Chapter 9
Severus laid a very drunk Hermione on the bed, despite her protests. Apparating seemed to bring her back to consciousness as she was alert as soon as he reached Spinners End. "Nooo," she mumbled softly as he took of her shoes and laid them on the floor. She tried to move off the bed but he held her in place. "You promised me more kisses," she whispered, looking sad. "I don't want to go to bed yet."
Severus was very sure that his heart had stopped for a few seconds before resuming its beating – albeit more rapidly now. "You need to sleep Hermione," he replied smoothly, "You are very drunk. It's not a good thing." He couldn't even keep her from getting drunk, what sort of husband was he?
"Being drunk is not that bad. I'm free!" she exclaimed happily. "I even kissed you! It was wonderful. My stomach felt all fluttery and I got all tingly and hot." She looked at him and whispered loudly, "It was my first kiss." Severus stared, shocked that the young witch was so innocent. Wasn't she with the Weasley boy for a few months? How is it that he did not lay a finger on her?
He was so lost in thought that he failed to notice the strange glint that appeared in her eyes. All of a sudden she bolted from the bed. For a drunk witch, her coordination was remarkable – she was already bounding down the stairs when he realised what was happening. "Witch! Get back here now!"
She giggled as she reached her destination: The firewhiskey they previously drank.
"I want mooorreee," she sang out as she reached for the bottle.
"Hermione! What's the matter with you?"
She looked at him. "You never touch me. I'm your wife and all I did for the past two months was kiss you. And both instances were initiated by me! The only time you touched me was fifteen minutes ago when you kissed me back!" Her eyes filled with tears. "The boys in Hogwarts never thought of me as a girl." She hiccupped delicately and poured the firewhiskey into a glass. She took a swig of the whiskey and Severus stepped forward in alarm. "Ah ah ah," she threatened, "I might just take a huge gulp straight out of the bottle. Please just listen, Severus." He stopped but slowly inched his hand towards his wand. He'd freeze her if he had too.
She took another gulp and continued. "Did I tell you what happened on the night of the Yule Ball?" She paused, looking thoughtful. "No. No, I didn't. I told no one." She shrugged and continued. "Viktor tried to get in my skirts. He actually tried to bind me. I was so scared I froze him." She laughed gleefully. "It was the first time I used wandless magic, you know? Next was Ronald! I tried to make the relationship work but… He was so…not what I was looking for. And so simple minded! My only other experience was with Greyback when he tried to rape me."
Hermione gave a humourless laugh. "All my experiences with men ended in disaster. And now! My husband won't even touch me unless I make the first move." She sighed and slumped into the sofa. "I guess I'm a git magnet when it comes to males." She looked up at him. "You know, I think you're the best of them all. You're the only one who didn't try to get into my pants as soon as you saw me." Hermione gave him a weak smile before downing the rest of the whiskey. "You're the only man that made my heart flutter," she said softly.
Severus decided that he had heard enough and stepped forward in a flash, quickly Vanishing the alcohol bottle and her glass.
Hermione looked outraged. "What did you do that for?" she demanded.
"You have plenty of alcohol in your system Hermione."
She stood up and wobbled, causing him to reach out and steady her. "Now you won't even kiss me like you said you would." She looked morose at the loss of his promise.
Severus placed a finger under her chin and gently tipped her head up. "Oh, I will kiss you witch," he said. Her eyes lit up at the promise laced in his words. "But it will be when you are not intoxicated," he continued roughly. She pouted for the second time that night. "Okaayyyy," she agreed.
"Now you're going to go to bed and sleep," he commanded, causing her to giggle. "Something amusing witch?"
"I think I love you," she said and promptly passed out. Again. Damn it all.
Severus rushed to catch her before she hit her head. How bloody convenient he thought. How can she drop a bombshell like that and pass out?
He made his way to the bedroom, again, and gently placed her on the bed, again. Stepping back, he eyed her warily for about two minutes to see if she would repeat her action of bolting from the room. Satisfied that she was sound asleep, he removed her robe. Would she be comfortable in her outside clothes?
Maybe he should change her into her nightwear?
He stalked to the wardrobe, yanked the door open rather violently and opened the drawer where her more intimate wear was kept. What a predicament….Hermione gets herself drunk, causes him mayhem, they bump into the last two people on earth that he wanted to see and just when he thought it was over, she confesses growing feelings of love for him before passing out.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, unsure of what to do next. This never happened to him. Hermione was turning his world upside down and he wasn't even sure he disliked it anymore…
He picked up the first nightdress that he saw – light pink silk framed with delicate ivory lace. For all her troubles, she did make it up with her choice of negligee. He marched back to the bed and began to undress her but stopped before he went any further.
Severus smiled slyly as a very Slytherin idea came to mind. Think of it as payment for the troubles she caused him this evening.
He reached out and gently shook her shoulder. "Hermione," he murmured.
"Mmm?" she mumbled.
"You need to get dressed."
She sat up on the bed, still half asleep. "Too… too tired. Do it later."
"Would you prefer to have me help you?" he asked. Had she been awake, she would have heard the smirk in his voice.
"That would be…n…nice. Mm. Nice." She fell back onto the bed, fast asleep.
Excellent. He had her permission. He could easily Vanish her clothes with a spell and charm her nightwear on her, but he chose to do it by hand.
He carefully removed her top and skirt, leaving her in a lacy white lingerie set. Taking a step back, he rumbled in approval at the innocent yet seductive picture she displayed. Her hair was strewn across the pillows and her cheeks were lightly flushed from the firewhiskey. Her arms were splayed above her and her head lay to the side, exposing the delicate skin on her neck. Her legs were slightly parted and bent at the knee. She looked so trusting.
Severus couldn't help it. He found himself reaching out to touch her before he could comprehend what he was doing. Even then, he didn't give a damn. She wanted him. Granted she confessed that only under intoxication but a confession was still a confession. And it is of common belief that drunken people are one of the most honest individuals in the world. Severus gently stroked the side of her face before trailing his fingers across her soft silken skin. Down past her collarbones to lightly stroke the sensitive skin between her breasts. He marveled at the feel of her and caught a whiff of her scent – roses.
Even in her sleep, Hermione responded to his touch. She shifted slightly and moaned before stilling again. Severus' mouth turned dry when he noticed her nipples hardening in her slumber. Lifting her up, he carefully slid each arm through the openings in the nightdress before pulling it to cover only her lovely breasts. Sliding his hands under the dress and over her back, an action that made her shiver just the tiniest bit, he unhooked her bra, slid the straps off her shoulders and removed the piece of lingerie from her torso.
Severus tugged the nightdress down, noticing the way her taut nipples were outlined through the fabric. He stifled a groan. Barely. Not realising it before, he concluded that Hermione must surely have sensitive skin. Her reactions to his touch, even his sleep, served to prove this assumption. How would she respond to his ministrations when she was awake? As he stroked her skin, lightly teasing? Would she shudder? Or would she gasp and moan his name in reverence as fire stole through her?
Tormented by these images, the poor wizard ran a hand through his hair. And then over his face. Fuck, I'm so hard right now. What I wouldn't give to have her wake to the feeling of me thrusting inside her tight sheath.
Argh! He stormed out of the room before he lost control. Cold shower. He needed a cold shower.
Severus and Hermione were entwined on the bed, the sheets a tangled and forgotten mess on the floor. He pinned her to the mattress and fed her deep kisses that she could swear branded her in some way. Breaking the kiss, Severus rose above her. He snarled softly at the wanton picture she posed and trapped her hands above her head in one of his. He licked his way down to her chest and stopped at the sensitive skin between her breasts. He nipped at the delicate skin there causing her to jerk and hiss in pleasure.
"Severus," she moaned, writhing beneath his touch.
"Yes witch?"
"Pleeeeaassseee," she begged, twisting in a vain attempt to free herself. She wanted more. Needed more.
"Ah ah ah," he growled, "I've finally got you in my bed." Another deep kiss, his tongue entwining with hers. "I'm going to fuck you the way I've fantasized of for the past few months." He bent down and whispered in her ear, his voice dark, seductive and laced with promise. "I'm going to make you beg, mindless with the need for me to fill you. And when I finally enter you, it's going to be slowly at first. Then I will fuck you so hard and so deep, you won't ever forget who you belong to. You won't be able to think of sex without thinking of me." He licked the outer shell of her ear before biting on the lobe. Hermione whimpered.
Severus released her hands ran his palms underneath her across her back making her shiver. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts and she arched, mewling like a kitten. His head lowered and he –
Hermione's moan was so loud that she woke herself up. She was panting slightly, memories of the dream still floating around in her head making her hot and frustrated. She sneaked a peek at Severus, hoping he didn't wake up. No. He was still fast asleep. She flopped back down, still hot and aching in places that didn't ache before. How did she get into her nightwear?
That was a question for later. She was tired. So tired. She drifted off as quickly as she woke up; quite possibly because she was eager to finish the dream.
Severus thanked the heavens that Hermione didn't notice he had also waked with her moan. Her fucking sexy as hell moan. Fuck. He was hard again. He glanced over at the witch in question and almost groaned in agony. Her nightdress rode up and she was on her side, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee reaching to her chest. It would be so easy for me to slip a finger inside her and work her into a frenzy before pinning her down and slowly filling her with my thick cock. He licked his lips at the image. Severus swore and stumbled to the bathroom, his hand already gripping his shaft.
It was going to be a long night...
Author note:
1) OMG! I finally discovered how to do the horizontal line break! I hope it will make reading easier for you guys as I will be using it much more often now! It looks sooo much neater as well :D
2) Anyway, I literally flew through this chapter because a drunk Hermione is very fun to play around with. Especially when Severus is so lost with what to do with her! Ahahahahahaha xD So congrats guys! Two chapters in a week ;D
