Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR. The situations are mine.
This is a roleplay scene taken from the story \"A Matter of Matrimony\" on AFF.net. What is happening here is that Severus and Hermione had been enjoying wine in their rooms, when Hermione suggested that they relive when the Potions Master first let her know he knew she wanted him. Only in this version, Severus could act out what he would have liked to have done to her, instead of being restrained. They are on their way to the Room of Requirement to act out this fantasy. If you would like to read how it actually happened, you can go to Adultfanfiction.net and look for \"What Was I Thinking ~ Part 1\"
Chapter 32 ~ A Ravishing Conclusion
Sure enough, the door to the room of requirement was warded. Severus blasted the door open and stepped in imperiously. The sight that met him made him freeze in place. Hermione peeked around him.
The scene in front of him was a moonlit beach, complete with palm trees and a small bonfire. The sea was gently lapping the shore, but he couldn’t hear it for all the screaming and grunting coming from behind a small sand dune. Severus looked closely and saw an unmistakeable trail leading from the bonfire to behind the sand dune, a good twenty feet away. Good gods.
His entry hadn’t stop the activity going on behind the dune. He could hear bodies slapping together at an astounding pace. Whoever the young witch was, she was getting a good hard one. And the grunting and groaning was increasing as was the pitch of her screams of pleasure. Severus crossed his arms and waited. They were almost done after all. Hermione’s eyes were wide as saucers. Who’d have thought students had it in them?
Suddenly a gutteral howl came from the male voice, matched by the female’s yelping cry.
“Yes! Yes!” the male voice groaned, then fell silent.
Severus waited several seconds and then bellowed, “Who’s in here?”
A tousled head of black hair popped up over the sand dune.
“Prof…Professer Snape!” the young male voice rasped with terror. A blonde head popped up beneath his, the girl’s blue eyes wide with horror.
Severus recognized the boy. It was Justinian Wainwright, a seventh-year Slytherin. Well, well. He looked at the girl. Salia Yorgi, a Hufflepuff. A very pretty Hufflepuff.
“Get dressed,” Severus commanded. Both students hurriedly complied, then rose from behind the dune, straightening their robes and flattening their hair. Both looked on the brink of fainting.
“Come over here,” Severus said, in a calm voice. The two students approached and stood before him, their heads down. The girl was as red as a beet. Severus pointed at her.
“You, girl, get back to your house…now!”
Salia didn’t have to be told twice. She took one apologetic look at Justinian, and bolted past Severus and Hermione and out the door.
Justinian looked up at his Head of House.
“Sir,” he began, “I’m…”
“Silence. I don’t want to hear your excuses, Justinian,” Severus said, looking down at the long trail leading from the fire to the sand dune. He looked back at the boy.
“Apparently your scoring abilities aren’t limited to the Quidditch pitch,” Severus said, smirking a bit at the young man. “Fifty points to Slytherin.”
The boy looked at him, shocked. Severus looked again at the trail the young man had made while screwing the Hufflepuff witch.
“For leaving such an undeniable impression on a rival house,” he finished.
Justinian smiled broadly with relief.
“Now get back to Slytherin House. Don’t let me catch you at this again.” Severus said gruffly.
“No sir,” the seventh-year replied as he exited the room, still smiling. “Thank you sir.”
Hermione had her hands on her hips, frowning slightly at Severus, who was shaking his head at the trail. He looked up at her. “What?” he asked as he noted her stance.
“That was horrible, Severus. Awarding points for having sex with a girl from a rival house. Really.”
“No,” said Severus, “He was awarded points for fucking the shit out of a girl from a rival house. He did Slytherin proud. Look at that trail! He started at the fire and drove her…”
“I can see, Severus,” Hermione said, starting to smile despite herself. Severus had shown a decided predilection for driving her across the bed, and she loved it. She decided not to say anything more about it. Plus, she was heating up again. It had been a bit arousing to witness the two students shagging. She was ready for a good fuck of her own. She caught him by the arm.
“Come on, Severus. Let’s leave the room so it can reset for us,” she said huskily, unable to hide the desire in her voice. She couldn’t wait to relive this altered reality. She wanted to know what he had really felt that day.
Severus looked at her, and his eyes became predatory. He walked out without a word and pulled the door shut behind them. After a minute or two, they returned to the room. It was the perfect replica of the corridor where Severus intercepted Hermione after her row with Ron. He swallowed as that memory came back to him.
He had purposely set himself in her way so she would collide with him. Then he had let her know he knew that she wanted him to take her virginity. His cock throbbed at the memory. She had been so embarrassed, but so turned on despite it.
He looked down at Hermione, who was dressed in her school robes, over her school uniform, looking fresh-faced and somewhat virginal. He let out a small growl. She shivered.
“Let’s start at the collision,” they said together. Severus smirked as Hermione laughed out loud.
“Remember to stay in character, Hermione. No leaping on me. This is my show, ok?” Severus said, looking at her and licking his lips in anticipation.
“Ok,” she replied, starting up the corridor.
Suddenly she slammed into something hard enfolded in something soft. She staggered back, and slowly lifted her eyes to meet the hard scowl of the Potions Master. He stood there, arms folded, as his black eyes raked over her. She felt light-headed for a moment as a sensation curiously like melting hit her midsection. She wobbled a bit, then drew in a slow calming breath, hoping he hadn’t noticed her reaction to his slow perusal. Gods, she wanted him.
“Miss Granger,” he said with a purr, dragging the silk of his voice over each word uttered. “Do you make it a habit of blindly traversing corridors where unsuspecting yet fully aware individuals travel with a modicum of regard for others, not expecting to have a collision with anyone, much less you?”
“No sir. Sorry sir.”
“Yes. I imagine you are,” he said with a bit of an edge. “And where, pray tell, were you barreling off to before you were…momentarily indisposed?”
“The library, sir. To do a bit of research,” Hermione answered, dropping her head to keep from looking into those captivating eyes. She swallowed reflexively.
Severus drummed his fingers on one forearm.
“Ah yes, the library. The place that you believe holds all the answers to the things that baffle you.”
“Well sir,” Hermione said, her voice gathering strength as she met his gaze again. “Maybe not all the answers, but enough information so that I can figure out the rest on my own.”
“Yes. I see. Relying on that great, know-it-all Gryffindor brain of yours to divine the truth behind all mysteries, great and small,” the Potions Master sneered.
Affronted, Hermione shot back, “This “know-it-all” brain as you so ineptly put it, has served me pretty well these past seven years. There is no problem that logic and intelligence cannot work out, given enough information and time.”
“Really now?” said the Professor with a sardonic smirk. “So tell me, how does that great brain of yours wrap itself around the idea that you want me pumping and panting under those robes of yours?”
Hermione’s heart almost stopped with shock. He knew. Oh gods, he knew! Color flushed up from the neck of her robes, bathing her entire head in a shade of red that would make even the Weasleys envious.
“I don’t know what…” she began weakly, trying to shield herself from his knowing eyes with a big, fat dollop of denial. He cut her off.
“Don’t look so shocked, Miss Granger. I am a grown wizard. Do you really think that I don’t know when a woman wants me to bed her? Save your lies, Miss Granger. They are wasted on me. Besides, I didn’t say I wasn’t…shall we say… intrigued by the idea. There aren’t many eighteen year old virgins queuing up to offer me their ripe little cherries, after all.”
Hermione felt faint. The corridor began to spin wildly as the floor flew at her face. Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her forearm, jerking her upright before she collided with the rushing stone. Severus pulled her to him, pressing his body against hers firmly, enjoying the feel of her curves
against him. He hardened.
“Oh no you don’t, Miss Granger,\" he purred against her ear. \"You won’t wriggle your way out of this situation by fainting.”
Severus pulled his wand out of his left robe pocket and pointed it directly between the dazed witch\'s eyes.
Hermione’s head cleared and she found herself pressed tightly against the Potions Master’s lean body. She could feel his erection hard against her belly. She gasped.
“Is this what you want, Miss Granger?” Severus hissed, rubbing his cock against the young witch’s body, and feeling her shudder with desire.
Suddenly he turned her, pressing her back against the stone wall, continuing to grind against her, while whispering in her ear, “You want to be fucked by your Potions Master, don’t you, you silly girl?”
He covered her mouth in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply, tasting her innocence, her desire. She moaned and moved against him, trembling. He pulled back from her and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him with her wide, scared amber eyes. He still pressed his cock against her.
“Yes, you do want me to fuck you, don’t you? Don’t you, Miss Granger? You dream about me. You touch yourself and think of me. Tell me. Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He began to unbutton her robes, his eyes locked into hers. She was panting.
“You’re a virgin, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, Professor,’ she gasped as he rolled himself against her.
“Do you want to stay a virgin?”
“No…I want…I want….”
“Me to fuck you…to pop your cherry. Make you a woman. Here. Now.”
He pulled her robes apart, and having no patience, tore her blouse open and pulled a breast free from her cotton bra. He squeezed it experimentally, and she groaned, thrusting up at him, begging without knowing what it was she was begging for. He dropped his head and took her rose-tipped nipple into his mouth, grasping the other breast roughly with his hand and squeezing it as he suckled her hard.
“Oh, Professor,” she groaned, writhing beneath his ministrations.
He released her breast and slid his hand down her belly, to her soft pubic hair. She bucked under him, gasping with shock. He slipped his finger into her wetness and probed. He released her nipple and brought a wet finger up to his nose, sniffing her sweet scent, then popped his finger into his mouth, tasting her. Hermione watched him with wide eyes.
“Sweet,” he said. “I need more”
He pulled her away from the wall and half dragged her to the window. He sat her upon the sill.
“Hold on good, Miss Granger, or you may fall,” he hissed. Hermione placed both her hands on the window’s stone frame to balance herself. Severus kneeled, and reached under her skirt, grasping her panties and yanking them down. He spread her thighs. Hermione started to protest.
“Be quiet!” he hissed, “or I won’t do what you so obviously need me to do.”
Hermione shut up.
Severus placed his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply, sighing. He spread her lower lips, and took a long lick of her. Hermione squealed.
“Shhh,” he said soothingly, then began to eat her out, sucking and licking her soft, wet inner skin, slipping into her with his tongue, holding her thighs firmly apart as he drank her sweetness. Hermione slid one hand into Severus’ silky black hair and drew him closer, moaning as the shuddering overtook her. She bit her lip against crying out as the orgasm hit her. She leaned back and would have fallen out the window, except that this window scene was exactly that. A scene. The room of requirement windows had no real depth. Severus rode out her release, drinking her in like fine wine. When her quivering ceased, he rose and kissed her, sharing her taste as his tongue possessed her mouth hungrily.
He began to unbutton his robes. “Now Miss Granger, I will show you why the symbol for Slytherin is a serpent.”
Severus opened the mind connection.
***I want you to try to back out. To try to run from me***
Hermione jumped off the window sill, blocked in by his lean body.
“Professor, I want to go.” She said, her lip trembling
“Go?” Severus asked, his eyes turning harsh. “I’m afraid not, Miss Granger. Not until I take what you so obviously want to give me.”
“But…but you’re a teacher!” she cried.
Severus pushed her back roughly against the sill with his body. “I am a man first, Miss Granger. Right now, a very aroused man with a young woman at his mercy, a woman he still can taste on his lips. I will not be denied.”
Hermione pushed by him and began to run up the corridor. He was faster and caught her in four strides, grabbing her around her waist and lifting her up against him as she kicked and struggled to get free.
“I see I will have to apply force, Miss Granger. I had hoped to have your cooperation, but it really doesn’t matter to me. You have told me your desires. I will fulfill them. Cold feet nonwithstanding. Perhaps we need to leave the hall however…I wouldn’t want your cries of pleasure attracting notice.”
He half-dragged, half carried the struggling witch down the corridor a ways, then pressed a stone. A door slid open, and he pushed her through, following her. The door slid closed behind them.
It was a small room, the size of a walk-in closet. One lantern suspended from the ceiling gave the room a dim light. Hermione backed up against the wall, panting with excitement as Severus began to finish unbuttoning his robes.
This was so hot.
“Take off your robes and uniform, Miss Granger,” he said in a dangerous voice.
“No, I won’t. You can’t do this!” she said, clasping her robes around her for protection.
Severus laughed wickedly, his black eyes sweeping over the cringing witch lustfully.
“Oh, you’d better believe I can and will do this, Miss Granger. You have sat in my class with the most lewd and delicious fantasies going through your head about me. I’ve watched myself fuck you at least twenty times in as many places in as many ways. Do you know how distracting it is to try to give a lecture when a young woman is creaming herself over just the sound of your voice? Do you know how hard it is to oversee a class brewing a potentially explosive potion, when you can smell that woman’s arousal every time you pass by her?”
Severus pulled off his robe, revealing a button down white shirt and black dress pants. He began unfastening his shirt, his eyes still on the delicious witch pressing against the wall as if trying to break through it. He continued.
“You may be a virgin, Miss Granger, but your fantasies are not virginal. Not one vision has shown me to be gentle or kind or loving. In every instance I was fucking you for all I was worth and you were screaming my name, wanting more. You have no notions of romance, Miss Granger. Your need for me is an animal passion, coming from your most primal core. You want to be fucked, and fucked you will be. I refuse to spend another night masturbating to a young woman’s dreams.”
His pale muscled chest and abdomen was exposed now, and he was working at his cuffs.
“Had it really been that way for him?” Hermione wondered, the need for him wracking her body as she continued acting out her role. He had described everything she was feeling toward him when in his classroom. She had wet her panties every time he stopped and examined her potion, standing close behind her, leaning over her shoulder. He had known that? What restraint he had.
He pulled his shirt off, his tightened muscles showing how tense he was. He began unbuttoning his pants, his huge erection straining against them.
“The detentions alone with you were the worst. I couldn’t leave my desk, my cock was so hard for you. All you did was think about me taking you, right there, practically begging me to throw you on a desktop, rip off your panties and fuck you senseless.”
He dropped his pants to the floor, and stepped out of them, wearing only his now familiar black silk boxers. The desire burning in his eyes was so powerful, it was hard to look at him. Hermione dropped her eyes to keep in character. She wanted to fling herself on him.
“Take off your clothes, Miss Granger…this is the last time I will ask you,” he said in a cold, harsh voice.
“No!” she cried, her voice high with pseudo-fear. “You let me go…I’ll tell!”
“I’m going to oblivate this little session, Miss Granger. Oh, you’ll feel I’ve been inside you, be sure of that, but you won’t remember it. So you see, there is nothing more to it, than you let yourself go and live your fantasy. Your clothes, Miss Granger. I want you naked.”
“No!” Hermione screamed at him.
Severus hesitated. The memory of his frustration and desire came back so real for him. He was feeling the same emotions he felt then. He had to wait the first time. But this was really what he wanted to do to the Gryffindor witch. Just take her, to hell with rules. To hell with her cold feet.
He covered the distance between them in one long stride, and began ripping the clothes off her as she screamed and pseudo-fought back. She was very convincing, and it turned him on immensely.
“Shut up!” he growled as he threw the shreds of her robe to the floor, tore her already ripped blouse from her and wrestled her bra over her head. She clawed at him, accidentally scratching his face. The sharp pain was like an aphrodisiac. He shook her harshly, then ripped her skirt off.
Hermione was naked now, and more excited than she could ever remember being as Severus dropped his silk boxers to the floor and kicked them away, pressing his cock against her belly, his hands roughly fondling every part of her struggling body he could reach. He forced his hand between her legs and thrust three fingers inside her, pumping them hard into her wetness, holding her against the wall with his arm pressed across her chest, raping her with his fingers, his breath hot and panting against her temple. She exploded, screaming, the hot gush of come drenching his hand.
He drew back, a triumphant look in his wild eyes. “Yes, Miss Granger, but there’s more, much, much more.” He licked his hand, holding her to the wall with the full weight of his body. She continued to struggle weakly, despite the delicious release she’d just experienced. This was something Severus had pent up inside him for almost two years. She was going to make it good for him.
Severus spun her around, slamming her against the stone wall hard, his cock pressed between her buttocks. He slid himself up and down between her cheeks, groaning, almost drooling, reaching around to hold on to her breasts tightly as his shaft slid between her cheeks. Hermione was trembling with need now, and pressed back against him for more feeling, waiting for him to let it go as he humped against her.
“You think you’re ready, don’t you?” he growled, slipping his hands to her shoulders and leaning back to watch his cock sliding between her struggling cheeks.
“Keep fighting,” she thought to herself. “He likes it.”
Severus suddenly stopped his motion, and leaned down to whisper silkily in her ear, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Miss Granger, and you’re going to love it.”
“No. Please, Professor! Don’t do this!” she cried out weakly against the wall, while wanting him to fuck her more than she ever wanted anything in her life. She struggled some more, pushing away from the wall. He slammed her back against it, then forced her shoulders down so she was bending over, only her cheek, upper torso and palms meeting the wall as he gripped her waist with one hand.
“Hold still,” he growled dangerously, positioning the swollen, leaking head of his cock against her opening.
“I wish I could watch him,” she thought as she felt him at her entrance, hot and pulsing.
Suddenly there was a shimmer on the right wall, and the stone transformed to a bright, shining mirror, showing Hermione bent to the wall facing it, and Severus standing behind her, his long, thick cock in his hand. He looked startled for a moment, then realized the room was responding to Hermione’s unspoken desire. He grabbed her waist with both hands and pulling her back to meet him, shoved his cock deep inside her, hitting bottom.
Hermione screamed. It felt as if he had shoved a hot, pulsing baseball bat inside her, he was so aroused. From her vantage point, she could see he was only two-thirds of the way in. They were connected by his thick, veined shaft, so engorged it looked like another leg. She could clearly see the blood pulsing beneath the silken skin.
He groaned at her tightness, the slide in was like penetrating hot, smooth velvet. Her pussy pulsed around him, adjusting to his size, bathing him in lubrication. He pulled out, and slammed himself into her again, eliciting another scream of pain/pleasure as he went deeper. He was three-fourths inside her now. He looked in the mirror and saw her glazed amber eyes watching him, tearing streaming down her cheeks, her mouth hanging open. He pulled out again, and slammed into her with all his might, his cock sinking into her up to his balls, watching her reaction in the mirror. Her eyes closed at first when he withdrew as if steeling herself, then flew open as he slammed home. She screamed, her face flushing, her small body jerking, more tears rolling down her face. Oh he loved that.
His hands moved from her waist to her shoulders and he gripped them tightly as he began to fuck her soundly, pulling her into his stroke faster and faster, plunging into her wetness, swiveling his hips and rolling his shaft inside her, watching his cock sink in and out of her in the mirror, glistening with her plentiful juices. Hermione was in the throes of passion, her mind being taken in the first few strokes. She was calling out his name and he answered her with harder, deeper strokes at every pronunciation. He released one of her shoulders, leaning back, bending his knees and pumping into her at a steeper angle. He was rewarded with a piercing cry, and the insensible, beautiful babbling that fell from her lips when he was feeling too good for words.
Wanting more, he forced himself upward, making Hermione rise to the balls of her feet, standing on tip-toe, and still he shifted her womb with his size, making her cry out over and over again. He guided her with one hand, hauling her over his gyrating length, her jerking body caressing his cock, her pink flesh succulent, squishing, yielding then unyielding, causing hot ripples of pleasure to race up and down his embedded shaft as he rode her with increasing brutality, taking every inch of her, and forcing even more room for his possession, sweat beginning to drip off her body, giving her a beautiful sheen.
Hermione watched her Potions Master thrusting into her, aware of nothing but the pounding of his long, pale body, his thick cock inside her, deriving pleasure from his pleasure, his lust, his love, even his jealousy as he claimed her yet again and again, his rich voice cursing under his breath when she bucked against him, and holding her steady so he could drive deeper and deeper, seeking the golden center of her, where the coil was, tightly wound and ready to release a shower of warmth and clenching, clasping delight. He fucked her hard, reaching around her waist and hunching into her, grunting and growling, pulling her from the wall so he could bounce off of her, feeling her body rocking in his arms helplessly from the force of his stroke. His hair hung in a swaying curtain around his face, and his eyes were closed in concentration, lost in sensation, plunging into her, becoming her pulse and heartbeat, her inhalation and exhalation, thumping against and into her softness, stimulating her, encouraging her, feeling the heat beginning to build, her belly tightening under his arms, matching the tightening of his balls as they slapped against her, the pace increasing, growing, growing as he laid track inside her, firing her sensitive walls with the luscious friction of his dipping cock, and she felt the ballooning, the swell of intense pleasure and surrender, crying out to him to stroke her deeper, take her over the beautiful edge she was standing on, and he slammed into her with a gutteral cry, a slave to her need, puncturing the bubble, feeling her burst forth hot, wet, clamping pressure sucking at his shaft, collapsing around the head, pleasure beyond pleasure as he shot into that perfect bliss, shuddering, burrowing deep into her and holding, holding as he pulsed and released, and pulsed and released, his vision blurring, his chest tightening with emotion, that she took this, all of this, to please him, to fulfill a unfulfilled fantasy, because she shared his passions, because she loved him. He lowered himself to the floor, pulling her down with him, and leaned her back against his chest, kissing her throat tenderly, wrapping his arms around her belly, feeling her shuddering and a swell of love that was indescribable.
He pressed his lips to her damp temple and whispered, “Thank you, Hermione. That was…more than amazing…”
“How about life-altering?” she suggested with a tired, sated little smile, lolling her head against his chest. She shifted against him. “You certainly are a good actor, Severus. A sexual thespian.”
She felt the rumble of his laughter against her back.
“I’m not sure I was acting,” he murmured back, “taking you like that has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. You were made for ravishing, my dear.”
Hermione’s eyes drifted over the torn robes and clothing left behind.
“It seems like you were made to ravish,” she replied softly.
“Only you,” he whispered silkily, nuzzling her ear with his nose. “Do you suppose…we could add this…activity to our short list of deviations? I enjoy it immensely, and you have such a talent…”
“You want to rape me on a regular basis?” Hermione asked, her eyebrows raised as she looked at him through the mirror.
His dark eyes glittered. “Yes.”
“I’m sure it can be arranged,” she said, aware that her masochistic nature was reaching new heights. Good thing she had lost her fear of heights.
There followed many a night, when a relatively unsuspecting Hermione Granger was accosted and brutally assaulted in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts by a tall, dark-eyed, silken-voiced pseudo-stranger.
And she didn’t complain a bit.
A Ravishing Conclusion by Ms_Figg