A/N: Thanks to all those giving this little story the time of day. Your votes, views, and comments matter.
-TWIW-
The first song passed into the next one without either Severus or Hermione breaking apart. He tenderly wiped at her damp cheeks and she turned her head, "Don't."
He pulled his hand away, concern lit his features, "Don't what, Hermione?"
Wet, warm chocolate eyes met his own, "Don't….don't make me fall in love with you again," she answered softly, clutching his shoulder as they slowed to a stop on the dance floor. "Not if you're just gonna walk away the next time something doesn't go right. My heart cannot take losing you again."
Severus felt his heart hammer in his chest, "I should have chased after you. That morning in Greece…..I just assumed you would never want to stay with me. That once you realized I was Sebastian…." He cupped her face once more, "I see now that I was wrong. Please," he pressed, "give me the chance to prove how much more I can love you as Severus. Because I do. I love you, Hermione Granger."
She leaned into his hand, covering it with her own. "I-I, I love you too Severus Snape. So much. I've loved you since-" Hermione never got a chance to finish that sentence because Severus was kissing her feverishly. Right there, in the middle of the Great Hall.
There were gasps but neither registered them as their lips locked as if breath wasn't a necessity. Finally parting, Severus rested his forehead on Hermione's whispering, "Perhaps we should finish this somewhere less public, Enchantress?"
"Yes please."
-TWIW-
"No knickers Madame Granger, I'm surprised," Severus purred in a voice like sex itself.
He hadn't waited a second to peel her gown from her body. Kissing her passionately the whole trek to her chambers until she lay there, swollen mouth, bare save for those sparkling heels. "Y-Yes," she replied nearly unable to concentrate on anything other than those talented fingers teasing her mound. "After a while, it became habit. Something I couldn't part with, l-like the necklace."
"I'm glad," Severus drawled slinking up to capture her lips once more. Her leg came up to curl around his body and in a powerful thrust, they were one. He felt her soft, moist, sleeve cover him exquisitely and he groaned. It really was like coming home. Hermione's body was indeed the same and yet different.
There was something different about making love and knowing who she was. That the woman clawing at his back, digging her heels into his ass, sucking on his neck and moaning his name was Hermione Granger. Not just Helena, or the woman in white- she was both of those things and a lot more. A whole lot more. This was a real woman, with a past, with baggage, with….scars. The infamous "mudblood" carved into her arm now unglamoured just like his dark mark.
This was far more intimate than any of their encounters. No matter how much they had given each other before, this experience was amplified. Because now there was nothing to hold back. The effect was completely liberating. Severus had intended on making love to her slowly but he wanted her so badly….
He pulled back, hesitated, then drove into her again, causing her to cry out again. Severus began to take her hard and fast, driving deep into her core. He was hissing and grunting with pleasure as he tore into her. His thrust caused her to move up the mattress, "Soooo juicy," He said to her, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he watched his glistening tool punish her.
Severus slammed into Hermione, whirling his pelvis in large circles. Hearing her groaning and crying out as he started alternating between strong strokes and wide whirls, as his nails dug into her sides. He took in everything this moment had to offer, his own pale body flexing over her, his eyes hungry and full of lust. "You're loving this aren't you?" He asked, "Yes. Yes, you are. Here...more for you...more...more….more...Enchantress!" He added even more power, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Hermione thought she was going to collapse. His thrusts became so very powerful, so unrelenting and he was fucking her recklessly. Her own noises became helpless and she desperately tried to catch her breath. An incredible task, or so it seemed. She loved how he showed no mercy, loved the way he pounded into her with his hardness and at that pace.
"Se...ver...us…" she breathed his name, not able to remember when she had last experienced so much pleasure. The bed was creaking underneath them loudly. It was incredible, the way he fucked her into the mattress. Seconds later she clenched around him, letting out a high pitched sigh as aftershocks ran through her like never before.
Severus strained into her, biting his lip as his loins were soaked in her release. The scent of sex heavy in the air. Hearing her call his name was like a boost in his high. He hissed, grasping her by the waist and drawing her clenching body over him hungrily. He was still driving forward, riding through her release as he chased his own. Speeding up, he felt the inevitable tightening, his hold on her becoming painful. And as he shuddered with his release he held her in place.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," he breathed over and over until his supply was depleted. Spent, he crushed her under his weight. Lazily placing a tender kiss to her lips; the action so at odds with his rough lovemaking.
Hermione tried to calm down. Tried to relax, her tense body still slightly trembling from her own release. "You're incredible," she breathed quietly, her tone not more than a whisper, her warm breath landing on his face. His weight should have been heavy, but to Hermione it was comfort. A very strong reminder that he was here, present. That they were really going to give this thing a try: not as Sebastian and Helena, but as Severus and Hermione. "I love you," she whispered as her dark lover rolled over onto his back, pulling her into his arms.
He rubbed her back, content at the familiar smell of her hair and thoroughly sated. "And I love you, Hermione." With that said he waved off the lights and prepared to spend the night with his darling Enchantress.
The End.