DISCLAIMER:I do not own these characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling, the only creative control I have is the plot.


Feel

Chapter Three: Knowing Hermione

Severus's POV

"Wait," she said as I began walking over to my bed. I looked back to her in confusion to find her playing with her fingers, her head hung in the air as she looked towards her feet. "I know that we only just got together, and that we should take it slow, and I want to…" she began slowly, looking over at me. "But I… I want to feel close to you," she walked over to me, running her hands over my stomach and up to my chest. "Severus… I want to feel your skin against mine."

I looked down at her in awe, running my hand over the back of her head. I leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. "Anything you want, my love," taking her hand in mine, I led her over to my bed.

"May I?" I asked her, looking down at her shirt, then back to her eyes. She nodded, and I smiled as I took my hands to the top of her shirt and began opening the buttons of it. I inhaled a deep breath, exposing her bra: bright red silk, overlaid with black floral lace; the straps thin black silk. I gently laid her shirt onto the foot of my bed, and began working at the zipper of her skirt at the side of her hip, slowly pulling it down. It dropped to the floor, where she stepped out of it. She stood before me in her bra, matching thong, garter belt and stockings. I had never seen anything so sexy, anything so beautiful, in my entire life. She tugged at the base of her hair nervously, as I just stood there, staring: my heart rate fast.

Before I was able to go any further, she reached her hand up and began unbuttoning my cloak, letting it drop to the floor beside her skirt as she finished. Biting her bottom lip, she began at work with my white button-up, where that too, ended up on the floor beside our other disregarded clothes. I heard her suck in a breath of air, running the palm of her hand over my bare chest. "I hadn't realized," she said, completely entranced by my chest. "How lean you were… I imagined you would have chest hair. But you're completely smooth… you even have a six-pack," she added, trailing her hand further down my stomach, kissing my abs with the tips of her fingers.

I watched as her hand trailed further down my stomach, to my pant line. With both hands she pulled apart the button, unzipping the slacks slowly, and letting them fall to the floor.

Apart from our socks, my boxers and her lingerie and stockings, we were completely exposed.

She took my hand, sandwiching it between hers and leading us to my bed, where she leaned back and began to crawl backwards, on her back, and I following her, holding myself over her as we slowly made our way to the head of my bed. She laid her head onto a pillow, looking over at me as I laid myself down beside her; our bodies pressed together as we lay with our sides against the mattress. I reached down, pulling up my black satin sheet and covering us beneath it. I took her hand in mine and kissed it softly, looking deeply into her glowing almond eyes.

"Have you ever fallen in love so fast," she said slowly, pulling herself closer against me still. "That by the time you realized it, you were already in the middle?"

I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, running my fingers into her hair. "If you had asked me that before yesterday," I told her while pressing my forehead against hers. "The answer would have been no, but now… Now I look at you, and I see no other life, than one with you. I love you, Hermione."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "And I you, Severus."

"Now," I said, settling back against the mattress and pulling her into my chest, wrapping her into my arms. "I believe you have a detention to fulfill."

"Ask me anything," she told me contentedly, running circles over my chest with her fingertips. "Do you want to know the good, the bad, or the unimportant first?"

"There is no unimportant, Hermione," I told her, kissing the top of her head. "Not with you."

She smiled up at me, hugging herself around me and wrapping her leg through mine. She told me everything I asked her: the good, the bad, and everything in between. She wanted to visit America and Canada and New Zealand and Russia and Germany. Her favorite color was the pink of sunset, her favorite season winter because of Christmas and snow. She loved peacocks the most, and any kind of reptile the least, because they scared her. Twilight was her favorite time of day; the time to think about the day that led up to it, and of the day that would soon come after.

She loved fiction books; romance's mostly; fantasy, historical fiction, horror, mysteries, suspense, young adult, science fiction, supernatural… anything but western's and Christian novels. She especially loved music from the nineteen-twenties to the thirties; jazz, mild-country, new age, alternative, rock, grunge, dance, instrumental, pop and opera. She disliked most rap and despised heavy metal or any sort of metal in general. Her favorite decade was the roaring twenties and the flappers. She loved diamonds, lapis lazuli, moonstones, rubies, pearls and sapphires. Her favorite kind of metal was silver, and she didn't like bronze because it turned your skin green.

Her favorite beverages were orange soda, cream soda, sweet tea and chocolate milk. She loved strawberry ice cream and cookies 'n cream ice cream, and her favorite types of chocolate were white and milk. And her favorite food above all others was pasta; Fettuccini Alfredo, in specific, with lots of sauce, with carrots, chicken and a lot of zucchini. Her favorite dessert was hot apple crisp and vanilla ice cream with caramel syrup, and a close second of cheese cake with raspberries and kiwi.

She loved taro bubble tea smoothies with tapioca balls, just as much as strawberry vanilla bubble tea with tapioca balls.

Her biggest fears were loosing the ones she loved, heights – which is why she hated flying – and big bodies of water. She was scared of the dark, but tried to hide it as best she could because she thought if people found out someone her age were afraid of it, she would be made fun of. Animals that were larger than her scared her, and she was terrified of thunder and lightening.

Her worst memory – the thing that made her hurt the most – was when her best friend, Isobel, killed herself. Remembering how her father's mother, Grandma Granger, didn't even recognize her for months before she died because of the dementia. Animals being abused made her sad, and people who were bullied made her sad. She cried when she saw animals being hunted and killed, and whenever her parents fought she cried. Thinking about Isobel, all of the memories she made with her, and how she could never make anymore, made her cry harder than anything else. And her biggest secret, the one thing she had never told another living soul about, was how her twin brother, Jeremy, had been killed by a hit-and-run when they were only three years old. She absolutely hated illegal drugs because that was how Isobel took her own life; by purposefully overdosing on heroin, and how the mere sound of the name alone made tears swell in her eyes. She hated violence and animals that lived under water.

She stopped suddenly, burying her face into my chest. "What is it?" I asked her, curious why she had stopped all of the sudden.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking back up at me. "I am probably talking your ear off."

"No," I told her," No, not at all… if anything, you aren't taking enough," I ran my hand to the back of her head, looking down at her lovingly. "Hermione, I love the sound of your voice. But if you'd like to take a break, you are more than welcome to," she smiled up at me, and brought her lips to mine.

I pushed myself up to rest my back against the headboard, and watched as she slid over to the side of the bed, where she bent forward and began removing her stockings and garter belt. Her hands reached around to her back and she unclasped her bra, setting it on the floor. As she stood, she slid out of her thong and walked around to the other side of the bed, towards the window. She stopped suddenly, looking over at me nervously. "Is it okay if I..?" she gestured towards the window.

I nodded. "I have it charmed; you can see out of it, but if anyone were to look up all they would see would be darkness," I told her with a smile. She smiled, dropping her fingers from her hair and continuing on in her stride to the window. She sat down on the window seat, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them as she looked up at the full moon; her naked body glowing silver-blue.

She was a goddess; an absolute angel. Her legs were smooth and slender, bent at a perfect forty-five degree angle at her knee. Her arms were thin and perfect; her flat stomach expanding and sinking in with each breath. Her breasts were perfectly rounded, perky with erect nipples. Her thin neck just the right size; her nose perfect and her face sculpted by that of an angel. I could not tear my eyes away from her.

She let out a sigh; her breasts jutting forward as her lungs filled with air, and she turned her head to face me, leaning the side of her head onto her knees. She smiled happily. "I believe you are staring, Professor Snape," she teased.

"It is rare to see an angel in one lifetime," I told her, keeping my gaze on her perfect form; her breathtaking face. "So when one is in the presence of one, it would be a sin to look away."

"Is that your way of calling me beautiful again, Professor Snape?" she asked me, pulling her head away from her knees, and turning to sit with her feet touching the ground. "Because if so, you are awfully good at it, and I beg you to never stop," I smiled, pulling the sheet away from me and crawling to the edge of the bed. I pushed myself to my feet, and walked over to her. "Speaking of angels," she whispered as I stopped in front of her. I placed my hand over her head, and watched as she leaned her face in towards my stomach, and began slowly kissing my abs.

She slowly pulled her lips from my stomach, and looked up at me. I took her hands into mine, and helped her to stand. I cupped her face between my hands, and kissed her deeply. As I pulled away, she was out of breath; trembling. "It's hardly fair," she breathed. "That only one of us has to be naked."

Kissing her deeply, I pushed down my boxers, kicking them across the room. "And I know what I said before," she added, looking up at me with nothing but love and trust. "About taking it slow - taking our time," she kissed me. "But when two people love each other, when they really love each other… There is no such thing as time, Severus."

She stepped closer towards me, and I felt my body react, brushing against her sex. We both let out a soft gasp, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her shoulders. "Severus," she breathed, moaning to my touch. "Severus… I love you… Make love to me, Severus, make love to me…"

Keeping my lips against her skin, I lifted her from the floor, and carried her to my bed.

To be continued…