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He still wasn't talking to her.
Ron had confronted Hermione a week ago during a free period. She'd been in the library, surrounded by Ancient Runes texts and furiously scribbling on her parchment when he'd dragged the chair out and sat across from her.
"Who?"
"What?" she'd stopped writing and looked up. Seeing the strained look on his face, realization crossed her features. "Oh, Ron…I don't think…"
His face reddened and he'd stood up, pushing the chair backwards. "WHO?" he shouted.
Trying to whisper, she glanced around. "Ron, please, calm down." Madam Pince was coming around the counter, glaring at them.
"Just tell me, Mione!" he'd shouted again, the hurt clear in his voice.
Hermione had felt the tears welling in her eyes. Looking up at her friend, she was at a loss for words. There was no way that she could tell him about Severus.
"Out!" The librarian hissed at them, hands on her hips.
"Oh, I'm leaving. This is over." Those were the last words that he had said to her before stalking from the library.
Harry had since tried to bridge the gap, but Ron refused to acknowledge her presence. Unless she was going to tell him who her boyfriend was, she didn't exist.
Boyfriend, now that was a ridiculous word to associate with Severus Snape.
To be perfectly honest, she had no idea what they were. The sex was incredible; Severus was a passionate man who relished in her pleasure. But they hadn't done a whole lot of talking.
Hermione shook herself out of her musings and realized that the common room was empty. Checking the time, she realized that she had missed half of dinner. Resigning herself to another uncomfortable meal with Ron ignoring her and Harry trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, she stood and headed through the portrait.
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Standing at the top of the Astronomy tower, Hermione fingered the necklace that Harry had given her for her birthday. She watched as the sun set on the first day of her eighteenth year. Dried tear tracks stained her face. She had technically been an adult in the wizarding world since her last birthday. But in the muggle world…in her parents' world, today would have been special.
Falling painfully to her knees, Hermione closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cold stone of the railing. Her mother and father were dead. Her best friend refused to speak to her. Her lover, for lack of a better word, was a bloody death eater. In all her years of being isolated and shunned as the know-it-all mudblood bookworm, she'd never felt so alone.
She sensed his presence before she felt his touch.
Severus had been doing his post-supper rounds when he came across her in the tower. He watched her for a few minutes, knowing that she needed her solitude today. He was well aware of how difficult it was to celebrate anything when the wounds of loss were still fresh.
When he saw her slip to the ground, he moved swiftly.
Lifting Hermione carefully, Severus turned the limp girl so that she was facing him. Her eyes were red and puffy; she'd obviously been crying.
Severus pulled her close and finally felt her move. Hermione's small hands crawled up his sides and slipped into his robes, grasping his shirt tightly.
Wandlessly locking the door behind him, he bent and pressed his lips into her hair, wrapping his arms protectively around her shoulders. It had only been 9 days (not that he was counting), but he had missed touching her.
Hermione jerked suddenly and pulled herself out of his grip. "I'm sorry, I should go…"
Before she reached the door, Severus grabbed her arm, spinning her back around. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he softened. "Please talk to me, Hermione. I don't…" Severus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm no good at this." Opening his eyes, he looked at the shaking woman.
A tear leaked down Hermione's face. "I'm sorry. This isn't…we aren't…" She stopped, unsure of what she was trying to say.
Letting her go, he tensed. "We aren't what?"
"I don't know," she sobbed, "I don't know what we are…" Hermione turned and tried to open the door.
Severus stared at the shaking girl as she leaned against the locked door. "What do you want from me?" he whispered. He'd asked her the same question before.
Hermione crumpled onto the floor and whispered, "I just don't want to be alone."
Smiling sadly, he kneeled and pushed her hair out of her face. "I can do that." Severus gingerly slipped his hands around her and lifted her from the floor. Once again grateful for his ability to apparate on school grounds, he disappeared with a crack.
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Remus stepped out of the shadows and stared at the spot where they'd disappeared only moments before.
"Gods," he said to the empty room, "he bloody loves her."
Shaking himself, he unlocked the door and made his way back to his quarters. He was going to have to apologize to Severus.
Who was he to judge? Remus had been seriously depressed before Nymphadora had wormed her way into his heart. Severus deserved to be happy and it seemed like Hermione could give him that.
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Severus gently laid the shivering witch in his bed. Stripping her clothes with a spell, he pulled the blankets over her and sat, stroking her hair.
Hermione sighed and nuzzled closer to his hand.
Standing, Severus removed his own clothes and joined her.
The movement prompted Hermione to turn over and face her wizard. She found him watching her with concern etched into his face. Moving slowly, she reached her hand up to touch his cheek. "I'm sorry, Severus, you must think me a ridiculous mess."
Severus placed his hand over hers and frowned. "There is nothing ridiculous about mourning, Hermione."
She opened her mouth to speak again, but Severus quickly silenced her with a kiss.
Hermione felt the tension of the last week slip away as his tongue warred with hers. Softly moaning, she pressed her hips against his growing arousal.
Severus gasped at her movement. With fire in his eyes, he observed the smirking witch. "Insolent girl," he growled, rolling on top of her and slid his cock along her wet folds.
"Severus!" she cried as he rubbed against her clit.
Pleased with her reaction, he shifted his angle and groaned as he slipped into her tight quim. "Gods, witch," he breathed, trying to regain some semblance of control. Thinking of Flitwick in the bath…that did the trick. Sneering at the grinning woman beneath him, he slid out and rammed deep into her, enjoying her shriek when he hit her cervix.
Hermione glared up at the smug looking wizard and clenched the muscles surrounding his cock. She would win this game.
Closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure, he thrust into her a few more times before pulling out.
Agitated, Hermione didn't have time to contemplate his reasoning before she was flipped over onto her hands and knees.
"Fuck!" Severus bellowed when he took her from the new position. The last time he'd had her at this angle had been in his classroom and he hadn't lasted very long. Grabbing her hips, he slammed her onto his cock until he felt the familiar signs of impending orgasm. Adamant that she should come first, he reached around her hips to find her clit.
Gasping, Hermione stopped his hand before he made it to his destination. Digging her fingernails into his wrist, she groaned, "No…harder." Her voice was heavy with lust.
His addled brain took in her words and he obliged her. Pulling back he tore into her with everything he had.
The sensations coursing through Hermione's body were like nothing she'd felt before. She'd had orgasms, but this was different. The tension suddenly came to a climax and her body shook violently. She felt her pussy contract and hot liquid ran down her thighs.
Dumbstruck by the brutality of her orgasm, Severus followed her into ecstasy, his cock erupting into the still twitching woman in his arms.
"Gods," she breathed heavily, staring at the ceiling.
They had finally separated and were still trying to catch their breath.
"Uh huh," he responded.
"We should probably clean up…that's…that's never happened before." She was slightly embarrassed.
Severus reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his wand. "Evanesco," he whispered. Putting the wand back, he turned to his witch, "Don't hold back. Ever. You were incredible."
Relaxing, Hermione curled into him. "Thank you, Severus, for everything."
Severus pulled the blankets over them and wrapped his arms around her. Sated, they both slept well that night.
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