Wicked Witch | Drabble Series | Harry Potter
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Author: thewordmap
Rating: NC-17
Words: 980
Summary: Hermione is a wicked witch who excells on all her subjects. Written for grangersnape100
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.
A/N: I thought this was going to turn out more graphic than it did. I loved writing it but didn't feel comfortable attempting to take it any further. I hope you still like it, though.
I.
Hermione licked her lips and looked mischeviously over her shoulder. She had finally mastered that bloody wandless magic spell. Her husband, Severus Snape, was lying on the floor against the wall, the books all around him.
"I'm sorry, dear," she said, the glint in her eye. "I didn't mean to hurl you like that across the room. But you have to admit, I am getting better at those spells."
Snape looked up and smiled a wicked grin. "It's now your bloody fault my back hurts. But that doesn't matter, let us see what other things you're good at, shall we?"
II.
Snape stood up from the rubble and went to her. Hermione laughed and backed away, tripping over a cushion and falling on the floor. Snape snickered. "Now it is I who is standing," he said. He leaned down and took Hermione by the waist, lifting her light body. Hermione wrapped her legs around Snape's waist and her arms around his neck. Finally, leverage.
Snape looked at her, the same wicked grin on his face. "Miss Granger, this is too inappropriate," he said.
"Why is that so?" Hermione asked, playing innocent.
"You were my student merely a couple of year ago. Surely you don't think this is acceptable."
Hermione leaned her head back, exposing her thin porcelan neck and said, almost in a purr. "I believe I have forgotten what's acceptable and what isn't."
III.
Snape began kissing her throat, sliding his tongue from her ear down to her clavicle. She shivered under his touch, like she always did. She let him explore her with his tongue, using his hands to hold her by her ass as he moved towards one of the walls. Hermione's eyes were closed and she enjoyed the pleasure he caused her. When she felt the wall behind her and the pressure that was now Snape's body on hers, everything inside her intensified.
"You are beautiful," he groaned into her ear, nibbling the love and causing her to almost shake. Not yet, she thought and then she leaned down and kissed Severus's lips, capturing that soft mouth in hers. Their tongues joined and they moved rhytmically, as if they had been doing it all their lives. She released her hands from behind his neck and used them to explore his chest. She could already feel his hard cock against her body and the wall behind them acted as support as she used her fingers to tease the stary hairs in his chest.
IV.
"I can't hold you any longer," Snape said and Hermione felt herself detach from the wall. He was still holding her and kissing her neck as he traveled towards the bed. There, he let her fall into the just-cleaned sheets and studied her. Her face was red and her chest was rising and falling quickly. He knew that if he kissed her and touched her now, she would quickly come.
He proceeded to crawl on top of her, his hair hanging limply at the sides of his face. Hermione started to unbutton his shirt with her long, able fingers. He did the same to her, slowly revealing the lace brassiere that she had chose to wear that morning. He scowled.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"You keep those beautiful breasts of yours compressed in these things. I rather wish you not wear them," he said.
Hermione looked at him and bit her lips. "But what would the others think? Surely you don't want me prancing around the ministry without underclothings?"
"WIth all those bastards? Of course I don't. I mean here, at your own home."
She looked him directly in his eyes and then kissed his lips. "Your wish is my command."
V.
Snape unclasped the brassiere, revealing her lovely breasts. But before he could do anything to them, Hermione whispered, "I want to touch you first."
A heartbeat of silence passed between them and then Snape said, "What do you mean?"
Hermione bit her lips and her face blushed in embarrassment. "You always seem to know exactly how to please me. But I want to be first now, just this once."
Snape coninued to stare at her face. Was this girl finally going crazy? It wouldn't really surprise him. But then he looked down at his pants and the pressure that was there and he knew she would do him good. He nodded and let her push him into the bed so that now she was on top. She smiled evilly as she unbuckled his trousers. She saw the hard cock and her eyes widened, but then she smiled. She pressed her lips to his navel and then used her tongue as she traced a path from his belly button down to the very top of his pride. She heard him gasp and clutch the sheets. If this was just her close proximity making him react this way, Hermione couldn't imagine how he would react if she were to do the things she wanted to do.
VI.
Afterwards, they lay in bed, her back pressed to his chest as he twirled a strand of her hair. She was asleep in his arms, that little muse of his. He could remember those moments they had spent hating and bickering with each other and wished that it would not have been that way. That he would not have wasted his time making her miserable and instead used it to please her in every way he could.
She stirred under his touch and then turned to face him, her eyes open. She smiled again, trying to imitate his wickedness as her hand traveled down to his cock and grasped it in her hand. His reaction was instant. He kissed her lips and growled, "I reckon you want another lesson."
Hermione giggled and nodded her assent without saying a word. They buried themselves under the sheets and played their innocent game.
Author: thewordmap
Rating: NC-17
Words: 980
Summary: Hermione is a wicked witch who excells on all her subjects. Written for grangersnape100
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.
A/N: I thought this was going to turn out more graphic than it did. I loved writing it but didn't feel comfortable attempting to take it any further. I hope you still like it, though.
I.
Hermione licked her lips and looked mischeviously over her shoulder. She had finally mastered that bloody wandless magic spell. Her husband, Severus Snape, was lying on the floor against the wall, the books all around him.
"I'm sorry, dear," she said, the glint in her eye. "I didn't mean to hurl you like that across the room. But you have to admit, I am getting better at those spells."
Snape looked up and smiled a wicked grin. "It's now your bloody fault my back hurts. But that doesn't matter, let us see what other things you're good at, shall we?"
II.
Snape stood up from the rubble and went to her. Hermione laughed and backed away, tripping over a cushion and falling on the floor. Snape snickered. "Now it is I who is standing," he said. He leaned down and took Hermione by the waist, lifting her light body. Hermione wrapped her legs around Snape's waist and her arms around his neck. Finally, leverage.
Snape looked at her, the same wicked grin on his face. "Miss Granger, this is too inappropriate," he said.
"Why is that so?" Hermione asked, playing innocent.
"You were my student merely a couple of year ago. Surely you don't think this is acceptable."
Hermione leaned her head back, exposing her thin porcelan neck and said, almost in a purr. "I believe I have forgotten what's acceptable and what isn't."
III.
Snape began kissing her throat, sliding his tongue from her ear down to her clavicle. She shivered under his touch, like she always did. She let him explore her with his tongue, using his hands to hold her by her ass as he moved towards one of the walls. Hermione's eyes were closed and she enjoyed the pleasure he caused her. When she felt the wall behind her and the pressure that was now Snape's body on hers, everything inside her intensified.
"You are beautiful," he groaned into her ear, nibbling the love and causing her to almost shake. Not yet, she thought and then she leaned down and kissed Severus's lips, capturing that soft mouth in hers. Their tongues joined and they moved rhytmically, as if they had been doing it all their lives. She released her hands from behind his neck and used them to explore his chest. She could already feel his hard cock against her body and the wall behind them acted as support as she used her fingers to tease the stary hairs in his chest.
IV.
"I can't hold you any longer," Snape said and Hermione felt herself detach from the wall. He was still holding her and kissing her neck as he traveled towards the bed. There, he let her fall into the just-cleaned sheets and studied her. Her face was red and her chest was rising and falling quickly. He knew that if he kissed her and touched her now, she would quickly come.
He proceeded to crawl on top of her, his hair hanging limply at the sides of his face. Hermione started to unbutton his shirt with her long, able fingers. He did the same to her, slowly revealing the lace brassiere that she had chose to wear that morning. He scowled.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"You keep those beautiful breasts of yours compressed in these things. I rather wish you not wear them," he said.
Hermione looked at him and bit her lips. "But what would the others think? Surely you don't want me prancing around the ministry without underclothings?"
"WIth all those bastards? Of course I don't. I mean here, at your own home."
She looked him directly in his eyes and then kissed his lips. "Your wish is my command."
V.
Snape unclasped the brassiere, revealing her lovely breasts. But before he could do anything to them, Hermione whispered, "I want to touch you first."
A heartbeat of silence passed between them and then Snape said, "What do you mean?"
Hermione bit her lips and her face blushed in embarrassment. "You always seem to know exactly how to please me. But I want to be first now, just this once."
Snape coninued to stare at her face. Was this girl finally going crazy? It wouldn't really surprise him. But then he looked down at his pants and the pressure that was there and he knew she would do him good. He nodded and let her push him into the bed so that now she was on top. She smiled evilly as she unbuckled his trousers. She saw the hard cock and her eyes widened, but then she smiled. She pressed her lips to his navel and then used her tongue as she traced a path from his belly button down to the very top of his pride. She heard him gasp and clutch the sheets. If this was just her close proximity making him react this way, Hermione couldn't imagine how he would react if she were to do the things she wanted to do.
VI.
Afterwards, they lay in bed, her back pressed to his chest as he twirled a strand of her hair. She was asleep in his arms, that little muse of his. He could remember those moments they had spent hating and bickering with each other and wished that it would not have been that way. That he would not have wasted his time making her miserable and instead used it to please her in every way he could.
She stirred under his touch and then turned to face him, her eyes open. She smiled again, trying to imitate his wickedness as her hand traveled down to his cock and grasped it in her hand. His reaction was instant. He kissed her lips and growled, "I reckon you want another lesson."
Hermione giggled and nodded her assent without saying a word. They buried themselves under the sheets and played their innocent game.