enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

54. Waterfall

It happened to fast for her to even realised what she was doing. One minute she was walking out of the library after a long evening of studying - ready to head to the Gryffindor tower - and the other the sight of a dark brooding shadow caught her attention and drifted it away from her initial destination. She was in awe of the majestic swing of the long cloak swaying around the corridors, like a fragment of the night sky flying through the halls of Hogwarts.

Hermione instantly realised who she was following, like a hypnotised wolf following in adoration his mate - she had no more control over her own body. Her amber orbs flickered like the lights of the torches, extinguishing themselves as she the source of her reverence stopped in front of a long tapestry and lifted it deftly with a flick of his wand and disappeared into the wall. Stepping out of her hiding spot, Hermione looked around the corridors in spite of herself, knowing deep down that her actions could lead to her own expulsion. However, as she let her own steps guide her to stand before the peculiar weaving of a man on his knees - tears in his eyes as he held onto something glowing in his hand - her curiousness and improper bravery took over.

Within seconds she realised she had walked through a secret passage that lead her directly to a hidden corner of the prefect bathrooms of Hogwarts. Ornated with stones, what appeared at first glims like a waterfall with scented bubbles, the witch soon realised an enchantment had been placed on the decoration to make it seem more exotic. An unexpected throb vibrated between her thighs as she noticed, in the corner of her eyes, a tall frame in the middle of the pool letting his cloak fall to his feet, his naked body like a sculpture within these walls.

It was at the beginning of the year, while her potion master was teaching that she began to notice small details that seemed to have never caught her attention beforehand. His dark eyes, which used to send shivers of fear down her spine now enticed her. The sudden ardour towards him had taken her off guard, telling herself she had gone bonkers, yet the longer she gazed at him, the further drawn to him she became. Magnetised by his low, calm baritone voice, Hermione had forthwith learned to accept her feelings for him. She knew his implications in the war were far more complex than what her friends were lead to believe, yet she had never received confirmation to her doubts, which inevitably fed into her fascination.

Suddenly, she was torn away from her reverie when she detected a growl coming from the man of her desires. Instantly, she leaned on her tiptoes and as slowly as humanly possible, she wandered to a thick roman column not far from where he stood. Bitting down on her lip - bruising it dangerously - as she acknowledged how perverted she seemed, gawking at a naked man, Hermione nearly gasped when she understood the source of his sudden noises.

His arm was moving, slowly, tauntingly, and soon enough as she detected the mirror in front of him, her eyes landed on his hardened shaft. She had read various books in muggle libraries about male anatomy, sexual desires and intercourses, yet it was the first time she saw a man's endowment up close. The first word that came to her mind was beautiful. Even through the layers of clothing, Hermione had remarked his broad shoulders and thick arms - flexing while testing his student's potions - or his large hands which made her squirm more times than she would ever admit to herself - dreaming of them tending her breast. His naked form ornated a few mysterious scars, yet confirmed her deductions, as his body brandished a firm and muscled allure.

Trying to pry her eyes away from his the line down his back leading to his insanity, Hermione tried in vain to tear her eyes away from him. Her breathing pace increased massively as he entered the water and moaned at the warm sensation prickling its way through his alabaster skin, his head now falling back against a stone, the corner of his mouth slightly creased before another moan overcame him. If she hadn't been hypnotised by the sight of a man pleasuring himself, Hermione would have noticed the infamous smirk that Severus Snape tried desperately to hide.