The Burning Pen

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Snippet #5

"Lie down, Hermione," the Potions Master said, licking his lips as he looked at the naked witch before him, her knickers still in his hand.

He brought them to his large nose and inhaled her scent deeply, closing his eyes in pleasure.

"I love the musk of you," he breathed as Hermione lay down on the sheet-covered pallet.

They were in an empty room in the upper turret of Hogwarts, one that was being renovated. Hermione had been on patrol and Professor Snape had waylaid her, again.

"Will it be tonight?" Hermione asked him, rolling her hips a bit as she looked up at the wizard, who began undressing.

Severus shook his head as he took off his robes.

"No, not tonight, Hermione...it will be some time before I give you what you desire," he replied softly, looking down at the curly patch of chestnut hair between her shifting thighs. "But I will bring you some relief...some pleasure while taking my own."

The Professor stripped down to his boxers, but did not remove them. This was as close as he dared to come to fully undressing with the witch. He knew once he took off that final article of clothing, Hermione's Granger's virginity was history. But still, he liked to tease himself, to come close and draw away. The witch was something to be savored and besides, this way he kept her hunger for him on high. When he did take her...she would be more than ready. But tonight, there were other pleasures to be had.

The wizard dropped to his knees before the witch, then fell forward and kissed her, not allowing his body to come in contact, only his mouth. He lapped at her gently, reveling in her sweetness and heat. Hermione Granger was his only contact with innocence in the brutal, violent world in which he lived, his only solace against the darkness that surrounded him. He meant to keep her relatively innocent until this madness was over...but keep her for himself.

Hermione moaned as his lips moved down her body, leaving a trail of fire behind, the witch undulating beneath his lips, wishing he would lose his infuriating discipline and give her what she craved...his body entwined and interlocked with her own. It was a sweet torture, this wanting, this aching, this need for the pale wizard. No one compared to him, to his draw. Every night she dreamed of him...and every time she was with him intimately he denied her with crooned promises of more one day.

Severus drew closer to the prize, Hermione arching upward as his mouth brushed over her soft, pubic hair, pulling at it gently with his lips. Then the witch let out a little tormented cry as the wizard's supple tongue found the center of her universe and claimed it as his own...
 

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