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There would be no rumination, no pity. He expressly forbade it and didn’t give the audience a chance, immediately fastening a guitar and going into the next song.

He nodded along.

 I wanted more, it went away.

I asked the Lord, she said maybe

Gone was his trademark smirk, replaced with a strange, yet very sexual other lip movement.

I wanna take us all the way

Don't ever change

OK?

He winked at her in the crowd. It was quick and subtle, his hair almost obscuring the gesture, but he knew by her face that she caught it.

Don't believe the government or anything you read

Nothing really matters when you're up against me

After the last song, he was feeling freer than he had in a long time, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

He hadn’t been this carefree since, well… he couldn’t remember, exactly. At least not without the aid of many muggle drugs. Cocaine was a favorite. But he wasn’t on anything tonight, unless you counted the two fingers of whiskey he had before getting on stage.

What did it matter? Tonight was shaping up to be a great night. She had endured the last song and not bolted. He was taking that as a sign. He would flirt shamelessly, without immediate repercussions, and hopefully take more than his hand home with him tonight.

They didn't tell us what we're up against

I just want you up against me

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Hermione bit her lip, stifling a laugh. The previous song had been heartbreaking, but his ability to rebound was astonishing and always something that she admired. He was resilient. And he was damn sexy.

I just want you up against me

Up against me

She blushed but couldn’t seem to admonish herself for the thoughts running around in her head. After all, she was just following the lyrics of the song. Her back, pressed tightly to his chest. His hands, currently sinfully stroking the strings of his guitar, being put to better use just a few inches lower, on her body. She could feel the heat rising, never once letting her eyes leave him.

Draining her wine, she stood. Surely, she could influence someone to dance with her. It had been a long time since she was the mousey haired teenager with teeth resembling that of a beaver. Her knees  no longer wobbled. In their place were firm thighs, a curve to her waist, smooth shoulders, and a defined collar bone. She wouldn’t delude herself into believing she was the most attractive one in the bar, but she had learned how to tame her hair, and she never left someone without a phone number or two, despite being with Ron at the time.

With stellar timing, her bartender from earlier, with the generous pour, headed her way.

“Is this a professional run or are you free to dance?” she asked, with a slight raise of her eyebrows and bite of her lip.

“Well…” he pontificated for a second “…I suppose they could get on without me for a few. Just a mo, let me throw this in the back” he untied his apron and chucked it over the bar. Then he took her hand and let her into the crowd. Her eyes remained glued to the lead singer.

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He admired her cheek. She never failed to get a rise out of him, that was for sure. If this was the game she wanted to play, he was more than willing. He took her action as not only acknowledging his advance, but goading him on, parrying with him.

A tiny war inside your head

That chips away and wants you dead

It's all about what Lennon said

Let's change the world from bed

His hips rocked with the song, his body feeling the beat. He smirked, watching her. It felt like an invitation to dance with her. But she was untouchable in the crowd. She knew how to play the game, but he wasn’t going to let such a small thing like distance stop him from dancing with her. Two could play this game.

He matched her movements from the stage, complimenting them, using his guitar in her place. Her move.

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And don't believe the government or anything you read

'Cause nothing really matters when you're up against me

Hermione almost choked when she realized what he was doing. Merlin, not only his hips, but his range! In her fantasies, he had growled, and his voice went gravelly and deep when he came. But now… what would he sound like? Would his voice instead go high? Would he scream if she sucked him just right? If she hit his prostate perfectly? She was more than damp just imagining the possibilities.

They didn't tell us what we're up against

I just want you up against me

She brought her dance partner closer. She was not one for sultry moves, usually. She kept things proper, but imagining that Severus was behind her, it was his warmth against her, his cock grinding on the small of her back, made her forego her more proper manners and instead give in to primal desires. She turned in whatever-his-name’s arms and ran her hand along his cheek bone, through the hair on the nape of his neck, tugging roughly, pulling his head back, while she ground herself against him, pressing herself along his body, letting him feel the wave of her hips undulating against his. All the while, her eyes never left His.

I just want you up against me

I just want you up against me

Up against me

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Sweet Merlin, his body felt out of control. It was all he could do to keep singing right now. She was teasing him, practically fucking the poor bartender on the dance floor. The boy didn’t stand a chance. Neither did he. The wanton-ness of her moves intoxicated him. Somehow, she still managed to keep her grinding from looking cheap, like half of the rest of the crowd. He shuddered as his guitar pressed against his rock hard cock. He groaned.

They don't know our kind of love

Just come on over, my love

They don't know our kind of love

Just come on over

His hips thrust again, the anguish of his zipper pressed against his hot flesh doing nothing to abate the feeling creeping up on him.

They didn't tell us what we're up against

I just want you up against me

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She was breathless by the end. She kissed the poor boy’s cheek and left him dazedly staring after her as she made her way towards where she knew the stage entrance was. Her body was more than ready, and if she didn’t have him “up against her” as he so aptly kept crooning, she would combust. She was sure of it.

With fire in her eyes, she willed him to look at her standing just off to the side of the stage.

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Severus Snape could not put the microphone down fast enough. He practically threw his guitar to the stage hand in his haste to leave the stage. Concert over. Tough that it was only four songs in. They could make do without him for the rest of the night. Jimmy on bass was great at singing covers. He had more important things to do. More importantly, he had a very important person to do. Because by god, if she didn’t let him touch her, he would explode. His nerve endings were alight. His cock reminded him how very impatient he was with every breath he took, with every step. Every time it grated against his zipper, he was that much closer to vanishing his trousers altogether. Ten long strides to reach her.

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He wasted no time with pleasantries, grabbing her by the elbow with a strength she knew would leave a mark. In less than thirty seconds, he wand was out, blasting open a door leading to an alleyway.

Well, she thought, Not what I imagined, but this will do.

She moaned as the cold air hit her and suddenly, she had him pinned to the brick behind them. Her lips were on his in a flash. He tasted earthy, yet sweet. He smelled the same, mixed with sandalwood and smoke, as if from a fire. It assaulted her nose. She had never smelled anything as intoxicating. Her lips were rough and hard against his, battling for dominance. She reached for his hair, but he was quicker.

His strong fingers entwined themselves in her hair, pulling roughly. Her head had no choice but to follow. When she looked in his eyes, she saw the desperate desire she felt echoing in him.

“Miss Granger,” he growled lowly.

She bit her lip and moaned. “Ahh. Fuck. Please. Don’t- . Need you. Now.”

He ground herself against him, moaning louder as she felt the bulge in his trousers. Angling her hips, she did it again, rubbing herself on him, her clit pressed against the bulge. She could feel the heat emanating from him. It wouldn’t take her long at all to finish, to take her pleasure from him.

He clearly had other ideas. The sensation seemed to reawaken him. Growling, he flipped them, almost slamming her against the brick, pushing her up farther on the wall, so the only choice she had was to wrap her legs around him. Her arms made purchase around his neck and her thighs and calves squeezed his waist as he pressed against her again.

“What do you need, Miss Granger?”

He dipped his head, assaulting her neck with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. He was marking her. She could only moan, her brain foggy with desire. She pulled his head closer in, biting her lip to hold back a whimper.

“Did you think that you could tease me with that child and get away with it?”

Unable to stop it, she whimpered. “No. Merlin, please, Severus. I need you.”

He paused, his hips stuttering. She had called him by his first name. Instead of offended, he was turned on even more.

“If you have some misconstrued notion about virtue or are planning on teasing me and walking away, I suggest you tell me now, because I promise you, I will not stop after this moment.”

To answer him, she reached for the buckle of his pants.

“Oh, fuck, Granger.”

“Hermione” she cut in. “When you scream my name, you will use Hermione.”

His momentary lapse in concentration afforded her the opportunity she sought. Lowering her legs, she continued with her ministrations, unbuttoning his pants. There was a resounding clink as the button hit the undone belt buckle.

Before he could blink, she was on her knees in front of him. His breathing hitched.

She pressed her face to his crotch, unzipping him and taking in his scent through the soft cotton of his black briefs. The musty smell that always made her gag on Ron was heady and mouth-watering on him. She kissed him through his pants.

“oohh” was his reply. He didn’t know where to put his hands, settling for leaving them in fists against the brick on his back. His hips stuttered as he tried to hold them back.

She grinned, nipping at the cotton before shoving both trousers and pants down mid-thigh. The cold air hit his burning cock and he hissed, the assault on his senses overwhelming. Almost immediately, her warm breath was easing the frigidity.

Her mouth was on his cock, then. Licking from base to tip. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, moaning a little at the salty taste of precum that had built.

She could do this all night, she thought. Never had she wanted anything more than to see the pleasure she was wringing from him on his open face. With the flat of her tongue, she gave the head another firm lick before swallowing him down. She took him as far as was comfortable, then eased a little farther so he could feel her throat muscles quiver. She breathed deeply, willing herself to remain calm. Saliva was building up in her mouth and her nostrils were straining for air. She slowly raised her head until she was almost off him before lowering her head once again. She kept up a slow pace for a few minutes before bringing a hand up to grip at the length she couldn’t fit in her throat.

She took his moans as encouragement and continued her ministrations. Her other than came up to fondle his sack. She rolled one ball in her hand, then the other. She tugged lightly, and then crept slightly past, pressing her fingers to the spot behind, touching his prostate from the outside.

Severus jerked and cried out, his cock jumping in her mouth. The fact that he had lasted this long was a miracle, but he knew that twenty more seconds of this torture and he would spend embarrassingly into her mouth.

“Her- Hermione. Stop. Uhh. So close. Uhhhh. Stop. Please please please stop.”

His waist was bent, willing her to pull off.

She looked up at him, feeling the tightening in his sack. She pressed her finger to his perineum once more and just as he cried out, wrapped her hand painfully tight around his cock and pulled down on his balls.

His cry grew stronger, frustration and relief at war. She blew lightly on his cock, one final tease, before moving back up, letting him see her watery eyes. Her red, used lips. She kissed him, letting him taste himself in her mouth.

“The next time I tell you to stop, you stop.” He growled in his most intimidating voice. Previous to tonight, it would have her quaking where she stood. It had brought her to tears more than once in her school days, but right now, it made her already wet knickers even wetter. Her nipples, never ones to be overly sensitive, stood proudly at attention, begging for inspection.

He flipped them over and tore her shirt open. He ripped her bra apart and she briefly remembered that this hadn’t been the goal of tonight, so her knickers and bra didn’t match, nor were they particularly sexy. He didn’t seem to care, though.

She thrust her chest out, begging for him to touch. She reached for his hand and directed it to her nipple.

Playing along, he allowed her to grab his hand and place it upon her breast. He smirked as he flicked a nipple with his thumb and she gasped. Bringing his face down to chest level, he took her other in his mouth, biting and licking, soothing the wounds before sucking gently.

The hand previously on her other breast moved down with the other, undoing her jeans before realizing the incompatibility of their clothing choices. Murmuring into her skin, she felt suddenly bereft of clothing on her lower half. He had vanished her pants.

Grinning predatorily at her, he sank down,  his face directly in front of her mound. She bit her lip, a sudden sense of self-consciousness overcoming her.

His large nose parted her folds and he sniffed.

She groaned.

He inhaled deeply and nuzzled into her before allowing his tongue the first tastes. She felt as well as heard him whimper. It was almost enough to make her come right there. She spread her legs wider, willing his tongue to slide farther down, into her begging hole.

As if he heard her pleas, he flicked his tongue a few more times against her clit and moved down with long, luxurious licks, to her waiting entrance. His eyes met hers as he slowly rolled his tongue and pressed against her. His nose hit her clit in time with his tongue’s thrusts.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” She cried. Her hands found his hair and she grabbed at it tightly, alternating between pulling at the roots and pushing him deeper into her.

He let her use him for a while, enjoying the depravity of being her own personal sex toy, before he moved his head slightly, his tongue falling out of her core to move once again to her clit. He used fast strokes that made her body tremble. He felt the tremors build and plunged two fingers into her aching center. She cried out as he brushed them against the front of her wall. His other arm wrapped around her hips as her hands pressed into his shoulders, his fingers never stopping their assault.

She screamed as she climaxed, her world going dark. It was never ending and she felt liquid gushing out of her in time with the throbbing of her inner walls against his fingers. She whimpered release and looked down, seeing his hand, wrist, and sleeve covered in liquid.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry. That’s never happened before. Shit.” She worked herself up as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, looking amazed.

His eyes turned feral as he looked up at her and suddenly, with an apology frozen on her lips, he had her again pressed against the brick, this time grinding his long-neglected cock at her entrance.

“Do. Not. Ever. Apologize. For orgasming at my hand.” He ground out, bringing his soaked fingers to his lips, licking them of her juices.

“It is not your fault your lovers have been…neglectful.” He drawled.

Taking his fingers from his mouth, he traced her lips before bringing it down to guide his weeping cock to her entrance.

Without further ado, he entered her with one quick thrust, both of them gasping.

“Severus…” she sighed. The sensations were just shy of overwhelming. He fit her perfectly, hitting spots than Ron never had. Having him inside her made her feel complete.

He paused after his first thrust, getting used to the sensation. He hadn’t realized how close he was until he almost completely lost control entering her.

“Hermione…” he pleaded. His hand went to her clit, knowing he didn’t have a lot of time.

Even without moving, his cock twitched dangerously. Feeling her around him, the way she clenched when he flicked her clit a certain way, feeling her attempt to thrust on him… it was all too much.

“Fuck, I’m sorry… I can’t… I need to-“ he whimpered, his eyes shut tight, trying to deny his body what he desperately desired.

She ran her nails down his back. “Please!” she moaned.

That was it. He could no longer hold back. He thrust hard and fast into her, feeling her slam into the brick. He took his hand away from her clit and put both against the wall behind her, slamming into her, his face buried in her neck. He would make it up to her in a second. He was too far gone now.

A dozen earth-shattering thrusts later and he was screaming his release. “Aaahhhh!” his head was raised back his eyes shut tight.

“HERMIONE” he shouted into the night.

She felt him throb inside of her. She brought her fingers down to her clit and with barely two brushes against her sensitive nub, she followed him, her scream lost in her throat, her pleasure silencing her.

The spasms of her release goaded more and more out of him than he thought possible.

Finally, wrung dry and with her boneless against him, he lowered her to the ground.

He rested his head against hers and panted, breathless.

They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, until she felt a draft on her ass.

“Severus…” she whispered. “Did you vanish my pants?”

He opened his eyes and saw her sparkling back with humour. He laughed, then. Completely free and exalted.

“Here. Let me fashion you some new ones. It wouldn’t do to have you walking around pantsless. I dare say, I would get too jealous.” Taking out his wand, he mended her bra and transfigured her ripped shirt into a form-fitting dress. He left her knickerless. Looking at his handiwork, he smirked down at her.

Her indignant look was worth it.

Innocently, he looked down at her. “I can’t create jeans out of thin air. It was the best I could do in the moment. Unless you’d rather wear mine?”

He magicked his trousers and pants up and refastened them, looking as dignified as he did on stage, minus his kiss ripened lips and dilated pupils.

She blinked slowly at him, but did nothing to move away.

Suddenly self-conscious, he ran his hand through his hair. “Miss Granger,” he started, “I understand if this is a one time incident.” He began.

The look he received shut him up immediately. “Unless you were looking for a quick fuck, Professor, I suggest that you either invite me back to yours or take me to…” Her forehead wrinkled in a frown. “Well, currently, I suppose a hotel would do. Walk me home or take me home and invite me for coffee tomorrow.”

“Miss Granger-“

“And for fucks sake, stop calling me that.”

Hermione, I have no intention of making this a one-off. I just wished to forewarn you that I am very possessive of what I desire. If you are to enter a relationship with me, I will not tolerate any side shows. I do not share.”

“Fine.”

“I am not an easy man to be around. I am moody. I often lash out. I am petulant and intolerant of ignorance.”

“Yes.”

“I- what?”

“Yes. Continue”

“Fine, erm, I keep odd hours. I am often busy in my lab. I do cook, but I confess I’m not domestic other than that.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. But you should know, I am also possessive. I cannot promise you this-“ she pointed to their current whereabouts “-will not happen again if I find you acting as you did on stage.”

His eyes widened.

“I read more than I speak. I am often quiet for long periods of time. I can be moody. I’m told I’m bossy. Some even call me an insufferable know-it-all.” Her eyes glittered.

He stammered

“I’m not done. I don’t cook. I will tidy up after myself, but not after anyone else. I will not tolerate messes. I keep my books ordered in a specific way. Other than that, I am also not domestic. Oh. Also, I have a cat. Crookshanks.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. Okay.”

“Okay, then.” She looked around. “Where does that leave us?”

“Do you have things you need to pack?”

“Pack?”

He harrumphed. “Yes, pack. I’ve just finished telling you I am very possessive. What I want is you, with me. I will tolerate if you have a flat alone, for now, but I would much prefer if you were to move in to my house. I have a spare room for you, should you so wish.”

“Oh. Uhm, no, I have everything with me.”

“..You have everything with you?”

“Well, let’s just say, I am completely unburdened and without ties. I’ll tell you later. I want to see this house.”

“…Okay.”

“I’m not saying I’ll move in. But I will stay for the night. I need to think about it. Weigh the pros and cons.”

“Yes, of course.”

“And I would like to repeat this little performance horizontally this time.”

He smiled, a genuine smile, and grabbed her hand, twisting on the spot.