"November 1977...Wath-upon-Dearne England." Snape turned away
slightly as he began, not looking Hermione directly in the eyes. He
leaned against the wall for support.
" Voldemort offered me a place in his league for the first time. He
offered me unbelievable power...and at the time it was all I had ever
wanted. Of course, I had to pay a price to show my loyalty to the
Dark Lord. He brought me to Wath, to a hill at midnight. On top of
the hill there was an old dilapidated house. The shutters hung on
their hinges, creaking, as a cold wind picked up. The whole place
looked like it needed a paint job, and even then it would still be
classified as a shamble. Pieces seemed to break off and fall around
us as we climbed the myriad of steps. I remember everything about
that experience as if it were yesterday. I could smell the pine from
the woods about forty feet behind the house. It was raining an hour
before and the grass was slick, the air heavy, and a cold fog hung
over the place. It was like something out of a dream, something
surreal...but as we came closer, it was more like a nightmare. I
could hear a woman screaming from inside. The shrieks sounded
familiar...but I didn't think anything of it until I followed
Voldemort inside. Upstairs a solitary light bulb shone in the
shadows. Slowly Voldemort pushed open the door.
Sometimes when a door creaks I flash back to that moment...right as I
saw the woman's long black hair and deep eyes. She glanced up at me
as I entered and I could see tears cascading down her puffy cheeks.
She screamed as I entered, and I shuddered. Voldemort motioned for me
to move against the wall. He told me to keep my eyes open or he would
torture her more, harder and more painful than I could imagine. So I
watched as Voldemort performed the Imperious Curse on her. The woman
was only forty, and I stood by as Voldemort ravished her. It seems
that you've gone through a lot at forty, but not nearly enough to die,
when you've not even reached half a century. She was strong and
resisted as much as she could, but as you can imagine, Voldemort in
his prime was not resisted with much luck. He raped her, making her
move with him as he fucked her...all the while as I watched without
the luxury of darkness. When Voldemort was done he pinned her against
the wall with his wand and did the Cruciatus Curse to her. I watched
her small body writhe with pain until he laughed, cold and dark.
Finally he relented...and her torn, broken, disheveled body fell to
the floor. He at last pointed his wand at her forehead, and executed
the last unforgivable, the most horrible curse of them all. Avada
Kedarva. In a flash of green light and the most horrible scream I've
ever heard she was gone. She died calling the name of her only
child...mine.
It took a while for the full weight of the fact that I had stood and
done nothing as my own mother was beat, raped, and killed, and then I
felt pain as you cannot imagine, and will not ever imagine to even a
fraction of what it was. I was an official Death Eater now, and I had
passed initiation." Snape's eyes were on fire. His knuckles were
white as he clenched them next to his sides. He pivoted on his heel
and began to stalk away.
He jerked to a halt as Hermione grabbed him with a strength he would
not have thought her capable of. He glanced down as she spun so that
he was facing her. Her brown eyes were dark with sorrow as tears
poured down her face, soaking her robes.
"I still love you, Severus. I don't care what you did as a Death Eater. It's just like that quote... 'The past is a different country, they do things differently there'. I told you how I felt before. I don't care what you did; I will always love you. Knowing your past will only help me to understand you better...I won't judge you Severus, not on that. Not now, not ever. You aren't going to scare me away." She put a firm hand on his shoulder. Hermione watched as Snape looked her over, seemingly analyzing her. His guard dropped, and she saw the amazement in his eyes.
"But what of my age?" He asked, incredulous. "I'm too old for you."
Hermione smiled. "What is age? Age is knowledge and wisdom, maturity and experience. Age is truth and power, all of which I desire in a man. You and I are meant to be together. We're here, together, now. Age is merely a number...true age cannot be quantified so simply. Love has no age, Severus."
"Hermione..." Snape started, speechless. Hermione took the chance to wrap her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm so in love with you, and nothing will ever change that." She breathed, her words warm through his robes. Snape gazed into her eyes as he lifted her chin with his hand. Hermione grinned. "No matter what you do I believe there is an 'us'. I'm not going to let that go." Snape let out a soft laugh.
"If anything happens to you I..." he started. Hermione placed a finger over his lips.
"I know." She whispered. "I can take care of myself. I'm not a child."
"I know." His lips curved upwards in a smile. Hermione lifted her head towards him the smallest bit, but Snape caught her movement and dipped his head with hers. His lips brushed hers ever so slightly as he planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Follow me." He breathed, and began the trek to his private chambers, Hermione by his side. He led her down the twisted paths, the portraits mostly empty here because of the darkness and absence of heat that were the signature of the dungeons. Hermione grabbed Snape's hand and entwined her fingers with his. To her surprise he smiled, and his face lit up in carefree ecstasy. He spoke his password quickly and pushed Hermione against the back of the door to claim her lips in a hungry kiss. A hand slid down to knead her breasts as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Hermione shivered as Snape pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his want for her. She lifted her hips and he grinded into her, leaving her hot and breathless. Hermione's arms flew to the back of his neck and she pulled him towards her, his tongue burrowing deeper in her throat. She moaned. Her fingers massaged his scalp as she tousled his hair, desperate for any other way to feel his skin with hers. He dropped his hands to cup her ass and lift her, using his weight to slide his knees under her. He put a hand between her legs to support her, and his thumb rubbed her from over her pants. She wrapped her legs around his waist and propelled herself forward, crushing his hand between her wetness and his cock. The friction of her, moist and soft, against him, long and rigid, caused a growl from the deep of his core and she smiled against his kiss. He licked her lips, outlining them with his wet, velvet tongue. Hermione reached a slender arm around his waist and under his ass to stroke the underside of his cock. He dropped his lips to her neck and sucked, drinking in her creamy skin. His teeth scraped down her chest, drawing her clothes down. She pulled him closer and grabbed his robe, buttons scattering as she ripped it apart, exposing a black silken shirt. She pressed her hands against his chest, circling the material around her fingers. She pulled it up to his shoulders, and he whispered,
"Hold on to me." She squeezed her legs around him and dropped her arms to encircle his waist. He pushed his knees forwards again, holding her up. He reached up and discarded his shirt haphazardly on the floor. Hermione pushed up to him and pressed her lips to his, feeling empty from the loss of his kiss even in the few seconds of its absence. Snape turned and Hermione gasped as she was pulled from the wall. Her fingers dug into his back as she attempted to hold on, giggling along the way. He stumbled backwards a bit under her weight, walking to his room. A few steps more and he gave under her. The two fell to the ground. Hermione cracked up as she landed on top of him and Snape, hearing her giggles, began to laugh with her. Hermione caught her breath at the uncharacteristic display of Severus Snape laughing. She decided for the moment, however, that she liked him better silent and placed her hands on his face and quieted him with a fervent kiss, her teeth worrying his bottom lip between them. She trailed a warm hand down his stomach, pressing against his muscles. She spread out her fingers, tickling a path to the edge of his pantline. She undid the buttons tantalizingly slow, eliciting a dark moan from him. Hermione glanced up as two strong hands were placed over hers, urging her to speed the process up. He then gently placed a hand between her breasts and guided her up so that he could stand. His pants pooled around his ankles. He quickly stepped out of them, and wrapped an arm under her knees as she held on to his neck, and he carried her honeymoon-style down the rest of the hall. He murmured another password to unlock his door and plopped Hermione on his bed, the both of them laughing. It was enough just being together to make each happy. Snape advanced on her and Hermione crawled backwards until she reached the dark headboard.
"You're such a tease!" She breathed, amazed.
"Me?!" He asked in mock innocence, eyes wide as he undressed her. "No!" He blew on her exposed skin and she shivered in delight. "Never." He remarked as he stopped and leant back, taking his hands off slightly, so that his fingers felt like feathers trailing down her stomach. Hermione gave a frustrated groan. He took the signal and pulled her shirt over her head, his hands then flying to trace the lacy outline of her bra. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he brushed her nipples underneath the tight fabric. She hardened under his touch, his every move drawing liquid fire to drip from her core, and she moved under him anxiously. Snape reached a sturdy hand behind her and Hermione's bra was off in a fluid motion. Her breasts fell forward, longer without the confines of the lacy fabric. He held them, feeling their weight in his hands. He extended the velvet tongue Hermione had already begun to know so well. She shuddered in anticipation as he dipped and touched the edge of her nipple with it. Hermione groaned, her voice seeming to liquify on its way to Snape's ears. He resisted the temptation to pound into her, wanting to make it perfect for her, and enclosed the nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled and whirled and licked her into a frenzy as his other hand made it underneath her pants to find a lack of underwear. He paused, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"What?" She protested, "Can't the Head Girl ever have a little fun?!"
"I suppose," he cooed, his motions stopping. Hermione gave a tiny growl from the back of her throat.
"Bloody hell, Severus! Don't stop!!!" Snape smiled, giving her an apologetic nod before pulling the remaining clothing from her body. Hermione shut her eyes in bliss as he climbed out of his boxers and pressed himself to her, bringing skin to skin. She could feel his erection against her thigh and in one perfect swoop she flipped on top of him and nudged his cock into her.
"Already?" He questioned, an amused glint in his eyes.
"Take me now, and take me hard. We'll have time enough later to take it slow. All I want right now is to feel you inside me."
Snape didn't reply. Instead he pushed forward, burying himself in her. Hermione whimpered as their hips began a rapid rhythm.
"So...good..." She cried as he thrusted inside her. Hermione could feel him pushing against her walls and the steady wetness from her core. She screamed out as he pulled on a nipple and found her tongue with his. The sheer sensation of him touching her all over brought her down and she orgasmed, holding on to him as if she would fall. Pins of pleasure erupted all over her. Snape heard his name as she called it over and over. Just when he felt her relax around him, he began to move in long, hard strokes. He grunted as she came back to earth to slam her hips forwards. Sweat trickled off their bodies, the smell of sex filling the room. Hermione covered his ass in her hands and pulled, driving him farther in than she thought possible. She lowered her face to his chest and sucked fiercely on his nipples. At a glance up from Hermione, Snape came, the passion in her eyes driving him over the edge as he pumped twice more to bring her with him. They flew, higher than just two bodies on a bed as their souls joined, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. He went to move, beginning to slide out of her, but Hermione put a hand squarely on his chest.
"Stay."
They slept, each cradled in the other's arms.
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Hermione awoke to a small pressure against her thigh. Still half asleep, she kept her eyes closed as the touch continued upwards, brushing tenderly over her clit. She stretched, and the touch slipped into her. She gave a soft purr as the touch, which she now recognized as a finger, stroked her from the inside. Another finger was then trailing up her thigh slowly, and Hermione wondered through a haze of sleep if it would ever reach her center. The seconds seemed like days as she waited to feel it in her core. It made it then, pressing in time with the first and Hermione called out Severus' name lightly as the touches pushed and pulled on her inner walls.
"Hermione." He whispered, and her eyes opened drowsily. "I love you."
Tongue replaced fingers.
"Severus..." She panted, looking down at his long naked body atop hers. He glanced up, and the sight of the love in his eyes as he was down on her made her jerk. Hermione marveled at how her body reacted to him, and him alone. It was indeed the way to wake up. Snape held her hands as she came. He kissed the insides of her knees sweetly, then licked away the residue from her arousal. When she was fully aware again, a few long moments after her climax, he led her hand in hand to his bathroom. Hermione gasped at the beautiful sight before her when he opened the door.
slightly as he began, not looking Hermione directly in the eyes. He
leaned against the wall for support.
" Voldemort offered me a place in his league for the first time. He
offered me unbelievable power...and at the time it was all I had ever
wanted. Of course, I had to pay a price to show my loyalty to the
Dark Lord. He brought me to Wath, to a hill at midnight. On top of
the hill there was an old dilapidated house. The shutters hung on
their hinges, creaking, as a cold wind picked up. The whole place
looked like it needed a paint job, and even then it would still be
classified as a shamble. Pieces seemed to break off and fall around
us as we climbed the myriad of steps. I remember everything about
that experience as if it were yesterday. I could smell the pine from
the woods about forty feet behind the house. It was raining an hour
before and the grass was slick, the air heavy, and a cold fog hung
over the place. It was like something out of a dream, something
surreal...but as we came closer, it was more like a nightmare. I
could hear a woman screaming from inside. The shrieks sounded
familiar...but I didn't think anything of it until I followed
Voldemort inside. Upstairs a solitary light bulb shone in the
shadows. Slowly Voldemort pushed open the door.
Sometimes when a door creaks I flash back to that moment...right as I
saw the woman's long black hair and deep eyes. She glanced up at me
as I entered and I could see tears cascading down her puffy cheeks.
She screamed as I entered, and I shuddered. Voldemort motioned for me
to move against the wall. He told me to keep my eyes open or he would
torture her more, harder and more painful than I could imagine. So I
watched as Voldemort performed the Imperious Curse on her. The woman
was only forty, and I stood by as Voldemort ravished her. It seems
that you've gone through a lot at forty, but not nearly enough to die,
when you've not even reached half a century. She was strong and
resisted as much as she could, but as you can imagine, Voldemort in
his prime was not resisted with much luck. He raped her, making her
move with him as he fucked her...all the while as I watched without
the luxury of darkness. When Voldemort was done he pinned her against
the wall with his wand and did the Cruciatus Curse to her. I watched
her small body writhe with pain until he laughed, cold and dark.
Finally he relented...and her torn, broken, disheveled body fell to
the floor. He at last pointed his wand at her forehead, and executed
the last unforgivable, the most horrible curse of them all. Avada
Kedarva. In a flash of green light and the most horrible scream I've
ever heard she was gone. She died calling the name of her only
child...mine.
It took a while for the full weight of the fact that I had stood and
done nothing as my own mother was beat, raped, and killed, and then I
felt pain as you cannot imagine, and will not ever imagine to even a
fraction of what it was. I was an official Death Eater now, and I had
passed initiation." Snape's eyes were on fire. His knuckles were
white as he clenched them next to his sides. He pivoted on his heel
and began to stalk away.
He jerked to a halt as Hermione grabbed him with a strength he would
not have thought her capable of. He glanced down as she spun so that
he was facing her. Her brown eyes were dark with sorrow as tears
poured down her face, soaking her robes.
"I still love you, Severus. I don't care what you did as a Death Eater. It's just like that quote... 'The past is a different country, they do things differently there'. I told you how I felt before. I don't care what you did; I will always love you. Knowing your past will only help me to understand you better...I won't judge you Severus, not on that. Not now, not ever. You aren't going to scare me away." She put a firm hand on his shoulder. Hermione watched as Snape looked her over, seemingly analyzing her. His guard dropped, and she saw the amazement in his eyes.
"But what of my age?" He asked, incredulous. "I'm too old for you."
Hermione smiled. "What is age? Age is knowledge and wisdom, maturity and experience. Age is truth and power, all of which I desire in a man. You and I are meant to be together. We're here, together, now. Age is merely a number...true age cannot be quantified so simply. Love has no age, Severus."
"Hermione..." Snape started, speechless. Hermione took the chance to wrap her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm so in love with you, and nothing will ever change that." She breathed, her words warm through his robes. Snape gazed into her eyes as he lifted her chin with his hand. Hermione grinned. "No matter what you do I believe there is an 'us'. I'm not going to let that go." Snape let out a soft laugh.
"If anything happens to you I..." he started. Hermione placed a finger over his lips.
"I know." She whispered. "I can take care of myself. I'm not a child."
"I know." His lips curved upwards in a smile. Hermione lifted her head towards him the smallest bit, but Snape caught her movement and dipped his head with hers. His lips brushed hers ever so slightly as he planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Follow me." He breathed, and began the trek to his private chambers, Hermione by his side. He led her down the twisted paths, the portraits mostly empty here because of the darkness and absence of heat that were the signature of the dungeons. Hermione grabbed Snape's hand and entwined her fingers with his. To her surprise he smiled, and his face lit up in carefree ecstasy. He spoke his password quickly and pushed Hermione against the back of the door to claim her lips in a hungry kiss. A hand slid down to knead her breasts as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Hermione shivered as Snape pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his want for her. She lifted her hips and he grinded into her, leaving her hot and breathless. Hermione's arms flew to the back of his neck and she pulled him towards her, his tongue burrowing deeper in her throat. She moaned. Her fingers massaged his scalp as she tousled his hair, desperate for any other way to feel his skin with hers. He dropped his hands to cup her ass and lift her, using his weight to slide his knees under her. He put a hand between her legs to support her, and his thumb rubbed her from over her pants. She wrapped her legs around his waist and propelled herself forward, crushing his hand between her wetness and his cock. The friction of her, moist and soft, against him, long and rigid, caused a growl from the deep of his core and she smiled against his kiss. He licked her lips, outlining them with his wet, velvet tongue. Hermione reached a slender arm around his waist and under his ass to stroke the underside of his cock. He dropped his lips to her neck and sucked, drinking in her creamy skin. His teeth scraped down her chest, drawing her clothes down. She pulled him closer and grabbed his robe, buttons scattering as she ripped it apart, exposing a black silken shirt. She pressed her hands against his chest, circling the material around her fingers. She pulled it up to his shoulders, and he whispered,
"Hold on to me." She squeezed her legs around him and dropped her arms to encircle his waist. He pushed his knees forwards again, holding her up. He reached up and discarded his shirt haphazardly on the floor. Hermione pushed up to him and pressed her lips to his, feeling empty from the loss of his kiss even in the few seconds of its absence. Snape turned and Hermione gasped as she was pulled from the wall. Her fingers dug into his back as she attempted to hold on, giggling along the way. He stumbled backwards a bit under her weight, walking to his room. A few steps more and he gave under her. The two fell to the ground. Hermione cracked up as she landed on top of him and Snape, hearing her giggles, began to laugh with her. Hermione caught her breath at the uncharacteristic display of Severus Snape laughing. She decided for the moment, however, that she liked him better silent and placed her hands on his face and quieted him with a fervent kiss, her teeth worrying his bottom lip between them. She trailed a warm hand down his stomach, pressing against his muscles. She spread out her fingers, tickling a path to the edge of his pantline. She undid the buttons tantalizingly slow, eliciting a dark moan from him. Hermione glanced up as two strong hands were placed over hers, urging her to speed the process up. He then gently placed a hand between her breasts and guided her up so that he could stand. His pants pooled around his ankles. He quickly stepped out of them, and wrapped an arm under her knees as she held on to his neck, and he carried her honeymoon-style down the rest of the hall. He murmured another password to unlock his door and plopped Hermione on his bed, the both of them laughing. It was enough just being together to make each happy. Snape advanced on her and Hermione crawled backwards until she reached the dark headboard.
"You're such a tease!" She breathed, amazed.
"Me?!" He asked in mock innocence, eyes wide as he undressed her. "No!" He blew on her exposed skin and she shivered in delight. "Never." He remarked as he stopped and leant back, taking his hands off slightly, so that his fingers felt like feathers trailing down her stomach. Hermione gave a frustrated groan. He took the signal and pulled her shirt over her head, his hands then flying to trace the lacy outline of her bra. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he brushed her nipples underneath the tight fabric. She hardened under his touch, his every move drawing liquid fire to drip from her core, and she moved under him anxiously. Snape reached a sturdy hand behind her and Hermione's bra was off in a fluid motion. Her breasts fell forward, longer without the confines of the lacy fabric. He held them, feeling their weight in his hands. He extended the velvet tongue Hermione had already begun to know so well. She shuddered in anticipation as he dipped and touched the edge of her nipple with it. Hermione groaned, her voice seeming to liquify on its way to Snape's ears. He resisted the temptation to pound into her, wanting to make it perfect for her, and enclosed the nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled and whirled and licked her into a frenzy as his other hand made it underneath her pants to find a lack of underwear. He paused, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"What?" She protested, "Can't the Head Girl ever have a little fun?!"
"I suppose," he cooed, his motions stopping. Hermione gave a tiny growl from the back of her throat.
"Bloody hell, Severus! Don't stop!!!" Snape smiled, giving her an apologetic nod before pulling the remaining clothing from her body. Hermione shut her eyes in bliss as he climbed out of his boxers and pressed himself to her, bringing skin to skin. She could feel his erection against her thigh and in one perfect swoop she flipped on top of him and nudged his cock into her.
"Already?" He questioned, an amused glint in his eyes.
"Take me now, and take me hard. We'll have time enough later to take it slow. All I want right now is to feel you inside me."
Snape didn't reply. Instead he pushed forward, burying himself in her. Hermione whimpered as their hips began a rapid rhythm.
"So...good..." She cried as he thrusted inside her. Hermione could feel him pushing against her walls and the steady wetness from her core. She screamed out as he pulled on a nipple and found her tongue with his. The sheer sensation of him touching her all over brought her down and she orgasmed, holding on to him as if she would fall. Pins of pleasure erupted all over her. Snape heard his name as she called it over and over. Just when he felt her relax around him, he began to move in long, hard strokes. He grunted as she came back to earth to slam her hips forwards. Sweat trickled off their bodies, the smell of sex filling the room. Hermione covered his ass in her hands and pulled, driving him farther in than she thought possible. She lowered her face to his chest and sucked fiercely on his nipples. At a glance up from Hermione, Snape came, the passion in her eyes driving him over the edge as he pumped twice more to bring her with him. They flew, higher than just two bodies on a bed as their souls joined, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. He went to move, beginning to slide out of her, but Hermione put a hand squarely on his chest.
"Stay."
They slept, each cradled in the other's arms.
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Hermione awoke to a small pressure against her thigh. Still half asleep, she kept her eyes closed as the touch continued upwards, brushing tenderly over her clit. She stretched, and the touch slipped into her. She gave a soft purr as the touch, which she now recognized as a finger, stroked her from the inside. Another finger was then trailing up her thigh slowly, and Hermione wondered through a haze of sleep if it would ever reach her center. The seconds seemed like days as she waited to feel it in her core. It made it then, pressing in time with the first and Hermione called out Severus' name lightly as the touches pushed and pulled on her inner walls.
"Hermione." He whispered, and her eyes opened drowsily. "I love you."
Tongue replaced fingers.
"Severus..." She panted, looking down at his long naked body atop hers. He glanced up, and the sight of the love in his eyes as he was down on her made her jerk. Hermione marveled at how her body reacted to him, and him alone. It was indeed the way to wake up. Snape held her hands as she came. He kissed the insides of her knees sweetly, then licked away the residue from her arousal. When she was fully aware again, a few long moments after her climax, he led her hand in hand to his bathroom. Hermione gasped at the beautiful sight before her when he opened the door.