AN - I own nothing! I'm just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!

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Chapter 10

Weeks had passed, turning into months. The relationship—if it could even be called that—between Severus and Hermione was simple and yet complicated, all at once. They had seen each other almost daily when the other wasn't busy, or when Hermione wasn't on one of her business trips. Their relationship was based on sex, and it was obvious.

The sex was mind blowing between them. Severus had had unlocked a sexual appetite in her that even she had not known of until then. Thankfully, despite his in advancing age, he could match her stamina. Wizards at the age of their forties were still considered young and in their prime. He had more sex with her, than he had his entire life. And it wasn't just a one night stand, like the ones he had in the past with whores. No, Hermione was different, and he wanted more of her every time.

Of course, it wasn't sex all the time. Sometimes they just relaxed, each reading a book, or even watching the TV. If it was a comedy, Hermione would just laugh her ass off, while Severus would just snort and shake his head, not finding anything amusing. Eating out or eating in was something that they did a lot, and shared with each other. Much to Severus's dismay, he was also forced to accompany her on some of her shopping trips. But a trip to the bookstore was something that he would never object to.

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Hermione walked into her kitchen, as her nose and ears told her that someone was cooking. She had never actually cooked in years, and was surprised to see an almost naked Severus, in only an apron, standing in front of the stove. His naked backside looked nice enough to take a bite out of, right next to those dimples that he had below his cheeks.

"I didn't know you could cook," Hermione said as she sat herself up on the kitchen counter nearby, catching his gaze. "I thought we were ordering Chinese or pizza?"

"You never asked if I could cook. It's similar to potions. And I'm getting tired of having the same food delivered whenever we eat in," Severus answered as he tossed some chili flakes into the pasta that was in the frying pan. "I can't believe how much frozen foods you have in your refrigerator." He kept his gaze on her. She was wearing only his button down shirt, and it was completely unbuttoned. She wasn't wearing her knickers or a bra, and looked really sexy as she was.

"I'm really not much of a cook, and I tend to burn boiling water," Hermione said back. It wasn't possible to burn boiling water of course, but she wanted to imply just how much of a bad a cook she was.

"How is that possible when you aced potions?"

"I guess I had the hots for the professor."

Severus narrowed his eyes at her. "No you didn't," he growled.

"Oh, but I do now," Hermione smirked, and blew a kiss at his direction.

"I am not your professor anymore," he muttered as he continued on with his cooking. "Thank Merlin there still was some pasta that wasn't expired with your canned goods. With a little bit of olive oil, garlic powder and chili flakes, I'd say we have a decent meal."

"Will you cook for me everyday?" she cooed at him. She watched him place the pasta in a big bowl, and turn off the stove top.

"Merlin woman! First I become your escort, your bodyguard, and then your man whore. Now you want me to be your private chef?" He grabbed a fork, and stood in front of her, along with the bowl of pasta. He twirled some pasta into the fork, and fed her. "You can't afford me," he sneered.

"Oh really?" With a finger and a thumb, Hermione took hold of a single, long strand of spaghetti, and slurped it into her mouth, giving Severus a very seductive look. Her other hand then went to cup the bulge that was growing beneath the apron. The apron was raised slowly above his hips with her hands, and she eyed his growing member. "You want a raise?" she asked seductively against his lips, her hand was stroking him.

"You minx," Severus said as he set the bowl aside. He leaned towards her, his fingers trailing down her breasts, stomach, and then her crotch. He teased her curls, her clit, and then thrust a finger into her. "A raise for something wet?"

"Deal." Hermione then felt Severus's hands grab her hips, as he thrust into her hard. She clung on to him tightly as he started with his slow and fasts thrusts. There was nothing gentle about their fucking at the moment, as it was most of the time.

"Fuck Hermione!" Severus grunted against her cheek, continuing on with his assault. "I'm not going to last Love… Ugh… Fuck! Dammit! Touch yourself."

Hermione did as told, and brought her fingers down to her clit. She started to thrum with it, letting Severus guide the movement of her thrusts. "Almost… Almost… Fuck!" she shouted out loud as her orgasm took her. She bit into his shoulder and continued to play with herself, peaking even higher.

"Mother fuck-" Severus grunted when he felt his balls tighten. His thrusts slowed, but became harder and firmer as he spilled himself into her, feeling her tighten around him again and again.

When they both came down from their high, Severus collapsed against Hermione as she slumped also, leaning against the wall behind her. Severus's head was pillowed on top of her breasts as they tried to catch their breath. After some time, he was able to withdraw from her abused flesh, and reach for the closest stool behind him.

"I need food," he said as he reached for the bowl of pasta and started to shove some in his mouth. Food was energy for the body, and he needed replenishment.

"Feed me," Hermione said as she reached out to him.

Severus did as he was told and moved closer to her. He started to feed he as well as she remained on the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing next week?" Hermione asked. Spring break was just around the corner.

"Why?" Severus asked back.

"I have a house in the Hamptons. Come with me."

"No doubt that area will be crowded."

"Yes. People out on the beach, and taking their boats out."

"Do you have a boat?" Severus asked curiously.

"No, but Adam does," Hermione replied. "He'll be throwing his usual parties at his house, or rather, his mother's."

"Shit," Severus said as he dropped the fork, and placed the bowl back on the counter. He lost his appetite, not wanting to think about that man.

"What is it?" Hermione frowned.

"He can't be trusted Hermione," he replied. He looked up at her and shook his head.

"His image is what they say it is; rich, spoiled son of the governor. A playboy on top of that. He's been trying to go out with me all these years, but he was never my type. He can't take no for an answer and still goes after me. Still, he's a good guy, and not as annoying as Ron. He's a good friend and is willing to help out other friends."

"You are not to be alone with him at any occasion," Severus said firmly. "I will not allow it."

"And who are you to tell me that?" Hermione gasped.

"I mean it," Severus said slightly raising his voice.

"You cannot control my life Snape! I will go where I please, and be with who I want to be. You are not my boyfriend, nor are you my husband." As soon as she heard the words slip out of her mouth without thinking, she regretted saying them.

"You think I don't give a crap about your well being?!" Severus bellowed.

"It doesn't matter if you do or not. I will do what I want, and be with whoever I want to be."

"Fine! I don't give a shit if anything happens to you," Severus said as he ripped off his apron. "We were just fuck buddies, and nothing more. Good-bye Granger." With that, he left the kitchen, got dressed, and soon left Hermione's apartment. She was left, alone, and hurt, pondering at her own words.

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AN – No makeup sex this time around. Review!