Disclaimer – I do not own anything other in 'Potterverse' (although I still highly wish I owned two of the characters… I'll compose a letter to J.K., I'm sure she won't mind…), nor am I making any money from the story; I'm just a silly fangirl who needs a Sermione outlet….
Back by popular demand, here is chapter two. I just wanted to take the time to say a huge thank you to everyone who's reviewed. They're all very sweet, encouraging, inspiring, funny, and purely wonderful. I love to hear your ideas as to what you want for another chapter, so if you'd like more, let me know! I really appreciate it, and I really hope this new chapter lives up to your expectations.
Also a special thank you has to go to my boyfriend of three years/beta reader for entertaining my love for Severus/Hermione fanfiction and sharing me, uncomplaining, to my computer. Thanks, babe.
Warning: 18 and over readers only, please. Mature content. Sexual scenes. Those who are over, this chapter is not, I repeat, not work-safe.
"Happy early birthday," she whispered, placing the red bow on her shoulder and bringing her lips to his.
Severus groaned lowly as Hermione pressed her naked body more firmly against his. He broke the kiss, threw off the blankets and rolled them over so he was on top of her. She giggled as he placed wet kisses on her neck, but moaned as his mouth found her already hardened nipple. Her hands raked through his smooth black hair, arching her back.
His hand slid up her side to cup her other breast, massaging it roughly, growling lowly. He continued his trail of kisses to her soft, yet flat, stomach. Happy that she hadn't objected yet, Severus lightly licked her hip bones in turn, causing her to moan.
Hermione's fingers tightened in his hair as he slid the rest of the way down and propped her legs up, throwing them over his shoulders and nestled his face into her moist curls. She cried out as he groaned at the smell of her readiness. She smelled sweet, like honey, but with a very slight muskiness that made Severus' brain fuzz over instantly.
Hermione thought that perhaps she was going to take her hands from his hair and find large chunks of it still attached to her, but at the moment, she could care less. Her head was swimming with pleasure, her body reacting of its own accord, bucking and thrashing as Severus' tongue graced her clit with a tentative lick. She approved highly, crying out his name.
He grinned and licked her again, and again. Hermione felt her orgasm build instantly, feeling waves of pleasure that she'd never thought she was capable of. He felt her body shuddering and brought his finger to her opening, plunging it roughly inside her. She screamed, arching almost completely off the bed. He showed no mercy. He lapped her quickly, his finger thrusting into her at a heavy pace. His own desire to take her was starting to boil over, his member swelling uncomfortably, but was determined to push her to her release.
"Oh, God, Severus, don't stop! Right there, right there!" she cried.
He added a second finger to his ministrations and sucked her swollen pebble into his mouth, continuing to run his tongue up and down it fiercely. This was her undoing. She couldn't even form a coherent sentence to tell him, but she came with the force of a hurricane. Her orgasm seemed to be torn from her, ripping her body apart by blissfulness. She felt his movements slow, lovingly allowing her to come back to earth, and gently lapping the outcome of her release.
His head was swimming from the taste of her. She was delicious, and it made his senses run wild, almost bringing him to climax, just by smelling and tasting her. His tongue sliding back and forth along her entrance caused another surge of desire to rush through her still-shuddering body. She pulled harder on his hair.
Severus released her legs, sliding them from his shoulders gently. He covered her body with his once again, resting his weight on his elbows. She released her hands reluctantly from his hair, and laughed. He gave her a questioning look.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, trying not to laugh.
"For what?" he asked quickly, having no thought as to why this beautiful woman would need to apologize for anything that just occurred.
She lifted her hand. It was covered in loose strands of long black hair. She giggled again. "I'm sorry," she repeated, looking him in the eyes.
"No need to be sorry, love, I didn't need them. It was well worth it," he mumbled before dropping his lips to hers passionately.
Their tongues battled fiercely as Hermione reached a hand between them, grasping him. He groaned against her lips as her hand slid up and down his pulsing shaft. She put her heels into the base of his toned rear and pushed him to her gently. She ran his tip along her wet entrance, moaning into his mouth.
Hermione's heels pressed into his thighs harder and Severus thrust into her, hitting bottom, filling her to the hilt. They moaned simultaneously as her tight channel squeezed around him snugly. He dropped his face to her neck, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet smell. He slowly moved within her, taking his time. After a moment of slow thrusting, Severus felt more in control and began to pick up the pace to a much approving witch.
Hermione moaned and groaned underneath him, her eyes closed, her mouth slack and her chest rising and falling rapidly into his. Severus raised himself up and stopped moving. Hermione made a noise of disproval but was quieted as he grabbed her leg and brought it over his shoulder again. He pulled almost completely out of her, and then thrust back in roughly, both of them crying out.
"Harder, Severus… please," she begged.
He complied and began ramming into her at a pace that was sure to be his undoing any moment.
"Come, Hermione," he purred. "Come for me, love."
Hermione opened her eyes and stared back into his as her second orgasm exploded. She cried his name loudly and it reverberated off the walls and filled his ears almost painfully. Within seconds, Severus followed her lead, climaxing with her name rolling off his tongue like a prayer as he spilled inside her. His head was still spinning as she slid her leg from his shoulder and put her arms around him, pulling him down to her, holding his glistening body to hers lovingly.
"Severus," she whispered.
He grunted, not able to form a sentence that would make any sort of sense.
"Thank you."
He nodded his agreement and tried to roll off of her, but her arms tightened around him.
"I like you here," she informed him, kissing his neck. "I have to get going soon, though, I have a little bit of paperwork to finish before Monday."
Severus scowled. "Can't you do it here?"
"He speaks," she giggled, but then sighed. "I at least have to go and get it."
"Well, go get it now, that way you can come back sooner," he reasoned. He shook his head at himself, sounding desperate in his own ears.
Hermione seemed to eat it up. "Only if you want me here," she teased.
Severus scoffed. "No," he teased back, "I just told you to hustle up to get back as soon as possible, when really I meant I didn't want you here."
"Well, if that's how you really feel," she laughed.
He restrained himself from rolling his eyes, and bit her neck lightly instead. "Why aren't you going to get it?" he pouted slightly.
"Oh, well, maybe it's because I don't want to get up right now… or maybe because I have a man on top of me." She smiled.
Severus raised his head to meet her eyes, his wide and his mouth open with mock shock. "Who the hell is that? I will personally hex him into oblivion!"
Hermione giggled. "Oh, no one you know."
"Well," he said, still faking shock, "I think I'll go off myself now, thank you." He rolled off of her and threw himself off the bed, landing on the floor with a 'thud', Hermione laughing loudly.
"Are you okay?" she asked, still laughing.
"No," he groaned. "I think I broke something."
Hermione's face fell and she climbed to the side of the bed and looked over, concerned.
"Look what I found!" Severus exclaimed, holding up the red bow.
"Severus!" Hermione reprimanded. "Don't scare me like that again. That wasn't very nice."
"Woman, go get dressed and get your things," he demanded, receiving a large eye roll from the witch.
"Yes, sir," she teased, sliding off the bed. She quickly grabbed her cloak and threw it around her as Severus got up, searching for his clothing.
Hermione stared at his glorious naked body, his muscles flexing as he bent to pick up his boxers.
"You are perfect," she informed him, her mouth practically watering.
He smirked. "Thank you. Aren't you going to put anything else on?" he asked, eyeing her up and down.
"No, I think I'll leave everything but my robe with you." She winked, walked over and kissed his cheek quickly before walking back to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder. "I'll be back in ten minutes, I promise."
He grinned at her, causing her heart to skip a beat. "I love you," he called to her, picking up his pants.
He was rewarded with a 100 watt smile. "I love you, too."
"Hermione Granger's apartment, London," she said clearly, watching Severus, and dropped the floo powder, instantly being engulfed by the green flames.
When she stopped spinning, she opened her eyes and stepped out onto the rug into front of her brick fireplace, wiping her bare feet. "Shit," she mumbled, realizing she forget her heels. She shrugged, smiling to herself. She quickly scorgified her feet and robe and walked two steps before turning to the hall that led to her bedroom and office.
"Ahem," came a voice from behind her, causing her to scream in surprise. She whipped around, producing her wand quickly, pointing it as she turned.
"Whoa! Hermione, it's just me!" Harry exclaimed, his arms raised in surrender.
"Jeez, Harry," Hermione sighed, storing her wand. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Apparently," he chuckled.
Hermione took in the living room. It seemed that none of the four had taken her advice and left. Ginny was still sleeping on the pull out couch, her arm across her own protruding belly over the maroon blanket that was covering her. Ron and Lavender were sitting on the black leather sofa, watching the exchange with worried expressions.
"Where the hell have you been?" Ron asked, his face setting into a scowl. "We've been worried sick!"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe to where I had floo-ed to last night?" Hermione said, her voice unnecessarily harsh.
"You've been with Snape the whole time?" he asked, not looking happy at all.
"No, I ran into the Loch Ness Monster and stayed to have a cup of tea and a nice long chat," Hermione retorted sarcastically.
Ron's reply was lost as Harry and Lavender burst out laughing. Hermione couldn't help but smile. Ginny began to stir as their laughter quieted, Ron still sitting stiffly with no trace of a smile on his face.
"Did I miss something?" Ginny mumbled, opening her eyes. "Hermione!" she exclaimed, sitting up quickly. She turned a nasty shade of green and breathed deeply. Harry rushed to her side, uncorking a vial and tipped it into her mouth. She swallowed. "Thanks, hunny," she sighed, patting his leg affectionately.
Harry smiled and sat down next to her, rubbing her stomach gently.
"So," Ginny started again, sitting up fully, "was the professor as good a lay as you thought he would be?"
Ron nearly choked. "She didn't shag him!"
"How do you know she didn't, Ron? She was there all night!" Ginny retorted.
"Hermione would never do something like that!" Ron sounded so sure of himself that Hermione almost didn't want to burst his bubble, but she was irritated from him being so damn jealous with his fiancée sitting right next to him, clearly feeling irritated also.
Hermione turned to Ginny decidedly. "No," she answered the redhead, quirking her eyebrows. "He was quite a lot better, thank you."
The room fell into a shocked silence. After a moment Ginny broke into a fit of giggles.
"And what are you laughing at?" Ron snapped.
"Hermione – oh God – Hermione!" Ginny gasped between laughing. "Oh my Lord! You shagged the Potions Master! Two hundred points to Gryffindor for sheer balls!"
Harry joined in her laughter, as did Hermione, blushing profusely. Ron sat with his arms tightly crossed across his chest, Lavender staring at him with an angry look.
They gradually fell silent again and Hermione began to feel uncomfortable standing before them, wearing nothing underneath her robe. "Uhm, guys, I'm going to get dressed real quick, okay?"
Ginny eyed her carefully. "What are you wearing, Hermione?" she asked. Hermione got the impression that Ginny knew what she was, well wasn't, wearing.
Hermione blushed again and turned away without an answer, walking quickly into her room, shutting the door.
"I can't believe she had sex with Snape," Ron complained from the living room.
"Oh shut up, Ronald," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "She's at liberty to screw whoever she pleases. Didn't you see her face last night? She was practically in tears just from his letters. I'm happy for her. I hope it works out for them. He needs someone, too, you know."
Harry looked at her with an odd expression. "You're okay with our best friend being with Snape?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Hunny, if you cared about Hermione at all, you'd agree with me. Tell me what her face looked like when she first came back this morning."
Hermione cracked the door to be able to continue to hear the conversation while she raided her closet for an outfit.
Harry thought for a moment. He sighed. "You're right, Gin," he admitted. "She looked happy, really happy, when she came back. Her face was lit up like I've never seen it…. Well, maybe just one other time."
Ron perked. "What other time?" he asked, imagining the kiss between them so long ago.
"When she got all perfect N.E.W.T. scores," Harry said, laughing. Ron's face fell slightly.
"See?" Ginny said, grabbing her husbands hand. "She needs someone to love, and to love her, whether it is the professor, or someone else."
Harry sighed, knowing it was true. "I know. I just don't know how to feel about it. I spent most of my life hating him, and even now it's hard to let some of my resentment go, but for her… for her I suppose I'll just suck it up and be happy."
"I don't like it," Ron said stiffly.
Hermione just finished putting on her socks after dressing in a simple black t-shirt and a tight pair of jeans that made her ass look great, and rolled her eyes.
*SMACK*
Hermione's eyes widened. She rushed out into the living room to see Ginny and Harry looking to the other couch, eyes wide in shock. Lavender was standing in front of Ron, who had his hand over his cheek, looking up at his fiancée with a hurt look.
"The bloody hell was that for?" he asked loudly.
"For never loving me like you'll love her, Ronald Weasley," she scathed. "I've put up with it since our sixth year, and I'll probably continue to do so, but I will not be subjected to sitting in a room with you blubbering on about it like an inconsiderate ass!"
With that she spun on her heel, wrenched the door open and was over the threshold in a matter of seconds. She paused, turning again and looked at Hermione.
"Congratulations," she said sincerely. "I hope you two are very happy." She slammed the door without another word.
Hermione looked to Ron, who still had his hand on his cheek. After a moment, Hermione spoke to him. "Hello, you git, go after her!"
"But she slapped me!" he said indignantly.
"Oh, bloody hell Ron, don't be dense!" she said, rolling her eyes. "Every woman, no matter how angry or what they say, wants you to come after them! If you want to keep her, I suggest going after her."
Ron looked to Harry and Ginny who nodded their agreement. He sighed and slowly stood and walked to the door. He turned, his mouth open to say something, his eyes finding Hermione. He sighed, deciding against it and left.
"Well, Hermione, you certainly know how to clear a room," Harry said, laughing.
"Oh be quiet, Harry," Hermione said, but there was no real meaning behind her words.
"So," Ginny said, leaning forward. "Tell us everything."
Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes simultaneously. "You're not right in the head, Gin," Hermione informed her.
"What?" she asked innocently. "I'm not allowed to ask about my best friend's sex life? What has this world come to?"
Harry laughed. "It must be the extra amount of hormones."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, I'd be curious anyway."
Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "Like I said, it was wonderful. We need to get to know each other more, though, I think. I mean, it's already so apparent what our feelings are, but we need something more, you know?"
"No," Harry said simply, looking lost.
Ginny laughed. "She means that they love each other, but they don't really know each other."
Harry still looked confused. "How is that possible?"
"Men," both women said, and then laughed.
"Do you remember when we first met, Harry?" Ginny asked, looking at him. Harry nodded, so she continued. "I loved you from the first moment I saw you. I knew about you, but I didn't know you, and I was so young, but it's true."
"It's only because I was famous," Harry teased.
Ginny scoffed. "I grew up in such an odd sorts of household that nothing, popularity or not, phases me, you know that. There was something about you other than your story that intrigued me."
Harry smiled at her and kissed her lightly. "I love you."
Ginny smiled widely. "I love you too."
Harry ripped his eyes from his wife's and back to Hermione. "So, Hermione… 'The Chosen One has spoken?'" he asked.
Hermione looked at him oddly before bursting into laughter. "Did I really say that?"
Ginny laughed also. "Oh, not to mention Snape's 'melt your heart, cream your pants voice.'"
Harry joined in the laughter, Hermione blushing deeply.
"Well," Hermione said seriously, "Harry, if Severus and I ever get married, make sure that's in your congratulatory speech, huh?"
That only caused Ginny and Harry to laugh harder.
"Oh shit!" Hermione exclaimed. "I was just supposed to grab my paperwork and…." She trailed off, glancing at the still smiling faces of the Potters.
"Are you going back to the dungeons?" Harry asked.
"I said I would," Hermione admitted.
"Go ahead," he encouraged. "We'll all talk later, I promise."
Hermione smiled and ran to gather her papers from her office. "Thanks, guys, I love you," she said when she got back.
"We love you too," Ginny said, smiling. "Now go cream your pants!"
Hermione laughed again. "Okay, there's tons of food in the fridge, you know how to work the remotes. Stay as long as you'd like, you know I don't mind. Oh, and remember, not on my bed," she said seriously, winking at Ginny.
She was in the fireplace and just about to drop the floo powder when she heard Ginny giggle and say, "Whoops!"
Before she could reply she was sucked into the green flames once again and took a gasping breath as she reached her destination.
"Hello, love," Severus called from the other room.
Hermione walked into his office to see him already sitting behind his desk, quill in hand, with a large stack of parchment in front of him. He looked up at her and smiled widely, causing her heart to skip happily.
"Care to join me, beautiful?" he asked, gesturing to a chair beside him.
Hermione smiled back and sat down, not breaking eye contact as she set her papers down. Severus set his quill down and turned his body to her.
"Did you want to work or just stare at me all day?" he teased her.
She ignored the question. "Would you like to play a game with me?" she asked.
His eyebrows scrunched together slightly. "What kind of game?" he asked hesitantly.
"Twenty questions?" she asked.
"What are the rules?" he asked seriously, causing her to smile again.
"We each get twenty questions," she explained. "We ask them in turn, one asks, then the other… we can ask the same question as the other person, but it counts as a question… we can each skip questions, and the asker gets to re-ask another one, which only counts as one question, not two… uhm… the questions can be anything, but like I said, that doesn't mean you have to answer them… I think that's about it."
"How about we make it so we have to answer, no matter the question?" Severus asked.
"I don't think that's fair," Hermione admitted. "But I have no reason to keep secrets if you don't."
"I have none," he replied simply.
"Good." She smiled.
He smirked. "Ladies first," he said, gesturing to her, settling in his chair more comfortably.
"What would you do if, in two months, I told you I was pregnant?"
A/N – To find out what Severus' answer was, or to see all the questions, review and let me know if you want 'em! I don't mind ideas for questions either! You guys are inspiring! : )