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Chapter 11: Here's the Catch…

Hermione's body was being worshipped. It was being caressed. It was being manhandled and manipulated in the most lovely ways. In Severus' office, the two lovers had gone at each other madly after finding out their good news. It had been too much joy, too much stress lifted from their shoulders to not lose themselves to the passion and pleasure that they each found with each other. Hermione groaned and stiffened, her body bowing against her lover and then collapsed… let her head loll to the side, her frizzled mane plastered to her cheeks and forehead. Her chest was moving up and down fast and rhythmically as if she had just run a very long way. She felt slow and sated, her eyelids drooping in exhaustion and sweet satisfaction, her sweat slicked body only beginning to come down from the heights Severus had taken her to. Severus lifted his head a bit from where it was resting on his chest as he pumped his body into her slowly, the agonizing pace helping to keep her aftershocks shifting through her slumped body. Her back was on his desk, her hands braced against the sides over her head and he could not help but moan aloud as he watched her glorious breasts sway and bounce in time with his slow thrusts. He had no idea how many orgasms she had had…two? Three? It didn't matter. He thanked whatever Gods he could remember for his stamina and his energy, and had continued to slam into her through all of her earth shattering climaxes, at least, she made them sound as if they were earth shattering. All he knew was that feeling her tight, wet sleeve tug and pull on his hard length within her was the single most delicious feeling he had ever experienced, and he'd almost lost it the first time round.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Severussssss" she uttered as he shifted her leg up over his shoulder as he began to pound harder, thrusting deeper, questing, searching for the deepest parts of her depths with his cock. He humped against her mercilessly, driving his manhood against the barrier that was her cervix, feeling the resistance there, but pushing ahead anyway, hearing her cry out that she loved it, watching her eyes spark with a fire and lust that drove him insane with need. He felt like his want for her would consume him, as if her would eventually fall over the precipice with her and his desire for her body, for her mind, for her love. Yes, love. The thought alone nearly set him exploding inside of her as he let his mind wander over the millions of directions that his life could go now that there was love. Now that there was Hermione. His Hermione. He reached a long fingered hand between their bodies at the juncture of their connection and burrowed a finger till he found what he was looking for in her soft brown curls. There it was.

"Shit! Severus…yes! Please more….please yes!" she cried as the pad of his finger found her well lubricated button, the center of the his entire universe at the moment.

"Uhnnnn yessss Hermione," he ground out, his jaw clenched tight as he felt the familiar tightening sensation in his loins. He was not going to last much longer, but he wanted her pleasure to wash over him again, wanted to feel her juices sluicing over his thickness as he spilled himself inside of her. "Come for me my witch, my Hermione…..Gods….."he broke off has he felt her arch up against him, the first of her contractions encasing him so tight he thought he'd be pushed out of her pussy.

"Fuck! Gods Severus….so good, coming, coming, just coming….for you…only….fuckkkkkk" her eyes were wild and rolled back into her head as she thrashed her neck around , her hair whipping back and forth, stinging her cheeks. But she did not care. All she knew was the mind-bending pleasure of Severus' pulsing organ buried so deep inside of her, the feel of her own sex caressing him with her internal muscles, the blinding jolts of heat that rushed through her veins from her toes to her hair follicles. And then she knew her name on his lips as he cried out his own pleasure.

"Hermione….love…..oh yessssss Hermione!" His shout of her name was followed by a deep guttural growl that vibrated his whole body against hers as he thrust wildly and erratically as hard as he could up into her, his shoulders hunching as he pulled her ever closer, his breath ragged and raw in his throat, his black eyes, boring into her own chocolate brown ones as he emptied all he had into her, spurt after spurt of his seed coating her intimately, the excess dribbling out the sides and joining the puddle of their emissions on the papers strewn across his desk.

He shivered as he came down from his high, spots forming in front of his eyes as he reluctantly pulled his body out of her. "Oh my gods Severus." Hermione sighed as he slid down the desk, pulling her ravished body gently with him to rest her against him in his naked lap. They were both covered with sweat and their bodies slid together with ease, peaches and cream tan contrasting with pale alabaster.

"Do you know something Hermione…?"

"What is it love?" She whispered softly as she listened to his slowing heartbeat, her head pressed against his chest as she enjoyed the feel of his hands gently caressing her arms and back.

"I think this desk has just become one of my new favorite objects in my office," he smiled against her hair. Hermione chuckled lightly in response and he grinned even wider against his lover's birds nest of a coif.

"It is a rather…convenient height, isn't it?" she inquired, and she lifted her head to look mischievously into his amused gaze. "One might even go so far as to think you chose this desk for your office simply for that purpose…." Her eyes twinkled with mirth.

"Indeed? I shall never tell." He replied, his eyes shining,giving him away, his grin betraying him even more.

Dinner in the Great Hall was the usual affair. Candles hovered above the long, food covered tables. Children of various ages in various stages of dress-some in robes, some in casual attire, uniforms cast aside as soon a classes had dismissed for the day, sat chatting away over the many delectable delights cooked up by the faithful house elves. Harry and Ron were sitting in their usual spot, Ginny beside them as they enjoyed their dinner.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on with Hermione, or do I have to drag it out of you?" Ginny whispered quietly so that only Harry could hear. She had a distinct feeling that Harry knew more than he was letting on about Hermione's now numerous absences at meal times. She felt Harry sigh a little and then looked him in his eyes as he turned to her.

"Ginny, I don't really feel like it's my place to tell. Hermione made me swear to secrecy. I think she'll tell you about it when she's ready." Harry responded, his green eyes held honesty in them, tinged a little with regret that he could not give his girlfriend the information she wanted. Just then a shadow was cast over the couple and both turned to see what had blocked the light from their places at the table.

Draco Malfoy, still as much of a rat as he ever was since Lord Voldemort's demise, was standing over them, his pinched face full of disdain. After his family name had been all but cleared for the most part since the end of the war, Draco had not fared well. Since being found out as a supporter of Voldemort, his family name had been severely tarnished. This led to an overwhelming amount of backlash and unpopularity as a student, and he had not taken well to the changes his life had taken on. "Well well well," he drawled snidely as he brushed some nonexistent lint off of his already impossibly clean robes. "Seems the famed Golden Trio is missing one of its most prized members." He feigned looking around the Great Hall as if he were actually searching for the noticeably absent Hermione, though it was clear he already knew she wasn't present. "I wonder where the little mudblood slut's gotten off to?" Then he turned his head slightly, his slicked back blonde hair glinting in the low light of the hall. "Perhaps my equally absent godfather would know her whereabouts?" He smirked then, at Harry's reaction.

Harry took a deep breath and frowned at Malfoy, his behavior making Harry very nervous. What was he insinuating? "What are you playing at Malfoy?" He asked, his voice barely controlled while he felt anger boiling inside of his belly. "Why don't you just go back to your own table and stop poking your nose in where it doesn't belong?"

Draco's smirk grew and he laughed darkly. "And what about dear Hermione? Who's going to save her hide when she so boldy sticks her….nose where it doesn't belong?"

"Oi, you great git! Why don't you go choke on a pumpkin pasty?" Ron groused from his seat at the other side of the table from Harry and Ginny. "You're putting me off my food."

From his place at the staff table Dumbledore watched the exchange occur below him, just out of his reach. Oh dear…he thought. Trouble is brewing.

He watched the Malfoy boy stride away from the Gryffindor table, leaving an angry looking Harry, a confused looking Ron, and a suspicious looking Ginny Weasley behind.

Up in Gryffindor tower, the hallway was empty. No one was around to see Severus Snape lead Hermione up to the portrait of the Fat Lady the led to the common room. No one was there to witness the passionate embrace the two lovers shared as they bid each other good night. No one, that is, save for one Draco Malfoy who was disillusioned in a darkly shadowed alcove. As Hermione ascended the separate stairway to her private Head Girl's quarters, she felt a chill run through her whole body. Looking around her, she did not see anything amiss and continued to her rooms. That was odd, she thought.

Severus Snape saw a flicker of something out of the corner of his eye as he turned from the Fat Lady to make his way back to the dungeons. His eyebrows knit together in alarm and he quickly cast a predatory glance around the area. But nothing seemed amiss. He did not detect the presence of another human, although he felt a trickle of sweat make its way down the back of his collar into his robes. That was odd, he thought.

From his hiding place, Draco smiled, an evil expression on his face. I will finally have what's mine, he thought darkly, and with a laugh that could put Voldemort to shame, he moved on for the night.

TBC.

AN: Surprise! A lemon for you to enjoy. Hope it didn't get you too hot and bothered! What do you think? Are you surprised at the latest development? What could possibly be in store for Hermione and Severus? Trouble in paradise perhaps? Put me on author and story alert so that you don't miss the next update! And pretty please….REVIEW!

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