The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 2

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 2 ~ Woes of a Semi-Successful Seductress

Hermione was determined to take a lover. It had been almost a year since she and Severus had been intimate, and her run-in with him at Snape Manor had left her angry, frustrated and she had to admit, randy as hell. But Severus wasn’t the only man with a cock. His certainty that she would call on him to relieve her made her furious. She looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a modest tawny-colored dress, that draped the curves of her body flatteringly, and matched her lovely amber eyes. She wore her hair up, pinned in a simple but elegant style, and had applied a touch of shadow, liner and gloss. She wore open-toed flats, her toenails painted gold. She looked approachable, but not on the prowl. Which she would be.

Hermione spun around one more time in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. She looked good enough to shag, she was sure. She was excited at the prospect of having sex again, trying out her new skills, and having a real cock-induced orgasm for a change. She headed out the door, feeling positively wicked.

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Severus sat in his armchair, leaning forward, watching the scene unfold before him through the scrying mirror. He had been bored, and decided to look in on Hermione. Usually she was in bed reading. Doing nothing exciting. Sometimes he could catch her in the loo or the bath. Not often enough though. Yet he was happy he tuned in on her tonight after their little row. Hermione had gone to a club in muggle London. She looked delicious, much like the lioness in her dream. His cock throbbed as he watched her move through the crowd of chatting, carousing people. She had a predatory look, as if she really were a lioness, and she were hunting. She dismissed the few men who swooped in on her, trying out their luck. But she seemed to have someone specific in mind, luck wasn’t in the mix.

She tensed, looking at something off-mirror, then smiled a slow, sexy smile. Severus felt his blood heating up at the look in her eyes. The mirror followed her over to the bar, where a young blonde-haired man stood, drinking a beer. He was a handsome chap, blue-eyed, broad-shouldered with narrow hips, much different than Severus in features and body type. Hermione met his eyes and said something to him. The young man smiled as his eyes raked over her body, then returned to her face, with a distinct look of interest. Hermione then molded her body against the man, and whispered something in his ear. The look of interest quickly became a look of shocked amazement, and he nodded swiftly at Hermione, who then took his hand and led him through the crowd and out the back door of the club.

Once outside, Hermione grabbed the young man and kissed him soundly. He quickly caught on, his hands at once going to her breasts and squeezing them appreciatively, before sliding down over her thighs, then around to her ass, pressing her into him. Severus felt his balls tighten at the hungry, feral look on the young witch’s face as she ground herself against him. Then she said something else to the man, at which he licked his lips and reached for her breast again. Damn, Severus wished the mirror had sound. Hermione leaned against blue-eyes again as he felt her up, then abruptly pulled away and practically dragged him down the alley and into London proper. They walked to the Leaky Cauldron, and Hermione kept his attention thoroughly enough by caressing the front of his trousers, that he hardly noticed the odd assortment of characters in the pub as they walked through. He was like a puppy on a lead.

When they got to the back door of the pub, Hermione whispered something else in the man’s ear, and he looked puzzled, but nodded. Hermione pulled a black, silk hankerchief from between her breasts, and tied it around the young man’s eyes as he fondled her, nostrils flared. He slightly humped his body against hers, looking all the world like a randy bull.

Hermione led him by the hand to the bricks that opened on Diagon Alley. She tapped them with her wand and they walked through. Not many people were out and about, and they walked the several blocks to Hermione’s flat. Once outside the door, she unlocked it, then removed his blind-fold. He looked around, but before he could ask anything, Hermione was on him, kissing him deeply as she kicked the door open with the sole of her foot and dragged him inside.

Severus had never seen this side of Hermione. Hermione hadn’t seen this side of Hermione. She had no idea that it was her anger at Severus that made her so aggressive and determined to have another man pleasure her. It wasn’t as hard to seduce a male. They were usually very willing to be taken advantage of by a beautiful, horny woman. Hermione had just taken advantage of this fact. Severus would love to have Hermione seduce him. Not that it would take much.

“Fuck me, Severus.”

“Certainly.”

When the couple was inside, they backed their way into Hermione’s bedroom, kissing passionately the entire time. Once in the room, Hermione pulled away from the young man and began to strip off her clothes. He watched her for a moment, then quickly followed suit, rushing through the buttons of his shirt, hopping on one foot as he took off one shoe, then the other. He didn’t bother with his socks as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down with his boxers. He was no Severus to be sure, but his average-sized cock stood at attention, red and ready.

Hermione, naked now and inviting, grasped his cock and pulled him toward the bed, where she fell back, and he fell on top of her. There was no foreplay. Severus snorted. What an idiot not to take advantage of exploring her luscious body. He could be licking, tasting, fingering...Severus shuddered as memories of their time together flooded back. He shook it off and looked back at the mirror.

They were in the missionary position, with the young blond-haired man’s face against her throat, already thrusting into her with gusto. She was beginning to respond, her body rocking rhythmically beneath him, her hips starting to meet his thrust. Severus watched as the man began to thrust faster and faster, until he suddenly stiffened, lifting his head, his mouth open in a silent shout as he strained against her for several moments, then collapsed.

Severus shook his head. Too fast. She couldn’t have come. Sure enough, the young man was talking to her, an apologetic look on his face. She nodded and gave him a little smile, and he rolled off her, and lay on his back, looking sated. Prick.

Hermione sat up and left the bed. The mirror followed her as she walked. She put on her robe, reached in the pocket and extracted her wand. She returned to the bed, and without hesitation, pointed the wand at the young man, who partially sat up, looking surprised. She cast a spell and the man’s face took on a dazed look. Then she cast another spell and he was fully dressed.

Taking him by the hand, Hermione walked him through her apartment, to the front door. She put something into his hand, before she opened the door. She unceremoniously pushed him outside, and pointed her wand at him. She said something, and the object in his palm glowed blue, then he was gone.

“Portkey,” Severus thought.

Hermione locked and warded the door behind him. That was one lover boy who wouldn’t be coming back. She returned to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed, head lowered, her hair hiding her face. She sat there for a while, unmoving and then got up and walked to the bathroom, where she ran a hot bath. Severus watched as she disrobed and lowered her body into the steamy, frothy water. She took a washrag and washed herself thoroughly, scrubbing with some effort until her skin was pink. Then she lay back and closed her eyes. Severus muttered the spell to end the scrying.

He wasn’t sure about how he felt about Hermione fucking another man. It might have been arousing to watch, if her partner had been an adequate, inventive lover who made her respond with that delicious passion he had experienced with her. Severus wasn’t above a little voyeurism as long as it was worth watching. To say he was jealous was reaching. He wasn’t. Hermione had a right to sleep with who ever she wanted. He was more like envious of the fool. He had an opportunity to share a night of pleasure with a beautiful woman in any number of delightfully twisted ways and he just humped her for a moment or two, and was done. Severus couldn’t even consider what Hermione had just done as fucking. Hell, he felt a little sorry for her. It was obvious she needed a good, hard screw, and all she got for her efforts was a couple of thrusts and a squirt or two.

Well, there was a bright side to this. Surely she had made a comparison between him and her little fling-ding. Severus was probably looking mighty good right now in the shagging department. Frustration did it before, it could do it again, he mused. Still...he needed to make himself more visible to Hermione. Out of sight, out of mind. He needed to formulate a plan where she would see him, be near him in as close proximity as possible, as often as possible He brooded for a good moment, then a slow, sly smile crossed his face. Oh yes. That might work quite nicely.


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A/N: Nothing like a little voyeurism to wet the ...whistle. Too bad it wasn’t a great show.

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