After classes had ended for the day, Hermione dragged herself to her
rooms. Classes were trying, at best and Severus had been oddly quiet the
majority of the day. Shedding her heavy outer robe, Hermione ran chemical
singed hands through her brittle hair. She was too tired to take proper
care of her hair, or much less to care. Maybe, tonight, she would soak in
the large tub in her bathroom, wash her wrecked hair, and maybe indulge in
some sweets to lighten her mood.
With much more energy than before, Hermione began to undress as she headed for the bathroom.
Severus was feeling an emotion that he thought had been banished for the past year, nervousness. He wasn't about to come face to face with a hundred Death Eaters, or duel the Dark Lord, he was going to try and repair the damage on a relationship with a 5'6" whirlwind.
Hermione, the small woman had been plaguing his thoughts for the past four months, she hadn't been his top priority when she arrived earlier that year, but soon she had become a necessity to his regemine. She had taken pot shots at him with verbal barbs that he shot back with a surprising amount of good humor, and then suddenly four months ago she had suddenly shut off from him. Becoming meek and shy about him. Reverting back to Professor Snape.
Pulling out another gift from his "Secret Santa", Severus glanced at the muggle pocket watch. It was late, but the nagging feeling to go to Hermione was growing steadily and unlikely to stop.
He arrived at her rooms to find them unwarded. So, he easily entered with the mere flick of a wand. Upon his first step in, he heard the faint sound emmenating from the bathroom of water being swished about.
'It seems that the tables have been turned, Hermione.' Severus let the corner of his mouth curl up in amusement. Slipping his outer robe off, he tossed the garment onto the nearest chair. This left him in his regular black french cuffed button up, black flat front slacks, and his dress shoes. More gifts from his "Secret Santa"
Rolling the cuffs up his forearms, and raking his hair from his face, Severus took a deep breath and entered the lavender smelling bathroom. It was wide and spacious with a large french bath in the center and Hermione was in the center of the vast amounts of bubbles like a cherry on a sundae, her skin was rosy from the heat and she even had a small red flower perched in her hair. Her head was resting against the back lip of the tub as she lay sleeping.
Severus couldn't fight the urge as he knelt beside her. Placing his hands on each side of the tub, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.
A gasp burst forth from Hermione's lips as she awoke to Severus' kiss and her eyes snapped open.
"Professor Snape!" She squeaked. Severus was still leaning over her.
"What happened to Severus?" His voice had taken on a silky quality instead of its usal gravelly tone.
"Y..you hate me though!" Hermione exclaimed. "You..you do, don't you?" She squeaked as Severus deftly took down her hair.
"Hardly, what would bring this about?" His eyes narrowed.
"Y...you sent me away, like I..... I was some child." Hermione turned away so her back was to him. "You didn't want to speak to me." Her voice was ragged. "You sounded as if I were some silly, silly child!" She began to weep softly. Severus froze, her hair was soaked, as he was washing her hair.
"You.....you thought I hated you?" Severus gulped. Letting his hands dip into the water, he closed his eyes. "Hermione, I found out that day that my youngest brother had died. The only one to talk to me after I joined the Death Eaters." Severus sighed. "I apologize for the words I said." He stopped speaking when he felt a pair of wet hands cup his face.
"Oh, Severus." Hermione whispered. She leaned over and pressed her lips to Severus'. "You poor and weary man." Severus' hands rested on the underside of Hermione's upper arms as he kissed her back.
"Hermione, not out of pity. I have too much from everyone else. I just want to be taken for who I am." Severus pulled back.
"Then come here." Hermione whispered. "And I will." Severus looked up to see her with a watery smile and her sudsy hands outstretched. Toeing off his shoes and socks, he climbed in. "Severus!" Hermione exclaimed. "Your clothes!"
"They'll wash." He smiled, for the first time in 36 years, and really meant it. His fingers burned as soon as they met the smooth skin of Hermione's waist as she drifted to him in her tub. Like and otter, she curled up against him and kissed him square on the mouth.
"Like they say in muggle books, 'Kiss me you fool!' " Hermione laughed as she felt Severus' lips press against hers. His hands were curled about her bottom as he pulled her up to straddle his lap and to fully aquaint himself with the interior of her mouth.
"More than glad to." He growled and let his hands drift up to curl about her shoulders. As they kissed, Hermione began to unbutton his shirt and tug it down his arms. He was a svelte man who kept himself in good fit condition and even had a bit of a ridge to his belly where a small trail of fine hairs led into his trousers. Following it with her finger, she unbuttoned his pants and began tugging at them. "Here, let me." He said with a strained voice. Shucking them, along with his boxers, he was now even with Hermione.
"You, look delicious!" Hermione said in a fakey dramatic voice.
"And you look good enough to eat!" Severus teased back, he leaned foreward and kissed Hermione's collarbone and began to work his way toward her breasts. Hermione twined her fingers in Severus' hair and let out a sigh as his mouth curled about her nipple. She tightened her thighs about his hips and let her eyes drift shut. The large hands that had fascinated her from her first year were now driving her to distraction. Lettign her hands twine in his raven locks, Hermione let her hips rock against the reminder of Severus' need. His mouth popped from her nipple as he gasped her name. Resting his forehead against her breast bone, he groaned at the involuntary buck of his hips. "Hermione, I want you to know somethign before I lose my head." Hermione froze, her arms still draped about his shoulders.
"What?" Hermione asked quietly, anticipating and dreading the answer.
"I love you." He murmured against her skin.He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her chest and smiled. "It's taken me long enough to say so, but, I do. And if you don't love me, I'm going to apparate out of here and ask for you to be removed or even obliviated." Severus groaned.
"You won't have to, Severus. I fell in love with you during my sixth year!" Hermione exclaimed and kissed his shocked mouth.
"Gods!" His fingers contracted on her back. "I don't know how long I'm going to last with all of this news at once." Severus said in a strained voice.
"Don't worry, we've got forever." Hermione smiled as her hand snaked under the water to guide herself onto his shaft. As they slid together, the simultaneous sighs slipped from their lips in harmony.
Tonks awoke to see a plae faced Remus pressing a damp cloth to her forehead.
"Nymphie?" Remus smiled when he saw her awaken. "Thank the gods you're awake! Is the baby alright?" He pressed a hand to the baby.
"Yes." Tonks waved his hand away. She was a bit peeved that he didn't ask if she was alright, and his first concern was for the baby. Sitting up slowly, Tonks took a deep breath and began to pull herself up.
"Let me help, you wouldn't want to hurt the baby." Remus said gently, grasping her hand and pulling her up. Snatching her hand back, Tonks gave Remus a healthy glare. "I'll arrange the marriage and all you'll have to do is show up!" Remus smiled. Feeling overwhelmed, Tonks shook her head.
"Alright. Could you get me a cup of water?" She asked, reseating herself.
"Yes, right away. Want to keep the baby healthy!" Remus smiled and dashed off.
When he had left, Tonks folded her hands on her desk and rested her hands on them. It was then she wept.
With much more energy than before, Hermione began to undress as she headed for the bathroom.
Severus was feeling an emotion that he thought had been banished for the past year, nervousness. He wasn't about to come face to face with a hundred Death Eaters, or duel the Dark Lord, he was going to try and repair the damage on a relationship with a 5'6" whirlwind.
Hermione, the small woman had been plaguing his thoughts for the past four months, she hadn't been his top priority when she arrived earlier that year, but soon she had become a necessity to his regemine. She had taken pot shots at him with verbal barbs that he shot back with a surprising amount of good humor, and then suddenly four months ago she had suddenly shut off from him. Becoming meek and shy about him. Reverting back to Professor Snape.
Pulling out another gift from his "Secret Santa", Severus glanced at the muggle pocket watch. It was late, but the nagging feeling to go to Hermione was growing steadily and unlikely to stop.
He arrived at her rooms to find them unwarded. So, he easily entered with the mere flick of a wand. Upon his first step in, he heard the faint sound emmenating from the bathroom of water being swished about.
'It seems that the tables have been turned, Hermione.' Severus let the corner of his mouth curl up in amusement. Slipping his outer robe off, he tossed the garment onto the nearest chair. This left him in his regular black french cuffed button up, black flat front slacks, and his dress shoes. More gifts from his "Secret Santa"
Rolling the cuffs up his forearms, and raking his hair from his face, Severus took a deep breath and entered the lavender smelling bathroom. It was wide and spacious with a large french bath in the center and Hermione was in the center of the vast amounts of bubbles like a cherry on a sundae, her skin was rosy from the heat and she even had a small red flower perched in her hair. Her head was resting against the back lip of the tub as she lay sleeping.
Severus couldn't fight the urge as he knelt beside her. Placing his hands on each side of the tub, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.
A gasp burst forth from Hermione's lips as she awoke to Severus' kiss and her eyes snapped open.
"Professor Snape!" She squeaked. Severus was still leaning over her.
"What happened to Severus?" His voice had taken on a silky quality instead of its usal gravelly tone.
"Y..you hate me though!" Hermione exclaimed. "You..you do, don't you?" She squeaked as Severus deftly took down her hair.
"Hardly, what would bring this about?" His eyes narrowed.
"Y...you sent me away, like I..... I was some child." Hermione turned away so her back was to him. "You didn't want to speak to me." Her voice was ragged. "You sounded as if I were some silly, silly child!" She began to weep softly. Severus froze, her hair was soaked, as he was washing her hair.
"You.....you thought I hated you?" Severus gulped. Letting his hands dip into the water, he closed his eyes. "Hermione, I found out that day that my youngest brother had died. The only one to talk to me after I joined the Death Eaters." Severus sighed. "I apologize for the words I said." He stopped speaking when he felt a pair of wet hands cup his face.
"Oh, Severus." Hermione whispered. She leaned over and pressed her lips to Severus'. "You poor and weary man." Severus' hands rested on the underside of Hermione's upper arms as he kissed her back.
"Hermione, not out of pity. I have too much from everyone else. I just want to be taken for who I am." Severus pulled back.
"Then come here." Hermione whispered. "And I will." Severus looked up to see her with a watery smile and her sudsy hands outstretched. Toeing off his shoes and socks, he climbed in. "Severus!" Hermione exclaimed. "Your clothes!"
"They'll wash." He smiled, for the first time in 36 years, and really meant it. His fingers burned as soon as they met the smooth skin of Hermione's waist as she drifted to him in her tub. Like and otter, she curled up against him and kissed him square on the mouth.
"Like they say in muggle books, 'Kiss me you fool!' " Hermione laughed as she felt Severus' lips press against hers. His hands were curled about her bottom as he pulled her up to straddle his lap and to fully aquaint himself with the interior of her mouth.
"More than glad to." He growled and let his hands drift up to curl about her shoulders. As they kissed, Hermione began to unbutton his shirt and tug it down his arms. He was a svelte man who kept himself in good fit condition and even had a bit of a ridge to his belly where a small trail of fine hairs led into his trousers. Following it with her finger, she unbuttoned his pants and began tugging at them. "Here, let me." He said with a strained voice. Shucking them, along with his boxers, he was now even with Hermione.
"You, look delicious!" Hermione said in a fakey dramatic voice.
"And you look good enough to eat!" Severus teased back, he leaned foreward and kissed Hermione's collarbone and began to work his way toward her breasts. Hermione twined her fingers in Severus' hair and let out a sigh as his mouth curled about her nipple. She tightened her thighs about his hips and let her eyes drift shut. The large hands that had fascinated her from her first year were now driving her to distraction. Lettign her hands twine in his raven locks, Hermione let her hips rock against the reminder of Severus' need. His mouth popped from her nipple as he gasped her name. Resting his forehead against her breast bone, he groaned at the involuntary buck of his hips. "Hermione, I want you to know somethign before I lose my head." Hermione froze, her arms still draped about his shoulders.
"What?" Hermione asked quietly, anticipating and dreading the answer.
"I love you." He murmured against her skin.He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her chest and smiled. "It's taken me long enough to say so, but, I do. And if you don't love me, I'm going to apparate out of here and ask for you to be removed or even obliviated." Severus groaned.
"You won't have to, Severus. I fell in love with you during my sixth year!" Hermione exclaimed and kissed his shocked mouth.
"Gods!" His fingers contracted on her back. "I don't know how long I'm going to last with all of this news at once." Severus said in a strained voice.
"Don't worry, we've got forever." Hermione smiled as her hand snaked under the water to guide herself onto his shaft. As they slid together, the simultaneous sighs slipped from their lips in harmony.
Tonks awoke to see a plae faced Remus pressing a damp cloth to her forehead.
"Nymphie?" Remus smiled when he saw her awaken. "Thank the gods you're awake! Is the baby alright?" He pressed a hand to the baby.
"Yes." Tonks waved his hand away. She was a bit peeved that he didn't ask if she was alright, and his first concern was for the baby. Sitting up slowly, Tonks took a deep breath and began to pull herself up.
"Let me help, you wouldn't want to hurt the baby." Remus said gently, grasping her hand and pulling her up. Snatching her hand back, Tonks gave Remus a healthy glare. "I'll arrange the marriage and all you'll have to do is show up!" Remus smiled. Feeling overwhelmed, Tonks shook her head.
"Alright. Could you get me a cup of water?" She asked, reseating herself.
"Yes, right away. Want to keep the baby healthy!" Remus smiled and dashed off.
When he had left, Tonks folded her hands on her desk and rested her hands on them. It was then she wept.