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Summary: I'm having trouble with my latest story, so my muse decides to come help inspire me.
"Still having trouble with the plot?" asked a silky voice in my ear.
I jumped a foot in the air, banging my knee on the underside of the desk. I whipped around, glaring at the offender while massaging my sore knee. "Do you always have to sneak up on me like that?" I hissed.
My muse smirked and spread his hands out in front of him. "What kind of muse would I be if I was only there when you wanted me at your beck and call? How am I to give you spurts of insight if I only come when I'm called?" he pouted.
"You always have been of mercurial temperament, Draco," I groused as I spun back around to glare at my computer screen. The blinking cursor mocked me; all that I'd typed so far was the title for my latest Draco/Hermione erotica, but hard as I tried, I couldn't put down on paper the ideas that I had in my head. Decidedly not looking at my muse, I tapped my nails in irritation. "So what's your point in popping in today? Simply here to torment me?" I felt him come up behind me again, the hair he'd grown long for Into Their Hands tickling my neck.
"Who said anything about teasing? As you have so often told your friends and fans, your stories come from more...personal knowledge," he reminded me, as he began planting kisses along the side of my neck. He knew, as only a muse could, that it was one of my sensitive spots and never failed to get a reaction out of me. My head rolled back as I moaned and I felt his smirk against my skin as he spun my chair around to face him. "We'll just have to ignite that little spark of....creativity," he said, kneeling in front of me while his deft fingers working on the buttons of my shirt. "Can't have me and Hermione not enjoying ourselves as much as possible, can we?" Pop went a button. "You two are well suited- lusty little bookworms." Pop "Taste good too," he said, as the final button popped loose and he filled his hands with my breasts. His thumbs played over my cloth covered nipples as he leaned forward to suck and nibble on the side of my neck once again.
Damn, he knows me too well, but such is the case of a writer and her muse, I thought as Draco undid the clasp and my breasts fell free. He immediately had one breast in his mouth, tonguing and scraping at the nipple with his teeth. One hand was busy with my other nipple, while the other hand, such a pale contrast to my tanned skin, slowly drifted down my stomach into the waistband of my skirt. He looked up at me with a smile in his eyes while he continued to manipulate my breast in his mouth and teased me below with his fingers. I dug my hands into my hair, fisting it in the brown curls as I tried to make him glide those fingers closer to where I wanted, no neededthem. I knew, having written him this way enough times, that he was one who enjoyed taking his time when he was enjoying himself. So I lay back in my chair as he continued to torture and tease me until I thought I couldn't be any wetter. His fingers disappeared from my body and I whimpered at the loss until I saw he was only switching breasts. Now it was his right hand gliding down the same path as the left, only this time he slid it underneath my skirt, where he knew I rarely, if ever, wore anything. I'd had Hermione dressed in such a way a few times, and he'd always seemed to enjoy that. He swiftly plunged two fingers into my wet hole and I moaned from the sensations. He smiled and continued to slide those fingers in and out of my weeping pussy, sometimes curling them to hit my G-spot. He caressed me like an expert lover until I came with a cry, drenching his fingers.
He pulled them out, sucking them noisily as I bonelessly slid to the floor beside him. My body may not have wanted to move just yet, but my hands soon had his pants unzipped and don my his ankles. I crawled over, gripping his half hard cock with one hand while I slid my mouth down over the head. He groaned above me as I began doing what I love best. I swirled my tongue up, down and around his length while keeping up a continuous corkscrew motion with my hand. At one point, I flattened my tongue along the underside of his erection and slowly gulped the whole of it down my throat. I swear, there's next to nothing I love better than to give a man head. There was just something about the feel of them in my mouth, feeling them pulsing around my tongue that makes me just want to swallow them like so much candy. So that's what I proceeded to do, his moans and gasps egging me on until I felt his hands on my shoulders.
"Bend over the desk," he ordered, pulling me to my feet. I did as requested, sliding my skirt down and off. Seeing my lush ass up in the air was too much for him to resist as he gave me a couple of good swats on it. I moaned, rolling my hips back towards him as he teased me with the head of his cock. He did that for a minute or two before sliding it deep inside me. Gripping my hips, he started with a slower tempo then gradually picked up the pace at my insistence. It felt so good being filled full and getting fucked so well. It had been a while for me, so it was no surprise that my libido needed a jumpstart for my more sexually charged stories. Draco suddenly slid out and slammed back in to get my attention. I let out a ragged gasp at the sensation of him hitting that one sweet spot again. I rolled my hips back again as he continued fucking the living shit out of me to the point I saw stars as I screamed my release. Draco wasn't far behind and he leaned forward on my back afterwards as we both tried to calm our racing hearts.
"So, you want to go take a shower?" he asked.
My mind filled with images of him, me, and Hermione in the shower, and how could I work that in to one of the eroticas. I grinned at him. "Only if you can have Hermione join us," I replied.
"Sounds good to me," he said with a smirk.
By Christy
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of fiction. Duplication can only be made with the permission of the author.
Summary: Two people meet up in a bar for a one nighter...or do they?
He sat there, watching her. The brunette had been in last night, and with it having been Halloween, she'd come in dressed in a cowboy outfit. A leather fringe bra had hugged her upper curves and the matching chaps certainly defined her curves lower down. He smiled in memory of the looks of pure satisfaction from most of the males, and even some of the females, that she'd been getting in her fetching get up. He himself had definitely not been immune, going up to dance up against her and had grabbed her by her hips as he enjoyed the sight of her ass framed by black leather. As they'd danced, he'd whispered in her ear what he'd love to do to and with her. "You interested?" he'd asked, his hand rubbing along her bare midriff.
She had smiled and turned around to face him. "Wish I could, lover boy, but I'm here with work friends." Her mouth turned down in a slight pout. "Wouldn't be fair to leave them hanging, would it? I'll just get with you later."
He had grabbed her by her hips again, bringing her flush against him. Using a hand on the small of her back, he had held her to him. "That would be interesting. since I'm here from out of town and will be leaving again on Tuesday."
She spun away, kissing him on the cheek. "It's only Saturday- plenty of time," she had responded before disappearing into the crowd.
He smiled again at the memory and swirled his drink around in his glass. She was back in the club again tonight, but this time she had on a luscious little jean dress that hugged her as much as her outfit on Halloween had. It had a lace up bodice that his hand itched to untie. Seeing her go out to the dance floor, he gulped down the rest of his whiskey and stalked down to seduce her again.
*********
The brunette woman smirked as she felt a pair of hand rest on her hips. She leaned back against him and ground her ass against his erection. The blond man groaned then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "You know, naughty teases like you usually get paid back in kind."
She started to turn around to ask him what he meant when she felt a finger slide past her thong and up into her. She gasped, half in astonishment at his daring and half in sheer pleasure, especially when a second finger joined the first. His hand rested around her middle, as much to keep her close as to keep her standing. He continued to torment her in this fashion for a moment or two longer, then she whimpered when they withdrew. She closed her eyes and smirked at the slurping sounds behind her as he sucked her juices off his fingers. He leaned forward again. "That was enjoyable. If you're not too terribly busy, my hotel's not far from here."
She wriggled her ass against his erection again. "Sounds wonderful to me," she said with a smile and a wicked glint in her eye.
*********
He pushed the door open and she put her purse on a nearby table. He then gathered her close and began kissing her, sucking on her lush bottom lip. When she sighed in contentment, his tongue dove into her mouth, exploring and enticing her tongue to come out and play. While they were engaging in this enjoyable form of foreplay, he backed them up until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She lay back on the bedspread as their tongues continues their sensual duel. With a smirk, she rolled them over until she was now on top. She kissed him for a little while longer then slid down until she knelt on the floor in between his legs. She licked her lips in anticipation as she slid her hands up his thighs then began easing down the sipper on his pants. He watched her work from hooded eyes as she slid his pants and underwear down the took his cock into her mouth. She hummed around him in pure pleasure as she really got into sucking and licking on him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a groan when she slicked up one hand and began corkscrewing her hand up and down in time with her suction. He thought about how enthusiastic she seemed and how good her mouth felt around his dick. Then she deepthroated him to the root and he almost came up off the bed. She went back to the sucking/corkscrew combo again for a while then he was down her throat again.
Wanting her to feel some of the same pleasure she'd been giving him, he pulled her up and laid her sideways on the bed, her legs dangling off the side. He slowly slid her soaked panties down and off then began licking lightly amongst her folds. He took her little nubbin into his mouth and began sucking on it. He smiled in satisfaction when he looked up to see her gripping the bedspread and asking, begging him not to stop what he was doing because, oh god, it felt soooo good! He continued sucking on her clit, licking along her inner lips as she started getting wetter. He heard her begging him "please" and he teased her weeping slit with a finger. When her lips arched towards him with a hissed "Yes", he swiftly thrust his finger inside. He soon added another finger, never ceasing his tongue and suction on her clit. It wasn't much longer before her body arched and she shrieked as she came around his fingers. He didn't stop what he was doing, making orgasm after orgasm crash over her until she lay on the bed, limp and panting.
He licked his fingers, enjoying the taste of her cream. He finished pulling his pants and shoes off then shed his shirt and he walked over to the nightstand. He rolled the condom onto his rock hard erection, stroking it lightly as he wandered back over to the temptress lying on his bed. She was equally naked, propping herself up on her elbows as she watched him walk toward her. "Flip over onto your hands and knees," he requested then mover her legs wider apart with a touch of his knee. He sank in, and she keened from the sensation of being filled so fully. Then he started to move and the sensations rippled through her body. She closed her eyes to savor the feeling then they flew open again as the man behind her began sliding in and out at a much faster pace, his cockhead rubbing up against her G-spot on almost every stroke. She grabbed two handfuls of the bedspread and arched her ass into the air.
"Oh God yes! Fuck, that feels good. Oooh, yes, just like that!" she demanded, egging him on with her being so vocal in her pleasure. He pulled her closer to him, gripping her hips and pounding away until she started cumming. He pulled out and laid down on his back, pulling her up on top of him. She moaned and arched her back as she slid back in. She now knelt, one leg on either side of his hips, and began rocking back and forth on his cock, waves of passion flowing through her. He snagged her by her hips again and leaned her forward so he could kiss her again then glided his mouth down to suck on a nipple. He rolled his hips, thrusting up into her, making her moan. He held her still while he rolled them over until she was on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist as he began fucking her into another series of orgasms.
When she could breathe again, she pulled out from under him, and pushing him into a reclining position, took his cock back into her mouth. She sucked on him, alternately deepthroating him and using her other hand for corkscrewing up and down his length. Meanwhile, he'd wet two fingers and slid them into her still twitching pussy. She shrieked around a mouth full of dick as he rapidly built her to orgasm again. Figuring turnabout was fair play, she sped up her hand and mouth action at the same time his fingers began to saw in and out faster as well. She screamed in orgasm as he emptied his load down her throat.
They both lay there, trying to recover their breath and finer motor functions. She looked up at him with a smirk, trailing her hand up and down his back. "I thought this was one of our more enjoyable ideas, don't you David?"
"Mmmm. And it's your turn to go out of town next, Holly. Where do you want to 'pick me up' at?"
"Dunno. Haven't thought about it, but I'll be sure to let you know."
By Christy
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Fred, George, and Hermione decide to have a little fun together after practice.
She never got tired of watching the twins practice. They were like the wind itself- swift, silent, and sometimes deadly. Which was not to say they didn't have comparable moves while off the field. Far from it, and Hermione had the experience to back it up. She had been sort of double dating the twins for a few months now. Ron didn't understand it, but Harry got a kick out of it some some strange reason, probably because he and Ginny were sneaking off after practice almost as much as she, Fred and George seemed to. And, she did have to admit, if only to herself, that the dexterity they both showed while on the field was the same dexterity they used with their hands, mouths and other things with her after practice. She was so lost in her lascivious imaginings, she didn't hear one of them come up behind her until she felt a pair of hands on her breasts and a mouth on her pulse. The twin held her flush against him, his hardening cock wedged into the cleft of her ass. And by the way he kept playing with her nipples and grinding himself against her ass, she knew it was Fred. George was definitely the seducer of the two. "George is putting our equipment away. Wanna go join him?" Fred asked. All Hermione did was smile, take his hand, and drag him towards the equipment shed.
Once there, she snuck up behind George, wrapping her arms around him, one small hand diving for his trousers. "In one of those moods, eh, Hermione?" George queried over his shoulder.
"Of course, George. She's got a couple of broomsticks she'd like to ride for a while," Fred said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He spun Hermione away from his brother and having her flush against the wall, slid his wind chilled hands up and under her school shirt, making her hiss at the contact. She moaned more when he pressed himself up against her, fusing them from lips to hips. She moaned deep in her throat as she ground against him.
"Lemme in here, will ya?" George grumbled good-naturedly. Fred pulled Hermione back from the wall so that George could get in behind her. Hermione tore her lips from Fred for a moment to remind the boys about something.
"You do know we have dinner in a hour?" she said, a wicked shine in her eyes.
"Well then, we'd better get to it, eh? Hands and knees work, Hermione?" George asked.
All Hermione could do was nod and moan as George's deft fingers found her sopping slit underneath her skirt. He continued to tease her like this while Fred set up their Quidditch robes as a covering. While she pulled off her clothes, the boys shucked theirs in quick order and Hermione soon had her mouth and one spit slicked hand wrapped around Fred's cock while George was poised to slide his dick in between her widespread thighs. Fred's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Hermione slowly inched her hot, wet mouth down the entire length of him. Meanwhile, his twin was set the same pace on his end, sliding into Hermione at a slow and gentle pace. She was, as always, a tight fit and her velvety walls gripped him in a lover's embrace. And even with how good of a fuck Hermione was, they both still loved how enthusiastic she was orally. There were countless times she'd drag one or both of them into a secluded spot- equipment shed, classroom, once even in the dungeons near Snape's office- to practice her oral mastery, to leave one or both of them weak kneed and her grinning as she sauntered off to her next class, her lush ass swaying.
Fred opened his eyes to see Hermione grinning up at him devilishly as she gulped his cock down her throat again as behind her George eased out of her tightness and slammed back in. She moaned around his cock and nearly undid him. "My turn, George," he gasped, sliding out of her mouth with an audible "pop" as he and his twin switched places. George was thicker than Fred, so Hermione used more hand and tongue action to make up for not being able to take him in as deeply into her mouth. He hissed as she started a fast tempo, corkscrewing her wet hand up and down his hard shaft as she never stopped licking, sucking and nibbling all along his length. He really started to enjoy it when she leaned down to gently roll his balls around in her mouth. Fred was enjoying himself as well, gripping Hermione's hips as he began pounding away in a rather rapid fashion. He knew she liked it when he did this because it meant that his head could more readily rub along that one spot up inside her just right. He smirked when she rolled her hips back against him and he quickened his pace even more.
Hermione moaned as she took George's cockhead in between her lips and began sucking hard while continuing to slide her hand up and down along him. Her movements became a little erratic as Fred continued to fuck her fast and hard until she shattered around him in orgasm. While she was still quivering from release, Fred slicked up his cock from her copious juices and slowly slid up her ass. While the grip of her pussy was wonderful, the tightness of her ass was unbelievable. He was thankful that she was so sensitive, sexually speaking. He loved that fucking her up her ass made her come hard, and he tried to do it every chance he could. He was so turned on by memories of them in this position and how much she enjoyed it as much as he did, that he slammed into her a few more times and then exploded up her ass.
This triggered another orgasm for her and she screamed around George's cock, causing him to empty his load down her throat. They lay there, unable to move for a moment, to be broken by Hermione. "Ya know, I'm not really hungry for food yet...are you?"
He'd been seeing her around Daigon Alley more and more lately. His first thought was that she was planning for a party or some such thing at Malfoy Manor, but she still came out there week after week. Severus noticed she preferred Flourish and Boots as well as the potion stores. Snape found himself watching her more and looking forward to a glimpse or two of her on a daily basis. Her bushy curls had given way to a sleek style that trailed halfway down Hermione's back. It was purely coincidence that caused them to bump into one another, literally, one day outside Olivander's.
"Oh my! Please excuse me Professor!"
"Miss Granger, you haven't been my student for nearly two years now. It's Severus."
"Well, if I may call you Severus, by all means, call me Hermione."
"It would be my pleasure. So, what brings you out today?"
"Oh, merely biding time. Draco has a full time at the Ministry and I'm at loose ends."
"And here I thought for certain that you would be an Auror or some such by now. Come, let me buy you a drink and talk about how you've been," he offered.
Hermione smiled. "Just as long as it's not butterbeer! I'm more of a Muggle when it comes to my drinks."
"Well, it just so happens I know a wonderful out of the way pub near the Alley."
***
Once they had sat down, drinks in hand, Snape motioned for her to continue her explanation.
"Why not be an Auror? For one, I always felt Harry was more suited for it. Between that and the way the Ministry treated us back in Fifth Year and beyond…well, I couldn't stomach working for them. I mean, Draco does a marvelous job, and understands being on the inside is sometimes a better thing. I usually go home and play around with potions." She took a sip of her wine and looked him in the eye. "Even with all your animosity, Potions was still my favorite class."
"Well, I'm flattered. And here I thought all you and your fellow classmates simply saw me as a greasy git."
Hermione smirked. "Not all. So how have the classes after us been?"
"Dreadfully incompetent," Snape grumbled, and then had an idea occur to him. "However, I am in need of a competent Potions Assistant. Would you be interested?"
"I would be delighted."
***
So that is how, come September 1st, found Hermione back at Hogwarts. *Gotta love these dungeons!* she thought with a devilish smirk. She remembered vividly all the different ways her and Draco had found time to indulge their mutual lust.
"Remembering?" Severus said from behind her, making her jump.
"Oh yes," she replied, turning to him with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.
Snape pushed down the instant surge of lust at the look in her eyes. This, in turn, made his next words a little gruffer than he intended. "Our first class is due soon. Could you please set up for the first years?"
As she sauntered off, Severus couldn't help but follow her swaying ass in a rather formfitting robe. *Down man. No use going after someone spoken for, even if Draco IS on the continent for the next few months.* So determined, the Potions Master affixed his normal scowl on his face and strode off to terrify a new group of students.
***
Snape found it shocking to have Hermione around. She was as neat and orderly with the potion ingredients as he, and with the prep time taken out of his courses, he found himself finishing ahead of what he normally did sometimes. When that happened, he would invariably go wandering to see what his assistant might be up to. Hermione had gotten into the habit of using her spare time to continue fiddling with Potions of her own design. He was almost to the lab area she was using one day when there was a deafening explosion and smoke poured out from underneath the door. He rushed in, uttering a smoke clearing spell, to find Hermione looking shell shocked in front of a blackened cauldron.
"What the hell? Hermione, what in the DEVIL were you mixing this time?"
"I was trying to mix a potion to control the werewolf cycle. I'd just added together the wolfsbane and shredded devil's foot and-"
Snape grabbed her wrist tight enough to make her wince. "Dear God, child! You never put BOTH of those ingredients into one potion! They counteract each other and give you what just happened. And this isn't the first! Lucius has told me you had to move your potions making to the dungeons at the Manor because of all the smoke and explosions!"
"That's not the only reason," she muttered, but his ire was up and he didn't hear her.
"I swear, Ms. Granger, if this is the way you try to create potions, I should put you over my knee for such neglect!"
Hermione's color was up from shame at messing up in her potions again AND being dressed down by a colleague, so she didn't think too clearly when she blurted out "Well, fine then, maybe you should!"
Chapter 2
On fire for fear of her, Severus took the gambit and started tugging her behind him towards his office. Once there, he ordered her to stand by his desk while he locked the door and placed his robe on a nearby coat rack. Only then did he glance up to realize Hermione had taken off her own robe while working and now stood clad in a damp white cotton shirt and red skirt. Snape almost groaned at the sensual sight of her moist hair curling tendrils around her face and her chest heaving from exertion. He realized now that this was turning into a very bad idea, but he wasn't backing down. He could enjoy the sight of her in exchange for a little torture later, at the very least. Taking a deep breath and schooling his features into a scowl, he marched back behind his desk and ordered Hermione to come and lay across his lap, her hips flush against his right thigh.
"Accio ruler," he demanded and once it was in his hand, he braced his left arm across her back. "Now then, Miss Granger, perhaps after this, you will have learned your lesson and pay better attention when making potions."
Her "yes sir" was barely out of her mouth before the first smack landed on her ass. She gasped and wiggled in spite of the pain as Severus commenced to give her ten good smacks with the unyielding ruler. Unable to resist the temptation, Severus rubbed his hand along her ass as Hermione wriggled in a vain attempt to alleviate the pain.
Not satisfied with the condition of her ass, Severus slid her skirt up around her waist. *In for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose,* he mused as he took in the sight of her slightly pinkened rear. "You're obviously not punished enough. We'll just have to keep going," he told her as his large hand came down directly on her ass, without buffer of clothing.
Hermione responded by bracing her hips more firmly against his thigh as the volley of spanks continued. Severus only let up when his hand and her ass were both warm to the touch. He knew from experience that to do more than this to someone unused to this kind of punishment turned it more into pure pain for them, rather than that enticing mix that skirted the line of pleasure/pain. He was brought back from his reverie of her luscious throbbing ass cheeks by her constant squirming. Having been intent on his discipline, he had tried to disregard the sensual aspect of such play, but her squirming on his lap made his cock rise and thicken. Figuring turnabout was fair play, he glided his hand from her ass down her thigh and grazed her slit through her underwear only to find them sopping. He felt her head turn towards him so he made a show of licking her juices off his fingers while she watched.
She groaned and slid off his lap, coming to rest on her knees in between his legs. Looking up at him with a question in her eyes, he responded by guiding her hands to his fly. She took her time, her bottom lip caught underneath her teeth. Once free, she slid her hands from his hips down, taking his pants and shorts with her. Once done, she smiled devilishly and proceeded to deep throat his dick like an expert. He felt her throat massaging the head while her tongue played along the underside of it and her hands and mouth were in constant motion. Snape moaned in pleasure at the sensations Hermione was evoking. He'd thought Lucius had been lying when he'd told Severus that he'd found someone else who seemed to love sucking cock as much as the two of them, and he hadn't been wrong. He did wonder how his old friend had come by such entertaining information, but left that mystery for another time.
Right now, the Potions Master had his head thrown back as Hermione sucked each of his balls gently into her mouth one at a time, rolling them around with her tongue. She moaned in obvious pleasure as she went about slathering his rod with her tongue until he thought he might explode. Pulling her up, he laid her back against his desk and began to return the favor. He nibbled, licked and sucked up and down her pussy. He sucked on her little clit until it pulsed and throbbed under his tongue while sliding two fingers into her tight pussy. He kept at it until she was panting with need, then he stood up and removed the rest of his clothing then returned to her, stroking his cock leisurely.
"You want this, don't you, you naughty slut," he told her, turned on by the fact she was naked on his desk, idly playing with herself.
"Come fuck me, Severus. I've been bad," Hermione responded with a devilish smirk. "I don't think you spanked all the badness out of me; guess you'll have to fuck it out."
Hearing the dirty words pouring out of this sexy woman was more than he could handle and he wedged in between her splayed legs, his dick rubbing up against her slit and he pulled her up from laying back on the desk propped up on her elbows. He supported her neck as he kissed her soundly and hungrily, nibbling on her lush bottom lip while his hips ground into hers. She moaned as his head lowered to suck and lightly bite her nipples, so that she hissed as she teetered on the line between pleasure and pain again.
"Oh god, Severus! Please, fuck me!"
"Gladly," he replied as he pulled back, pulled her legs up around his waist and drove home on one stroke that had her spine bowing up off the desk as she hissed "yes" He proceeded to pound away at her pussy, knowing this "punishment" was still far more enjoyable for both parties.
"Wait! I have an idea," Hermione said, gasping at his next stroke. She pulled out then flipped over, her hips flush with the desk. Severus did a couple of swats to her butt then sank balls deep back into her pussy. He loved how this position allowed him deeper penetration with the bonus of a nice ass to play with. He began merrily smacking her ass as he fucked her- nothing too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to sting. This caused Hermione to wiggle her ass back at him while he sped up the tempo of his thrusts until he felt her cumming around his cock. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, causing it to build again before crashing over her, leaving her unwilling to move for a moment. With his dick still hard, Severus pulled out and turned her back over. He wrapped her legs back around his waist and slid back in her pussy, going slower now to revive her. Once she started returning his thrusts, he picked her up in his arms and, putting her arms around his neck for support, carried her over to one of the tapestry covered walls and pulled her arms over her head.
Hermione's eyes were closed from sheer enjoyment only to fly open when his hands began playing with her breasts. Severus looked up to see the unspoken question in her eyes. "What? You thought I didn't know where you and Draco went after all those detentions I gave you two?" he said with a smirk as he started pounding her into the wall. He rolled his hips and her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensations. "Oh yes, I knew. It was such fun to watch sometimes, especially when he muttered that brilliant spell. You like being restrained, don't you? You want someone in control of you sometimes," he states, punctuating the last with a thrust that had her gasping. "Well, my dear, if you're in need of control, I can definitely give it to you, but you'll have to beg me for it."
His words and the images they conjured up were enough to send him over the edge, and he came in her with one final thrust. Laying his head on her shoulder, he tried to catch his breath while thinking the spell to release her hands. After a few moments more to recover and clean up, he kissed her again and said he'd see her in the morning. At her puzzled frown, he explained he had a lot to think about. "I would say this changes things between us, wouldn't you?"
"Oh well, yes, you're right. I see your point, Severus. Well, I'll see you in the morning then," she replied, kissing him again before getting dressed and leaving.
Chapter 3
Severus was in his classroom earlier than usual the next morning. He'd spent most of the night mulling over the night's events and had come to the conclusion that Hermione probably needed a firm hand in things that Draco didn't seem to give her. He'd even forgone breakfast hoping she'd be as eager to discuss matters as they stood, and he wasn't far off. Hermione came in like a whirlwind, all smiles and joy.
"Oh, Severus, I've got great news."
"So do I, but please, go first."
"Draco asked me to marry him! And we both want you in the wedding!"
Snape's face became a bland mask, and Hermione realized she'd misspoken. To try and clear the air, she asked him what he had wanted to say.
"Oh, nothing as important as your exciting news," he lied, stonefaced.
Hermione doubted that, but couldn't really say why she didn't push the issue. She was still enjoying the fact all the men in her life were safe, as she'd felt after leaving Severus's office last night. She'd gone so far as to Apparate to Draco's flat after leaving Snape's place. He usually stayed there when this got overbusy at the Ministry and she'd decided to surprise him that night. She'd told him in detail what had happened earlier with Severus and Draco was so turned on he fucked her until she saw stars. Then, as they lay there, content in each other's embrace, Draco explained that one of the reasons he'd taken the Continent job for the Ministry was to get some old Malfoy treasures from the family vault in Italy. He then got down on one knee and proposed to her with a ruby ring that had been passed down for generations. Tearful, she agreed which, of course, led to another bout of hot and heavy sex.
***
After that day, Hermione noticed a change in Snape. He was still as polite as ever, but there seemed to be a wall there between them now. She knew she'd probably had a lot to do with this with her foolish timing on her announcement, so she knew she needed to make him understand. She wanted to have him included in her as Draco's sex play as much as Lucius was. But, between classes and planning for the wedding, there wasn't much time for her to get him alone to talk. Besides that, she also noticed as the school year drew to a close, he quit touching her, even in the most nonsexual ways that she was used to. Stressed out from her plans and frustrated because, dammit, he was GOOD at what he did. Hermione reached a boiling point one Friday night and stormed into his office, her ire high.
"All right, Professor. I've had enough of this cold shoulder distancing scheme you've been pulling. It's been long enough. You can can it now."
Severus looked up from the scroll he was reading, taking off his no-cheating lenses. "I don't believe I understand your meaning, Miss Granger," he said smoothly.
"Well, how about that for starters. For months, you were fine with calling me Hermione. Now, all of a sudden, it's 'Miss Granger' this and 'Miss Granger' that. And now you send me messages via the interschool owl network instead of in person like you used to!"
"I, like you, am very busy with end of year grading. I have been rather busy as of late," he said tersely.
"Busy? Too busy to touch me, even by accident, in the smallest of situations? You used to brush by me without any thought, and now you treat me like I've got the plague!"
"Because you're engaged to one of the top families in England, you've got to prove yourself more than most," he responded calmly.
"Well, I was trying to prove that I can love more than one person, but I haven't had the chance to with you because you've given me the cold shoulder ever since I told you I was engaged."
Her last statement took him aback. His first instinct was to dismiss it as sheer folly, but then he thought about how impassioned she'd been that one night and how passionate she was about all the things that mattered to her. "So, you mean you'd go behind your fiancé's back to see me? Unlikely and highly insulting to him!"
"Who said he didn't know and, even knowing, didn't, in fact, enjoy either being with me, or getting excited hearing about it afterwards?" Hermione fired back. "Because that's the kind of relationship we have, and we definitely have room for more. But it comes down to you. Are you willing to share?"
Charlie was definitely looking forward to his two months vacation time- the first time he'd taken off work since Voldemort's demise. But, before going to his flat in London, he figured he'd pop in on his parents at the Burrow. After a very filling meal where his mother complained he was too thin, he asked what the gang had been up to. Mrs. Weasley told him about Harry and Ginny's engagement, Ron's fabulous job with the Chudley Cannons, and so on down the line.
"But what about Hermione? Last I heard, she and Remus were together."Molly started wringing her hands. "Oh, Charlie dear, I thought you'd heard. Remus was killed by Death Eaters near the end of the war. Hermione didn't quite get over it. She's pretty much tried to blend in with Muggles the past few years."
"So why hasn't anyone tried to find her? Talk to her?" he asked, confused."Well, Harry and Ginny tried, but for some reason, they're not telling where she is. They said she's fine, but didn't seem to really want them there."
"Hmm" Charlie commented, noncommittally.
*****
After figuring he had a better chance of finding her with a little more help, he used one of his scrying crystals and it consistently pointed to a section of the warehouse district. Confused, he looked up the information of the area to find that there was a popular club nearby. Figuring it was worth a try, he went out there that night and showed a Muggle photo of Hermione, but nobody seemed to recognize her. Discouraged, he figured he'd have a drink before heading home and trying again tomorrow. But when he went to pay his tab, the bartender told him that the redhead down the bar had paid for it. Intrigued, he wandered over to chat.
"Usually, I find it's the guy who buys the girl a drink. Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he said with a smile."No offense taken. You're new here, so that's my way of saying hi. I'm Jae, by the way."
"Charlie. So you must be a regular here then. Me, I just got back home for a couple months of vacation time before I head back to work.""Oh, what do you do?"
"Animal husbandry, after a fashion. Yourself?""I'm more of a chemist," she said with a sad smirk. "It's been one of my favorite subjects since my school days."
"Where'd you go to school?"Jae smirked. "You'd never have heard of it. It's an elite private school out in the middle of nowhere. So what did you like to do in school?"
"Sports mostly. Er, soccer and such. You know, typical guy stuff," he responded, smiling.Over many more cocktails and a few dances, Charlie learned Jae was 23, she loved to read, and her best friend was engaged to a school chum.
"So, what about you? Anyone special?" he asked.She took a sip of her wine, glanced down for a moment, then looked over the table at him. "No. My last relationship ended badly...he was killed."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. That was out of line," Charlie apologized as they called last call.Jae finished her glass, then smiled at him. "It's okay. I understand. I've got some great wine over at my place. Want to come by?"
"I took a cab here, but that works for me," he said with a grin.
*****
"Are you sure about this?"
"Definitely. Not only are you hot, but you're smart and you remind me of a guy I fell in love with when I was younger. Now come back here and kiss me again. I love the way you kiss."
Having been enjoying it himself, Charlie had no problem picking up where he'd left off. He nibbled on her plump bottom lip then slid his tongue in when she sighed. He framed her face with his hands and set about to seduce her thoroughly. Her moans and sighs only encouraged him and reclining her back against the couch, he propped himself up on one side of her and continued kissing her senseless. Her nails scraped up and down his back, grazing over his tight ass then back up, taking his shirt with her. Taking a moment to pull it off, he lay back down by her side. She admired the nipple ring that he had a dragon's tooth dangling from. Jae scraped her nails across it, sending the tooth swinging, then pulled her own top off, revealing coral tipped breasts that looked to be just the right size to fit in his palm. He decided to test that theory and was rewarded by her eyes closing and her head rolling back on a moan. He played with one nipple while his head lowered to suck and nibble on the other.With his other hand free, he glided it down the outside of her leg, then back up on the inside. He trailed the back of his fingers up and down her cloth covered slit until she started to wriggle and press herself against his hand. He took his hand away for a moment then both hands returned, sliding her thong down past her skirt, which was on the way to being bunched around her waist anyhow. Charlie then slid down until he was nestled in between her legs, both of which were now atop his shoulders.
He lay there, on his stomach, and began licking up and down her pussy, nibbling on her throbbing clit. He then began fingering her in earnest, not laying off his oral ministrations until she came, flooding his mouth.
moments...he wanted to enjoy this. He stroked slowly and firmly until Jae started thrusting her hips up at him, demanding more. Obliging, he started fucking her hard and fast, then pulled out and flipped her over onto all fours. He slid back in and gripped her hips, while pushing her legs out a bit more for a deeper angle. He kept slamming in and out until she came with a cry and he followed soon afterwards. After laying there for a bit to recover, Jae got up to go clean up in the bathroom, and Charlie took the respite to mutter a quick cleansing spell. She came back, her hair soft around her face, but there was sadness in her eyes.
"Thank you for a lovely night, but I don't think I'm ready for overnight guests just yet."Charlie kissed her on the cheek. "I get it. Just give me a call sometime, if you'd like."
"I'll be sure to do that," Jae replied softly, as she walked him to the door.Chapter 2
She didn't. In fact, when Charlie went by her apartment sometime later that month, her landlady told him Jae had moved out with no forwarding address. So, having no luck finding either her or Hermione, he just decided to go back to enjoying the rest of his vacation. He came back to work to find one of the Hungarian Horntails had decided to trash her habitat, so he was busy from the moment he got back. He quickly got back into the swing of things, not really noting the passage of time until one
day when he got a surprise owl from his mother. She informed him that Hermione had recently been seen back in the Wizarding World again. She apparently had married at some point, since she had a small son now. Interested in seeing how she'd been, since he'd been unable to find her three years ago now, Charlie made arrangements to come home for the holidays for this year.
"Oh, and Harry and I ran into Hermione and had her come by with her son for dinner tonight," Ginny said with a smile. "Draco's just the cutest tyke!"
Charlie had visions of a towheaded youngster. "She married Malfoy? I thought they hated each other."
Ginny laughed, eyes shining. "No, silly. Draco's with Ron. I thought for sure we'd told you when they got together.""Er, no. So, why name him Draco then?"
"Dunno. She wouldn't tell me. Maybe you can ask her later.""I'll be sure to do that."
*****
He forgot to when Hermione came in leading the toddler by the hand, looking, if anything, more luscious. Motherhood obviously agreed with her; it had given her more curves to offset her curls that now bounced around her shoulders. She greeted everyone in turn with kisses and hugs, introducing her son, who was goggle-eyes at all the new people. But her smile dimmed when she caught sight of Charlie."When did you get back? Last I heard, you were wrestling dragons by the Russian steppes," she asked him.
"I just got back. So how are things for you? Married?" he queried, looking for a ring."No, just me and Draco. He's strong and so am I," she responded, her chin high in defiance.
After dinner, Hermione put Draco to bed under Ginny's watchful eye and went out for a walk. Charlie soon caught up to her with the explanation that Molly hadn't wanted her to wander alone, what with the way the forest around the Burrow had grow in the past few years. This was partially true- his mother had shoved him out the door with hissed instructions to find out what was going on with Hermione. But Charlie wasn't foolish enough to think she wanted to hear that."So, how long have you been back?"
Hermione glanced over at him momentarily then looked up at the stars. "I came back just before Draco was born, so about two years or so.""So where's the father then? Don't you think he might care?"
"I doubt it. That and I lost contact with him by the time I knew I was pregnant," Hermione replied."I was actually meaning your son. How could I know about his father?"
Hermione smirked, then jumped when a nightflyer came out to feed. She stumbled back into Charlie, who grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her."Hermione, don't you-" he began as something on her wrist started flashing.
"Oh, that's Draco. This indicator means he's awake again. I've got to get back; he probably wants his nappy changed.""I can help if you want. As second eldest of seven, I do believe I've had a little practice."
Hermione chuckled and agreed.
*****
"I really should be going. Thank your mother for a wonderful meal, but I really need to get Draco home," she said and apparated home.
*****
He stuck around the Burrow for a couple more days, but Hermione sent to reply to his owl. At this point, he asked Ginny for Hermione's address. He apparated a few blocks away from her house, mainly to give himself time to organize his thoughts. He knocked on the door, but when Hermione saw it was him, she tried to slam the door, but he wedged his foot in the door, and put his palm up on the door jab for good measure."Hermione, we need to talk."
"No we don't," she said, finally giving up on the struggle, letting go of the door and running towards the stairs.Charlie was across the room in two strides and had her by the arm. He pushed her up against a nearby wall, and stood over her, fire in his eyes.
"Why didn't you fucking tell me? Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell?""I was hoping-"
"Hoping what? That I would stand by and not lift a hand to help MY SON?!?" he stormed."Why not?" Hermione shot back, matching him for volume. "You left me alone after Remus died! I asked you to come visit, but you were BUSY!"
"So, because I care about my dragons, you think I wouldn't take care of the woman I love and any children we might have?" Charlie yelled, then stared at her, unable to process what he'd just said.Hermione was shocked too, but recovered enough to grab his head and kiss him hard. The floodgates unleashed, Charlie slammed her back against the wall again, attacking her body with tongue and teeth. Where the last time between them had been warm and gentle, this time they were both fierce and on fire. Her head rolled back and his mouth found her pulse, sucking on her neck like candy. He bit it lightly as her nails scratched along his back. Wasting no time with pleasantries, he muttered a spell that got rid of their clothes. He braced her legs on his hips and plunged in, pleased to note their heated words had had the same effect on both of them. She clung to him as the frenzied pace increased until they came, their cries mingling.
Hermione dropped her head onto his shoulder, then, noticing the still open door, waved her hand to close it. Draco began to cry upstairs as Charlie leaned his head against the wall and waited for his heartbeat to calm."So, what do you say we go upstairs and start the rest of our lives together?"
"Sounds like a great idea," Hermione said with a smile.
