Chapter 53: A Heat Moment Born Of Spite
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{"Hey, where did we go...Days when the rains came?...Down in the hollow...Playing a new game...Laughing and a-running, hey, hey...Skipping and a-jumping...In the misty morning fog with...Our, our hearts a-thumping...And you, my brown-eyed girl...You, my brown-eyed girl...So hard to find my way...Now that I'm all on my own..."} Brown Eyed Girl, Van Morrison
Warning: Sexual Content Ahead...
Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...
Nightfall had given way to a completely embittered Regulus Snape's antics as he went about the newly remodeled house twisting the caps off Ogren's Finest and downing the various bottles in record time. Harry Potter had done a right fine job of pissing him off and he found himself ignoring the self-righteous ingrate wizard's so called warning as he rushed out of the house his father had occupied for much of his tumultuous youth and embracing the open sky via his flight ability.
His every thought had been consumed by Hermione Granger and her eyes of living amber as he flew through the clear night sky more interested in seeing the very person that stalked his dreams and chased away his waking nightmares without any direct intervention. There was no way he was going to back down, he hadn't done so when Ronald Weasley was alive and he wouldn't be doing so with him gone.
From the first moment he met Hermione Granger, despite her initial hostility via hexing him, he had fallen in love with her through no effort on either of their parts.
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The Granger-Weasley Residence,The Burrows, Wizarding World...
Hermione Granger-Weasley had a good deal of difficulty sleeping as she went about pacing the darkened and seemingly always silent household, clad in a thick white housecoat and beneath that she also wore a pink teddy with purple flowers imprinted upon it. The children had been off to their grandparents house and she'd been alone once again. Harry insisted she take a leave of absence from work to get over her grief but that had certainly been the last thing she needed, to sit in a dark and empty house just to cry over her faithless, feckless, cheating git of a husband.
Yet there she was sitting in the dark in the center of her sitting room surrounded by little more than her own morbid thoughts about her former husband and how much he enraged her before he had been so unceremoniously killed. She couldn't understand what had been going through his mind at the last moments of his life, or why he felt the need to play hero when he was severely out-numbered and vastly out-matched.
There was a knock at her door as she found herself pulled from the darkest recesses of her own mind and back among the land of the living.
The amber eyed witch got to her feet and made her way toward the front door. She couldn't imagine whom would be visiting her home at the late hour of the night aside from Harry or Ginny attempting to check up on her.
When she opened the door however, she had been in for quite the surprise as she came face to face with a semi-drunken and heavily panting Regulus Snape. The raven haired wizard was covered in sweat and shirtless despite the cold temperatures that surrounded them.
"Regulus?" said Hermione confused as she stood looking him over.
"Hermione." he said still gathering his breath with his hands on his knees.
Noting his condition and the scent of firewhiskey on him, she rolled her eyes and pulled the rather distant wizard into her home before anyone saw him. She didn't understand what had taken him so long to come see her to begin with. It had been months since his last trip out to the burrows and he'd managed to bring flowers then.
"What are you doing here?" she asked moving about the sitting room and leading him toward the sofa she'd just been occupying before his arrival.
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked with an arched brow. "I came to see you witch."
Hermione shook her head trying hard not to envision the fallen Potions Master when Regulus spoke to her.
"Why now?" she asked shuffling about the house and making her way to and from her linen closet grabbing a nearby sheet and returning.
"Why not now?" asked Regulus. "I was engrossed in a personal project for the last few months and wanted to see it through without distraction."
"So I was a distraction?" asked Hermione bringing the crisp light blue sheet to him and wrapped it around his trembling torso.
"Something like that." replied Regulus truthfully.
Hermione continued toward her kitchen where she put a kettle on for tea. She figured she'd do her best to keep him from catching a cold before she sent him back out into the elements and it was nice to have a bit of company in the wake of so much isolation.
A few moments of awkward silence filled the wait for the tea to finish and she served them both.
"Any sugar for you?" she asked bringing forth the tea set as she sat everything down on the coffee table near her sofa.
Regulus smirked looking her over.
"What is it with you British and your tea?" he asked.
"We like it just fine thank you...much like you Americans and your coffee." said Hermione setting about adding a few lumps of sugar to her own heated cup of tea.
"I'll take mine plain." said Regulus prompting Hermione to arch a brow of her own at him.
"Have you never had tea before?" asked the amber eyed witch.
"Do you recall who my parents were?" he asked.
Shaking her head, she handed her guest the bitter tasting tea and turned her attention toward drinking her own.
More silence passed between them as they finished off their respective teas and basked in the darkness that surrounded them.
Regulus thought back to Harry Potter's callous words about him keeping away from Hermione and his insinuation that she'd been nothing but a vulnerable mess of a witch in the wake of Ron Weasley's murder. The raven haired wizard did not believe her to be any of those things as he watched her set to work cleaning away the mess they'd made via the tea and moving freely about her house.
While he recognized the all too familiar sight of someone in a good deal of pain, he didn't see a shred of weakness in Hermione Granger as she elected to wash her dishes the muggle way just to busy her hands as she stood before the kitchen sink.
If anything, Regulus suspected the witch had become increasingly lonely in the last few months and not a single person had been around to help her take her mind off her emptiness. He knew the feeling better than most as he took his time getting up from the sofa and entering her kitchen without making a sound.
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The Granger-Weasley Residence, The Burrows, Wizarding World...
As Hermione's hands became accustomed to the soapy warm dishwater that filled the sink below her, she been trying and failing to fight back the tears that had come as a result of her no longer having anything to do to occupy her time and escape the emptiness that filled her. She let out a gasp when the familiar embrace of lengthy pale hands made their way along her sides and the half naked pale body of none other than Regulus Snape pressed against hers while he trailed a series of kisses along her exposed neck.
"Regulus..." said Hermione losing herself in the sensation of being in this surprisingly strong wizard's arms.
The son of Severus Snape had taken his cues from his father as he continued to work his charms on the saddened witch as she washed the remainder of their dishes. Months of loneliness even before the untimely death of her husband brought about a desperation in the grieving witch that she suppressed only when she was able to keep busy.
Now it had been exposed for the emotionally attuned Regulus to see as he lifted her up into the air and carried her back into the sitting room. He layed her on the sofa, turning her to face him as he set to work ridding her of her thick white housecoat and knickers.
The overwhelming sweep of emotions propelled the rather nervous witch as she briefly recalled seeing all that Regulus had been capable of when in bed and driven by his lustful side. She wrapped her legs around his now equally bare waist as he rid himself of his trousers and her teddy via magic and set to work devouring her exposed average sized breast in a bid to stimulate her further.
He kissed her passionately as the two of them began to breathe heavily in the wake of the weighted emotions surrounding their efforts to be closer to one another. Regulus had not known how Ron Weasley performed when he actually took the time to bed Hermione but he was quite sure the red head wizard wasn't as well endowed as he'd been so he took his time easing his lengthy appendage into the warmth of the witch below him causing her to gasp and cling to him in shock from the apparent stretching he'd caused.
"R-Regulus..." she panted feeling him for herself for the first time.
"Oh fuck..."hissed the raven haired wizard noting his difficulty adjusting to her size in the wake of his initial intrusion.
Seeking more passion they began to allow their mutual lust to run rampant just to silence the empty echos that dwelled within them.
Just as before in the brothel, Regulus Snape's body grew tense and he began to thrust into the warm willing witch below him. The force of his movements were so powerful that they not only jolted Hermione across the sofa but rocked it along the hard wood floor in the process.
Regulus grunted gripping the cushions of the sofa below them as he stared down at Hermione.
"Oh fuck...I knew you'd be good the moment I saw you..." he growled thrusting wildly into her body. "Fuck...yes...fuck...so...fucking good..."
His words seemed to cheer the amber eyed witch up, unbeknownst to him, she didn't believe she was very good in bed and often blamed herself for why Ron sought comfort elsewhere instead of coming back to her bed.
From her perspective, Hermione gained first hand knowledge as to why the blonde whore had been babbling as Regulus thrust into her back at the brothel. She found herself doing the same thing as he continued his frantic pace sweating up a storm in the process and flexing his back and shoulder muscles in the process.
Unable to hang on to him due to the jack-hammering motion he created when thrusting, Hermione's questing hands slid down to his well toned backside as he continued to lose himself in her warmth like a mating beast unable to control himself. The amber eyed witch believed this moment well worth their initial wait, but had been saddened that it came at the price of Ron's life as tears began to flow from her eyes and down her cheeks.
"A...Am I hurting you?" asked Regulus biting her neck and kissing her cheek.
"N-No.." she replied resolving to enjoy this heated moment with the wizard she'd been fond of for quite some time.
"Then why the tears?" asked Regulus continuing his thrusts.
"Not now..." replied Hermione stroking his pale cheek and smiling rather sleepily at him.
Regulus nodded before feeling the onset of his release and shouting loud enough to awaken the dead. Had there been anyone in the house he would have awoken them for sure. Hermione wasn't any better screaming at the top of her lungs in reaction to her own release and his powerful final thrust.
Exhausted and out of breath, Regulus collapsed onto the equally panting witch and she ran her fingers through his sweat slick raven hair. Unable to fight the powerful urge to sleep, both of them drifted off without much fuss.