Severus was asleep when she woke up and she took the opportunity to observe him. He looked peaceful, his coal hair hanging into his relaxed face making him look younger. She started to find him more and more attractive the more she got to know him. He was exactly the tall, dark and handsome man she had never thought she would go for. Funny how life never turned out like one expected it.
Minutes later he woke up too, yawning and silently returning her gaze. Hermione felt her face heat up under his dark gaze. She longed to kiss him again. Her dreams and thoughts had been rather explicit and now she couldn't help but wonder if intimacy always felt like that. Before she could make up her mind however, he started speaking.
"I know this seems out of context, but there is actually something I would like to do. I've been thinking about how to broach the topic and since we have gotten closer now I thought maybe you'd agree to it."
Hermione swallowed bracing herself. His words were kind of cryptic, but he seemed unsure of his request.
"What is it?"
He hesitated even though Hermione smiled reassuringly.
"I would like to touch your belly."
His voice was soft, but Hermione heard him. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was saying and she nearly laughed at herself for being nervous. How could she not have thought of this? It was his child growing under her heart after all. Of course he would want to feel connected to it. Without further ado she kicked the blanket off and pulled her top up to reveal her belly. Deciding her pants were also in the way, she removed them, not caring if he saw her knickers. He had seen her naked before anyways.
Smiling at him she nodded and he reached out putting his left hand on her bump. The feeling was stranger than she had expected. At first he simply let his hand rest there. The warmth of it felt foreign, but pleasant. Then he started stroking her skin and though she was touched by the gesture itself and what it implied, she felt her core tighten. Blushing she hoped Severus wouldn't notice her sudden arousal, but his eyes were concentrated on her belly and they held so much emotion, that she started to feel emotional as well.
"I made some cream for you that I can apply," he said suddenly and carefully stood up to fetch it from the sideboard. "You should use it once a week, until you start expanding more, then every day." He opened the jar and gently spread some on her skin. "It will help your skin stay free of stretch marks."
While he moved his fingers to cover every inch of her belly and massage her, she felt her arousal spiking again. Him being so close to her core did things to her body, which she had never experienced before. Her sex started to throb with pleasure as he continued and she felt her nipples harden.
Seemingly unaware of her body's reaction however Severus kept his eyes on her belly until her breathing changed. Then he did notice.
"Are you alright? Does the cream feel weird?" He sounded concerned and Hermione shook her head, keeping her eyes closed because of her embarrassment. When she finally did open them, Severus was staring at her face and she licked her lips nervously, slightly pressing her legs together to get some kind of relief.
"Oh…I understand. I apologize." He removed his hand quickly. "I forgot that you aren't used to touch."
Looking uncomfortable himself, Hermione felt bad for him. She hoisted herself up on her arms and contemplated her feelings for a minute. His touch had made her wet, leaving a spot on her knickers and she was still on edge, wanting relief, that was nearly painfully curling inside her centre. But was she ready for him to touch her?
Swallowing she decided to be brave.
Inching closer to him, his expression briefly showed surprise. Her blush deepened. Feeling slightly self-conscious she focused on his mouth instead of looking into his eyes. This closeness was nearly choking her. Her face felt like it was on fire and she only kept going because she knew they had kissed before. If this had been their first kiss, she would have surely died of shame.
His lips were firm, but soft and started to move after a few seconds. She had closed her eyes beforehand and decided that it had been a good decision. Now that he was kissing her back she didn't feel stupid anymore for trying this. Instead she felt elated. Her lips tingled and so did certain other parts of her body.
She moved her head back slightly to look at him and when she saw hunger in his gaze, she decided it was save to go for a second one. This time she grabbed his face and he moved his hand to her waist pulling her forward in a sensual, but demanding way.
Being so close to him was intoxicating and didn't help her situation at all. Hermione couldn't think anymore. All her nerves were on overload. Her body tingled and she couldn't help herself, but want more than this. Her fingers were grabbing his hair, keeping him in position. She was aware of his hands lying on her waist and his warm body at her front. Her breasts felt heavy and her core was throbbing, demanding an attention she had yet to experience.
It felt like ecstasy. Severus scent was all-consuming. She needed his hands on her. There was a fire raging inside of her and he seemed to ignite and extinguish it at the same time. This was madness, utter madness.
Breathing heavily Hermione made a frustrated sound when Severus finally parted from her. He looked dishevelled himself, but wasn't as flushed as she was.
"As much as I hate to say this, we should stop and take things slower." He swallowed audibly and ran his fingers through his hair. Realizing he wasn't planning on continuing Hermione's eyes widened.
"No, please. I don't mind. I want this," she assured him. Severus hesitated, eyes focused on her.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded enthusiastically.
"Yesterday it seemed like you were grateful we were taking it slow."
"That was yesterday."
She sounded unconvincing, even to her own ears. The lust was driving her on and all she knew was that now she felt ready.
"Please," she said and hoped she didn't sound too much like the naïve virgin she was.
Severus looked at her and let out a breath. Slowly he put his fingers on her belly again, but instead of caressing it, he moved his hand lower, brushing her clothed sex. Hermione sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. The feeling was intense and she wasn't even naked. His gaze was on her when she opened her eyes again and he only continued after she gave him a reassuring nod.
Severus started a steady rhythm. Stroking her with a confidence that showed her how skilled he was at pleasuring her. Hermione sunk back onto the bed again, feeling boneless somehow.
"Do you want to keep your knickers on? You can, if that makes you feel more comfortable. I just think that you will like it even better, if they are off."
Dazed with lust Hermione was already lifting her hips, pulling her underwear down. She figured he had seen her before anyways and there was no real need for modesty.
If Severus was surprised about her boldness he didn't show it. Instead a smile played around his lips and he went to work again, now touching her bare skin. The difference was earthshattering. Had his touch been lovely and sensual before, it now felt like he was scorching her skin with his fingertips, working her into such monumental state that Hermione was sure she had never felt anything as good as this before. Her core was alive with pleasure and her whole body echoed the intense feelings, curling her toes and leaving her feeling dazed.
Within minutes he had her trembling next to him. She was so on edge that she couldn't think straight anymore. With closed eyes and her head thrown back, she quietly moaned his name and moved her body in rhythm with his fingers.
Seconds later she came. Her whole body spasming as her orgasm rolled over her and Severus removed his hands gently, watching his wife with a pleased expression on his face.
Hermione was catching her breath, her face flushed. She was suddenly feeling shy again, but wanted to repay her husband's efforts. Nervously she sat up, looking at him, but Severus gave her a kiss on the forehead and stood up.
"Don't you want to…" she questioned, but he declined by shaking his head.
"Let's wait with that. I think we should still not rush things." Though part of her was relieved of his consideration, she also paid attention to his crotch and noticed a rather visible bulge.
"I would do it," she insisted. Severus sighed. "I know. Maybe later, alright?"
Pressing her lips together Hermione nodded and then went to dress herself.
"What are your plans for today?" she asked as they finished breakfast. Severus, who was reading the Daily Prophet with a frown on his face, looked up at her question.
"How would you like painting the nursery?" he asked carefully.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Really? I can't wait to do that! But… I'm not very good at painting," she admitted, thinking back to the time she had helped her father paint his office.
"Don't worry, we will use a tiny bit of magic." There was a smile forming on his lips as he pulled out a piece of parchment. Handing it to her, Hermione scanned the contents and her excitement grew.
"This is exactly why I love magic," she grinned. "When do we start?"
He shrugged.
"Now?"
Nodding Hermione stood up and Severus mirrored her movement, motioning for her to follow him.
He led her to the empty spare room next to their bedroom. Hermione had been in here before, but hadn't realized it was meant to be the nursery. Blue paint was covering the walls and Hermione smiled. There were so many things she wanted to paint and the spell Severus had given her let her convert her thoughts into paintings. Whatever she wanted to display would magically appear. Clutching her wand she read the spell again, along with the detailed notes Severus had written down. It seemed easy enough. They had a can of paint standing in the middle of the room, since it was required and Severus had already mixed it with fairy dust, the sparkling substance slowly mingling with the paint.
Smiling they went to work and together created the most magical landscape grazing the walls. Magical creatures, trees, flowers and Hogwarts itself were painted in soft colours. The ceiling was dark blue with swirling stars and constellations. Severus had come up with it and Hermione couldn't help but feel reminded of their date yesterday. She had enjoyed his attention a lot and blushed as she remembered how her day had started. But now she felt braver and she would try to initiate more contact.
She had just finished painting a mermaid, when Severus sighed.
"Unfortunately I have a meeting today, which I have to attend. Will you be okay, if I leave you for a few hours?"
Hermione nodded, taking a step back. "Of course. Will I see you in the evening?"
"I'll be here for dinner." He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, which caused a fluttering feeling in her stomach.
"The room looks great. We did a good job. I really like the ceiling." She smiled and bit her lip. Severus smirked.
"I'm glad you're happy. It turned out better than I expected," he said while he let go of her.
"Excuse me? Why would you… Admit it, I'm such a bad painter, that you thought I also wouldn't be able to do this." She pointed her finger at his chest and he made a face.
"Well, actually the room was painted blue, because you already tried painting it once and it turned out to be a disaster."
Hermione's eyes widened while she gasped. "I knew it!"
"Sorry."
She waved her hand. "Nah, it's okay. I'm good at other things."
Severus nodded. "Indeed, but I have to leave now. They are expecting me."
Hermione smiled when he inclined his head towards her and her eyes followed his form while he left their chambers.
On her own she finished painting and then trailed the flat, unsure what to do. So far there was no progress concerning her memories. Soon she would have to think about her future and what she would do now that she couldn't teach anymore.
Shaking her head she decided not to worry too much. There would be time for that later.
With so many hours on hand she opted for the best way of spending one's time. Reading.
Determined she crossed the space to the living room and pulled out the book she had started reading. The meaning of words wasn't her kind of lecture, but she had decided to give it a try and she would finish it. Eagerly she opened the book, only to notice that a little piece of parchment was sticking out at the end of it. How could she have missed this before?
Curious she opened the page with the parchment and discovered it to be a letter. The handwriting looked foreign to her as she unfolded it and she frowned while she read it.
Dear Ms G,
I can't forget our last meeting, even though I try to. You have made it clear, that our relationship has to remain secret and naturally I understand your reasoning. Still I hope to see you soon. I hope I will get the chance to touch you again.
I wish I were worthy of you, wish I could call you mine, but my horrible past is a frequent reminder of my dishonour, following me like a shadow. Being with you is all I ever wanted, but I know it's too much of a risk for you. Still I remain loyal until we meet again.
Yours
Draco
Hermione's breath hitched. This wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Swallowing she read the letter again. There was no mistaking it. She had an affair with Draco Malfoy.
AN: Wow, it nearly took me one year to update this and I'm truly sorry. I hope that I'll be able to finish this story soon. Real life is busy at the moment, since I'm going to marry next month.
I hope you still enjoy this story.
