Chapter 7
A/N: I have gotten so many reviews and each and every one of them made me smile. They also make me want to keep writing, which I will do.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and is following this story or even all of my stories. I actually had an idea for this story but I wanted to ask for your opinion. I will have a poll up before I put this up so that you can tell me what you think.
Harry and Ron becoming a couple.
I have been playing with this idea for a while but I really don't want to lose any of my readers because they aren't comfortable with Slash stories even if they are only implied. Let me know.
To Guest: Severus reverted to the same age as Hermione so that he doesn't die before her. That will be explained a lot more later.
School is out for now, but I am still working on my real books and still getting ideas for more and not knowing what to do with all of them. AHHHHH!
Anyway, on to the next chapter.
Hermione stood in the same spot for 20 minutes contemplating the kiss, running her fingertips over her lips. Finally she just shrugged and walked over to the love seat, sitting down with her legs stretched out beside her.
She sat in the living area for an hour trying to figure out what she was going to do about the 'getting upset around Severus' thing. She really didn't know how she was going to stop that from happening. She almost always got upset when she was around him; he had obviously never reacted that way before. She had already surmised that it was because before today she hadn't been of age yet and the soul mate bond hadn't been active. They were in all new territory with this and neither knew what to expect. She was just hoping that the bond didn't make them do anything else without their consent.
'I hope Dumbledore finds out what will happen with this bond before we are surprised with something else.' She thought just before yawning widely.
Sliding her feet off of the love seat, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom door. After knocking softly, she listened at the door and when she didn't hear anything, she opened it and walked in to do her bedtime routine of brushing her teeth, putting her hair up to keep it more manageable after a night's sleep, and then walked into the bedroom for her night clothes. Severus was lounging on the bed reading, having already changed into his sleeping clothes. Unfortunately, that only consisted of a pair of black satin sleep pants. No shirt what so ever and Hermione had to force herself to look away and not to ogle what he kept hidden from his students. Well, ex-students, and his body might now be different from what it was just hours ago for all she knew. She knew his body was smaller, because of his teaching robes being too large on him now, but other than that, it was a mystery. And Hermione was always one who needed to solve any mysteries she encountered. Walking over to her trunk, she withdrew her only night clothes; a short black tattered t-shirt. It only went down to the middle of her thigh, but she figured that it would work for now until she could get something more appropriate. Turning, she headed back to the bathroom and shut the door. After undressing, she pulled on the shirt over her head and smoothed it down her hips to make sure that it was as far down as she could get it.
Severus watched as Hermione walked into the bathroom with the shirt wondering if that was all she was planning on putting on to sleep in. He had always worn only pants to sleep, but he figured that she would have a fully covering outfit for sleep. He watched as Hermione tried to close the door and failed to notice that the door was still partially open. It was open just enough for him to watch her undress. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head to reveal a red lace bra that made him start to wonder if he really did like her. Tossing her shirt in the hamper next to the sink, he assumed, she then reached for the elastic band of her skirt. He watched her as she slowly revealed red lace panties that matched her bra and didn't hide much from view to him. 'Wow! Is this really the Know-It-All from my classroom?' That really got him thinking.
'Has she really been hiding all of that under her robes this whole time? Who would have guessed that this know-it-all witch was hiding all of THAT? And what is that? She has a tattoo? I wonder…' He ended that thought abruptly and shook his head when her night shirt blocked his view of her skin and assets. 'I need to calm down before she gets in here and notices something that shouldn't be here.' He closed his eyes and thought of something else. Breathe, Dumbledore in a tutu. Well, that worked immediately. He heard the door open and Hermione's soft footsteps progressing toward the bed. Opening his eyes, he watched her walk over to the opposite side of the bed and climbed in under the covers, staying as far from him as possible.
"You don't snore, do you?" Hermione asked, out of nowhere.
"Not that I know of. I haven't been in a position for someone else to tell me if I do or not, recently. Do you?" He answered as best as he could.
"Same here. I haven't been in a position for someone to tell me if I do, ever." She answered and snuggled into her pillow and readied herself for sleep, but he wasn't ready to sleep yet.
"So, you are a virgin?" He asked abruptly, causing Hermione to blush a deep red color.
"Well… I… I just haven't… found the… right man. Is that so wrong?" She stuttered, still facing away from him.
"No, I'm just not sure whether to be surprised or not." Severus answered with a shrug. Laying down, he waited for a response, but never received one. Assuming she had fallen asleep, he also turned onto his side facing away from her ready for sleep to claim him. Slowly darkness overtook his consciousness and he dreamed of satin skin and pleasure.
Severus woke slowly and disoriented. The sun was shining through the only window in the room and onto the end of the bed. He didn't remember the events of the previous day. The only thing he knew was that he was wrapped around a woman and was completely naked. All of a sudden, his memory came back and he realized that he should be wearing at least a pair of pants. Slowly, he moved his arms from around Hermione's waist and under her head, luckily without waking her up. As he rose from the bed, he scanned the floor for his pants and spied them halfway across the room on his side of the bed. Wondering how they got there, he stood up and walked over and picked them up, dropping something out of them in the process. Looking down at the scrap of fabric, he quickly identified them and looked up at Hermione in horror. Seeing that she was slowly stirring, he hurried into the bathroom to use the toilet and put on his pants.
Hermione woke from her very erotic dream faster then she wanted to. She vaguely heard a door close nearby. She slowly stretched and then groaned. She was very sore for some reason.
'Probably from my fall yesterday.' She thought shrugging the pain off easily. Sitting up, she yawned and looked around. Not seeing Severus, she flung the blanket off of her legs and groaned again, looking down at the sheets.
'Not now. I am already having a hard time with all of this; I don't need to add my period and PMS to the mix, too.' She thought, shaking her head in frustration at her life at the moment. Standing up, she moved to the bottom of the bed and rummaged in her trunk for her clothes and a pad. Walking toward the bathroom, she glimpsed the piece of fabric on the floor. She turned toward it and picked it up.
It was the underwear that she had been wearing when she went to bed last night.
'How did this get over here? 'She thought. Then she remembered her dream. She had thrown her underwear on the floor in her dream. 'Did I act out this part of my dream? I had to have. Oh My God! I hope Severus didn't see these.' She shoved them into the bundle of her clothes and finished her walk to the bathroom. Knocking on the door, she waited for an answer. Hearing no response, she opened the door and walked in. Getting ready for the day, she thought about her dream from last night.
The thought of those large strong hands stroking her skin and kissing down her neck, made her shiver and hurry to finish her morning routine.
When Hermione finished in the bathroom, she emerged into the living area to find Severus in the kitchen area cooking breakfast. From the smells just starting to come from the pans on the stove, she knew that he was cooking bacon.
"I didn't know you could cook." She commented as she entered the kitchen.
"I can do many things that you don't know about. Since cooking is pretty much like potions, I can do enough to get by. Can you cook?" Severus asked, reaching over to turn the bacon.
"I can but not very many things. Mostly just the simple stuff like bacon, sausages, or spaghetti. Things like that I am alright at but anything else I just don't do. What else can you cook?" Hermione said, rummaging in the refrigerator for orange juice. Pulling it out, she rummaged through the cabinets for a cup and poured a serving for herself and held the bottle of juice up in question to Severus.
"Yes, Please. Thank you. I have learned to cook several things in my life, including baked sweets, spaghetti, pancakes, and other things of the same caliber." He answered as best as he could. Putting the finished bacon on a plate, he turned to Hermione. "Would you like some pancakes with your bacon?" He asked reaching for a bowl with the pancake batter.
"Yes, Please. Thank you." She said, and then hesitated. "Ummm… Did I wake you up last night, maybe by moving around too much?" She tried not to blush as she asked this. She was facing away from him so if she did turn red, he wouldn't notice.
Severus looked up at her in surprise. "No. I slept all night with no interruption. So we can safely say that you don't snore." He joked lightly, turning back to the stove to flip the pancake in the pan.
Hermione looked at Severus in surprise. He was joking around with her. She laughed. "Same goes for you."
Hermione took her and Severus' juice to the living room and put them on the coffee table. Sitting on the recliner that she was in last night while talking to her friends, she thanked Merlin that she didn't wake him up when she threw her underwear.
Moments later, Severus brought out their plates and butter and syrup and set her plate in front of her. After watching him sit and prepare his pancakes the way he apparently liked them, she said;
"Thank you for making breakfast. I am sure if you called on one of the house elves, they would have been happy to do so for you. I mean, I am not one to ask them to do things but I am sure you have been since becoming a teacher." Hermione reached for the butter to smother the pancakes in it and the syrup.
"I know I could have, but I figured that since this is our first breakfast together, I could make it special. I mean, if you don't like me being nice, I can go back to being a bastard about everything. Also, I have used house elves a few times, but only when I needed the help and couldn't do it myself." He defended himself, and then took a bite.
"Sure, like I believe that. Whatever." Hermione shrugged off his defense, not really believing it.
Severus shook his head and just continued to eat in silence. They continued in this way for the rest of the meal. After she was sure that he was done eating, she picked up his plate and fork along with her own and the butter and syrup and took them to the kitchen to be put away and washed. Stowing the condiments, she placed the dishes in the sink and waved her wand, instantly cleaning them and put them away in their proper places.
She walked back into the living room and witnessed Severus in the same position as the night before after her friends left.
"Uh-oh! What's wrong now? I'm not upset. I promise." Hermione said, looking at him expectantly.
Severus looked up for a second at her then put his head back in his hands. "Why does this always have to be me who has to get the headaches? Well, if you aren't upset, what are you feeling?" He asked, directing the last one to Hermione.
Hermione thought about it for a moment. "Well, a little embarrassed. Why? You have that urge to kiss me again?" She answered and asked, quickly backing up in case his answer was a yes.
Standing up, he looked at her and nodded. "And the feeling is getting worse by the minute. I can only assume that it means you are getting more and more embarrassed by the minute. Do I make you embarrassed or is it the prospect of me kissing you that is making you react this way?" He moved towards her as if stalking her. Each step she took away from him was matched with a step made towards her. She didn't know what to do. Should she let him kiss her and get it over with? Or maybe run and hope that she could get away? Wait, what was she doing? She stopped moving. She was a Gryffindor and they never backed down from a challenge no matter what kind of challenge it was.
Noticing that she had stopped moving, he did as well. They were both still for a few moments. All of a sudden, he moved towards her quickly and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him. She gasped in surprise and brought her hands up to his chest pressing them flat as if to try to push him away. She looked up into his eyes and gulped. Those eyes were filled to the brim with what she thought was lust. She wasn't experienced enough to know this for sure but she almost positive that was what it was. She opened her mouth to speak, but she wasn't allowed to. His lips were on hers and demanding a response from her. Since her mouth was open he took advantage of this and stroked his tongue down her tongue causing her to shiver. His kisses suddenly became softer and less intense and he ran his tongue over her lips softly and tenderly. Her hands were still until now, while his had been running up and down her back and finally stopped on her butt in order to pull her closer to him. Hermione's hands slowly moved down over his chest and came to the hem of his shirt. She pushed her hands under it to feel his surprisingly soft and smooth skin. They were both getting lost in each other and didn't hear the knock on the door or it opening.
Suddenly Severus was pulled away from Hermione and she slumped against the wall behind her to catch her breath. She then looked up to see who had interrupted them and saw…
Questions for you until next time!
Who pulled him away?
What happened the night before?
Why are they getting the urge to kiss so often?
Are there any more emotions that make them kiss to resolve the feeling?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will try to get another chapter up as soon as I possibly can.
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