The Burning Pen

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

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CHAPTER 18

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 18 ~ Into the Serpent’s Den

Hermione stood before the mirror and studied herself. She had brushed her hair to long, shining curls, and her simple, white silk nightgown clung to her curves perfectly. Her belly fluttered in anticipation. She had seduced Severus. First, she had made him run, flee her presence, then she had broken down his resistance using his own method of mind-fucking. She grinned as she thought about his weak efforts at refusal. True, she had not been as eloquent as he, but men did not need eloquence as much in seduction...they only needed to know a woman was ready to sate their appetites to be willing. She had felt so deliciously dirty saying those things to Severus, and yet, so powerful as his reactions washed over her, especially his anger at not being able to resist her. Now he waited for her, probably with all kinds of plans to physically exact his revenge from her willing body, revenge for making him run, and making him want her against his better judgement. No doubt he would be livid with lustiness.

She would make him wait a little while longer. She wouldn’t appear instantly at his door, like he had done at her flat. She would have him impatient and ready to plow through her softness like the animal he transformed into when he pressed between her thighs the minute she walked in the door. A small groan escaped her as she though of him ravaging her body, obscenities pouring from his lips, sweat pouring from his lean, pale body...then she came again, a small burst of pleasure that made her knees buckle. Twice in one night, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She bit her lip as the pulsing died down, then went to the loo to clean the juices from her thighs. She had plenty more.

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Completely naked, and pacing through his rooms like a big cat, Severus waited for Hermione to appear. At first, he planned to just grab her, rip off whatever article of clothing she dared dress herself in, throw her face first into the soft chair in front of the fireplace and fuck her raw in the”bitch” position for her audacity in seducing him. But that would be just what she wanted. He wanted to punish her with her own need...it would be more enjoyable that way. Hmm, maybe a slow burn this time...be gentle...let her wait, creaming herself, begging for fulfillment...His hand drifted down to his cock and stroked it absently as he considered her punishment. Yes...he would take his time, make her a shuddering, quivering, pleading mass of unmet desires, before giving her the brutal release she craved. Smiling darkly, he turned to the brightly flickering fireplace. With a wave of his hand, he subdued the bright flames, so the room was steeped deep in shadow. He then walked into his office and place a dampening spell on the entire area. He returned to his study and performed the spell again. Perfect. His thoughts turned back to Hermione.

The little minx. He couldn’t believe she managed to invoke the mind connection...and gods, the things she’d said to him, words he couldn’t believe came out of that sweet little mouth without the motivation of his cock slamming into her. He had learned that she talked dirty only when he was fucking her...or when very, very angry. It made him rock-hard to picture her doing those acts on his body, things he would definitely enjoy if he could keep from flinging himself on her at first contact.

Well, she had made her point. There was no legitimate reason to withhold himself from her pleasures. She wanted him. She loved him. She was no stranger to constant danger, and knew how to live with it. She was formidable, and a powerful witch as well. She could protect herself with a vengeance if the need arose. So, it was decided. Severus Arsenius Snape had himself a lover. A beautiful, intelligent young woman who loved him, who didn’t mind the need for secrecy...and who was a masochist to boot. He smirked. Fucking her wicked ex-potions teacher secretly probably turned her on. His cock throbbed at the illicitness of it all, the stolen moments of passionate pleasures that awaited them both. For the first time in a long time, Severus was actually anticipating the future. It was a pleasant feeling. A little disconcerting, but pleasant just the same.

She had been a thing of beauty in her impassioned pleas to him in the study earlier that night. First, a tender soul appealing to his emotional nature, then a wanton, desire-filled demoness, revealing her need for pain to find satisfaction. He doubted that she would ever want to be beaten or whipped or suspended in chains. At least he hoped not. He had seen too much of that at the dark revels, and while he did love to fuck Hermione hard until she was senseless with ecstasy, he would not like to abuse her that way. He hoped she ultimately preferred his cock as her only tool of torture.

Where the hell was she?

Wait. Was that the door? Severus growled with anticipation, and silently slipped into the shadows. The game was about to begin.

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Hermione walked down the corridor, dressed in only her nightgown, holding her wand in her hand. One of the rules of the wizarding world was you went no where without your wand. She stopped at Severus’ office, tried the handle and found the door unlocked. She smiled, and opened it. She entered, then closed and warded the door. The office was dark. “Lumos,” she said softly. The tip of her wand glowed dimly. She shook it. The light should have been brighter. The bookcase door leading to Severus’ private rooms was partially open. She could see dim firelight flickering through the crack. Her stomach was in knots as she approached the entry. It was so quiet.

“Severus? Severus, I’m here,” she called, walking slowly to the door, cracking it wider and peering in.

He gave no answer. This was eerie.

She entered further to the center of the room. Her wand’s dull light was next to useless. “Nox,” she whispered and the tip went out. She looked around the study. “Severus?” she called again. Still no response. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her. She spun, her wand at the ready, but no one was there. Her peripheral vision saw movement flash by her, and she spun again, bending her knees and taking up a defensive stance. What was going on here?

Her senses intensified. She heard small stealthy movements. “Severus?” she called again, her voice sounding hollowly. “Severus? Are you here? Answer me...”

Severus crouched in the far corner, on his haunches, watching the young witch scan the room, a bit frightened, ready to fight what she couldn’t see. His muscles bunched...

Hermione peered into the flickering shadows, the light playing tricks on her eyes, creating movement where there wasn’t any. Where was Severus. Had he been Summoned again? She turned slowly, wand first, in a small circle, keeping her balance centered low. Something didn’t feel right.

Suddenly she was grabbed roughly from behind, and pulled tight against a hard body. A hand clasped itself over her mouth, and her wand hand was held securely by the wrist. She struggled, and tried kicking back, but met nothing but air. Then she heard it, a low, sexy chuckle. Severus. The hand over her mouth slowly slid down, over her throat, her breast, to wrap possessively around her mid-section.

Severus, standing behind her, held her tightly against him, one arm securely around her waist, his other hand gripping her wrist, trapping the hand which held her wand. Severus shifted against her curves deliciously as he relieved her of her wand.

“You won’t be needing this,” he hissed, tossing her wand into the darkness.

He was naked.

Hermione creamed herself.


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