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Companionship and Sex
Typically, scrawling red ink across devastatingly bad essays was relaxing to Severus. However, right now it only aggravated him more, reminding him that he’d done this to himself. Assigning every class an essay in the same week was something he’d not done since his first year of teaching. He’d normally cycle through the classes, saving the deplorable first year essays for the last week in the month, and the advanced NEWTS in the beginning. Instead, he’d mixed up the lesson plans and assigned them all in the middle of the month.
With a frustrated groan, he flipped to the next essay, thinking of all the things he’d rather do than grade a literal mountain of them. Or rather who he’d rather be doing. Granger, as insufferable as ever, somehow wormed her way past his walls, and he found he enjoyed her company almost as much as his own. And he told himself it had nothing to do with how perfect she looked naked in his bed. Nothing at all.
Severus had to admit, to his chagrin, that perhaps his dalliances with the Charms Professor were the root cause of him making such a mistake with his lesson plans. He’d been distracted that Friday, trying to get the classes out so that he could get to his chambers where he knew she was already waiting. Something about the witch and her brilliant brown eyes and soft welcoming body made him feel and react as if he were a younger man with less sense than libido.
Even thinking about her now had his cock twitching in his trousers like he was an overeager boy. Taking in a deep frustrated breath, he diverted his focus back to the essays, willing his body to behave. There would be no naked Granger in his bed this evening. She was off with her friends, celebrating one of the Weasley-Brown spawn’s birthdays. She’d mentioned she didn't know when she’d be back as she left, which meant even if he got these done expeditiously, there was nothing waiting for him when he returned to his rooms but books and brooding.
He wasn’t upset or jealous that she spent time with others. Severus had no grounds to be. They weren’t in a relationship, there was never any formal declaration of anything. Their situation consisted of companionship and sex. So he had no reason to be aggravated that she was out, and he wasn’t. He was aggravated with the workload he had before him.
With a renewed vigor, he began to highlight the idiocy of the work before him, drawing lines through whole paragraphs at a time.
A knock on his door jarred his attention from his spite grading, sending an errant line across the page.
“I am busy,” he growled at the doors, having no interest in entertaining whomever ventured to his office. It wasn’t his office hours, so he wasn’t obligated to speak to any students at this time either.
Severus jerked his head up when his door opened despite his clear dismissal. Whomever it was had better have a good reason for such a brazen move. He set his quill down, glaring as the door creaked open the rest of the way, preparing to unleash his foul mood on the intruder. If there wasn’t a death or a fire then he would take every point from the perpetrator's house. The snarl on his face and the venom poised on his lips faltered when Hermione let herself in.
“I just wanted to let you know I was back,” she told him softly, closing the door behind her.
Inhaling through his nose to temper the strong instinct to snap at her, he nodded. “I had anticipated you would be out all evening.”
“The birthday girl stuffed herself full of cake, ran around screaming, then passed out cold.” Hermione shrugged, crossing the room to his desk. Her full lips twisted in something like disgust, as she continued. “And I had no interest in drinking and playing cards with everyone else after.”
Severus followed her with his eyes, taking in the plum dress she wore that barely kissed her knees. “It sounds like you had an enjoyable evening.”
“I did,” she smiled down at him as she rounded his desk, leaning back against the edge of it.
The stretchy sweater-like material of her dress clung to her curves, making him want to reach out and run his hands down them. He resisted the urge, reaching for his quill again. “As you can see, I am busy, so if that is all—”
“Severus,” she hummed softly, catching his hand before he could dip the nib into the ink.
Scanning from where her hand rested on his hand, his eyes trailed up her arm, across her shoulder, up her neck where he could see the smallest sliver of a lovebite he’d tucked under her collar to her smiling face. “Yes?”
“I missed you while I was gone.” She cupped her hand around his wrist, and fluidly slid from being perched on the desk into his lap. She wedged herself between him and his work as she drew his captured hand to rest on her hip. Her other arm curled around the back of his neck, as she pressed a kiss to his temple.
The warmth of her against him made his cock twitch again, and he swallowed, leaning away from the tender lips against his skin. “Hermione, don’t. I’m behind as it is.”
The tempting witch shifted on his lap, not helping matters as she glanced at the workload on his desk and turned back to him with a bright eager smile. “I’ll help with your essays. You’re overworked, and there is a lot here—more than you can get done by yourself in a night.”
Clearing his throat, he shook his head. He was well aware that he would get even less work done with her here than just thinking about her. “I don’t need your help.”
A smirk crossed her face as she shifted again on his lap, turning and wrapping both her arms around his neck. “I think I know what you need,” she purred at him in a tone that he knew all too well.
The blood flow in his body began a rapid downward trek as her words coiled around his spine.
“Witch,” he growled, enunciating the end of the word as he moved his hand down to grip her ass, pulling her tighter to him. “You are insufferable.”
Brown eyes darkened as her smirk was replaced by her biting her lower lip. “So I’ve been told.”
That was the breaking point of his resistance, watching her tease and worry that lip between her teeth when it belonged between his lips. His other hand grabbed the back of her neck, tangling in brown curls as he drew her to him. Their lips crashed together, noses bumping briefly. The pressure of her fingers digging into his shoulder only added to the increasing heat in his chest and further down as she grabbed his chin with the other and tilted it. Hermione’s lips were insistent against his, kissing him hungrily and sucking his tongue into her mouth. Breaking apart, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it, before he plunged back into the kiss again, matching her enthusiasm.
Her lips were sweet, more so than typically, an added saccharine to them that took Severus a moment to recognize. “You taste like birthday cake,” he rumbled against her lips, his thumb slipping under her dress to trace the back of her knickers.
“I had some while I was at the party,” she panted, leaning back to look in his eyes as her fingers traced over the front buttons of his frock coat. It was apparent that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, the tightness in his trousers becoming close to unbearable.
However, the pile of paperwork behind her wasn’t going to do itself, and he struggled to find his bearings. He wanted to sink into this beautiful witch, to do unspeakable things to her in this office, but the work ahead of him was distracting.
“I really should mark these essays, Hermione,” Severus gasped out. As the words left his lips, he realized he didn’t want her to agree with him. He wanted her to tell him to shuffle the work off for another time.
“Fuck your essays, Severus,” Hermione rumbled, lifting one leg over his lap and straddling him, rolling against the undeniable bulge.
Her words were almost an order, as if she knew he needed her to release him from his duty to his work. Flexing his fingers, he grabbed her hips, pulling her down so that her clothed core was against his clothed erection, as he let his voice lower into a more aroused rumble. “Why would I do that when you are here begging to be fucked instead?”
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, her jaw slackening ever so slightly before they snapped open, brown orbs enflamed with lust. She lunged for him, kissing him like a woman possessed. Severus pushed up the tight dress until it was to her waist, sinking his hands into the back of her knickers and grasping the globes of her ass as he rutted against her.
The moan that left her flooded his lungs, traveling through his body and making his cock rock hard. He knew then that there would not be enough time to remove clothes for this. Reaching for his wand, he expanded the chair he was sitting in, making more room for her legs to fit around him. Setting it aside, he broke the kiss by digging his fingers into her hair, tugging the way he knew she liked until she arched back from him.
“I am going to fuck you in this tight little dress, and you will thank me for it,” Severus growled, his other hand moving to the placket of his trousers.
“Yes, I will,” Hermione agreed, letting him know that she acknowledged the roles had switched. She pulled one arm into the dress, pushing it out through the top, and then the other, revealing to Severus that she was braless. Her perfect tits were right there on display for him, her dress entirely bunched around her waist.
He released his aching cock from his tight trousers with a groan, rubbing the head of it against the cloth in his way.
“Are these your expensive knickers?” Severus managed, barely having the presence of mind not to rip them off of her.
“Yes,” she gasped out, pulling her wand out from Merlin knows where. With a flick of her wrist, the knickers were off and sitting on the desk behind her.
“Good witch,” he praised, releasing her hair so that he could grab her hips. “Hold on to the desk, do not let go. I want to watch your pretty little cunt swallow my cock.”
“Yes, Sir!” Hermione half-whimpered, half-shouted as she turned her arms back. Her thumbs braced against the top of the desk as her fingers curled around the edge. She then pushed her upper body up so that her back arched and her tits were pressed toward him.
Digging his fingers into her hips, he lined himself up with her opening, marveling at how wet she was from just their kissing.
Had she been thinking of him before she arrived too?
Shaking the thought away, he rocked his hips up, watching his cock disappear into her to the hilt. His trousers were going to be soaked with her juices, but he didn't care. Her cunt squeezed him so tight that he had to suck in a breath, holding himself in place lest he come then and there. “Fuck, how are you so tight?” he gasped, his thumbs pressing into the spot where her hips met her thighs.
Her eyes were shut, her chin tipped toward the ceiling as she breathed heavily, obviously enjoying herself. Severus released his hold to slap the side of her ass. “Don’t you have something to say to me?”
Her head snapped up, clouded brown eyes focusing on his as she cried out in pleasure. “Thank you, Severus! Thank you for fucking me in this tight little dress!”
This position suited the voyeur in him, and he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it as he planted his feet firmly so that he could get the leverage he needed. Severus drew back from her and rocked up, only to have her push forward and sink down on him again. He loved it when she knew exactly what he wanted her to do without needing to ask.
“That’s it, just like that,” he coaxed, rocking up and meeting her in the middle. Releasing her other hip, he pressed his thumb into her clit, tracing circles exactly the way he knew drove her wild.
It was mesmerizing, fucking her like this. Her free tit bounced up and down with each meeting of their hips, and her skin flushed red from her face to her belly button. She was a fucking masterpiece, living art, her perfect cunt sucking him in, quivering around him. He increased the intensity of his thumb’s dance over her clit, watching as her jaw quivered and her voice warbled out his name, ‘ please ’, ‘ don’t stop ’ and ’ fuck ’ in a tune he would never grow tired of.
A knock on his door jolted him from his observation of her, and he snatched his wand up, locking the it swiftly with a deadly snarl. “I. AM. BUSY !! GO. AWAY!”
There was a sound of rapid shuffling on the other side, but he turned his attention back to the beautiful creature riding him toward his own oblivion. The silken grip around his cock was flooding him with heat, and he felt his balls starting to draw up closer to his body. He wanted to come all over her, watch his seed soak into her skin—mark her as his, even if it was temporary.
“Severus, I-I’m going—” Hermione screeched out, her body convulsing around him.
“Fuck—” Severus panted out, the wresting pressure pulling him over the edge. He drew his hips back quickly from her spasming cunt, releasing his hold on her breast to pull up his pulsing cock just as he spilled over. He watched with euphoric pleasure as each rope of hot cum coated her skin and crumpled dress, his hips jerking with each movement. Satisfaction flooded him as the last shudder ran through his body.
Spent, he fell against the back of the chair, his hands falling down onto her thighs, holding her as best as possible with his remaining energy to keep her from falling.
After a few moments, Hermione groaned as she pushed up from the position she was in against the desk. Her hands were red from the pressure as she rested them against his heaving chest. Her eyes were fixed on the cooling liquid spattering her abdomen and dress. She peered up at him with arched eyebrows and a knowing smile on her lips.
“Sorry about your dress,” Severus coughed out, trying to conceal his satisfaction and obvious lack of remorse.
She rolled her eyes, “No, you aren’t. You’re just sorry you didn’t hit my tits.”
With a slight shrug and a smug smile, he ran his finger around one of her exposed nipples. “You’re right, I’m not sorry about the dress.”
Hermione pressed a kiss to his lips and shuffled backwards off of his lap, pulling the dress down over her hips and pulling her arms back into it. He could see the fabric darkening with wetness from the cum she’d pull it over. With a flick of her wand, a second chair was next to his, and she sat down in it, looking at him expectantly. “So, what topic are the essays on?”
“I am sure you’d rather shower than grade these essays,” Severus commented, tucking himself back into his trousers. He knew he wanted a shower, but that he would wait until he’d gotten some of his work done.
“I would, but I want to take one with you.” She turned in her chair, fixing him with a stare. It was full of promise and a firmness he recognized that made warmth creep up his spine. “You got me dirty, you will get me clean, do you understand?” As the words slipped from her lips she plucked up her knickers from where they rested on his desk and carefully tucked them into his front pocket.
It seemed their evening wasn’t over yet. There was a thrill of excitement that moved through Severus as he nodded. “Yes, I will.”
A bright smile replaced the stern expression, and she turned her attention back to the desk. “Well, to do that, we need to tackle these essays.”
“Very well,” Severus said, pulling a stack of essays from the piles. He couldn’t argue with her logic, and he now definitely wanted to work quickly toward that shower. Handing her the pile, he slid the ink between them and drew a quill from his desk drawer, setting it in front of her. “Here are the first year’s essays, it’s supposed to be on the difference between a curse and a hex with three examples of each. I have no idea what they actually thought they were writing about.”
“Thank you,” Hermione hummed, setting the pile in front of her. “And when we are done with one class each, we are done for the night. I can help you catch up tomorrow.”
He grunted in agreement, turning to the fifth year's essays with a little more urgency.
Hermione shifted in her seat, reaching across the space between them for the hand that wasn’t holding his quill. Her soft fingers wrapped around his, and lingered there. She said nothing, merely holding his hand while working through his classes essays.
There was a small part of him frustrated that this witch had wiggled her way into his life, around his walls. Then there was another part of him—the part of him that thrived on her company. This part of Severus felt complete in her presence, and was also confusingly frustrated at not knowing what they were.
After all, this seemed like more than companionship and sex.