Warnings: Snape Ship, Good Snape (pretending to be bad), Hermione/Severus pairing, Student/Teacher pairing, consent acting as non consent, Rated M for sexual scenes and language, kidnapping, brief mentions of rape and torture
Note: This idea has been playing in my head for a while now & I just decided- why not? Might not be everyone's cup of tea but most of my writings aren't. Enjoy!
Hermione
A shadow lurked in the window just outside, just as they had been for the last few weeks. I don't know who they are, or what they want, but they never get too close, and never make contact. With news of the war coming, I should be afraid. Yet, something about the presence makes me feel... safer.
It's always the one man, and I only know it's a man from the tall, muscular build tucked beneath a tight black robe, a deep set hood covering half of his face. The other half is almost always shrouded in the darkness, but tonight the silver moonlight outlined his sharp jawline and a straight set mouth. He never showed emotion.
As if hearing something, his head slowly rose, inspecting something near my window. I duck below the sill, keeping my eyes trained on him. I don't let him out of my sight on the occasions that I do actually spot him, simply because I have no idea what his intentions are. Other nights when I look for him, I swear I can see a glimmer of him just beyond the tree line.
The man steps forward, just once. Then, seemingly satisfied, he turns and walks away.
I want to know who he is.
I wish he didn't hide.
Curiosity really sucks sometimes.
I crawl back under the covers and settle in, thoughts of my visitor filling my mind until I drift to sleep.
"You okay Hermione?" Harry asks me. Ron hasn't even noticed.
"I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well."
His brows furrow in confusion. "You know there's stuff here for that."
I nod. "Ill make a stash of it tonight, I have a feeling I won't sleep well for a while."
Harry nods solemnly, like he knows what I'm talking about. He doesn't. It's not from fear of the war, but the fear of my comfort in my strange visitor. Something about him seems... protective. But somehow, he doesn't want me to know who he is. I've ruled out the students here already, no one of our age has that beautiful build the way my visitor does. No one holds the intensity I can feel from him, even at the distance we always share.
The day passes as it has since I started seeing him- with me searching every single face I pass, and observing everything I can about them. Still no luck, it would seem. I'm not sure if I want answers to make myself feel safe, or for other reasons entirely. I just can't explain it.
I make up my mind. That evening, when I saw him again? I was going to march down and confront him. I would find out who he is, and what the bloody hell he's been doing outside my window.
It was like clockwork. Right on time, he stood there, a lit cigar hanging from his lips. I throw on my dress robe and head down, then make my way through the courtyard and around so that I don't need to open the massive front door that would lead right where I'd need to be. No, he can't know I'm coming.
I catch the scent of him on the wind before I truly see him. Pine and spruce mixed with rich smoke and a hint of aftershave. It's intoxicating, and nearly stops me from being able to push forward.
I'm quiet, but he notices me coming. He doesn't move, but he does stiffen, keeping his face straight toward the school. I stop a few feet away, he's taller than I thought. Broader, too.
"Who are you?" I ask softly. He doesn't respond.
"You've been here for a while now." I continue. "Please?"
He doesn't speak, but he does turn to face me.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
The man slowly shakes his head, the movement so small that I almost couldn't see it at all. I breathe, finally, releasing the anxiety I'd felt. I should be satiated. That response should be the only thing I care about, but it isn't. I won't threaten him to reveal himself to me, because part of me doesn't want him to stop visiting. A very large part.
"I appreciate that. I'll uh... I'll leave you be. Just maybe throw a rock at my window if you see something?"
A subtle nod.
God, I feel like an idiot.
I slowly make my way to my chambers, shaking the strange feeling of knowing I should be more set back, but instead I feel significantly better. I don't know if he's telling me the truth. But if he wanted to hurt me, he had the perfect opportunity to a moment ago.
The following evening, some of the girls I'd become friends with had chosen to go out to a few clubs in town, just to get our minds off the stress going around the school. We can only leave campus in groups, and even then it's unsettling to Dumbledore, but I think he also understands what we're going through, that being held captive in the school would do no good for any of us.
Bright lights flashed from the seemingly small building, and after entering through the front doors, it's size quadrupled and was filled with hundreds of people. We danced and drank together, and honestly, the multiple men that had come over to dance with me and against me was just what I needed.
In getting back to my room, I froze the moment I saw it. A piece of paper sitting on my pillow, that hadn't been there before. I inspect it from a distance, cast a spell to reveal any enchantments or poisons, and in finding nothing wrong, I pick it up to read.
Do you enjoy risking your life? Do you enjoy risking others? Because if another man so much as touches you, I'll slit their throat.
Shit.
What am I supposed to do, when I know I can't tell anyone about the visitor? He's never contacted me before, and the second he does is in the form of a threat? Who does this guy think he is?
I believe him. Truly and fully, I believe this man would kill. Yet for some reason, I don't believe he'd ever hurt me.
This is stupid. All of it. There's no reason I should be encouraging this man's presence and now that I did just that last night, he's escalated to following me into town. Or has he done that before, and I've simply never known of it? A deep chill licks down my spine at the thought and I shudder, before slipping under the covers and wrapping myself in them to bring back the warmth.
When I wake again, the note is gone. Nothing is left in its wake, nothing to prove I ever saw it to begin with.
I was asked to go out again, but I made an excuse to keep from going. I can't take any risks. If it was just myself? Fine. I've risked my life on plenty of occasions and would easily do it again to help someone else. But I will not risk the life of someone else over some sort of stalker that I seem to have. Stalker. Loiterer. Hell, I have no idea what to consider him.
Instead of going out, I roam the grounds, barely exploring beyond the courtyard given the eerie feeling in the air tonight. Dark shadows play tricks on my mind as they form tall silhouettes against the stone walls and loom over me when I pass them. More chills spread across my entire body, but this time I refuse to let them be seen.
"Miss Granger." A dark, familiar voice calls from behind me.
"Good evening, Professor."
"You should be inside, it isn't safe to be out right now."
I quirk a brow. "Oh? Is there something going on? I haven't heard anything."
The Professor grits his teeth, clearly trying to keep his composure. "Nothing has been reported for this evening, but it's still best to stay inside until these issues pass."
"I'm sure I'm perfectly safe with you out here." I snip. I just don't have the patience for him tonight.
He doesn't seem to have a response for that.
"Is there something bothering you? You aren't normally out of bed this late."
I know he's a professor and is meant to take note of things like that, but the attraction I've had for him the past year causes a heat to spread against my stomach at his notice. I think about telling him of my visitor, but I hold back, not knowing what would happen to him if I did.
"No sir, nothing at all. I just wanted some fresh air."
He nods his understanding, then briefly runs his hands through his hair, showing off his devastating face. "Alright, I'll keep an eye out though. Don't be too long."
The professor was always softer with me than the others, I've noticed. Even in my first year, when I ran along side Harry and Ron and got in just as much trouble as they did, he was always easier on my punishments. Perhaps that's what drew me to him to begin with, that special treatment that gave me thoughts that he potentially liked me more than the rest. Absurd, I know.
"Yes sir. Thank you."
He paused for a moment before turning, then disappeared into the shadows still lurking around them. I took the moment of reprieve to catch my breath- there was always something about his intensity that kept me on edge- in the best way. It left my heart racing, and a fire lit beneath every nerve ending in my body.
I know it's wrong. I know I shouldn't be attracted to a professor, but I'd be giving myself plenty of undue stress if I let myself ignore it. What's so wrong with it, if no one knows? Especially considering nothing would come of the attraction, but I don't let myself dwell on that.
There's a beautiful fountain just beyond the courtyard, in the woods shadow. It's been my favorite place to read during the day, and the most beautiful spot to visit at night, it's waters creating its own source of light as it shone a blue silver.
I sit along it's stony edge and simply watch the water fall, and I finally bring back the thought of my stranger. I find it odd that he's never scared me, never truly put me out of place. He was always just... there. A shadow along the grounds, his intent telling me he's there to help me, to protect me from something I'm unaware of. Our face to face encounter proved that he wasn't going to hurt me.
Then there was the threat.
I know it sounds insane, considering I don't know the man, not his name, nor his face or voice. But something tells me he isn't that kind of person, though I believed his threat immediately.
Something sounds in the woods in front of me and I look up, searching for the source. It didn't sound like an animal, but like human footsteps along the woods hard ground. I think to call out to my stranger, but I don't know for certain that it's him. If I call for him and it's someone else, then they would know of his existence. Would they get rid of him, or were they the reason he was there?
Warmth spreads through me despite the chill in the air, and I relax, trusting my body's alarm for danger- it hasn't failed me yet.
As I expect, my stranger emerges from the woods but doesn't come much closer than that. I stand without thinking and start to walk over to him. He doesn't move. I knew he wouldn't.
I can see more of his face tonight, his high cheekbones showing from the light of the water. He's more handsome than I thought, his lips more full, his skin smoother than I remembered. The light is doing wonders for him.
"Will you ever talk to me?" I ask boldly.
The man shakes his head slowly. I breathe out in slight frustration. I want to hear his voice, convinced it's as smooth as he is gorgeous.
"Alright..." maybe yes or no answers? "Do I know you?"
Nothing. Which leads me to believe that I do.
"You don't want another man touching me. Is that for my safety?"
A slight nod, though hesitant. So there's more, then, but I dare not ask what I want to. Is it because you want to be the only man touching me. I'm brave, but not that brave. However, I am brave enough to venture my next question.
"I don't feel threatened by you. Are you doing something to me to make me feel that way?"
Immediately, he shakes his head no. More enthusiastically than before. I assume he feels strongly about not altering my emotions. Good. I don't think anything scares me more than the thought of that.
"Are you romantically attracted to me?" I regret it the moment I've said it.
But he nods.
Dear god, he nods. That warmth intensifies, spreading from my stomach and venturing... lower.
I shouldn't feel this way. I should hate him. I should hate him for keeping me from going to the club. I should hate him for his indirect need to keep him a secret. I should hate him for me being concerned of being with friends.
But I don't.
I wish it made sense. But it doesn't.
"Is that why you come?"
A shake.
"Do you come to protect me?"
A nod.
That's what I thought.
"Do you reside here?"
A fucking nod.
The Visitor
I don't know why I answer her questions. I shouldn't be. But damn it, the way she affects me when I'm near her is unlike anything else I've experienced- and I've experienced more than my fair share. Now that she knows I'm attracted to her, interested in her, I don't know how I could ever reveal myself to her.
I shouldn't want to reveal myself. That was the point, wasn't it? To lurk outside of her window in the dead of night like a goddamn stalker. To watch her every move both day and night. It could put her in danger but she's already in danger. The least I can do is make sure the others never lay a fucking finger on her.
The thought makes me sick.
If they ever got a hold of her, she would experience a whole other level of nightmarish terror. But- if they see me here, they'll know she's spoken for. Even with their power, they don't defy me. The most important thing is to never allow the Dark Lord to know my intent. I don't care if he takes my life, but hers I'll protect until my dying breath.
I haven't cared for another in a very long time. So long, in fact, that I'm not sure I know how to go about it anymore. It certainly seemed to affect my morals considering I should have never gained feelings for her to begin with.
She's intoxicating. Every damn part of her. Her lavender scent. The way her eyes light up when she sees me. She does it in the day too, though she doesn't know it's the same man. Odd, how I feel jealous that she shares that look with who she assumes to be two separate men. It's all for me, yet I want to snatch it from the other, selfishly wanting to keep it all to myself even still.
"I want to see you." she tells me, her hands nervously brushing through her hair, her eyes slowly dragging to the ground.
I want her to see me, too, but there are too many risks. I shake my head, and watch as her hope depletes. I clench my fists still tucked inside my pocket, and itch to take the cigar laying there. But she doesn't like the smoke, I know she doesn't. So, I refrain for now.
"Will I ever?"
I think about that. Will she?
I nod once.
She smiles broadly, a sight I want to see every waking moment of my day. Her beauty is boundless, even more so when she looks at me the way she is right now. I want to close the distance between us, clench her tightly to my chest, then kiss her like she's never been before.
As if reading my thoughts, she comes closer. I stay where I am, too curious to see what she does. She stops mere inches away and her scent fills the air even more, seeping into me as if it could heal every fucked up part of me.
"I hope it's soon." she says, then turns and heads back into the school.
I need to see her again.
Making my way back to the little hidden nook I've kept my things, I withdraw the robe covering my appearance and resume my rounds of the school, ending at her door. I knock lightly, knowing she'll be the only one awake at this hour.
She's wearing nothing but the thinnest tank top and silky shorts. Fuck. I want to push her back into the room and devour her on the couch.
"Oh, Professor. Is everything alright?"
"It is, I needed to ensure you'd gotten back in your chambers alright."
"I appreciate that. Clearly I have. Was there anything else?"
I wrack my brain for an excuse to continue talking to her.
"Yes, actually. I need some assistance tomorrow morning, to gather some herbs in the forrest for the next quarter. Would you be willing to help me with that?"
Something shifts in her that I can't put my finger on. She's lighter. Happier.
"I'd be happy to. What time?"
"Just before sunrise."
"I'll be there."
I wish her a good night and head for my own chambers, and I'd drifted to sleep easily, knowing she would be with me in a few short hours.
Hermione was already at the edge of the woods when I woke, I could see her standing there as I looked out my window. I watch a moment more, taking in her beauty in this selfish window of time I still have before I make my way down to her.
The weather is perfect this morning, cool without being too cold, the wind low and steady. It was the best for gathering most herbs, in the settled dew of the day.
"Good morning." she greeted, handing me a thermos.
"What's this?"
"Coffee."
I'm not a religious man by any means, but I find myself thanking whatever higher power there is for bringing this woman to me. I take it from her and take a sip, surprised to find that she somehow knows exactly how I take my coffee.
"How--"
"Coffee bar in the halls between class."
Ah.
So, she was watching me then. I smile to myself at the thought. I'll have to pay more attention when she's near. I see, of course, her, but I never pay so much attention to what she's observing of me. It makes me wonder how much more she knows of me. If she knows my secret. No. Secrets. Plural.
I don't give verbal permission to thank her, she has the perception of me as everyone else in the school, and it needs to stay that way for now. So instead I tread into the woods with her on my heels, as we search for the items on the list.
It doesn't take us long to gather what we need and we bag it all to bring back inside. She follows me to my herbs closet and hands me the items as I ask for them, and when she looks into the bag, I steal glances down at her.
"Is that all, Professor?" she asks me in that sweet voice.
"Yes that's all for now. You should get ready for breakfast."
She nods once and draws out of the room to do just that. I watch her while I can, scanning the room around her until she's out of sight.
Hermione
It surprised me when the professor wanted my help this morning, he's never asked for my assistance before. I was thrilled, actually, knowing I'd get to spend one on one time with him, even for just an hour. He didn't comment on the coffee I made him, and part of that excites me- as if he's having trouble holding on to his kindness towards me.
I tread through the rest of the day wondering if I'll see my stranger this evening, but I also wonder if I'll see the professor again in the courtyard should I choose to venture there again this evening.
With those thoughts, the courtyard is exactly where I end up finding myself in the evening, this time enjoying a book under the light of a suspiciously bright moon.
Movement in the woods again has my heart scattering and my head popping up to search for him, and in turn, the hooded silhouette emerges.
"Good evening." I say to him.
"Good evening Miss Granger."
I blanch. He... responded. His voice is gravely and deeper than I'd imagined, not at all matching what I'd seen of him before. But in that thought, I end up looking more closely at him- and I freeze.
This man was not my visitor. Before I can think to run, to cast any spells against this intruder, something grabs me from behind and fabric is pulled over my eyes. I scream and squirm, but the only thing it draws from my captor is a maniacal laugh and then a sharp pain spreading through my body until I realize I'm entirely immobile.
When I come to, I'm in a dark room with dim light across the room, showing an entrance to a room or stairwell. I try to get up, but find leather cuffs biting into my wrists and ankles, another across my waist.
My heart is racing faster than I think it ever has, and terror rolls through my veins. I take a breath, shaky and distorted. I try again, clearer this time. I try to control my breathing and settle down, in order to take notice of my surroundings.
There's a cold metal bed below me. Shit. I'm completely naked. Instinctively I try to cover myself, then I'm reminded I can't move.
Footsteps sound from above me, growing closer until I hear them descend the steps.
Five hooded figures stand before me now, barely within view from my angle. I can feel a chill running down my body more intense than anything before it, knowing these men are seeing me tied down and naked. I can feel heat fill in for the chill and know my body has flushed pink. Those assholes better not think it's something it isn't.
I eye each of them, hoping to make them uncomfortable. It doesn't work. But as I observe them, I find recognition in the second in the row. My visitor.
My initial thought should be that he lied. That he'd intended for this all along. But I still trust him, some how, some way.
He wasn't the one who grabbed me. It was another. But if he had visited as often as I thought he had- why hadn't he stopped this?
The men don't speak, but I feel a tension growing between them. My visitor becomes restless, his arms shifting slightly beneath his robe and shuffling the fabric while the others are so still that they could be mannequins.
"Let me out!" I yell at them, and it comes out rough, guttural even. I barely recognize my own voice. My throat feels like I've been screaming for hours.
They don't speak. They don't move. They just stand there, watching me. Just as easily, they move from the room after several stone quiet minutes, my visitor lingering behind the others for a moment before following, and I swear I can feel rage rolling off of him.
The Visitor
I'll kill them. Every single one of them for taking my girl.
"What are we going to do with her?" Scabior asks.
"What do you think?" Pius almost growls, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"No." I tell them, pulling their attention and scowls toward me. "She's the closest to the boy, we need information from her."
"And I suppose you believe you're the best to get it from her?" Pius asks incredulously.
"Yes. I have the most experience in... interrogation." I put emphasis on the last word, allowing them to assume how I do my job. I've allowed them to see controlled aspects of that, when my victims are aware of my intent versus how I wanted it to appear. They'd scream and cry for help as I fucked the information from them, all while the others watched and laughed in her face. I'm not proud of what I've allowed them to do. But they won't be doing it to her. It was as simple as that.
I'll burn down this fucking rotting hole of a house before I let that happen.
Pius nods his agreement, licking his lower lip in the reminder of what he'd witnessed.
"Very well. We'll be right there along side you."
"No." I say again. I'm risking it with this one. "I know how she is. She'll die before she gives me anything in front of any of you. She knows me. Trusts me. I've been building this for years, trust me, I know how to get it from her."
Pius hesitates this time, but does eventually give the nod of approval I'd been expecting. He's a powerful wizard, but even he won't fully test me. There's a scar across his chest that constantly reminds him of what I'm capable of. He can find some other poor girl to torture, and I'll help her in any way I can, but right now? Right now I have to focus on my girl, trapped and helpless in the dungeon below me.
I hate myself for letting this happen to her. I hate myself for seeing through other dealings in town when she was taken, but I'm also thankful they hadn't seen me there- it would have changed everything about how she was intimidated. Tortured.
I'll torture her, but only in a way she'll want me to.
I make my way back down immediately, the robe still pulled tightly over my body, and bring my hood back over my face. She knows who I am in this form, she'll know I'm not the others.
"What's happening?" She whispers.
"I've warded the room, no one will hear you."
Hermione's eyes widen, finally realizing who I am.
"Professor?"
I nod and move closer to her, relinquishing her of her holdings. There are bruises painfully marked where the cuffs once were, and I wince at the sight of them. She must have fought against them pretty hard in the half hour we'd been gone.
She doesn't instantly cover herself from me, and given the situation, I don't immediately take advantage of that. I move across the room and withdraw a thick blanket from the closet, and cover her with it. She gives me an appreciative smile, though it wobbles as tears prick against her eyes.
"We've been collecting men and women that may have any information of Hogwarts and their plans in the war." I explain. "You're the first from the school itself to be taken and I imagine they had brutal plans for you."
"What am I going to do?" she nearly cries.
"You simply have to go along with my plan. Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
I smile at that and she returns the warmth with her own. She's stronger than she knows.
"They think I'm here to interrogate you, to torture you. They planned to do it as a group but... I couldn't allow that to happen. I can't let them hurt you."
She shudders at the thought of them all being down here with her again. She has no idea what they'd really do. I'll just say that brutal rape would be the least of her concerns.
A small growl escapes me at the thought and she turns to watch me curiously.
"What will you do then? They have to believe you hurt me."
"There's a spell that will cover the appropriate areas with cuts and bruises like they've dealt themselves before."
"Can't they detect that? I don't want anything to happen to you if they find out."
I take her hand before I can stop myself, and I squeeze it lightly. I can't help myself. The fact that she's in this horrible, terrifying situation, and yet it's me she's concerned about?
"They won't detect it, I promise you. I may end up giving you true marks to help the look, but I'll make sure you don't feel it."
She nods in understanding and begins to relax. Then she tenses as another thought rises. "Will they-- come down here again?"
"Not without me being here."
"If they did... what they wanted to... what would have happened?"
"I don't know if that's something you should know, Hermione."
"Please?" she asks, returning the squeeze into my hand.
"Very well. They would have taken their time with you. Each one of them, and as a group. They wouldn't care how badly they hurt you, how deep they'd go. I've seen them kill that way. They'd rape you with sharp objects and cut out your tongue if you didn't scream loud enough." I feel the tears coming and push them down, instead tracing circles on the back of her hand to comfort myself and hopefully her as I tell her the brutal truth.
"Oh my god."
"I'd like to say that's the worst of it, but it isn't. This room is still dark for a reason. Beyond its shadows lie torture devices you've likely never even heard of. All for information and their own guilty pleasures." I snarl.
"And you've been... part of that?"
"I've had to be. Too many people were at risk if they discovered I was a spy. But I've made it as easy for them as I could, though I couldn't stop their deaths."
It pains me to remember each loss. Hundreds of thousands, and I remember the name and face of every single one of them.
"How so?"
"When they've had me... be with the women, I've made it look harsher than it truly was. I've cast spells to where they didn't feel the pain, and communicated with them how to scream anyway. There are ways."
"That's... incredible." she says, awe coating her tone. "That's what you'll be able to do for me?"
"Yes. The one difference is they won't have a choice of being with you like they did the others."
"They didn't have a problem with that?"
"I convinced them. I'll warn you though. They may come around when I'm not here. I don't have someone else on the inside to protect you. But I'll keep a protection spell on you so you won't have the pain. Just act it out."
She nods, and while she's still considerably relaxed, her eyes light with fear. I kiss her forehead, I don't know why I did it. Maybe I'm moved by the situation or some shit like that, but right now I could care less.
An hour passes of explaining to her what I needed her to do in order to survive. We discussed how she'd be pulled in the final night of that location and released just before the war that was planned to take place in a little over a week. I'd be the one to "dispose" of her as an act of defiance against the school and Dumbledore, her death faked until it's safe for her to move.
The whole idea of escaping seemed to truly excite her, like some sort of once in a life time adventure. It's as if she had no qualms in being caught or anything going amiss. It's as if she's not afraid of what could happen before.
"Aren't you worried?" I ask her.
Then she looks up at me, her dark eyes seeming to lighten as she captures me. "No."
"Why?"
"Because you're here." she replies simply, as if she hadn't entirely rattled me. "I trust you. I know you'll get me out, and keep me safe."
Which reminds me.
"Hermione... I mentioned it before but I need you to understand something. There's a high likelihood that I'll uh..."
"Have to have sex with me?"
I nearly cough.
"Yes. I won't allow them to be present, but they may have to hear us. All of it. I can't create sounds like that like I can with the bruises. It has to be authentic. Believable."
She nods. She hadn't flinched. She hadn't even blinked. She hadn't called it rape.
"I get that. I can act out what I need to." she says calmly, returning to the earlier conversation.
Wait. She's only thinking about the acting?
"You're comfortable with us having sex?"
There's the blush. That beautiful pink that covered her before, but the others being there ruined the high it usually gives me.
"Yes, I'm comfortable with it."
I nod, not trusting my voice with a response to that one.
"Alright, I'm going to leave you for now. I'll be back with food. We need to get you back in the restraints and then I'll set what I need."
She keeps the blanket over her and gets back into her position, stretching for a moment while she can. When she's fully settled, she hands the blanket back to me and I divert my eyes in respect.
"You can look."
Damn she surprises me.
"You've seen it already anyway, and it sounds like you will again. It doesn't bother me Professor, not from you."
"I think it's only right that call me Severus." I tell her, and begin working her restraints back into place.
It takes me a few minutes to place the bruises, some darker than others to show continuous beatings. I include whip and rope marks along various parts of her body, painful looking teeth marks at her upper thighs and breasts, a black eye, and call it good. It's enough for the first hour and half of a typical interrogation.
Hermione
It's quiet now that he's gone, leaving me with my thoughts. The aspect of being here doesn't really bother me anymore. I trust him. If others come, I'm protected from the pain. I'm confident they won't kill me. What I'm most focus on, is two things. One being that someone I've been attracted to for years, have fantasized about, saw me naked. I saw the light shift in his eyes when he looked at me. The way he draped his eyes down my body just as he was turning away. That I'd have sex with him. The second, was that he was my visitor.
The visitor that confessed romantic feelings towards me.
I listen for the footsteps above me, wondering if I can distinguish his from the others, but I can't. I try to count the number of people in the house, and it only sounds like three or four. There's some rustling in what sounds like a kitchen above her, with metal tapping against a sink.
I like that Severus has able to hear them but not the other way around. At least not until he needs them to hear us. My stomach clenches at the thought of it, the idea of feeling him, hearing him. I'm obsessed with the sound of his voice as it is, I can't imagine how it would hear then. It was hard to picture faking screams terror when I know it'll be him with me.
After a while I hear someone come down the stairs, and turn to see Severus again with a plate of food and a glass of water. It looks plain and unappetizing, the sight of it making my stomach coil. But as he comes closer he moves his wand above it and transforms it into something straight from the Great Hall.
He sets the food down on a table by the entrance and makes his way over to me. "You doing okay?"
"So far."
The restraints release one by one, his hands lightly rubbing where they dug into my skin. Once I'm freed I sit up and wait for him to bring the blanket, but this time he transforms it to a robe, slipping me into it. It gives me more movement to eat and while I don't mind him seeing me, I enjoy being comfortable when I can be.
"This looks delicious, thank you."
"Of course. Was there anything else you needed right now?"
I shake my head. "I don't think so."
"Good, eat. I'm sure you're starving."
As I begin to take forks full of the potatoes, he speaks again. "I was curious. You don't seem to be... surprised that I'm--"
"Not the evil Professor version of yourself." I finish for him. I figured he would ask about it eventually.
He laughs. God I love his laugh. I don't think I've heard it before.
"That's one way of putting it, but yes."
He looks more serious now, truly curious as to why I'm this easy with him. I never saw him the way everyone else did, nor did I pretend to.
"There's a warmth to you." I tell him. "You're somehow always there when we've needed you. I knew the rumors but I never believed them. In fact I bet that you'd only be in this if it were for good intentions. I'm happy to see I'm a good judge of character."
His brows had risen through half of the small speech, it was rather adorable. He really doesn't know his worth and that bothers me. That alone makes up my mind. I'm bringing it up.
"That night we spoke- you said you were romantically interested in me."
He nods, but doesn't say anything.
"For how long?"
I don't know how I suddenly have the balls to discuss this with him. Maybe it's the fact that there was a chance I'd die in the next week, and it makes me want to do crazy things.
"A year... maybe two."
I swear the sound of your own heart beat can make you go deaf.
"What went through your mind... when you connected that to me?" he asks.
I look away from him, unsure I could hold myself away from him if I looked him in the eye as I responded.
"Honestly? Thrilled."
"What?"
"Yeah, I actually... hoped my visitor was you. That you'd want to protect me."
"When I always happened to be there for the three of you? I was there for you. Every time."
A new warmth seeps into me and I take his hand, finding his strength and comfort within them. "I'm glad you're here."
"I am too." He gestures to her plate. "You need to eat."
The Visitor (Severus)
I take the time while she eats to consider everything she'd said. I did hear her correctly, hadn't I? It was hard knowing, now I suppose thinking that my student could never return feelings for me. It wasn't like me, that wasn't something I entertained nor have I entertained anything since my place here. I couldn't risk their lives. But her...
Every ounce of her was enthralling, beautiful, precious. She is mine. I don't think I could handle another man ever having her. I'm doomed. This single woman has doomed me.
Hearing that she returned the feelings, it made so many things connect from before that hadn't then. The way she looked at me, the way she stayed behind the class to linger.
When she finished her meal, I set it to the side and sit beside her on the table. I quickly change it to something resembling a sort of bed, padded and comfortable until I'd have to leave her again.
"That's so much better." she remarks.
"I can't imagine the table feels great."
"Actually whatever you did to me before you left seemed to have helped. It doesn't really bother me anymore."
Good.
"How are your muscles, are you stiff at all?"
"A little, mainly in my lower back and my neck"
"If you'd like, I can help you with that."
She smiles like I've just offered her the world. "Would you? That would be amazing."
I can feel the shift in her comfort with me after our confession, and it intrigues me. She's more open.
"It's no problem, turn over."
She listens without hesitation, getting as comfortable as she can.
"I'm keeping you covered, I'm just going to roll this over some. Is that alright?" I ask, brushing my hands just beneath the blanket.
"That's fine."
I adjust the blanket until just her ass is covered, keeping her back and legs exposed to me as I run my hands along the backs of her knees. The tightness runs from around there to her upper thigh and I knead my way up the long taught band. She moans lightly as the tension builds and releases, and I focus on keeping my hands moving on that spot just to keep myself away from her.
When I work the tension up, I glide against the underside of her ass and deepen the pressure, being sure to work it out entirely. She bucks into me slightly and I'm not sure if she'd intended to or not.
I repeat the same process on the other leg then move to work her shoulders and neck. Once I've worked it from her current position, I pull her up into a sitting position, adjusting the blanket around her as she needed while I settled behind her.
"Thank you for this." she tells me.
I tighten my grip on her shoulders as a response and pull her closer against me, my thumbs riding around the curve of her neck. Another quiet moan escapes her and she tries to clear her throat to cover it.
"All of this... you...really help me forget about the rest of it." she says softly, shyly.
I deepen my pressure behind her ears and the ridge beneath her skull. When I'm finished, she falls back against me, her head nestled in the nook of my neck.
Her hair smells like wild flowers.
"Is there anything else I can do to help?" I ask her.
In response, she turns to me, her mouth barely an inch from mine. She licks her lower lip unconsciously and draws her hand around to the side of my face, pausing for a moment before she pulls me into her.
She's everything I thought and more. Her teeth draw my lip into her mouth, her tongue toys with mine in a lack of hesitation that completely surprises me. She's not as gentle as I'd expected either, as she showed no restraint in showing me exactly how much she's cared for me, and how it had bottled up inside of her these past few years.
My cock jolts from her force, from her passion, straining against my trousers. Hermione's free hand is holding my upper thigh and the moment she feels me, she groans against my mouth, sending the vibrations straight through me.
Her hands begin traveling beneath the hem of my shirt and travels up, feeling my chest and tracing the muscles with the tip of her finger, sending goosebumps rising across my body. When she travels lower, I take her hand, remove it, and kiss her palm before she can protest.
"Not right now. But soon, I promise."
She nods, but I can see the hurt in her eyes. She doesn't know why I'm denying her, but I need to know that she completely, entirely, truly wants this before I allow myself the indulgence.
Instead of stopping entirely as I'd expected her to, she continued kissing me, her hands trailing across my body like she can't get close enough, pulling me in and drawing me further into her affections. I can't stop myself, as hard as I've tried, and I allow my hands to roam her, too. She's soft and warm, her skin blushing beneath my touch. It takes every ounce of my self control to keep from annihilating her right now. That's one of the reasons I want to keep this from happening in this moment. I want to be slow, I want to explore her for as long as possible.
But after that first time with her? After that I want to torture her until she can't breathe properly. Until she can't move without my assistance.
"Get anything out of her yet?" Pius asked.
"Almost. I'm close to breaking her, the bitch is so torn up right now that it'll take a few hours before she'll find her voice again."
It kills me to talk about her that way, but I have to keep up the show. Currently, she's so covered in deep marks that anyone that saw her wouldn't question my response about it all.
"You'll let us watch next time, huh?"
"I'm afraid not. She won't open up with any of you in there, I'm trying to play this the best way I can."
"Perhaps just breaking the sound barrier then? I'm itching to hear the whore scream."
"Sure thing. Tomorrow is a new day and the breaks will be in even more pain."
"Excellent." He smiled wickedly, his eyes darkening in the arousal of just the thought alone.
Hours pass and it's finally time for another feeding as the guys call it. I make her another plate of the disgusting gruel and warm tap water, and again transform it once I'm out of sight.
Hermione beams when she sees me, and I wonder how much of her worried that it would be one of the others. I set the plate down and release her from her restraints before fetching the blanket, turning it to a long sleeve robe to beat the cold that's seeped into the room, and wait as she helps herself to the food.
"Feel better?" I ask when she's finished.
"Much. Thank you."
She's shy now, whatever heat she'd taken in earlier had dissolved. I'm interested to see how long it takes to come back to her. I slip my hand lightly against her thigh, my hand tucked just beneath the fabric to feel her, but no more than that.
"Why didn't you tell me before, about your attraction to me?"
"I'm you're professor, Hermione. Besides that, I'm still wrangled in all of this." I gesture around to the room, driving home my point. "Had you have been discovered as someone I cared for, you'd already be dead."
Hermione nods, seeming to have already thought of that as a possibility.
"It wasn't risky, being outside my window?"
"Oh it was, but I at least had tabs on everyone's location when I did. The only reason they were able to grab you was because I was in town at the time." I sadden at the thought, still feeling guilty for it happening at all.
"That's not your fault." she reassures, taking my hand. "It was bound to happen it seems, especially so close to the war. I should have been more careful."
"The school should have been better guarded." I nearly snarl. That thought really pisses me off.
"We'll do better next time, when we're out of this."
I nod, grateful that she has the hope I now lack considerably.
"How's everything going up there?"
"Well enough I suppose. Which reminds me-- I've stopped Pius's plan of the others joining us, but... I told him that tomorrow I'd break down the sound barrier. The moment you see me come down the steps, you'll have to get into character. Do you think you'll be able to what we discussed?"
Fear briefly lights in her eyes, then dissipates just as quickly. "Yes. I trust you." She brings her lower lip between her teeth and I can tell she's thinking about something else.
"What is it? Are you worried about something?"
"No-- not exactly... I just uh..." she takes a breath and the remainder of what she says comes out in a rush. "I was hoping we could be together before then, just a private thing for the first time we're involved."
I want to laugh at the way her unease came out, but I push it down. She's genuinely concerned about the issue and I need to treat it as such.
"I was thinking the same thing."
It seems to be all I have to say, because she reaches out for me and kisses me, slow and light at first until I respond. When I do, she deepens the kiss, toying that little tongue against mine again, something I'd thought about every moment since our first kiss.
There's still so much I hold back, insisting my body to oblige my demands of how this will go. So, the fire pushes down and dwells in my stomach, refusing to rise even when I grip the back of her head to pull her into me.
Hermione lifts herself from the table that had turned back into a sort of bed when I'd arrived, and moves until she's straddling my lap, her robe slipping to the floor.
I didn't think she was very experienced, and if she truly wasn't, she's doing one hell of a job to convince me otherwise. The idea of her being with another man fuels the fire raging inside of me, sparring with the fire I have for her in the moment.
I let my hands trail to her ass and I pull her closer into me, her naked pelvis rubbing against my erection. A groan escapes me and she smiled against our kiss before planting her hands against my chest and pushing me back against the bed.
Trailing hands beneath my shirt leave me breathless and hungry for more of her, and before long she's trailed those hands lower, then fussing with the buckle on my trousers. I help her with them until it's undone and she's nudging them down my legs.
When I spring free to her, I watch her closely, hoping none of this is putting her off in any way. I find her watching me, too, or more that her eyes are trailing across what bare skin she can see of me.
The sight of me seems to spur her on further, as she finishes taking off my pants, before she's back on top of me, raising me until she's taken off my shirt, too. I ache beneath her, feeling her slickness raw and bare against the very part of me that wants to be inside of her, needs to be inside of her. But I don't indulge that yet.
She tries to lower herself, but before she gets far, I change our positions and put her on her back instead. It takes her a moment to adjust comfortably and the moment she does, I trail my hands down her stomach, lower until I can feel the core of her. She takes a shaky breath and I check on her, glad to find arousal rather than nerves or regret. I don't know what I'd do if I found that. Stop, obviously, but it would tear me to shreds.
No. Clearly, she wants this almost as badly as I do, bordering on wanting it just as much.
I slip a finger inside of her, and instantly relish in how tight she is. Every part of her is perfect, every aspect of her body seeming to be molded for me. The deeper I get inside of her, the louder she becomes, the sound vibrating through me.
I want to laugh at how easy it is right now, but I don't. It makes me wonder how well she can handle how I really do things. I slip another finger inside of her, then another when she's done clenching and tightening around me, then hook them against her, relinquishing a satisfied moan from her.
It isn't long before she's bucking into my hand, and spilling across my palm. Before her climax can finish I withdraw from her, replacing it with my cock before she can whimper in the denial of my touch.
She lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, driving myself deeper into her, filling her. I release one hip and thumb her clit, keeping her close to orgasm while I fuck her at a torturously slow pace. At the additional touch I feel her tighten around me again, and the moment her muscles allow me more access, I slip a finger inside of her, stretching her more.
"Oh god, Severus."
"Hmm? Does that feel good?"
"Y-yes. Fuck yes."
I chuckle at that, not used to her using that sort of language. I suppose more of her changed in this than I'd thought.
"Do you want to come for me again?"
"Yes, I'm... I'm so close." she whimpers.
It's seconds later, if that, that I feel her pulse around me. She relaxes as if I'm finished with her, and I watch as she locks her eyes on my still growing erection. I smile at her and withdraw from her, standing to go to her side. I pull her until her neck is off the bed and draw myself to her mouth.
She opens easily, and as I slide into her warmth, she twirls her tongue around the length of me with what little room she still has. Over a few minutes she'd ventured to take me deeper, burying me in the depths of her throat.
I reach across her and massage her breasts, taking her nipples and rolling them between my fingers. Hermione moans loudly and takes one of her own hands to travel down her body and play with her swollen clit. The sight of it brings that heat back to a raging fire and it takes every ounce of my patience to not start roughly fucking her mouth.
Not yet.
I pull out from against her greedy tongue and return to her, flipping her to her stomach and raising her hips to meet mine.
"Keep your hand there." I tell her, bringing her wet palm back to her aching sex before she can fully take it away. "I want to watch you."
She moans again at the words and picks up her pace as I plunge back into her, harder this time, knocking her off balance. I pick her back up and grip both of her hips, slamming into her with the new anchor. She cries out, again and again, and I feel her rush around me twice more before she collapsed to her stomach.
I stay with her, straddling her thighs as I take on the new position. She realized quickly that the position only puts me deeper inside of her, and drill more closely against her now overly sensitive area.
"Severus I can't-- fuck..."
It's cute that she tries to deny me. That she thinks she can't possibly come again.
"What was that?" I growl.
"N-Nothing. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Her moans grow muffled from her face in the bed, and I grip the back of her hair to pull her back up. I want to hear her.
"Oh, Severus..." she moans, and that brings me to the edge. I pull out of her and she jumps up, bringing her mouth to me again, allowing me to spill against her tongue.
She's dirtier than I thought.
Hermione
I'm scared about today.
Severus said we'd have to be heard by the others this evening, and while I know he'll keep me from being hurt... I don't know. It feels wrong, to be heard by the others. Maybe it wouldn't affect me so much if they weren't who they were, but I doubt I'd be much of an exhibitionist in any case.
Would they get off to hearing us? I shudder at the idea.
Severus was rather territorial when he knew I'd gone out and danced with other men, so I'm sure he wouldn't take kindly to the idea himself, not that there's much he can do to negate it.
He'd said we'd be using the tools on the dark wall- the wall I still haven't seen. I'm not sure why he hasn't shown me yet, maybe to protect what he still can. But tonight, he won't be able to hide it.
Hours pass before I hear his footsteps descend the stairs. I'm starting to tell when it's his, which helps the anxiety, even if only a little. He doesn't have food this time, but quickly casts a spell allowing me something light before we begin.
He apologizes for what he has to do, but I ignore it. I want him. All of him. Whatever that might mean. I know he'll protect me, and putting on this show was part of that. I just have to play my part properly.
"Are you ready?" He asks, hesitation and unease darkening his already black eyes.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
A light illuminates above the dark wall, and a gasp escapes me. I really was trying to not react, but I had clearly underestimated what sort of things would be held there. Maybe half of the wall held what I'd already suspected- your average variety of whips, floggers, cuffs. But on the other half?
Torture devices.
Saws. Long metal nails. Thick chains with painful looking knobs that faced the wrist or ankle. It chilled every part of me.
That's one way to kill a mood.
As if understanding my thoughts, he tells me, "Don't worry- none of that will be used. If I have to, I can make it sound like it."
I nod slowly.
He brings over three separate tools. A long black leather whip, a flogger that looked less intense than the others, and a sort of pricked wheel on the end of a metal handle. He sets each one in front of me, tells me how and where they'll be used, then demonstrates a few passes of each against my forearm.
I'm surprised at how... good it actually felt. I especially liked the pricked wheel, it's Velcro like stems sending my nerve endings into a blissful swell of heat.
"You won't feel any of these, just me. But when you hear the whips against you, you need to act as though you're in extreme pain. You need to beg me to stop." He recites again, reminding me of the conversation previously. I nod again, fully understanding what's expected of me.
"I'm going to break the sound barrier now, alright?"
I nod again. I feel foolish, but I can't bring myself to speak.
"Alright you little bitch!" He yells. "You need to tell me what I need to know, or I swear I'll kill you."
The growl of his voice makes me shake in a way I definitely shouldn't be right now.
"No! Please! I don't know anything!" I cry out, putting as much pain into it as I possibly can.
"Bullshit. You're closer to the head master than anyone. You know exactly what he's planning."
The black whip lashed out against my thigh and I cry out, letting whimpers fill my voice.
"No, I swear!!! Please, just let me go, I won't tell anyone!"
He laughs maniacally. "The only way you're leaving here is in a body bag, and shipped directly to your parents. I'll spare them the sight if you tell me what you know."
Severus knows of course that my parents don't remember who I am. The reminder of it stings, but I remind myself that he has to do it this way.
"Please no."
Another lash.
"Don't want to talk? I'll fuck it out of you."
"No-- no, no, no." I plead, a jangle the metal cuffs binding my limbs for extra measure, despite his words sending a thrill through me.
Severus undoes the binding at my feet, then my wrists, before gently lifting me and settling me in the corner, against a cold metal cross before latching its own restraints. I'm suspended above the ground, spread out like an X as his eyes peruse my feigned battered body.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be spilling everything you know and then some." he sneered.
More lashes across my body, my stomach and thighs showing deep red marks from their contact. Why is this so... hot?
Severus trailed his fingers lightly across my stomach, reminding me what his true intentions were. I bite down a hum of a moan, instead replacing it with threats. He laughs and hits me again, this time driving multiple fingers into me as he strikes. His eyes close and he moans softly, and it takes everything in me to not respond to his clear pleasure in this.
"You're so wet, are you sure you don't like this? Should I punish you more?"
"Fuck off!"
"That's a dirty little mouth you've got there, baby. Be a good girl and tell me you want it."
"I'll never say that." I spit back.
"No? I think you need more encouragement, then."
He takes the heavier flogger from a table and steps back,striking what looked like sharp barbed wire covered tresses against me. Pain flashes across his face as he does it, and disposed of it the moment he feels he's done enough, then undoes his pants before quickly filling me.
It's reassuring. Loving. Caring. I physically relax into him as I verbally demand that he lets me loose.
"You're doing such a good job baby, keep it up." he whispers. I yell out again, adding more anger to my tone. Fuck he feels good.
I move my hips what little I'm able, and grind into him, pushing him deeper and deeper. Once again, he slides a finger into me, joining his massive cock, spreading me almost painfully. Almost.
He laps his tongue against my sweat covered neck, down my collar bone, then the top mounds of my breasts. "Mmm, you taste good. Almost as good as the rest of you. I can taste your fear."
"I'm not afraid of you. You're nothing."
Severus yells out in rage, and slams his palm against the wall behind me. It reverberates through the room and I can hear the men in the other room laughing and jeering. Fuck them.
He slips out of me and a small whimper escapes me from his absence- thankfully though, that whimper can be misconstrued. Lowering himself against me, his rough shirt drags against my skin and the friction of it only drives my need to feel him again. His tongue and fingers slide against me, into me, soft at first, then harsher and rougher as he looks up at my restrained form.
I come faster than anything before, and he licks until there's nothing left, my wetness coating his mouth when he rises to kiss me again. The taste of myself on him makes me wish I weren't restrained, makes me wish I could pin him down and devour every last inch of him.
I scream from the release. Low and guttural. I didn't have to act much for that one.
Days pass slowly, waiting to finally go back to the school. Severus says that everything seemed to look proper for the others, our show earning its tailored end this morning. After that first time when they'd had to hear us, Severus had to continue it, had to show his push for answers so close to the war.
Now it was finally here, and knowing the war would begin hours after I was returned, a new heat raged through me. Anger.
I'm pretending to have been drugged, my body lax and lifeless in his arms as a dark hood lays over my head, my wrists and ankles bound in what would appear to be uncomfortable, unnatural even, but thanks to Severus I feel none of it.
We don't stop until I hear water crashing against land, and he sets me down before unbinding my limbs and removing the hood. I shake off the tension in my muscles from the time I was bound, and look up at him, waiting.
"You're on your own from here." he tells me. "The school is just up the hill, just stick to the shadows and you'll be fine. The others won't be back until sunrise."
His eyes grow sad and tired, his hands brushing through his hair as he looked off distractedly. "Stay safe, okay? I'll do what I can to protect you, but I can't be everywhere at once."
"I will. But Severus-- you stay safe, too. I'm counting on you to be there at the end of this."
He nods once, but I'm not convinced. I give him one final, deep kiss, then turn away, and back to the school, the marks now cleaned from my skin and prepared with a story to tell anyone that asks about my disappearance.
The war is over now, only broken stone and rubble covering the grounds left behind. I can't keep my eyes from the blood splattered across the courtyard, as I search for any additional bodies we may have missed.
Severus is sound asleep in the hospital ward, allowing me to escape and help the other professors still cleaning up the mess. Allowing me to be there for the people that lost someone in the fight.
"Miss Granger?" McGonagall asks.
"Yes?"
"He's looking for you."
I race back towards the hospital, worried that something was wrong. Maybe his stitches had opened back up. Maybe he knew his time was limited and needed to talk to me. My heart clenches at the thought.
I'm relieved when I find him sitting up right in his bed, his smile eager as he finds me entering the room.
"Hey! How are you feeling?" It's only been a few hours since he'd been brought here, but Madam Pomfrey had done wonders for his injuries already, the broken and battered bones appearing much healthier than when I visited an hour ago.
"Better. I wanted to talk to you... about everything."
I sit quietly, and wait for him to continue.
"I'm so sorry I had to do that to you." he whispers.
"Do what, exactly? Keep me from feeling the pain? Or keep me from the men raping and torturing me?"
"I-- you're right. I just... I hate that they took you at all."
I cover his hand with mine and squeeze. The reminder of the first times I've done that make him smile knowingly.
"We won, Severus. We won, because of you. That's all that matters."
"What were your thoughts? When I was--" he can't finish his sentence. When he was "hurting" me. He's avoiding the topic of the war, and that's fine with me.
"Actually... I sort of... wished I could feel it."
That catches him off guard.
"Come again?"
"I mean, obviously not as much as you had to deal, but I liked seeing how much you enjoyed using those things on me. I liked how it felt when you tested it."
"Hmm."
"What?"
"I was just thinking. If you want to feel it, we could try that out."
"When you're healed, obviously."
"Hermione, there's plenty I could do to you now that the average man couldn't come close to."
I can't stop myself from biting my lip, the idea too enthralling.
"I'm happy to indulge whatever you have planned." I tell him, seeing his thoughts form together as he watches me, his eyes grazing across my breasts even in his weakened state.
A week passes before we plan it out, his room decorated the way he needs for me. It takes time to adjust to the dark room, and the moment I do, the deepest parts of me burn for him.
It's not like the dungeon at all. I find the same tools-not the torture devices- but the scene is softer than the cold stone and metal from before. Black velvet lines a cross restraint in the corner of the room, matching his bed sheets and the restraints from the ceiling that hang above it.
He watched me take in the room, I can feel his eyes on me. It doesn't take long for that look to intensify, and start to burn every organ in my body along with it.
"Is it too much?"
"Not at all." I reassure him, then finally turn to him.
"I worried that with everything--"
"It's perfect. If anything is wrong, I promise I'll tell you." I say, closing the small distance between us and letting my hands fall against his tight chest. This seems to finally calm him and I see that fire from before lick behind his eyes again. My stomach tightens as my body prepares for whatever comes next.
"You want to do this the way I normally would?" He asks, relaying what I'd told him before. I wanted to see what version of us he wanted to experience. Desperately.
He nods once, kisses me softly for what feels like the last time, before he stands back and lets that darker, more primal part of him surface.
And it instantly makes me weak.
"Turn around." He orders. I do.
A thin satin material is drawn over my eyes and tied behind my head, removing my sight. It leaves me unsteady a moment before his hands are wrapped around my upper arms, guiding me. When he stops and pulls me back to him, I'm lifted to what could only be the bed, and leather is strapped around my torso, then my wrists bound behind me, connected to the same restraint around my body.
"What is this?" I ask, unfamiliar with the hold. I have no idea what it can do. He tightens the restraints and I feel myself lift uncomfortably from the motion, my neck and back muscles stretching unexpectedly.
"You'll speak when I need you to." He spit. While the words and tone were sharp, there was something deep and gravely behind his tone, his words said slowly, enunciating each word, and it fuels the fire growing inside me.
It's odd. I don't enjoy not knowing what's coming. I don't enjoy not knowing what this restraint is. But there's something about it that pulls me deeper into my need for him. Deeper into the desperation flooding through me, the desperation I'm trying hard to not let him see. Not yet.
"Say, 'yes sir.'"
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl. You will not question what position I put you in, or what I do to you. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir."
In return for my response to him, he rewards me with smooth yet firm caresses, his hands gliding beneath my ass and forward, pressing his hands against my front until I feel him against me. He's already hard, his erection pressing against my jeans.
I moan softly at the feel of him, irritation hiding just below the surface. I hate that he hasn't removed my clothes yet, I feel too confined, too far from him.
His hands roam up my body, pressing into my breasts but doing nothing more than that. I move lightly against him, hoping it doesn't earn another harsh denial from him.
When he draws back, I expect a punishment of some kind. Instead, he seems to be watching me, his torso leaned back but keeping his lower body pressed against mine as I move against him.
"Mmm..." he moans. "Now this would be much better if these weren't in the way, don't you think?"
He tugs a belt loop, crushing me against him, hard and unexpected. I'd fall if I weren't held up.
"Y-yes. Yes sir. That would be better." I nearly moan the entire sentence, his motions against me changing something deeper inside me.
This isn't like before.
This is much, much different.
I can see a light from the edge of my vision, coming from the end of his wand. With it, my jeans disappear from my body, leaving my bare ass against his still covered erection. I can gain better friction like this though, as I rub against him, feeling that familiar heat buzz through me.
Severus grabs one of my hips, holding me tight against him, as his other hand drives back in front of me, this time his thumb makes an impact against my clit. He swirls a few moments before dipping into me, then back out again, repeating the process. Each time drove me higher and higher, but never allowing me to the edge of the cliff, the waters below still inaudible, unreachable.
"Tell me how that feels." he whispers roughly against my ear, grazing his teeth against me.
"It feels... so good..." I want to curse but some part of me tells me that wouldn't bode well. The fire, the aggression... the utter dominance of him is keeping me in my place.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes. Please yes."
He draws back and smacks me, hard.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir. Please, sir."
He pushes back into me, this time his cock bare and hard against me. I squirm against him but it's no use. I can't move enough to slide against him, let alone to get him inside of me. I suppose this is the moment that being restrained finally hits me. I can't do what I want and that's killing me.
"There were nights that I stood outside your window, long before you ever noticed..." he trails off as he slips his fingers inside of me, adding two more than before and sending my nerves in a new euphoria. After a moan slips from me and matches his own, he continues. "I'd watch you slip off your tiny little night dress when you changed for class. Do you know what those images did to me?"
"N-No... what did they do to you, Professor?" The title had slipped, but considering the low growl that came from him, he liked it. A lot.
"They left me aching the entire time you sat in my class. They left me fisting my own cock the moment the door closed behind you."
"What would you have wanted instead, sir?" I breathe, and in return he deepens inside of me, his fingers hooking against my g-spot.
"I'd prefer you under my desk, sucking my cock. Or in my lap, riding until you came on my chair. Perhaps on my desk while I demolished you with mouth." At that, he lowers himself and suddenly his tongue is enveloping my clit from behind, his hands gripping my ass with a force that I didn't know I could manage. But as he spread me further and plunged his tongue inside me, I find myself not giving a damn what he did to me. As long as he didn't stop doing it.
It's hard, to stay held above him, when every part of me wants to be lower, closer to his torturously slow movements. When his teeth graze my clit, then encloses them around it, sucking and nibbling, I throw my head back, the only physical response I can manage.
My hands itch to run through his hair, to grab at him, to pull him closer. A dark part of me wants to suffocate him until he can barely breathe, with the last known taste being of me.
He takes my hips and moves me against his mouth, leaving me riding him as his tongue laps against me, then adds his fingers to the mix. Fuck this man know what he's doing.
"Mm, I can feel you shaking. Do you want to come?"
"Yes, sir."
"Not yet." He tells me, then pulls away from me. I still feel myself in the rocking motions, still drawn to the vibrations he'd just sent through me with every touch. A whimper slips from me and surprises me, and he answers in a low chuckle of a laugh. Asshole.
"I want to feel you around me."
He's against my ear again, his warm breath tickling my skin, and goosebumps rise and spread against my neck and chest.
"Seems I've gotten a response from you. These sweet little bumps probably go further than I can see. That's a shame isn't it?" He tsks his disapproval and shortly after, my shirt and bra is gone too, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable to him.
As he finds the spread bumps, he eyes me curiously, slamming his erection against me as his tongue follows their path. I try to gain more friction, try to get closer but I have no anchor. I can't move on my own with the way he's holding me combined with my hold. A frustrated groan escapes me and it seems to break him as he finally pressed into me.
It's just the tip at first, rubbing hard just inside but no further, as his palm roughly pads my clit.
"Please sir. More... I need to feel you." I moan, forgetting that I wasn't meant to speak unless instructed to. This seems to pass fine though, as he grants my desire and draws in deep until he's on the verge of passing beyond what I can take in.
"Like this?"
"God yes."
He continues the slow but harsh movements, bringing me close multiple times only to take it away from me. Then, I hear a faint buzzing sound before he brings a large black vibrator to my clit. I squirm at first, mostly because I'm a little terrified of how badly I'm going to come when he simply touches me.
Then it's there, pressed firmly against me as he picks up speed inside of me. The heat rises again, higher than anything I've felt before-- but then it falls flat. Rage consumes me and I'm beyond frustrated that he won't let me come.
"Please, please let me out." I beg. I think I need to beg more but on the first request, he reaches above me and releases me, never leaving my body in the process.
With the renewed freedom, I stretch in any way I can without withdrawing from him, before turning to him and planting him on his back. I slip him back inside of me instantly, take the vibrator he'd let go of and placed it back on my clit myself. I lean back and ride him, hard and fast, moving the vibrations against me as I do.
"Fuck Hermione."
Got him. The show is over.
"You feel so fucking good professor."
My turn.
His eyes widen slightly at the change and with it, I mumble an easy but useful spell, bringing a small school girl skirt to my hips pooled around us as I ride him. I leave my upper body bare and lower myself to him, letting him suck and nibble my nipples as he releases low groans of approval.
Before I can resume my position, he wraps his arms behind my back and presses me into him, driving into me harder and faster than I ever could, the vibrator still pressed tightly between us, it's vibrations coursing to both of us now.
"Come for me. Now."
And just as easily as his words came, so did I. Strong enough that I feel myself gripping uncomfortably tight around him as I do, my body weakening against his as it wracks through me. I couldn't even manage to come from my own actions, yet this man managed to bring it to me with words.
When the feeling passes, I roll off of him and lower myself to him, taking in his soaked cock against my tongue, savoring the taste of myself on him. Mere moments pass before I bring him to his own climax, and relish the taste of him as he pours against my tongue, and down my throat.
The next few hours passed slowly, in the best way. With him curled around me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together, ignoring the mix of sweat and our arousals still clinging to our skin.
I could do this forever. Be with him, forever.