and placed it on his balls showing her how to gently massage them. It didn't take her long to catch on, and once she did, Snape felt like he had been lit on fire.

"Gods, Hermione. Your mouth feels so damn good," he muttered. "Relax your throat. Let me in you all the way."

Hermione looked at him, half his cock already in her mouth, and blinked. She didn't seem to understand what he was asking. He moved her hand away from his testicles, took the back of her head with both hands and slowly pushed her into his groin.

"That's it, love. Take it all in. Mmmm... fuck... yeah," he moaned as he deeply and slowly fucked her mouth.

She whimpered, and Snape quickly released her head and pulled out of her mouth.

"All right?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she sighed, wiping her lips. She looked down, away from him, but before she did, he caught a glimpse of glossy, brown eyes.

"Turn around," he told her.

Hermione turned around on her knees, facing her back toward him. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see what he was going to do next.

He ran his fingers over the black satin fabric of her bra and slowly unhooked it. Then, he ran the palms of his hands across her back, slipping the thin straps over her shoulders. He bent over and licked the length of her neck--she tilted her head, moaning, giving him more access to the delicate skin there. He dropped her bra onto the ground and enclosed her small body in his arms, hugging her tight. She touched his forearms and leaned her head back against his chest. Snape snaked his right hand down her belly and slipped into her trousers and knickers. Her breath hitched as he weaved his fingers through her soft curls and found the nub between her wet lips.

Her body tensed as he began circling his middle finger around her clit. He clutched her tighter and set to sucking and kissing her neck, making the light hairs on her arms stand on end. As he flicked faster, she fell back into his body, finally succumbing to his touch.

"You like that?" he asked in a silky manner.

"Y-yes," she heaved.

He rubbed his cock on her hip, peppering her with kisses on her cheek and neck.

"Excellent. Because I like doing this to you," he said, pressing into her swollen clit and rubbing it harder and faster.

She moaned loudly, then began chanting, "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god."

Snape was nearly humping her from behind as he played with her cunt, making her rock her hips back and forth, back and forth.

"Come, Hermione," he demanded, holding her body to his even tighter.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Gods, yes," she shouted. Her shuddering body fell limp in his arms.

Snape continued to rotate his finger on her clit, loving the feel of her pussy twitching away from him. She tried pulling away, wanting to fall onto the bed, but Snape held onto her, flicking faster and faster.

"Oh, gods! Please! I'm so sensitive!"

Snape was breathing hard on her neck, gripping her fighting body, waiting. Waiting for her to scream.

His name.

She tried to squeeze her legs shut, but realized that he wasn't going to let her go. Finally, she gave up and screamed out. "Please, Severus! Oh, gods! Please!"

He snatched his hand out of her knickers and let her drop face first onto the bed. She was breathing heavily and had beads of sweat on her naked back. She rolled onto her back, her wild hair draping across her neck and face, revealing only her sleepy eyes.

"You're evil," she said in a low voice.

"I know," he replied, smirking. He bent over and began unbuttoning her trousers.

"Lift your hips," he demanded, trying to pull them off her. She obliged, closing her eyes, and he slowly slid them down her legs, taking her knickers with them.

She was finally lying naked in front of him. And, oh, how he had dreamed of this. He stood at the edge of the bed, drinking her body in, never wanting to forget this moment.

She opened her eyes, saw him staring down at her, and suddenly became bashful. She attempted to cover her chest with her arms and closed her legs.

"You will not hide yourself from me," he growled.

She stopped moving and looked at him with wide eyes.

"I was admiring your beauty, Hermione. And you will never try to conceal your body from me again. Understand?" He gently placed his hands on her locked knees.

"Open for me," he murmured, nudging her legs apart. "Let me see you."

Bit by bit, Hermione opened her legs, revealing her reddened cunt. She was watching him as he studied her, inhaling and exhaling slowly through her nose.

"You're glistening," he said, staring at her wet quim. He dipped two fingers into her entrance, scooping out her juices. His heart began to race as he raised them to his mouth, knowing that yet another dream was about to come true. He would taste her. And only he would ever know what Hermione Granger's cunt tasted like.

She gasped.

"Yes, Hermione, you're delicious," he said right before he gripped her ankles, yanked her to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her sweetness, lapping her up.

His senses were over stimulating his brain. He couldn't get enough of her smell, let alone the way her full pussy lips felt when he wiggled his tongue through them and down to her opening.

As soon as she began rocking her hips, forcing his beak-like nose to arouse her clit, he knew she was ready.

"Slide up towards the headboard," he said, standing up from his place between her legs and crawling onto the bed.

She scooted backwards, resting her head on the fluffy, blue pillows. Watching her face, he couldn't detect even a hint of apprehension at what they were about to do. His knees were in between her thighs. He lay down on top of her, holding his weight mostly on his arms so as not to crush her. He ground his groin against her; the tip of his cock was teasing her warm, wet cunt.

"Mmmm... Severus," she sighed.

He kissed her again, keeping it slow and sensual.

Then, he pushed his chest off of hers, reached between their legs, and grabbed his member. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and lay back atop her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingernails into his biceps.

"I-I'm scared," she stated, voice wobbling.

"I know," he said, pushing into her. "It can't be helped, but it will be worth it."

"Wait!"

He looked down at his brown-eyed beauty and saw the panic flash across her eyes.

"H-have you... have you ever taken another girl's... you know... Will it hurt badly?"

"I assume there will be some discomfort. However, I have never... You're the first virgin I've been with."

"Oh. Are you... nervous?"

He stared at her for a moment, not really sure how to respond. Yes, he was nervous. Terrified, actually. Would he hurt her, and she would never want to do this again? Would she reject him?

"Are you, Severus?" she whispered again, her brows furrowed as her eyes searched his.

"Indeed. I am."

He was afraid that once he admitted that, she would want to shove his skinny arse off her body and run far away from him, far away from the man who didn't have the confidence to take her virginity as he ought. He was afraid that she would see him not as her knowledgeable, competent, skilled Professor, but as a scared man who might hurt her.

But to his amazement, she grinned, and her eyes lit up. He kissed her one last time, then with all his might, he rammed his cock deep into her, forcefully breaking past her barrier.

Hermione screamed.

A large tear trickled down her flushed cheek and was soaked up by the pillow as she turned her face into it. She bit her lower lip, holding her breath as she waited for the pain to subside.

Snape was torn between his feelings. His first instinct was to soothe her, hold her, take away her agony. He wanted to pull out of her body, head straight to his potion lab and make her a special batch of salves, potions... anything to take away the discomfort of becoming a woman. It was his job to keep her from harm--so what the bloody hell was he doing pushing into her further and making her cry out? He ran his thumb down her cheek, tracing the trail of her largest tear.

And a baser instinct enjoyed seeing her beneath him, feeling both pleasure and pain practically at his command. It was exhilarating. The many times he had brought her to tears in the past was nothing compared to seeing her scream, shudder, and whimper under his naked body. This was an altogether different power.

Only he could make Hermione Granger squirm like this, shiver like this.

"Breathe, Hermione. Just breathe," he softly instructed, gradually rocking his hips back and forth. He spit on his middle finger and reached between them, circling her clit. He hoped by stimulating her directly, she would forget about her internal pain. He wanted her to enjoy this moment with him, to give her everything he could.

"Does this feel good?" he asked softly.

She exhaled deeply and after a few seconds, she made an effort to match his movements. Finally, she lifted her chin and looked him in the eye. Voice steady, she said, "Fuck me."

Snape nearly came undone. He regained his control quickly, stamping down the urge to come, though his balls twitched with the need. Sitting back on his knees, he threw her legs over his shoulders. Her hips lifted up, he had deeper access. He immediately began to aggressively pump in and out of her.

Deeper.

Faster.

Harder.

"Play with yourself!" he commanded, thrusting into her.

She reached between their sweaty bodies and massaged her clit, groaning loudly as she did so. Her full breasts bounced with every slap of his balls against her arse.

I can't control this anymore--I can't dominate her! Just let loose. Just let it go. Take her with you and show her what it feels like to do it together!

"Hermione, come! Come with me!" he said, feeling her walls begin to tighten around the length of his cock.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh, yes!" she moaned, head tipped back, eyes closed, and finger working herself furiously to the brink.

Snape shoved into her as deeply as he could, squirting into the depths of her body, shouting out and releasing years of pent-up frustration in a matter of moments.

"Gods! Yes! Fuck!" His legs went numb, and his member twitched, emptying inside her.

Snape collapsed onto her, letting his softening cock slip out of her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his body and gently glided her fingernails over his back, her stilted pants mirroring his.

Snape had never felt so vulnerable or exposed before, not even when his mind was being raped by the Light and Dark puppet masters. His mind raced, and he buried his face in the sheets by her neck so that she would not see his terror and anger and fear.

He had shed his clothes, broke the protective wall that surrounded him and let her into his black heart... into his tarnished soul.

Something inside him jerked in panic, and he bit the soft sheets between his teeth. How in Merlin's name did he let this happen? How did a girl, an annoying, bossy, know-it-all break him?

Because you let her, you fool. Because you want her--forever and all to yourself. And because she said she needs you. Yes. She admitted that she needs you, which means... No... She couldn't... Stop thinking like that, Snape! But maybe she could. She, one day, could... and will... love you.

"Hermione, I--"

"Shhh. Don't say anything," she whispered. "Kiss me."

Snape closed his eyes and leaned into her, taking her moist lips.

All he wanted to do was roll onto his back, hold her tightly and sleep, but something else must be done first.

He crawled off her body and went in search for his wand in his discarded clothes.

"Where are you going?" she asked in a shaky voice.

He ignored her and continued to look for his wand. When he found it, he conjured a glass phial and faced her.

She was lying on the bed, propped up on her elbow watching him.

"May I?" he asked, holding the bottle in the tips of his fingers.

She scrunched her brows in confusion.

He crawled back onto the bed and nudged her legs open with his knees. He stuck two fingers into her, coating them in their juices. He held up his two fingers, showing her.

Dark blood covered them.

Hermione gasped. "My virgin blood--you want to... to collect it?"

Of course he wanted to fucking collect it. It was worth a fortune!

"Yes. May I?" he asked, voice artificially gentle.

Don't make me force you, Hermione.

"Oh, yes, of course! Virgin blood is priceless. Hurry, Severus, before it soaks into the sheets," she said, lying back and spreading wide for him.

That's my girl.

He pressed the opening of the phial at her entrance, flicked his wand so that all the liquid puddled together and fell into the container. After he was finished, he placed the opening near his own groin, which was also covered in her blood, and finished filling the phial. As soon as he was done, he put a cork into it, and set it on the bedside table.

She was smiling at him when he faced her.

"You do realize I have the right to say I fucked you til you bled," he said, grinning.

Hermione rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through his stringy hair. "Yes, I suppose you can say that."

He placed his two blood-soaked fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.

"Delicious," he said.

Hermione's grin faded, and she fell backward onto the pillows, looking up at the chandelier.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Nothing... I--I just had déjà vu. I feel like I've seen you lick your fingers like that before... with the blood." She looked at him and smiled. "It's nothing to worry about. It was just unexpected."

She rolled onto her side and buried herself in his chest. He moved her into the crook of his arm and lay on his back. He ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying this--strange and unfamiliar moment with his woman.

"I'm sore," she said.

"It will pass. Do--do you need anything?"

Her eyelashes were fluttering against his skin, tickling him.

"Just you," she said softly.

Snape rolled her onto her back and looked down at her, studying every inch of her face.

"You're so beautiful, Hermione."

She flushed. "Thank you," she said bashfully.

He kissed her forehead and dragged his slender finger down the curve of hip and waist.

For a while, they lay in the bed, touching each other's bodies, kissing, and holding one another. She inquired about his past experiences with other women, and he admitted that he had only been with a few, mostly whores. She confessed that for a while now, she had found him attractive and had been secretly hoping he felt the same about her. Without thinking, he told her that he had not only been attracted to her, but that he had feelings for her.

She had made him completely into a blubbering idiot.

But he didn't care. She was in his bed. She was holding him, loving him. Being with her had been more than what he had expected, and more than what he had lusted after.

So much more.

She snuggled close to him, her legs criss crossed over his. Her hand rested on his lower abdomen, gently twirling his black hairs around her fingers. She breathed deeply, beginning to fade to sleep.

As he closed his eyes, a horrific scorching sensation tore through his Dark Mark. He flung Hermione off of him, clutched his arm and screamed into the pillows as the pain intensified.

Voldemort was livid.

And he was taking it out on Snape.

Up Next: Hermione opens the book.