Sitting in his favorite arm chair in his quarters Severus looked down at the girl half asleep on his lap. Her legs draped across his thighs, her arms softly wrapped around his neck, and her head laying on his shoulder. This is the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, he thought as he sighed softly and leaned his head down to rest on top of her wild curls. The book in his hand open to a page he long sense stop reading, was forgotten. In this moment all he cared about was her.
Feeling his head lean down to hers, Hermione snuggled closer into him. His slightly unshaven stubble from not shaving this weekend scratched her forehead, but she was too comfortable and in love to pay it any mind. Not that she's ever said the latter out loud, those words had yet to be said between them, though they weren't needed. They knew they loved eachother, and they knew the other loved them in return. Maybe one day they'd say it, but for now the bliss of being surround in love, protection and comfort was enough.
Hermione took a deep breath, stretching slightly as she did so. She picked her head up to look at him. With her eyes half closed and drowsy, her cheeks flushed, and with a soft pink mark on her cheek from where she had been pressed against his shoulder, she smiled at him. A soft, loving and delicate smile.
He gave a small smile in return, one she never would have noticed a few months ago. The left side of his mouth turned up just a fraction, the area around his eyes crinkled slightly at the ends. But the real factor she always noticed was his eyes themselves. The softness they formed when he looked at her, it was almost as if she could watch his walls melt when he smiled at her, his ingrained oclumency gates opening to her when she looked in his direction. I can't believe I couldn't tell before, she thought to herself, to think we thought him emotionless and unfeeling. These past few months she's learned to watch for the smallest tilt of his head, the lift of his lips, the slight lowering of his brows; all of these little things to show her his tightly guarded emotions.
Severus lowered his book to the coffee table next to them, never taking his eyes off her. "Did you need something angel?" He asked her, bringing his hand up to brush her hair over her shoulder and behind her ear, his hand lingering and gently moving to run his thumb across her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, which never failed to make his heart swell with joy. It was moments like these that made him think, how did I even live before her? Severus lived too long having people flinch from his touch, cower from him or discard him once they have had their use for him. Lily came to mind, but he shook that thought away almost as quick as it came, there's no point in dwelling on the past when he had Hermione in his life. Showering him with her love, no matter how much the back of his mind tells him he doesn't deserve it, she was there. She hadn't left, she hadn't given up on him no matter what happened between them. Hermione was his bright future, Lily was his dark past.
"No," she smiled brighter, "I just wanted to look at you." She took her left hand and placed it over his on her cheek, turning her head she placed a soft kiss on his palm before turning back to him.
"Only you subject yourself to that on purpose." He raised an eyebrow at her as he spoke, the look her gave her would be described by anyone else as rude smirk, she knew better however.
She rolled her eyes with a small laugh, seeing his playful sarcasm. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I look at the handsome wizard who owns my heart at every opportunity." As she spoke she moved her hands to cup his face, and doing so gave him the opportunity to be the one leaning into a loving touch.
His eyes closed softly, visibly looking relaxed and peaceful. An expression Hermione could get used to seeing on his usually tense and guarded face. A soft breath left his lips as he felt her run her thumb along a small scar on his jaw. He never knew how to respond when she complimented him, even though she's been doing it for the better part of the past year. So he responded with actions instead.
Opening his eyes, he softly ran his hand across her cheek, through her hair and to the back of her head. Gently threading his fingers through her hair, he leaned foreword and placed a delicate kiss to her cheek, her nose, the corner of her mouth and finally on her lips. Hermione tilted her head towards him, sliding her hands from his jaw to his hair.
No matter the nicknames he was given, or what her friends called him, his hair wasn't greasy or gross. It was soft, thick and almost never seemed to knot. She always wants to call out her friends for their "greasy git" comments, but there was no way she could do so without spilling the fact that she's ran her fingers through his hair and snogged him senseless more times than she could count. So she clenched her jaw and kept her secret in. Harry and Ron wouldn't understand.
Their eyes both fluttered shut, leaning into each others embrace. Severus knew he couldn't bring himself to tell her his love in words, so he summoned all his love for her and put it into the kiss. Whenever he kissed her like this, passionate but not demanding and full of his love and admiration, time around her seemed to stop. It was as if there was only them, only this moment in time, only their embrace, their kiss, their love. There was no Voldemort, no war, no Hogwarts, no secret romance. Just them.
Severus' lips were soft against hers, his hand holding her to him as if he was scared she'd pull away. Their lips moved against eachother as if they were made to be. He pulled back for a second to place soft kisses along her face. He took a small breath, she smelled of lilacs. Lilacs and home.
Gently, Hermione pulled back from him. His hand falling from her hair to hold her waist. He looked her with a furrowed brow as she moved off his lap slightly, his grip tightening on her. But she just smirked at him in return, a trait that has most definitely rubbed of on her from being around him daily. As she stood he let his eyes wander down her figure. A white button up of his loosely covering her petite body and falling to her upper thigh, the top three buttons undone and falling off her right shoulder. Her Slytherin green shorts barely peaking through the bottom. His brow raised approvingly upon seeing them. He always loved to see her in green and black- his colors. It made his heart glow with pride and a small sort of possessiveness, knowing she wears those colors for him. To show that she's his as much as he is hers.
He let his eyes wander back to her face, a smirk still planted on her face. Though she began to blush watching him trail his eyes up and down her body, she didn't stop what she set out to do. Tentatively she took a step towards him, she bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead before placing her lips on his again. This time with more pressure then the soft kisses from before. Distracted by her kiss, Severus barely noticed she had straddled his lap until she sat upon his lap. However, the second she did so he gripped her hips and pulled her closer. His tongue ghosting over her bottom lip. Hermione sighed into the kiss, allowing him to brush his tongue against hers. His hands trailing under her shirt to rest directly on her waist.
Her stomach seemed to be a flutter, and her skin felt hot under his touch. Before she could even process what she was doing, she began to untuck his shirt from his pants. As their kiss deepened, she traced her fingers down his row of many buttons and then back up again. She began to unbutton them slowly, as she did so Severus' right hand trailed down to grab her ass and pull her closer. When he did this she could feel his erection straining against his pants and pressing against her thigh, she gasped slightly when she felt it.
Hearing her gasp, Severus pulled away from the kiss with a small laugh. Her lips were red, her cheeks were flushed red and her hair was a mess. "You are the most beautiful witch I have ever seen." His voice sincere and quite.
Hermione blushed with a giggle, her cheeks darkening even more than they already were. "And you are the most handsome wizard I've ever laid eyes on."
His left hand moved to her hair, brushing it out of her face. He placed a gentle kiss on her nose, "What would I be without you Hermione?"
Hermione placed her hand on her forehead in mock drama, "probably miserable!" She giggled. And in that moment he decided her laugh was the most beautiful sound he's ever had the pleasure of hearing.
He raised a brow and appeared to ponder something, "Hm, oh yes most definitely miserable." He moved his hands back to rest on her hips, tracing small circles with his thumbs and she hummed in agreement and leaned her body into his to rest her head back on his right shoulder and snuggled into his neck with a yawn. "It's getting late angel, why don't we get you to bed?"
She simply hummed and nodded in agreement. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly stood to stand up, her legs tightening around his waist while her arms lazily laid around his neck. He walked them both to his bed, wandlessly pushing back the covers to place Hermione down. "I'll be right back." He turned to his closet, grabbing a pair of black pajama pants he quickly went to his bathroom and changed, as he turned to leave he caught his reflection in the mirror. His hair was messed and his bottom lip was slightly pink, but what caught his attention was the smile on his lips and the glow in his eyes. It still took him a moment to recognise himself after moments like these with Hermione. She brought out a different person in him. She brought out Severus. Not Professor Snape. Not the death eater. Not the spy. Just, Severus.
He turned from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He walked quietly back to his bed to see Hermione already asleep. My gorgeous angel, he thought to himself as he carefully slides into bed next her. As he pulled the blankets up around them, Hermione shifted to press her self against his chest with a content sigh and a smile on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, he'll make sure she gets back to her tower early tomorrow morning. But for now all he wants is to hold her in his arms as they slept. He placed a kiss on the top of her head as they snuggled into one another, Severus falling to sleep not long behind Hermione. And tonight, no nightmares plagued his dreams. Instead he dreamed of a small house in a lilac field.