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“I have an early birthday present for you,” Draco greeted as he flounced into Severus’ shop and flung a parcel onto the counter.
Severus eyed the brightly wrapped package with distrust. He prodded it with his wand, expecting sparks or smoke, or at least some kind of adverse reaction.
“For Merlin’s sake, Severus. Just open the bleeding thing!”
”Patience, Draco. You’ve been spending too much time with the Weasleys.” Draco huffed and reached for the package, but Severus pulled it out of the way.
He gently teased open the wrapping paper using his wand tip, delicately unfolding each part until it revealed the small plush doll inside.
Severus frowned, he sensed no ill intent behind the gift, and nothing untoward seemed to occur upon the reveal of the item. Yet, something seemed off. He had a good sense of danger - a natural side-effect from twenty years of spying - but he couldn’t quite place the unease he was feeling about this seemingly harmless doll.
Severus was right to be wary. Draco had presented him with many gifts of varying value in the past, but ever since he had partnered with George Weasley to help finance Weasley’s Wizarding Weezes, he had a penchant for mischief when doling out gifts.
“So… what do you think?”
“It’s a doll. What on earth makes you think I would want a toy?” He scoffed.
Draco rolled his eyes and swaggered over to pick up the offending item. He held it up to Severus, “Look closer. Does it look like someone you know?”
Severus creased his brow, confused, “Someone I… Granger,” He breathed with realisation.
“Well done. Yes, this little toy doll of Granger is only for you. It’s the latest in the new WWW adult line - a prototype.”
Severus raised an eyebrow, taking the doll from Draco’s hand. “Adult line? What do you mean?”
“This little doll here has some special features. It’s designed to make what you do to your hand at night whilst thinking about Granger, feel even more realistic.”
Severus glared at Draco, “I do not think of Granger in that way.”
“Sure you don’t. I’ve definitely not seen you stare at her arse while she’s up on those high bookshelves.” Draco smirked and folded his arms.
“I was simply assuring she didn’t fall. I didn’t want her to damage my order.”
“Uh huh. Well, enjoy the gift. Don’t abuse her too much, she’s tough but I’m not sure even Hermione can take such a pounding.” Draco quickly ducked out of the door, laughing as the ‘thud’ of the doll hit the window pane behind him.
Severus briskly walked over and picked up the doll, stroking the hair with his finger as he pondered over Draco’s comments and mused upon everything that had happened after the war.
Severus had only been at his premises for five years, having spent an extended period after the final battle recovering from almost-death-by-snake. It was Hermione who convinced him to open up a shop next to hers. She had helped him during his recovery, on behest of his godson. To offer his thanks (and regret), Draco had bought out Flourish and Blotts, then gifted the premises to Hermione. It was not all on account of helping to save Severus, it was also in thanks for championing Draco, Severus, and Narcissa Malfoy in the trials after the war.
For their crimes, they had gotten off relatively lightly; Narcissa had been placed under house arrest for ten years, and was now starting to live her life again. She didn’t go very far, and was extremely wary and cautious of interacting with the greater Wizarding population, for fear of being shunned further. After pardon, Draco had been given control of the Malfoy estate. Lucius had been sentenced to death for his crimes. The Wizengamot had banished all Dementors from Wizarding Britain, and instead had instated the wizarding equivalent of Death by Lethal Injection - by spelling the poison into the stomach. Severus was the Potions Master tasked with creating and utilising the poison, as reparations for his involvement in the darker side of the war. The Wizengamot waited for his recovery, which had the added benefit of extending the agony for those on death row.
Lucius had died, and upon gaining control of the estate, Draco had been ordered to pay for the repairs to Hogwarts. Unfortunately, magic could not fix the vast amounts of damage to the castle and grounds, and therefore required specialist magical architects and builders. Draco was only too happy to help, and enlisted several of the returning eighth years to assist with the rebuilding. Seamus was ecstatic to put his demolition and pyrotechnic skills to use once more, finding his career calling in magical demolition.
Hermione felt her stomach flip, and acknowledged that she really did overdo it tonight. She didn’t think she’d drunk that much. Merlin, earlier she thought someone was playing with her hair, but that couldn’t be right. She sat back in her seat, closing her eyes and refusing to look out the window as the scenery whizzed by at an alarming pace.
She had intended to Apparate home, but as she left the Potter residence, she tripped and flung her arm out to catch herself. She quickly moved out of the way of the triple decker purple bus, as it rapidly appeared in the place she had landed and the conductor got off to greet her.
Hermione decided it would be best to take the bus, as it was already in front of her. It wouldn’t take too long to get to her destination, and it was still relatively cheap. Although, she was quickly starting to regret that, as she found herself thrown around and squeezed tight. The beds were sliding up and down, no one had thought to immobilise them yet, but Hermione was too queasy to attempt any transfiguration magic.
The Knight Bus stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron, and Hermione stumbled down the steps, only just managing to hold in her dinner. She felt strong arms steady her as she went to take another step forward, and recognised them as belonging to her friend and former professor; Severus Snape.
She looked up, her breath catching at the sight of his intense, dark eyes. She noted the concern in them, and smiled up at him before hiccuping as she tried to speak.
“Are you quite alright, Granger?” Severus asked, his eyes crinkling with concern.
“I..hiccup…’m…fine…hiccup. Just a little…hiccup… too much to drink… hiccup.” Hermione blushed and looked down as she tried to get her hiccups under control, taking several deep breaths and catching a whiff of his cologne.
“I see.” The corner of Severus’ mouth lifted up in a teasing smile. “It seems like we better get you home, I’ll walk you to your door.”
“Thank you… hiccup… Severus.”
They pushed their way into the Leaky Cauldron and avoided all the merry magical beings, making their way through to the courtyard entrance of Diagon Alley. Despite this, Hermione was clinging to Severus’ arm as he held her steady. He tapped the brick sequence and led the tipsy witch up the narrow cobbled street, passing several storefronts until they reached her bookstore.
He paused, apparently waiting for her to unlock the door. Hermione tried to summon the strength to palm her wand and drop the wards to her shop, but instead, she slumped a little further down the wall. Severus rolled his eyes, smirking with something akin to amusement and nudged her. She started slightly and grinned dopily up at him.
“You’re so pretty.”
“You’re drunk,” he responded with a snort. “We’re here, Granger.”
Hermione blinked and looked around, “Oh, yes. Let us in then, it’s cold.”
Severus rolled his eyes again, “This is your shop Granger, I can’t get through your wards.”
“Yes you can, I keyed you into them ages ago,” she mumbled this last bit, but pulled herself together and unlocked the door, leaving a stunned Severus Snape behind her. She turned, “Aren’t you coming in, Severus?”
Severus shook his head, “No, I have some orders I need to fulfill. Have a good night, Hermione.”
Hermione stuck out her bottom lip, pouting, but wished him goodnight and shut the door behind her with a small sigh. She made her way unsteadily up the stairs and poured herself a fresh glass of wine to enjoy in her bath.
Severus was reading in his armchair when he noticed the doll glowing on the table. He frowned and closed his book, leaning closer to the object. He could hear a noise coming from the doll - almost like moaning.
He picked up the toy and stroked the soft hair, he heard the moan - louder now - and felt a light vibration through the fabric in his hand as he did so. Severus remembered the words from Draco and realised that it was spelled to entice him to enjoy himself in the evening. He stroked over different parts of the doll with his thumb and heard the moans grow louder as he tentatively stroked where her most sensitive parts would be.
“These moans are incredibly life-like,” Severus murmured, turning the doll over and looking for a soundbox. He could not find anything but noticed that there seemed to be an odd moisture forming around the doll’s crotch.
He lightly probed the slit, slipping a finger in and finding more moisture and a wet heat. As he did so, the moans grew, the loudest they had been, sounding exactly like he imagined Hermione would. He slipped another finger in alongside the first and stroked, gathering the sticky substance between his fingers. Severus pulled out of the doll and sniffed, feeling an uncertainty about what this strange liquid might be, after all, it was a product from Weasley’s Wizarding Weezes. The smell was slightly musky with a tinge of sweetness like molasses, something new but familiar, almost like he was smelling the real arousal of the witch next door.
Severus licked his fingers clean and groaned at the taste, wishing he could bury his nose in Hermione’s real body, and drink her sweet nectar until he drowned in her release every night.
He repeated the motions, lapping greedily at his fingers, sucking them into his mouth like a man starved.
“Oh gods, Hermione.”
He felt a mild compulsion shift over him, the unique scent and taste of arousal so addictive that he needed to go straight to the source. He lifted the doll and tentatively slipped his tongue into the space between the thighs, finding the tiny bud and flicking the tip of his tongue against it. He felt the doll shudder in his hands, and flicked again, lapping at the increasing amount of liquid gold.
As he greedily licked the doll, Severus used one hand and undid his fly, palming himself through his tented boxers before releasing his cock. His hand swiped over the tip and he gathered the fluid that had already started beading, using it to lubricate his hand, stroking himself slowly to completion. As his orgasm built, he increased his attention on the doll in his other hand, feeling compelled to match the faster speed of his desperate stroking. The doll panted, finally letting out a small scream as though it reached its own orgasm at the same time.
Breathless and sweaty, Severus put the doll back on the table and collapsed back against the chair. He had a niggling voice in the back of his mind, wondering what tricks Draco was playing on him. The thoughts slipped away as he vanished the evidence of his evening activities, and headed to bed feeling his guilt mounting.
Hermione relaxed into the bath, her glass of wine resting on the rim as she took a deep breath and felt herself go boneless. She was pleased that she ran into Severus earlier that evening, but wished she’d been able to thank him properly for walking her home. For months, she had been trying to work up the nerve to tell him her feelings but she bottled it every time she had the chance.
She smiled as she recalled his amusement at her tipsy state, she hadn’t meant to call him pretty but it just… slipped out. How could she not find him beautiful with that dark hair, currently cropped shorter and lightly peppered with some grey strands? Oh, and those fathomless, dark eyes. She could lose herself in those eyes for days. They were eyes that held the secrets of the universe, and she wanted to unlock everything within them. She sighed and her hand wandered down her body as she thought upon the tall, strong man with lithe fingers.
She tweaked one of her nipples and felt a jolt of arousal in her core. As she explored her body further under the hot water, she moaned lightly, and could feel her excitement growing. Her tipsy mind thought she could feel phantom strokes on her hair and down her body, trailing a path around her most sensitive areas. She dismissed the sensation as a figment of her imagination, but her moans increased at her own exploration. She felt her core start to build with sensation as her slit became wet with her arousal.
She slipped her hand down her body towards her pussy, and gathered the liquid on her fingers, swirling it, teasing herself, but not allowing herself to touch the place she craved the most, yet.
As she touched, she felt more phantom sensations follow her movements, and even imagined there were extra long and dexterous fingers slipping inside her. She feathered light flicks against her clit, almost believing it was the warm wetness of a long tongue instead of her own fingers.
The feeling was intense and the pressure kept building, until she suddenly arched her back out of the water and screamed with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed back against the tub, a sated grin on her face as she lightly dozed after that mindblowing orgasm.
Hermione stirred from her doze, and upon noticing that the warming charm on the water had worn off, she grabbed her glass of wine before rising from the tub. She finished the last dregs and sent the glass to the kitchen before heading to bed, her mind filled with dreams about the snarky potions master next door.
Every night for the following week, Severus tried to pleasure himself without the use of the doll. Yet every night, he always found himself pleasuring the doll in one hand and stroking his cock in the other.
He was still fighting the compulsion and curiosity, so had not yet stuck his cock into the doll to see how far it would fit. He had noticed that the doll’s opening between the legs was not the only area that he was able to probe with his fingers. He also found that by using his precum as a lube, he could slip a finger into a hole where the anus would be, and felt the doll shudder in his hand, with the hole tightening around his finger. Severus enjoyed hearing the different sounds he elicited from the doll by playing with different areas.
During the day, Severus had taken to carrying the doll in his pocket. He stroked the hair every so often, finding it useful to ground himself when a particularly irritating customer… or Draco… came into the shop asking asinine questions. He had accidentally placed a small paring knife in his pocket, but quickly removed it to save damaging the doll. He thought he heard a small cry of “ouch” which sounded remarkably familiar, but brushed it off as his own imagination.
He had not seen much of Hermione this week, and every time he had, she seemed rather out of sorts. Severus assumed that she was embarrassed by her state of drunkenness a few days prior, and decided to let her get over it at her own pace. He certainly had enough to be getting on with at his own shop, he did not need to be worrying about Hermione Granger and her irritating distractions.
Hermione was feeling… odd. It was nothing terribly concerning, but all week she had been feeling phantom sensations. A stroke of her hair here, a featherlight touch on her hand there, and once she even felt a sharp prick in her side and exclaimed at the feeling, but it quickly subsided.
She had intentionally been avoiding Severus, as she tried to work out what was wrong with her. She didn’t want to bother the man.
He wouldn’t care about something so trivial, she scoffed internally, rolling her eyes at herself for being so dramatic.
The most confusing sensations were at night. She was happily going about her nightly routine, and laying down in bed with a trashy book, when she felt herself growing extraordinarily wet. She didn’t think Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockart was so exciting, but maybe she had found a new kink.
She flung the book aside, the cover photo making a mild squawking noise as Lockhart tried to protect his hair and shield himself from the looming vampire behind him.
Placing her hands under the covers, she pulled her pyjamas and underwear down, kicking them and the cover to the end of the bed. She dipped a hand into her centre, surprised at how wet she felt. Her mind was encouraging her to explore, her hand following a light path, slowly teasing herself. Parting her folds with one hand, she summoned her vibrator with the other. Nothing fancy, just something Ginny had recommended as they took a stroll in Muggle London. Magical toys were good, but it’s a bit embarrassing to go into the shop of your best friend’s brother to buy sex toys.
Hermione set the vibration of the toy to her preferred setting, and wandlessly charmed it to hover above her clit, sucking lightly.
She moaned as the toy took hold, and used her still sticky and exploring hand to stick two fingers within her opening, wiggling until they found that wonderful spot that made her see stars. She pumped her fingers in and out, her toes curling in the sheets below, as her other hand used her own arousal to trace a wet path between each nipple. She flicked and pumped, twisted and vibrated until her world exploded around her, a silky name on the tip of her tongue. Her body buzzed from the aftershocks of pleasure, and she fell into a deep sleep, yet again dreaming of dark eyes and long fingers.
This pattern continued for a week, both of them taking their pleasure into their own hands, until Hermione finally had enough and dejectedly went to Severus, hoping for a solution.
The bell above the shop tinkled, and Hermione heard Severus call out from the back. “I’ll be there in just a moment, I am at a crucial stage of this brew. Please browse while you wait.”
“It’s only me, Severus. I can wait or come back later.”
“Oh, it’s you, Hermione.” Severus cleared his throat. “You can come here and help me finish if you’d like. The potion just needs to be decanted into these vials.”
Hermione made her way into Severus’ large lab at the back of the shop. She took a pause in the doorway, staring at the man, drinking in the sight of his long body and strong forearms as he decanted the mixture. He looked up at her and frowned. “Are you alright?”
Hermione shook herself out of her wandering thoughts and bustled over to help him. She ducked her head, blushing furiously as she replied, “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I was in a world of my own there.”
“I could see. Are you sure nothing is bothering you? You seem out of sorts, this week. I’ve barely seen you since I walked you home the other night. I thought you were avoiding me.”
Severus finished the last of his vials and sent the cauldron to clean itself in the sink. He turned to Hermione and leaned against the counter, looking down at her with what she deduced as a concerned expression.
Hermione sighed, after finishing the last of the vials and looked up at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.
“Stop that!” Severus jerked as if to reach out but quickly aborted the movement, crossing his arms instead.
“Sorry. I just… I’ve been feeling…” Hermione groaned in frustration.
“What’s the matter, witch? It’s not like you to struggle to find your words. Let’s go have a cup of tea in my sitting room.”
Severus led the way to the comfortable sitting room on the middle floor. Hermione had been surprised at the Nordic inspired mid-century decor when she first visited, but had come to see it as a second home. It felt welcoming, like she belonged there. She accepted the cup of tea graciously and watched as he sat in his customary armchair.
After a long period of silence where they both just drank from their cups and avoided eye contact, Severus decided to bring up the elephant in the room again.
“So, why have you been avoiding me for the past week? Did I do something to offend you? Or was it simply embarrassment at calling me ‘pretty’?” Severus chuckled at the memory, pinning Hermione with a smirk, amusement glinting in his eyes.
“No, not at all. I actually forgot I did that, but I stand by it. You are pretty.” Hermione blushed and sipped her tea, avoiding eye contact with the dark man.
Severus snorted, “You were drunk then, are you sure you’re not drunk now?”
Hermione spluttered, “Of course, not!”
“Well, do tell. Why have you been avoiding me?” Severus raised a sardonic eyebrow, sitting further back in his seat and waiting for her to reveal what she had come to tell him.
“I wasn’t avoiding you, per se. I’ve just had these odd phantom feelings for the past week and it’s been making me a bit nervous and jumpy.”
Severus hummed, “What kind of feelings?”
“Well, it’s hard to describe. It’s almost like someone has been stroking my hair at random times of the day, when I’m standing nowhere near anyone. I occasionally feel my hand being squeezed, and the other day, I felt a sharp pain in my side like someone had lightly pricked me… or something. There was no blood or marks, and it went away pretty quickly.”
Severus’ eyes widened as Hermione went deeper into her explanation. He had a sinking feeling in his chest, but would need a bit more to go on. “How bizarre. Have you had anything else happen?”
“Well, it’s rather embarrassing.”
Severus smiled tightly, knowing what was about to come. “Go on, you know you can tell me anything.”
Hermione groaned and covered her face with her hands, leaning forward and speaking into her knees. “I-kp-gtng-wt-n-tchn-mslf”
“I’m sorry, Hermione. I didn’t quite catch that.”
Hermione groaned louder but sat back, blushing furiously. She resolutely refused to look at the man in the armchair, and mumbled slightly louder. “I keep getting inexplicably wet at night, and feeling compelled to touch myself until I fall asleep.”
Severus sucked in a sharp breath, and let it out slowly. He counted backwards in his head, until he could calm the rush of blood that pooled in his nether regions.
“I… see.” Severus choked out. Clearing his throat, he proceeded and finally asked for the most conclusive information he needed. “When did this start?”
Hermione sighed, “I thought it started the night after I last saw you, but looking back I believe it actually started before I saw you. I’d had some phantom sensations during the afternoon and also after you dropped me at my door, but I chalked it up to being tipsy. It must have started then.”
“Ah, yes. I believe you may be right,” Severus agreed.
Knowing that the information he was about to share would completely ruin their friendship, but she needed to know - she had a right to know. He hadn’t realised that she would feel everything the doll did. That explained the sounds and vibrations he felt.
“Oh, do you think you know what is going on then? Have I been cursed? I can’t imagine anyone who I’ve dealt with that could have possibly done such a thing.”
“I do know, Hermione. It’s not a curse, per se. More like a… prank.”
Hermione frowned, “A prank? That’s an awful prank. Who would have done such a thing?” He saw the moment recognition glinted in her eyes. “George!” She angrily exclaimed.
Severus nodded, “Yes, and Draco. Something that is the latest in their ‘adult line’.” Severus sneered.
Hermione huffed, “I can’t believe those two!”
“They are certainly… something.”
“Wait, how do you know what the product is? Have they told you something and you’ve kept it from me?” Hermione angrily turned her attention to Severus, making him shift guiltily in his chair.
“Well, you see, Draco came to visit me on the last day I saw you. He had an ‘early birthday present’ for me.” Severus pulled the doll out of his pocket, grimacing at the memories of what he had done to it over the past week. He leaned forward and placed it on the central coffee table.
“Is that a doll? That looks like me!” Hermione gasped in shock.
“Yes, Draco seemed to think I would get great enjoyment out of it, but it appears to have a mild compulsion spell and it also appears to translate anything that happens to the doll… to your actual body. My deepest apologies, but you must realise that I had no idea of the depths of Draco’s depravity. I naively believed that it was just a doll made to resemble you, with some light spellwork to make it feel a bit more realistic and make… sounds.” Severus shook his head in disgust. “Had I known what this was doing to you, I would have ceased immediately.”
Hermione looked shocked throughout Severus’ explanation but he watched her visibly pull herself together and he saw the questions forming. “Why would he give you a doll that specifically looks like me though? I understand why you would… use… something like this in the manner that it is intended, I think. I just don’t understand why it looks like me.”
Severus cleared his throat again. He hadn’t wanted to reveal the feelings that were clearly not reciprocated by the beautiful witch, but it appeared he had no choice.
“Ah. Well…” he started, stammering.
“Severus?”
He looked away, pinching his nose before sighing and speaking, “I’m in love with you, and Draco thought that it would be funny to mess with me.”
“You’re… What?” Hermione sat stunned, her mouth agape.
“I’m in love with you.”
Hermione growled, “I’m going to kill Draco.”
Severus sat back, dejected. The pain of being rejected was almost too much to bear but he hoped that she would still remain on friendly terms with him. Coming to a conclusion, he stood abruptly and turned away from Hermione, speaking to the wall.
“I understand that my feelings are not reciprocated, I just hope that we can remain friends. You can let yourself out. Take the doll with you.”
Severus quickly exited and barricaded himself in his lab, leaving a stunned Hermione staring after him. He watched through a crack in the door as she shook her head and stood, grabbing the doll on her way out of the room.
Severus and his feelings would have to wait… Hermione had some mischievous toy makers to kill.
She stormed through the shop, pushing past a gaggle of excited children, bellowing for Draco and George to come out and face her.
Draco’s platinum blond head appeared at the top of the stairs, eyes wide as he spotted an irate Hermione Granger. She stood at the bottom of the steps, hair spitting sparks of electricity and chest heaving with her heavy breathing as she clutched the doll that he had given Severus for his birthday.
Hermione watched - her eyes narrowed and her foot tapping impatiently - as Draco raised his wand, summoning his Patronus. His footing on the stairs was measured and apprehensive as he approached warily. Likely, he hadn’t seen her this incensed since their time at school, or during the trials after the war ended.
Hermione breathed heavily, her eyes locked on the wizard. Her body was full of adrenaline and she knew that there was a crowd of wide-eyed watchers gathered around her.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy, what the hell do you think you’re playing at?” Hermione screeched as he got close enough.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean, Granger.” Draco tried to cover for himself.
“Don’t you ‘Granger’ me, Malfoy. What the hell is this?” Hermione threw the doll at Draco.
She had noticed on the way over that the doll only seemed to make her feel anything when Severus touched it. If she wasn’t so full of rage, she might compliment the makers for this clever bit of magic.
Draco picked up the doll and raised an eyebrow. “It’s a doll?”
Hermione growled, “Yes, of me! Do you not realise exactly what you've created with that doll of yours?”
“No, it’s just got some enhancements on it, realistic noises and such.”
Draco shrugged and tried to pass the doll back to Hermione but she slapped it out of his hand. She hadn’t noticed George arrive during this display and shepherd all the gawking shoppers, closing the door behind them with a snap.
Incensed with Draco’s cavalier attitude, Hermione pulled a book out of her extended pocket and proceeded to hit Draco repeatedly.
“IT.”
Whack!
“IS.”
Whack!
“A”
Whack!
“VOODOO!”
Whack!
“DOLL!”
Hermione punctuated each word with a hard thump of her book.
“I didn’t know, okay? Ow! I’m sorry!” Draco tried to protect himself against the smaller witch, his hands deflecting the blows. He loudly cursed at George for laughing in the background.
“Not!”
Whack!
“Good!”
Whack!
“Enough!” Hermione cried.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Draco pleaded as the onslaught continued.
Hermione heard the tinkle of a bell in the background, but was intent on hitting Draco repeatedly until she felt strong arms lift her up and away.
“Put me down!” Hermione shrieked and kicked. She was dumped back on the floor, and the book was deftly plucked out of her hand.
“Stop hitting Draco with… a signed copy of Year with the Yeti? Really?” A deep sarcastic voice said from behind her and she turned to see Severus with his eyebrow raised and a barely-disguised amused smile.
“It’s a funny read.” Hermione defended, “plus it works well for hitting annoying blonds.”
She turned to face Draco, right as she saw him pop away using his house elf, Trippy. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Severus.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you locked yourself in the lab.”
Severus’ face had resumed its usual scowl, “I had but I received an urgent patronus from both Draco and Weasley, stating that a witch was on a rampage. I rushed over to find you beating Draco with a book, and George clearing out the customers.”
Hermione looked down and scuffed her toe on the floor, biting her lip in embarrassment at the scene she’d caused. “He deserved it! I can’t believe he didn’t tell you what the doll really does.”
“I know you find the implications of what I did to it despicable, I do too.” Hermione went to interrupt but he carried on. “However, there is no need to resort to violence. At least not in the Muggle way.”
Hermione frowned, “I don’t find what you might have done despicable. Yes, I would have liked to have had a say, it was rather non-consensual at the time. I’m not opposed to it though, I find the idea quite thrilling now I know what has been going on.”
Severus looked taken aback, his eyes wide and slightly frightened, “You do?”
“Of course I do, imagine all the things it could be put to use for. First things first though, you ran away while I was still processing. I love you too. I’m in love with you, I have been for a while but didn’t know how to approach you. This just seems to have been the push we needed.” Hermione rushed on, “Things don’t have to change between us though. Not if you’re uncomfortable.”
Severus placed his finger over her lips, silencing the nervous ramble. He lifted her chin up with the finger, and leaned down, his breath ghosting millimetres away from her lips. “I can stop now, if you aren’t interested. Just say the word.”
Hermione crushed herself forward, capturing his lips and parting them instantly in her excitement. Her tongue swirled with his, dancing around their mouths, until they pulled back when the need for air became pressing. Severus leaned his forehead against hers, taking deep lungfuls of air before he captured her lips again. Slow and sensual this time, nibbling lightly on her lower lip and pulling it between his crooked teeth.
Hermione heard the laughter of the two joke shop idiots in the background, as Draco reappeared, and without moving away from Severus, sent a wandless stinging hex at them both. Severus grinned against her mouth as he heard them yelp. He pulled back slightly from her. “Shall we take this back where there are no interruptions?” He murmured.
Hermione whispered back, “Definitely, and bring the doll. I have some ideas I’m excited to try out.”
Chuckling delightedly, Severus summoned the doll and pulled his giggling witch by the hand to have some fun.
Fully aware of everything they could do to each other with the use of the doll, Hermione wondered if she could convince Draco to make one of Severus too.
Severus briefly left Hermione to her own devices, using the opportunity to check on his potions and refresh the stasis charms. He was grateful for the breather, and as he walked back into the room, he stopped in the doorway watching Hermione’s nervous pacing with a smile. She appeared to be in her own world, biting her lip in that way she always did when she was nervous. He found it rather endearing, but would prefer if he was the one biting it.
He quietly chuckled as she huffed and threw herself onto the sofa - the witch still hadn’t noticed he was watching her - as she grabbed the doll and played with it. He could see her amusement when she pulled the hair strands and watched them spring back into curls.
His hands were itching to do the same to her hair, so he walked forward, skimming his hands across her shoulders and lightly touching the back of her neck. He felt her jump but quickly melt into him as he played with the soft hairs and started to massage her tight muscles.
She moaned lightly when he squeezed, causing him to chuckle deeply.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
“What is?” She asked, before a moan cut off anything she was about to say further.
“I was just ruminating on how accurate the moaning noises were,” he told her, withdrawing his hands, and chuckling again when she pouted and whined.
“Don’t stop, your hands are wonderful.”
“I can think of a much better use for them.” He smirked and swooped down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Hermione placed her hands around Severus’ neck, pulling him closer down, whilst he bracketed her into the sofa. They battled for dominance in the kiss, getting more heated until Severus broke away.
He grinned at her, taking in her flushed expression and heaving chest. He was definitely enjoying the chance to stare unabashedly at her clothed breasts.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” he asked with a wicked grin.
“No, wait.” Hermione panted. “Sit in your chair, I want to do something for you.”
Severus raised an eyebrow but followed her orders, sitting back in his chair with his arms resting on the sides. Hermione stood and followed him, kneeling before him and looking up at him through her lashes.
She leaned forward and palmed his cock through his trousers, making him hiss. “Hermione, I…”
She pushed his chest back with one hand. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, Severus. You’ve been pleasuring me all week, let me pleasure you.”
As she spoke, Hermione undid his fly and started to tug his trousers down, forcing him to lift up. Severus still had his boots on, and was effectively trapped in the chair, but there was nowhere he’d rather be.
Hermione played with the sizable bulge tenting Severus’ boxers, before placing her mouth and gently sucking through the fabric. Severus jerked, and his hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly.
Hermione grinned up at him and slowly peeled the boxers down, his cock springing up, a drop of precum beading at the tip. He watched Hermione’s smile grow even wider, and taking his cock in hand, she licked a stripe from base to tip.
“Oh, Hermione,” Severus groaned deeply.
His grip on the armchair tightened further, the leather creaking, as she swirled her tongue around the tip and took him into her mouth. She started slowly, moaning around his length, taking him deeper after each time she came up for air, until his cock reached the back of her throat. Hermione reached for his hand, placing it on her hair and encouraging him to control the speed of her bobbing. Every time she moaned, he gripped slightly tighter, causing her to moan further. Her tongue traced patterns on the underside of his cock as she bobbed, and he could feel her small hand cradling his balls with the occasional light tug keeping him from falling too quickly.
His grip on her hair tightened sharply when her finger slipped dangerously close over his perineum. She choked slightly, her eyes watering as she grinned around his cock.
“Not there,” Severus ground out through gritted teeth. “Not yet, anyway.”
Hermione sucked and fondled, alternating between shallow and deep. He felt his balls start to draw tighter and tried to warn her as she started to go faster, before his cock trembled as he felt the gush of warm salty liquid rush into her mouth. She pulled back, spluttering slightly, a dribble of come going down her chin as she swallowed her mouthful. Severus pulled her up onto his lap, he wiped his come from her chin before kissing her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.
Severus brought his hand up to rest on her side, holding her in place as he stole her breath even further. He started making small circles in her side before palming her breast with his large hand. He squeezed and kneaded as she moaned into his mouth, encouraging him to tweak her nipple through her top. She pulled back and ripped off her top, leaving her in just her bra, which Severus quickly divested from her. Severus stared at her, making Hermione blush and move to cover herself, seemingly embarrassed of her scars.
Severus stopped her, “Beautiful” he whispered, capturing her lips in his again and moving her to straddle his waist.
He pinched both of her nipples in his fingers and she threw her head back, thrusting her chest closer towards him. He took the invitation to take her nipple in his mouth and suckle, delighting in the louder moans it drew from her. The vibrations tickling his throat. He sucked and teased, as Hermione grew more excited, grinding herself down on his lap.
Severus could feel a growing damp spot through her trousers as his cock started to stir again beneath her. Wandlessly banishing his boots and trousers, he stood up. Hermione squeaked and clung around him as he carried her through to his bedroom, placing her on his bed. Severus quickly removed the rest of their clothing, and growling lowly, he pounced upon her, causing her giggles to turn into more moans.
He started to move further down her body, towards the area she wanted him most. Planting licks and kisses, he grinned as he found her absolutely drenched.
“Excited are we?” he teased her.
“Just get…ohhh...”
Her reply broke into a needy moan as he licked a broad stripe, lapping up the nectar of the gods. He dipped his tongue into her core, and Hermione gripped his hair tightly, her legs squeezing around his head.
“Careful, witch,” he chuckled into her quivering folds.
He carried on his ministrations, touching everywhere except the one place she wanted him the most.
“Severus, please!” she whined.
He lifted his head, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at her. “Please, what, witch?”
“Please touch me. I’m going insane with all of this.,” she panted.
“Where? Here?” He planted a kiss on her thigh.
“Nooo.”
“Here?” He moved higher, kissing and lapping at her folds.
“Severusssss”
“How about here?” His tongue circled the tight bud, lightly placing a kiss before sucking hard on the point. Hermione’s back arched, and she screamed in delight, fisting the bedsheets around her.
Severus continued sucking, his fingers tracing her folds before plunging into her depths. He pumped his fingers in and out, bringing Hermione to the edge before moaning against her clit, sending her tumbling into orgasm.
Severus slowly pulled his face away, watching, still pumping his fingers lightly as Hermione came back to earth, shuddering around him. He moved back up the bed, giving her a moment to breathe as he stroked her hair and licked his fingers clean of her juices.
“Alright?” he asked softly, as he watched her struggle to form words.
She laughed, “Definitely! That was… incredible.”
She traced his jawline with her finger, placing kisses along it with the lightest of touches. She moved to capture his lips again, their kisses soft and tender before growing frantic once more.
Panting, Hermione whispered “I need you Severus, now.”
Severus wasted no time, he moved over her, lining his cock up with her waiting heat. Slowly he entered her, taking his time until he was fully seated, allowing her to adjust. She scrabbled at his back, willing him to move. He pumped in and out, going faster at her increasing demands.
She was pure, blistering heat. Warm, wet, and eager. Severus had scarcely felt such pleasure in his miserable life. Their flesh meeting, their moans mingling - it was true bliss. His only regret was not admitting his feelings sooner.
Severus felt himself close to the point of no return, and he played with Hermione’s clit, determined to make her fall before him. Hermione quickly reached her climax and dragged him over the edge too.
Sated, he pulled his softened cock and collapsed beside her, breathless. Hermione shifted towards him, and he pulled her to his chest, starting to doze.
Hermione dozed for a while before he felt her stirring. He watched sleepily as she summoned her wand and performed some cleansing charms, before Severus pulled the covers up over them both. She reached over and placed her wand on the nightstand next to his own. Settling back into his arms, Hermione kissed his chest.
“It’s past midnight,” she mused. “Happy Birthday, Severus. Next time… we’ll use the doll”
Severus laughed and kissed her hair, silently thanking Draco for the best birthday present he had ever received.