Severus became aware of many things all at once, and he couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes yet. The pounding in his head was the first sign he might have went just a little bit overboard sometime last night, but it wasn't nearly as concerning as the weight covering his left side. Surely if he'd been struck by some sort of vehicle there would have been some passerby who would find him pitiful enough to call a medic. Rejecting what was sure to be a bright light he stayed still and took a slow breath in, finding no traces in the air of the chemicals muggles liked to use for their sterilizing.
What he found instead was infinitely more surprising, traces of vanilla and something sweet he couldn't bring himself to pick out at the moment. Cracking his eyes open they widened a bit to find a mass of curls right in his face, everything from last night suddenly hitting him with the force of the Hogwarts express. Sweet Merlin, Dumbledore was going to kill him first. Not realizing he had shifted enough to make her stir he froze as she stretched out, refusing to acknowledge any cute sounds of snuffling around before slamming his lids closed again. If she thought he was asleep maybe she would be quiet in her horrified reaction.
Hermione for her part was trying not to groan with the way her head was aching. As she slowly came into her other senses and eased her eyes open, she paused at finding pale skin brushing underneath her lashes from being so close. Taking a breath in she was almost instantly comforted by the familiar scent of her Amort… and those were going to be thoughts for far, far into the future. Preferably never. Lifting her head she found the man's face smooth and his breathing even, no doubt still sleeping.
So it all had actually happened. She had drunk quite a bit but not enough to not remember, though she wasn't positive the same would be said for him. Shifting a little more onto her side she lifted her hand, trailing her fingertips very slowly down the side of his face. He looked more peaceful now than she had ever seen him, and it was a sight she wanted to commit to memory in case she didn't get the chance to take it in again.
Even with all of his self control he couldn't just lay there and do nothing, taking a breath before slowly opening his eyes and turning them to stare up into hers. The repulsion he had very much expected was nowhere to be found, though her expression held something he couldn't quite interpret. Usually he was better than this, but blaming the hangover he didn't even try to take a peek inside her mind. He didn't have the energy to do so without her awareness, though the ability was usually there. Maybe there was a part of him that didn't want to see what he was sure he would find, but even so.
The corner of her mouth turned up, just a little bit, and with only a little hesitation she dropped her head to place a light kiss on his lips. They lingered there for a moment and he almost responded, but a large hand found her shoulder and gently pushed the witch back. "We can't…" By all accounts they already were naked in his hotel, but she understood what he was saying all the same. It hadn't been wise in the first place, but she just bit her lip with a shake of her head.
"Honestly tell me that you want me to go, and I will. But… I think you feel this too." Internally she leaned into the connection she discovered last night, watching his eyes darken even more and glancing at his lips again when they did. Severus somehow managed not to groan as her magic stroked along his, reaching up and twisting his fingers around her messy curls. "Gods forgive me, but I do." Pulling her close he pressed his lips more firmly to hers, hyper aware when she moved again to straddle his waist. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure.
Hermione shivered as his hand trailed down her spine, tongue plundering her mouth before he flipped them. With a gasp she arched up as the heat of his mouth descended on her chest, grabbing the back of his head to pull him closer to her. "Oh Severus, yes.." He wasn't her first but her body had never been quite so responsive, opening up so eagerly to his fingers searching between her legs. The man was meticulous in everything, brushing so close to where she needed but never truly touching.
There was a part of Severus that cursed himself for giving in even now, but self-loathing had been a part of his life for so long. With what he had been asked to do in Draco's place, what was one more layer of sin? Here Hermione was not his student, she had told him about the time-turner, was it truly so wrong? They could talk about Hogwarts when it was time to go back, but his soul was already counting down the days to when it would be split. To have even this short term of being wanted… he would make it worth it for her. His name called in that way pushed any further hesitation out of his mind, mouth closing around the peak of her breast before he glanced up with a smirk.
For even just a moment, this witch was his, and his magic thrummed in response to the idea. Shifting backwards he settled between her legs, pressing his lips to her thigh before suddenly sinking his teeth in just short of breaking skin. His thumb found her clit at the same time and he listened as she keened, soothing the sting with slow strokes of his tongue before turning back to his prize and breathing her in. "Such sweetness, just for me."