Chapter 35

Hermione melted into Severus' encircling arms as they kissed on the sofa, resting her head on his shoulder as he bent his neck forward to reach her. His new, longer hair draped over her face, and she ran her hand through it, raking it back just for it to fall forwards again, for he was enjoying her touch. He seemed to be completely distracted by the important task of kissing her, and the fluttering in her stomach was an oddly familiar feeling, nothing to do with the baby, and one she'd not felt for a long while, not since she'd last been with him.

She recognised that she was becoming aroused, just by the mere touch of his lips, and if the hardness in his lap, just under her bottom, was any indication, he was feeling the same way.

Severus dropped a hand to her bare legs, stroking her smooth flesh and travelling slowly up towards the hem of her short summer dress. When he reached it, he toyed with the material, seemingly unsure how, or indeed whether, to proceed. She felt his erection pulse beneath her, a jolt of excitement had surged through him.

"Yes," she encouraged, slightly breaking the kiss and drawing his lower lip in between hers, sucking on it gently.

He slid his hand further upwards, pushing it under her dress and squeezing her thigh as she felt the rate of his breathing increase. A little further, and he was at her arse, taking hold of her bum cheek in his hand, over her knickers.

"Hermione, I …"

"Tell me."

"I apologise."

Severus removed his hand from her bottom and placed it back on her waist, above her clothes. Hermione sat up a little straighter on his lap.

"Why did you stop?"

"This is all so fast. It must be too sudden, too soon for you, given that you only just found out that I was even alive. I would never presume that I had any claim on you, or that you would wish to continue our interactions indefinitely."

"I have thought of nothing but you since our very first … interaction," she smiled, twirling a lock of his black hair between her fingers.

A delightful blush began to spread across his pale face.

"Hermione, please allow me to take you upstairs?" he said, slowly.

"Why, is there some interesting décor you'd like to show me?"

"I believe you are teasing me, Miss Granger."

"I think there is room in our lives for a little teasing, after everything we have been through."

"You could well be correct."

Severus took hold of her upper arms and squeezed them gently, rubbing them as if he thought she were cold, and she could feel a slight tremble of nervousness as he touched her.

"Your mother …?"

"Will be in her chambers at Hogwarts tonight," he interrupted, "and will cover for you should your absence be noted. Not that it should be, since you are an adult witch and school is not yet in session."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why, Professor, did you plan this?"

"I made sure to prepare for every possible eventuality," he smirked, thumbing her cheek. "You could have run screaming the second you saw me."

"Do you still have no confidence in my feelings for you?"

"It has been a rather … unusual courtship."

She laughed.

"I think that must be the understatement of the year. But, Severus, why are we still sitting here?"

He raised his eyebrow at her in an elegant but suggestive arch that sent a flicker of excitement directly to the seat of her pants, before standing up in one smooth movement, holding her in his arms.

"You won't be able to do that for too much longer," she warned, touching his arm approvingly so she could feel the sinewy muscles of his deceptively strong bicep rippling as he carried her.

"You will never be too heavy for me to lift, Hermione."

Severus began to kiss her yet again as he walked across the room, heading for the door through which she had entered earlier, not able to keep his lips from hers for any length of time. He had almost lost everything, including his own life, and now he was here with this perfect witch in his arms, with an awful lot of catching up to do.

The narrow cottage stairs were not wide enough for him to carry her up, whichever way he turned, so he set her upon the second-from-bottom step, and the girl stood there, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him so fervently that he almost fell over.

"Unless you wish me to make love to you on the staircase, I suggest you start walking, witch, for I have waited long enough for you," he instructed, sliding his hands under her dress and taking hold of her knickers, pulling them down her legs until she could step out of them.

He had often enjoying relieving Hermione of her underwear when they'd been alone in his chambers, so regularly that he'd amassed quite a collection of her knickers that he'd stripped her of. There was something about knowing the little witch was bare-tailed and her delectable cunt just a slip of his hand away that used to arouse the fuck out of him. Clearly, his predilection was still alive and kicking.

Severus slipped the purloined knickers into his trouser pocket, and ran a searching hand over her bare arse, enjoying the visible desire in her eyes.

Fucking hell.

"Up … now," he choked, his power of speech being lost amidst his increasing sexual arousal.

Granger turned and began to walk up the stairwell, holding onto the wooden bannisters that were attached to the walls on either side. He could not resist lifting the hem of her dress for a quick peek at her naked bottom as she ascended, and then immediately regretted it as his cock lurched with such enthusiasm that he seriously worried he may shoot his load before even reaching the bedroom.

Calm down, man, he told himself, his relative inexperience making him feel like he was almost a bloody virgin again.

Severus ushered her into the back bedroom, which had a small window looking out over the garden, and a double bed with a patchwork quilt. He had been convalescing here since his mother had Apparated him home from the Muggle hospital.

Closing the door behind them, he locked it and cast a security ward, because old habits died hard, particularly in the current climate. He read the newspaper. He knew that there were many who would gladly see him rotting in the middle of the North Sea, in Azkaban.

Hermione walked over to him, immediately slipping her hands under his t-shirt and pushing it up his body to expose his stomach. He allowed her to pull the soft black material up and over his head, and she dropped it to the floor, returning her hands to his chest, and stroking him all over. Severus closed his eyes and luxuriated in her touch as she caressed him, feeling the new scars, seeking the old ones. She threaded her fingers through his chest hair, and made him gasp as she began to circle each of his nipples, tweaking each one to an erect point.

He took hold of her hands.

"This is unlikely to be a stellar performance," he warned, his balls hot and heavy in his trousers, still threatening a premature eruption of their contents.

"Who is performing?" she replied, "I just want you."

So simple, so heartfelt, so reassuring.

Merlin knows what he ever did to deserve this girl. Granger was so young, but at the same time, she was an old head on youthful shoulders, her mind as keen and wise as if she'd lived a thousand lifetimes.

Not breaking his intense gaze into her eyes, Severus reached for his belt and unfastened it along with his trousers, allowing both to drop to the floor. She immediately reached forwards and wrapped her arms around his waist, touching the sensitive bare skin at the base of his spine and fiddling with the top of his undershorts, easing them down so that she could cup his bare arse cheeks in her hands.

"Shit, Hermione," he gulped, his hips involuntarily thrusting towards her.

Really, he had no fucking finesse whatsoever.

She hoicked his pants over the tip of his ridiculously hard cock, and pushed them down to join his other clothes on the floor. He stood naked before her as she appeared to drink down the sight of him, her brown eyes roving over his body. Never in his life had he been scrutinised with such lustful approval.

Not trusting his voice to manage a coherent sentence, he raised an eyebrow and made a spinning 'turn around' gesture with his forefinger. She complied, and he reached for the back of her dress, taking hold of the zip and slowly sliding it down, revealing her smooth back inch by inch. He trailed his fingers down her soft skin, following the zip's path.

Once it was fully down, he gave the shoulders a gentle pull and the dress slithered down her body and pooled on the floor in a pile of white material bedecked with summer flowers. She reached up and pulled her hair free of its binding, shaking it loose. He moved in behind her, pressing his naked body against hers, sliding his hands around to her slightly swollen stomach and holding his cheek against hers as he leaned over her shoulder.

He cupped the pregnant bump that contained his child, the most precious gift he had ever been given. She moaned in pleasure as he gently stroked her belly, resting her head back against his shoulder. It was so exquisitely sensual that he felt rather uncouth to have an extremely impatient erection prodding in the small of her back.

At length he let go, unhooking her plain white brassiere at the back and allowing it to slip from her shoulders. She supported her own breasts and turned to face him still holding them, and he felt his eyes widen.

"You have grown in other areas too," he admired, reaching out his hands to stroke the ripe fullness of her large breasts, "I assume I should touch them gently?"

She nodded, and moved her hands away, revealing larger, more fulsome breasts that he yearned to suckle. Bloody Merlin, her tits were outstanding.

"They are sensitive?" he asked.

"Very."

Severus leaned forwards and planted the lightest kiss to each of her nipples, giving each one a tiny lick with the very tip of his tongue before pulling back, attempting to restrain himself.

"Would you like to lie down with me?" she asked, shyly, taking his hand to urge him towards the bed.

Would he like to? Does a thestral shit in the woods?

He lay her down on the pillows, atop the quilt since the weather was so warm, ensuring her comfort before climbing up on the end of the bed.

"Forgive me for being so bold. I cannot wait."

"Severus, please relax. You are not the only one who is keen to do this."

"In that case," he replied, curling one side of his mouth into a wanton smile, "open your legs, my Hermione, for I have a pressing matter I must attend to."

He took hold of her knees and pushed them upwards and outwards, exposing her to his view.

"You are comfortable?" he enquired.

"Oh, yes."

Sliding his thumbs between her labia to spread open her most delicious place, his cock lurched again at the sight of her pinkness splayed before him.

Wait, he told himself. Have some fucking patience, man.

Lifting the hood that concealed her clitoris, Severus noticed that the small bud was already beginning to twitch and swell, so he bowed his head forwards and blew on it, enjoying hearing her gasp and watching her clit react to the stimulation. Shit, he needed to put his mouth on her now. He could not wait another second before reminding himself of how sweet this little witch tasted.

He was beyond gratified to hear Hermione let loose with a long, drawn-out groan of approval as he pressed his tongue against her folds and began to lick, not allowing any part of her wet cunt to escape his attention. He sucked her fleshy lips into his mouth, flickered around her little rear end, and thrust his tongue deep inside her vagina, capturing as much of her wet lushness as he could.

Once she was writhing under him, he held her hips in place as he titillated her urethral opening, before making her gasp as he worked his tongue up and under her cleft, drawing her clit into his mouth, sucking upon it as if he were kissing her mouth.

With a scream, she burst, and fell over the edge, hips thrusting and coming hard into his mouth, and Severus felt her juices dripping against his chin. He covered as much of her cunt as he could with his mouth, feeling her hole pulse and contract under his lips, and the feeling was fucking sublime.

Once she had calmed somewhat, he scrambled up her body, making sure to hold himself up on his elbows so that he did not put his weight on her belly, with its precious cargo, frantically guiding his rock-hard cock towards her entrance.

Hermione gripped his bare shoulders, squeezing them hard.

"Make love to me," she breathed, her eyes drunk with lust. "Show me that you are truly alive, Severus."

He could do that. He would do that.

Rolling his hips forward, he pushed inside her, slowly filling her with his girth and length, feeling the welcoming clench of her vaginal walls around his cock.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, already undulating his hips and preparing for a second, long thrust.

"Oh, my goodness," she panted, insinuating her hands deeply into his hair and grasping full, tight handfuls of the long black strands that pulled blissfully against his scalp.

"My angel," he panted. "I am most definitely alive. I survived for you, and now I live for both of you, for all of us."

Hermione pulled his mouth to hers and began to kiss him passionately, and yet again he felt the tears trickle down her cheeks as she wept. Severus was only just beginning to realise the depth of this girl's feelings towards him, and they were inexplicable. He would spend the rest of his life, a life that he had been gifted, making this witch happy. He swore it.

The ache in his balls suggested that he would not be able to make this last much longer, and his hips sped up involuntarily, thrusting into his witch over and over again, fucking them both higher. His palms now flat on the mattress and on either side of her head, he ground his teeth as he swivelled his hips against her, watching her face intently as she orgasmed again, this time around his cock.

Seeing her face contort in ecstasy and hearing her gasp with her second orgasm was enough to push him over his own cliff, and his hips were a blur as he ejaculated, shouting his release with such a loud roar that his mother's neighbours must surely have heard.