Animal Magnetism

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing of the Harry Potter 'Verse. I just like to play with them time to time. Especially Severus.

Chapter 12

"I need you. I know it's crazy, and I don't care, I don't *care*, I just need you. I need you inside me now." Severus heard the words and thought he must be imagining some fantasy of the mountain of gods. The most bright and intriguing woman he'd ever known, the woman whose courage and beauty and magic had captured his soul, wanted *him*. Wanted him *inside* her. Wanted him *now*. Holy Merlin's staff. The feel of her wet heat against him shot a bolt of hot lust through his body straight to his groin. He thrust two fingers inside her, as deep as they'd go, and growled a warning when she squirmed against his hand. The beast inside him that was more animal than man, that had battled and fought and killed for decades, warning her not to try to escape him.

But she said "Yes, more, yes," panting, reassuring him that she wasn't trying to get away, and the beast calmed, gave way to the man. He barely had time to wonder what the fuck was happening to him before another wave of lust rode him hard, and he groaned, as his body clenched, his hips bucking involuntarily. She was riding his fingers and rubbing her luscious breasts against him and he had to get inside her before he died. He bent his knees and lowered his head and caught a tight, perfect nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, fingers still moving inside her. He found her clit with his thumb, rubbing her in the same rhythm that his fingers were moving to, and she caught his hair in her hands and cried out his name. When she exploded around his fingers, shuddering in his grasp, he shouted out his triumph and his possession, and he turned and crossed the room in one leap with her still in his arms.

Before she could change her mind, or come to her sense and realize a battle-hardened warrior would never be enough for her, he laid her down on the bed and yanked her legs apart. Put his hands on the bottom of her thighs and held her open to him. Stared at her slick, swollen folds and murmured a promise that he would taste her soon. Would bury his face and lips and tongue in her honey and taste her until she screamed and came in his mouth. She shuddered at his words, and he lost the power of speech. He tried to tell her how beautiful she was, how special. All that came out was "Mine." She stared up at him with a passion-drenched gaze, panting from her orgasm, desire still sparkling in the glorious gold of her eyes. "Severus?" "Mine," he repeated, unable to form words, unable to understand them.

Why could she still talk? She moved, lifted a hand to push a strand of hair from her face, and the motion triggered the predator, the conqueror inside him who demanded that he stake a claim on this woman. His woman. "Mine. *Now*," he growled, and then he centered himself over her and looked into her eyes once more, sanity trying to raise its head, honor giving her one last chance to change her mind. But she smiled up at him and nodded and said the most beautiful word he'd ever heard. "Yes." At that moment he shifted so that he no longer blocked the window and the moonlight that shone across her body transformed her into the goddess from his dreams. He just stared in wonder for a long moment, wondering how he'd never before noticed that she was the one. He even understood on a primal level that he was about to make love to a goddess turned human, but he didn't care what price he had to pay- she was *his*.

In one powerful thrust, he drove his cock all the way into her slick heat and he shouted again, shouted her name, shouted his claiming in Latin, the only language his boggled brain could remember. She clenched around him and cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her heels into his ass, not pushing him away but pulling him closer- and he was all to eager to comply. Oh thank Merlin. Leaning in and capturing her lips once more, he kissed her until he was inhaling her breath and magic and soul. "Say my name Hermione. Tell me you want me, and only me," he demanded, slowly pulling out of her then plunging back in, over and over, speeding up rhythm in response to the little moans and gasps she made underneath him.

"I… yes… oh… wow…. Severus….," she breathed heavily, "I want you. Oh Gods, I want you! More than anything I've ever wanted in my life~" Some primitive instinct deep down in the savage waters of his genetic ancestry roared out its triumph. Every muscle in his body tightened at the sound of his name in her lilting voice. His cock swelled and hardened impossibly until the friction from her tight, wet sheath drove him insane with sensation. He drove harder and deeper, farther with every stroke. Hermione suddenly gasped, dragging her nails down his back, and tightened around him as she exploded, crying out his name as she came. The force of her orgasm drove him over the edge, and he thrust into her as far as he could go and kept still, holding her tightly in his arms while his release pulsed into her. The he collapsed beside her, pulling her with him so he remained in her body, careful not to crush her with his weight.

"Severus, I-" she began before making a funny little gasping sound, and the music that had been soaring through the room exploded in his head. A rainbow of music, a sunrise of melodies, floated, spiraled through the room and through both of them, and the force of it slammed Severus back against the pillows, still clutching Hermione in his arms, satiation giving away to another impossibly powerful, driving hunger. But suddenly the splendor and power of the music blasted through his mental shield and maybe hers too, because he looked into her eyes and saw the depths of her soul. A perfect reflection of his. Shuddering, he felt himself falling into her, or her into him, and his eyes closed against the brightness shining back. "I love you." Severus Snape woke up from the dream [nightmare?] drenched in sweat, tangled in his sheets, and slightly fearful. "Bloody Hell."

Hermione kicked herself out of her wanderings as he wheeled around and strode towards her so swiftly that he'd already halted in front of her before she could think, move, or even breathe. Staring deep into her eyes, his own gaze as if daring her to stop him, he put his arm around her wait and pulled her to his chest. Every nerve ending she had went from zero to sixty at the feel of him, and she fought the mad urge to snuggle closer. Just the way he looked at her, like he'd like to strip her and take her up against the wall, had been enough to make her hot and wet. He turned his head so she felt his warm breath in her ear, and her traitorous body trembled.

Her cheeks burned. It was one thing to desire the dark, sarcastic, and often cruel man who'd delighted in tearing her down for years- it was completely another to let him know it. But his next words gave her pause. "I, who had always prided myself on being entirely rational, find any semblance of calm or logic has deserted me at the touch of you." He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, making her shiver again. She put her hands on his chest, realizing in a dim, hazy corner of her mind that this was dangerous. He was dangerous. Yet all of a sudden she didn't care. She'd been captured by the silken web of sensuality he wove. With all her skill for words, she couldn't find one to tell him to let her go.

His lips traveled up the side of her neck then nipped at her earlobe and she cried out at the bolt of pure lust that shot through her, causing her thighs to clench together. "I want you Hermione," he murmured huskily in a voice that should've been illegal on all seven continents. Musical, deep, and darkly seductive, the sound of it in her ear was almost enough to make her start tearing at his clothes until she could put her hands and mouth on that hot male skin. The plainly stated words were just as powerful. That alone startled enough to give her pause. "We can't," she breathed as his gaze grew bolder. She was scared of such passion, and how it could change her life. "It…it isn't right." He began to unbutton his shirt, one button by one torturous button to bare and expanse of tantalizing flesh.

"I have spent the last two decades of my life doing what I felt was right, that I was obligated to or that seemed reasonable. Now I have a chance to do for myself, to feel again, and I want to wrap myself in every moment of it. I want to wrap myself in you." "But-well-" Hermione suddenly couldn't find a good reason to disagree with him and her resolve weakened further with every button. When he pulled off his shirt in one swift movement and dropped it to the floor, her mind shut down completely, an inferno of desire searing away what was left of that resolve. His gaze now was that of a predator as he came closer, and she felt a shiver of unease mixed with excitement.

She'd unleashed something with her actions and now she lay vulnerable before him awaiting the consequences. Impossibly, their desires had become entangled together, and they became more vitally integral to each other than she could even understand. She realized on a fathoms deep level what she felt for him transcended the mundane reality of days, months or years, her soul called to him, and he answered it. He wanted everything she was and planned to take it. And God help them both if she ran. Melting, helpless before the primal onslaught of passion, she slipped and he caught her, pulling her tight to him once more. And catching her wrists in his hand, he held them up over her head. "So perfect, so delicious," he rasped, trailing his mouth down her neck and biting down on the sensitive curve there.

Heat scorched her, a delectable fullness and tingling invading her limbs and making her writhe under him, seeking more. "So wet," he said, voice rough with need. And she wanted to bite him back. Put her mouth all over him and taste him. But most of all she needed- needed. He stood back just enough to make his pants vanish and his erection was huge, jutting out in front of him. And he didn't stop there, didn't hesitate, but quickly took her. But she was more than ready- had been since she first even heard his voice pour over her like dark chocolate, or poison… And in a blink they were on the bed with him on top of her, her without clothes as well and him clearly intent on only one goal. Finally.

He spread her thighs with his masterful hands and entered her with one powerful thrust, as deep as he could go, until she cried out from the pressure and fullness and the ecstasy of having what she wanted so badly, exactly where she wanted him. "Mine," he said, withdrawing and thrusting into her again and again. Long, powerful strokes; claiming strokes, dominance and possession in every movement of his hips. "Mine and mine alone." She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into the hard muscles of his thighs, and he lapsed into murmured endearments or offered promises and oh, oh! She'd never felt anything so amazing.

"More," she gasped out, delirious with need, poised on the edge of some momentous fulfillment. "Mine," he growled, pulling back an inch, almost withholding. Whimpering, she arched up. "Yours! Oh God, yours! Just-don't-stop-" She panted and cried out as he gave it to her again and she sank her fangs into him. Then she was gone, flying up and over the stars themselves. Or through the ceiling into the sky, the taste of him like liquid fire, a free fall into ecstasy and release unimaginably bright. Her orgasm must've triggered his, because he drove into her one final time, deeper and harder than ever before, and then his lithe body shuddered over her as he poured himself into her.

She had a moment for sanity and common sense to return, with thoughts of their impossible future, before all of that vanished under a storm of pure sensation and unbearably beautiful light and color. 'Mine,' echoed inside her head in her own voice. 'Forever.' More distant sounding. She was falling, but somehow falling… up? Sideways? No. Into. She was falling into her lovers' soul. And it scared her to death. Then Hermione woke up, panting and screaming, covered in sweat with all the sheets tumbled to the floor. "Shit."

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Hermione nodded and quickly turned to leave, hair swinging about her shoulders, though everyone else stayed still. "Voldemort is active again." That one sober statement from Harry stopped her dead in her tracks. She spun back around, hellfire in her eyes. "What?" Dumbledore stayed silent, and Ron was looking at the brunette as if he wanted to shut his friend up.