A/N: Those of you concerned about the math, all in good time, my cherubs. All in good time. This is Hermione. You know she's going to ask and Severus will provide the answer... just... not in this chapter *winks* Many thanks to all of you for reading and reviewing. I'm so thrilled by the amount of response to this story. I was NOT expecting that you'd all like it quite so much. I am humbled and awed by you love.

Much love! xx-Kitten.

Bewitch, Ensnare

By Kittenshift17

Chapter Thirteen

Hermione felt a sob catch in her throat and without thinking she reached for him, leaning forward until she could capture his lips with her own. She kissed him hotly, overcome with emotion at the tale he'd weaved and caught by the fierce and desperate hope that it could be true. He kissed her back hungrily, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened to him and Hermione moaned softly when his hands slid all the way up her thighs, under the hem of her housecoat and gripped her hips tightly.

She uncrossed her legs in time to have him lift her right into his lap without breaking their fierce snog. She straddled him as he leaned back in his chair, pulling her with him. Hermione tangled her fingers in his inky hair, butterflies rioting in her stomach to be kissing him once more. His hands guided her hips, rolling them and Hermione found herself rocking against the hot, hard bulge she could feel tenting to front of his trousers.

He swallowed the soft moan that escaped her at the friction and Hermione revelled in the feel of his tongue against hers; his lips so soft and warm; his hands tight but delicious upon her skin. Godric, she'd waited what felt like forever to touch him again. When he broke away from her lips to trail a burning line of kisses down her neck, Hermione let her head drop back, starbursts of colour exploding behind her closed eyelids.

She cried out when he pried her loose-fitting housecoat open, revealing her peddled nipples to the cool air. Hermione hissed between her teeth when he pinched both between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them in time to the roll of her hips against his erection while he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her chest between her breasts. The sensation sent bolts of electricity right to her clit and Hermione almost sobbed with need as he tormented her body.

His warm lips engulfing her right nipple almost brought her undone and Hermione did sob, lowering her face to his hair and pressing a kiss to the top of his head when he worked her sensitive nipple against the ribbed roof of his mouth. Morgana's crows, she was going to leave a wet spot on his trousers. He held her steady as he strummed her body like a talented minstrel and Hermione huffed out another soft cry when the attention threw her abruptly off the edge and into orgasm.

His dark chuckle was positively wicked when he licked her left nipple as he released it from his mouth.

"Gods, I need you," Hermione whispered against his hair, her hand fumbling for his trousers, trying to get them undone.

He didn't reply but to hold her steady when she lifted up enough to undo his fly, one hand tight upon her ribs. The other speared through the tingling ache at her sopping centre and Hermione almost squealed when he pressed his thumb to her clit, working it in gentle circles, making her hurry faster to free him.

"I'm gonna…" she warned tightly, her eyes clenched closed against the sensation that threatened to throw her over the edge again. Her nipples and her clit had always been extra sensitive, but the feel of this man that she loved so very much was going to drive her mad.

"Please do," Severus smirked when Hermione met his gaze.

She fumbled as she pulled his trousers open, surprised to find him commando underneath. Delving her hand inside, Hermione smirked at the soft grunt he emitted when she wrapped her hands hotly around his cock. The last time she'd done this, her mind had been fuzzy with the alcohol and the high of finally touching him. This time, Hermione went slow, learning the feel of the silken steel under her fingers, learning the length and girth of him; committing it all to memory so that she might never forget.

It never crossed her mind that this might be a bad idea. When he slipped two fingers into her tight pussy, she forgot to consider how, or even if, she would survive should he berate her and leave again when this was over. She didn't think about how he'd broken her heart last time, or about how awkward things might be if she shagged him again now when they had two small boys to raise, neither of them their own.

He beckoned with his fingers deep inside her, finding her sweet spot with apparent ease even as Hermione pumped her fist up and down, gripping his tightly. She hadn't done this very often but she'd read enough to know what she should be doing. Her head dropped back once more when he laved her nipples, kissing his way across her chest and plying them both with kisses, licks and little nips that drove her mad.

Hermione cried out breathily when the sensations pushed her over the edge again, his fingers and his mouth bringing her undone with ease. Her back arched when he slipped his fingers from her tight sheath, bringing the slick digits to his mouth and suckling them clean with a groan. His breathing was hitched from her administrations and Hermione protested when he tried to pull her hand from his cock, before realising his intent.

Guiding her over him carefully, Severus Snape gripped his cock and slowly impaled the curly haired witch upon it. He sank deep inside of her slowly, feeling like there was nowhere else he ever wanted to be but right there inside his witch as he should've been for the past twenty-five years. She hummed when she was fully impaled upon him, a little smile of delight painted across her mouth before she lowered it to his.

Severus kissed her eagerly, pleased when she didn't recoil at the taste of herself upon his tongue. She lifted herself slowly when his hands upon her hips urged her back up the length of his cock and she moaned with pleasure when she sank down once more. Merlin, she was magnificent, hers curl drying in a wild tangle after her shower and her emotional upheaval, her skin flushed from their exertions.

Severus watched her work into a rolling, rocking rhythm upon him, guiding her until she did it on her own. When he could take his hands from her hips he peeled her free of her housecoat, leaving her naked to his gaze. She met his eyes when he bucked beneath her, those chocolate pools hooded and dark with desire as she rode him, slow and easy.

Hermione tangled her fingers into his dark locks once more, leaning down to capture his lips and Severus bucked beneath her again. She snogged him hotly, riding him faster as he bucked harder and she suspected he must be getting close. She wanted to bring him undone. Rocking faster, she nibbled his lip while her fingers went to town on the many buttons of his robes.

It was hardly fair that she was naked while he was all but fully dressed. She drew a hiss from him when she clenched tightly around him, starbursts exploding behind her eyes once more when she managed to work all the buttons free until his robes hung open, revealing his scarred chest to her gaze. A faint smattering of black hairs dusted his chest and Hermione smiled against his lips when she smoothed her hands over the expanse of flesh hungrily. His breath hitched when she brushed his nipples and Hermine clenched even tighter.

"Fuck!" he breathed, pulling away from her lips to kiss her neck again.

Hermione squealed in surprise when he shifted beneath her, his hands scooping under her arse and holding her to him while he lifted and flipped them both. She found herself on the floor of her living room with Severus Snape cradled between her thighs, his cock buried deep inside her. Hermione arched under him as he set a driving pace, his hips snapping hard enough their flesh slapped together. Hermione's moans grew more frequent, her breath coming in short gasps as he ravished her. She dug her heels into his arse, driving him deeper still and he cursed against her neck, giving her a love bite.

"Severus… I'm… I'm gonna… Sev…" Hermione whined, panic setting in as the new angle and faster pace rushed her toward bliss once more.

"You like that, Hermione?" he purred into her ear as he fucked her. Hermione shivered at the feel of his hot breath against her skin, that seductive voice filling her head.

"Yes," she moaned.

"You want it?" he asked, his voice coming a little harsh as he fucked her harder.

"Yes. God, yes," she cried, clinging to him, clenching as she wound tighter.

"Come for me, witch," he commanded in a low purr. Hermione's eyes screwed closed at the words and the feel of him deep inside her drove her over the edge.

A soft, breathy cry erupted from deep within her when everything snapped free, her tightly wound body letting go with a shuddering, spasming jerk. Snape groaned softly at the feel of her body milking his and Hermione moaned when he bit down lightly upon her neck as he thrust erratically a few time before burying himself to the hilt as warmth splashed deep inside her.

She was panting and tired when he collapsed on top of her, his weight wanted and familiar and utterly delicious to her buzzing form. Neither of them spoke as they caught their breath, both spent. When he lifted himself slowly a short time later, Hermione found she'd worked her hands under his robes to trace patterns upon the bare skin of his back.

"Are you alright?" he asked huskily, peering into her face when Hermione blinked sleepy eyes open to look at him. A soft smile curled across her face.

"I'm perfect," she hummed blissfully.

He snorted at her words and her obvious contentment.

"I'll be the judge of that, witch," he replied. "Am I too heavy?"

"No," Hermione whispered. "You're not going to… yell at me and storm out, are you?"

He blinked at her for a moment.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, frowning slightly.

"No… I… might cry if you do that again, Severus."

He nodded, lifting himself off her completely and rolling to the side until he laid on his back beside her. He reached for her, pulling her to him snugly. Hermione burrowed into his side, cushioning her head upon his shoulder. He didn't say anything as they laid there.

"You… why did you leave last time?" she asked as the fog began to ebb and she could think clearly again. "If you knew I was the same witch you'd… why would you berate me for giving my virginity to you and then leave?"

He tipped his head to look at her carefully.

"I didn't expect you'd still be a virgin," he said. "I… knowing that even after nineteen years pining for the witch I'd lost, thinking she was in love with someone else, thinking she'd have shagged someone before the wretched bastard who'd been her worst teacher, it was a shock to find you'd waited for me."

"I was de-aged?" she asked.

He nodded. "You were sixteen one minute, sneaking off with me in abandoned classrooms and snogging me stupid; the next you were a toddler again and you didn't know who I was. Do you remember what you said to me when I called you a fool and told you that you'd regret shagging me?"

Hermione frowned, trying to recall her words.

"I said that 'they say you don't forget your first love'," she whispered.

His lips twisted into an expression of pain.

"Except that you did," he said sadly, his eyes lifting to stare at the ceiling. "I reacted so poorly because you did forget. A few months before you were De-Aged you told me you loved me. And then you were De-Aged and you forgot that you'd ever even met me, let alone that you loved me."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears at the pain in his voice, realising he was revealing more of himself to her than he'd probably ever done with anyone.

"When you said that, I realised what I'd done and I couldn't bear it. I was sure you'd sober up and hate yourself for shagging your teacher. That you'd hate me and say I'd taken advantage of you because you couldn't possibly have feelings for the wretched bastard you'd forgotten the first time."

Hermione turned in his hold, snuggling into him closer and wrapping her arms around him.

"I didn't forget," she whispered. "Not entirely. I mean, yes, in the most basic sense I had no idea who you were after what happened, but I never forgot you, Severus. The very first time I laid eyes on you in the Great Hall while I waited to be sorted, I couldn't look away. Every lesson, every time you gave me and my friends detention, even when you were horrid to me… I was intrigued. I went out of my way to try and please you with my essays because I didn't know any other way. When that didn't work, I found that I could get your attention of by defying you. I'd help Neville even when you told me not to. I'd sit at the front of the class and craft potions to the best of my ability on the off chance that you'd give me one of those sneering glares when you couldn't find anything to berate me for and didn't dare praise me.

"I used to stare at you all the time. I always made sure to sit at the Gryffndor table in a way that meant I'd be able to watch you without being caught. I… honestly by about fifth year I had some pretty inappropriate fantasies featuring you."

"Oh?" he asked, tilting his head to meet her gaze once more.

"I'm enamoured with your voice," Hermione whispered, blushing as she bravely admitted it. "When I was younger I'd imagine you reading my favourite books to me out loud. The older I got, the more I imagined you saying…. Other things. Do you recall the way, when you were angry with me for helping Neville in class, you'd creep up behind me at my cauldron and whisper threats in my ear of what you'd do if I didn't stop?"

He nodded, his lips quirking into a smirk at the memory.

"By fifth year I used to do it on purpose just to get you to do that," she said. "Only instead of threatening me with loss of house points, a failing grade or detention, I used to imagine you threatening to punish me in less appropriate ways."

"Such as?" he smirked, raising that eyebrow of his condescendingly.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you now, am I? Don't need to make a complete fool of myself."

"You realise I can pluck the answers from inside your head, yes?" he asked archly.

"You wouldn't dare."

Hermione found herself suddenly on her back once more with Snape on top of her, peering into her eyes hungrily.

"Wouldn't I, Miss Granger?" he challenged wickedly.

In spite of herself, Hermione smiled.

"I… do you recall the time in fifth year when I was brewing Elixir of Euphoria and you threatened to force me to drink Neville's potion if I didn't stop helping him?" she asked.

Severus nodded.

"You said, 'yes, please'," he murmured, searching her eyes.

"I barely heard the real threat," Hermione said, her cheeks pink. "I… might've… erm… well, I imagined that you'd threatened to haul me into your office and spank me for my disobedience."

He looked shocked for one long moment before a wicked smirk crossed his face.

"My favourite goody-two-shoes wanted to play naughty schoolgirl?" he teased and Hermione blushed crimson.

"Don't tease me," she admonished. "I'm trying to make a point. You threw a tantrum after deflowering me because you thought I'd forgotten my first love. I'm attempting to illustrate that I most certainly didn't."

"You had a crush on me as your Professor?" he grinned.

Hermione nodded.

"It's honestly just as well that I left before seventh year, to be honest. I'd have been eighteen by then and I'm relatively certain that I'd have done something terrible to land myself in trouble with you enough that you'd be alone with me. I wouldn't have been above jumping you."

"You thought I was a Death Eater who'd murdered Dumbledore," he argued.

"I did," she agreed. "And I was angry about it, but I still wanted to shag you."

"Don't lie," he narrowed his eyes on her.

"I'm not lying," Hermione whispered, meeting his gaze. "Even believing those things about you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I spent months on the run dreaming about luring you away from Voldemort. When I heard you'd been installed as Headmaster, those naughty schoolgirl fantasies took a rather dark turn toward being carnally punished bent over the headmaster's desk or being concealed under it doing inappropriate things to you while you conducted meetings with the staff and even other students."

"You fantasized about sucking my cock while I told off your band of troublesome friends terrorising my school while I was trying to keep them safe?" he smirked.

Hermione blushed, but nodded her head.

"The point I'm making, before we devolve to utterly lewd notions," Hermione said, reaching for her dignity. "Is that you're a complete git for panicking when you should have figured out that I was madly in love with you by the time I gave you my virginity."

"I distinctly recall you informing me that becoming a war-hero had not changed my appearance to make me desirable enough to lure the slobbering masses aboard my cock unless they wanted my money or my fame," Snape argued with her and Hermione began to laugh.

"And I meant it," she shrugged. "You know as well as I do that they only wanted to be able to say they'd fucked the man who hoodwinked the Dark Lord. I may have been possessive enough to say whatever would convince you to ignore the other horny swots so you'd shag me instead. The point I was making was that they'd needed you to win a war and be famous and rich before they wanted you. I, on the other hand, wanted you even when I thought you were a traitor and a murderer."

Hermione huffed in surprised when he leaned down and snogged her hard for several long minutes.

"If you try and argue that you also found me handsome before then, your spanking fantasy might become a reality, Miss Granger."

"You can't keep calling me that if you're snogging me, Snape," Hermione protested. "Especially not now that you look the same age as me. But for the record, I did used to find you striking. I don't know that I'd have said handsome when you spent all of your time sneering hatefully. But I did like looking at you. I still do."

She reached to brush his long black hair back behind his ear before tracing the shape of his sharp jaw.

"I've always liked your eyes," she went on when he stayed quiet, eyeing her doubtfully. "They're mesmerizing. I could stare into them all day if you'd let me. The colour lures me in like a deep pool I want to explore. I used to love watching you, just to watch expressions take shape on your face, trying to guess at your feelings about things when you'd use that blank expression to hide your emotions. I love watching when you arch that confounded eyebrow so condescendingly. And your lips…"

She paused to trace the shape of them carefully.

"I used to spend hours and hours imagining the things you might say to me with these lips. I spent even longer imagining the way they'd feel against mine."

"You are a very peculiar witch, Hermione Granger," he told her.

Hermione smiled softly, reaching for her courage as she met his gaze once more, butterflies in her stomach and her heart in her throat.

"Can I be your peculiar witch, Severus?"