Chapter 55: Confession Amid Confusion

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Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England,Wizarding World...

The familiar keen sting had dulled some as Regulus Snape turned up is fifth bottle of firewhiskey as he sat alone in the sitting room of his late father's childhood home back in the nearly forgotten town of Cokeworth England. He had not understood what had changed between the previous night's passionate exchange with Hermione Granger and the early morning's awkward dismissal.

He had believed he'd given the witch everything she asked him to the night before, despite the uncomfortable event of having to engage her on the sofa. He understood that the bed had been off limits, she and freckles shared that bed for a good many years prior to his untimely demise.

Still it was quite a puzzling turn of events for the son of Severus Snape. He'd been half way through his bottle of firewhiskey when he heard a hurried knock on the front door. Thinking it was condescending Potter again, he answered it looking for a fight.

The raven haired wizard found himself pleasantly surprised by the appearance of Hermione Granger as she looked upon the half naked wizard nervously fiddling with her hands as she sought the appropriate use of language to offer an apology.

"I took a chance that you'd be home." she said finding it difficult to brave the harsh gaze he rightly turned upon her given her behavior toward him when morning arrived despite their closeness the night before. "I'm so sorry for the way I've treated you...it was quite a shock to awaken with you on the sofa...I'm not use to waking up beside anyone except..."

"Freckles." replied Regulus somewhat understanding.

Hermione nodded.

The towering American wizard sighed pulling Hermione in to his embrace and into the house in the process. She'd been unable to hold back her tears as she clung to him unsure if she had the right to mourn the loss of her husband especially given she'd been in the presence of her most recent lover.

"Thank you for being so understanding." she said clinging to him. "I know you two didn't get along...and I know he wasn't the best husband in the world but he was my friend long before he was my husband...we attended Hogwarts together."

"That's a hell of a long time to know somebody." replied Regulus leading her from the door way toward his sofa as he kicked the door closed behind him.

He sat down and Hermione followed ending up on his lap in place of the sofa due to a misstep despite Regulus being more comfortable with her closeness. He kissed her shoulder taking care to wrap his arms around her while holding onto the bottle of firewhiskey that he'd carried with him to the door when he answered it.

"You drink this swill?" she asked with an arched brow.

"It's the old man's go to drink." replied Regulus with something of a smirk. "Being such an expert on him you think you'd know that."

"He didn't make it a habit of drinking in front of students." said Hermione with narrowed eyes in defense of her former Potions Professor.

"Of course not." replied Regulus with the continued smirk. "So...about last night...was it a one time thing or...?"

Hermione took a moment to consider her reply.

"Last night was exactly what I needed." she admitted. "But I'd be lying if I didn't bring up the fact that it was mostly due to my needing to feel something other than despair over the loss of Ron."

Regulus nodded in understanding.

"So where does that leave us?" he asked with an arched brow in the style of his late father.

Hermione didn't offer a reply this time around as she turned to face him pressing her lips into his pale ones. Regulus returned the kiss without a moment's hesitation and the two of them found themselves trailing along the line of the previous night's antics.

A growl escaped the son of the Potions Professor as he pressed the amber eyed witch against his father's threadbare sofa and they began to increase the intensity of their mutual kissing.

"Fuck..." said Regulus feeling his erection get the better of him. "If this isn't what you want you'd better tell me now because if we go any further I don't think I can stop myself."

Hermione smiled at him noting his genuine concern for her.

"It's what I want." she replied kissing him once more.

Regulus groaned before lifting the witch and himself off the sofa and started toward the narrow staircase leading to the bedrooms on the second floor of the slowly renovated brick house that had once belonged to Headmaster Severus Snape.

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The Master Bedroom, Spinner's End, Cokeworth England, Muggle World...

The moment Hermione Granger's back touched the mattress of the master bedroom, she knew the extent of what Regulus Snape had been holding back during their time on the sofa. His powerful thrusts had tossed her about the bed much as they had the whore he'd been bedding upon their first meeting.

She couldn't help but wince upon the onset of his entry given how much larger he'd been than Ron and her lack of practice with someone as experienced as him. For his part, Regulus was unable to think of anyone he'd taken to be being as good as the witch he had below him amid the tangled mass of crisp white sheets and tossed about pillows.

"Fuck..." he hissed each time he slid between her slender thighs in the wake of his repeated thrusts. "Fuck...so...good...fuck..."

He had gotten more into the act but Hermione politely discouraged his willingness to forget she'd been a bit more out of practice than the whores he'd taken in the past.

"S-Sorry." he grunted still thrusting albeit at a slower pace to get her use to his massive size. "Force of habit."

Hermione sighed as she found herself reeling from the onset of pleasure due to this less than savory American wizard. It still amazed her that he was the son of her former Potions Professor well hidden from the world in the wake of his spy work for the Order of Phoenix.

"Fuck this is so hot...who the fuck leaves a witch as good in bed as you are for a frequently used whore..." groaned Regulus losing himself in the sensation of pleasure that filled him as he continued to thrust into the amber eyed witch whom had reached up a placed a finger against his lips.

He kissed her along the exposed flesh of her neck without another word.

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Unknown Location, Unknown World...

The masked wizard known as Arcturus had been pleased with the news of the deaths of Ronald Weasley and Kingsley Shackbolt hit the streets and everyone was on edge waiting for Harry Potter to do something about the dangerous group that had taken the wizarding world by storm.

"Everything is going according to plan, father." said the masked wizard. "You shall be avenged in due time and the wizarding world will never be so bold as to declare that idiot Potter a hero in your wake ever again."

Arcturus turned his attention to the crowd of his stanch followers all masked and wearing dark black robes.

"It is time we put the next phase of the plan into action." he announced. "Let's give the wizarding world that which they desire most and put their minds at ease...if only for the moment."