With a sudden long stride he was leaning into her, so close, arms still folded, that in the otherwise sterile air of the chamber she could smell him deeply. His aroma filled her senses with staggering vibrancy. Spice ... incense ... Her eyes closed against it.

The taut body of Severus Snape hovered above her, his mouth close to her ear. Hermione was suddenly invaded by his physical presence. In the chill air of the room, his body heat was palpable.

I shall have to find a way to curb that tongue of yours.

"What do you want with me?" she demanded.

"Have you orders?" "To hold you captive? Yes. But what we do with you while you are here -" It was Malfoy's turn to lean into her now. "- is entirely up to us."

Hermione flinched. Her eyes instinctively darted to Snape. He was breathing with marked rapidity, but still he did not move; his control did not falter. Her body was pricked with passionate anger.

Were they using unseen magic to influence her actions?

His eyes briefly flicked to hers. There was a flame within the black she had not previously seen

He looked down, his mouth set straight as it always was, his eyes dark, save for that flame she could still detect, his countenance intense and finely sculpted.   

Hermione's eyes widened, her mouth dropped in wonder and she sucked in the deepest breath as a long finger swept between her folds, running up before circling her clit. Her belly twisted and hot moisture fell onto his fingers.

He did it again, another finger joining the first in his skilled and nimble exploration of her now soaking core.

Hermione turned her eyes to his. He held her gaze, his eyes alight with ferocious desire.

Thrusting two fingers hard up into her, he twisted them, stroking around her walls, gathering in more of her juices as he went.

Snape did not stop his expert attentions

Hermione pulled against the chains which held her.

Snape did not stop. Hermione's eyes closed as she felt him push up inside her again

He raised his hands and, ghost-like at first, flitted them across her nipples.

Malfoy's long fingers were now running over the nipples, flicking them back and forth, drawing them out so that they were as primed for attention as every other electrified part of her body.

The hand at her pussy continued to ply her.

And then, with pinpoint accuracy, his thumbs and forefingers closed around her nipples, and with delicious but ever-increasing torment, he pinched.

Hermione hissed.

Snape's fingers worked ever more ardently.

Hermione dared to meet his gaze.

Severus' eyes were still fixed on her unwaveringly.

Malfoy's hand aimed lower, making sharp contact now with the exposed flesh of her pussy. Hermione cried out, her mind and body spinning.

There was no way she could reconcile the events of the last few hours. The reality was that she needed to escape

The chains tightened fast, so that her arms were pulled out hard to the sides. And before she could react, another set had attached to her ankles, pulling her legs hard apart.

"You bastard," she spat with sudden anger. "Release me."

"Severus. Miss Granger needs to be completely relaxed. I'm sure you can oblige."

Snape's lips and tongue worked ardently on her clit and pussy, darting in, drawing out her pleasure.

Snape's fingers dragged over her clit. She groaned, unable to stifle it.

The sight and feel of her restrained before him was too much. He moved rapidly along her now, never taking his eyes away.

Hermione found herself unable to think or feel logically.

Minutes slipped by, perhaps hours

Hermione drifted between waking and sleeping.

Severus, you are to do as is necessary with the captive.

Severus bent his head and kissed her. At first, she tensed.

Hermione could not move; she was staring at him, tears flowing hot down her face.