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“Interesting choice of costume,” a silky voice murmured, his warm breath tickling the woman’s ear. “I thought we all agreed to go as something believable?”
The Hogwarts Halloween party had become a custom in recent years; since the war had ended, a concentrated effort had been made to include muggle customs into the school’s education, and keeping some of the celebrations and traditions of muggleborn and half-blood students had been a big push from the Charms Mistress. That this year they’d given the staff slightly different dress up instructions was just for that extra slice of fun.
While the children had free rein to dress as they pleased, using many a muggle magazine as inspiration, the staff had really leaned into the rumours and assumptions spread by their young charges. Which is why, at this precise moment in time, the invisible hand of one Severus Snape was lightly stroking the shimmering delicate fabric clothing on Hermione Granger’s curved hips, just barely tickling her as he kept his movements from becoming visible against the cloth. The grecian style of the gown kept the young teacher’s body hidden from view, and allowed only her carefully placed charms to steal the show. Charms to glow, to glitter, to reflect the light, and to attach the silvery strands of tail to the back of the dress really showed her skill, and paired perfectly with her modest makeup but exquisite hair with her horn shining proudly as it emerged from her scalp. Beside her, Severus was smirking.
He was invisible but for a dark cape. Vampire, dementor, lethifold… All of the above worked for him in his pre-war persona. These days however, the rumours were more tales from old students and acquaintances. A panther or raven would be more fitting for these students who had only known him as their quiet, commanding, wise headmaster. One thing alone had prompted this choice of attire, and it was the beautiful goddess of nature and power, whose nipples he was starting to gently caress.
“Think that’s appropriate, do you?” She asked, the gentle smile remaining on her lips even as her eyes hardened with a promise of later revenge.
“Absolutely not,” he snorted. “But imagine such a dark creature as I, not being tempted by your untouched innocence.’ The last words were spoken mockingly, alluding to certain previous activities he’d both witnessed and participated in. Their friendship, and intimacy, had been unexpected when she first joined the staff, but the pair had taken to each other like fish to water and now hardly a night passed without one seeking out the other, be it in their offices, personal chambers, or random alcoves and abandoned classrooms late at night.
“If only my boss would allow me to slip away early. Wouldn’t want my innocence to further tempt such a creature of the night…”
He grinned widely, teeth scraping against her throat. “Fifth floor?”
“Yes. See you in ten.”
Those ten minutes passed impossibly slowly as Snape made one more round of the room, checking in with the other staff members and ousting a cheeky Hufflepuff who thought he might be able to slip some firewhisky into the punch. The boy appeared confused when he only lost 10 house points and received no detention, however his invisible headmaster had much more important places to be.
Namely, buried in a wanton slut masquerading as a unicorn.
Severus was almost silent, only the whisper of his cloak grazing the floor heralding his presence as he stalked towards the staircase. The stairs aligned perfectly, and he was gliding towards the classroom in a matter of moments, smirking at what lay ahead. The fifth floor classroom was perhaps his favourite place of theirs. Just hidden enough amongst other abandoned halls and cupboards, but benefitting from a large window that lit the space well, and holding old fractured mirrors that gave tantalising glimpses of his sweet lover’s curves as he entered the open door to see her already bent over a desk, tail swishing enticingly as she licked her lips in the mirror, one hand reaching to caress her breasts.
Her eyes drifted towards his cloak in the mirror. “Are you joining or watching?”
“Oh,” he chuckled darkly. “I think I’ll be doing a bit of both this evening.”
The invisible man in the mirror unclasped the cloak slowly, the collar slowly separating before the long garment slid to the floor, revealing nothing beneath.
Nothing at all.
“Please tell me you’re naked over there.”
“Oh, sweet queen, I certainly am.”
“Good, come-”
He cut her off, striding firmly to roughly press his hips against her covered backside. The mewl of surprise that escaped her lips shot straight through him and he let out a grunt of appreciation.
“I think I should stay like this,” he murmured softly into her ear. “Don’t you think? You’ll be here, panting, wanting, not knowing where I’ll be next… would that appeal to you, little slut?” He stepped back, and watched in the mirror as Hermione swallowed thickly, eyes wide as she nodded.
“Yes, sir. Please, sir!”
“Good girl.”
Inhaling deeply, Severus let the sweetness of her perfume and the muskiness of her arousal consume him as he slowly twitched the fabric of her skirt up her legs. At the top of her thighs he paused, watching with interest as the tail continued to twitch out of his hands, unaffected by his movements. One more curious tug, and the material was gone, baring her creamy thighs, bare feet, and soft round butt cheeks to his gaze. The tail, however, wasn’t gone with the skirt. Oh no, somehow his clever little book queen had managed to make it a part of her, growing out from her tailbone as if it had always belonged there. This in itself was so her, so Hermione that it made his lips twitch up in a smile. She’d managed to not only make it part of her, to make it move naturally, but also made it come through her dress flawlessly, the silky strands slipping through the gossamer folds to free themselves effortlessly. His innocent mare, bared to his gaze.
With a groan, Severus tugged hard.
“Uh!” Hermione shrieked softly, her reflection gasping as the fabric tore and her body jolted down hard against the table surface. The mere scraps of fabric that hung from her bodice now looked perfectly debauched, adding a final touch of wanton lust to her impressive display.
“Hmmm,” Severus began, delighting in the whimper his voice drew from her lips. “Looks like innocence does suit you after all, my love.”
“You just like spoiling it,” she retorted, grinning widely when a loud smack echoed throughout the tall room. When she wiggled her bottom, silently asking for another slap, the tail moved too, wriggling in excitement. She spread her legs slightly further apart, and placed both her hands folded over the table edge to grip on tightly. “Admit it, the sight of a spoiled unicorn makes your dick hard. Seeing my legs spread open for you, my tail twitching, you just want to slam it in me, don’t you master?”
The tall man laughed, stepping silently away from her and watching her begin to sway, her body demanding contact. He stroked himself languidly, watching for a couple of moments the way the light hit through the slightly grimy panes of glass, forming perfect rectangles across her flesh. Those dark lines of shadow, begging to be licked. Those bright highlights begging to be bitten.
A sound escaped just as he made his way in front of the desk, and the woman’s lips dropped open lustfully. Severus didn’t wait a second longer, grabbing her hair without preamble and roughly thrusting himself into her waiting mouth.
Hermione thought she might pass from the strength of her pussy’s clench at the sensation. Needy and neglected, the witch pushed down her body’s desires, doubling down her focus on the thick cock stretching her lips open and nudging the back of her throat. She was feeling him, smelling him, tasting him, even hearing the soft grunts as he started a steady pace, slow enough for her to take him, but fast enough to quickly become uncomfortable. She could do anything but see him, and that small shred of uncertainty was enough to spike her with an anxious thrill. It was her lover; she could easily pick out her wizard from a crowded room by scent alone, but her mind wouldn’t fully accept it. In the back of her mind, in a quiet and insecure place, she couldn’t shake the thought of someone else taking her like this, of knowing her most intimate moments and desperate shame.
A harder thrust brought her eyes up to see his obsidian orbs quickly materialising in front of her.
“Okay?,” he asked, melting her heart with the warmth and concern she saw in his depths. She smiled in response, nodding around his length.
He pulled free with a pop, leaving a thick strand of drool connecting them as he raised an eyebrow. “Are you desperate to see me, slut?”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped hoarsely, still struggling to swallow down the spit filling her mouth from his earlier ardour.
His invisibility melted away from top to bottom, showing Hermione his nude form in front of her, hands slowly stroking her hair and a smile twitching his thin lips up into a boyish smirk.
“I love you,” he told her, eyes earnest and lips happy.
“I love you,” she replied, spreading her legs a little wider in invitation. He chuckled darkly and walked around, pushing her face forwards again when she tried to tilt her head and follow him with her eyes.
“Eyes forward, Hermione. I want you to watch your face as I fuck you.”
Hermione giggled, familiar with this game of his. It turned him on, too, being able to watch their expressions, jaws slack and eyes heavy as their passion consumed them. Their bedroom had no mirrors - a conscious choice on their part to have it be an intimate haven rather than the hall of debauchery that this old classroom had become. Compartmentalising, something that they were both incredibly good at.
Here, he controlled her, playing her body like an instrument. Here, they acted on every dirty fantasy they’d ever had. Their chambers were for making love. The Room was for their filthy chaos and violent urges.
This was where she’d bitten his shoulder so hard he bled, where he’d suspended her from the ceiling and threatened to share her with his friends. Where she’d pegged him, and he’d dressed her as a little kitty, meowing for his ‘milk’.
Oh yes, this was the place to let loose.
Eyes locked intenself on hers, Severus grabbed her long mane of hair in one hand, and held tightly onto her horn with the other, jerking her head back to press a vicious nip to her jaw. “This will be useful, pet,” he taunted. “So nice of you to give me a handhold.”
“I’m sure you’d have found one,” she choked out, breaths restricted by the punishing pose. Her back curved painfully as he pulled harder, making her rise onto her tiptoes to tolerate it.
“Quiet, whore. If you speak, you will refer to me as Sir. Understood?”
“Yes, sir! I understand, sir!”
“Good.”
He released her horn long enough to notch himself at her dripping wet opening, rubbing himself back and forth gently to lubricate himself before pushing firmly against her entrance. He gripped the smooth, glittering headpiece once more and slammed forward, sheathing half of his considerable length inside of her with a huff of pleasure.
“Uhhhhh… fuck!” Hermione whimpered, keeping her eyes on her own slack mouth in the mirror, pulsing with need as she looked at her own lust-filled face. “More!”
“Tut tut, Hermione. I thought we agreed? Good whores address me as ‘sir’.”
“Yes, sir! Please fuck me sir! I need your cock in my needy little cunt!”
The raven-haired man pressed a kiss to her temple, flicking his tongue out to lick the sweat from her skin. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it slut?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir!”
“Good girl.”
Still holding Hermione in a punishing grip, Severus began to grind his hips forcefully in tight circles, pushing further and further inside of her until he was buried to the hilt inside of her tight sleeve.
“So perfect,” he purred. “You feel so precious wrapped around me like this. Do you know what you feel like, girl?”
Hermione swallowed, whimpering against the ache of his full length filling her. “What do I feel like, sir?”
“You feel like home.”
His words were sweet even as his actions were lewd. “I want you like this every day, witch. I want to pound you until you fucking scream my name. I want to fuck you until you cry and hold you until you sleep. Do you want that, my pretty little unicorn?”
“Severus,” she sighed happily. “I want that more than you’ll ever know.”
“Wonderful,” he grinned. “Now then.”
He released her head roughly, both hands coming down to grip her hips tightly. “Do try to keep your eyes open, slut. You make such a pretty picture when I use you.”
With no more warning than that, he began to hammer into her, using her hips to pull her against him with every thrust. She could see his long locks swinging wildly as he set a cruel pace, chasing his own pleasure. Hermione focused for a moment, eyes fluttering closed as she pushed her magic out towards her tail, setting it in motion to flick back and forth, lightly whipping his hips and stroking his bum and thighs sensually in contrast to his increasingly vicious slams. His head fell back at the feeling, and his rhythm stumbled as the silken strands crept round and wound like vines, stroking against his puckered hole before sliding down to wrap lightly around his balls, juggling gently and caressing them into a tight, throbbing parcel of want.
“You keep that up, Hermione, and I won’t be able to last.”
“Good,” she imitated his voice throatily before letting out a laugh. “Are my equine charms getting the better of you?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but only let out a sound half whimper, half growl as his witch very deliberately clenched around him on his outward thrust. She released as he slid back in, slower than he had begun. The slick sound of her wetness sucking onto him snapped the final threads of his control, and Snape released Hermione’s hips to instead grab onto her horn once more, bruising her hips as he fell over the edge, each jerky thrust slamming her into the hard wood she rested on.
Hermione let out a loud sigh when her wizard released her, leaning against her back and covering her neck and shoulders with kisses. She flopped forwards, sinking into the table tiredly. Severus began to move lower, his lips trailing down her spine to her lower back.
“Uh,uh,” Hermione interrupted, reaching a hand back to grab his hair and lift him to stand behind her. With a wave of her wand her dress was fixed and she turned to face him, stepping firmly into his embrace. “I’m much too tired and bruised to fuck your face on this table.”
His lips spread wide at her words, his hands wrapping around her wrists and holding her securely.
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours. And Sev?”
“Yes?”
“Happy halloween.”