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Chapter 25: Part two, New Year's Morning.

Hermione woke an hour later and saw the potion by the bed. She took it, and drank down the glass of water he'd left her as well. After just a few minutes her head stopped spinning, and her mind cleared. She looked around the bedroom as she recalled what she had just done and smiled. She knew it was true that she likely would not have tried to seduce him had she been sober, but she hadn't been lying to him when she said it wasn't from lack of want. But right now, she desperately loved that he rejected her.

He's a gentlemen, she thought, despite what he would have us all think. Refusing me on the basis that he didn't want me to regret it just makes me feel even stronger about him, I just know this is right.

Shifting the blanket back, Hermione slid off the oddly high bed and walked to the living roomin search of her wizard. She gently nudged him and he woke with a start.

"What is it?" he asked, sitting up quickly.

"Relax, Severus, just come here," she answered, pulling his hand gently. He obediently followed, dark eyes alert. She guided him into the bedroom and pulled the blankets back on the bed. Then she crawled in a motioned for him to get in beside her. He started to protest, but she put her hand up to silence him.

"I took the potion, I'm fine. I just want you to come lay with me for a while before I have to go," she pointed to the table and when he was satisfied, pulled on his shirt to encourage him into bed. He complied, and Hermione snuggled contentedly into his arms.

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being so noble."

"I would consider it responsible more than anything."'

"Well, however you want to phrase it, it just made you even more wonderful."

"That is hardly a word to describe me, Hermione."

Even as he tried to disguise it, Hermione could hear regret in his voice. Reaching up from her cozy place on his chest, she gently stroked his face, and could feel him close his eyes against her touch.

"It is to me," she replied, gently kissing his chin. She tucked her head back into his chest for a moment, listening to the soothing, steady beat of his heart. He was running his hands through her hair, gliding through the strands and brushing his fingers against the skin of her back that her slip did not cover.

After a moment, his fingers stopped moving and Hermione could hear his breathing change, indicating to her that he was asleep. She tried, but it was proving to be a bit more difficult for her. Her mind was too preoccupied with everything that had happened that year, and how she had gone from at least partly agreeing with Harry that Severus Snape was greasy git to wanting nothing more than to be with him. She nudged herself closer, and Severus instinctively tightened his hold on her.

Severus awoke, somewhat groggily, to Hermione tracing her fingers lightly against his arm.

"Sorry," she said, quickly retracting her hand, "I didn't mean to wake you."

He lightly took her forearm in his hand, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it, then folded his hand over hers and clutched it to his chest. He closed his eyes again, and she lifted her head to kiss him. He responded gently and she continued, bringing her hand up to caress his cheek. She propped herself up on her elbow, leaning over him and deepening the kiss.

Severus hesitantly touched his fingers to the hand she held on his face and traced her bare skin up to her shoulder. The thin strap of her slip stopped him, and he could feel goosebumps rising on her shoulder. Moving his hand quickly to wrap around her waist, Severus flipped them over so that she was laying on her back, and he was leaning over her. She looked obviously surprised, but relaxed when he bent to kiss the base of her neck before returning to her lips. He nibbled at her bottom lip, making Hermione whimper from the sensation of it. He pulled back just slightly and Hermione propped herself up just enough to press her lips against the skin of his neck. When he didn't protest, she nibbled and sucked at the tender flesh until she made her way down to the fabric of his shirt. Then she lifted her lips back to his while her hands went for the buttons of his shirt. She felt him stiffen for just a moment, but she slipped her tongue through his parted lips, and all resistance left him. He ran his free hand from her face to her neck, to softly caress the skin of her chest above her slip. Tentatively, he slid his hand down further to her breasts. Her nipples grew hard at his touch, and Severus softly traced circles around them, eliciting a muffled mewl of pleasure from her. Hermione felt him shift, then his lips left hers as he trailed kisses down her body until he pressed his lips to the fabric that separated them from her soft skin. She lay back enjoying the sensation of him gently squeezing and kissing her.

Hermione could feel that she was wet, and silently begged that he would not change his mind. Then she was suddenly yanked forward to a sitting up position and felt him tug at the thin straps of her slip. Then it was off, and she was bare to her bra and knickers. Her eyes were even with his chest, which was now was barely covered by his unbuttoned shirt, and she ran her hands slowly up his chest to shoulders and slid the irritating fabric off of him. He held still while she explored his upper body with her hands before clutched his sides and kissed his toned stomach and hard chest. She could feel the thin lines of scars covering his torso, and gently pressed her lips against each of them.

Severus pushed her back gently, and as she lay back down, he took in the form of the woman before him. It was dark, but his eyes were well adjusted to it, and he could see well her emerald green bra and knickers. Had she worn those specifically because she planned to… no, probably not. It was just coincidence. He didn't believe in coincidence, but felt it was the likely option this time. He pressed his hands to her waist just above the fabric of her knickers, and guided his hands up her smooth stomach to her breasts. She watched his movements in anticipation, and Severus suddenly felt very anxious. How could she have this effect on him? Breathing deeply, he lowered himself onto the bed beside her and kissed her deeply. She turned into him, so that her whole body faced him, and pressed herself against him. Through the fabric of his trousers, Hermione could feel his erection. She bit her lip, anxious and somewhat nervous. She was prepared for this, and wanted it badly, but it still made her a little nervous. She felt him slide his hand around the fabric of her bra until he came to the clasps. A second later, he was pulling the strap loose garment off her shoulder. She adjusted, slipping the bra all the way off and laid back once again.

Hermione smiled as he gazed at her in wonderment, gently reaching for her as if trying to touch a ghost. She wondered what he was thinking just then, but thought better than to ask. He lightly traced her bare skin before taking her breast in a firm grip, massaging the tender skin. Suddenly he rushed forward, taking her nipple into his mouth, causing Hermione to gasp lightly with pleasure. He gently licked, then nibbled, then sucked hard. Hermione put her hands through his hair, down his neck, and over his shoulder to the top of his back. She folded her fingers inward, pushing her nails into his skin, and he growled into her breast. He pulled back and she whimpered her disappointment. As he trailed kisses down her belly, leaving heat from each of them on her skin, Hermione thought she could almost feel him smile. When he reached her knickers, he pushed lightly on either of her knees, encouraging her to spread them apart for him. She complied, and shuddered as he traced the hot line hidden by the satin material. He pressed his fingers into the fabric, pushing against her swollen nub. She gasped and involuntarily bucked her hips. This seemed to please him, and he traced circled over it while running his forefinger down her knickers to her wetness.

He looked up at her to see her watching him intently, looking nothing but excited. By him. She wanted him. Gently he lowered his head to kiss just above the top line of her knickers, tracing his mouth along the edges of the fabric. Pushing her leg up higher, he kissed her the top of her inner thigh, still pleasuring her with his hand. She let out a small whine, and gently pushed her hips towards him. Finally, he moved his hands to the outside of her thighs, sliding up to clasp the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down, exposing the last of her covered skin, leaving her lying entirely naked before him. Severus felt himself catch his breath at the sight. He grew harder, and it took all he had to keep from yanking off his own trousers off and burying himself deep within her.

Sensing his hesitation, Hermione sat up, reaching forward to hug him to her, and kissed his lips. Her hands played at the button of his trousers, then unzipped him, and pushed the clothing down, and turned to finish pulling them off, leaving only his black boxers. Almost impatiently, she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him with a fierce need. She pushed his boxers down with her hands and slid them the rest of the way with her legs. The next thing she felt was him pressed up against her, his tip tight against her wet entrance. He didn't move right away, and Hermione gazed up at his dark, unreadable eyes.

"Are you… sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Hermione could only blink. Was he seriously asking that now? Bloody hell, yes!

"Severus, yes, I want to be with you."

With that last reassurance, Severus plunged inside her, but stopped immediately at her gasp of pain.

"Are you all right?" he asked, unsure if he should move.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. It's supposed to hurt a little the first time." She leaned up to kiss him, but he was too shocked to respond.

"The first? But- Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, a mix of agitation, guilt, and concern.

"Well, you were so hesitant to begin with, I was afraid you'd turn me away. Besides you didn't ask."

"Why would I ask such a question?"

Hermione could see this conversation ending badly if she did not reroute his focus. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pushed him back inside her. Then wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Severus, I want this with you. I want to pleasure you, be pleasured by you. I want to be with you, feel you inside me, give you my virginity.

She felt him grow hard again inside her and slowly he resumed his ministrations.

"I would have been slower, gentler," he whispered, pressing into her guiltily.

"Severus," she said kissing his lips, "you act as if you're doing something terrible to me. Honestly, it's already starting to feel better. Just keep at this pace for a little while. Trust me, I like this. I like being this close to you."

He didn't respond after that, but kissed her very lightly on the lips as he slowly brought himself in and out of her. Hermione felt her muscles relax, and the painful feeling gradually changed to a pleasant one. Soon she found herself mewling with pleasure and pushing her hips up to meet his, encouraging him to move faster. He complied, breathing in shallow, jagged breaths.

Seeing her below him, squirming in pleasure at his attentions was amazing to him. She was calling his name in shallow, desperate whispers. With each pump into her hot, tight wetness he felt himself getting closer to his climax. Her quiet cries of pleasure were coming with more urgency, and he could see she was close as well. Focusing on her voice, he pressed into her harder, hearing her gasps of delight becoming more high-pitched. Her nails dug into the skin of his arms, and Severus felt her walls tighten around him, contracting as she reached her orgasm. She cried out with pleasure, and grabbed hold of him desperately as the rush overwhelmed her body. Severus felt his own take him then, his creamy liquid spilling into her, and he let out a low growl of contentment. She held him inside her a little while longer, holding her legs around him until she was content to release him.

As he lay down beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace, she kissed him. It was a slow, deep kiss, and Severus returned it happily. When they finally broke apart, Hermione positioned herself comfortably in his arms, and said, "Happy New Year's, Severus."