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The smell of ink and parchment clung to the air, weaving itself into every breath. The Hogwarts library was more than just a collection of countless years of academic literature. It had drank in the words themselves. Drowned in the knowledge and magical characters for centuries. Basked in the inquiring young minds that roved its shelves and poured over the stacks.
It was no wonder, with all these sources for growth, that the library itself had developed its own form of consciousness. And there was one woman in particular that it held in high esteem. She who had spent countless hours worshipping its contents. One who had grown, gently and unknowingly nurtured by this subtle sentience. Until that esteem had developed into fondness.
Yes, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that the library was fond of a certain Miss Hermione Granger. As with most of the students that graced its walls, a goodbye was inevitable, but her loss was still truly felt. Acknowledged, mourned, and overcome. After all, there were endless more young minds that needed molding.
Time continued to pass as it always had and, after six years, the girl it had loved finally returned. Only now she was a girl no longer. Not that it kept the steadfast sentience from recognizing her. It would've known that inquisitive, eager mind no matter the body. Even better, she was here to stay as the library's newest caretaker, undoubtedly as drawn to it as it was to her.
Day and night the woman toiled, cleaning, caring and organizing every inch of the library with careful precision. And when the work was done, she spent her remaining hours delving into the endless texts. It was a peaceful symbiosis that the library cherished as much as its own existence.
Still, there was something different about the woman. There was no longer a single driven thirst for knowledge. A different hunger dwelt beneath the surface, mostly hidden and ignored by its mistress. Flesh it was not, but the library knew of these hungers. The restricted section was home to more than just dark magic tomes. Not to mention, many budding young bodies had found romance hidden in its towering stacks.
For all these reasons, the library intended to help its young mistress find an answer to that need that dwelt within. It wanted her to have no reason to ever leave. Even better, it knew that she was not the only one that suffered quietly with that gnawing hunger.
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Hermione Jean Granger sighed heavily as she finished checking over the library, making sure everything was in its place. She had just finished her first year as Hogwart's librarian and found herself more than ready for a summer break of relative peace and quiet. Not that she hadn't enjoyed every minute thus far. This place had always been such a haven for her, fueling her love of knowledge like none other.
Walking to the entrance, she closed the massive doors with a wave of her wand before enacting the library's wards that she'd implemented shortly after being hired. It was probably overkill since the castle should be mostly empty at this point, but she was doing this for more than just library security tonight.
The young bookworm headed back to her personal office to grab a few items she had prepared for this moment. With a bottle of firewhiskey and a glass in one arm, she carried a book in the other and moved to the massive hearth that dominated the spacious study nook of the library. There was already a fire, warding off the relentless chill that always pervaded the stone walls of the castle winter or summer.
Setting her items down on the adjacent side table, Hermione stripped off her conservative blouse, draping it on the back of one of the oversized armchairs. As a result she was left in a thin white camisole and a flowing navy blue skirt that fell to her knees. She glanced around, as if confirming her own solitude, before picking up the bottle of firewhiskey and pouring herself a generous measure.
Walking around, she pried off the flats she wore before slipping into the plush decadence of the tan armchair. She sat sideways, resting her head on one arm while allowing her calves to dangle over the other. Taking a sip of her drink sent a shooting warmth to her stomach which spread out pleasantly to every limb. Melting into the cushions beneath her, Hermione reached back to grab her book, setting the glass back on the table.
The book she held appeared tame enough, with no discerning cover art or title, but the contents were anything but innocent. She'd found it on the ground just outside the rope that warded the restricted section a few days ago, and had been waiting for the right moment to study it further.
Opening it almost shyly, her eyes widened at the title for the first chapter. Basic Bondage Magicks. Turning a page she chewed her lower lip as a picture showed a very naked witch being ensnared by snakelike ropes that spread her legs and captured her wrists.
Each successive turn of the page revealed some new concept, oscillating between male and female subjects, all twisted and tied in provocative breathtaking displays. Sweet Circe.Hermione's breath hitched as heat flooded her core and she couldn't help but rub her thighs together.
The latest picture showed a suspended witch, her entire body held up horizontally at waist level and swinging like a pendulum as a wizard sank himself into her open mouth and down her throat, using her for his pleasure. The bound witch's tanned skin was flushed and his fingers were gripping her full rocking breasts like glorious handholds. It was utterly mesmerizing.
A clench in her lower abdomen spoke of her arousal, reminding her of how empty she felt. Holding the book against her chest with one hand, her other drifted down to grip her skirt, teasing herself by ever so slowly pulling it up until the warm air of the fire kissed her inner thighs. Reaching down, she trailed fingers across the front of her knickers, biting back a moan when she made contact with the swollen nub of her clit through the cloth.
Clenching her teeth, she closed her eyes, pressing her head back into the armchair as she tried to imagine herself in the witch's place. Fingers gripping her breasts hard enough to leave bruises. Ropes chafing against her skin. Air caressing every exposed inch of her suspended form. A thick cock, stretching past her lips to press past the ring of her throat.
Hermione swallowed hard before pulling her knickers from her hips, using her feet to help kick them off her ankles, tossing them carelessly away from herself. Intent on her pleasure, she spread lewdly on the chair her fingers becoming more desperate against her soaked sex as her breathing grew more ragged. Gods it had been far too long.
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Being the headmaster of Hogwarts left little time for diversions. Which is why, when Severus Snape found himself without any pressing work he decided to finish reading his latest diversion Effects of Moon Phases on Transfiguration Brews. The only problem was that the book wasn't where he knew he had left it.
Damnable house elves had probably taken it back to the library. Ever since a certain new librarian had taken over, the house elves seemed to listen more to her than they did to him. Growling irritably, he left his office in a huff, marching straight for the library.
The halls were dark and quiet, all the students long gone which was for the best given his current mood. He had half a mind to go teach those elves a thing or two but they would already be depressed by the lack of work with all the students gone.
Pausing in front of the library he was surprised to find one of the doors ajar, hanging open just enough to allow someone inside. A second notion entered his mind to reprimand the young librarian, but considering the students were gone, it shouldn't matter that the door was open. This allowed him to grab the book without necessarily needing to interact with the Granger girl.
If he had been paying attention he would have noticed how the doors shut themselves behind his entrance. As it was the soft subtle movement did nothing to detract from his single minded focus, nor did the shimmering of wards being reestablished.
Marching forward, his steps were self assured as he headed for the aisle that held texts on Potion Theory. He was just about to raise his wand for illumination when a sound stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a moan, feminine and drawn out in a note of definite pleasure. His cock stirred at the mere sound of it. It drew him in like a siren's call as he altered his course, stepping further into the library's depths.
The sight that greeted him when he came upon the sitting area momentarily stole his very mind. A fire crackled in the hearth casting warm flickering light over the sole inhabitant of the area. One whose finger was currently buried inside her own glistening folds, pumping in before retreating to spread her own slick juices over the hardened pearl of her arousal. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back as she chased elusive pleasure, her lower lip tugged between her teeth in her concentration. It was the single most erotic thing he'd seen in his entire life.
The air now had a new scent lingering, pervading his nostrils like an aphrodisiac. Musky sweet, his mouth watered at the smell and it took every ounce of control for him to remain where he stood.
Another moan escaped from deep in her throat and her back arched as she suddenly plunged two fingers into her hungry sex. The book, forgotten in her quest for climax, slipped from her chest to fall to the stone floor with a resounding boom.
Severus' breath caught in his throat as caramel colored eyes flew open in shock, pupils blown and mussed hair surrounding her visage like a halo. Instantly their eyes met and everything froze. Fuck.
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So close. She'd been so goddamned close to an orgasm when the book fell and now she was frozen like a deer in the headlights as she stared into the midnight depths of Severus Snape's eyes. To say she was surprised or mortified wouldn't have done her condition justice. No, it was so much more than that.
Whatever was passing between their connected gazes seemed to pour into her gaping mouth, sending freezing ice to grip her heart and then rush through her veins, holding her immobile. Her fingers were still deep inside herself although the cusp of pleasure she'd been balancing on seem to drag itself back like a receding tide.
He stood at the very edges of the firelight, half shadowed in the tall shelves to either side of him but his obsidian eyes seemed to glow with some inner fervor. He reminded her of a panther, dark and brooding and predatory. He took a step forward into the light and she couldn't help but suck in a breath.
A white button up shirt clung to his chest and was tucked into a pair of pressed black slacks. The arms were rolled up to his elbows exposing pale forearms, one of which flexed when he clenched the wand he held. Her heart seemed to thaw in an instant, only to pump hard in her chest making her ears roar with the rush of blood.
"Good evening Miss Granger," he began, his expression unreadable as he blatantly took her in, "Please, don't feel the need to stop on my account." Her skin flushed and some strangled sound fell from her open lips as she tried to find some coherent response. Closing her mouth she swallowed as his nostrils flared, feeling her embarrassment grow as he blatantly scented her arousal.
He took another step, the sound of his boots deliberate and even on the stone floor as he approached. A squeak of what might have been terror left her lips as she slammed her legs shut, closing on the hand she hadn't thought to pull back. He made a low tsking sound of disapproval and for some reason she felt her pussy clench around her fingers.
His wand rose as he neared her and he grazed the tip of it against her skin, tracing the seam of her thighs. His gaze flickered to the side where the book had fallen, laying open to show a witch being impaled on both ends by a pair of rather strapping wizards. A single eyebrow arched as he turned his attention back to her and his low sensual voice sounded, "Well well Miss Granger, aren't you full of surprises?"
She had no idea what was happening. Perhaps she'd drank too much and this was in fact a conjured up dream. His dulcet voice dragged against her skin like a warm caress, inviting her to let him in. Merlin, he was the epitome of a wet dream. He filled the room with his larger than life presence and she desperately wanted his long fingers to replace the wand that trailed over her.
Suddenly a cold dose of reality flooded her brain as his fingers did exactly that, his free hand coming up to curl over knee. She jerked, pulling her fingers free of her soaked quim and said the first thing that came into her head, "Professor Snape!" Although she wasn't quite sure if she was saying it in faux indignation or aroused fear.
Immediately the hand that held his wand came to her other knee and she could feel the hard wood of the wand pressed between them as he squeezed her. "I am not your Professor, Miss Granger, and if you continue to label me as such I will have to punish you as such," he threatened, sending a shiver down her spine.
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Severus had one hell of an advantage over the woman splayed before him. When their eyes had met he used legilimency to skim the top of her mind and found a heady swirl of emotions coming and going with every second. However, the one thing that never left was her arousal. In fact, it only swelled with every word and touch he bestowed. She wanted him and he damn well knew it.
At his words she sucked in a breath and her caramel eyes trapped the fire from nearby within them as heat poured into her gaze and her lips parted. It made him want to bury his cock in her mouth. A small pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and his grip on her tightened. He could see the images in her mind of her bent naked over his knee as he "punished" her. It made his cock throb.
Despite that he knew she wanted it, she didn't seem to have the courage to test him. That, or her need to please overrode all else. She let out a quick pant, her eyes turning wild as she whispered, "I'll try to remember that... Severus."
A growl slipped from his throat at the sound of his name on her lips. He didn't think she'd ever said it before. All year it had been nothing but Headmaster or Professor. And he couldn't deny that he had pictured her in a similar situation as this when she came for the librarian job a year ago. Attractive, intelligent, and hard-working. He'd never imagined that it could come to a moment like this and he'd be damned if he would let it slip away.
"Good girl," he rumbled and she practically squirmed beneath him at the praise, pulling forth a smirk to his lips. Gods, she was utterly divine. It was no secret that she was fit and beautiful. He didn't know if the Hogwarts staff had ever seen her equal. Toned yet still curvy in all the right places. He could see the full swell of her breasts outlined by the thin camisole she wore, her nipples hard pebbles sitting atop the mounds. He wanted to see them. Taste them.
It took only the slightest of pressure for her knees to fall back open in front of him although her face stained a deep crimson as he spread her wide. He could practically feel the nerves in her begin to build and he squeezed her before speaking, "Relax Miss Granger." He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, gently kneading her flesh as he drew nearer. Her skirt threatened to fall in his way so he flicked his wand and it vanished making her jump.
"Remove the top," he spoke, his voice thick with his own desire as her scent seemed to permeate every rational part of his brain. He could've vanished it as well but he wanted to see her give in. Wanted to watch as she obeyed him. Her answering swallow was audible and he fought to keep his smirk from moving into a full grin.
Without taking her eyes from him she grasped the bottom of the camisole between her fingers and slowly began to tug the material up, exposing herself inch by inch. A scar cut across her torso but it did nothing to detract from her beauty. If anything, it gave a convenient path for his eyes to follow as he took in her perfect rounded breasts and the dusty pink of her nipples.
Severus continued to run his hands over her thighs only now he leaned in, drawing closer to her center as her breathing quickened. He took a moment to pocket his wand before sliding both hands beneath her ass, kneading the flesh before gripping her and pulling her over the arm of the chair. She let out a surprised yelp but before anything could be said he brought his mouth to her core and began to devour her.
He'd been dying for a taste so his tongue went straight for her opening, delving deep and drawing her essence to his lips. The answering moan that graced his ears only made him hungrier and he slid his tongue up the length of her slit, applying swirling pressure as it grazed over her clit.
Her thighs tightened around his head as her passion grew and he welcomed being trapped against her, sucking every piece of her into his mouth. A tentative hand graced the back of his head and he growled against her, the reverberations making her squeal and grip his hair more fully.
"Fuck fuck fuck," she whispered above him, her hips twitching as if she were trying to keep herself from grinding against his face. That thought made him groan and he flattened his tongue, shaking his head so that his nose and tongue roughly slid against her from side to side. The hand tightened and her entire body tensed as she wordlessly cried out and he could feel her pussy spasming in climax against his tongue.
Hermione shuddered as he lazily continued to lap his tongue against her, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. Her legs went lax as strength fled her limbs and Severus slowly pulled back before standing. Eyes half lidded watched as he towered above her and raised his wrist to wipe the sheen from around his mouth.
A part of him wanted nothing more than to pull her forward and bury himself inside her. She was more than ready. But another part wanted to draw this out. He wanted her to beg for it and then he wanted to fuck her more than just this once. And he could only do that if she admitted how much she wanted it with a clear head.
Internally he prayed that he wasn't making a mistake as he adjusted himself in his slacks and took a step back. Her eyes followed the movement to the bulge at the front of his slacks and then up to his eyes with growing coherency. "Have a good night Miss Granger," he spoke in a deep gravelly voice. "Do be sure to lock up the library should there be a next time."
With that he stepped back and took advantage of his abilities as a headmaster, apparating straight to his personal quarters. Breaking his normal calm and collected stature he groaned and his hands instantly moved to unclasp his slacks and then encircle his weeping erection in a firm grasp. He leaned against the post at the foot of his bed, picturing Granger's lean naked body illuminated by firelight. Seven hells.
Pumping his length with rough strokes, he licked his lips for a lingering taste of her before his vision flashed to white and he came embarrassingly fast. The force of it pulled the breath from his lungs and when he could finally think again he found himself half slumped against the bed with his cum coating the bedsheets and his own hand. Momentarily disgusted by his own lack of control, Severus Snape straightened and pulled out his wand to vanish the evidence.
Now he could only hope that he had read the situation correctly. Only time would tell...