Hermione's emotions were already buzzing as they left the pub at closing, delighted with how the day had turned out. Though most of their time had been spent museum-hopping, there had been a fine number of other little attractions spread along their way. As the afternoon stretched on the pace slowed more and she could have sworn just once she almost made him laugh. This morning she had half expected him not to show up at all, so when he did she was determined not to waste a moment of it. No matter what came from this, she was curious now and this wasn't just something to let pass by.
It was all a bit surreal to see him in such a different way, but as the evening passed on she couldn't help but want to know more. Maybe they were just pretending that the War didn't exist, that they weren't who they were, but maybe that was exactly what she needed. They'd be thrust right into the middle of it when they went back, and a sort of break from the dark reality of home was something she didn't want to underappreciate.
It hadn't been that hard to put a little more effort into her look today, or to find the courage to hold his hand. Maybe finding success in something like that was juvenile, but each time his fingers squeezed ever so slightly around hers she could almost feel her magic hum in response. Now they couldn't remember whose idea it had been to go for drinks, but inhibitions loosened they had talked and teased long into the night. Severus seemed more amused by her attempts than seduced, but she was taking small wins as she could get them.
After the owner saw them to the door Hermione turned at the bottom of the steps, laughing when the normally sure-footed man nearly stumbled right into her. Her hands fell to his chest to provide some sort of counterweight, though she definitely wasn't the steadiest on her feet either. "Why Severus Snape! I do believe you are completely pissed." Chuckling deeply he simply shook his head and kept leaning towards her, staggering them backwards to a shadow between the door and the next building. "Ah not quite... If I was I might be inclined to… do this-"
His lips were crashing against hers before either of them were able to come up with one reason against it, and Hermione wasn't inclined to spend precious moments talking herself out of it. She had wanted this, him, far too long not to take advantage of an opportunity. Her tongue was the first to dart between his lips, matching the daring of her fingers to rake up through his hair. A groan vibrated through them both, so thoroughly that neither knew which body it came from. They were practically fused together at this point, the fabric of her dress twisting up between his fingers to slide that much farther up her hips.
Severus curled his hand around the back of her thigh and dragged it down, lifting her leg at the same time to hook around his side. If he wasn't careful he really would get ahead of himself and end up taking her right here on the street corner, especially with the way she was writhing and mewling against him. With threads of restraint seeping through the fog in his head he pulled back just enough to try and catch his breath. "We really shouldn't do this…"
Hermione acknowledged his words with a nod, pressing her hips more firmly against his. They could each write five feet of parchment easily about all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this. Why they never should have found each other in the first place, but the fact was they did. The hiss that escaped him was enough to spur her on as she wrapped her arms securely around his neck. "I really don't care." Her answer was breathless as she closed the distance between them again, moaning as he shoved her against the wall again with a sharp thrust of his hips. "Want you, please.. Please Severus…"
Now how could he deny her when she begged so pretty? He would blame the alcohol, the atmosphere and the shining lights reflecting in her eyes, whatever was necessary when the time came, but he couldn't deny that he wanted her too. "Patience." He murmured, molding his body to hers as his lips set a blazing trail down her neck. Something inside of him was thrumming beside his pulse, coursing through him to drink in every caress, every sound that fell almost constantly out of her insufferable mouth. It was all too eager to draw out more, but the logical side of him knew that she was likely to get them caught.
Not to mention it had been far too long, and as much as he wanted to feel her heat around him the witch deserved more. "Do you trust me?" He breathed against her skin, the answer coming without the slightest bit of hesitation. "Of course I do." There wasn't a flicker of doubt in her mind that he would ever harm her, Death Eater or no. He had done far too much to gain her respect over the years - when not being a complete arse - for her to ever really fear him.
Her focus was immediately brought back to the present as his arms tightened around her, Severus focusing even more intently on his destination so he didn't risk splinching either of them. It would be a very dangerous thing to apparate drunk, but he had managed to successfully do so while still reeling from the effects of the Cruciatus countless times. The girl seemed to know what he had in mind and tightened her grip as well, burying her face in the side of his neck. The little swipe of her tongue nearly caused his thoughts to unravel, but with a twist he pulled them through time and space.