Chapter 32

The Valentine's dance wrapped up, and the two head students made quick work of the clean-up. Like the Yule ball, McGonagall and Snape walked the two back to their rooms. The four chatted about the dance, schoolwork and Hermione's pending interview at the ministry. Severus and Hermione stole glances at each other, smiled and fought the urge to hold hands. They were doing an admirable job of being prudent (publicly anyway) and made sure others saw that things were at a courteous distance.

McGonagall and Draco noticed this and thought, Who do they think they are fooling? Only four people knew what was really going on, (Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ginny and Draco) and they kept it to themselves. The budding relationship was causing no visible trouble, no appearance of impropriety. Although technically wrong, there was no stopping it now. As Severus predicted, there was gossip surrounding the two, but it was gossip of the idiotic kind, Hogwarts kind of gossip.

At the doors to their rooms, thanks and good nights were said and the two lovers slowly walked away from each other. It was late, close to midnight, so the fifth through sixth years were excused from morning classes. In her bathroom, Hermione was singing "At Last" in the shower, enjoying the hot water as it ran down her body. Through her singing, the noise of the running water and the steam build-up, Hermione did not hear Severus floo into her room. She did not see him enter the bathroom either. He listened to her sing for a minute. Then he walked to the shower stall and opened the door. She shrieked from being startled so suddenly.

"Severus! You scared the wits out of me!"

"I apologize. I had to come see you."

"I'm glad you did. Want to join me?"

"Always my dear," he said huskily.

Hermione concentrated, pointed her index finger at him, made a circle then waved her hand down. Severus' clothes fell to the floor. He stepped into the shower.

"Ahh. I see you've been practicing. Very good."

"Well, I do need to practice on someone besides myself. After the fiasco with Ron, neither him or Harry will let me practice the wandless magic on them," she said as Severus lathered her up.

"Dare I ask?" he asked.

"Let's just say that if I ever see Ron's boxers again, it will be too soon."

"I see," he chuckled, massaging her breasts.

"That's so relaxing. Arousing too," she murmured. He scooted to behind her and wrapped his arms around her. For a few minutes, they did nothing but hold each other in silence while the shower ran.

"Hermione, what are you thinking about?" He said running his hands through her wet hair.

"You. Us. Everyday I wake up wanting to be with you more and more. As much as I love Hogwarts, I can't wait to leave and be with you. Time seems to be crawling by," Hermione said poutingly.

Severus turned her around to face him, "Hermione, you're pouting." He kissed those pouty lips. She ran her fingertips over his chest, then placed light kisses on his chest.

"I see it a bit differently Hermione."

"How?"

He turned off the shower. "Simple. Every day that passes is one day closer to being with you."

"Severus, just when I thought I couldn't be any more in love with you, you go and say something like that. It sounds like one of the sappy songs I played earlier."

"Sappy?" he said patting her with a towel.

"Yes, sappy. And do know what? I don't care. I'm just sappy over you." she said with amusement. That would be great on t-shirt! she thought.

Wrapping the towel around her and one around his waist, they made their way to the bed. She dried her hair with a drying spell and he brushed it. They enjoyed how comfortable they were with each other. He pulled her closer, kissing the back of her neck below her ears.

"Severus, you know how much I love that…"

"Yes, that's why I'm doing it."

"What else are you going to do?"

"Shall I show you?"

"Please do."

Her took the towel off and motioned for her to lay down on her stomach. He reached to his robe lying on the chair by the bed and got a bottle from the pocket. "A massage lotion made just for you." he whispered. It smelled like vanilla. "Smells nice."

After a few minutes, she felt tingling and warm on her back and ass where he had rubbed the lotion in. He ran his fingertips down her back to her ass, and she shivered with pleasure and was brought to a heightened state of arousal.

She turned her head and asked, "What kind of lotion did you say that was? It makes me want to shag you senseless."

"It is a skin moisturizer." She raised her eyebrows to him.

"It also heightens the sensitivity of the nerve endings."

"It works well." she moaned as he rubbed her ass again.

She took the lotion, sniffed it and poured some into her hands. Grinning a wicked smile, she moved her hands to his penis.

He held up his hand and said, "My dear, if you apply that there, I may lose consciousness."

"You haven't applied it to yourself?"

"No actually."

"Well let's just think of it as a science experiment."

"By all means, proceed then, in the interest of science."

She applied the lotion to his member and his erection was so engorged he groaned in painful pleasure. She stroked the length of his shaft and he shivered and moaned. She looked at him demurely and asked,

"It smells like vanilla, so does it taste like vanilla?" He raised an eyebrow.

She wasted no time and attacked him like her favorite ice cream cone. Severus flopped back onto the bed moaning and groaning incoherently. When she saw that his eyes were closed, she made a quick move and impaled herself on his throbbing cock. He literally jumped at the sudden feeling of her warm tightness around him and panted.

"Good lotion." she whispered and rocked slowly up and down. He massaged her still sensitive ass. He then realized the lotion was now in her.

Great Merlin's robe, what that must feel like for her! he thought.

"Oh…" she whimpered. She rode harder as she savored the feeling of the lotion inside her. It was unbelievable. She felt dizzy from pleasure. She felt like she couldn't ride him hard enough. Must be from the lotion!

"Hermi..I'm…to..c..uhhh.." he couldn't hold back anymore. He came with a surprised shout as she arched her back, threw her head back and climaxed with a gasp, a prolonged moan then bucked harder riding the feeling out. She wavered then fell to the bed. "Sever…." and she passed out with a smile.

The next thing she knew, she felt a cool cloth being pressed to her head and neck. Severus was looking at her with concern. She sat up.

"Wow." she said.

"Hermione, I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I should not have even brought it here."

"Sorry? For the best orgasm of my life?" she declared.

"My little minx, you lost consciousness."

"From pleasure? I won't complain." she replied.

He continued. "In any case, I will put a label on it that says "Do Not Apply To Genital Areas." She giggled.

"Oh the horror, all the orgasmic overload that will follow."

"Funny, my dear. I will stay for a few minutes more to make certain you are well, then return to my chambers. Sometimes Dumbledore drops by Sunday evenings for a late game of chess."

"Oh alright." she pouted.

"You're pouting again." She stuck her tongue out at him and snuggled into her bed. She yawned and said, "I'll just rest my eyes for a minute."

Eyes closed, she started babbling something about a book then she grew quiet.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I love you Hermione."

When the soft sound of her steady breathing was heard, he carefully got up from the bed, put his clothes back on then walked through the floo fire. Stepping back into his chambers, he was greeted with the sight of Dumbledore setting up a chessboard. He stopped and sniffed the air.

"Severus, have you been in the kitchens? You smell of vanilla."

"Albus, let's just play."