Chapter 62: Mutual Hearts
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Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World
A crackle of thunder signaled the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Snape as Severus found himself surrounded by the familiar dilapidated brick houses that had been around since his youth in the Muggle World, Hermione had taken a few moments to get the lay of the land as the last time she visited the place, there were extenuating circumstances regarding their marriage and mutual needs. She could hardly wrap her head around how much things had changed since the first time Snape had brought her to this place. His childhood home. Some how she never imagined how strangely familiar it had been, while it was a stark contrast to the Muggle neighborhood where she'd grown up, it had the same structured houses with various rows and neat alignment due to the textile mill being something of a pillar for the community. The putrid pond where Severus spent his youth had still been as rancid and unpleasant as always and the low hanging clouds never seemed to leave despite not always being given to rain. It was truly a sad place for a child to grow up but it had been all he had. Snape silently lead her toward his family home, knowing full well that the shock of seeing where he'd grown up was getting to his young wife. Her compassion knew no bounds it seemed and only intensified his shame at having to bring her to this place.
Hermione's formerly overbearing anxiousness melted away once they had reached the house. The place had a good deal of charm as far as Hermione had been concerned despite it's rather tragic history. Of course it had been as inviting as the dungeons back at Hogwarts in terms of a safe haven of sorts to be with her husband away from the constant prying eyes of the Headmaster and her well meaning but far too overbearing friends. It was difficult enough keeping the fact that she'd been married a secret and now with her ever growing feelings for the man whom she'd been arranged to wed being as complex as they were, it was even more of a difficult task to mask them. She had no idea how he did it, day after day, wearing different masks when faced with different groups of people. To her, whenever they were alone he had something of a sweet and insecure boyish nature. A manner not so unlike that of many of the teenage boys she'd gone to school with. It was both a refreshing realization as well as a rather odd one. For years she had regarded the Potions Professor with a kind of unseemly admiration due to the heroic and thankless nature of his work.
Ever since her second year at Hogwarts, Hermione had been drawn to the mysterious aspects of the dour man's personality and possible life style. He had been one of the most accomplished duelists she had ever known, was quite brilliant yet he remained a quiet intellectual. The number of potions and charms he'd created in his youth alone left no room for doubt in terms of the future he would have had, had he not been a death eater or a teacher. During her second year, Hermione had still believed heroic men were flashy and neatly groomed. She had been interested in blokes like Gilderoy Lockhart. That same year she noted her interest piqued when it came to her ebony clad Potions Professor following the moment he put Lockhart in his place after a mock duel. Her attraction to the dour wizard never waned despite the years and only intensified when she found out he had been a spy for the Order Of Phoenix.
While Hermione seemed to have been lost in her thoughts, Snape opened the door via his keys, careful to keep up with appearances as both he and Hermione stood before the prying eyes of their various neighbors. Once the door had been opened, the scent of dust, old books and cobwebs filled the air. It oddly reminded Hermione of the library back at Hogwarts for a moment. Snape did his best to get everything in order before inviting her inside.
The last time they had ventured to Spinner's End together had been on their wedding night and she had insisted that he carry her over the threshold. Of course he'd obliged embittered by the entire ordeal and rather unceremoniously dropped her onto the floor. This time, Snape had meant to make up for his callous approach to their relationship in the beginning. He'd been resentful and petulant as much as she had been spoiled and obnoxious and he had after some consideration on his part, regretted a bit of it. This regret had been the driving force behind his sudden swift action as he scooped the unsuspecting young witch into his arms and carried her into the house kicking the door closed behind him.
"Severus..." said Hermione unsure of what to make of his action.
She found herself silenced via an intense kiss as he carried her toward the sitting room.
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The Sitting Room, Spinner's End, The Snape Residence, Cokeworth England, Muggle World...
Hermione found herself clinging to her husband, who's considerable strength had not been lost on her as he continued to carry her effortlessly into the sitting room of his former family home. She never imagined she'd enjoy his company so much let alone that he was carrying her after the last incident where he'd dropped her as if she were a mere sack of potatoes. Snape carried her all the way to the sofa where he gently sat her down, much to her surprise. Hermione smiled at him, finally pleased to once more be alone with the man she loved. Snape wasted no time in scooping her into his arms again as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the frequent heat filled kisses intensifying the moment as their lips crashed together.
The Potions Master seemed almost as eager to spend time with her as she had been to spend time with him. It made the young witch smile as Severus Snape's boyish nature once more found it's way to the surface. She loved those moments, when his temper had quelled and his shyness took hold, of course he had not been very shy when it came to their love-making, it was one of the very few aspects where he'd been out of his depth and yet quite capable of adapting on the fly.
A low hiss escaped him as he quickly found himself with his back pressed against the sofa and his wife straddling him. They knew not how much time they had but they were determined to make the best of it before they had to show themselves proper at 12 Grimmauld Place beneath the watchful gaze of Albus Dumbledore and her overbearing but well meaning friends. Snape knew all too well that Dumbledore would disapprove of his growing attachment to his young wife. It was more than enough that he had to take her to bed in order to appease the rules for the marriage law decree but to bed her with due cause, of course he'd been of the mind to take advantage of this minor loophole in the old fool's plan as he'd been quite accustomed to being with her at this point and saw no reason to limit their interactions.
The rapid pace in which the two lovers found themselves breathing had only increased their apparently growing need for each other. In her haste to be closer to the man she loved and feel his heart beat, which had been quite frantic in the wake of their efforts, she unceremoniously ripped open the Muggle style collared shirt he wore to the train station snapping the buttons and running her fingers along the scared pale flesh of his chest. Snape seemed to trust her implicitly, and she had felt the same about him as his hands trailed along her thighs. She always enjoyed the sensation of his touch, his hands had been quite rough due to all of his work in the field and with various potions and ingredients. There were countless times that she'd been in class and lost her train of thought simply admiring the dour wizard's skillful hands when he'd been demonstrating how to properly brew a potion in front of the class.
Never in a million years did she believe the time would come before she welcomed those same hands along her body as her attire fell to the floor piece by piece. A short gasp escaped her lips as Snape maneuvered in such a way that he could reach her neck, peppering soft and frequent kisses along the exposed flesh as their need began to block out their frequent thoughts of time and the reaction of those whom would be awaiting their arrival.
"Severus..." hissed Hermione unable to say much in the wake of an all too familiar intrusion between her thighs.
She hardly had time to bite back the moan that escaped her lips as he continued to bite and kiss along her neck. It had been quite a while since the last time they were this intimate and given the lack of need to keep their distance, this had been the perfect opportunity to make up for lost time.
Hermione learned a good deal about the man that captivated her imagination ever since she first attended Hogwarts, She had seen the nature of his passion in minor glimpses when they were working on potions in class but the truly defining aspect of Severus Snape's passion had been when he'd been alone with her, bound as they were with the intensity of his thrusts increasing as he sought release and to ignite her own.
Dumbledore had advised her more often than not about flying too close to the sun as it were but the way he made her feel in every aspect only compelled her to seek him out more. She couldn't imagine a life without him, no matter what happened during the conclusion of the war. She'd been determined to be with him even if it meant going against Harry and The Headmaster's wishes. They knew nothing of what had taken place between them and as a result had no right to interfere.
A grunt from Snape signaled what she had both dreaded and anticipated in the wake of his frantic thrusting beneath her. The intensity of their mutual need had been such that once they had fallen from the sofa in the sitting room onto the cold floor it made no difference to them as Hermione gripped the pale flesh of her husband's shoulders and attempted to endure the intense movement in a bid to envelope herself in the pleasurable senses he'd been creating.
"Sev..." began Hermione before shifting into a series of moans as her body shook and shivered due to having reached her end.
Snape had been close as well growing more frantic in his movements and his voice growing dark and authoritative in the wake of everything that was happening.
"Fuck!" he grunted before finding himself pushed to his limit and expended in the wake of fulfilling their mutual needs.
Hermione found herself unable to stay upright, as she collapsed onto Snape whom had been panting as hard as she was in an attempt to catch his breath. The house had been quiet as well as the neighborhood due to the muggle's settling down for the evening. The sweat slick raven locks of the Potions Professor stuck to his face and the floor below them as he began to give into the desperate need for sleep. Hermione had been ahead of him, since she'd passed out shortly following her collapse and he did his best to ignore the sweat slick unruly locks that covered his chest as a result of it.
There in the semi darkness of the sitting room, aside from the sound of their labored breaths had been the rapid beating of their mutual hearts in unison.