Warning: Lemons, language, etc
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – THE FIRST AND LAST HOLIDAYS
To Severus' great relief, Hermione healed quickly as was soon back on her feet attending classes and working with him in the potions lab and, he assumed, working with the renewed Dumbledore's Army. She told him as little about that as she could and he understood it was to prevent his punishment from Voldemort but he wasn't sure if she did it to protect him or to protect herself. The cold came sudden and quick, and December appeared just after the first snow, a mad blizzard that a few still braved to go outside. It was sad to think that was better than being inside the castle, but that was what the world had become at Hogwarts. The regular impending holiday cheers was severely dampened but the students whispered excitedly about finally leaving this place and hoping their parents wouldn't send them back.
"Severus," Hermione started as she prepared potions ingredients, "what do you do on the holidays?"
"Go home or stay here. It always depended on what Minerva and… and Albus wanted."
"And now?"
He looked over at her a long time and didn't know how to answer. "What do you do?"
"Go home or stay with the Weasleys. Or at Grimmauld but I'm never going back there."
"And now?" He mimicked her.
She looked at him similarly to how he had looked at her. "I have to be where you are, let's be honest."
"Then where do you want to be?"
"Here. We have to keep an eye on everything."
"You aren't wrong."
In silence, they finished their potions and moved to their separate bathrooms to shower. This time though, Hermione stopped him as he made a beeline for the closet. He glanced down at her confused and she slowly reached for the hem of the towel he had clasped in his fingers by his chest.
"What are you doing?"
"I want us to see each other."
Severus opened his mouth to protest but he didn't know what to say, so he shut it and relinquished his control of the robe to Hermione. She held onto it for a moment longer, looking into is eyes. Finally, she released the towel and it fell to the floor. Instead of immediately looking at Severus, she reached for his hands and put them on the twist that held her towel in place. She felt a small tremble in his hands. She offered him a tiny smile of comfort and she felt him undo the twist and let the towel go. And then, Severus did something Hermione didn't expect, he reached out and pulled her body against his and held on tightly.
"What's this for?" She asked.
He didn't answer; instead he took a step back and let his eyes devour her. Hermione watched with quickening breath as he took in every inch of her, his desire obvious in his eyes, and more obvious elsewhere. Hermione flushed, and instinctually wrapped her arms around herself.
"Don't you dare." Severus growled and reached out to pry her arms away from her body. He kissed the fingers and palm of one hand, down her arm to her elbow and the same on the other arm. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, could feel her hummingbird pulse against his lips. Severus turned her so Hermione's back was against the closet doors and stared at her face a long moment. "You still want this?"
Hermione nodded emphatically and Severus grinned wolfishly. Finally, finally his time had come. He pressed himself against her form, relishing in her gasp as their naked bodies aligned. She turned her face up to him, willing and welcoming, and he bent his head, placing his mouth over hers. He didn't even have to seek entrance, her lips parted willingly, sucking his tongue in when he offered it. He groaned, digging his erection into her pliant belly. He kissed down her jawline to her neck where he suckled, teasing a bruise out of her pale flesh and nipping his teeth at the instant, marvelous purple. She moaned, parting her legs and seeking out his thigh with her core, rubbing her clit against the skin there. Severus worked his lips down her body, sucking and nibbling, ensuring her nipples were sore peaks before continuing down the sensitive skin on her sides and forming more bruises on the insides of her hipbones which made her squirm wildly, mewling and moaning above him. He smirked against her thigh before gently closing his teeth over her clit.
"Severus!" She cried, her hands flying to tangle in his hair, her hips thrusting forward.
He had dreamed of that, his name crashing from her lips in ecstasy, it haunted him every minute of every day. His erection throbbed painfully at the sound of this and he hissed against her wetness before he continued his work. It took only a few long slow licks of her folds and a firm suckle of her clit before she started panting nonsense, her body completely writhing out of her control. Experimentally, he penetrated her with two fingers and she exploded. Her fingers hurt in his hair and her juices flooded his hand and his chin. His name tumbled from her lips repeatedly. He extracted himself, leaning back to see her like this. She was perfection. And also unable to stay standing, her legs quaking and giving way. Scoffing, he scooped her up and took her to the bed. Her body trembled in his arms and writhed towards him when he pulled away. He smirked, standing back, his arms crossed over his chest. "Do you want me Miss Granger?"
"Please Severus!"
"Please what?"
"I want- I need you inside me." She pleaded.
Need. She needed him. What an interesting choice of words. He decided he would give her what she needed. Just not yet. Severus moved back onto the bed, flipping Hermione onto her stomach. He sat casually beside her as he ran his fingers up and down her back, tickling her spine, making her moan and mumble. Slowly, further down still where he traced the backs of her thighs before he finally placed his hands on her bum, massaging each globe in his hand, leaning forward to bite them. Hermione yelped but did not try to escape him. This close, the smell of her arousal was like drowning in it and he groaned. He shoved an arm under her hips and hoisted her upwards, where she steadied herself on her knees, willingly burying her face in the pillow, her hips swaying dangerously in search of him. Severus kneeled behind her and took in the delicious view a moment before he moved forward, digging his fingertips into her hip bones and drawing the length of his erection through the crevice of her arse. Hermione keened beautifully in that moment and then he thrust into her wetness.
"Fuck." He breathed, pausing with his shaft completely buried inside her. She was so hot and welcoming, her walls pulsing and squeezing his length. The intensity of it overwhelmed him. He pulled back, pulling out and she hissed, her hips trying to follow him backwards, but he succeeded in freeing himself of her. He looked down at his soaked cock, the dripping head poised just between her thighs and he thrust again. The both called out. Keens and cries filled the room as he moved in and out of her slick warmth, his thrusts building in speed and fervor. She felt like fucking heaven. A waterfall of tightness. Burning warmth swallowing up his cock. Fuck. He thrust a hand forward to grip her shoulder, his hips moving faster, harder.
"Oh god! Severus! Severus please!"
His name, he couldn't get over her crying out his name, babbling nonsense about pleasure and begging him to make her come. He reached his hand that wasn't gripping her shoulder down around her body and rolled her clit between her thumb and finger. She screamed, panting his name, her whole body tensing and releasing in unchecked spasms, her walls clenching down on the beautiful pleasure of his painful erection, sucking him in deeper.
"Hermione." He groaned, it sounded like pleading. It felt good, her name between his lips while he was between her legs. "Hermione. Hermione!" He shouted into his orgasm, the ache that nearly consumed him exploding into her in pounding waves as she gasped and bucked back into him. Heaving and trembling, they collapsed together. After a moment, he tried to move from on top of her but one of her hands clenched at his bum, the other in his hair so he stayed, his fraying mind focusing on his spent cock twitching inside of her pulsing walls covered in him. Fucking heaven.
SHSHSH
Hermione, much to her chagrin, was sore for the next few days, although she refused any potion and ran her hands all over Severus' body each night before they fell asleep. She said she liked the soreness, and blushed furiously when she explained that it felt like he was still inside her. Personally, Severus loved that, he thought about her sitting in class, wiggling her perfect bum on the bench, unable to get rid of the feeling of him inside her. It made him hard. He did his best to ignore it, now fully aware that Hermione would open up to him again when she was ready. It was an intoxicating thought. He survived off of it during meetings with the Carrows, him pretending to ransack students stuff for proof of Dumbledore's Army, painful meals in the Great Hall when professors whispered and glared. It lasted weeks until finally the month of holidays started. Hermione followed Severus down to the gate in one of her elegant, Slytherin-y robes from the Knockturn Alley to watch the students off. And followed him back up to the castle, a trail of glaring and muttering professors behind them. Hermione quickened her pace to walk closer to Severus.
"Are you alright?" She whispered, "you're practically humming with tension."
"I need you." He hissed back.
She looked at him startled, "You mean…?"
"Yes." He growled and lengthened his stride. She hurried to stay in pace with him until they were inside, the doors slamming open violently. Hermione was going to ask where they were going but Severus grabbed her wrist and hauled her down a hallway to an alcove and pushed her past the tapestry. Hermione giggled lightly and Severus whipped out his wand and cast a silencing charm around them.
"Here, Severus, seriously?"
"Yes seriously." He growled, undoing his trousers and freeing his aching erection with a low groan.
Hermione's eyes grew wide and her lips made a little 'o'. "You weren't kidding."
"I'm like this all the damn time, witch."
"For me?" Her voice was timid, unsure.
He grew still, his eyes boring into her. "Always you. And I've lost count the number of times I've imagined taking you in this exact spot." Her breath quickened. He liked the way it made her pulse tremble in her neck, her lips fall open, her pupils dilate under lowered lids. He stepped forward and reached out to her, thrilled to find these particular robes had a high slit in them, buried under the long, warm robe she wore over it. He shoved the outer robe off her shoulders and watched it fall, his eyes drawn to her face where she was locked onto the sight of his bobbing erection, which had already left a haphazard trail of precum on the fronts of her robes. His cock throbbed at the sight. He took the final step forward so their bodies pressed together and he latched his mouth onto her throat, next to where he knew the other fading hickey was being covered by a glamour. He sucked hard, grinding himself against her belly, his hands clutching her bum, spreading her cheeks. She moaned, her hips rolling forward, begging for a releasing pressure but her core found no resistance to grind against.
"Please, Severus." She panted, clawing at his impenetrable robes.
He glanced down at her, her robes now perfectly stained in precum where he had been grinding against her. He nipped her collar bone and squatted slightly and stood, lifting her with him so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His erection pressed up against the space between her arsecheeks, which he still held firmly apart. Severus thrust a few times, rubbing his length against her sopping folds, her taint, the head of his cock just teasing her puckered hole. She keened his name again and reached between them, grabbing his erection. He hissed, surprised at the insanely arousing touch of her cool fingers around his burning length. He let her guide him to her entrance and thrust as hard as he could. She sucked in air, her head lolling back against the stone walls. He thrust again, watching obsessively as the resistance of the wall against her back made her breasts jiggle in the robes. He thrust again and dropped in his head against the wall next to hers.
"You feel too fucking good Hermione."
"You too," she breathed, her voiced hitching when he thrust again, "you too."
"Say my name. Say it."
"Severus." She keened, "Severus please make me cum."
His eyes rolled back and he started pounding into her, relishing in the sloppy sounds of his erection being buried in her wetness. He moved harder and harder, he wanted to hear her say she could still feel him inside of her in a week. Her heels hurt in his bum and thighs and it made him drive harder, desperate to see how loud he could make her cry his name.
"Fuck Hermione, I can't… I can't…"
"It's okay, cum inside me, please, Severus."
Her request, his name. It was too much. Severus slammed into her, burying his face between her small breasts and moaning her name over and over. His hips thrusted against his will when she shattered all around him, her first orgasmic cry coming as he emptied himself into her. They stayed like that a moment, quivering.
"I can feel it, Severus," she whispered into his hair, "when you cum inside me. It's incredible."
He moaned, wishing he could take her again just for that remark.
"Are you really always like that?"
"Yes. It's incredible I'm still alive I'm so bloody distracted by you."
"Severus?"
He hummed his yes, unwilling to actually say it.
"Anytime you want me, just tell me." He pulled his head away from her chest to look at her. She nodded, "I'm serious. I want you all the time too."
Severus smirked.
The tapestry was flung aside. Hermione gasped but Severus turned his head calmly to find a wand right in his face.
"I knew it! I knew I would find you doing something-" Minerva pinched her lips and reached a hand out in Hermione's direction. "Come on dear, why don't we get you a shower?"
Hermione's eyebrows shot up and she glanced at Severus who lowered her to the ground and turned aside so he could tuck himself away out of sight. Hermione smoothed her robes, keeping her eyes locked on Minerva's, entirely forgetting the smears of precum there. Severus smirked and bent to pick up her warm outer robe for her.
"I can shower in my own bathroom, professor."
Minerva's eyes darted to Severus and down at the smudge of Hermione's juices that had gathered on the front of his trousers. He didn't bother to hide it. "What about a cup of tea?" Minerva tried again.
"Again, I'm more than happy to have some in our rooms."
Severus liked the way she said our rooms. He offered her the warm robe and she draped it around her shoulders. "I think, Minerva, she has made up her mind."
"You are going to pay for what you've done to her." Minerva's grip tightened on her wand.
"Don't." Hermione said, wedging herself between the wandtip and Severus. "You will regret it." It wasn't a threat, a simple statement of truth, because one day Minerva would know what she did, that Severus was always on their side. Hermione took Severus' hand and led him out of the alcove and through the corridors to their rooms, where the paired looked at each other, smiles playing on their lips. Hermione ordered them lunch and Severus covertly got rid of the second bathroom. Privacy was irrelevant now.