Obscuram per Obscurios

Summary: It was in the midst of the final battle scouting for Death Eaters, that Hermione came across Snape, left to die in the Shrieking Shack. Enraged and grief-stricken, she took on hell itself to save him. So what now? What could be scarier than Voldemort? For Hermione, loving the dark hero. Rated M for later hotness.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, their universe, or Matchbox 20, much to my disappointment.

A/N: Thanks be to those who have reviewed so far, I'm hoping to get a lot more in the future, and even better if my story [or me as an author] get put on the 'receive alerts' list, lol. Here it goes, the final chapter, and it was so much fun to create! Sorry it took so long to get here, but anticipation just heightens the pleasure, right? I've got another much longer one in the works that just needs an end, which I can hopefully come up with soon so I can type it up for loading.

Chapter Eleven

If you're gone- maybe it's time to come home

There's an awful lot of breathing room

But I can hardly breathe

Raising her arms, she went to twist them behind her and around his neck, but he was already nudging her forward, onto the bed. She flowed with the movement, ending up on her knees on the sheets. Severus pressed his hand to her lower back. Understanding the silent message, she went down onto her hands too. It was a starkly submissive position. However she was feeling anything but submissive. Using one hand to shift her hair to the side, she glanced back over her shoulder, wanting to tease him in the way a woman could tease a man in bed. "Oh God."

He was glowing. A visceral fear bloomed in her gut, born of eons-old instinct. Then, eyes hooded, he stroked a hand over her back and, with a breath, the fear changed into something more parallel to desire. 'Spread your thighs.' She resisted. A glance of savage, burning black. Smiling just enough to let him know she was teasing, she widened her stance the merest fraction. He responded by running a single finger across the seam of her pants, stroking right over the hottest, most hungry part of her. "Severus!"

'You wanted to play.' Still as dark, still as full of sexual intent… but holding an undertone of sensual amusement, as if daring her to deny her innermost thoughts. Shuddering under the intimacy of the caress, she blew out a breath. "Yes I did." She went to flip over onto her back, but he read the tension in her muscles faster than she could blink, holding her in place with a single hand on her hip. "No fair," she murmured, dropping her head. "I'm not as strong." 'Who said anything about playing fair?'

She laughed, feeling as if her skin was stretching to accommodate the sexual energy within. His presence in her mind became an impossibly more sensual aura as his fingers pushed forward. "I could sense your dampness. I'll lick you here." The stark statement of intent spoken aloud had fire burning across her cheeks. "Such heat under your skin," he murmured, hands all over her. The mouthwateringly masculine strength of his body behind hers, the way he touched her like he had all the time in the world to torment her, as if there were no impatience in him, drove her mad.

He widened her stance even more. This time she didn't resist, even in play, wanting to entice him to go faster. "Severus." "I love the sound of my name on your lips." When he cupped her, it was all she could do to suck in a few gasping breaths. The sheets blurred in front of her eyes as he parted her. "Hurry." It was a whisper. But he heard. 'No.' Her flesh dampened even more for him, a rush of liquid flowing to the juncture of her thighs. She went to squeeze them instinctively tight, but he stopped her with one knee on the bed, his leg pushing against her thigh.

She felt the bed dip as he shifted fully onto it, mirroring her position- except he kept that thigh between hers, his left hand palm down beside hers while his right reached to mold her breasts. It was as if the knowledge of carnal pleasure was imprinted on her very muscles. And the sensation… "It's too much," she whimpered, trying to pull away. He held her in place. "You'll get used to it." Frustrated and needy, she rubbed against the ridge of his arousal. He pinched her nipple just enough to spark a wildfire inside her. Crying out, she bucked against him. When that didn't work, she followed instinct and dropped to her front, twisting over and onto her back before he could stop her.

Legs tangled with his, she looked up at the spy who had possessiveness burning in his gaze. "Enough," she whispered. He shifted to free her legs, but shook his head, his entire frame white-hot. "No." he dazzled, overwhelming her senses. But she couldn't, wouldn't, close her eyes, fascinated by his unearthly beauty. Dangerous, he was so very dangerous. But he was hers. Raising her hands, she pressed them against his chest. An unadultered adrenaline rush. His eyes met hers, the whites eclipsed by the black. She should've been afraid, but she was too much in need to feel anything close to fear.

"Severus." It was a plea and a demand in one, her body moving in sinuous welcome. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers at last, kissing her with a slow, almost primal intensity that had her stroking her hands up to his shoulders, trying to pull him down. But he continued to hold himself above her, closing his teeth over her lip when she insisted. The contained power behind that steely frame was magnificent, a storm she could taste in the intensity of his kiss. Need twisted inside her, a clawing, voracious hunger.

Gripping his shoulders, she threw her leg over his… and moved one hand in a slow glide down his back. The power of him blazed so bright, she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. His lips met hers again a moment later and this time, there was nothing contained about him. The wizard had well and truly let go of the reins. His body came over hers, his erection pressing demandingly into her abdomen. She twisted, trying to get him between her thighs. But Severus had other ideas. Tearing his lips from hers, he pinned her down and began to kiss his way down her body. Her heart stilled, then restarted at frenetic speed. 'I promised to lick you there.' They were so bound thoughts were the same as words.

"No!" She squealed, trying again to get away from a pleasure she knew would smash through her, a thousand glittering shards. 'You'll get used to it.' She had a mental picture of the smirk he attached to the projected words as he repeated himself. Reaching out, she tried to hold him to her, but his hair slid of her hands like black water, silky and cool across her flesh. She gripped the sheets, dug her heels into the bed. But nothing could have prepared her for the way he tasted her, his hands keeping her spread for his delectation.

It was agony and ecstasy, liquid lightning contained within a body that seemed suddenly too small, too fragile, for what it was being asked to bear. As if he knew he'd pushed her too far, Severus rose to press a kiss to her navel. 'Mine.' Heart catching at the affection laced with the sexual heat, she reached down to run her fingers across his lips. There was no smile- the force of the emotions between them was too strong, too much to allow for laughter now- but he didn't halt her explorations. When his hand moved against her hip, she shivered.

Then those lips were on her, firm, determined, unrelenting in their demands. 'Mine. You are mine.' His kiss was as earthy as his words, full of masculine possession and a wild, inexorable hunger. Pleasure filled her body, rose through her veins, suffused her pores as he caressed her on every level, as he pushed her to *feel* as she'd never before felt, as he took her over. The peak was a slow climb, a shattering descent. Color exploded in a wild wave but she didn't break, floating with the tide to come home in Severus's arms.

He held her as her heart slowed, her skin sheened with a fine layer of perspiration. The primal heart of him, the part that urged him to possess her to the core, purred in silent satisfaction. She was his, would never be anyone else's. Stroking his hand down her body, he savored the jagged rise and fall of her chest, the low moans that caught in her throat as she reacted to his touch. When her hand rose to cup his cheek, he rubbed against her palm, his fingers tracing the passion-flushed curve of her mouth. Heavy-lidded eyes looked up at him, glowing softly with desire. "I think you've done me in, professor." "I've only just begun, witch."

Her words dried in her throat as he stripped away what remained of his clothing, wanting not even the slightest scrap between his flesh and her touch. Hermione's breath whooshed out of her. The full impact of him was… indescribable. Licking her lips, she curved her fingers around him, pumping, aware of his hand going to her hair again, of him wrapping the strands around his fist. "Enough teasing." A gentle nudge. Her skin went hot again, tight at the rough sexual tone of his demand, but she sent him a teasing smile, sending a whisper of air across his member. "Always giving orders."

"Hermione." Hearing the edge in that, suddenly violently aware of how long he had waited for her- and it was still a kick to the heart, that she was so clearly loved by him- she dipped her head further and ran her tongue over the vein that pulsed along the thick line of his arousal. He made an inarticulate sound of mingled pain and pleasure, his hand tugging slightly at her hair. Unable to resist now that she'd had a taste of him, her thighs clenching, retraced her journey and took him into her mouth. "Hermione!" She couldn't take all of him. He was too big, too thick.

'But I'll have decades to refine my technique.' The sensual thought blazed out on an inferno of need as she loved her ex-spy, licking and tasting and sucking. Brilliant white fire against her skin and she knew he was glowing, this lethal being she dared tease in the most intimate of ways. His response when it came, was starkly sensuous. 'Your mouth—' even his mental voice like sandpaper in her mind '-is a little piece of heaven and hell.'

Moaning low in her throat, she stroked up, swirled her tongue around the head before sliding her mouth back down the enticement that was his body. She loved the taste of him, the contrast of silk and steel, the way he murmured hot little promises of retribution. Under her hands, his muscles grew granite-hard, his skin sheened with heat. "Enough Hermione." A command. She let him feel her teeth. A crash of waves inside her mind, a wild storm. 'I am tying you to the bed next time,' he projected with no trace of civilized male left in him now.

Knowing he was close to the edge that another caress would tip him over, Severus stroked his hand down the sensitive arch of Hermione's back, sliding out of the sweet, hot prison of her mouth while she was distracted by the shock of sensation. But though her eyes glittered with the fever of their combined hunger, she didn't give in. lifting a single taunting finger, she sucked it between the kiss-swollen beauty of her lips. That was all the encouragement the voracious hunger inside him needed. Spreading through his veins, it took him over, a rippling black fire.

He returned to the bed in a dark wave of heat, flipping her back onto her front, pulling her legs up and spreading them wide. It was the rawest, most primitive way to possess a woman, but his witch pushed up on her elbows, gave him a challenging look, and said, "I'm waiting." He slid into her in a single hard thrust. Her scream echoed off the walls, but it was a scream that held equal parts demand and need.

Gripping her hips tight, he pulled out almost fully, then slammed back in. There was no mercy in him any longer, but Hermione didn't ask it from him, didn't want it. They quickly rose to the peak again together, and joyously jumped off it. And after the shockwaves slowly died down, he claimed her lips possessively, passionately, 'Forever,' in her head. 'I love you.' How she ever live without this, without him? She smoothed his sweat-dampened brow with her hand, thinking he never looked as beautiful as he did now. "I love you."

If you're gone- Hell, baby you need to come home

There's a little bit of something me

In everything in you

Everything in….. you.

-The End-

A/N: Ta da! What do you all think, worth the wait? This was my first HGSS longer than 2 pages and it took forever to type and post. So reviews definitely appreciated!