Hermione lay pondering about her bedmate, the stoic Severus Snape, and deciding something that she would have never conceived in her Hogwarts days.
As payment for her liberation, she would give Severus his emotions back.
Well, not like she could wave her wand and fix everything, she had to reteach him how to love, care, smile, laugh, and be human again. Turning on her side, she studied Severus. His features weren't Italian or Greek like may had speculated. He looked so……….. British! But, barely anyone in Britain had inky black hair, or pale skin, perhaps it was…….. But that would be inconceivable! Black Irish? Could he be? Leaning closer, Hermione gasped. He indeed had a smattering of freckles upon the bridge of his nose. Hermione smiled to herself. The old bat had freckles!
"What are you simpering about you silly girl?" Severus groaned and opened his eyes.
"You're Irish!" She giggled. At that, Severus shot up from bed and glared down at her.
"What are you talking about?" The sheet pooled at his waist left his chest bare to her tickling fingertips.
"You have freckles, here." Hermione ran fingers down his nose. "And your hair is straight as a board. Very, black Irish." Hermione smiled.
"You must be a very good bedmate to have a mud blood smiling, Severus."
"Lucius, good morning." Severus instantly lost the smirk that had been playing his mouth.
"She's a gorgeous mudblood, is she not?" Lucius approached the bed.
"Indeed." Severus quickly covered Hermione's breasts with the sheet.
"No need to cover up such beauty, Severus. I enjoyed gazing upon them." Lucius now had his hip resting on the bed. "Perhaps I could fancy a taste?" Lucius' smile made Hermione nearly shiver.
Severus stared down Lucius knowing his last remark was not a suggestion. Wrapping an arm about Hermione's waist, he tugged her so she sat between his thighs with the sheet giving her some modesty.
"Be my guest." Severus said tightly. Lucius' eyes gleamed with triumph as he leant forward the cup one of Hermione's amble breasts in his hand and suckled one lightly. Groaning, he stood up, but with obvious evidence of his actions.
"Perhaps another time I could sample the other parts as well." Lucius' hand swiftly cupped Hermione's mound with a malicious grin.
"Perhaps." Severus said with obvious effect to remain civil.
"Or even bring my son to taste this morsel." Lucius cupped her chin in his palm. "Because, she certainly is tasty." At this, Lucius dragged his tongue up Hermione's cheek. Hermione felt nauseous and nearly wretched on the bed. Lucius pulled away with triumph in his eyes. With a nod, he apparated.
With Lucius gone, Hermione bolted from Severus' arms to the bathroom where she heaved the contents of her stomach into the porcelain throne.
"Oh God." Hermione groaned. Wiping her mouth the back of her hand, Hermione rested her head against the coolness of the toilet.
"I apologize for that, but I cannot say it will not happen again. Only if you become impregnated, then will Lucius and those dogs back off." Severus murmured.
"Then we have to get to work, don't we?"
Severus couldn't believe the fates that had blessed him. Hermione might have been an insufferable child, but she was now a beautiful woman who knew how to treat her bed partner right. Her lips, satin soft that were heaven where ever they decided to grace his skin.
At the moment, Hermione's lips were covering his own. Her moist lips were nibbling at his bottom lip and her nimble fingers were trailing down his sides. Her prison was his sanctuary, and there wasn't a thing in the world he would trade for it.
Cupping her face, Severus flipped Hermione beneath him. And took the dominant role in the kiss. His hands took their own route to gently cup her breasts then trailed to spread her thighs. Automatically, they wrapped about his slim hips and welcomed him into her. Hissing with pleasure, he paused, letting her warmth envelop him.
"Hermione." he murmured, burying his face into the soft skin of her neck. Hermione's fingers were tangled in his ribbon like hair that fell around their faces, shielding them from the glow of lanterns.
"Severus." She groaned. The rhythmic thrusts coerced moans and murmurs of pleasure from the couple.
"That little bitch has nothing of which to entice me. Less than likely will I…. Touch her…." Draco sneered as he lightly stirred the contents of his tumbler. Lucius who had arrived earlier, pressed the heel of his palm against the swelling in his trousers.
"You don't understand, you bratty tit, this girl must be broken. Severus is spoiling her." Lucius growled. "Now, pop in whenever you seem fit and have a little trounce with her and be done with it. Now I'll be seeing to your mother." With a groan, Lucius hurried from the den.
"I highly doubt she is being spoiled, but, if Father is all in a tussle….. Hell, that man gets a hard on from dogs going at it." Draco drawled. Downing the whiskey concoction, Draco set the glass down and sat in front of the fire. Remembering an old spying trick, he took a pinch of dust and threw it into the fire muttering 'Snape Manor- Main Quarters' . With a pop, a shimmering view of the vast rooms appeared. It seemed quiet until his eyes feel to the rocking bed. A glorious wealth of cinnamon hair was tossed back and flowing like a bloody waterfall, and the pale skin beneath, shone like porcelain.
It wasn't that bratty personality, or mud blood background. That body, he had to have her.
"Mine." Was all that Draco said. As he sat further back in the chair, he rubbed the stiffening in his pants until he had to release himself and service his aching need. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…." the mantra continued until his seed burst into his hands and the euphoria of orgasm made his hands tremble. "Mine."
Hermione pressed open mouth kisses against Severus' chest after their lovemaking. Both had a thin sheen of sweat covering them, but the quiet comfort of each others' bodies, made the silence standable. Resting her elbows on eachside fo his stomach, Hermione rest her chin in her palms.
"So about this Irish thing." Hermione smirked.
"Quiet."
"You hide your accent very well." She continued.
"Shut up."
"I think an accent is sexy."
"You wouldn't know sexy if it bit you in the arse." Severus bit off with a slight brogue.
"There! You said it!"
"Shut up you silly chit!" He growled. This sent Hermione into gales of laughter.
"Bwa Hahaha you said chit, and arse! Ah Hahaha!" Hermione held her sides.
"I said shut up!" Severus began to pout.
"Awe, want me to make it up to you? " Hermione sweet talked. That 'it' was nudging her shoulder. Severus' brows raised as he pointedly looked down. "Alright then." Rubbing her palm down the length of his cock, Hermione took him in her mouth and made up to him, all of the silly jests she had made.
Oblivious to their part, the lovers spent themselves giving each other a false sense of hope.
A/N: sorry it took me forever to get up. School is done, so I am tired but hap-hap-happy!
As payment for her liberation, she would give Severus his emotions back.
Well, not like she could wave her wand and fix everything, she had to reteach him how to love, care, smile, laugh, and be human again. Turning on her side, she studied Severus. His features weren't Italian or Greek like may had speculated. He looked so……….. British! But, barely anyone in Britain had inky black hair, or pale skin, perhaps it was…….. But that would be inconceivable! Black Irish? Could he be? Leaning closer, Hermione gasped. He indeed had a smattering of freckles upon the bridge of his nose. Hermione smiled to herself. The old bat had freckles!
"What are you simpering about you silly girl?" Severus groaned and opened his eyes.
"You're Irish!" She giggled. At that, Severus shot up from bed and glared down at her.
"What are you talking about?" The sheet pooled at his waist left his chest bare to her tickling fingertips.
"You have freckles, here." Hermione ran fingers down his nose. "And your hair is straight as a board. Very, black Irish." Hermione smiled.
"You must be a very good bedmate to have a mud blood smiling, Severus."
"Lucius, good morning." Severus instantly lost the smirk that had been playing his mouth.
"She's a gorgeous mudblood, is she not?" Lucius approached the bed.
"Indeed." Severus quickly covered Hermione's breasts with the sheet.
"No need to cover up such beauty, Severus. I enjoyed gazing upon them." Lucius now had his hip resting on the bed. "Perhaps I could fancy a taste?" Lucius' smile made Hermione nearly shiver.
Severus stared down Lucius knowing his last remark was not a suggestion. Wrapping an arm about Hermione's waist, he tugged her so she sat between his thighs with the sheet giving her some modesty.
"Be my guest." Severus said tightly. Lucius' eyes gleamed with triumph as he leant forward the cup one of Hermione's amble breasts in his hand and suckled one lightly. Groaning, he stood up, but with obvious evidence of his actions.
"Perhaps another time I could sample the other parts as well." Lucius' hand swiftly cupped Hermione's mound with a malicious grin.
"Perhaps." Severus said with obvious effect to remain civil.
"Or even bring my son to taste this morsel." Lucius cupped her chin in his palm. "Because, she certainly is tasty." At this, Lucius dragged his tongue up Hermione's cheek. Hermione felt nauseous and nearly wretched on the bed. Lucius pulled away with triumph in his eyes. With a nod, he apparated.
With Lucius gone, Hermione bolted from Severus' arms to the bathroom where she heaved the contents of her stomach into the porcelain throne.
"Oh God." Hermione groaned. Wiping her mouth the back of her hand, Hermione rested her head against the coolness of the toilet.
"I apologize for that, but I cannot say it will not happen again. Only if you become impregnated, then will Lucius and those dogs back off." Severus murmured.
"Then we have to get to work, don't we?"
Severus couldn't believe the fates that had blessed him. Hermione might have been an insufferable child, but she was now a beautiful woman who knew how to treat her bed partner right. Her lips, satin soft that were heaven where ever they decided to grace his skin.
At the moment, Hermione's lips were covering his own. Her moist lips were nibbling at his bottom lip and her nimble fingers were trailing down his sides. Her prison was his sanctuary, and there wasn't a thing in the world he would trade for it.
Cupping her face, Severus flipped Hermione beneath him. And took the dominant role in the kiss. His hands took their own route to gently cup her breasts then trailed to spread her thighs. Automatically, they wrapped about his slim hips and welcomed him into her. Hissing with pleasure, he paused, letting her warmth envelop him.
"Hermione." he murmured, burying his face into the soft skin of her neck. Hermione's fingers were tangled in his ribbon like hair that fell around their faces, shielding them from the glow of lanterns.
"Severus." She groaned. The rhythmic thrusts coerced moans and murmurs of pleasure from the couple.
"That little bitch has nothing of which to entice me. Less than likely will I…. Touch her…." Draco sneered as he lightly stirred the contents of his tumbler. Lucius who had arrived earlier, pressed the heel of his palm against the swelling in his trousers.
"You don't understand, you bratty tit, this girl must be broken. Severus is spoiling her." Lucius growled. "Now, pop in whenever you seem fit and have a little trounce with her and be done with it. Now I'll be seeing to your mother." With a groan, Lucius hurried from the den.
"I highly doubt she is being spoiled, but, if Father is all in a tussle….. Hell, that man gets a hard on from dogs going at it." Draco drawled. Downing the whiskey concoction, Draco set the glass down and sat in front of the fire. Remembering an old spying trick, he took a pinch of dust and threw it into the fire muttering 'Snape Manor- Main Quarters' . With a pop, a shimmering view of the vast rooms appeared. It seemed quiet until his eyes feel to the rocking bed. A glorious wealth of cinnamon hair was tossed back and flowing like a bloody waterfall, and the pale skin beneath, shone like porcelain.
It wasn't that bratty personality, or mud blood background. That body, he had to have her.
"Mine." Was all that Draco said. As he sat further back in the chair, he rubbed the stiffening in his pants until he had to release himself and service his aching need. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…." the mantra continued until his seed burst into his hands and the euphoria of orgasm made his hands tremble. "Mine."
Hermione pressed open mouth kisses against Severus' chest after their lovemaking. Both had a thin sheen of sweat covering them, but the quiet comfort of each others' bodies, made the silence standable. Resting her elbows on eachside fo his stomach, Hermione rest her chin in her palms.
"So about this Irish thing." Hermione smirked.
"Quiet."
"You hide your accent very well." She continued.
"Shut up."
"I think an accent is sexy."
"You wouldn't know sexy if it bit you in the arse." Severus bit off with a slight brogue.
"There! You said it!"
"Shut up you silly chit!" He growled. This sent Hermione into gales of laughter.
"Bwa Hahaha you said chit, and arse! Ah Hahaha!" Hermione held her sides.
"I said shut up!" Severus began to pout.
"Awe, want me to make it up to you? " Hermione sweet talked. That 'it' was nudging her shoulder. Severus' brows raised as he pointedly looked down. "Alright then." Rubbing her palm down the length of his cock, Hermione took him in her mouth and made up to him, all of the silly jests she had made.
Oblivious to their part, the lovers spent themselves giving each other a false sense of hope.
A/N: sorry it took me forever to get up. School is done, so I am tired but hap-hap-happy!