Chapter 41
Sunday morning at breakfast, Hermione and Ginny were not present at breakfast. After Draco had escorted Ginny back to the common room, it was clear that the two would be "indisposed this morning" as Draco had put it.
"Ginny's roommates said they had a hard time getting her to bed. She cast a 'bombarda' on her pillow blowing it up then marched around the room singing chasers do it better. What in the world did her and Hermione do?" Ron asked.
"We will just ask them at lunchtime," Harry asked.
At lunchtime, they did just that. The Gryffindor table watched a completely hung over Hermione and Ginny slowly walk to their places at the table. Ginny looked a bit green in the face and her cheek was bruised. Hermione was wearing her sunglasses.
"Good morning," Harry said.
"If you say so," Ginny said.
"Ron, pass the sugar please?" Hermione asked. She loaded her coffee with it and gulped it down.
"More coffee Mione?" Ron asked.
"Yes, just hand me the whole damned carafe Ron," Hermione said.
"You two have a good time last night?" Harry asked.
Hermione and Ginny looked at each other.
"Yes we did, " Hermione said.
"We did, but my pillow didn't fare so well," Ginny said. "And where did this bruise on my cheek come from?" she asked.
"You ran into my door Gin," Hermione said.
The Gryffindor table laughed.
Hermione laid down in bed after lunch, in idea forming in her head. She had to figure out a way to make it up to Severus. She jumped up, she had an idea! She summoned Pavel and wrote Severus a message:
Severus
If you feel you can put up with me, please meet me in the room of requirement at eight p.m. tonight. I promise you won't regret it.
Love, Hermione
"Pavel, get this to Severus quick!" Hermione told the bird. He hooted and took off. She left her room to get to work. Running to the kitchen, she said "Dobby!"
At eight p.m. Severus stood outside the door to the room of requirement. It wouldn't let him in until it was ready. He felt the wards lower and walked in. What he saw stunned him. The room had soft romantic music coming from somewhere. There was a small round table in the middle of the room with candles on it and was set for dinner. The room was partially lit with floating candles. A piano was on one one side of the room and near the little table was a larger table with covered platters. He heard someone from the corner of the room clear their throat. It was Hermione and she was dressed in the stunning dress she had worn at the Yule ball.
"Sir, I'm pleased you could make it," she said softly.
Severus looked down at himself and realized he was woefully underdressed.
"Don't worry about it. You look perfect," Hermione said.
She walked to him, lifted his hand and kissed the palm of his hand.
"Please have a seat," she said pulling out a seat at the round table.
Severus could say nothing. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, ever.
"Severus, I have had your favorites prepared. Beef Wellington, rosemary new potatoes, stewed tomatoes with black forest cake for dessert. I assume this is to your liking?" Hermione asked.
"Yes Hermione it is," Severus answered.
She put the servings on his plate then put some on her own. Taking a seat at the table, they began eating. After the main course, Hermione stood to serve dessert.
"Honestly sweet, I couldn't eat another bite," Severus said. "Come here," he said holding a hand out to her. He pulled her onto his lap.
"Hermione, you didn't have to do this," Severus said.
"Yes I did. It's the best way I could think to say that I'm sorry for being so angry at you for what I see now is no reason at all," Hermione said. "I've been feeling some strain lately but that's no reason to take it out on you." Hermione said.
"Have you worked it all out?" Severus asked.
"Yes, I believe so," she replied. "But now, part two of my apology."
She walked to the piano. Looking at the sheet music, she started playing and singing:
Dancin' in the dark, Middle of the night
Takin' your heart, And holdin' it tight
Emotional touch, Touchin' my skin
And askin' you to do
What you've been doin' all over again
Oh, it's a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
What it is that won't let me go
It's your love, It just does somethin' to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough, And if you wonder
About the spell I'm under, It's your love
Better than I was, More than I am
And all of this happened, By takin' your hand
And who I am now, Is who I wanted to be
And now that we're together
I'm stronger than ever, I'm happy and free
Oh, it's a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in, no
And if you asked me why I changed
All I gotta do is say your sweet name
It's your love, It just does somethin' to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough, And if you wonder
About the spell I'm under, It's your love
By the end of the song, tears were falling down her cheeks. Severus got up from the table, hurried to her pulled her up and without a word kissed her with everything he had. After a few minutes of lip-locked heaven, Severus nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear,
"Nothing you could do would make me stop loving you," Severus said. "You are a handful, and I love you for it."
"So you forgive me?" Hermione asked.
"Do you even need to ask, silly girl?" Severus said with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm going to ask you something I should have asked you the other night," Hermione said.
"Yes?" Severus asked.
"Would you make love to me?" Hermione asked.
"Do you even need to ask, silly girl?" Severus asked again with a raised eyebrow. He had an idea.
He thought for a second and his desk in the classroom appeared in place of the piano.
Hermione gasped. She looked at him shocked.
"How did you know?" she asked softly.
"My dear, I am a legilimens," he purred in her ear. He had no intention of embarrassing her by mentioning the drunken conversation he had heard.
"I apologize for not having a robe on for you to take off, " he said.
"I'll muddle through," she said.
With a flick of her hand his clothes dropped off his body. She turned around and he unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor. She was wearing nothing but hose. She slowly rolled those off. They stood there caressing each other's nude bodies and whispering in each other's ears. Severus took her hands and led her to the desk. He stood in front of it and said,
"Love, have your way with me," he said.
With joyful lust in her eyes, she pushed him to the top of the desk. She hopped onto the desk and straddled him, slowly coming down on him.
"There's something missing," she wondered out loud.
"I know," he said. A couple of seconds later, Hermione's potions class appeared.
"That's better," she said chuckling. The illusion of Harry cried out in surprise. Paying no mind to the class, Hermione started moving slowly up and down on his throbbing cock. Glancing up to the class, she was sure this was going to be the single most erotic experience of her life. Hearing Severus' moans of pleasure beneath her exited her more.
"Let go Hermione," Severus said softly.
Let go she did. She leaned back and bucked for all she was worth. Severus thrusted up to meet her, holding back as long as he could. It was a supreme effort on his part considering the sight and sounds of his Hermione losing herself as she rode him. He felt himself coming and closed his eyes when her soft voice whispered,
"Look at me as I come Severus." Of course he would.
She had leaned forward and was leaning on his shoulders, her nails digging into him. He could tell she was about to come. Her nipples were hard as they rubbed against his and she started to whimper with pleasure. She bucked harder and faster as she came. She gasped, moaned loudly and came with a passionate shout looking at him with burning eyes. Seconds later he came, his hips coming up faster to meet her, seemingly slamming down onto him. His head was back and he moaned between gasps, taking hold her hips shouting out her name. He was shivering and she was lightly kissing his face and neck.
For a few minutes neither of them wanted to move but only to listen to each others breathing. Hermione was resting on top of him when a murmur was heard from the illusionary class. The lovers had forgotten they were there. They turned their heads to look at the beyond-shocked class. Hermione and Severus looked at each other and laughed until they cried.
"I don't know how I'm going to get through class tomorrow," Hermione said.
"No truer words were ever spoken, my dear," Severus said.