Thunder rumbled in the distance. The storm was receding. Severus cradled her on his lap, exhausted yet exhilarated. [Merlin, I love the way you make me feel, every time I hold you…] Hermione, slightly more clear-headed, felt her cheeks growing warm. {That’s a, er, wonderful
compliment. Thank you. Though we really, erm, shouldn’t…}
His own skin heated where it was buried in the naked curve of her shoulder and neck, half-buried even as it was in her mass of curls. […I know. We’re not supposed to think such thoughts.
Damned Veritamoria… Half the time I don’t even know what will pop out of my bloody head, around you!]
{I know,} she commiserated. {Come, let’s focus on the broom-riding thing. We can work on the
Disrobing Charm again later.}
He smiled into her neck. [I think I already ‘came’, Hermione, You’ll have to wait a few moments
for my recuperation, since I didn’t bother to concentrate and keep myself hard.]
She smiled, glad to know she could give him such pleasure. {Well, since you’ve already
complimented me on my fellative abilities once or twice today, why not borrow them to ensure your readiness?}
[Shall I spank you for thinking such a naughty idea?] he purred in her mind, suckling on the lobe of her ear. [Or shall I pet you for being so nice?]
A pained smile quirked her brow. {I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: you are so not Father
Christmas, Severus Snape.}
[Pity.]
That quirked her brow again, this time in surprise. {You actually want to be the jolly old fellow?}
[I’d like to be—damned potion—I’d like to be even a tenth as welcomed and respected. And
bloody jolly. At least some of the time. But I’m not.]
{Not everyone has to be jolly all the time; I think that would just be creepy. Or overly annoying,
after a while. And you can be fun to be around, when you relax enough,} she added candidly. {If that’s not a definition for ‘jolly’, I don’t know what is.}
[When have I ever been ‘jolly’ around you?] he challenged her, shifting her off of his softened shaft, though he kept his hands on hers as she moved over and knelt on the carpet next to him. She didn’t reply with words, neither verbally nor mentally. Instead, she gave him a merry look and pursed her lips. Chirping twice.
[…Bloody Canary Creams. I should never have confessed that secret to you,] he muttered, but his heart wasn’t in the complaint, and both of them knew it. [If I ever find out you’ve owled the
Weasley twins—]
{Then you’ll know it’s because you’d owe me a really big apology,} she quipped, smiling at him. {One so huge, you’d have to humiliate yourself by eating a Cream in front of all of my
friends…which isn’t ever going to happen, so you have nothing to worry about,} Hermione
allowed magnanimously
[I will never be in that sorry of a state, I assure you,] he affirmed darkly. Pushing to his feet, he lifted his wand. “Accio broom!”
His Cleansweep came out of the hall, arrowing toward them, its shaft smacking into Severus’ hand. Hermione, however, had a different shaft in mind, and even before the broom reached them, she had taken his shaft into her own hand. And into her mouth, licking and sucking to clean away the drying juices of their combined pleasure. His breath shuddered out of his lungs as she swirled her tongue under his foreskin, assisting it to shrink further while the rest of his manhood expanded.
[I can…feel that all the way…down to my toes—do you want to ride, or suck, woman?] he demanded as she continued bobbing her head while he stood there, broom in hand, waiting for her to finish.
{Mmm…yes!}
Rolling his eyes, Severus tucked his wand up the sleeve of the ugly green-and-yellow plaid shirt. Knotting his fingers in her light brown hair, he tugged her gently free, though his lower regions protested the loss of that soft, wet, naturally talented mouth. [Come up here, puss.]
She rose to her feet, giving him a dubious look. {I’m not sure about that nickname.}
[Your ‘pet’ name, you mean?] he enquired, sliding his fingers to her cheek in a caress as he teased her mildly about his other nickname for her. His dark eyes met her light brown gaze, and he shrugged. [You must admit, both are less objectionable than ‘Mudslut’.]
{Oh, I’ll grant you that,} she agreed, rubbing her upper arms. When she shook her head to shake off the images from their ‘floor-show’, his fingers managed to keep contact; they were both getting very good at keeping constant contact with each other, these days. {But I’d rather not
Severus smirked. [I mount the broom. You mount me.] Lowering his hand from her cheek, he released the Cleansweep. Once it hovered at mounting-height, he flicked himself with the perineum-charm and swung his leg over the broom, then carefully adjusted himself so that nothing was pinched. At her bemused look, he wrinked his nose a little. “Normally, I have trousers to cup and protect those bits. Come here.”
Holding out his hand, he turned her to face him when she would’ve mounted the broom facing forward. Hermione gave him a puzzled look. {Not facing forward?}
He shook his head. [Not your first time. I want your attention focused on me, not on our flying.] {Erm…you’re not going to bang into the ceiling or walls, will you?} she asked, trepidation colouring her sub-thoughts.
[No.] Bracing the balls of his feet on the floor, he fished out his wand. “Locostabilis!” Tucking the shaft of ebony back up his sleeve, he reached over, gripped her by the ribs, and swung her up into place with a grunt for her weight. [Lay off the Canary Creams, will you? They’re supposed
to make you as light as a feather, not as heavy as a brick.]
The deliberate, punning insult distracted her from some of her trepidation, though not all of it. {Bastard! That’s not a compliment! Oh, dear…} Her feet couldn’t touch the floor. The six inches’ difference in their height was three inches too long for her legs. {The blasted shaft is
giving me a bit of a wedgie, here—don’t let go!}
Severus choked on a laugh as she clawed at his shoulders, trying to balance herself. [Put your
arms around my shoulders—like that—hup!] Releasing her ribs, he lifted her by her thighs,
hooking them around his hips with a hitch. That brought his shaft into contact with her mound. Both sighed softly, enjoying the promise of the activity to come. Hermione squirmed after a moment, using her arms and legs to pull herself into better position. Reaching between them, Severus positioned his shaft, and sighed again as she sank into place. [Oh, that’s bloody good…
Alright. Now that you’re gripping my shaft, I’m going to lean forward and grip the broom’s shaft.]
She clutched harder at his shoulders as he tipped her backward with the move, panic in her sub- thoughts. {Don’t let me fall!}
[We’re only three bloody feet from the carpet, Hermione!] he protested, disgruntled by her burst of fear. That fear was real, though, and her uncertain stiffness made him relent a little. Stooping his head, he kissed her, nibbling on her mouth with his lips. Distracting her. [Come on, relax. I
won’t let you fall. I promise.]
{You…haven’t failed a promise to me yet,} she agreed, her body still clutching his somewhat shakily, but her mind-voice calming down. {I think I’ll focus on that god-awful talented mouth of
yours.}
[Sorry, can’t do that while we’re riding a broom. Logistically improbable,] he added, licking past her lips, tasting and playing and parrying with her. Meaning her nether-lips, not the upper set he was enjoying. [Not without…some sort of levitation spell…angle’s all wrong…damn, I want your
tongue all over my body!]
{…Not without a levitation spell,} she managed to jest, capturing and sucking on his tongue.
Pulling his head back, Severus breathed hard for a few moments, then leaned forward, gripping the broom shaft in one hand and pulling his wand out with the other. “Finite locostabilis.” “—Oh!” {Oh, dear…} She clung to him as the broom slid forward. He guided it through the left-hand doorway, glided carefully into the laboratory, and tapped on a door in the corner that she hadn’t been through, yet.
“Alohomora. Lumos!”
The door unlatched and swung inward. Craning her head, she had just enough time to see a stairwell curving down into the darkness beyond the light cast by his wand-tip. He tipped the broom downward, making her yelp and hug his body as they flew down into a lower level of the suite. The air turned distinctly chilly, though not quite outright cold; her head spun and her body shivered, and only the warmth of his frame anchored her as they emerged in a huge, columned chamber, a man-made cavern hewn from the stone around them. Torches sprang to life as they swept past, lit by a practiced flick of his wand, and the tropical-air spell whisked through the room, stirring dust and a few cobwebs as it freshened and warmed the place. Hermione, clinging to Severus, found herself more amazed than nervous.
{What…what is this place?}
[The salle, I believe. See, there? Against that wall? An old quintain, and some behourd rings for
mounted javelin games. He apparently rode horses as well as brooms,} he added, meaning the
originator of the Chamber of Reflection. {Godric Gryffindor was a Muggle knight as well as a
wizard, long ago.}
[I already know that, Severus. I’ve read Hogwarts: A History about a gazillion times by now,} she added dryly. {Just ask the boys; they’ve heard me quoting it often enough.}
[Hermione, if I wanted to talk about them, I would dismount from you and the broom, don some
clothes, and rant at you from a distance—though I will admit I fully intend to show you tricks on a broom you’ve never seen Potter or Weasley perform in midair, before,] he muttered, meeting her
gaze. [Some things require a great deal of…experience to pull off.]
She narrowed her eyes, hunting down one of his lesser sub-thoughts. One that he was too- carefully trying not to think about. Hermione caught it any way. {…“A great deal of
experience”? Ha! You’ve only been a member of the Nimbus Nirvana Club once before in your entire life! Don’t even try to deny it! And it was with a fellow Slytherin player, too! }
In the torchlight, it was hard to tell if he blushed. He retorted, [—That’s still more experience
than your ruddy friends have. Especially as I can read in your sub-thoughts that your ex- boyfriend is still a virgin.]
{No thanks to Moldimort and his Dork Beaters,} she muttered darkly. {And stop taunting Ron.
You should feel sorry for him, rather. You’ve gotten every virginity I’ve ever had, when we’d already decided we’d be each other’s firsts. I might get to be his first, but that’s about all. Not that I’m complaining much, mind. The best laid plans of mice and men, and all that…}
[Oh, Hermione,] he drawled, his silky voice taking on an almost satiny warmth, his dark eyes gleaming as he stared down at her, [I haven’t even begun to take your every last possible
And with that, he swooped them up towards the high, vaulted ceiling. The sudden maneuver made her clutch at him, but not gasp in fear; no, the switch in vectors and velocities caused a delicious pressure where their bodies were joined, and though she squeaked in an undignified way when he dove abruptly at the floor, on the upswing of his dive, she also moaned, clutching at his green-and- yellow clad shoulders from the enjoyable shift in pressure. Rollercoasters weren’t her favorite amusement ride at the Muggle parks, but this… {Damned Pavlovian responses… You could
outright torture me, and I’d probably love it…}
[…Duly noted.]
She laughed, caught off-guard by his dry-voiced quip. {You wouldn’t really torture me, would
you?}
[Hermione Granger, you get sopping wet every time I merely suggest the idea of spanking you.
You are a discipline junkie—if corporal punishment were a drug,] he drawled, swerving them
between the columns, [you would be hooked for life.]
{I beg to differ! Certainly not for life,} she protested, frowning at him. {I like it other ways, too,
you know. For instance…well, this way isn’t too horribly terrible. For now.}
That made him laugh, briefly. [You’re as grudging about admitting things as I am, sometimes.
Hold on.]
She shrieked as he did a barrel-roll, spinning them along the axis of the broom. Then groaned as he did a series of abrupt starts-and-stops that did almost all the thrusting for both of them. Severus grunted, working his hips into each jolting move, increasing their pleasure. A mutter to release himself from the charm, and he swooped her into another round of rolling up-and-down dives, his mouth seeking out hers.
They narrowly avoided hitting a column, forcing him to end the kiss, but she compensated by latching her mouth onto the tender flesh at the base of his throat, below the bulge of his adam’s apple. He’d never known how sensitive that spot could be; he’d always just covered it up in chin- high shirt and coat collars. His distracted thoughts muddled around for a moment, then mutttered, [I think I’ll keep it covered up, so I won’t have to charm away any of your love-bites…]
A swift swap of ends with the broom drove her harder onto his lap; a fishtail the other way did it again, making her moan and dip her head back. She was no longer clinging tightly to him out of fear, through her breasts were still mashed to his chest; she was no longer afraid of falling, through they were swooping a good thirty feet in the air now, not far from the gothic-curved ribs supporting the ceiling. He rolled them again, diving towards the floor, and Hermione actually enjoyed the freefall feeling this time, watching through pleasure-slitted eyes as her curls flung themselves outward with the maneuver.
{Oh, yesss… Oh, yes, I could grow to like this! More—please, more, Severus! I’m so close…} Severus could feel her trembling on the edge of a sweet, almost giddy orgasm, and zoomed around the room; he didn’t need the perineum charm to keep control of his own pleasure, strangely enough. All of his attention was focused on giving her the ride of her life. Though he tightened his anal muscles to control the urge to explode with her when she lost control, he didn’t climax with her. Part of it was out of the need to ensure both of them stayed safely on the broom, and
keep the broom safely on course as he zigged and zagged it between the columns. Much of it simply was on enjoying her pleasure second-hand, as they drifted down towards the floor.
[Hang on, puss,] he warned her gently, as in her lethargy some of her hold on his body started to relax. [Don’t let go, now.]
{Oh, Sev…that was…delicious,} she sighed, replete, in his mind. Suddenly, she let go of him with arms and legs, stretching them out as far as she could point her limbs. He swore and pointed the broom upward, ensuring that she at least stayed mounted. But he couldn’t stay mad at her, for with the stretch came a tensing of every muscle in her body—every muscle—and an aftershock that was just as strong as the initial one. And then she rewrapped her limbs around him, squirming deliberately on his shaft. Squeezing him with her inner muscles in that way that made the sweat bead on his brow and his gut tense with the urge to ride her until they both yelled.
[Ah, Hermione!] Now his own orgasm washed up over him. It was all he could do to keep them steered straight as he ground into her, eyes squeezing shut in rough ecstasy. [I’m blind—I’m going
to hit a wall!]
{No, you’re not! You promised!} she ordered him. Somehow he pried his eyes open enough to steer them in a rough, broad circle around the columned chamber, though their progress went in fits and starts at the broom responding to the uneven bucking of his hips.
[Ah—goddess!] he ejaculated, literally and vocally, a groan squeezing out of his throat as her body milked his seed. His pleasure shared itself with her, giving her a minor temblor that curled her toes and clutched her fingers. Freeing a hand, he cradled her to him, guiding the broom down to the floor. [Mmm…there. Promise kept. Welcome to the Nimbus Nirvana Club, by the way.
That’s one more virginity I’ve divested from you.]
{I didn’t realize this sort of thing counted.}
[Everything new counts.] A sub-thought crossed his mind. Rather than letting her chase it down, Severus gave up and admitted it, looking down into those soft, toffee-brown eyes. [I wish you’d
been my first, for a lot of things…]
Hermione, touched by that wish, lifted her hand to his face, caressing it. A hint of stubble rasped over her fingers as he turned his head, kissing her palm. {I think I could grow to like broom-flying
after all… Shall we go again?}
[After I’ve put a bloody Cushioning Charm on the chamber’s columns and walls. I don’t want to
smash either of us to bits, when I lose my wits so delightfully again.] Smirking slightly, he studied
the woman in his arms.
She smiled back. {Tell me—did you and that Slytherin Keeper ever do it anally on your brooms?} His brows rose at that possibility. [No…no, we didn’t.]
{Good. I want your anal virginity in the Nimbus Nirvana Club. I should have the claim to some
virginity of yours, in all of this,] she added firmly.
His slight smile blossomed into a grin, removing another seven years from his features. [In order
{Lucky you, then; it’ll be ready by Wednesday,} she teased back. [You never cease to amaze me, Hermione Granger.]
{The same for you.} Looping her arms around his neck, she kissed him. Enjoying the feeling of being held safely in the cage made of his body and his broom, while he started the rollercoaster ride all over again.