Disclaimer:- I still neither earn anything from, nor own Harry Potter, only the plot is mine.
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A/N:- Another big thank you to Petite Mule as it is her requested story, and it has been so much fun to write. This chapter is almost solely dedicated to pleasure – Severus and Hermione's pleasure. I hope you all enjoy reading it…
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Chapter Thirteen – Intimacy
Hermione and Severus were awaiting the arrival of their guest at five minutes to nine the next morning. The floo flared and out walked a petite witch with strawberry-blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. Hermione judged that she would be in her early fifties, she was self assured and if she had any nerves about her interview, she hid it well.
"You must be Madame Alyssa Fitzgibbon," Severus said, extending his hand.
The witch nodded and smiled serenely. "Zat iz correct, 'eadmaster Snape," she replied taking the proffered hand gently.
Severus turned to Hermione. "This is Miss Hermione Granger."
"Mademoiselle," she nodded.
"Please have a seat, madame," Severus continued politely. "Hermione," he offered his witch a chair as well, before calling an elf for tea.
Walking slowly in measured steps to the other side of his desk, as he turned finally, he spoke. "Madame, are you aware of why we require a temporary Transfiguration professor?"
"Yes, 'eadmaster. Your letter was very informative. It also zed zat I would be training my replacement," she turned to give Hermione a little smile. "Is zat you, mademoiselle?"
"Yes, madame," Hermione nodded. "I have my most recent academic transcript here, if you would like to see it," Hermione tried not to bite her lip, but old habits died very hard, she willed her teeth to stay together and not capture it.
"Zank you," Alyssa said, holding out a well manicured hand. She spent several minutes perusing Hermione's records, and then nodded. "Oui, I believe you will be suitable. When do you sit your… 'ow you say… NEWTS?"
"My first exam is next Monday, madame," Hermione replied.
The blonde witch nodded once more. "I believe I would like ziz opportunity, but I 'ope in turn, zat you are aware zat I cannot teach past ze end of ze next academic year." Alyssa turned to Hermione. "'owever, if you are agreeable, you can come to Beauxbatons for ze summer and we can undertake an intensive course of study to speed up ze appentizeship."
Severus could see Hermione's mind working and he added. "I'm certain she would be most appreciative of your efforts, madame," he looked pointedly at Hermione to convey to her his approval.
Hermione's countenance cleared with his reassurance, and she said, "Yes, madame, that would be wonderful.
Severus allowed himself a moment to see Hermione settled, and then asked, "I assume then that you will commute while you are with us?"
"Oui, zat would be most beneficial to my circumstances, my 'usband waz not 'appy if I would board wiz you."
"I understand entire, madame. I am pleased you are able to assist us on such short notice, we will make every accommodation we can to make your stay a pleasant one."
"Zank you, 'eadmaster. I would appreciate you making available the academic transcript of all students so I can familiarize myself wiz zem."
"Certainly, madame. Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Per'aps tomorrow 'ermione and youzelf would take tea wiz my 'usband and I, and we can sozt out ze paper work."
"Certainly, until tomorrow," Severus smiled and offered his hand.
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When they were alone once more, Severus sighed. "I have approached Lupin, to take on the defence position, seeing the current professor took umbrage at my appointment. I know Lupin is unemployed again." Severus shook his head, "People are so annoying with their attitudes, his condition may be debilitating, but it is controllable. There are now two of us on staff who can brew Wolfsbane Potion for him, and if it comes to it, I will cover any classes he misses."
Hermione had installed herself in his lap while they had been talking. She sighed and nodded. "You really have taken his defection from Black and Potter as a good thing, haven't you?"
"It is, kitten. They've always held him down. Out of the four of them he was the prefect. He was quiet and studious, I firmly believe had it not been for Black and Potter that perhaps we might have been friends."
"Maybe you can have that opportunity now, love?" Hermione snuggled into his neck. "Are you planning to ask him to be head of Gryffindor as well?"
Severus didn't answer her first question, he's brow furrowed and he was silent a moment. However, when he spoke it was the answer the second question. "I don't see that I have much of a choice there, he would be the only Gryffindor in the position to do it. Although that is fraught with pot-holes as well," he said thoughtfully, and the worry lines deepened slightly. "Well, I better get back to work, especially if we're going to take the afternoon off tomorrow."
She smiled, and hoped off his lap, but her eyes panned up and down his form. "Have I ever told you that I love it when you're all tightly buttoned and in full regalia. You look so sexy," she said shyly.
"Is that so, my kitten? You will have to tell me more about that very soon. However, at the moment, I have only several minutes until my next appointment." He pulled her down for a kiss, "We definitely will have dinner tonight," he assured her.
"I'll look forward to it," Hermione said, hiding any apprehension she may have felt, and scurried out the connecting door to continue her study.
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The day passed quickly and before long, Hermione was sitting opposite Severus having the intimate dinner they'd missed out on the night before. As their meal ended, Severus suggested they sit on the lounge by the fire.
Severus didn't kiss her right away, he allowed Hermione to take the lead wanting to make certain it was her choice. Her slow and nervous kisses were beautiful; they filled him with a burning desire as her partially open lips met his repeatedly bestowing lingering touches that were growing in urgency.
Soon she was devouring his mouth, their tongues sliding exquisitely over each other, twisting, swirling and entwining as they kissed. Finally, he felt her hand moved forward tentatively, she was so nervous it was shaking.
Feeling this Severus broke their kiss, his mouth moving to her ear as he enclosed her hand in his and gently guided it to his shirt for her, keeping it in place softly with one of his. "Don't be anxious love, just take your time, we have all the time in the world." Pulling back to watch her, he saw her lip go between her teeth, and brought his other hand up to pull her head to him kissing her tenderly. "Just take it one step at a time my fretful kitten, but only go as far as you feel confident to, there is no rush."
Severus gathered her into his arms, kissing up her throat to her mouth before exploring it leisurely and methodically, holding her close and trying to relax her as he felt her finally undoing his shirt button, while he relieved her of her blouse.
Once he had done so without breaking their kiss, he could feel the lace of her under-garment on the silk of his still half buttoned shirt, it was delicious, and as if sensing this she rubbed her breasts over his partially exposed chest languidly, making him snicker into her mouth in appreciation of the sensation.
After some time, Hermione managed to undo all his buttons and her hands eagerly explored his chest. As she looked at his bare chest for the first time, she saw it was everything she thought a true man's chest should be. Firm and muscled, with just a sprinkling of raven hair that came to a fine line as it travelled down his stomach and disappeared into his trousers. Hermione saw him watching her hands stroking it as they inched closer and closer to his belt buckle, her heart was thumping in her ears and Severus could see her hands trembling again.
Seeing her bravery had forsaken her and she would need encouragement to relax and enjoy this next step of discovery, he provided it. His velvet voice caressed her ear as he lowered them both to the rug. "Don't be shy my love, come," and she found herself on the rug by the fire, as his lovely voice tickled her ear once more. "Close your eyes, my kitten; it is just you and I." Severus quietly slipped the straps of her bustier off her shoulder then pushed the lace down to reveal Hermione's perfect breasts, their already puckered dusky nipples standing like cherries on ice-cream sundaes as she lay languorously on the rug in front of him. "Hermione, my love, you're so beautiful," he groaned, and his head descended to her lips then further to capture one craving peak in his mouth. His lips closed around her and she exploded with sensation, writhing under his gifted tongue.
"Ohhh," she exclaimed, arching and pushing herself further into his mouth, her chest heaving and her legs parting instinctively. "Ooohhhh." Her breath was coming in pants as his tongue slid down off one and trailed across to the other, with his long dextrous fingers replacing his mouth on the first.
Severus felt her hands leave his chest and her intense exploration of it, and move to undo her skirt; pushing it down her legs Hermione moaned her need to him. "More… touch, please… further down... oh please!" she managed, straining her legs open as her needs overtook her.
Kissing a line down the lace and circling her navel with his tongue, Severus dipped it in the depression, causing her to express her need even louder and this made him chuckle against her flesh, sending a delicious shot of sensation through her. "There's a wanton little creature that's taken you over isn't there, my innocent, little sweetheart. Are you happy to let it?" he asked, knowing she was beyond reason now.
"Ohhh yyeeessss! Touch me, Severus, oh please… touch me now," she demanded, arching her back and writhing towards him.
Hermione was being far more insistent than she'd ever been, her need appearing to have become desperate for fulfilment. This was what Severus had been waiting for, and not breaking contact completely with her as he moved down her, he reached back up with one hand and stroked her bottom lip with his thumb.
She easily parted her lips, and he allowed her to draw his thumb into her mouth before his attention slipped further down. His tongue drew a wet trail from her little belly button over more lace to where he yearned to explore, while this thumb, now being sucked by her was slowly inclining her head towards his legs.
Permitting his eyes to finally drift even further downward, he saw his goal. It was still clad in the scrap of now very wet lace. Her legs were wide open and she was squirming in her desire for contact with something, she had now taken the hand he gave her and was busily licking his fingers and moaning.
Sighing, he could tolerate it no longer and spelled away offending scrap. His eyes burned brightly, being finally granted a view of the most perfect little pussy he had ever laid eyes on. She was flawless, just like he had always known she would be.
His beautiful little kitten had just the right amount of perfectly cultured chestnut curls, exactly the same colour as her copious head of hair. Her legs were straining open, her folds glistening with her sweet liquid and she was now writhing once more. "Such a pretty pussy," he drawled, watching her shiver and increase her efforts with his fingers while her nether-lips pulsed and tensed. He ran his long digit along the very wet curls gracing its lips, causing an explosive groan to leave her as she tensed.
"Touch… more," she demanded, moaning.
Smiling Severus started to stroke her gently while they continued to talk."Better?" he inquired silkily, observing her arched back. Leaving his hand playing, Severus moved back up, tracing his now very licked fingers around her face and down her throat, raising an eyebrow at her heated expression.
Hermione sighed and squirmed when his fingers slipped into her folds where he started rubbing circles. "Ohhhhh," she muttered softly. "That feels so good," and another moan escaped her.
"You are exquisite," he said, bestowing another kiss. Watching her licking her lips he asked quietly, "Is there anything else you would like?" She suddenly went quiet, but he saw her eyes dart to his swollen crotch and linger a moment. Severus kissed her face. "No secrets, love, you can tell me anything."
His fingers didn't stop their work, and he kept kissing her in encouragement. "Well," she said blushing, "I would like..." she tried, a little hesitantly, but lack of experience stopped her. "I don't know what to do," and appearing to try and compensate she reached up into his hair and pulled him closer, kissing him, going to familiar ground to centre herself again.
"Don't worry, kitten, it will come," he said, tilting his head so she could continue down his throat.
"I want..." she said against his neck "I want to see y-your co..."
"Cock?" He inquired, as she tucked his hair behind his ear so she could nibble it.
Her eyes met his sparking, smiling orbs. "Ohhhh yes, Severus," she gasped, "Ohhhh… yes." Groaning, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, before starting to lick his neck. "Please let me touch you."
"I'm not stopping you, kitten," he replied, slowly sliding a finger inside her and discovering more exquisite velvet walls, she shuddered delightedly and he smiled, starting to move it gently back and forth. Feeling her still intact barrier he pulled back a little, even though internally he felt exalted that she was going to be wholly his, no-one else had touched her.
His fingers made the most delicious noises, and she groaned her appreciation, grinding against his hand and his now curled finger. "All you need to do is touch," he smoothed, and suddenly increased his pressure.
"Ohhhhhh," she managed to groan, before her back ached more and her eyes flickered shut.
"Really, is that nice, my kitten?" All he heard in response was a deep throated groan.
Snickering wickedly his lips descended to hers and he smiled against them. "Don't be nervous," his kisses caressed her softly as his free hand took hers placing it on his swollen crotch. "Rub," he instructed, his hand over hers showing what to do, her initial gasp of breath faded as she felt the hard rigid shape of him through his pants and she became fascinated. "Would it surprise you to learn that making love is a learnt skill?" All he got was a groan in reply. "It takes practice, just do what you feel."
"Ooohhhh," her face contorted and her breathing started to hitch. "It... aaahhhh."
Severus chuckled at her attempts to speak and increased the efforts of his fingers.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she groaned, "it does?" she was starting to become incoherent from his attentions. Her mouth opened and she saw his tongue come out and lick her lips.
"Yeeesss," he hissed as the rhythm of her hand became firmer, she answered his tongue by extending hers out to meet it, their lips met again and the kiss deepened, becoming an intense exploration. Hermione was writhing in her pleasure and moaning into his mouth as he kissed her.
When he felt her start to tremble he stopped to watch her pleasure, her legs were attempting to open further as his fingers danced in and out of her. He eagerly watched them, giving her back his other hand for her attentions now her hand had learnt what to do on him.
Her juices covered his fingers, and it was too much for him, he wanted his mouth on her. Managing to disregard the complaining throbs of his own aching need in order to get his mouth to her dripping sweetness, she howled powerfully, and instantly climaxed under his attention as soon as his mouth connected with her flesh.
Happily lapping her juices while she quivered and flickered under his probing tongue, he murmured against her silky folds, "Ahh so, so sweet."
It was then as she was writhing in her own ecstasy he removed his hand at her mouth, and she found she desperately needed to touch him more in return.
Without thinking now her hands started undoing his trousers, his hissed intake of air made her still excited centre clamp down once more, but she was now determinedly concentrating of getting her first glimpse of his manhood.
Hermione had never even contemplated acts such as this on her person, but she could not bring herself to care that she was being demanding, or that perhaps she should have been just a little self-conscious or bashful.
Severus moved his legs closer to her in hopeful anticipation to allow her better access, as he happily kept lapping at her satisfaction, intensely pleased she seemed past being nervousness about it and was about to take the next bold step.
Still moaning and shuddering her pleasure, Hermione reached both hands over now eager to release him. With only slight trepidation now she popped the next buttons, but almost jumped, then giggled when the engorged head of his shaft slipped into view. After a moment of looking at it she lightly stroked the beading moisture across it, making Severus groan, hands shaking, she reached inside his trousers and wrapped her hand around him. He was so smooth and felt so luscious under her fingers, so lovely she instantly needed to see him all, and quickly disposing of the last impediments she exposed him.
Severus was perfect, the man in question had stilled his attentions to her to allow her to make her discoveries without distractions, and he was happily watching the expressions flitting across her pretty face as his impressive manhood was revealed to her. Having satisfied himself she was at ease with this new step, he no longer resisted her sirens call to him.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, deep in her throat as she felt him starting to excite her again with his tongue. Not relinquishing her hold on his shaft, she caressed the length in response to his attentions to her. She heard Severus groan into her and it sent a corresponding shiver through her. Shifting her shoulders so she could reach him, she tentatively at first started placing loving kisses up and down him.
He felt right under her lips, she licked him like a lolly pop, and was fascinated when he twitched in response. He tasted amazing and all she could do was groan her approval. Her mouth descended on him, and knowledge of what to do suddenly seeming to burst forth from her brain. She took the head inside her mouth, tasting the salty moisture she rolled her tongue around him remembering what she had been doing with his fingers.
Finally, she realised why Severus had let her suck his fingers as her coached instincts kicked in, and she was using her mouth like she had always done this. Reaching into his trousers again she released the remainder of him and she heard a muffled sigh of pleasure, her mouth and hands were now all over him. "Severus I want you," her voice pleaded.
Severus turned and moved up her body, he started gentling her face with tiny kisses, his voice murmured suddenly, while still kissing her lust hazed face. "Are you certain, my love?"
"Yes, oh yeessss… want more... need more, now!"
Giving her another lingering kiss, he hooked her knees around his elbows opening her legs as far as they would go. Positioning himself between, he rubbed the head of his rigid member up and down her opening, watching it sliding in the wetness.
Hermione groaned at the feel of him, and gasped when she felt him push a little and the head slid inside her. Withdrawing, he did it again sinking a little further. Hermione's eyes opened wide as his stiff length started stretching her walls. Ever so slowly he pushed further, entering almost one step forward and two back allowing her to feel herself stretching and become secure with each step so he wouldn't hurt her anymore than necessary.
Finally withdrawing and pushing again he came up against her barrier and stopped. Being this far inside her, he rose up over her body, kissing her face gently. "This step ties us together irrevocably, no going back," he murmured.
Her voice was soft but steady. "Severus, I love you, this is what I want." She moved her hands to his face and reaching forward kissed him. "Make me yours, completely," she whispered.
His black eyes sparkled with his need to finally be complete, and he merely nodded not trusting his voice, before kissing her in return.
After some moments he whispered, "Give me your hands, kitten, and squeeze tightly. I'm sorry but this may hurt."
Hermione gave him a slightly scared expression but nodded and gave him her hands, he withdrew until only just inside her, and with one swift snap of his hips the deed was complete.
A sob escaped her as her nails dug into his hands and her eyes filled with tears at the stab of pain. Severus nestled between her thighs, resting over her on his elbows. He held himself perfectly still and murmured words of comfort while he kissed and stroked her face until he felt her starting to relax around him, getting use to the feeling of fullness and allowing the pain to subside.
As it did so, Hermione was aware of an instant feeling of utter completeness. "Oh," she gasped and smiled, Severus smiled in return knowing they were feeling the same.
Once she appeared recovered, he tentatively pulled back just a little. "All right?" he inquired, and saw her nod, so he slowly pushed back inside again, and she sighed. Taking this as approval he moved more this time and found her offering more consent, so he started to establish a steady rhythm.
His mouth found hers and he joined them more firmly, the sensation of their tongues entwined and sliding, coupled with the now delicious burn of his cock sliding in and out of her, saw Hermione totally incoherent. The only sound she was capable of uttering was a groan that started in the back of her throat and built, before it joined the corresponding sound being articulated by him, with their mouths and hips locked together.
After a little time Hermione had the urge to meet and compliment his movement, she experimentally shifted her pelvis and his corresponding groan told her to do it again. Soon they were dancing in rhythmic counterpoint as emotion and sensation built. The rest of the world no longer existed it was just them and the sensations they were experiencing concentrating on where their bodies were joined, and their hands as they now swept each other, caressing and stroking.
Hermione finally grasped his shoulders to hold on, she had to hold something she felt like she was floating away on a sea of molten hazy bliss and with each of his driving pushes, she was sailing further out. Meeting and reciprocating every thrust was completely overwhelming her, she had never felt such sensations like this, ever.
Their mouths still joined, their tumultuous climax began to engulf them, their voices rambled unable to stifle the utterances of love and passion they heard escaping them.
Slowly becoming deeper and louder, Hermione could feel herself on the very edge of a sweeping chasm, she was shaking, her chest heaving, and all of a sudden she stilled and her breath hitched.
At the identical moment she felt Severus tense, he was holding himself back wanting to go when she did. In the blink of an eye his hot breath was in her ear. "Come, kitten come for me."
With that her body dove into the rift, a howling exclamation erupted from deep within her loud and long, and her velvet internal walls clamped down so hard on him he thought he'd die as he hurtled after her into the abyss, head thrown back, tendons straining, Severus groaned his satisfaction in a deep guttural cry of delight.
Laying on the rug panting and now totally incoherent, Hermione's eyes tried to open and focus, when after a little time she felt herself being pulled tighter into Severus' arms, and her face being caressed with his gentle kisses. "Don't try and open your eyes, float with it sweetheart, I have you," his voice washed over her as he kept kissing her.
"I've never felt like this," she mumbled in wonder.
"Indeed," his amused chuckle rumbled next to her ear. Severus was oblivious to everything but the incredible joy he felt at finally having Hermione as his completely. After a time, he spoke softly to her ear. "Come, I think it's time for bed," and forcing his legs to hold him up as he rose.
Severus went over to the pile of clothes, retrieving both their wands, then used a cleansing spell on both of them, he did up his trousers enough so he could walk, and stuck the wands in his pocket. "Put your arms around my neck," he said gently, as he squatted beside her.
Only hearing him in the distance Hermione reached up, smiling luxuriously at him, and she wound her arms around him as instructed. Sliding his arms under her, he effortlessly lifted her into them and straightened up. The door sprang open and he carried her up the stairs on the other side.
When they arrived in the massive bedroom, Severus placed her on the bed, and walked to the bathroom cupboard, returning he held out a vial of potion. "For your protection, it works for five days."
Hermione took it with a shaky hand and drank, as he continued, "It will protect in retrospect just in case, but only if taken within half an hour of coitus." He watched her nod her understanding and smile at him. "I've charmed the mirrors you are most likely to use to remind you when you are due in case you forget."
Hermione grabbed his arm pulling him back down to her. "You take such good care of me, I love you," she gushed and reaching up she kissed him.
"I love you too," he replied, stroking her cheek. "Do you have any pain?"
"Just a little" she replied, and he instantly produced a Pain Potion as well.
Severus slid into bed next to her, and Hermione nestled into his chest and settled herself, drawing the same little lines with her finger as last night, but this time on his bare chest. "That was amazing, thank you."
He sighed and kissed her head. "No, thank you. There was a moment yesterday morning where I thought I'd lost you, and that really scared me. I'm sorry you had to wait until tonight."
"I'm glad you told me, it was very brave of you, and I possibly would have been more upset about last night, had I known how incredible tonight would be."
His soft rumbling laugh sent a shiver of need through her once more. "Braveness my little Gryffindor, really?" But she was already asleep.
He kissed the sleeping woman's head. "I love you," he murmured, chuckling softly as she mumbled something inarticulate in her sleep, and snuggled further into his arms. "You are so precious, my beauty," he told her but no more comments were heard, and finally his own eyes closed.