A/N: CHECK OUT THE CLOTHES Before you begin reading, I thought I would give you the link to Hermione's dress for the ball (remove the spaces).
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AND Snape's attire.
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The dress is modified a little and Snape has an added cloak with his which I will describe for you. I hope you can see both of those. I tripled checked to make sure I had the web addresses correct. I will try to explain the outfits in the story as best as I can, but I'm terrible at describing clothes.
Due to the almost unanimous vote of glossing over the Hogsmead trip, I have decided to leap straight to the ball. Enjoy. :)
Chapter Forty-Four: The Prince and His Queen
The trip to Hogsmead happened the very next weekend. Hermione and Ginny both bought brand new dresses from Gladrags Wizardwear and the four friends managed to finish their Christmas shopping with ease. They sat down for a drink and some dinner at the Three Broomsticks before heading back up to the castle.
Draco Malfoy was silent as he had ever been. He hadn't dared to confront Hermione again, much to her relief. Snape mused whether his Godson had learned when to back off, or if he was simply waiting for another opportunity to be a nuisance.
The last Quidditch match of the season between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw took place on December 16th and ended in a Gryffindor victory. They had won the Quidditch cup, having lost only to the Slytherin team. Severus was quickly annoyed by both Hermione and Minerva's constant gloating. The Slytherin victory over Gryffindor had been a small triumph, but as the saying goes, they may have won the battle, but they hadn't won the war.
Term ended with the midterm exams and the Christmas holiday began much to everyone's relief. Teachers and students alike were more than ready for a nice long, festive break. Most of the students third year and above stayed at Hogwarts for the ball while the first and second years went home for the holidays. Ron, however, had opted to return to the Burrow since he could see no reason to attend the dance. Molly was especially pleased about this. She had wanted Ginny to come home, too, but after hearing about the ball, she urged her daughter to have a good time with Harry, who was already like a son to her anyway.
Hermione spent a great deal of her break with Severus, and she didn't feel too bad about it because she knew that Harry and Ginny were enjoying their alone time while Ron was away. Snape was extremely pleased with this turn of events, and to McGonagall's surprise, found little to complain about over the holiday. He was even pleasantly subdued during their Saturday staff meetings. Hermione giggled each time she managed to allow him to trap her underneath the magical mistletoe when no one was around to see them.
At last, Christmas Eve was finally upon them. Snape sat on his sofa that evening, Hermione on his lap with her head on his shoulder as they dozed in front of the fire. After awhile, Severus lifted his head from hers and kissed her hair with a light smile. He chuckled when she moaned sleepily.
"You should go…" he advised silkily into her ear.
"Hm?" she raised her head to look him in the eyes, her brows furrowed. "What? Why?"
"I am sure your friends would like to spend Christmas Morning with you."
She frowned. "But…I thought I was staying here."
He chuckled again quietly, his black eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "They may have you tonight. Celebrate with them. But tomorrow evening…you're all mine." His smile turned into a playfully wicked grin and Hermione giggled.
"And New Year's Eve?" she asked.
"I may let your friends keep you, but I cannot say for sure at the present time. It all depends on how charitable I feel that day."
She smiled and kissed him full on the lips. "Alright, if you insist, I suppose I'll head back up to the Tower."
He nodded. "And I shall see you tomorrow evening," he said, returning the kiss.
She grinned as she climbed from his lap and called for the familiar house elf to apparate her back to her and Ginny's dorm room. Hermione walked down the stairs to the Common Room, finding that a party had moved in since supper. She found Ginny and Harry easily in the rowdy crowd of Gryffindors, and Ginny seemed rather surprised to see her.
"I thought you were staying over there," she said confusedly.
"Severus thought I should be with you two," said Hermione grinning.
Harry lifted his brows in disbelief. "He did?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes Harry, he did." She smiled at them. "Besides, tomorrow will be our last Christmas Morning at Hogwarts."
"Yeah," said Harry.
"A bit sad, isn't it?" said Ginny.
"I suppose," said Hermione.
"What are you all doing standing around," said Alex as he popped up beside them. "It's Christmas Eve! Party time!"
Christmas Morning was full of just as much cheer as the four friends awoke to unwrap their presents. Breakfast and Lunch were enjoyable, and the time in between was spent by the three friends down at Hagrid's. They had snowball fights and made a snowman that looked oddly reminiscent of Albus Dumbledore. Buckbeak ended up running it over not long after it had been made, but not before Hagrid managed to get a picture of it using the camera Harry had gifted him. The boy had insisted that perhaps instead of trying to collect dangerous creatures, Hagrid could take pictures to remember them by instead.
The Christmas Feast was at five. The food, as always, was delicious, and once the students were finished eating, they hurried back to their dorms to get ready for the ball, which took place at eight. Many of the girls had opted to skip the feast so that they could have adequate time to prepare. Hermione and Ginny agreed that, although they needed to work on their hair and makeup, they had time to at least eat first.
It took Hermione an hour to do her hair. The style was not elaborate, but she took her time to make sure that it was perfect. She wanted to impress Severus tonight. She had opted to keep her hair down, but she managed to tame it enough so that it lay against her neck and across her shoulders in waves. She pulled back the hair on the sides of her face so that she could pin it with a poinsettia barrette at the back of her head. Looking in the mirror, she thought her hairstyle looked similar to Narcissa Malfoy's the only time Hermione had seen her; at the final battle for Hogwarts.
Half an hour was allotted to her makeup, which she never liked to overdo. Hermione's only changes to her facial features were mascara, a bit of dark grey eye shadow, some blush and ruby red lipstick. Once all of that was taken care of, she slipped on her dress.
The one she had chosen was intended to both intrigue and excite Severus. It was satin; a deep red color that matched the Lycan Heart that rested against her neck. It was strapless and formfitting with a slit on both sides with came to just above her knees. A little racy, perhaps, but she knew Severus would appreciate it, especially when she added the black, strappy heels and the long red gloves that went up past her elbows.
Ginny, who wore a tasteful, conservative dress made of gold with a red, flowered sash around her middle, turned from her own mirror and regarded her friend with a dropped jaw.
"Mi, you look…absolutely fantastic!"
Hermione, while very much in love with the dress as well as her hair, now found she felt a little self conscious now that her outfit was complete. She chewed her lip in uncertainty. "You don't think it's too much?"
"No! Gods, he'll be drooling all over you, though."
Hermione flushed a deep scarlet until her face nearly matched the dress and she had to fight back an excited giggle. "I certainly hope so. And you look wonderful, too, Gin. That color is simply perfect on you."
"You think Harry will like it?"
"I'm sure he will, but honestly, I think his eyes will be on your face all night. He hates to stop staring at you. It's adorable you know, if not a bit annoying at times."
Ginny grinned. "Should we go then?"
"You go on," said Hermione. "Harry's probably waiting downstairs."
"What about you?"
"Severus and I are going to wait until everyone else is down in the Great Hall. He has Cella watching for us. She'll be here when everyone is out of the corridors."
"Going to make an entrance I see," said Ginny.
Hermione smiled wider before the two girls embraced. "Good luck, Hermione. I'll see you when you get there." She pulled back and winked. "Knock em' dead, gorgeous."
Hermione snorted into her hand as Ginny left the room with a smile. When the girl was gone, she turned back to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She hoped Ginny was right. She certainly thought Snape would be hard pressed to take his eyes off of her. She only hoped she was right.
A little while later, Cella appeared beside Hermione's bed with her wide, elfish grin. "Miss, all are in the Great Hall. I will inform Master Snape at once."
"Thank you, Cella," said Hermione, returning the elf's smile. Cella disappeared and Hermione took one last look in the mirror before taking a deep breath and turning for the door.
When she reached the marble stairs leading down to the entrance hall, she peered around the corner to see that he was already standing at the bottom. He was dressed in black trousers and dress coat. The buttons at the top were undone, revealing a deep red vest underneath that matched her dress. White cuffs stuck out from beneath the sleeves of his coat, similar to his usual attire. A white cravat was tied elegantly around his neck, his pendant weaved through it so that it looked like it was holding the cravat together at the top. He wore his signature dragon hide boots and a new cloak that was black velvet on the outside and Slytherin green silk underneath. His hair was down and framed his face in those beautiful waves that she knew were soft as feathers.
His head turned slowly up to her as she stepped out into view and descended, a wide smile flattering her lovely face further. Snape stared at the woman in complete astonishment. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on…and she was his.
As she neared the bottom, he held out a hand to help her down the last few stairs, his gaze roving over her face and her body.
"Hermione," he breathed. "You are stunning." His hands ran over her arms and he watched the heavy blush creep into her cheeks.
"And you look deliciously handsome, Severus," she said quietly, her gloved palms resting on his shoulders.
That devilish smirk was taking over his lips again, and he nodded and pulled away from her a bit before he ravished her right there in the entrance hall. He held out his arm and grinned at her. "Are you ready?"
She slipped her arm through his and answered in the affirmative. "When you are, my Prince."
And Hermione certainly felt like a queen as they entered the wonderland of ice that was the Great Hall. At first, no one seemed to notice that two more people had joined the festivities, but soon, one by one, heads were turning, jaws dropping in startled fascination as they watched Hermione Granger walk in on the arm of the resident surly Potions Master, both of them looking like royalty, pleasant expressions upon their faces.
Harry had to do a double take, his eyes switching from Hermione to Snape several times before he could wrap his brain around what he was seeing. He had never seen Snape so dressed up—and wearing colors besides black. Nor had he ever seen Hermione looking as beautiful as she did that night. Her smile was uncontrollable, the flush in her cheeks growing more prominent by the second.
Minerva McGonagall caught sight of the pair and her eyes widened in disbelief. Was that really…? Could it be…? She clutched a hand to her heart in shock.
Malfoy had gone to the ball as well. He didn't have a date, but since he hadn't been able to return home for the holidays, he had decided that he might as well join the rest of the school for the evening. When he looked up and saw Granger on the arm of his Godfather, Draco was sure he was going to die of a heart attack.
He had never seen Severus in anything but his usual robes, and the sight of him in such tasteful clothes was slightly disconcerting. As for Granger…he had to admit that she was drop dead gorgeous. In fact, Draco felt a bit jealous of his Godfather, who looked oddly proud with the prettiest girl at the ball on his arm.
The entire room was stunned and motionless, too speechless to move or speak. The music that played was soft—a slower song. Snape led Hermione down the aisle to the dance floor, turning to her once they stood in the center. He took her hand in his, and they began to waltz just as they had upon the icy lake.
Hermione was entranced, forgetting that a room full of people was staring at them. She gazed into the eyes of the man she loved as he held her close, leading her through the steps of the dance. He was flawless as he moved, pulling her along. He twirled her and dipped her. He spun her out and pulled her back, deliberately making sure that their bodies touched as much as was possible. Whenever his hand rested upon her hip, he had to fight not to allow it to go lower. The pull from the pendants followed their movements, and the sensation drew them deeper into the flow of the music.
The audience was captive, silent and awe-struck. They looked on, unable to believe that their sour-tempered potions professor was dancing with Hermione Granger, and that he seemed entirely too pleased about it. In fact his demeanor was exceptionally pleasant.
At one point in the middle of the song, Hermione reached up to touch the ends of his hair. He smiled. "I kept it down, just for you," he said.
He lifted her again, just as he'd done on the ice, holding her high as he spun several times on the spot before setting her gently back onto her feet. When the music died away, changing to a different song, her hands found his shoulders again as she smiled up at him, her heart beating wildly in her breast. Their gazes had been locked the entire time, for they only had eyes for each other.
At last, Hermione seemed to remember that they were not the only ones in the crowded Great Hall. She felt hundreds of eyes on her and Snape, but she couldn't really bring herself to care.
"They're watching us…" she whispered as his mouth drew nearer to hers. Her breath came out a little heavier thanks to their exertion, as did his.
"Let them…" he murmured, then allowed his lips to claim Hermione's.
If the students and staff had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to how completely dumbstruck they were when Snape initiated the kiss. The exchange was brief, but Hermione felt the butterflies flutter in her belly all the same.
Ginny's hands were clasped under her chin as she watched the couple, thinking that what she had just witnessed had been the most romantic thing she'd ever seen. By the look in Snape's eyes, she could tell that Hermione hadn't been lying. He loved her.
Harry, on the other hand, wasn't sure exactly what he thought about that grand entrance. Part of him was happy for Hermione; she was obviously in high spirits just then. But part of him wanted to shout in protest. He had tried not to think about his best friend dating Snape, but seeing them together in such a way made the situation painfully clear, and Harry wasn't sure that he was ready to accept it yet. He just thanked Merlin that Ron wasn't there to witness it, too.
McGonagall, too, was torn between being happy for her colleague and her top student, and being under emotional duress about the scene they had caused. When she finally gathered her wits about her, she scuttled out into the middle of the floor, urging the rest of the hall to go about their evening and reminding them all that it was quite rude to stare.
Once the crowd had resumed their previous activities, most of them still sneaking glances at the odd couple whenever they could, McGonagall turned to them, flustered.
"That was what you call discression?" she demanded, but somehow, she didn't seem all that angry.
Hermione looked abashed. "Sorry, Professor. We didn't really plan that…"
"It was only a dance, Minerva," said Severus, his brows raised. "We did not ask to be watched."
"You might as well have."
He smirked at the older woman. "They were bound to find out sooner or later. At least they will be able to see the truth for themselves instead of making up rumors. And don't worry," he added. "After tonight, we will draw no more attention to ourselves."
McGonagall, for once, seemed at a loss for what to say. She looked several times as if she was going to speak, but in the end, she turned and left them hurriedly.
"Do you think she's upset with us?" asked Hermione, biting her lip nervously.
"No. She is just as surprised as everyone else, and she is having a hard time adjusting."
"Hermione!"
She spun to her left to see Harry and Ginny rushing towards her. She smiled and blushed again. "Hey Harry."
Harry looked from Hermione to Snape, whose expression darkened slightly. "Potter," he acknowledged flatly.
"Sir," Harry said with a nod before forcing his gaze back to his best friend. He had wanted to say something, but now that he stood in front of her, he couldn't find words.
"That was brilliant," said Ginny, beaming. "You two are the center of attention now."
"Perfect," said Snape with a hint of sarcasm. He decided he should probably pay the pair of them a compliment, though that was obviously not his forte. He nodded once toward Ginny. "You are looking well, Miss Weasley," he said, a bit uncomfortably. He still wasn't that great at acting nice, but Hermione gave him credit for trying.
"Thank you, Sir," she said, happily accepting his compliment, though she knew it fell short of sincere. It didn't bother Ginny, however. One couldn't expect Severus Snape to throw out all his old habits in a few short weeks. It was clear to the youngest Weasley that Hermione had had a major affect on him all the same.
Snape lifted a brow at Harry when the boy remained silent, staring up at Severus as if he would have liked to say something.
"Er…I suppose we'll be…going now," said Harry. "I'll see you later, Hermione." He led Ginny away, who smiled over her shoulder at Hermione as they left.
"That was pleasant," said Snape dryly.
"Thank you for not…well…you know," Hermione said in a quiet voice.
"It was painful to have to restrain myself, let me assure you." But he grinned sideways at her and she returned it. "Thirsty?"
They went to grab some punch, then sat down at a table near the back as the music turned from slow and quiet to loud and fast. Hermione and Snape only danced the slow ones since he wasn't fond of the other raucous noise, but that didn't bother Hermione at all. When they did dance, they were once again the center of attention for those who remained sitting.
Not many people stopped to talk to them either, much to Snape's relief (no student dared to confront him), but quite a few of the teachers stopped by to wish the couple well. It was clear, however, that they, too, were having a hard time grasping the reality of the Granger/Snape relationship.
Hermione felt like a princess. She had thought herself a Cinderella of sorts when she'd attended the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum in her fourth year, but that experience was nothing compared to the warmth and giddiness she was feeling that night with Severus. When they weren't dancing, they were holding hands. When they weren't talking, he was feeding her hors d'oeuvres. But they were always smiling, even if Snape's smile was small at times.
Draco walked by them toward the end of the night, but upon meeting Snape's dark gaze, he skirted around them without saying a word.
"Severus…this is unquestionably the best night of my life," said Hermione, staring up into his eyes as they sat facing each other.
He chuckled, leaning close to whisper in her ear. "You can't say that just yet." He ran a hand up over her thigh where no one could see it behind the table at which they sat. "But believe me, you will once I have my way with you back in my private quarters."
Hermione moaned at his words as well as his touch as his hand flexed on her hip. Apparently the dress had caught his attention after all. She found herself wishing that the ball was over, but they still had another hour to go before it ended at midnight.
"I don't doubt that," she breathed, placing a hand on his thigh and rubbing it slowly. She smirked when she saw him fighting back a growl at her action. His hand ventured down to the top of the slit on the right side of her dress, gliding back up along her bare skin underneath. She lifted a teasing eyebrow.
"Naughty, naughty, Severus," she cooed. "There are people around."
"They cannot see," he said as his fingertips grazed her buttocks.
"No," she agreed, scooting closer to him. "I suppose they can't." She reached down between his legs with one gloved hand and squeezed, feeling bolder than usual. He hissed through his teeth, his eyes clouding over with lust. His fingers gripped her backside as he fought to remember where they were.
"Dirty little minx," he ground out through clenched teeth.
"Perverted Prince," she retorted, feeling haughty now that she'd managed to spike his testosterone levels with one touch. She rubbed the inside of her leg against his and his lips pursed.
"Do you want me to take you right now?" he warned in a slightly gravelly voice.
Her smirk widened. "Maybe…"
He was on his feet in the next instant, holding his hand out to help her up. She took it as Snape battled for self-control. He searched her face as if waiting for her to say something.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Hermione's eyes swept over the Great Hall and its inhabitants. They had danced many times in the past three hours. She had had plenty to eat and drink. Harry and Ginny were absorbed in each other and no one else would miss them.
She turned back to Snape. "Positive."
With a nod, Snape led her out of the Great Hall without being noticed. They swept through the darkened corridors down to the dungeons gracefully, but hurriedly, eager to be alone at last. When they reached Snape's quarters, he lit the fire out of habit. Then he gestured for her to wait a moment before disappearing into his bedroom.
Hermione walked around to stand before the fire, staring up at her face in the small mirror above the mantle. She couldn't help but smile. Indeed, Severus had kept his promise of not ruining the night for her. It had been perfect, but it was about to get even better.
She shifted to face the opposite direction, her eyes scanning his bookcases as her arms crossed loosely around her midsection. She knew she would never forget this night.
Suddenly, Snape was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. His mouth was at her ear, licking it, then blowing into it softly. Hermione closed her eyes and gave a shuddering sigh as a delicious shiver rippled down her spine all, the way to her toes. Then he was suckling on her neck, and she tilted her head the other way to give him better access.
One of his hands moved to grasp her hip while the other hiked up her dress enough so that it could slip beneath the slit, allowing him cup her sex through her already moist lace panties. She moaned, her head rolling back onto his shoulder as she tried to arch her hips into his hand, but he held her steady.
He pushed aside the thin fabric and slid his fingers between her lips, the slick flesh already sensitive. She gasped silently as he stroked her up and down continuously with his fingertips. He stopped once to massage her clit, which had her moaning and writing against him, then he stroked downward again and let the tip of his middle finger push against her opening. He didn't move his hand again until she moaned his name.
"Severus…"
He pushed against the hole quickly and repeatedly with that finger, dipping it inside her a little each time until she let out erotic sounds that had him aching like hell to take her. But he wouldn't make it so easy.
He was still teasing her neck with his mouth as he murmured against her skin, "Why did you buy a dress that makes you look like the most delicious jezebel tart in all of Britain?"
"Mmm…For you, of course," she gasped as he palmed her mound, his teeth nipping at her throat. "I thought you would like it…"
"You would be—"he plunged two fingers inside her"—correct, you wonderful little harlot."
She let out a short scream of pleasure which she bit off quickly. She couldn't keep her whimpers at bay though as he moved his fingers in and out of her, eventually adding a third.
"I'm…I'm all yours, Severus," she panted as he stroked her inner walls vigorously. Her groaned as her juices covered his hand, and he rubbed his clothed, aching member against her backside.
"Damned right you are," he said harshly as he tore his hand away, stepping around her to bend down on one knee at her feet. He swiftly pushed aside the skirt of her dress and yanked her black, lacey under things off of her. His hands on her bare thighs, he buried his face in her folds, growling as he lapped at her like a thirsting dog, loving the taste of her sex.
Her hands delved into his raven mane and fisted, holding his head between her legs in desperation. His skilled tongue would flick over her clit, then slide down to tease her opening just like his fingers had. He growled as he bit her roughly, and Hermione had to lock her legs, which were fast turning to jelly, to keep her from falling to the floor.
"Ahhh, Severus!" she cried, trying not to squeeze his head too tightly with her thighs as she was brought to orgasm. He gladly swallowed up all of the sweet nectar that poured from her opening before he raised his head to trail kisses up over her belly, his lips wet from his erotic drink.
He held her steady when he finally stood, feeling her entire body quivering in delight. He lifted one of her legs, placing it on his hip as he ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair, their mouths mere inches apart.
"Devil take me, but you are the sexiest witch I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, let alone bedding."
"I could say the same about you," said Hermione, just as breathless as Snape. "God you're hot." She grabbed his face and pulled him in for a burning kiss, the hand in her hair wrapping around the back of her head. She didn't remember ever feeling this wild before, but now that she was lost in the heat of Snape's body, she conceded that she'd never felt better.
She worked to free herself of the long gloves as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel his rock-hard length beneath his robes and she ached to feel it inside her. But she wasn't naked, and neither was he.
She broke away from the kiss long enough to give him the hint. "Severus, the zipper."
She kept her own leg up on his hip as he reached behind her to unzip the back of the dress. He pushed it down, and she straightened her leg long enough so that the garment could pool on the floor at her still heeled feet. Since the dress had been strapless, its bodice padded, she hadn't needed to wear a bra with it. One of his hands wound around her back to hold her up while his other hand fondled one of her now bare breasts.
Hermione couldn't stand much more. She was now naked, but he was still fully clothed. It wasn't fair! Why was he not giving her what she wanted? She started to fumble with the buttons on his dress coat, but he shoved her hand away before he bent to lift her into his arms.
He carried her into the bedroom, his mouth still ravishing hers, then laid her in the center of the bed. He slid open the drawer on the nightstand and pulled something out of it before closing it again.
He bent over her, taking her wrist and wrapping something silk around it, tying the other end to the bed post. He did the same with her other wrist, but kept her legs free.
He grinned wickedly down at her as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed. "Isn't this a lovely Christmas present, all tied with red silk ribbons?
"Was this your plan all along?"
He chuckled darkly, affirming her sentiments. "A perfect gift for the both of us, don't you agree?"
They watched each other as he unclasped his cloak, letting it fall to the floor, then untied his cravat, the Lycan Heart dropping to rest against his chest again. Once he was free of the accessory, he undid the buttons on his dress coat and vest, stripping off those along with his crisp, white undershirt. He kicked off his boots as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down with his boxers until he was stark naked in front of her.
Hermione watched the mouth-watering scene, licking her lips as his hard chest and toned abs were revealed to her. And when his newly freed erection bobbed in front of her, she strained against her bonds, wanting to put her mouth and hands around it.
"Really, Severus? A strip tease? You're having fun torturing me, aren't you?"
He chuckled again as he walked around the side of the bed and leaned over her to take off her heels. "Precisely…"
Once the troublesome shoes were removed, Snape ran his hands over her beautiful legs, placing kisses on the arch of her feet, on her ankles and above her knees. His lips trailed over her torso, and he paused at each breast to give her pert nipples the attention they strained for. Hermione rolled her head to one side and arched her back, reveling in the intimate attentions of the man she loved.
When his lips trailed up along her neck and jaw and finally returned to her mouth, however, that was when she lost it. His hard, throbbing shaft was pressed into her womanhood, and she couldn't stand to wait much longer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to give her what she wanted.
He didn't comply. Instead, he ground it into her, making her ache and moan and whimper against his lips. She ripped her mouth away from his to growl at him. "Severus!"
"Yessss witch," he said, somewhere between an affirmation and a question.
"Give it," she ground out, her legs tightening around his waist and forcing his groin harder against her. "Give…it…Give…" She tugged at her bindings, but of course he had tied them tight enough to keep her from getting free.
"Why…?" he said, and his tone hinted at a challenge.
"Because…" Hermione tried as best as she could to move her hips against him, but he had her pinned so well that it was nearly impossible. "It feels…so good…And I'm ready…" she panted.
He pushed her legs off of him and shifted so that his legs pinned hers to the bed as he lifted up off of her enough so that only the head of his shaft now slid along between the lips of her sex. She gave an angry growl that turned into a pleasurable groan as she attempted to buck her hips when he passed over her entrance. Dammit, why wasn't he appeasing her? Couldn't he see that she was desperate?
He paused in his movements with the tip pressed ever so slightly against her opening, making her strain for what she wanted as she lifted her hips as high off the bed as she could manage.
Nearly thirty seconds passed before, with another wicked grin, Snape plunged into her so quickly that her cry of pleasure and surprise echoed around the darkened room. He didn't move, but instead, let her strain against him some more. She wanted that motion, that friction, but he denied her while she writhed underneath him. Then he pulled out again and the cycle continued another half a dozen times until Hermione could no longer think—she could only feel the raging fire that had long since consumed her entire body. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillows as she grunted and groaned in mounting frustration.
At last, his own nerves unable to take the torture, Snape assailed her sex with deep, fast thrusts. He allowed her legs to hug his waist again as his hands slid down to grip and lift her backside. Hermione bucked her hips in time with his rapid thrusts, her cries of ecstasy mingling with his erotic growls.
They came together once. Then Snape reached up to release her from her bindings, and she attacked his mouth, hungry and not completely satisfied since she hadn't been able to touch him. He plunged into her again as her nails scraped along his back and shoulders, her hands fisting in his hair. She moved to grip his buttocks, wanting to feel his powerful thrusts.
When she gathered enough willpower, she surprised him by rolling them over until she was straddling him, still impaled on his thick shaft. She leaned forward at first as she felt for a good rhythm. Once she found it, she sat up straighter, dropping her gaze to watch as his penis disappeared inside of her time and time again.
She couldn't watch it for very long. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she leaned back to place her hands gripping just below his knees, bouncing up and down on him for all she was worth, His hands were on her hips, slamming them down harder than she could manage on her own. He moved one to cup her sex again, thumbing and pinching her clit until her entire body was shaking and convulsing with spine-tingling quivers.
Remembering to keep her promise since Snape had forgotten, she concentrated her magic and said in a harsh grunt, "Engorgeo!"
Hermione let out a long, ecstatic sound, and Snape growled, cursing through clenched teeth as he felt himself enlarge inside her. Her walls were hot and tight and he could no longer move inside her. It took a moment before she adjusted enough, but when she had, he was pounding up into her, striving for that release. Hermione followed suit, quickening her pace until their lower regions were blurs of motion.
He cursed again as her vaginal channel constricted and pulled him deeper. He was so close, and judging by her convulsing walls, so was she. A few more thrusts and she had sucked him in completely, milking him as his seed shot into her core. He pushed a few more times as he emptied himself, shooting off thrice more before he was dry. He held her still as they shuttered in their release.
When he felt the tension leave her, Snape pulled Hermione forward before she had a chance to collapse backwards and settled her against his chest. They were still joined, but the pleasure of their connection felt too good to disturb. He thought the reverse spell for the Engorgeo charm, shrinking himself back to his normal size and held Hermione tightly to him as they both panted heavily.
"That was…the best…Christmas present ever," said Hermione breathlessly, her brain foggy and tired.
"Agreed," said Snape, his voice gravelly. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed, and after a short moment, he felt Hermione lift her head from his chest. He didn't open his eyes as she kissed his lips and the tip of his nose, but he did smile contentedly.
"Thank you, love, for the most memorable Christmas I've ever had," she whispered before laying he head back down and murmuring softly against his skin with a smile. "My naughty Prince…" But Snape barely heard her. He was exhausted and had already drifted off to peaceful dreams.
A/N: WHOOOOO! Hot chapter, yah? I really enjoyed this one. Hahaha. The best lemon I've written so far I think. I guess my mind needed a thorough cleaning, and thus, a longer sex scene than I had intended. Oh well, I'm positive you all don't mind.
