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He wasn’t sure if it was latent magical energy pulling people towards the house or simply because it was the most convenient location for gathering, but Severus Snape always found himself returning to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. After the war, he thought he’d seen the last of the place, but then Potter started inviting him to gatherings, and once again here he was, sitting in the large kitchen at the marked wood table that never seemed to change.
Today there was no war to win, nor party or celebration. Rather, Harry Potter had requested his help with a case, and given their schedules (Potter an Auror and himself now an Unspeakable) and the fact neither of them wanted to be at the ministry on a Saturday, meeting at Potter’s house had been easiest. That, and Severus had no intention of letting the younger wizard know where he lived.
They’d been sitting in the kitchen for several hours, documents and photos scattered across the large table, and a constant supply of tea finally caught up with him: he had to pee. He excused himself politely, and having been coming to this house for half his life for some reason or another, made his way towards the loo on the first floor without directions.
He’d known Ginevra Potter and Hermione Granger were in the house, for they’d popped into the kitchen on occasion for their own sustenance. So it didn’t surprise him when he heard muffled laughter as he turned up the staircase to the first floor. The sounds changed to conversation by the time he reached the landing. Across from him, the doors to the sitting room were closed, but a strip of gold light snuck between the central gap of the sliding double doors along with the witches’ voices. He made to leave them to their conversation, only to halt as he heard Granger say, “… just walked up to me and asked if I wanted to shag.”
“No way! Did you hex him?”
“Of course not. I asked him if his flat was a dump, and he said no, so I said sure.”
He was fairly certain the peal of laughter that followed was Ginevra’s, which was confirmed as she said, “I swear to Merlin, if I didn’t know you, I’d never believe Hermione Granger was such a slag.”
This time both witches chortled. Severus knew he should leave. Their conversation was private, and not meant for a middle-aged wizard of questionable morals visiting one of the witch’s husband. Yet curiousity kept his feet planted in place.
It wasn’t as if Severus was desperate or perverted enough to yank one off on a landing while listening to mildly sexual discourse. But he too, not knowing Hermione Granger all that well, never would have believed the witch would be interested in an unencumbered shag. If he’d been pressed for an opinion, his guess would have been quite the opposite: that the determined, serious witch was likely too preoccupied by her brain to spend any time exploring the potential pleasures of her body.
“More of a wannabe. Honestly, it’s so bloody difficult to find a decent wizard. Most of them can’t get past hello, and the rest, once you get them into bed, last about as long as Bolivian bloodweed.” Severus smirked. He didn’t think she exaggerated. “Honestly, I’m desperate enough I’ve been seriously considering offering myself up as a human sex toy for the next semi-tolerable wizard with a big dick that shows up.”
There was another shriek of laughter, and a soft thump that Severus thought might indicate a thrown pillow.
“You wouldn’t!”
Hermione’s laugh was softer. “I absolutely would for the right wizard. But I need the loo. Be right back.”
Quickly, Severus cast a foot-deadening charm and hurried back down the stairs. He removed the charm at the bottom, took a breath as he cursed himself for his own stupidity, and then mounted the stairs for a second time. At the top, he found Hermione outside the closed sitting room doors, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
He’d done a rather piss poor job of maintaining his skills as a spy, he thought. But there was nothing to do but continue, even though she clearly knew he’d been eavesdropping.
“Good evening,” he greeted her with a steady voice. “I was just on my way to the loo.”
“I’m headed there too.”
“I’ll use one upstairs then,” he said, keeping his eyes on her and making no move to leave.
She studied him for a moment, then he watched her relax, as if she’d decided not to be bothered by his trespass. She shook her head.
“No. I won’t be long.”
In silence, they made their way towards the bathroom at the far end of the hall. She entered first, peering inside, then turned around, and to his surprise, ushered him in. Severus wasn't sure what he expected to happen once he closed the door behind them, but it wasn’t for Hermione to drop her pants, plonk on the loo, and piss.
Severus considered that Hermione Granger had changed considerably in the years since he’d ceased to be her professor.
“How long were you listening?” she asked while tugging toilet paper from the roll. Just as nonchalantly, she wiped, pulled up her jeans, and flushed. She gestured at the toilet, a signal for him to use it.
What the hell, Severus thought. He had come upstairs to pee, after all. With what he hoped was as little care as she had demonstrated, he lifted the seat, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his cock. He tried not to smirk as Hermione glanced its way.
“I heard your tale about the bloke who asked for a shag.” There was, Severus decided, no point in being dishonest.
Hermione finished washing her hands, then stared at him appraisingly.
“And then you thought you’d stick around to ask me the same question?”
“I would never be so crude,” he replied cooly. “Not that you are apparently bothered by crude questions”
Hermione shrugged. “At least it’s honest. I can’t say the same about eavesdropping.”
Severus chuckled at that. Well, if she already believed him a creep, he might as well push his luck. He flushed the toilet, did up his slacks, washed his hands, cast discreet sound-proofing spells on the door and walls, and then leaned a hip against the sink.
“On that note, I’ve never had a witch as my personal sex toy before, but I admit I find the idea attractive.”
He watched Hermione’s eyes widen, but to her credit, she didn’t avert her gaze.
“There were stipulations, if you recall,” she shot back.
“By all means, feel free to inspect my cock to ensure it’s up to your standards.”
Severus held his breath, forcefully stilling his body as his pulse thumped wildly. He expected any moment to be slapped, hexed, or at least for Hermione to slam the bathroom door in his face. Instead, he watched her jaw tighten determinedly, and then she was on her knees, undoing his trousers.
“I’m not sure it meets requirements,” she said, taking out his limp but hardening member.
“Give it a moment,” Severus insisted.
He hissed in surprise as she took the end into her mouth and began to suck. It didn’t take long for him prove he met her specifications. There was a pop as Hermione removed her mouth from the end of his cock.
“Impressive.” Desire had joined curiosity in her expression now. Her pupils were wide and dark as she stared up at him. “I guess you better prove to me you can use it.”
He certainly felt like he was up for the challenge. He offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet, where his wand made quick work of stripping her. He smiled as she cocked a hip, inviting him to look at her body: lovely curved hips tapering to her waist, and small but enticing breasts with dark nipples. He took his clothes off deliberately, hoping to tease her.
When they were both naked and his cock jutted obscenely towards her, he spun her around with a hand and bent her over the claw-foot tub. Then he paused, his eyes glued to a shining jewel between her arse cheeks. She was always surprising, this older Hermione Granger.
“A butt plug?”
“I like how it feels. I didn’t expect to be fucking anyone today.” For the first time, he heard uncertainty in her voice.
Severus bumped his hips into her bottom, sliding his thick cock over the gem decorating her anus. “It suits a wannabe slag,” he teased her, pleased when he felt her shiver.
He spread her legs with his foot, then slid his cock along the folds of her labia. Moisture quickly slickened his length, allowing him to slide it more suggestively against her. At the same time, he fingered the plug’s end, spinning it and tugging it ever so slightly out before letting her body pull it inside her again. Below him, Hermione moaned softly. The sound sent arousal coursing more violently through his belly.
“You know toys get used however their owners wish.”
“I know,” she said softly.
“Is that what you want, Granger, to be used?”
“Y—yes,” she stuttered, as if she struggled to admit it.
For a moment, Severus considered using her consent to fuck her in the ass. But he wanted to know how far he could push this—not here, cramped in Harry Potter’s bathroom, but in his own house, or hers, or even a room at the Leaky Cauldron. So instead of pulling out the plug, he left it, and slid his cock into the heat that had long since lubricated his cock with her arousal.
Despite his pardoning of her asshole, he didn’t pause to be gentle with her pussy. He slid out, and thrust in again forcefully enough she nearly lost her grip on the tub. Grabbing one of her arms and folding it behind her back to hold her steady, he began a ceaseless, steady pounding that he was pleased to find made Hermione moan and her cunt grow even slicker.
“Is my cock proving adequate, witch?” he asked her with a violent strike into her cunt.
Her response was to start rocking her hips into his strokes, shoving his cock deeper. She was utterly delicious and wanton, this older Hermione. But she said nothing, so he stopped and pulled out.
After a moment, Hermione turned. Her face was flushed and her eyes drifted to his glistening cock before staring up at him. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
He smirked at her and gave a bored shrug. He very much wanted to keep fucking her, but the prideful part of him wanted to hear her beg for it. At the very least she could tell him his cock would do.
“You didn’t answer my question, so I assumed my cock hadn’t met your standards,” he said cooly. “I thought it best to stop.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, so he leaned over and picked up his drawers.
“Normally questions during sex are rhetorical, Snape,” she huffed quickly. “Your cock is adequate.”
He paused. Adequate. He could tell it was her attempt to keep some control over the situation, but given this might turn into something more, he decided to let her have it for now.
“Adequate enough you wish to continue?”
“Yes,” she bit out.
He considered her, lip rising on one side. She was pretty when flustered, cheeks flushed and curls a little wild. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please continue.”
“Please continue what?”
“God damnit, Snape, just fuck me already,” she snapped, and then added a resigned, “Please.”
He laughed at her impatience. If she allowed him to make her his sex toy, it was going to be fun.
Without warning, he scooped her up by her bum, lifted her onto the sink counter, and resheathed himself. Merlin, her cunt felt good.
“Like this?” he asked in a deep purr, cock hammering hard enough the cupboard squeaked.
Her answering, “yes,” came out in a hiss as her head fell back in pleasure. Her fingers on his shoulders bit into his skin.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, sweat dampening his brow and lip curled in a devious smile. Leaning into her, he rolled her back until her head was against the glass and her legs flopped by his sides in time with his cock's tireless strokes. He could hear the slick sounds of her soaking cunt. She moaned with every thrust.
All of a sudden, her eyes flashed open. They were glassy and dark. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned at her. “Is my adequate cock going to make you cum?”
She tried to glare at him but it was disrupted by a moan thanks to a sharp knock of his hips.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
He felt her body begin to coil and twitch around him, and then she was screaming, shuddering in a gorgeous, uninhibited climax. Severus grit his teeth and pushed himself toward his own.
“Don’t cum in me,” she said in a rough, breathy plea, as if she knew that was what he wanted, that he was close.
He frowned. He was already barrelling towards his orgasm, a hot pressure tightening his balls. He wondered if despite her pronouncements of being a slag, she wasn’t on contraception. He knew for certain he wasn’t.
“My mouth,” she whispered insistently, pushing him away.
Or perhaps she simply didn’t want to deal with the mess.
He pulled out and stepped back enough for her to extricate herself. Quickly, she dropped to her knees, and took his slick cock into her hands and mouth. Her eyes met his, and then she closed them and swallowed his length right to the base. He swore, the sensation so surprising and wonderful, he emptied his load into the tight grip of her throat. Her esophagus massaged him exquisitely, sending pulsing pleasure in waves down his cock.
Apparently, the answer was she remained a cocky little overachiever trying to impress him, Severus thought as she grinned at him and wiped spit and cum from her chin.
“It seems your skills are adequate too,” he returned the compliment. “I suppose the only other question is whether you find me tolerable enough.”
“I suppose.”
He wasn’t sure if she was having second thoughts or just being a tease. Giving her time to ponder, he cleaned himself with his wand and dressed, watching her do the same.
When they both stood as they’d entered, and she had not offered any further clarification, Severus asked, “Were you serious about wanting to be a wizard’s sex toy, or was this simply a little fun following an exaggeration?”
He was fairly certain it was the latter, particularly when the silence drew out between them.
Finally, Hermione shook her head, laughing, and tucked a few loose curls behind an ear. “Honestly, it was hyperbole, but then I didn’t expect something like this to happen.” She took a deep breath, and her expression took on a determined gleam again. “I’d be up for trying if you’re interested.”
Severus took a moment to sort out how to respond so he didn’t sound like a prepubescent boy trying to lose his virginity. But before he could reply, she asked, “So I’ll come to your place after work and on weekends, and then you’ll, um… use my body however you like?”
Did she sound excited at the prospect of being fucked every day? Merlin, he hoped he could keep up with her.
“With perhaps the odd day to recuperate,” he replied. “As for where, I don’t have a preference as long as it’s private and comfortable.”
They shared a smile and to stop it from growing awkward, Severus closed the space between them, bumping their hips against each other. She sucked in a breath.
“Being my toy means I’ll fuck you in whatever hole I wish, as often as I wish. I might even tie you up or spank you while I do it.”
He was pleased to find her face flushed with arousal. Her fingers brushed the soft wool over his chest. “That sounds good,” she said lowly. “I’ll come over tomorrow then? I suppose you should tell me what time.”
“I find I always want to play with my new toys a little excessively. Two o’clock?”
He felt her sway into him, let his hands skim down her sides, his spent cock already attempting to return to attention.
“I suppose I should get back. Ginny probably thinks I’ve flushed myself to the ministry.” She laughed, the sound laced with desire.
“Go out first. I’ll follow in a minute.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow,” Severus promised. “I’ll owl you my address.”