A/N: Thank you for your feedback. As many of you suggested, I kept
this chapter. I added a small bit to it, and I believe it is much
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He was still asleep when Hermione woke up. Her head was resting on
Severus's shoulder, and his arms were wrapped around her. Hermione
sighed, feeling more content than she could ever recall. Softly she
pressed her lips to his, and his eyes opened sleepily.

"Hermione." he said, a bit of amazement in his eyes at the fact that
she was still with him. He smiled. Hermione brushed a finger over
his eyelids to close them, and then returned her lips to his face,
trailing soft kisses over all the skin she could reach. Severus moved
over her then, looking down on her with a mischievous glint in his
eyes.

"Make love to me, Severus." Hermione spoke, her voice quiet and laced
with desire. In a instant, a thousand things flashed through Snape's
mind.

'She's too young, she's a student, she's so innocent, you're a
monster, she doesn't know what's good for her, she doesn't know what
she's saying, you're a disgusting deatheater monster!' Snape's brows
furrowed as he stared at the angel throwing herself upon him. Never
had he had so much trouble using self-restraint.

'Jesus! Withstanding hexes and curses from Voldemort and killing
innocent women and children are nothing compared to this.' Her brown
eyes entreated him, and she kissed him forcefully, noticing his
hesitation. Snape sighed, and gave in. 'God help me.'

Snape took her wrists and held them over her head as he dropped his
lips to her neck. Hermione moaned, trying to push herself into his
lips. She let her head drop back and he feasted upon her skin,
nibbling at the little hollows of her neck until she thrashed under
him. He drew one of his long, slender fingers down the middle of her
body, between her breasts and to her belly button. Hermione arched
under his touch, craving more of it wherever she could get it. He
circled his fingers across her stomach, stroking them up and around
her breasts, stopping just when he would near the place she wanted to
feel him most. Hermione groaned, realizing that he was teasing her,
and with her arms above her head she could do absolutely nothing about
it.

"Tell me what you want." he demanded, his voice dark and liquid.

"Please." she moaned. Severus shook his head.

"Not good enough." he removed his finger from her chest, and she
gasped almost angrily at the loss.

"Taste me. I want to feel you all...over...me." she groaned,
emphasizing her words. Deftly he unhooked her bra, and it fell to the
floor. He took her in happily. Gods she was beautiful. She could
feel his erection pressing into her, and she raised her hips to grind
into it. He shut his eyes in pleasure, and then opened his mouth
around her nipple. Hermione inhaled sharply, his tongue warm and wet
over her hardened peak. Severus swirled his mouth around her,
dragging his teeth slowly over her tip. He held her wrists in one
hand, and took the other to play on her right nipple as he continued
his sucking on the left. It was madness. 'Sweet, sweet torture.'
Hermione thought. She struggled against him, wanting her hands freed,
needing to touch him. He smiled.

He licked his way down to Hermione's navel, flitting his tongue around
her belly button. A large hand was placed behind the small of her
back to hold her up to him. Gently he nipped the string of her
panties with his teeth and pulled them down. He reached for his wand
then, from the table beside his bed, and muttered a charm.

"Conligatio."

Hermione gasped in surprise as soft silken ribbons laced her arms to
his bedposts, and both of his hands were free. He held her bottom as
he lowered his mouth to her thigh, his hair tickling her. She inhaled
as it swayed over her thigh, circling lower, and he sunk his teeth
gently into the flesh on the inside of her knee. Hermione moaned.
Snape ran his tongue down her leg as he removed her panties, and threw
them nonchalantly across the room. He played his fingers up the
inside of her thighs, stopping at the crease where her legs met her
hips. Hermione bit her lip and shoved her hips into his hands. He
trailed an exquisitely crafted finger to her center, and stroked her.
He dipped a finger in. She was hot and dripping, and he spread her
juices around her, slicking her thighs. Hermione cried out as he slid
two moist fingers over her clit and began to massage her. He touched
her lightly, drawing feather patterns. She groaned.

"More." she murmured, and Severus closed a hand over her swollen
nubbin. He squeezed, his hand moving up and down as he dropped two
fingers inside of her. He filled her to his knuckles, pressing inside
her walls. Hermione whispered his name, her eyes barely open. He
withdrew, then pressed farther into her, pumping. She tensed, her
walls contracting around his fingers. Her breathing became ragged,
faster. He listened, finding her g-spot. He stroked her there, hard
and fast, until she couldn't hold on any longer. And then a third
finger was added, and her body jolted in response.

"Severusssssss!" she screamed, her body rocking in her release. He
withdrew his fingers and held her as she slowly plummeted back to
earth. Snape untied her then, and her hands flew to tousle his hair,
pulling his lips to hers and kissing him deeply.

She noticed that he still had his boxers on. Hermione pounced on him,
startling him and knocking him off balance. She grabbed his shoulders
and held him down as she clambered on top of him. Hermione leaned
forward, licking her lips. Her chocolate hair fell around her face
and brushed against his cheek. His lips curved upwards slightly as
she moved so that her hair stroked his bare, taut chest. She pinned
him with her elbows, and he raised his head to grasp her bottom lip
between his teeth. He bit down and pulled her to him, enveloping her
in a deep, wet kiss. She pulled back enough to free the motions of
her feet, and began to curl her toes around the waistband of his
boxers. The black silk was soft against her foot and she stroked him,
pushing the fabric down to reveal his rigid length. A growl escaped
his throat, low and carnal as she yanked the fabric down past his
knees. He was big, and glistening. Hermione kissed him, her tongue
working his, her fingers pinching his nipples. He drew her to him,
their bodies slick and warm. She stretched, trying to envelope every
part of him with her, pressing her weight into him as her hand started
advancing downwards. She took one of her fingers and placed it on his
lips. He sucked it, tongue lavishing it until she was dripping.
Hermione shoved her hand between them, and grazed her slick finger
over his tip. His hips bucked in response. She laughed, soft and
deep.

Hermione shifted, lowering herself until her breath curled around his
shaft, making his eyes flash, black with desire. She placed a kiss on
his tip, and her hands caressed his balls. She held them, lifting
them and feeling their weight in her hand. She opened her mouth
around him. She was soft and warm on his hardness, and his breath
caught in his throat as she whirled her tongue around him, her hand
stroking him in long, hard strokes from tip to end.

He hardened even more, and Hermione stopped as he grabbed her hands
and pressed them to his lips.

"Stop, you're killing me." he moaned, and mounted her. He touched
her clit heavily, reveling in the throaty moans she gave him. He
pressed his tip to her opening, hovering. "You've never done this
before." He whispered. Hermione sighed, relieved that it was not a
question. She nodded slightly.

"I'll be as gentle as I can." he voiced, his lips on the curve of her
collarbone. He pressed into her slowly, a few inches into her milky
depths. Hermione groaned, her muscles relaxing as she attempted to
take in more of him. He slid out, the slick friction deliciously slow
and deliberate. Again he entered her, a little more this time. She
gasped as he swiveled his hips, pressing into her sides, rubbing. He
slid back, almost to the point where he was out of her, and buried
himself to the hilt. Hermione cried out. In a second her pain
vanished as he stroked her clit with his slick fingers, sending her
reeling with pleasure. He moved, a slow, steady rhythm beginning to
form. Hermione thought she couldn't bear to hold any more of him as
he entered her again, but he pushed farther, and she moaned, amazed at
how well he fit inside her, part of her. She was tight and hot around
him and Severus had a hard time keeping his actions slow. She pushed
herself up, capturing his mouth with hers. She sensed his need.

"Faster." She growled. "Harder." he looked questioningly into her
eyes, and she dug her fingernails into his back as she thrusted under
him. He smiled, and drove himself deeper. He plunged into her,
carnal and ferocious. Hermione screamed as he throbbed inside her,
stroking her inner barriers. In and out; the friction mounted.
Hermione could feel herself tensing, contracting around him as he
drove into her. She held on ferociously as he sweated, their slick
bodies moving in time. Snape groaned as Hermione bucked under him,
her hips flailing wildly in her need of release. She muttered his
name, and he bit down on one of her nipples. Hermione gasped and
pulled his face to hers. He stared into her eyes as he rammed into
her fiercely. She sunk her teeth into his lower lip, harder than she
intended, as he worked, feeling her lessening hold on reality.

"Say it." She demanded, their eyes open as she lapped up the blood
she had accidentally caused to form on his lip.

"Hermione..." he breathed. "I love you."

He withdrew completely then, and slammed into her a final time before
she was lost in the pleasure of her orgasm. She floated, the waves of
sincere sensation and bliss washing over her as she felt his thrusts
another few times. He came then, calling her name like a prayer. Her
heaven lasted for what seemed like days, until finally his kiss
brought her back to earth. The blood from his lip dripped onto her
breast as he drew back to look at her, still buried inside. She
stared into his eyes, his coolness and hard exterior gone, and all she
saw was love, and passion. Hermione took one of his fingers and
brushed it across her chest, the blood he had dripped onto her now on
it. She took his finger into her mouth then, and filled herself with
him. She scraped her teeth along the finger as she pulled back, and
he moved to wrap the covers around them. He stroked her hair as it
laid around her face, frizzy with heat. Severus took a few stray
strands and brushed them behind her ear, sweetly caressing her face.
She cuddled next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, a hand
coming to rest across her breast. He stroked her softly, in a lazy
rhythm, and Hermione rested her head on his chest. She let his
languid strokes lull her eyes shut...and she slept.

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Severus Snape opened his eyes cautiously.

He could feel Hermione's soft breathing against his chest. He tried
not to move, hoping to the gods that he would not awaken from a
beautiful dream, alone once again. He sighed as the sleep wore away
and reality settled. He had just slept with Hermione Granger, who
loved him! Snape smiled selfishly. Here he had this wonderful,
charming woman in bed next to him, and she loved him.

'I do not deserve her.' The thought came suddenly, and Snape tried to
push it from his memory, only making it clearer. A small voice raged
inside his mind. 'You fool, here is an amazing woman. She's destined
to become great. She's smart and brave, witty, charming, and you have
her locked in a bedroom with you. If she stays with you she'll have no
future. Soon that wonderful little sparkle in her eyes will fade and
she'll be a complete mess, and it will all be your fault. How would
you like that, to ruin the one you love most? You caused the death of
your girlfriend, your mother died calling your name. You only bring
pain to the ones who love you. You're a fucking curse. And you're
going to drag this poor little helpless girl in, just because she's in
love with you?! Love isn't enough. How can she honestly love you,
even? You're an old man, a man with a past. You can't take her along
with you, your demons will eat her alive along the way. She's young,
she doesn't know love. If you stay with her now she'll never have the
chance to go out and meet someone she deserves, she deserves a king,
and you're no king. She deserves someone other than you. So, so
different from you, Severus.' Snape sighed.

The voice was right, it wasn't enough that Hermione loved him. He
would only bring her so much pain and suffering. He laid next to her,
silently pondering. All he wanted to do was to have this girl
forever, to have her be his eternally, and yet inside he knew that he
would ruin her. He couldn't let it happen, even if it would kill him
to let her go. He couldn't do that to her.

The answer came to him as suddenly as his first thought upon waking.
He had to lie to her, had to tell her that she meant nothing to him.
Was it to late? They had only exchanged vows of love the day before,
for him the very day, and yet it seemed like forever. They had both
loved each other for quite some time, they both would feel the
timelessness they had with each other.

Gods, how he would hurt her, but she would move on, and she would
thrive. He had to convince her that this was only the result of his
bad judgment, and that the words he had spoken to her were no more
than words to get her to sleep with him. He had to break her
heart...it was the only way she'd leave him. Severus sighed, the
weight he was carrying sinking in on him. He loved her. He loved her
more than life itself, she was more vital to him than his next breath,
and he had to crush her for her own good. They had had one night, one
night to bask in the hidden love they had had for what seemed like
decades, and now it would be gone. It would be the hardest thing he
would ever have to do, to lie to her and tell her that he had used
her. 'Gods,' he thought, 'give me strength to let her go.'