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This is the second part of my story We'll Always Have Paris. Please read the first part before this chapter, since it will help you to understand it. Thank you!


We'll Always Have Paris

Part II

Chapter 1


A year later

It was late at night. The moon was shining in the parisian sky, not disturbed in the slightest by the few clouds that were threatening it. Despite the fact that the bedroom was in a total darkness, the brilliant satellite was enough for Severus to see the frame of the woman who was currently on his bed, her head bobbing at a slow pace while he tightened his grip on her head. From time to time, she let out a moan, as if she knew perfectly well that the vibrations coming from her mouth were enough to drive a man crazy. Unfortunately for her, Severus wasn't a man who could come into a woman's mouth just with this trick, no matter how pleasurable it was.

The Potions Master closed his eyes, his mouth half-open, and pressed a little more on the woman's head. He started to caress her blonde hair and noticed how soft it was. She was an amazing woman, no doubt about it. Her curves had been enough to get his attention during the dinner, and for the first time in months, Severus had decided that he had enough to live a monastic life. Hell with the things that he had said to himself in the past; he needed to fuck, to take every little thing that a woman wanted to give him. And this woman was perfectly made for this kind of thing, he had to admit it.

When she let go of her cock and looked up at him, Severus frowned and groaned.

"Is something wrong?," he asked, trying to hide the lust in his voice.

"You're taking a lot of time to come. Usually, boys are quick when I use my mouth on them...," she purred, a wicked smile over her face.

Severus raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes looking directly into the blue ones' of the blonde woman.

"I am not a boy," he retorted, his voice cold. "Now, if you could resume what you were doing...," he continued, gently pushing on her head to force her to take his cock back into her mouth.

He let out a heavy sigh when she made her tongue roll around his shaft and started to suck him harder. How had he been able to live without these kinds of sensations during all these months? It was heaven on Earth, it was the most amazing thing that he had ever experienced. She then tried to deep-throat him, without success, but Severus smirked when he noticed that she was trying so hard. He would obviously reward her for trying so hard to please him. What was her name again? He didn't remember, but, somehow, he knew that it was a French one. But for now, he thought while starting to move his hips to meet her mouth, her body was the only thing that he needed, and he intended to take advantage of every part of it.

XxX

Hermione was locked into her laboratory, like every day of the week. Everything was going wrong with the potion she was currently working on, and she sighed out of frustration. She had spent weeks working on it, thinking that it would be her masterpiece that she would be able to introduce at the annual Potions conference. To make things worse, she was the Potions Mistress who would presided at the conference this year, and she couldn't do so with such a crappy potion. In all honesty, she could, of course, but after her success of last year, she didn't want to be the laughing stock anymore; she had been during so many years, mostly given her age, and it was the last thing that she wanted to be right now.

Out of exasperation, she took her wand and made the potion disappear. She couldn't do anything more with it anyway, even if she had spent all the night working on it.

"A cup of coffee would do me good...," she muttered to herself while leaving her stool and heading to the door. It was a good thing to have her own laboratory in her own flat. This way, she wasn't disturbed by anybody, like it had been more than usual when she was a student at the Potions Institute.

But an owl could always disturb her, and it was the case right now. She went to the window and opened it to let the bird of prey come in before giving it a treat and freeing it from its burden. The owl left her flat a second later, and Hermione took the parchment with her before going to the kitchen. She put it on the dining table before preparing a cup of coffee. A few minutes were enough for her to do so, and she sat at the table with her hot coffee in her hand, and the parchment in the other.

"Dear Hermione,

It's been days since the last time we saw each other. I know that the conference will take place in just a few days and that you are probably busy, but what would you think about joining me for a coffee anytime soon? I really want to see to you.

Edward"

Hermione put the piece of parchment back on the table and sighed. Damn. This Edward was more than annoying. She had thought that she had made herself clear last week, when she had politely said him that she wasn't interested by a romantic relationship with him, but it was obviously not the case. Not that Edward McKingley was a bad guy, not at all. He was charming, handsome, but... he wasn't what Hermione was looking for right now. She just wanted to be alone and to focus on her work, and it was something that Edward didn't seem to understand this point.

She thought about answering him right now, but she quickly postponed it. She had a lot of things to do related to the conference today, and she was already late.

XxX

"What is it?," Severus' one-night-stand drawled, while Severus was preparing coffee for two. He rolled his eyes, cursing himself at the same time. He knew that he should have asked her to leave just after their little shag, but he had fallen asleep soon after he came into her tight channel, and they had slept together.

He joined her into the living room, and noticed that she had taken the piece of parchment that he had received the day prior.

"Nothing important," he said in a low voice before handing her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you," she muttered with a smile before looking back at the parchment. "It seems pretty important to me, sorry to contradict you. This kind of annual conference is always such a big event in the Wizarding World."

"I have never felt myself at ease during these meetings," Severus swiftly retorted while sitting into his favourite armchair.

"Well, I can understand that you are not this kind of person," she purred before sipping her coffee. "You don't really like to be surrounded by all these people I guess... It seems to me that you prefer... the intimacy of your flat... or of your bedroom when you have the opportunity to share it...," she continued, staring at him as if she was expecting something from him.

Severus smirked. "I cannot deny it. But, to be perfectly honest with you, most of the time, I prefer to be alone. Like now."

She stayed still, her mouth half-open, as if she wanted to say something but she didn't have the occasion to think about it.

"Is it a subliminal message?," she eventually asked, the piece of parchment still into her left hand.

"I do not even think that it is a subliminal one," he continued, still smirking.

Severus saw her jaw clenched, and she slowly put her cup of coffee back on the table, along with the parchment that she was holding.

"Well, I see that my presence isn't necessary anymore," she said, her lips pursed. "Thank you for the cup of coffee, Severus."

"You know where the door is," he stated with a curt nod, looking at her leaving the living room, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor.

She didn't even answer to him, and seconds later, the Potions Master was alone. He continued to sip his coffee, and after a few moments, his eyes fell upon the parchment that his friend had read earlier. With a frown, he bent over to take it, and he read it – for the umpteenth time.

"Dear Mr. Snape,

We are more than pleased to invite you to the 27th annual Potions Conference which will take place in London this year, from June 26th to June 29th. More than sixty Potions Masters and Mistresses are invited this year, which is an improvement compared to the other years.

Please confirm your attendance before June 20th.

Yours sincerely,

The 27th Potions Conference President,

Miss Hermione Granger"

He chuckled when he read the last few words of the letter. Miss Hermione Granger... A lot of memories came back to him, and his eyes wandered over the couch, the same couch where they had had sex a year earlier. He could almost hear her moans, her cries of pleasure when she had reached her climax, along with her kisses full of passion.

How could he ever forget about her?

Truth to be told, he had thought several times about going to London and knocked at her door, in order to revive the flame that once had burned between them. More than once he had wanted to go and take her in his arms and make love to her furiously, making her scream out of delight. Was it just a sexual drive? Maybe. Moreover, he knew perfectly well that, after the way he had told her to leave and forget about everything that had happened between them, Hermione Granger would never want to pick things where they had left them a year ago.

"Unfortunately...," he muttered, his eyes still focused on the young woman's name.

But Hermione Granger, this woman who had driven him crazy during the last conference, would have a surprise in a few days.

A surprise bearing the name of Severus Snape.


In my opinion, this part 2 will be a 4-chapters story too. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think about it!