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Chapter 26 - The Last of our confessions
The twelve-hour shift at the hospital was exhausting. It was past one in the morning when I got home that night, my stomach growled with hunger and fatigue crept through my bones. I left my coat and scarf on the hook of the entrance and peeled off the snow-soiled boots, leaving them to drain in the compartment by the door.
I was surprised to enter my living room and see Severus still awake. He was sitting in the armchair, reading a scroll with the official coat of arms of the Ministry, while Dean waited patiently by his side. Both men looked at me when I coughed to make my presence.
— Hi. — I greeted them both and laid my gaze on Dean. — Is everything okay?
Dean came up to me and hugged me.
— Yes, it is. — My friend answered with a smile, as we both went to the couch and sat down. — Except Severus received an intimation.
— An intimation? Why? — I asked curiously, looking at the stoic man in the armchair next to me.
— For illegally apparating when I don't have a license to do so. — Severus answered, extending the scroll to me. — Bureaucratic bullshit.
I ran my eyes through the lines and raised my gaze to Dean, only now noticing that he was with the official robes of the Department of Mysteries and the emblem of The Unspeakable attached to his chest. It was his night of patrols and raids.
— And why is it the Department of Mysteries that is intimating Severus? — I questioned.
Dean shrugged his shoulders in a sign of discomfort, and we had been a duo for a long time to interpret that his attitude had more to do with having this conversation in front of Severus than with me questioning a task from his department.
— Because of my past. — It was Severus who answered.
Indignation burned in my throat when Dean confirmed it with his head. None of us spoke when I crumpled the Department parchment into a ball and got up to throw it into the fireplace in front of me before heading to the kitchen and pouring myself the tea that, I knew, was waiting for me in a mug with a warming spell on the counter. Severus prepared the drink every night before going to bed, and when I got home from the hospital, one of the first things I did was sip the hot drink while relaxing from the strenuous shift I had just left.
I did not understand why Severus suffered this endless persecution because of his past. He has proven himself loyal more than once to our cause. Why then did he keep "answering" for a mistake he made when he was still a teenager? That was ridiculous.
I could hear the voices of the men in the room, until the knock of the front door announced to me that Dean had left back to the Department. I did not move from my seat in front of the counter, looking at the thin snow that fell in the darkness of the street when Severus's steps came towards me.
I let out a gentle sigh as he stopped behind me, his warm hands slid towards my waist and his nose rested against the exposed side of my neck and his lips landed gently on the back of my ear. The velvety rumble of his voice was soft when it finally sounded well below my ear.
— Forget the Ministry formalities, Hermione. Today is about us.
A shiver swept my body and I closed my eyes as I remembered his promise three days ago. We hadn't had time to be together since. I had three intense shifts, and every time I got home, he was already asleep. Implicitly I knew that today he would expect me, tomorrow is Saturday, and we have no training at Hogwarts, the last thing I expected was the presence of Dean summoning Severus for a disciplinary hearing.
His hands went up to my shoulders and the next instant, he turned me facing him, immediately landing his lips on mine, but he did not kiss me. Just put his mouth down there, hoping that I will actually shelve my thoughts about the injustice of Severus's judgments on the part of the Ministry and surrender myself to the moment.
It is my sigh that gives the indication to him, and as soon as my mouth opens, his hands meet the sides of my face, and he bends my neck back, fitting his lips over mine, swallowing my sigh and sliding his tongue into my mouth.
His fingers slide down my cheeks and burrow into my curls, while his nose grazes a stretch of skin under my cheek that I have never found important until now. A pulse of desire descends through me and forms a knot at the bottom of my stomach as he sucks my tongue and a sound of satisfaction escapes from it. It is a quiet, small, soft sound; not a sigh, not a moan, it is something subtle, like a mixture of the two, but it is enough to ignite any nerve center that controls my hands and not my head, and makes me immediately curl my fingers into the front of his shirt and pull him closer to me, increasing the pressure of the kiss between us when I realize how much I have waited for it. How much I want it.
My hands go up to find the gentle extension along his throat and Severus sighs in the kiss while sliding his arms around the lower part of my back and suspending me over the counter. He goes down his hands to my ass, pulling my hips against his. Now that our height difference has been minimized, and we are adjusted for the perfect fit, he wastes no time and rubs the indescribably hard length of his cock into my pussy, and the only thing that prevents him from penetrating me, is the clothing barrier between us.
Severus moves away from my mouth and his lips land where my blood is pulsing — right next to my jugular — and his tongue wanders through the skin of my neck, sweeping up and down, stopping from time to time so that he can suck out the chosen stretch of skin. I feel my rational thoughts slipping away when I hear the wet, wanton sounds he makes just below my ear, while continuing to mold his hip to mine, but I need to ask something that has been circling my mind since his sizzling statement in training days ago.
— Severus ... — I whisper, because even if I'm sure I want to go through with it, I need to know more about him. More than just "I will fuck you". — Severus. — I speak louder and slide my fingers through his hair, stopping his attack on my neck and forcing him to face me.
— What? — He growls, trying to kiss me again, but I impose more force on the grip on his hair, keeping his focus on my eyes.
— I need to ask you something before we…
— Fuck. Before we fuck, Hermione, you can use the word. — He sighs, as his hands stroll down my thighs, and he descends his gaze to my legs. — Sorry. What do you need to talk about?
I lay my hands on his and pull them higher, placing them as close as possible to the junction between my legs. Even dressed in these wool pants, I know he can feel the warmth emanating from there and indirectly reassure him that we will still continue where we left off.
— I forgot to ask, but where did you go in the two days you missed training at Hogwarts? I sent you some messages that you didn't reply to. Thanks for that, by the way.
— I was with Fox. — He said, still focused on my eyes.
— The tattoo artist? — I asked, vaguely remembering the name of the owner of the tattoo shop that we visited on the way to Harry's house. — I thought you went on a mission. Were you just ignoring my text messages?
The fact that he didn't even try to lie made me respect him a little more. Even so, I was disappointed. Severus lowered his eyes from mine, as far as our hands remained together.
— I was frustrated and furious with you for making it seem like you were ending things between us. — He answered.
— Well, as I said in one of my messages, I apologize for what I said that day. I didn't mean that.
— I know that now. — He winked and approached to land a light kiss on my mouth. — I wouldn't let you give up anyway.
I smiled at him and let go of our hands to hug him.
— Please promise me you'll never be an idiot again and accuse me of sleeping with someone else while I'm here with you.
Severus walked away with a slightly remorseful expression on his face.
— I was nervous and did not like the idea of you spending time with Krum in secret. I ... I've heard rumors about the two of you and it bothered me.
I don't know why it took me so long to understand what had upset Severus. In fact, I should have realized long ago why seeing me go out with Viktor bothered him so much. He had been inflexible about us not starting to hang out with other people, when Vector had suggested this, months ago. And the expression on his face when he saw my photos with Ron on my muggle social network, had not been the best either.
— I also don't like the idea of you spending time with another woman and not telling me about it. — I confessed at last and we were both silent for a few seconds, until I cleared my throat and shrugged. — There's nothing wrong with being a little jealous about it. I was only bothered by you insinuating something that didn't happen. But, please, don't leave again without giving me news. — I asked honestly, staring at him.
— I'm not going anywhere. — He said without blinking.
— And know that you can say everything you want to say. You told me that it is your way and that it will never change, so I want to tell you the same thing: I am the way I am, and I will never change either. Which means I wasn't raised to live in a lot of drama, Severus. For me, what happens now is what matters. — I sighed, turning my eyes away from his and staring at the wall in the background. — We have our emotions at the limit. I fight a war longer than I am alive. So, I just want a stable life. When I commit to something, I'm in it all the time. And I do not share and do not even play with the idea of infidelity. Now you are mine and I don't want to let an unresolved conversation make me want to move on without you, while pretending that nothing has happened between us in these last few months. You mean a lot to me. — I ended up breathless and raised my eyes to finally face him again.
His expression was so intensely focused on me that it reached a different level from all the times we were together. It was one of those looks of him that made the hair on my arms stand up.
— You speak as if there is someone else in this world that I want. — He said serious. — There's no grey area for me, if you're worried, Hermione. And I also do not share, and I expect nothing less from you.
I swallowed and looked at that stoic face, glimpsing the subtle lines in the corners of his eyes, pure and simple signs of how much older he was than me. But even then, Severus Snape telling me these things was the most handsome man I had ever seen.
— I know that we kissed and had other moments of affection before that scene in front of the Hogwarts team but, until that day, you never assumed with words that you saw me as more than a friend. — I explained, making sure not to blink, showing the seriousness of my sentence.
Severus did not disagree with my remark. He licked his lips and held his head high, looking at me with an expression that was part irritation and part something else.
— What would you do if I had said something earlier? — He finally asked.
— I wouldn't believe you. We lived arguing like two jerks and I never understood what was going through your head.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded.
— That's the reason, Hermione. What would I gain by declaring myself the very moment I realized you were supposed to be mine? Nothing. I was shaped to protect what I love. You were the one who reminded me of that, remember? — He asked and I confirmed it with my head, remembering the day of our discussion about the way he treated Harry. — I did not wake up one day and knew that I did not want to live without your horrible temper and your uncontrollable hair. What happened is that I saw a lot of me in you in the first place, at the same time that I learned that you are nothing like me. And I'm going to hell before I force you to change some part of you. This...— He pointed between us. — You and me, that's all that matters. You are my second chance and I will cherish you until I go to the grave. So yes, if I waited to tell you until the right time it is because I have already done a lot of stupid things, things that I hope you will forgive me and look at me beyond that, but waiting for you is not one of them.
He paused to wipe away the tears that flowed down my cheeks and gently kissed me on the mouth, before holding my jaw to force my weeping eyes to stare at him again.
— I chose to hope that you knew how to deal with the rumors of the press and the attacks of your teammates, until I declared myself to you.
— Why? — My voice came out hoarse and trembling.
— Because I wouldn't dare destroy your reputation, Hermione. Your loyalty and friendship amaze me every day. I've never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you, and that means something when you know I've tortured myself for years for carrying the guilt of my past. I have not done a single thing in my life to deserve you, and I am selfish enough to claim that I will not let you give up on me. You're mine. My partner, my woman and my best friend. I won't dare lose you.
I collapsed in sobs when he finished. Because it was unthinkable that someone I dreamed of on so many nights, years ago, could now love me back. Yes, Severus didn't tell me "I love you" — and maybe he could never say those three words, but being there for me every day and being more than I ever wanted and dreamed of, meant the same. He was not sweet and not particularly pleasant to other people, but he was kind to me, and in my heart, I knew that feeling was true.
— Is this real? Are you real? — I muttered as he wrapped me in his arms. — I'm not going to wake up tomorrow and notice that it's still the first day of training at Hogwarts and do I need to do that infamous press conference? — I asked him.
I felt Severus smile at the mention of the day of my vexation in the interview last September.
— It's real. — He said in his silky voice, as he pulled me by the arm into the living room.
Severus sat on the couch and dragged me into his lap, immediately sticking his lips to mine, and without a second of hesitation I opened myself to him. His mouth was warm, supple, and he was willing to destroy me when he dragged his tongue into my lower lip before dipping it into my mouth and repeatedly rubbing it with mine, in an indication of thirst and desire for feeling me.
He crushed me against his body, our kisses becoming deeper and rougher. Severus was devouring me and I loved it. My hands reached his sides, caressing his ribs before descending to his waist, and his hands, which had a mind of their own, followed straight to the back of my head, burying his long fingers deep into my messy bun, while the other held my jaw directing my head into our kisses.
The hardness of his cock rubbed my intimacy and I didn't think twice before dipping my fingers under the hem of his shirt, brushing the soft skin of his waist. Severus let go of my mouth for mere seconds, enough to pull his shirt by his own head and throw it away. My anxious fingers immediately returned to his skin and slid them down his ribs, back and shoulders, feeling the silkiness of his complexion. Merlin, Severus was thin, but his skin was soft and warm to the touch and he was incredibly responsive, writhing as I descended my hands down his spine.
— You smell so sweet... — he resounded, landing a kiss on my throat, as his nose passed behind the lobe of my left ear and I realized that his voice made my blood boil like no other in the world has ever done.
In a move I barely noticed, Severus also pulled my shirt over my head and then unbuttoned my bra so easily that I didn't want to think about how many times he had done it before. He threw it aside the instant I managed to kiss that soft place where the shoulder meets the neck, before he pulled me back enough to look at my exposed breasts. His breathing became even more irregular than before, which was something for a man who used to have control of his own emotions at any cost.
I saw him swallow, before his lips parted, and felt his cock swell even more under my hip. Severus moved those big, skillful hands and brought me closer to himself, dipping his mouth to grab a nipple between his lips and pass his wet tongue on it, then gently sticking his teeth into a delicious grip that made me gasp loudly. He sucked hard and I moaned even louder, arching my torso even more towards his mouth as I shuddered full and imprinted faster on the erotic dance of my hip over the hard, thick and hot volume nestled between my legs.
My advisor cursed in a low voice before moving away far enough to land both hands on my breasts and squeeze them together, sliding his tongue from one to another. I couldn't stop looking at him doing it. It was absurdly sexy to see him sucking my hardened nipples as I gasped for the pleasure of feeling his mouth in them. Another gentle bite from him and I felt something insane run through my body, and pushed myself to grant him pleasure as well.
I was panting when I pushed him on the back of the couch and my fingers fumbled at his waist, desperate to open the button on his pants, wanting him now, already. His hands unzipped the button and the fabric and I sent any caution to hell as I pulled the fabric from his legs, taking his underwear along and leaving Severus entirely naked in front of me. Although I have seen him like this before, nothing compared to admiring him from a sexual view.
His cock was gloriously erect, with a drop of pre-semen glowing in the slit of the tip. And I, Hermione Granger, who spent most of my life trying to be a good girl, didn't hesitate for a second before I knelt down and wrapped my fingers in that hot piece of flesh. I went down my mouth to lick that nectar from there and it only took the tip of my tongue to touch it minimally for Severus to let out a deep and devastated moan.
His groan of pleasure echoed through my bones and propelled me to be even bolder. I went down my head again and slid him down to the bottom of my throat. One of his hands immediately came up to my hair and buried itself in the mess of my bun, delicately encouraging me to continue. I wet the entire length of his cock with my saliva as I rolled my tongue around him, and heard Severus growl a "damn" the moment a moan echoed from my mouth and vibrated around his length.
I slid one of my hands to his balls and stroked them, lightly scraping my nails at his sensitive base. A heat wave built up between my legs and I felt my excitement flooding my pussy as I heard him voice moan my name and his movements become faster. My hands went back to his thighs and I squeeze them hard, while he holds my hair as tight as, and starts fucking my mouth with an intensity I've never experienced before. His length slips in and out of my lips and more and more liquid drips from me as I hear him release incoherent words.
— Hermione... — he begs me.
My moan in response resonates again through his cock and Severus trembles. I slide my tongue up and climb up to his tip again, sucking on the rosy head and letting my tongue slide under it. The sounds that come out of Severus's mouth spread goosebumps through my body and a knot of pleasure forms in my lower abdomen from the feeling of power that floods me by leaving a man as powerful as Severus completely at my mercy.
He arches the body further towards me and I accompany him in the impulse, swallowing its entire length. A few more strong impulses follow, until Severus lets out a guttural moan and spills into my mouth and I taste him on my tongue, as he shakes with pleasure.
When I slide my mouth out, I finally face him, and his hand that was still in my bun, drags me up his lap again. Severus needs a few seconds to control his post-orgasm breathing, and his eyes stared at me with intensity as I slid my tongue down my own lips, picking up remnants of his cum in them. The heat in his gaze directs another layer of excitement down my legs and I feel soaking up my intimate clothes. But I don't even have time to think about it, because Severus invades my mouth with his tongue and growls at his own taste in this new exploration.
— Your mouth is even more delicious with my cum in it. — He bangs as soon as he finishes sucking my lower lip and let go with a snap.
The warmth that invades me after his statement is something I did not imagine I would be able to feel. I've never fucked someone as incredibly hot as Severus. I thought my previous experiences had been amazing, but being here with him was already being much more intense than any of the times I had sex in the past. And he didn't even remove my clothes completely. Yet.
Severus lifted us off the couch and my legs automatically wrapped around his torso, he still gasped from the ecstasy of minutes before, but carried me as if I did not weigh anything to the bedroom and threw me on the bed, immediately throwing himself at me and kissing me with the same intensity as before.
My sighs became louder as he descended the kisses down my jaw and neck, lingering there long enough to make me whisper for more. Severus was affectionate and seductive as he savored my skin. I could no longer breathe when he reached for my nipple and sucked it hard, while his thumb and forefinger squeezed the other. Severus reversed the position of the caresses and repeated the same ministrations in my other breast. I moaned loudly and threw my head back, begging him for more.
I thought I would come with his mouth on my nipple, because I could no longer formulate a coherent sentence in my insistence that he take me, when Severus finally knelt in front of me and practically ripped my woolen pants and panties off me. He gasped, standing in front of the sight of my naked body and I saw him lick his lips with his eyes fixed on my sex, which I knew was glowing with excitement. I was trembling with pleasure when I opened my legs further for him and got up on my elbows to face him.
My chest rose in a breath as his bright eyes stared at me and I saw the fire burning inside. Severus touched me with his right hand. There. I felt my hip arch as his fingers tested the moisture of my pussy. He brought the digits to his mouth and licked them without ever taking his eyes off mine. We both moaned in unison and my nipples hardened even more.
Severus wasted no time and both of his hands landed on my thighs and opened me for him. I could only glimpse his dark hair in the middle of my legs before feeling his tongue lick right in the center of my slit. I collapsed from the position leaning on my elbows and writhed, letting out a cry of pleasure. Severus had to increase the grip on my legs to keep me in place as he ate my pussy, alternating licks and sucks that made my whole-body tremble uncontrollably.
His tongue slid over the entire length of my sex and he penetrated me with it in a way I didn't think was possible. It tangled inside me and I screamed in response and buried my fingers in his thin hair, pushing him even harder into me as I splintered in his mouth. Much more lubrication descended from me, and Severus kept sucking every drop, while whispering that I was much hotter than in his dreams.
I pressed my fingers tightly into his hair as the final ecstasy overwhelmed me and my tremors became too intense for me to think. Severus watched me echo his name hoarsely over and over again as I broke, and he stroked his own cock, kneeling in front of me, and almost as ecstatic as I was.
I don't know how long I convulsed, but I slowly opened my eyes when I realized he was asking me something. I tried to whisper one "Excuse me?" for him, but my throat was still gasping because of the orgasm.
— Yes? — He asked again, as I struggled to get out of the fog of pleasure I was in.
— Yes. — I answered hoarse, locking our eyes and feeling my heart stutter.
The smile I received in response was soft enough to make me faint. But I did not have time to react to his smile, not when the head of his cock slid into my slippery entrance and Severus leaned forward in a powerful movement, penetrating me. I didn't think I was able to feel more pleasure after having just come out of such an intense climax, but feeling Severus slide inch by inch inside me, filled me with such fullness that tears flashed in the corner of my eyes. And he seemed to feel the same, because he groaned loudly, surrendered to whatever sensation filled him when he propelled himself into me.
He glued his forehead to mine when his entire length joined me and shut his eyes closed, landing a gentle kiss on my mouth. We exchanged affectionate kisses as we adapted to the fiery heat inside me and I knew there that I could not hold my tongue much longer. My voice was choked with emotion when I finally said what I should have said in the kitchen, before falling into that emotional cry.
— I love you, Severus. — I whispered.
I was still with my eyes closed when I felt the pulse of his cock inside me and Severus began to move slowly. He kissed me while stocking slowly, and my hands buried themselves in his hair to press his mouth harder on mine, as I felt the movement of his hip intensify against mine.
I felt twitching around him as Severus reached a new point inside me, and he gasped in response to my tightness. One of his hands came down to brush my bundle of nerves, immediately tearing out a sequence of sighs and screams from my mouth. His thrusts were now intense and strong as his kiss, and when I felt his body tense, I glimpse a drop of sweat running down his temple after he gasped, and I land my right palm on his chest, convincing him, without a single word, to roll us over.
He lay on his back and pulled me so that I would sit on him and the feeling of getting down and fitting into his cock was so intense that we both moaned. Severus's hands flew to my breasts and he squeezed again, my nipples between his fingers, making me stop in the middle of the descent by the force of my tremors that were intensified by the force of Severus's gaze locked in my face, watching the pleasure I expressed.
I supported my hands on his chest and increased the speed of my movements. Severus moaned and one of his arms flew to curl up around my waist and he lifted himself up, putting our bodies together and stocking up with a rapidity that made my body shudder as him hit deep. I closed my eyes when everything became too much and the ecstasy made me contract my inner walls again. Severus buried his other hand in my hair and fucked me deep, slow, and my breath trembled against his neck.
— Tell me I can. — His voice was nothing more than a rumble, low and full of desire. — Please.
I would never say no to him. — Yes.
His cursing sounded more like a plea for mercy that he had not yet deserved. And still nebulous of my orgasm, I found myself being dragged into another, because Severus Snape did not need more than a single fuck to understand my body, to know what I liked and how I needed to be touched to throw me back to the limit. His rhythm made us both gasp and cling to each other as hard as we could.
I wanted to scream again, but Severus didn't give me the chance because he bit my lip as his hips snapped against mine and the noise of them clashing and our mixed fluids was the most erotic sound I've ever heard. Drops of sweat flowed down his forehead and I knew from the look on his face that he had never felt anything as overwhelming as what we had now.
I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until he buried himself even deeper inside me and I exhaled, tilting my hips just enough to make him whistle and shake. He buried his head in my neck and let out an atrocious moan as he bit my skin there and we both cum together. It was like flying and falling at the same time, because it was no longer our climax separately, but it was a release of joys and emotions that exploded together, contaminating the whole atmosphere around us with the smell of our sex and the thunderous force of feeling between us.
I could feel his uncontrolled heartbeat just as I know he can feel mine in a completely different rhythm than usual. A rhythm that has definitely been modified by the communion of our bodies. Rather than hitting a constant bar of affection. Now they beat in love and devotion.
I could be frightened by this devastating realization If I didn't love him the way I love him. But now I only closed my eyes tightly as my heart thundered in affirmation the truth that I was completely surrendered to him and to the deep meaning of what we had just done.
We stood like this, me sitting on him with our foreheads leaning against each other as we tried to control our breaths. Severus slid his nose across the skin of my cheek and planted gentle kisses on my half-open lips. Our breaths mixed with every breath and I didn't want that moment to end ever again.
It was this kind of connection that I sought my whole life, the raw emotional thing in sex that explained that it was not just an act of bodies, it was an exchange of minds and a process of filling oneself with the sensation of the other repeatedly until we finished the episode of fulfillment of the desires that ignited us until that moment. It was the language between us that was missing, but that left the same impression as always: we were made for each other.
Because when we were face to face, it didn't matter if it was him or me in control of the movements, it was always firm and easy. It seemed that each of us wanted to reach that place of our souls that we could call "ours". That place where Severus was everything I knew at that moment and where I was everything he ever wanted.
Severus rubbed my back and rolled us on the bed, positioning us face to face. Our legs intertwined over the covers as we looked into each other's eyes, knowing that there was much and at the same time so little to say.
— Do you ... — I coughed, clearing the thickness of my throat. — Do you want to talk about anything tonight?
Severus, whose hand was touching my hair, paused in his action. — Us.
I had already confessed that I loved him in the midst of sex, so I thought there was nothing else I could say. He breathed a sigh and closed his eyes.
— I meant it when I said I wouldn't let you give up on me. — He finally opened his eyes to face me. — But I feel like I'm a fool. — His words echoed in silence. — I always am when it comes to you. Because even with absolute certainty of what I feel, I am still divided.
— Divided between what? — I asked and saw him slide his eyes to the ceiling and fit his arm behind his own neck, while his other hand made soft circles on my shoulder.
— About whether I should be with you or retreat.
The trepidation of anxiety chilled my stomach as fear clung to the beating of my heart.
— Do you regret it? — I whispered. — What did we just do?
— No. — He continued the movement of his fingers on my skin as he stared at the ceiling over us. — I meant everything I told you about expecting you to be ready even though I had been sure about you for months.
— I don't understand... — I whispered again.
— I don't think you deserve it. — His eyes returned to mine.
— Please don't start a self-deprecation session right now, Severus. — I begged — Not after what we just felt.
— I'm a risky bet, Hermione. — He stated, almost regretting.
— And I am the smartest witch of my generation and the only witch with a level of elemental magic equal to yours. We are getting to know each other on a different level and learning from each other. There is no one more naturally compatible with me than you.
— I know. And I love you. — The quiet ferocity of his statement almost stopped my heart. — If you still do not know this, I am not sure how many more ways I will have to demonstrate to convince you of this. — Severus ran a frustrated hand over his hair. — I'm not a stupid not to know what I want or how I feel. I know exactly how I feel about you and how fast I got to this point, and I'm trying not to be hasty. I don't want a war between us. That's what I can't manage.
I planted my palm on his cheek and Severus leaned to my touch, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
— Is this about you losing Lily the first time? — He didn't answer me, and that was enough for me. — You're not seeing the obvious here, Severus. — I said firmly.
Severus took a deep breath. — And what would that be?
— There is no war between us. There was between you and her, but we're both on the same side together. There's nothing in between. It's me and you fighting together.
— There's still a war, Hermione. — He whispered, his eyes still closed.
— You're right, there is. But I'm not going to take it as an excuse for not taking us further. We've both spent too much time devoting our lives to it. We will not give up our happiness either. We crossed this bridge when we kissed at that sunset. — I was harsh, expressing in my voice how serious I was about both of us.
— We have a duty.
— So, it's good that we know how to stick to it decently, because failure for us is not an option. I want and will live my life with you, and it is not a mentally ill pure-blood or a curse on Magic, a curse that has not even hit us, that will prevent my future with you.
Hermione…
— No, Severus. We're going to win. And when you're fighting that war or about to murder Lucius Malfoy for all the shit he's done to us, remember that you owe me a marriage proposal, because we both know that's the natural path for us. No matter the risks, we are worth it. — I held his jaw tightly, keeping him staring at me. — I will be selfish and greedy about it and I know you can be too.
I heard him take a deep breath before kissing me hard, Severus rose on me, crushing me with his weight. As he moved his lips away from mine, I found a silent determination expressed in his eyes. A guarantee that we were on the same page and that we would stay on it forever.
— I'm ready, you choose me and I'm ready. I drag you right in front of a magic clerk tomorrow and put a ring on your finger if you're sure that's what you want.
My breath was broken in the silence that followed his statement. The silence extended from one beat to another before I nodded affirmatively and glued my mouth to his again to pour out every unspoken emotion in that kiss. We hugged each other tight, drinking each other and resumed the consummation of the love we felt.
I don't remember when Severus turned me on his side and glued his chest to my back, lifting one of my thighs as he penetrated me while sucking my nipple into his mouth. Absurdly loud sighs came out of my throat as he guided us back to the climax. It was urgent and organic. An honest recognition of the depth and breadth of what was going on between us with each of our breaths. Warmth and emotion filled us and the message was loud and clear that we would have it all. There was no war, no lack of magic to prove otherwise.
There was only our "we".
Final Notes
Well, I hope the love scenes were what you expected. I loved writing them, even though they were initiated by the man fucking her mouth mercilessly. Which brings us to our riddle of the week in fanfic's WhatsApp group: there will be a mathematical property in place in the next chapter. No one guessed that the property was "the order of factors does not change the product". After all, Severus promised to make love, and then fuck, and this was not the case. hahaha.
The New World Fictrailer was made by amazing Maevebell. Enjoy and read her fic "As bruxas da noite", on Wattpad and Social Spirit, it is an incredible story.
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Translation by Jessinthedungeons.