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“That’s quite a proposal, Miss Granger,” Professor Snape commented, peering at her over his teacup.
“Yes...well,” she swallowed against the nervous butterflies rushing through her. “Professor, I believe it’s a logical progression in our rela--in our friendship.”
“You’re still calling me ‘professor’. That’s not exactly conducive to the kind of arrangement you’re suggesting.” Though he sounded bored, Hermione saw the spark of interest in his eyes--watched the subtle shift of his hips as if he was trying to get comfortable.
“Severus, then,” Hermione smiled. “Although...I suppose the ‘professor’ moniker could be negotiated if you wish.”
“Miss Granger--”
“Hermione.”
Severus sighed. “Hermione.”
He placed his cup and saucer on the table next to him and leaned forward. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him. “You’re still my student.”
“My last N.E.W.T. is tomorrow.”
“You’re young.”
“I’m nineteen. Of age in both Wizarding and Muggle societies.”
“It’s...you’re..” He was clearly at a loss for words. Hermione never thought she would see Professor Snape--Severus--in that kind of predicament.
She looked down at her hands. She had been nervous, of course, but she had really believed that Severus was interested in her. Over the course of her Eighth Year, she had spent more time with him than she had with her peers. Perhaps she’d misinterpreted his friendship, misunderstood the look in his eyes she sometimes saw. Maybe the heat she thought she’d seen and felt wasn’t really there.
“I...I’m sorry,” Hermione stammered, standing so abruptly that her shins hit the tea table in front of the sofa. “My apologies. I--I should leave. I thought...Anyway, I’ll be going now. I have the Charms N.E.W.T tomorrow, and I really should be studying.”
She was halfway to the door--halfway to her cloak and school bag--when she heard his soft, commanding voice behind her.
“Stop.”
Hermione’s feet stopped moving on their own accord. It was like her body knew to obey him before her mind could catch up to what he was saying. “Professor?”
“Severus,” he corrected her again. “And I don’t believe that one will be up for negotiation.”
She felt his presence behind her--felt his breath ruffle her curls before his hands settled on her shoulders and traced their way up and down her arms.
A nod was all she could muster. If she was honest, Hermione would admit that she had thought about this for ages. She had thought about being this close to Severus. Alone in her dorm at night, she had touched herself with the thought that it was his hands all over her.
If she was honest, that is.
“A truth for a truth. That was the deal, wasn’t it? When we started this...friendship at the beginning of the school year? A truth for a truth?” Severus murmured. His voice was low, but the tone of it--the deep, rasping quality--was going straight to her core. The change in his demeanor was sudden, but it thrilled her. It seemed like he had been holding back as much as she had.
She nodded again. “Ye--yes.”
“A truth, then.” His hands moved down to her hands, and he laced their fingers together. “I want you, Hermione. Make no mistake about that.”
“But--” She started.
“I will not, however, touch you until after your exams are complete.”
Hermione swallowed, not daring to point out that he was touching her now. She knew what he meant. “Yes, Severus,” she whispered.
He groaned but didn’t move. His hands tightened around hers. “A truth for a truth, Hermione. That’s the deal.”
“Oh…” she squeezed his hands in return and couldn’t help but lean back against his hard, warm body. “I read...a lot. And I want to continue our--our agreement. Our game. A truth for a truth.”
“You read a lot? That’s hardly an equal truth as it is common knowledge. I’m not sure that counts. Regardless, I require that our friendship not suffer. So…” He nuzzled into her hair. “What is it, Hermione? I have admitted to wanting you. What do you admit?”
She wrapped her arms around herself, then froze, realizing that their hands were still entwined. He was holding her now.
“A truth for a truth. An admission for an admission. A confession for a confession,” she said.
“Hermione--” He growled.
“A kink for a kink,” she whispered as her hips tilted back to meet his. His cock was hard, and she could only imagine what he would feel like against her bare skin--had imagined it already, really.
Severus was silent for so long that she thought she had scared him off. When he spoke, his voice sent shivers down her spine. “That is quite the evolution of our...game, Hermione.”
That’s how it started.
A truth for a truth. A kink for a kink. Two consenting adults having a bit of fun. An arrangement between a man and a woman. A simple little game between two friends.
It may have been, admittedly, a rather high-stakes game. But it was still just that-- a game . Hermione and Severus were just friends. That was it.
The arrangement hadn't meant anything real when she arrived at his office after her last exam. Or when she surprised him by not wearing any knickers. Or when he took her over his desk for the first time.
It was a game . It was simple .
That is…until it wasn't so simple anymore. Until it wasn't just two people having a bit of fun.
Suddenly, a truth for a truth--a kink for a kink--was more .
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“Severus…” Hermione whined. “Severus, please.”
“Please what, my girl?” he thrust into her again, causing the vibrator to rock against her clit. The extra movement nearly sent her over the edge. Again.
“I--I can’t. Not again. Severus, please! It’s too much. I...I--”
“You can,” he nearly growled. “This was my request, Hermione--and you agreed.”
“But--”
He thrust again. “You’ve only come four times. You owe me one more.”
“But I can’t!” Hermione panted. It was the truth as she knew it. Even as he continued to fuck her, even as he pressed the vibrator onto her clit, even as pleasure coursed through her body--she couldn’t come again. She couldn’t .
“You will.”
His hips snapped more quickly now, and he was losing his rhythm. She knew what was next. He was going to come and fill her with his seed and--
“Now, my girl!” He demanded. “Come now!”
Hermione might have screamed his name. She begged and pleaded, but she didn’t know for what. Her entire world had narrowed down to the feeling of him pumping inside her as he, too, spent himself. She was nothing but a bundle of nerves and stimulation and pleasure.
Severus pulled out of her and turned off the toy. She didn’t even have the energy to open her eyes, but she felt him lay down beside her and pull the sheet over their sweat-slick bodies.
“Merlin,” he said once their breathing finally evened out.
“Seconded,” she said, unable to hold back a small smile of contentment. She rolled to curl into his side, wincing at the movement.
His dark eyes immediately filled with concern, his mouth curving down into a frown. “You’re hurt. I should have been more careful. Let me get a pain potion and--”
“Severus,” she stopped him, cupping his jaw. “I’m okay. Just a bit sore.”
“You need a pain potion.”
“No. I don’t. It’s...a good kind of sore.” She blushed and tucked her face into his chest.
This whole arrangement may have been her idea, but there were times when she couldn’t help but be embarrassed. Usually, it happened in moments like this, when Severus looked at her like he was now--like she was the most important person in the entire world. She knew that was normal. He should look at her like that, considering they were close friends who slept together regularly. Still, the emotion in his eyes often caught her off-guard.
“If you’re sure…” He murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They settled into a well-known position, with him on his back and her curled into his side. He kissed the top of her head. “It’s your turn next.”
Hermione nodded against his chest. “We’ve done so much already.”
Severus snorted. “It’s only been a few months, my--Hermione.”
Her heart seemed to skip a beat. He only called her his girl when they were having sex--when they were playing the game. His slip of the tongue was strange.
“Still,” she placed a chaste kiss on his heated skin. “I’ll have to think about it.”
“I don’t believe that for a moment.”
She pulled away, raising up slightly to look at him properly. “Excuse me?”
“I know you. I would wager that you’ve had a list of... desires since before we began.”
“And if I do?” Hermione looked away from him. He was correct. Of course, he was. But that didn’t mean she was ready to explore everything yet.
“Hermione, look at me.” When she did, his eyes held no judgment. On the contrary, his gaze held only warmth. “We have been friends for quite some time, and we have known one another for far longer. You can tell me.”
“Right.”
He settled back down and stared up at her expectantly.
“It’s not that weird,” she started, then blushed. Perhaps beginning with that statement was not wise. “You see, I was talking with Ginny, and--”
“Please tell me that you are not about to give me details about Potter’s private life? It is bad enough that you dragged me to their wedding. I do not want to hear--”
“Severus! Would you just listen?”
He scowled, though she could tell his complaining wasn’t sincere. It put her at ease, in a way, which was likely his intention. “Fine. Proceed.”
“Anyway…” Hermione drew out, fixing him with a mock glare before continuing. “We were talking, and Ginny is very...open. About her life with Harry.”
“Hermione--”
“Oh, Merlin. If you’re going to act like that.”
She was on her knees and halfway to climbing out of the bed when Severus grabbed her and rolled her beneath him.
“Okay, Witch,” he whispered into her ear once he had settled between her legs. “Tell me what it is, and we’ll do it. Leave Potter out of it, if you will--but tell me what it is, my girl, and I’ll make you come again.”
My girl .
Severus was hot and hard against her core, and Hermione wondered how she had missed his recovery in that regard--how it was even possible for him to recover so quickly.
She whimpered when he pressed his hips into hers, but it wasn’t a painful sound. No, Severus felt so good against her. He always felt so good against her.
“How--” she tried to ask how he was ready to take her again, but her words were lost in a moan.
“Tell me, Hermione,” he urged her, his lips skimming the skin of her neck. “I’ve been staring at your sweet breasts since we caught our breaths. I want to have you again. I want to see if I can make you come again. But you have to tell me first.”
“I want…” she moaned again when the head of his cock rubbed against her clit. “I want...you to watch.”
“Watch?” Severus kissed her jaw as he slid into her. He entered her slowly, carefully, given their previous activities. “And what shall I watch?”
Hermione threw her head back against the mattress. She was so swollen, so over-sensitive, that his every move sent little sparks of pleasure through her. “Please…”
“Watch what?” He murmured in her ear. “Watch you touch yourself? Watch you get yourself off while I--”
“Severus…” She whimpered, unable to concentrate.
“Tell me, my girl.” He thrust deeper into her and moved his hand between them to thumb at her clit.
Hermione lost it. “Watch me flirt! I want...I want to go out, and I want you to watch me--”
He went still. Completely and utterly still.
She was so close-- so close to coming already. It shouldn’t be possible, but here she was. Though Severus was frozen, Hermione couldn’t stop her hips from moving, couldn’t stop chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach. “Please! Please...I need…”
“You...what?” he whispered.
It was Hermione’s turn to go still. “Severus--”
“Hermione.”
“I...I just. Ginny said that…” She swallowed, embarrassment replacing the flush of pleasure she’d been so desperate for. “I thought we could go out. Somewhere Muggle, obviously. And we could just...You could--could watch while I flirted. And...and...that’s it...I suppose. Ginny swore it...well. We don’t have to. It’s silly anyway. We can skip my turn and--”
Severus kissed her hard. She felt herself relax under him, her tense muscles softening under his touch. He fucked her slow and hard and deep until they both came.
And if he held her a little closer that night--if she snuggled until his space a little more--neither of them commented on it.
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“What? Oh, my parents are dentists,” Hermione commented, though her mind wasn’t really engaged in the conversation.
“No way! That’s mad cool! That’s what I’m in university for. I…”
The guy kept talking, but she tuned him out. Instead, she sipped on her drink and took in the room.
When they had arrived, Hermione had ordered a vodka cranberry--heavy on the cranberry--and taken up a spot at a table near the bar. She was visible enough to anyone who passed. More importantly, she was in his line of sight.
Severus sat in a nearby corner, his back to the wall and his eyes fixed on her every move. He had obviously placed some sort of charm around them, as no one had stepped into the space between his table and hers. She could feel him watching her--could feel the way his eyes slid up and down her body. Gooseflesh broke out over her skin, and her cheeks heated. Her pussy warmed, and she just knew she would be soaking her knickers. If she’d been wearing any.
It had everything to do with Severus, of course, and nothing to do with the boy standing in front of her. Still, it was the single hottest experience of her life.
And she started to regret it the moment they walked into the small, dark building.
The boy in front of her was...perfectly normal. Robert or Jared or Patrick--whatever his name was--rambled on about his time at university and any number of other topics. Hermione smiled and nodded when appropriate. She answered his questions and asked her own.
But it was utterly mindless and dull. Ginny had sworn that it was worth it--that chatting up boys but going home with Harry had been amazing.
This, though...this was awful. She didn’t really want to be here. Her smile was fake as she listened to Mark or John or Chad. The single alcoholic beverage she’d allowed herself was long gone, replaced by soda water and a lime wedge.
“...so anyway, I’m on this bridge, right? And my buddy, Brandon, he--”
“I’m sorry,” Hermione interrupted him. She’d finally had enough. She wanted to be back at Spinner’s End with Severus--not here in some pub listening to a dunderhead. “I just remembered that I was supposed to meet a friend tonight. Excuse me.”
Hermione set her glass on the table and turned to leave.
“Hey, wait. What’s the rush?” Jack or Tim or Michael said. He placed his hand on her arm to stop her retreat.
Suddenly, he lost his balance, tripping over his own feet and spilling his drink all over her front.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. He was lucky her dress wasn’t white, or she would have punched him. As it was, she still considered it. He should have taken her goodbye at face value. The fact that he had tried to stop her had Hermione suddenly irate.
“My bad!” He chuckled. “Why don’t we go back to the loo and--”
“ I will be going to the loo,” Hermione said through clenched teeth. “Do not follow me.”
Trip or Stan or Clive threw up his hands and backed away. “Hey, I was just trying to help. You were sending signals all night. Whatever. I’m bouncing.”
Hermione watched him walk away to find another poor soul to chat up before she turned and weaved through the sea of people to the back hallway.
She didn’t dare look at Severus or try to find him. This was humiliating. What she had thought would be a fun little outing had turned into a disaster. Her dress was soaked with some sticky alcoholic concoction, and her hair was a mess thanks to the heat in the room.
Her anger faded as embarrassment flooded her. Tears filled her eyes. If she could just make it to the ladies’ room, then she could cast a cleansing charm on her dress and freshen her hair and make-up. Then she could find Severus and leave.
Leaving sounded very good.
Hermione entered the ladies’ to find it empty. It was odd, considering the place was full of people, but refreshing at the same time. She didn’t need to deal with other girls who might also be upset about a ruined evening.
She cleaned her dress and washed her hands in silence. She would go back out into the mass of writhing bodies, find Severus, and go home. Perhaps he wouldn’t be too angry with her. This was the first time their game hadn’t gone well.
A game. A game . Hermione laughed softly, though there was no joy in it. When her arrangement with Severus started, it had been a bit of fun. Two friends just blowing off steam. That was all, really. Over the last few months, though...well. She might have underestimated things. Their friendship might have been deeper than she’d thought. Her feelings for Severus might have grown over the course of their...their arrangement . Their game .
Hermione Granger might have fallen in love with Severus Snape, and she hadn’t even realized.
Hermione groaned, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could put it all away. She was a fair Occlumens, after all. She could gather up her emotions, put them all behind a door, in a box, next to the row of filing cabinets.
“Is your dress alright?”
Hermione whirled around and opened her eyes to find Severus standing behind her. He was leaning against the door.
“Severus!” She reprimanded him quietly. “You can’t be in here! It’s the ladies’--”
“Is your dress alright?” He asked again.
His tone was oddly flat--something she hadn’t heard in quite a while. She couldn’t figure out how he could possibly care about her dress when she was having a bit of an existential crisis about being in love with her best friend.
Then Hermione looked into his eyes, and they gave him away. The heat in his gaze nearly scorched her. It was the same look he gave her when they were in bed together--when he was fucking her into the mattress, and she was begging for him to come with her.
“Er…” She swallowed, not looking away from him. “Yes, I suppose. I just cast a cleaning spell. I’ll take it to Ginny just in case.”
Severus scowled, and Hermione had only a second to register the response before he had her pressed against the cold wall. His hands traced their way up her sides and over her breasts. His hips pressed into hers. The line of his hard cock against her core nearly undid her.
“Severus--”
“He touched you,” he growled into her shoulder before biting down gently.
She moaned when his lips trailed up to her neck, and he sucked a bruise on her skin. “Severus, please. It was--was nothing. Just my arm--”
“He touched what’s mine.” Severus pressed his hips more firmly into Hermione’s. “He touched my girl.”
“Oh, Merlin…” She sighed, tilting her head to give him better access. She pressed her hips into his, reveling in the feel of his hard cock against her middle. “Severus…”
He growled again and bent down, placing his hands behind her thighs. Severus picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
It was instinctual--wrapping her legs around him for support. Though his hands were on her ass and she was pinned between the wall and his body, Hermione clung to him for dear life. She knew he wouldn’t drop her. Severus cared for her far too much to simply let go and let her fall. The position caused her dress to ride up, slotting her naked pussy directly against his clothed cock. Hermione wanted to cry out. She wanted to scream his name. She wanted to--
Cold washed over her. “Severus! Wait, Severus, stop!”
He immediately stilled, just like she knew he would, but his muscles were still tense, and his voice was gravel. “What, Hermione? Have you changed your mind? Would you rather go off with--”
“No!” She wiggled, trying to put space between them so she could grab her wand from its holster. It was under a Notice-Me-Not charm, but he seemed to know what she was reaching for. He didn’t let her free. “I want you . I just...we’re in public. The door...anyone could come in, Severus! Anyone could hear us…”
The smile that broke across his face could only be described as predatory. He stared into her eyes, his gaze filled with heat. “It’s my turn, right? A kink for a kink?”
Hermione nodded, unable to speak.
“Well…” Severus broke their eye contact to lean in and mouth at the other side of her neck. “Perhaps I want everyone to know you’re mine. Perhaps I want someone to walk in and see you writhing on my cock. You’re my girl, love. And they need to know that.”
My girl. Love .
She knew he would let her go if she pushed, and she knew enough wandless magic to make him regret doing anything she didn’t like. Severus cared about her. He never said anything to her that he didn’t mean--something she had confirmed during her turn about two weeks ago. Using veritaserum during sex had been a risky endeavor, but it had certainly delivered. That night, Severus’s words had rumbled in her ear. The best part, of course, was that he hadn’t said anything new. He sang the same praises and made the same filthy promises he always did. That night had been the hottest experience...
Until now. Until she was pressed up against the wall in Severus’s arms while he asked to fuck her where everyone could hear.
If Hermione hadn’t been wet before, she certainly was now. Her voice was breathy with arousal when she murmured, “Yes.”
“Louder, love.” Severus tilted his hips against her. The rough fabric of his trousers rubbed against her clit, and she let out a moan.
“Yes,” She said more firmly. “Yes, Severus! Please…”
She felt him grin against her skin. “I’m going to fuck you now, Hermione. I’m going to fuck you against this wall, and you’re going to scream so loud, everyone will know what we’re doing. They will know you are mine.”
Instead of responding, Hermione moved one hand to undo the placket of his trousers. Fingers shaking with anticipation and arousal, she fumbled with the button and zipper. She was too keyed up, too impatient, too ready .
Hermione whispered a spell, wandlessly opening his pants. They both groaned at the feel of his hard cock against her wetness.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Severus, now. I’m ready. I don’t need...ooooh...I don’t need anything else. Just--oh fuck--Just your cock. I’m ready. I’m--”
Severus shifted his hips back. “Line me up, Hermione. Guide me in so I can fuck you.”
Shuddering, Hermione did as she was told. His cock was already damp with her juices, and a thrill shot through her. He was hard and hot, and she had done this to him.
When the head of his cock was resting against her entrance, he pushed in just a bit--just enough so she could let go of him. Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Severus, please.”
“Anything, my girl.”
He pushed into her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. Hermione was so wet that it made his entry easier, so swollen with arousal that his cock stretched her in the most delicious ways.
“Fuck…” She let out a moan.
“Seconded.”
Hermione would have laughed if Severus hadn’t started thrusting into her. He didn’t pull out far, just thrust in and out in short, deep thrusts. The head of his cocked rubbed against the sensitive walls of her pussy, and the position stimulated her clit at the same time. Merlin, she was going to come, and they’d only just begun.
“Severus,” she moaned. Or was it a plea? She couldn’t tell.
“Mine.” He murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re already so close. I can feel you--can feel the way you’re starting to flutter around my cock. You like this, don’t you? You like that everyone will know you’re mine.”
All she could do was groan and nod. His hands tightened on her ass, and Hermione felt her pussy clench of its own accord. She couldn’t stop it. His possessiveness--his manhandling--was so hot.
Severus chuckled at her reaction, though it turned into a deep moan of pleasure. His next words came out with a growl. “Do you know what I think, Hermione?”
She shook her head. “Wha--what?”
“I said it was my turn, yes?” He pulled back slightly so he could kiss her. When they broke apart, Hermione knew her lips must be swollen. Severus continued to grind his cock into her with short thrusts as he met her eyes. “A kink for a kink, right? That’s our game .”
He said game like it was something disgusting. He was right. “You said that--that you want everyone to know that I’m yours...Severus!--”
“You had your fun. I watched you talk to that insipid boy . I watched him eat you up with his eyes--watched him touch you.”
His thrusts were still steady, but there was something more there. Something in his eyes and the way his body moved told her that things weren’t the same as they had been. She certainly had nothing to be afraid of. On the contrary, anticipation settled over her.
“Severus, please,” Hermione begged again. “What is it? What do you want? Anything, I’ll…”
She moaned as he ground against her, rubbing her clit.
Severus moved to suck another bruise into her neck. Hermione nearly came at the feeling of his lips sucking her skin. She was so close. So close .
“I’m going to come inside you, Hermione. I’m going to spill inside your pussy.” His voice was low and gravelly. “Neither one of us cast the charm before I entered you. Do you know what that means?”
Fuck, he could get her pregnant. And that thought--that thought that should probably have her running--sent a warmth through her body.
Her pussy clenched again. And again. She was going to come.
“Yes...” Hermione held him closer. “Do it, Severus.”
He growled. “Everyone will know you’re my girl. Not just the people outside that filthy door. All you’re friends...everyone you know, Hermione. They will all know you’re mine.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice getting louder. “Come in me!”
“I’m going to fill you up. You’re going to come, my girl.” His thrusts were becoming erratic, his hips driving into her--trying to get as deep as possible.
“I want it!” Hermione was nearly screaming now. “I want your come! Please, Severus. I want...Ah! I want…”
“You will swell with my child and--”
Hermione couldn’t hold back anymore. Her pussy, her arousal, her emotions--they may be in control right now. But she also knew this was what she wanted.
Her legs tightened around his waist. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She threw her head back, and she wailed as her orgasm crashed through her.
“Severus! Get me pregnant!”
“Oh, fuck!” His hips stuttered twice more before he thrust deep, spilling himself inside her.
They stayed like that as their breathing slowed--Severus still inside her, slowly softening. Though his arms were surely tired, he did not let her fall. Not that she believed he ever would.
“Severus?” Hermione asked rather timidly. While she knew he wouldn’t drop her, her hips were starting to ache. “Could you--”
“Right, of course.” He let her feet fall to the floor one by one, making sure she was steady before letting go completely.
Her pussy ached with the emptiness that she always felt when he pulled out, and there was a twinge of disappointment in her chest when she felt his seed slide out of her.
“I--” Hermione started, but Severus interrupted her.
He conjured a wet flannel and knelt at her feet. “I suppose I should clean--”
“Why?”
He didn’t look up at her. In fact, he seemed to be looking anywhere but her. After a moment, he swallowed and cleared his throat. “I should apologize. There is no excuse for my actions. I...I can...There is a potion available if you would like.”
What was he talking about? And why was he avoiding her gaze? Hadn’t they just had the hottest sex of their lives? He had been there, after all. His possessiveness and introduction of a new kink was--
Oh . A potion. For...after. He hadn’t meant it.
“If that’s how you feel, I understand.” Hermione shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back again, unsure of quite how to feel. Tears, though, were filling her eyes, so she closed them, not wanting Severus to see her unkempt emotion. “It was all very in-the-moment--just a part of our game. Kink for a kink and all that. I’ll just..er...well, I’ll be going then--”
“Hermione.”
She opened her eyes to find Severus looking up at her. “As I said, I understand. It’s--”
“Hermione.” He repeated, standing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It’s...not a game any longer. Not for me.”
She nodded. “Seconded.”
He smiled, though it was small and sad. “Still, I should not have...We always talk about the new kink before we engage, Hermione. I shouldn’t have brought it up when I did.”
That’s what he was upset about? The timing? “But I enjoyed it. Severus, that--”
“We should have been safe about it,” he continued, looking increasingly upset with himself. “Regardless of what it was, we should have used the charm.”
“Oh, Severus.” Hermione stepped forward and laid a gentle hand on his cheek. “Do I look upset?”
Swallowing hard, he shook his head.
“Do I look angry or anxious? Am I panicking?”
Again, he shook his head.
“Have you ever known me to do something without thoroughly thinking it through?”
“No,” Severus rolled his eyes. “But you weren’t exactly in the right frame of mind to be making life-changing decisions. Those require higher brain function and--”
“Are you saying…” Hermione smirked. She pressed into him in an attempt to be seductive. It was a success if the fire in his eyes was any indication. “...that you believe you are capable of fucking me to the point where I, Hermione Granger, Cleverest Witch of her Age, cannot think critically?”
“Hermione.” His voice was stern. She knew that tone--he was trying to stay serious when he really wanted to be buried inside her.
“Severus.” She responded innocently before giving him a sincere look. “We’ve both stated that this isn’t a game anymore. We’re not...we’re not playing, right? We’ve basically been dating for several months. We’ve known each other for years.”
“I would rather not be reminded of...before. But yes. You are correct.”
“Well, then you made a promise.”
He looked confused. “What? What promise?”
She grinned conspiratorially. “You promised to fill me up--to make sure everyone knew I was your girl . I’m fairly sure we may need to explore that particular kink until we really get it right. What do you say?”
Severus didn’t say anything. He just apparated them to her flat and fucked her into the mattress until she begged for him to lose control and spill inside her.
That’s how it started.
A truth for a truth. A kink for a kink. Two consenting adults having a bit of fun. An arrangement between a man and a woman. A simple little game between two friends.
It may have been, admittedly, a rather high-stakes game. But it was still just that-- a game . Hermione and Severus were just friends. That was it.
It was a game . It was simple .
That is…until it wasn't so simple anymore. Until it wasn't just two people having a bit of fun.
It was her begging for a baby when he fucked her on their wedding night. It was him caressing her swollen stomach when he took her from behind. It was her cries of pleasure as he sucked milk from her full breasts.
Because a truth for a truth--a kink for a kink--became more than they ever could have imagined.
Became love.