What the Mirror Saw: Hermione's Story by Bandgeek252

AN: Another Lemon scene... same rules apply! The next chapter is up if you wish to skip.

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Chapter 12- Lemons Part II

Did I hear her right? "I love you and the world be damned!"? Really? Oh Gods, Hermione do that again with your hands.

Hermione as if she knew what he was thinking kept her hands roaming across his chest as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Last time they had been bent on passion and need. Tonight she wanted him slow. Longed to explore every inch of his tall lank body before giving into her carnal desires. To the man she loved she wanted to taste him thoroughly as her lips gently trickled down his chest. She could feel his heart pound with anticipation. He must be loving this.

Oh indeed, the potions professor was thoroughly enjoying her ministrations. Her nails raked him neck to navel with her lips following after them causing the man to shiver with desire. He pulled off her jumper noticing her honey brown eyes were a touch darker with unbridled desire. She wanted him, needed him, and as he had to remind himself, loved him.

"You are," he said in between kisses starting from her neck to her lips, "amazing."

"Really?" she said after a loud moan.

"Indeed." he brushed her cheek with a single finger taking in her loving smile and smoldering eyes. "Never has someone other than my mother told me they loved me. A truly rare gift you give me Hermione. Are you certain?" He unbuttoned her blouse painfully slow waiting for her answer. The young woman took a moment not out of hesitancy, but out of the need to be certain. Searching her heart for the last bit of doubt of her new found feelings, she remembered George's words. Anything for one more day! Looking into his black abyss eyes she saw affection and love, but also a touch of worry and hurt. This man's heart is not to be trifled with. So I won't!

"Severus," she began cupping his face in her hands forcing him to look her in the eye, "I thought I loved Ron." she took a moment to gather her thoughts as Severus' heart sank slightly.

"But our transition to lovers from friends never quite made it. It took a while to see that while I do love Ron, it's not the way a woman loves a man. Your friendship has meant so much to me since the summer. I was so blind by ambition and empty without someone intellectually challenging me, I lost sight of love. I should have seen it sooner. I wanted to say 'I love you' during the holidays, but I paused. I wanted to make sure I meant it! And I do. I paused then because I was afraid of what it would all mean, but now I know that when you feel it, you should say it. So I'm saying it here and now, I love you."

Severus felt a stinging sensation burn behind his eyes when he realized that he was going to start crying. "And the world be damned?" he questioned.

Hermione laughed, "Yes you acerbic man! The world be damned." she leaned forward running her fingers through his soil rich colored hair right to his scalp.

"I love you Hermione. I have for a very long time." he whispered as he took her to his lips and with his tongue caressed her own. Hermione groaned lost in his pursuits that she forgot about the 'very long time' that confused her.

His hands pulled off her blouse revealing her firm modestly sized breasts. It was adorable how the young woman blushed at being looked at by him. His eyes raked over her porcelain skin still youthful and glowing. The last time he had been so caught off guard by her approach that he hadn't taken the time to really drink her in, but this time he was going to take his sweet time.

His hands roamed starting at her shoulders and began to work down her arms till he reached her left arm when he noticed.

"What happened?" he asked in a whisper. Hermione flinched pulling her arm back. That damn scar still hadn't faded. The stupid bitch's knife marks would be there forever, she figured.

"When we were caught... last spring, Bellatrix did this to me. Took a bloody knife to me and carved out 'mudblood'." her words were harsh. If she could bring Bellatrix back to life only to kill her again, she wouldn't complain. She wouldn't cry. It made her more angry than anything anymore.

"Don't." he caressed her marked arm. "I have scars too. More than you do. They are reminders of what you've lived through. A testament to your strength and bravery." pulling up her arm and gently kissing her wrist, working his way up her arm. The sensations were so strong they could have taken her away if she let them. Never had she realized how sensitive her wrists were as shivers delightfully crawled up her arms.

His words and tender touches lit a fire in her veins and made her heart beat wildly. Who knew that those simple whispered words and delicate caress could reach within her and touch her soul. She looked up at him, her eyes brightly lit with tears threatening to spill over. Severus was taken aback by what he saw. Ever since the mirror he had loved her eyes, dreamed about her eyes. Whenever during his days as Headmaster that the Carrows or Minerva were giving him undeniable hell, he would dream about her eyes. Yet these honey brown eyes that looked up at him were so full of love, admiration, and trust.

"Let me make love to you Hermione. Let me love your entire body." he said in a husky voice leaning into her hair. The timber in his voice was undeniably sexy. Hermione closed her eyes taking it all in.

"On one condition," Hermione spoke up coming out of her lust filled fog.

"Oh, you're making conditions now." he teased with a raise of his eyebrow. Make your condition witch, at this point I'd give you the world if you asked for it.

"Let me caress and love your scars too." she said in a low seductive voice. Severus stiffened as her voice washed over him. Then a panic set in. Why would she want to see them? She has only a few battle wounds, while I have years of double agent service permanently marked upon my torso alone. "Please Severus... let me love you as well." she said as she circled around him laying a line of kisses in her wake.

"Hermione," his voice was quivering with desire.

"Yes, Severus?" she asked with a mischievous glimmer of her eyes and wolfish grin that made her irresistible.

"Understand this witch," he took her in his arms roughly. Hermione, wolfish grin gone, was shocked at his display, but trusting this man with her life, she waited to see where he was taking this. "I don't take women into my life lightly. When you say 'you're mine' that means you're only mine. No other man will touch you while you are mine."

The weight of his words struck her. Now Hermione considered herself a monogamous person and the idea on straying never entered her thoughts, but something about his words took her by surprise.

"I'm not something you own, Severus," her temper started to rise.

Without letting her go, "Not a possession Hermione, but taken... just as I am yours, you are mine."

He paused allowing her time to ponder his words. Living lies for years had turned Severus into a man of honesty. He didn't want her to suddenly think that he was into what modern wizards called an 'open relationship'. If Hermione truly understood his feelings toward Lily then she had to know that he wasn't a man to enter a relationship lightly. When he laid his claim it was for keeps. Flings were the whores he found down Knockturn alley, not beautiful intelligent, passionate women who look at him with love in their eyes.

Hermione felt a heavy weight hit the bottom of her heart. She looked at her feet covering chest to keep from the cold. He is a possessive man, remember that! Never shares his books, it's a good sign he won't share his women, but he takes care of his books. And as for women... he loved Lily for three whole decades! Everything he did for the Order, every pain or torture he endured he did it for her. Just think of what he'd do for a living breathing woman? I just hope he can learn what to do. Loving a live woman is much different than loving a dead one. No offense Lily. She thought feeling slightly guilty for insulting the dead.

"I understand and I don't question your intentions, but there is something that concerns me." she said in a quiet voice. She really didn't want to bring this up now, but if he was being honest then she owed him that much in return.

Gently he brushed her hair out of her face, his eyes softening, "My insufferable know-it-all has a question, color me surprised." he teased in a gentle silken voice. Hermione couldn't help but blush at the endearment. The way he said it now was so much more tender than years ago. It was a sign in the right direction.

"You loved Lily for years," she paused.

"Yes that is true."

"It shows how committed you can be to the one you love, I admire that." She paused taking a breath, "The concern I have is that loving Lily is going to be very different than loving me."

It dawned on him. "You're concerned I don't know how to love a living person after loving a dead one for so long. Isn't that right?" he said without an inch of malice.

She simply nodded her head.

"A few things about that. One I loved Lily when she was alive too. So I do know something about loving the living." To this Hermione squeaked out of embarrassment. She hadn't meant to insult the man.

"I'm sorry Severus. I didn't mean it like that." she started to apologize further, but the man just held up his hand asking for silence.

"I know you didn't, but I'm not an entirely pleasant or loving man, to everyday appearances, and I will admit that there is a significant difference between the two. So argument number two," he said leaning a bit closer and kissing her on the forehead, "I can learn. You must agree that I'm a fairly intelligent man." To this she nodded. "and my years as spy has earned me the ability to learn from my surroundings rather quickly," to this she again nodded. "Then you can conclude that I will do everything in my power to love you to the best of my ability and learn to do better."

Hermione heart felt it could expand no wider. She embraced the man happily accepting his arguments and his heart.

"Just don't expect me to go out boating with you and read poncy poetry. There are aspects to my wicked personality that cannot be moved by heaven or earth." She silenced him with her finger.

"I love you Severus Snape, snark and all."

"So you accept?"

"With all my heart" she breathed as his lips crashed onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up carrying her to the bedroom. It was time to celebrate. Celebrate living!

His hands began to roam slowly brushing his fingers from her neck to her waist.

"You have too many clothes on for this, Miss Granger." his voice liquid silk.

"I don't suppose there is anything you can do about it, Professor?"

With a wolfish grin, "I think I have something in mind." Waving his hand he vanished her bottoms, knickers and all.

"Hey! I actually liked those pants and knickers!" she cried indignantly.

With her clothes gone he moved his dexterous fingers down her smooth flat belly to the soft curls that longed to be touched. "I'll buy you another pair. Let me love you Hermione. We'll worry about clothing afterward," he said with cheeky grin. The woman would have been thoroughly frustrated if it weren't for the delicious ministrations that man had been doing. Fingers, incredibly long fingers, roaming through her lower curls lightly brushing against her clit with the patience of a monk.

He's going to kill him at this rate! Oh Severus, you horrible insufferable tease! She thought, her heart pounding into her ears as his nose replaced his fingers.

A warm chuckle could be heard from down below, "I know you are new to sex, Hermione, but has a man ever done this with you before? Made you orgasm while licking, sucking, drinking in your juices?"

She shook her head. "No, and if you don't start doing something..." she threatened lightly, her breathing heavy with anticipation. "You're killing me, Severus." she moaned as he brushed another finger into wet folds. "Please Severus, suck me, fuck me... I don't care. Please do something!"

"Then this should be a real treat." he gave her one last long kiss, "As you wish." he leaned back down and proceeded to give the lady what she desired.

Hermione felt pleasure she never dreamed before. All the books and songs she had heard where she thought sex was highly exaggerated, lies! It was better! White hot desire coursed through her. Desperately trying to catch her breath, she felt like she had run a marathon without so much as getting off the bed.

Who knew what a man could do with his tongue? Gods, she felt faint. I could die and go to Heaven this instant! As the waves of her orgasm over took her.

"SEVERUS." she cried clinging to his hair.

His wolfish grin returned thoroughly satisfied. "Did you enjoy that, my dear?" he purred.

"You keep that up and you can have for the rest of your life." she cried showering him with kisses.

"Would you like to try?" he asked.

"Oral sex?" she asked hesitantly. He nodded. "I've never done it before" and after a moment's pause, "I'd like to try." Desire flashed through his eyes as he leaned into her ear.

"I'll show you how to suck me... just right." his silken voice caused her groin to heat up again. "Take your hand and touch me. Familiarize yourself with me."

Her small hands caressed his length. "Grip it a little harder." he hissed passionately. She did causing the man to groan. For the first time, Hermione felt powerful. In her tiny hands that studied and experimented with potions all day, she was able to make this man, her man, groan with pleasure. And the more she moved his length, the more excited she felt.

"Give it a lick," he breathed. Hesitantly she stuck out her tongue and carefully licked the length of his shaft. Unsure until she heard him hiss, "Take it in your mouth, be careful of your teeth." The need in his heady breaths quickened Hermione's pulse. Opening her mouth she gently started to suck on the tip of his length. She tried to go down farther, taking more of it in her mouth when she felt like she might choke. I had no idea he was that huge. Having no penis to compare it to, I thought that was just normal, but I'm sure other women can get a prick in their mouth. I want to do this for him, just keep breathing. She told herself as she took deep breaths and took him farther into her mouth.

"Yesss, just like that. Gods witch, you keep going." he groaned with pleasure. She moaned at how his pleasure was turning her on. "Use your tongue." he commanded gently. She let her tongue roll around his length up to the tip.

"Alright, stop." he commanded loudly.

"Why was I doing something wrong?" she asked fearful that he'd say yes.

"Merlin no, Hermione. I just want to finish... in you." he pulled her into his arms. "You did wonderfully!" he breathed into her hair. Gently he laid her on her back grazing over her breasts causing her nipples to become erect. Hermione shivered with delight.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Ready?" she looked at him confused.

"You will be mine after this... no man will touch you the way I do. So again I ask are you ready?" he searched her eyes for even a shadow of a doubt. There was none. Only loving tenderness and passion.

"Yes," she breathed as he thrusted into her. This was a thousands times better than the last. His entrance had her in pain and then pleasure, but this... this time it was pure undiluted pleasure as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. His hands were everywhere. His thrust deep and hard caused Hermione to cry out in pleasure more than once.

"Say you're mine, Hermione!" he said between breathes.

"I'm," she took a gulp of air, "yours!" she cried out.

He slowed for only a moment, "As you are mine, I am yours."

He could feel his orgasm building, but he wanted to ensure his lady got there first so he rolled his hips as pleasure beyond measure crashed on her face. Feeling her walls clamp down on him, he let out a roar of satisfaction that he was sure could be heard from the halls.

Hermione felt warm, safe, loved, thoroughly sated by the man laying next to her. "It's interesting." she said.

"Oh, what is my dear?"

"You seem to have a fascination with Gryffindors despite all your annoyance towards them." she said with a cheeky grin.

He let out a satisfied sigh, "I'm attracted to two Gryffindors... that is all."

"Shower?" she asked.

"Love one." he replied.

TBC

Another Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed it! A little out of character, but I wanted it unbelievably romantic, no? Emphasis on unbelievable. Must confess I prefer to read smuty scenes rather than write them... not as hot. Guess I just need practice ^^

Mangowire: I am glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for your compliment. I swear I was blushing when I read it!

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