As his lips moved over her throat, his thoughts slowly began to trickle back in and he suddenly remembered where he was and who he was with. Even so, he couldn't help but continue to kiss his way from her throat, nipping her collar bone along the way back to her jaw. He pressed a chaste kiss to her swollen lips, before leaning his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me, but I shouldn't have done that.", he said huskily. Hermione chuckled huskily. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous. Not that you have any reason to be." He opened his eyes to look into hers. "Don't push your luck Hermione.", he growled. She leaned in and kissed him again, before pulling away and chewing on her lower lip, as she watched the thoughts flickering behind his confused eyes. "Why did you do that?" "Because I wanted to", she whispered blushing slightly.
He continued to look into her eyes; suspicion and wonder flickering in the black depths of his own, before he groaned and leaned in to kiss her again. His arms came up around her back and he carried her over to the small couch that sat in a corner of his lab. He sat down, never breaking their kiss and she straddled his lap. Her hands moved down to his chest, where her fingers began to deftly unbutton his shirt, before pushing it aside so she could splay her fingers over his taut chest. He hissed in a breath as her fingers ghosted over his flat nipples and bucked his hips under hers. Hermione moaned into his mouth, as his cloth covered erection thrust upwards and ground herself down on him. She knew things were getting out of hand, when his hands were suddenly on her bare breasts and she couldn't remember him removing her blouse or bra, but in the moment didn't care. No one had ever felt this good or this right to her before. Callused fingers rubbed over her nipples causing her to arch her back and thrust them further into his palms. His lips moved down her neck once more and over her chest before taking one into his mouth and suckling before biting down gently.
His hands and mouth moved over her torso; touching and tasting her. Their hips moving simultaneously, to grind against each other. Hermione's fingers in his hair scratching his scalp as she held onto him. He paused for breath and she leaned over to kiss her way over his neck. Her tongue finding the scar tissue left over from Nagini's bite and licking and nipping at it, causing a groan to escape his lips. When she sucked it into her mouth he almost came in his pants and had to move her away from it. "Not. There. Too. Sensitive.", he panted. A wicked smile curved her lips as she leaned forward to lick it again. "Minx", he growled. She chuckled and lay her head down on his chest. "What are we doing, Severus?" He sighed and pulled her more fully into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and holding her to him. "I don't really know anymore, my dear. You were correct in your assumptions though. I was jealous of Longbottom. Don't ask me to explain why, because even I don't know my own reasons why. I don't even know why I'm confessing that much to you, as under normal circumstances, I wouldn't." "I don't think normal describes our situation anymore. Not since Saturday at least." "We should get dressed. I have to get you back to Gryffindor tower before curfew unless you want more detentions with me."
Hermione buried her face into his neck inhaling his scent of sandalwood and potions ingredients. "I'm not going back to the tower tonight. Ron will be waiting up for me and I don't feel like talking to him just yet. If you could walk with me to the library and distract Madame Pince, I have somewhere else I can stay." He pulled away to look at her. "I know that the library is massive and your favorite room in the castle, but I don't imagine sleeping in the stacks would be very comfortable." She chuckled and kissed his lips once more, before getting up and began to redress. "It isn't. I've fallen asleep, a great many times with books for pillows and am well aware of how uncomfortable they are, but I thought I'd use a bed tonight." She winked at him and Severus growled and pulled her back down onto the couch and under him. He captured her lips once more and began devouring her sweetness anew. When he began peppering kisses along her neck Hermione tried to catch her breath again. "Merlin! As appealing as more detention with you sounds, if I stay any longer, neither one of us will have the willpower to stop." To emphasize her words she ground her core against his erection. "No, I don't suppose we will and I need to distance myself from you before I'm tempted even more, to forget my station and yours." He sighed and let her up, Getting up himself and re-buttoning his shirt, while she straightened her skirt and fixed her hair.
"If not the stacks, then, where will you find a bed in the library? I've been in every nook and cranny of the library in all of my years here; both as a student and a teacher and have never found a bed hidden among the books. Unless you've managed to add one yourself, given that you've practically lived there since your first year." Laughing, Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his lab and back through to the classroom. "No, but I did find one in my first year. Maybe I'll even show it to you, if we're lucky and can avoid Madame Pince altogether."
They weren't so lucky and Severus had to distract the Matron, by asking her if she had an obscure Potion's book while Hermione snuck in and disappeared among the books. He returned to his rooms and undressed before laying down in his bed. Things had gone too far with Hermione and he had been in danger of taking it even further. He shouldn't have kissed her, but couldn't find any regret in doing so either. Her response had been even more of a surprise. It was one thing for her to kiss him when neither of them had any choice in the matter, but she'd kissed him because she had wanted to. He could still feel her hands on his chest. This wasn't helping things, he looked down his body where his cock was still standing at attention. As it had been since she had first kissed him back. He took himself in hand and groaned, his skin was unbelievably sensitive to touch and he knew it wouldn't take him long to find his release. Maybe then he'd be able to think clearly again. He stroked his hand over his length imagining Hermione's hand in place of his own as he thrust his hips up into each stroke. Licking his lips and still tasting her there. A couple dozen strokes later and he was coating his hand and belly with his essence.
Using his wand, he cleaned himself up and lay back on his bed once more. His thoughts turned to the defiled Heart's Desire potion that they had brewed in his lab. Longbottom had gained the courage he had been lacking and had asked Hermione for a kiss and gotten on a broom for the first time in six years. It could be, that what he desired most was courage and the potion instead of showing him what he wanted most, had instead granted it to him? What of him and Hermione then? If that were truly what the potion was doing, then how was making them snog every time they both lost their tempers either one of their Heart's Desire? Until the potion had brought them together he hadn't thought of her as anything more than student. The only feeling he had ever felt for her was annoyance. He sighed. No, if he was being completely honest with himself he had admired her determination and love of knowledge. Minerva was right in that respect. It was refreshing to have a student who took their studies seriously and went above and beyond what was required of them. She reminded him of himself.
Okay, so he had been grudgingly impressed with her, but had been lashing out at her irrationally over the years because she reminded him of his own lost future. He was free now though. He had a future again, even if his youth was past him and he could make it anything he wanted. What did he want? At the moment the only thing that came to mind was Hermione. He groaned. He wanted Hermione. Had that always been? No, he didn't think so, but he definitely wanted her now. She hadn't seemed all that opposed to the idea either, but was it her own idea. Perhaps, because they had been touching when the potion had hit them, their desires had been warped. His, yet unknown desire for Hermione and her desire for him to watch his temper… He didn't know for sure, but it seemed the only explanation. There was no way that she desired an old bitter man like him of her own accord. So, it was only plausible that he'd been the instigator there and just hadn't realized his own desires because he'd buried them so deeply. He'd have to keep his hands to himself and figure out a way to break this enchantment for both their sake.
Hermione was a little disappointed that the stodgy old librarian had been present in the library so late. On their way to the library she had seriously considered inviting him to stay with her. While their previous kisses had been amazing; they had all obviously only been from the potion's affects. This last one though had been born of their own mutual desires. She was both surprised and delighted that he had been jealous of Neville and had genuinely seemed to want her. She'd never been a fan of jealousy before, but supposed that maybe she had just never been a fan of Ron's jealousy. He would lash out at her and demean her in any fashion he could think of in order to raise himself above her. He made her feel cheap and wrong whereas Severus' jealousy made her feel desired.
Her own desires may have started all of this, but perhaps there was room for a happy ending in all of this mess. She could admit now that it had been her desires that had bound them together. In that single instantaneous moment she had been both angry with him for once again picking on Neville and wanted him to control his temper and give Neville as much a chance to succeed as he did to fail. She had also been overwhelmingly concerned with his safety because she cared about him and wished that he could learn to care for her as well. It was her fault. Maybe he didn't actually want her at all, but this was a further development from the potion. Perhaps, she was being foolish in thinking that there was such a thing as a happy ending at all. Even Voldemort's defeat hadn't ended in one. Families had been torn apart by the war through death and imprisonment. No, there was no such thing as a happy ending. They only existed in fairy tales and this was no fairy tale. This was a dour Potion's Master and his annoying know-it-all student being forced together by an accident. She may desire him, but he'd made it quite plain over the years that he felt no such feelings for her in return.
Hermione sighed and rolled over on to her side. Silent tears coursed down her cheeks. There was no hope of forever and she wouldn't delude herself into thinking so again. Instead she would hold onto this night with all of her heart and hope that it would bring her comfort when it broke. Tomorrow things would go back to normal. She'd go to class and he'd teach and they would continue to try and free themselves from the Heart's Desire.
A/N: So, they started out good and were quite enjoying themselves I might add, but then began over thinking things. We all do it, but I think intellectuals do so more than others.
They both have their insecurities too. Severus was bullied as a child, not only by peers, but by his own father as well. Then on top of that, there's the whole stigma of him being an ex-Death Eater. Even with all that he's done to try and make amends, he still doesn't feel as if it's enough.
Hermione has also been bullied as a child and continues to be bullied by someone who is supposed to be her friend and at one point was her boyfriend. Then, of course, there's the fact that Severus was also bullying her for her six years in class. I guess, even with her hoping for it to be true, it's understandable that she might think that it's all her fault. He's given her no reason otherwise, to think that he feels anything but contempt for him.
I did find it fun to write about Severus being jealous of Neville. A boy he's enjoyed bullying for years, maybe even more-so than Harry and Ron.
It is late now though, my lovelies. My allergies hate me and I am thinking that I will edit more tomorrow and hopefully by the end of this week be working on the final chapters so I can post. So, far my eyes have found no inconsistencies and I am taking noted to be doubly sure.