A Revealing Second Act:

Hermione was more than a little astonished at her own bravery as she kissed a path down the side of Severus Snape's leanly muscled torso. She was even more astonished that he was letting her. But the faint rumbles of pleasure that escaped him every once in a while, and the frantically beating heart inside his chest that she could feel under her hand told her that Severus was most definitely enjoying her and Ginny's attentions.

She paused with her mouth on the trailing end of one of the multitude of what looked like whip scars that covered his back and curled around his sides. It was nearly joined by another, thicker, burn scar that slashed diagonally across his chest in a similar fashion to her own reminder of Dolohov's curse and the battle at the Department of Mysteries. She glanced up at his face. He was looking down his nose at her from heavily lidded eyes, only a slit of black showing under his gorgeously thick eyelashes. "These scars," she murmured hesitantly, not sure if he'd welcome her curiosity. "You have so many. And most of them look very old. What happened to you?"

Severus clenched his fists and then forced himself to relax again as the girls paused their teasing kisses and waited for him to answer, looking up at him with their nearly matching sets of big brown eyes. She was bound to ask eventually, so I might as well answer, he thought resignedly. Just didn't think the chit would be so bold as to ask so soon. Then again, this IS Hermione Absolutely-Must-Know-It-All Granger, so I don't know why I'm surprised. He took a deep breath that expanded his chest visibly. "Most of the ones on my back are my father's idea of beating the 'devil's magic' out of me, but there's also a layer or two from Voldemort, who thought reenacting my childhood humiliation to be a fitting punishment on more than one occasion."

"Oh, Severus."

"That's terrible."

He grimaced at the girls' sympathy and shock laced tones. "Yes, well. That's how it is."

Hermione winced at the resignation and finality in his voice. Sensing that the subject of his abusive father was something he really didn't want to delve any further into, she traced the diagonal scar with a gentle finger. "And this?"

"Dolohov's organ frying curse, received at the final battle when he realized I was fighting for the other side. This was just after Voldemort tried to use that blasted snake to kill me and I was still stumbling around, disoriented, waiting for the anti-venom and blood replenishers to kick in. My weak Protego charm was just enough to stop Dolohov from killing me outright, but as you can see, enough to put me out of commission for the rest of the battle. Thank Merlin I keep basically every potion one could possibly need in my robes because I'd have been dead twice over that night otherwise." He shuddered faintly. "Not that I wasn't prepared to die anyway, but I'm grateful to be alive." Severus eyed the pale scar that dissected Hermione's chest in a similar way. "Yours healed well. I'm glad to see that."

Hermione glanced down at her own chest. "I didn't know you knew."

Severus smiled rather grimly. "Who do you think brewed the potions that healed you?"

She blushed, tracing the still reddish scar across his chest with gentle fingers. "I should have realized. Of course it was you. Thank you."

"I couldn't let you die," he said, pouring sincerity into his tone. "You're the reason I fought so hard to live."

She blushed darker, at a loss for words as she stared into his burning eyes.

Ginny decided to rescue her friend by tracing a finger across a thin pale scar that ran across Severus' abs, right bellow his belly button. "What about this?"

Severus tore his attention away from Hermione's fascinating eyes and peered down his body at the scar in question. "Hunh. I almost forgot about that one. That's from Lucius. Many years ago. Our Dark Lord thought a good entertainment for Lucius' wedding celebration would be to see us fence, but with real blades, and we weren't allowed to stop until someone had drawn blood three times on the other."

The girls glanced at each other with wide eyes. "Who won?" Hermione asked.

Severus snorted. "Lucius, of course. He had years more practice than I at that point. I was only seventeen and had just the basics of fencing knowledge. I like to think we're about equal now, though," he added, to save a little face.

"I'd like to see you," Hermione said tentatively. "Fence, that is. I'm sure it's rather exciting." And very, very hot.

He grinned. "I'm sure that can be arranged." She wants to spend more time with me! His grin morphed into a wicked smirk. "I also wouldn't be opposed to doing a little 'fencing' with you, My Own," he said huskily, pointedly glancing down at his 'sword' that wasn't allowing itself to be deterred by their sidetracking conversations. And we've diverted from the scar conversation, thank Circe. It would take a week to cover them all.

Hermione followed his gaze and blushed bright red at the sight of his towering 'sword'. "Ummmm. Right. I think that can also be arranged." Hermione looked across his body at a silently laughing Ginny, who apparently thought their conversation was hilarious. "What do you think, Gin? Shall we play with his 'foil'?"

Ginny let a laugh escape, snorting inelegantly. "That's no foil, Mione. That's a bloody broadsword."

Hermione barked out a laugh. From what I've seen, that's accurate enough. She glanced up at Severus to see his reaction to the proclamation and found his high cheekbones nearly as red as hers had been. He wouldn't meet her eyes. That's just adorable; he's embarrassed.

Ginny continued. "But I think we should save the main event for last, don't you?"

Definitely. "You're right. We haven't 'tortured' him enough yet." She eyeballed his muscular legs covered in a smattering of dark hairs with interest. "What do you think? Feet?"

Ginny nodded firmly. "Feet."

"Merlin," Severus groaned, both interested and disappointed.

Ginny wiggled her brows at him, her eyes twinkling. Hermione was already running her warm little hands down his thigh, bypassing the part of him that wanted her attention the most with only a teasing glance of her pinky over his pubic hair.

Severus lost his capacity for breathing again as both girls turned away from him and focused on his feet, which gave him a nearly perfect view of their luscious rear ends in their jewel toned satin underwear. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I could look at those perfect bottoms all day. It's a crying shame that their uniforms cover them up.

On the other hand, maybe it's a good thing. The boys in the school would never learn a single thing if they had a view like that as the girls walked down the hallways.

His thoughts were derailed as the girls each picked up one of his feet and proceeded to torture him in different ways. Ginny was running just the edge of her fingernails over his foot, making his toes curl or stretch, depending on where she touched. Hermione went for a completely different approach, running the pad of her pointer finger over every inch of his skin, including his wiggling toes. She even compared the length of his big toe to her own fingers and laughed as she realized they were nearly the same length. Hermione's more scientific approach left him smiling indulgently as he did his best to ignore the tingles that shot up his calves and settled in his groin from both of their touches.

And then Hermione changed it up by swinging around and putting his foot right in the middle of her bosom. He nearly choked as his foot was surrounded by soft flesh and a silky red lace bra which made his cock nearly jump right off of his pelvis. And then she petted his long foot like a kitten as she turned her focus to her friend. "Ginny."

"Yeah?"

"I think it's safe to say that the comparisons we made earlier are accurate."

Ginny's face spread into a slow smile as she turned a bit and looked at the foot in her hands, up to his face, and then settled on the tower of whimpering flesh in the middle. "No argument from me." She tickled the arch of his foot. "Looks like I need to find myself a man with feet as nice as these."

Severus couldn't decide whether to start laughing like a lunatic or whimpering like a baby. He settled for a third, more manly option; a low level growl. Of course he couldn't admit that he knew what they were talking about, but he could ask, so he did. "What in Merlin's name are you talking about? And would it behoove you to move your attentions a bit further north? I really don't want to have to admit that you two could make me come just by tickling my feet." And I'm really not kidding. My balls feel like they're going to explode. They appear to have forgotten that we just got off. I had no idea my feet were that sensitive.

Their eyes shot to the appendage in question and nearly identical guilty smirks crossed their faces. Severus came very close to option one.

Hermione hugged his manly foot to her chest a little tighter as she contemplated his anything-but-dangly bits and basically ignored his questions. He really does look rather purple and… throbby. Maybe he's not joking. She stroked the top of his foot again experimentally and watched his cock twitch in sync. Whoa. That's impressive. So she did it again and again, liking the power she had over him. Beside her, Ginny had come to a similar conclusion and wasn't letting up on the arch of his other foot.

Severus only lasted another thirty seconds before he snapped. "GIRLS! DESIST! NOW! Or you will NOT like the consequences!" He was practically shaking in his binds and sweat had popped up all over his body.

Hermione seriously thought about ignoring him and continuing with her experiment, but one look at the thunderous expression on his face changed her mind in an instant. Maybe another day I'll get to see if I can make him come by caressing his feet. She dropped his foot back onto the bed like a hot potato and crawled back up towards his middle. Ginny reluctantly did the same, just as loathe to give up their fun.

Hermione put a hand on Severus' narrow hip and then trailed her gaze up the sexy triangle of his chest to his eyes. She smiled tentatively at him in apology and was grateful to see his expression clear and he returned her smile. Sort of. His lip twitched upwards anyway. "Are you sure you want us to continue here? Won't that make the situation even worse?"

Severus shrugged as best as he could, considering his hands were tied higher than his head. "I'll take my chances. At least it's a normal way to go."

The girls giggled, eyeing each other again from across the short expanse of his hips. Hermione inched her hand towards the target, which twitched again at the tease of skin over skin. "Shall we?"

Ginny inched as well. "We shall."

Severus held his breath again.

They reached his cock at the same time, each wrapping a soft hand around the shaft and then gawking at how much was still exposed. "Merlin's beard, it's huge!" Hermione gasped, then added her second hand, which finally covered the head as well. Severus groaned in relieved pleasure. The way their magic interacted sent his cock into near paroxysms of ecstasy within moments.

"Easily the biggest I've ever seen," Ginny said, awestruck. "Maybe even too big to fit properly."

Hermione started an up and down motion with her hands that Ginny followed easily, basically sending Severus' eyes to the back of his head. He groaned again as Hermione licked her lips, shaking her head. "I have to disagree. He looks perfect to me."

Thank Merlin. And Circe. Hell. Thank the muggle gods too. Somehow, Severus managed to keep his eyes cracked open so he could watch what they were doing to him, but it was a struggle. His heart paused as well when Hermione took her top hand off and bent over him, her bountiful curls falling downwards over her shoulders and brushing his skin like silken snakes as she kissed the blunt and weeping head. He watched in what felt like slow motion as her lips parted to allow the tip of her pink tongue exit. Oh Merlin! Is she…? She is!

Hermione tentatively licked at his tiny slit, gathering up the pre come, and was pleasantly surprised. She hummed as the salty but not unpleasant flavour settled on her tongue. Loads better than Ron's, which I could barely stomach. She glanced up at Ginny, who was waiting for the verdict with a raised brow. "It's good."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Let me try."

"Sure." Hermione backed off, but still kept her hands on his base and on his clenching thigh. She watched her best friend lean over, her spare hand keeping her long hair out of the way, and lick at the cock head that they held together. Ginny sat up a bit and licked her lips. "You're right. It's good. Harry tasted like sardines. I don't like sardines."

Hermione wrinkled her nose at her friend. "Who does?"

"Ron? I think he'll eat anything."

The girls giggled again as Severus thought about resorting to option one again as an unfortunate image of the youngest Weasley male sucking off Potter popped into his mind that he was sure the girls hadn't intended to imply but had managed to anyway. Gak. That one's not going to go away. And I did NOT need to know that about Potter. Nor are Weasley's disgusting eating habits a secret.

He was fortunately distracted when the girls decided to start licking his entire shaft at the same time from both sides like it was a giant lollipop, small giggles erupting every once in a while like it was a game.

Their lack of seriousness about their business was enough to keep him from getting too excited about having two hot mouths on his cock at the same time, but then their hands started to stray to new territory. His eyes widened as someone cupped his balls and another used a finger to tickle his perineum and arsehole. He had no idea who was doing what, but he was frankly shocked at the second person's boldness. But not disgusted. No, never that. Severus was even more turned on than ever.

And about ten seconds away from shooting a load all the way up the ceiling.

He needed a distraction and he needed one now.

Severus called his wand with a mumbled Accio under his breath that the girls didn't notice. It flew into his hand and he pointed it at the ghastly Gryffindor ties in turn, transferring them to the floor in an instant and back to their original length. His wand was dropped and his hands found a place on the delectable bottoms of both girls. Their eyes shot to his face, the bed posts, and then to their own rear ends where his hands rested happily and were waiting for permission to continue. Ginny nodded slightly before returning her attention to his cock. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him for undoing her work, but then she too returned to her 'lollipop' without further protest.

Except, this time, she engulfed the head in her hot mouth and sucked.

Severus groaned yet again and then narrowed his eyes at the side of Hermione's head. Game on, My Own.

Severus slid his fingers under the elastic hems of their underwear and then down to their damp heat. Correction. Ginny was damp. Hermione was SOAKED.

And as he sent exploratory fingers along the length of their slits, his beautiful witch gifted him with another little shot of juice as she moaned around his cock. Merlin's balls, no witch has ever been this wet for me. Severus felt blessed to the extreme.

Hermione was having a terrible time concentrating on her task of driving Severus mad via cock and ball torture because he was in turn driving her to insanity with his clever fingers that seemed to know all of her trigger spots even better than she did. She'd all but came to a dead halt with his cock in her mouth as he rubbed her clit just right to send her brain into orbit. And she'd nearly choked herself on him when he'd delved a long finger into her and found her g-spot on the first try. When she had the presence of mind to look, she could see that Ginny appeared to be in the same predicament, her mouth and hands hardly moving at all and a look of utter bliss on her face.

I know exactly how she feels.

Oh, god, do that again. That felt amazing. I didn't think I would like that. Hermione moaned yet again and shivered from head to toe. She gave up trying to suck Severus off and just rested her forehead on his bony hip, hanging on to his cock like an anchor.

Severus was more than pleased with his accomplishments.

The girls had essentially stopped driving him ever closer to orgasm as they chased their own releases. He alternated between circling their clits, diving two fingers into their hot channels, and running a teasing fingertip over their little rosebuds, since at least one of them had made it clear that a little anal play was allowed by demonstrating on him.

There was a constant stream of moans and panting 'yeses, gods, and Merlin's' coming from them that had his chest puffing up with pride and inspired him to double his efforts. He'd never been so glad to be ambidextrous in his life, but his right hand was still the dominant one and Ginny was benefiting from it.

Either that, or she was just more mentally willing to orgasm right away. Severus could tell this because her channel was starting to tighten unmercifully around his fingers. So he added his thumb to her clit as he stroked her spongy g-spot and Ginny came with a stilted scream, before she bit his thigh where her head was resting.

He did his best to prolong her pleasure as long as possible while still paying attention to Hermione, and then brought the pretty redhead down from her high with gentle strokes of his fingers.

When Ginny recovered some of her wits, she pulled away from Severus' hand as she grabbed his wrist. Then she brought his hand to her mouth and licked his fingers clean of her juices, purring lightly. Severus blinked at her and then smiled. I bet anything that she's the one who played with my arse. That girl is a keeper for sure. I hope for Draco's sake that she gives him a chance.

When Ginny was done, she put Severus' hand on the small of Hermione's back and then she crawled up to his head again and kissed his jaw. "Thank you. That was fabulous," she whispered into his ear. "I'm going now. I don't think she needs me here anymore and I have a feeling you're going to want to be alone for the next part if I'm right about what's about to happen."

Severus nodded as regally as possible, considering the circumstances. "You're welcome, and thank you as well," he whispered back. "And I sincerely hope you're right. All the signs are there."

Ginny smiled beatifically. "I thought so."

She left the bed with a final caress of his bicep and gathered up her clothes into a bundle before quietly going through the door to the potions closet.

Hermione vaguely noted Ginny's absence, but she was really too close to coming to care. Severus seemed to be holding her on the edge of 'almost there' on purpose as far as she could tell.

Or maybe it was just her and she needed more to find that perfect pinnacle of pleasure.

Suddenly making up her mind, Hermione snapped her eyes all the way open and met his with a determined look. "I want you in me. Now."

Severus had just been about to undo the clasp at the back of her bra when she made her declaration. A smile of extreme satisfaction settled on his face and his eyes grew heavy lidded. "Agreed, My Own." The bra came undone and was vanished with the next wave of his fingers. Her lace trimmed satin knickers vanished in the next second.

He took half a second to memorize her gorgeous, pert, hand sized breasts before sweeping his gaze down her torso to the now revealed triangle of nicely trimmed feminine curls that matched her golden brown hair. His hands wrapped nearly all the way around her waist and he guided her to kneel over him. "At whatever pace you're comfortable with, sweetheart," he murmured.

Hermione thought that 'As Fast As Possible' sounded just about right, but when she guided his large head to her entrance, she had to amend that to 'Never Mind. Reasonable Will Have To Do'. My god, he's big! That didn't stop her from slowly pushing herself down onto his length, though. The copious amount of slippery juices she'd been leaking helped greatly. I hope he doesn't mind getting drenched.

Severus didn't mind at all. In fact, he gloried in the proof that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her. Her channel was so hot, so wet, and so fucking tight, that he was sure he'd found heaven. He watched her face with avid eyes, searching for signs of discomfort, but thankfully finding none. He only saw the determination in the way she bit her bottom lip and the growing glee as she took more and more and more of him in until there was nothing left of him to give. He could feel her sitting directly on his hips, their pubic hairs intertwining lovingly. It was a rare witch, indeed, that could accommodate him so. "Oh, My Own, you really are perfect for me," he groaned out as he held her curvy hips tighter and ground himself up into her, feeling her cervix with his tip.

Hermione cried softly at the completely new sensation and then panted down at him, resting her hands on his chest as she wriggled on him experimentally. "I think, Sevi darling, that it's YOU who are perfect for ME."

He choked out a chuckle as she squeezed him even tighter. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Hermione beamed at him and then gasped again as she found a spot that she particularly liked. She leaned further forward and discovered how that felt even better on her clit.

Severus curled his neck and shoulders forward so he could press kisses to her pretty little jaw as she rocked herself on him with increasing enthusiasm. "Perfect," he murmured over and over between each kiss.

Hermione agreed. She'd never felt so good in her entire life and she hadn't even come yet. But she was awfully close. Her magic was tingling through her whole body and she swore she could feel Severus' as well, everywhere they touched. When his mouth came close to hers, she turned her head the last fraction and captured his lips with her own.

Everything paused for a minute as they savoured the intimate contact with rubbing caresses. That didn't last long, though, before his tongue came out and licked her lower lip, asking entrance. She was quick to let him in.

They moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues tangled in an intimate dance that echoed the movements of their hips. Her hands moved further up and into his hair, which was astonishingly soft and silky. She grabbed handfuls of it and kissed him harder as her riotous curls surrounded them, closing out the rest of the world.

Severus's hands travelled up from her hips to her breasts. He circled her nipples with his thumbs and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched them lightly and she moaned. He thrust up harder into her and pinched them a little harder and she cried out, tearing her mouth from his, as her whole body froze in the grip of ecstasy.

As her channel squeezed him in vibrating flutters that stole his capacity to think, Severus finally let go of the grip he'd had on his own impending orgasm and his balls released with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm deep into her depths, drenching them both in hot seed.

The magic in their bodies went haywire as well, filling the room with a golden light as their magical souls merged.

Hermione stared into Severus pitch black eyes and watched them reflect the gold light as she trembled on top of him in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever. Not that she was complaining. Not one little bit. It was fantastic. By far the best orgasm she'd ever had. She had no idea what was going on with their magic, though, and honestly didn't care at the moment. The only thought in her brain right now was, I think I love him. I think I love Severus Snape.

When his balls finally relaxed their grip on his spine, Severus took in a much needed deep breath as all of his muscles turned to jello, and then he smiled like an angel. Raising a faintly trembling hand to her cheek, he rubbed her kiss swollen lips with his thumb as he stared into her eyes that were nearly as black as his own from the dilated pupils. "I love you, Hermione Granger," he rumbled out in a near whisper. "Would you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife?"

In the potions classroom, where Ginny had lingered as she slowly reclothed her still pleasantly humming body, she watched the closet with curious anticipation.

When said closet glowed gold from the still cracked open doorway to Snape's bedroom some ten minutes after she had left it that way, she grinned and rose from the desk she'd been sitting on, heading for the door to the hallway.

I like being right. They ARE soulmates.