The Burning Pen

A Looping of the Scales by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 52

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Chapter 52 ~ A Bit of Prep

Madame Pince was surprised to see Hermione in the library so early on a Sunday morning. She usually didn’t come around until the evenings on the weekends because of her tutoring obligations, and lately, she hadn’t come at all. The librarian didn’t know she had access to a far more interesting library down in the dungeons.

Still the witch was in the Restricted Section, and she was taking quite a bit of time in there. Normally she was in and out within five minutes.

Hermione skulked around the Restricted Section, trying to look as if she were just browsing about, wandering through the aisles. She passed the “adult reference” section several times, drumming up the courage to take out the book, “His Erotic Zones: Pleasuring the Male Anatomy.”

Well, one thing would be clear when she checked that book out. Her studying had absolutely nothing to do with the NEWTS. Hermione wished it came with a plain, parchment cover, so Madam Pince wouldn’t see the title. She couldn’t smuggle it out. It would trigger alarms and she’d be banned from the library.

Gods, if only Madam Pince was a few centuries younger.

Well she was only in her late seventies, but she seemed especially old this morning, probably because Hermione felt it must have been ages since the librarian had sex of any sort. Hermione would have been surprised and rather squicked to know that the rejuvenated Filch was giving Madam Pince squib juice quite regularly now that his bones and boning abilities were in order. And they still had to use protection. Witches were fertile well past one hundred in most cases.

In fact, Irma, that was her name, had just had her toes nicely curled the night before by the caretaker, so when Hermione plunked the book down, open to the back so Irma could stamp it, she did so, then closed the cover and smiled.

”It’s a very informative book. You’ll get a few good pointers from that one,” she said simply, handing it to a stunned Hermione, who had been looking at the floor as if something interesting was down there.

Madam Pince smirked naughtily at the expression on Hermione’s face, and suddenly didn’t look her age.

”What? Just because there’s snow on the castle turrets, Miss Granger, doesn’t mean there’s not a roaring fire burning in the hearth below.”

Hermione just blinked at her, murmured a “thank you” and hurried out of the library.

Arrgh. Madam Pince having sex. Not an image Hermione cared to carry with her.

Clutching her book to her chest, Hermione hurried to Gryffindor tower, passing students on their way down to breakfast. Harry, Ron and Ginny saw her. Ron was carrying a little wicker basket in his hand.

”Hey, Hermione!” they called, but she turned bright red, threw one hand at them in greeting and scurried up the next shifting landing. They all looked after her.

”What was that all about?” Harry asked, puzzled.

Ron shrugged.

”She probably found some dusty old book that no one’s checked out in years,” Ron said knowledgably. “She loves that and spends hours looking for information no one’s looked at in years. Now come on. I have to get some food and collect Susan from Hufflepuff house. We’re having breakfast outside. Want to join us? We’re going to walk by the lake.”

”Sure,” Harry and Ginny said together. Sharing Sunday breakfast by the lake sounded nice.

”Let’s go then,” Ron said, picking up the pace a little.

Hermione hurried through the common room, up the stairs and rushed into her room, closing the door behind her. She put the book down on the bed, removed her robes and got comfortable. She climbed into her bed and lay on her stomach, opening the book on her pillows and began reading.

The book was quite—candid and had hand-drawn illustrations that moved when focused on.

Wow.

Hermione turned the book this way and that, her face bright pink most of the time as she absorbed the material. Severus wasn’t going to be the only one with new tricks. Hermione felt knots forming in her belly just thinking about doing some of the things in this book to Severus. How would he react?

She hoped he’d bathed well or she’d have to send him to the shower before they got started. But he had been squeaky clean last time, when she had just simply come to him after class. He didn’t seem to mind it at all the way he went at her. She had no way of knowing that Snape enjoyed her natural scent and taste rather than that of soap and perfume.

Hermione went to a page called “The Short List of Stimulation” that gave the basics actions necessary to drive a man wild in a numbered list. It read as follows:

1. Hold of the scrotum with your whole hand and massage it gently with gripping movements.

2. Stimulate the testicles with gentle rolling movements of your fingers.

3. Tickle the scrotal skin with your finger tips.

4. A part of the penis is hidden partly inside and partly behind the scrotal sack. Palpitate your fingertips between the testicles or at the side under the scrotum and massage this part of the penis.

5. Take hold of his breast with your whole hand and massage gently with gripping movements.

6. Massage gently around the nipples with a finger tip.

7. Squeeze the nipples with your fingers, varying from gentle nip to harder pressure.

8. The parts between his legs will engorge when sexually excited and bulges outward. Stimulate this area by squeezing it between your fingers, pressing down against the urethra or massaging up and down along the urethra, switching between gentle and harder handling.

9. Stimulate the navel by sticking a finger into it and tickling, alternating between light, gentle, slow tickling, and harder sharper tickling.

10. Stimulate the groove between the navel and the penis by massaging up and down with the tip of your fingers.

11. Move your fingers up and down between the buttocks from the spine to the opposite end.

12. Gently massage the inner side of each buttock with your fingertips.

13. Tickle the region deep inside the cleft very near the anus with your fingertips.

After that came instructions for rectal stimulation and prostate massage, but Hermione felt she’d skip that portion, probably the buttocks entirely. It sounded as if she’d need some protective hand wear to explore that much. Ah—no..

She then read a detailed section on fellatio, or the art of sucking a man’s penis. There were a lot of techniques. Deepthroating was an acquired skill that took time to perfect, but there were easier methods of mouth massage that were possible even for novices. Suction was important, but gentle suction and being careful with the teeth. But teeth could be used to nibble on the glans (head) shaft, and scrotum.

Hermione imagined part of the pleasure men felt had to be related to the fear factor of possibly being bitten down there. The tongue was important too, licking and tickling an important part of its usage. The lips could also be used for massage. Apparently, sucking a cock properly required more than just sticking it into your mouth and drawing in.

There was also a section on hand massage. Lubrication and gentleness was also very important. You weren’t supposed to just grab it and start jerking. Actually a penis could take a little roughness no matter how it was handled, but it shouldn’t be pure roughness.

Hermione read on, fascinated by all the things she could do to Severus. A tongue tip could be substituted for a fingertip and a mouth could be substituted for a cupped hand. Feet, breasts, buttocks, almost every body part could be engaged in giving sexual pleasure.

Everything was just so—so interchangeable. The possibilities for rocking Snape’s world appeared to be endless.

Hermione really felt she needed to step up to the plate. Severus was so good that she needed to be just as good, if only for her ego. She had loved what he did to her, but she didn’t want to just lie there and be pleasured, no matter how good it felt. Well, not the entire time, anyway. It was just too passive, and Hermione wasn’t the least bit passive.

It was as if during the last encounter Severus had all the power, and Hermione had real power issues. No one was the boss of her, not even a sexually talented snarky young and recently youthened wizard who could make her cross-eyed. Severus’ toe-curling abilities needed competition. His feet needed to crack a few joints as well under her ministrations.

Hermione was a sexual being too. She knew she could aggressively make him feel pleasure and didn’t intend to be outdone. Plus, Severus had read those books and was probably intending on bedding her with no holds barred. Well, Mr. Lover, she wasn’t about to be left behind. Besides, if she gave him a good solid experience, he might not feel everything was as one-sided as it appeared to be. And maybe he wouldn’t pout between “sessions.”

Hermione smirked at this thought. When Snape was an adult wizard, she could have never imagined him pouting over anything. Maybe blasting something to bits, but not pouting. Well, that perception had been permanently changed.

Hermione stood up, walked over to her dresser, opened the middle drawer and pulled out a short white silk nightgown. She held it up and studied it, then retrieved her wand. She pointed at it and murmured a spell.

It turned Slytherin green and a bit translucent. She held it up against her body in the mirror and smiled crookedly.

Yes, tonight’s encounter would be much different than the first one.

Mama had skills.

Or would have if she applied what she’d learned from the short list.

Severus Snape was in for quite a surprise.

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Severus had been hitting the books himself. When Hermione didn’t show up at lunch for her usual studies, he became very, very excited. It wasn’t like her to skip her studies. Maybe, maybe she was staying away to make tonight even more special.

He could live with that.

Snape was glad he had his own quarters and didn’t have to go out into student population, because he’d been sporting wood ever since he’d awakened that morning. His usual morning erection was enormous, even bigger than it was the first night he was with Hermione.

”Is it still growing?” he wondered to himself as he pissed, pulling back the foreskin. It was so thick and long, but not as red as the first time. He furrowed his brow at it as he shook it off. Maybe usage made a cock bigger, like muscles grew larger from exercise. But damn, he’d only used it on a witch once. If this kept up, his tool could be registered as a deadly weapon, once he learned how to use it properly.

He smirked at the thought of it. According to the books he’d read, there were three main types of strokes a man used on a woman in combinations. There was the Thrust, when the whole body was involved, the Pump, where only the pelvis moved, and finally the Whirl, when the penis was fully inserted and the hips rolled to change its angle inside the witch. Mixing these movements up provided a variety of sensations for both partners. He intended to use them all tonight.

He also wanted to shag Hermione face to face. There were a number of very dominant ways to keep her legs spread and locked in place. Either he could do it, or position her so she did it. He wondered if she was able to wrap her ankles behind her head.

Snape placed his dinner order early although he wasn’t sure what time Hermione would arrive. He hoped at least by six-thirty or seven. That would give them four hours together. He didn’t plan on wasting a minute if he could help it. The meal was more nutritious this time and had three courses. A simple salad for an appetizer, chicken, potatoes and vegetables for a main course, and a slice of elderberry pie for dessert. He even ordered a sweet white wine, but had milk and pumpkin juice just in case. He had a little round table set up with a Slytherin green tablecloth, cloth napkins, real silverware and a little candelabra. He didn’t do flowers this time as she requested. He hoped everything would be nice enough. He wanted her to know he’d made an effort.

He spent the rest of the day reviewing and exercising his floor muscles, determined to make an even better showing than last time. Hermione Granger would not regret the allowances she’d made for him. He’d make sure of it.

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At seven o’clock the wall to Snape’s quarters slid up, and Hermione entered. Snape popped up from the armchair and hurried over to her. He stopped and stared at her. Her hair was shiny and curling. She wore loose fitting robes and smelled slightly of jasmine and desire. He looked down at her feet. She was wearing trainers.

”Hello Severus,” she said softly as he pulled the torch, lowering the wall quickly as if she’d try to escape him.

”Hi,” he said rather thickly. “You look very pretty. Your hair isn’t bushy.”

”No. I worked on it. It takes a lot of work to make it look like this,” she told him.

”It’s nice,” he said, then an awkward silence followed. He cleared his throat and caught her arm gently, walking her toward the table.

”Have a seat, and I’ll have the House Elves bring the appetizer,” Snape said, pulling out her chair and helping her to sit down. Hermione looked at the cloth napkins, silverware, wineglasses and candelabra with a smile.

”This is very nice, Severus,” she said, and the wizard beamed at her for a moment before turning, going to the fireplace and throwing in some Floo powder. He ordered the appetizer and joined her at the table.

”Our meals going to be more—adult,” he said quietly. “A salad, entrée and dessert. I ordered wine too. But there’ll be milk and pumpkin juice.”

”That sounds wonderful, Severus. You’ve gone through a lot of trouble.”

”It’s no trouble, Hermione. I just want—I just want you to be pleased,” he said, his eyes searching her face.

”I’m very pleased, Severus. It’s quite romantic to be honest. So—adult.”

”We are adults, Hermione. Just young ones. But, I’m going to learn all about etiquette, wines. music and romantic gestures. Just give me a bit of time and I’ll be the most romantic wizard you’ve ever met. Not cheesy romantic either. Truly romantic, like a lover is supposed to be. You’ll have fine meals and—whatever you want—“

Hermione looked down at her plate, suddenly feeling very shy as Snape declared his intentions.

”Let’s eat, Severus,” she said softly.

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A/N: And the night begins. :) Informative little chappie,. Eh? Almost like a little primer for driving men wild. Lol. Just one of the side benefits. Feel free to test them out, ladies. Of course, I’ll want details <g> Thanks for reading. ***

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