Chapter 11
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Hermione.
The voice woke Hermione up, from her spot next to Severus on the bed. She stirred, opening her eyes to the early dim light that told her it was almost dawn.
Didn't you sleep? She asked; he looked exhausted.
A little.
Do you need more pain potion?
I think so.
I should go, anyway, ill go get you some.
She got up, slipping on her slippers and readjusting her dressing gown over her pyjamas before she stretched. She felt a little lightheaded, and nauseous, and had a strange pain throughout her body that told her that was probably a reflection of how Severus felt.
Slowly, she opened the curtain outside of his cubicle, looking round to see that no one was there before she slipped out into the wing. She padded quietly over to the storeroom, and managed to dig out a pain killing potion before taking it back to Severus.
On her way, she heard quiet voices from inside Tonks' cubicle, and felt inclined to eavesdrop, but decided against it, wanting to give the couple their privacy. The voices were too quiet to make out, and she tried to forget as she walked back into Severus' cubicle.
"Thankyou." Severus whispered quietly, as she handed him the potion, but seeing he was too weak to hold the glass vial to his mouth, she took it from him, ignoring the flash of electricity that seemed to shoot down her arm when her hand brushed his. She held the vial up to his thin lips, tipping it slightly so that the mixture carefully poured into his mouth. He swallowed, drinking it in a pained manner, until it was finished and she took it away.
There was a small amount of potion at the corner of his mouth, and she wiped it away with her thumb, brushing against the soft skin of his cheek. His eyes looked into hers, and she removed her hand quickly, surprised at herself, but he grasped her hand with his own.
"Thankyou." He said, lowly, and she shook her head.
"I… I should go," She spoke regretfully. "Dora and Remus are awake, and Madame Pomfrey will be back soon."
He nodded, and she smiled slightly, exiting the cubicle without thinking. Outside, she nearly crashed into Remus who was carrying Teddy, and cried out before he steadied her, holding her arm.
"Are you okay Hermione?" he asked softly, confusion on his features. Hermione swore internally, she should have checked before walking out.
"Sorry, Remus, I'm fine. How's Dora?"
"Weak from blood loss, but she'll be okay. It's a nasty curse, that she got hit with."
Hermione grimaced, and he spoke again, trying to reassure her, "But she's been worse, and she's conscious. I'm just taking Teddy to change him." He paused, as if deciding whether to speak again or not. "What are you doing up? Is Severus okay?"
"Uh, yeah… He's okay. I just went to get him some more painkilling potion."
Remus nodded. Thinking. "Do you want to go and get some tea? I'm dying for a cup and I should probably put Teddy in his own bed."
Hermione nodded. She doubted she would get to sleep again that night, and Remus sounded like he wanted company. It was odd to see a woman as strong as Dora lying in a pool of her own blood; it had shocked Hermione, she couldn't imagine how much it must have shocked Remus...
They went back to Remus' kitchen, he put Teddy to bed and changed him, and Hermione made a pot of tea, adding sugar to both mugs.
"Would you prefer milk? Or not?" she asked as he came in, and he nodded.
"Yes, please. It's just in the cooling cupboard. He got it out, pouring some into both of their mugs before they went and sat in the usual spot near the fireplace.
"Teddy's crashed out, so we might stay here tonight. I want to sleep a little before lessons, anyway."
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked, and he nodded.
"I'm fine, no worries there. How are you?"
"Okay, I guess. I'm in a bit of pain still, but…" she trailed off, gripping the mug uncomfortably.
"Can I get you anything? I have some potions?" he motioned to get up, but she shook her head, cheeks a little pink.
"Oh. No, thanks. The potions don't help." He frowned, confused, and she clarified. "It's erm, because of the bond. If he's in pain, so am I. I can't really do anything apart from give him painkillers which I already did."
"Ohh, okay." Remus nodded, still looking like he wanted to say something. Hermione's stomach wrinkled nervously, hands gripping the mug so hard she thought it might shatter. "Did you have problems sleeping, last night?" he asked, and her face blushed nervously. "Just, you weren't in your cubicle when Poppy came round with a potion for you."
"I was…" A lie wouldn't come to her head, her mind was a blank canvas.
"You were?"
She sighed. "I slept next to Severus, I couldn't sleep otherwise, I was worried."
He nodded, opening his mouth in realisation. A slightly awkward silence filled the room, displaced only by the faint crackles of the fire.
"Well, it's fine for you to tell us that, you know. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He finally said, and Hermione smiled at him gratefully. "You're an adult, it would be weird if we didn't treat you like one."
"I want to thank you, and Dora, for being so supportive. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, about Severus and I…" Saying Severus and I felt weird, still, to Hermione. They were closer than she had realised…
"It's no problem, honestly. How, how are things? Between you two?"
"Better." He nodded, smiling. "It's getting a bit easier, and it'll be better once I'm done with school, I think."
"I get that." His face was open, kind. "If it had happened to me, I don't know how I would have coped. I understand, a lot, how it feels to be trapped in a situation you don't want to be." Hermione got that, he had no choice but to let the moon drag him through a cycle of pain, just as she as Severus had no choice in how they got to live.
Hermione knew what day it was, which meant that although a day playing wizard chess with Tonks should have been fun, she found herself distracted by other matters.
The ritual needed to happen at nine pm, the same time as last week, and there was no way around it.
But there was one problem with this: how would they do it when Snape was still bedridden and Tonks was in the cubicle next to them?
Hermione didn't know. Worried, she wracked her mind, trying to think how it might work as Tonks thrashed her at chess multiple times. Severus was not replying in her head, so he was either in a potion induced sleep or he didn't want to talk to her about it, and Hermione was growing more and more anxious.
"Checkmate, yes! That's eleven games to me, seven to you." Tonks cried, as Hermione's king was smashed yet again. The light outside was fading, and it was growing closer to the time when Hermione would have to do the bonding. She felt apprehensive, a little nervous, but strangely not scared.
"Well done!" she said, a little half-heartedly, and Tonks frowned.
"You alright Hermione?"
"Fine, just want to get out of here really…" she said.
"Me too. Right, I'll ask Poppy when we can go." She called the healer over, and there was a heated discussion of health where Tonks got more and more adamant that she was fine, whilst Poppy seemed to grow certain she was not. Finally, Tonks prevailed, saying what was best for her was a night with her baby and husband, in her own bed, and was allowed to leave.
Hermione, however, had to stay until tomorrow morning, because of Severus' uncertain health.
He had remained silent throughout the day, both physically and in her mind. The curtains around his bed was closed, and he seemed not to even stir despite the cheers of Tonks next to him as she won a chess game. Poppy wasn't sure if it would affect Hermione through the bond, so she had to stay, just in case.
"Well, I'll see you later, sweetheart. I hope you're allowed out soon." Tonks spoke, as she left, and Hermione found herself alone with her thoughts once again.
She tried to occupy herself, seeing that the time was six thirty, and finished all of her homework - which included DADA, charms, transfiguration, muggle studies and herbology, managed to paint her nails, read a novel and still when she checked the time it was only eight forty-five.
Hermione, please calm down. She heard, and stopped her frustrated mental ramble.
We're going to have to delay it until Poppy leaves at ten, come and see me only then.
Okay, are you going to be okay?
I'll have to be, won't I?
Sorry, I just…
Look, just try to find something to do.
Okay.
It was on tenterhooks that Hermione did this waiting, finding mundane tasks and completing them quickly until she realised only five minutes had passed and she needed a new one. She was pretty sure she had learnt the entirety of her herbology course, and managed to learn a timeline of all of the famous wizards and witches in history, amongst other things.
Finally, Madame Pomfrey left the wing, and Hermione knew it was time.
She was wearing a nightie, strappy, white and knee length, and some slippers, and she crept silently across the room the curtained off area where Severus was. He lay still, slightly propped up by some pillows.
"Hello, Hermione." He said, and she smiled nervously.
"How… How should we do this?" she asked, quietly, looking at her feet.
"I don't know, but I'm sorry we can't use the numbing potion, I'm not strong enough, yet."
"I know, don't worry."
She took initiative, knowing if this was going to work she would have to make the first move, and for it to work, they would both have to enjoy it somewhat. She didn't feel ready, but she was more so than she had ever been, and she felt bizarrely like she was looking forward to it.
Hermione slipped off her slippers, climbing onto the bed with bare feet. She straddled Severus, a leg either side of him, and careful not to crush him she leaned down, kissing him softly.
The electricity tingled down her lips and through her spin to her feet as their lips met softly, and she pulled away before leaning down again, capturing his lips in a stronger kiss. His eyes held lust, intent, and a shiver went down her legs again as his hands rose from underneath the duvet to hold round her back. He seemed to kiss her back, and their eyes were closed as she touched his face and he moved his hands up and down her back and arms tenderly.
A thumb brushed the side of Hermione's breast through the thin cotton of her nightie, and she moaned into his mouth, causing him to kiss her deeper, harder. She felt a hardness underneath the sheet, and instinctively rubbed against it, feeling him grunt from the back of his throat as she slowly moved her hips to feel his member at her centre.
He pulled away, and she looked down at him, disappointed, but he merely shifted the sheet so it was over the top of her and she could lie on top of him properly. He wore button up pyjamas, and the bulge in the pants caused Hermione to bite her lip apprehensively. He took this as another opportunity to kiss her, pulling her to his mouth as he gripped her back with strong hands.
Slowly, not shifting her lips form his, she unbuttoned his shirt, placing it gently aside as she enjoyed the feeling of her skin against his bare chest, sparse hairs tickling her arms. Her nipples were hard through the thin cotton of the nightie, and he gently pulled the straps down, revealing her pale chest, beautifully petite. He caressed her gently, and she moaned into his shoulder, crying out as he left a mark on her neck, before kissing it more tenderly. The room was dark, so when he took her nightie off from over her head it was difficult to see much below her waistline, but he could feel her heat through the flannel pyjamas he wore.
They carried on for a moment, kissing and exploring each other before Hermione moved her way downwards, kissing down his stomach until she reached the strained trousers. She placed a soft kiss on his cock through the fabric, and he gasped out, putting his hands in her curly brown hair, marvelling at the sensations. She pulled the trousers off, and gripped his member with a timid hand, unsure of herself. He guided her as she crouched above his knees, helping her stroke him until he was too close, and he slowly pulled her hand away, bringing her in for another kiss.
She groaned as he slipped a finger into her warm wetness, stroking her until she was in delightful amounts of pleasure, curling his finger into the sweet spot as the eyes rolled back in her head and she struggled to prop herself up on his chest.
Then, she found herself grinding against his cock, skin on skin, as she felt his hot heat press upon her wet core. He thrust up into her, slowly, gaining nods to make sure she was okay at every centimetre, until she felt gloriously full, held in his arms as she straddled him whilst he sat.
Without moving yet, he placed kisses down her neck, caressing her chest until he took a pink nipple into his mouth and she gasped out, pleasure surging and her walls clamping around him. He groaned gutturally, starting to rock slowly, causing his cock to thrust in and out of her, eliciting soft little moans and gasps.
Their lips met in a delightful kiss, and she moaned against his mouth as he continued the thrust, starting to help him by lifting her hips up and down, making him go deeper and deeper inside of her. Every time he brushed her chest with his long fingers her walls tightened around him, causing him to shudder softly.
She shifted them, still full of him, so that her legs wrapped around his waist whilst they were still sat down. This made him ever deeper inside her, and his pelvis ground against her clit wonderfully as she rocked up and down, sat in his lap.
With his hands to guide her, they rocked together until their thrusts became more ragged and theirs kisses rushed. Hermione breathed hard against his mouth, the sensations becoming more and more intense as she felt him deep inside her and her clit was sending tiny shocks at every movement. Severus groaned at every thrust, caressing her chest and feeling her walls tighten and spasm. He pushed her down so he was on top, her legs wrapped around his hips as he lay on her, nipples hard against his hairy chest. He thrust again and again, and their pleasure grew and grew until she gasped out, moaning as her walls tightened and he came inside her with a bust of wet heat. She clung to him, as they lay, bodies so close they could have been one, coming down from the incredible height, him still inside her as her walls relaxed and she let him out, kissing him softly.
Are you okay? He asked, mentally, voice soft and exhausted.
She cast a quick cleaning charm upon both of them. I feel amazing.
You were incredible, I was an invalid.
Oh please… She kissed him again, feeling him shudder. I've never felt so incredible.
Me neither… He was barely a whisper in her mind, as he drifted off to sleep, and she quickly dressed herself, made the bed look more presentable and tucked him in, padding quickly across the hospital wing. She got into her own bed, this time the restlessness was gone; she felt came and happy.
