Warning: lemons! As in, explicit sexual content that will make your toes curl! Haha. I feel more obligated than ever to restate that none of these characters belong to me in any way, shape, or form. I hope you all enjoy!
Severus stared at Hermione intently. "What?" he repeated for the third time, causing her to come out of the stupor she was in.
"Soulmates! What does that mean, Severus? Talk to me!"
"I…I have no idea," he admitted. He had never believed in such a thing before, but now, everything seemed to fall into place. This was the reason she had been able to save his life. This was the reason their patronuses matched.
"Let's go find out," Hermione replied nervously. In truth, she was so overwhelmed by the prospect of being with Severus forever that she couldn't quite think straight. It was amazing and scary at the same time. What if he's upset about it? What if he still loves Harry's mother and doesn't want to be with me for the rest of his life?
Severus followed her down the hall and into the library. Was she upset at this new turn of events? Shouldn't she be happy that they were truly meant to be together? Why was she acting so…afraid?
"Sev…"
"Hermione…"
They stopped dead in their tracks. So this is it, she thought. He wants nothing more to do with me.
So this is it. I've scared her off completely.
"Why are you upset?" he asked her, not wanting to hear the answer.
"Why are YOU upset?" she snapped back.
The two looked at each other in silence, calculating. Finally, Hermione said, "I'm not upset. I'm just afraid that knowing we are soulmates frightens you. I know you have probably been thinking about an easy way to get rid of me. After all, how can I compete with a woman who has had your heart for years, soulmate or not?"
Severus reared back. "You must be joking," he replied, seething. "Please, tell me you are joking."
"No, I'm not. I really believe you want nothing to do with me now," she gushed. Tears began to stream down her face against her will. I don't want to be weak in front of him. She begged herself to stop crying.
He stepped toward her and pulled her into an embrace, his anger forgotten. She stiffened slightly, but didn't push away. "Hermione. I was afraid of exactly the same thing. I was afraid that you would be horrified at the prospect of being stuck with me forever." He pulled back and wiped a tear off her cheek. "It is true that Lily will always be a part of me, but not to the extent that you are imagining. I haven't even thought about her in weeks."
"Really?" Hermione sniffled.
"No. I understand why you would be upset about that, though. Tell me, Hermione, can you see past my damaged heart? Can you accept that another woman meant the world to me for so long? I understand if you cannot."
Hermione thought for a moment. It wasn't as if she felt overshadowed by Lily Potter, it was more like she wanted to be the only one that Severus wanted. "Yes, I can live with that. As long as you promise me that you won't compare me to her. That you will want me, and only me."
"Of course. I've wanted nothing but you for weeks, Hermione. Months, even. I have awaited your arrival in Potions class with a stupid smile plastered on my face, unable to concentrate on anything but your beautiful face. I have dreamed about you constantly. I have wanted to hold you like this for so, so long."
Hermione was crying again, only this time, it was out of happiness. "So you want to stay with me."
"Yes."
"Indefinitely?"
"Yes, as long as you want the same."
"I do."
They leaned in to a passionate kiss. Hermione was pushed against a bookshelf, knocking a few books off in the process. She ran her hands all along Severus' body, making him shiver. He wanted to touch her so badly but fought the urge.
"Severus," Hermione said breathlessly after a moment. "Do you want me?"
"More than anything."
"Then take me."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. Her tongue glided across his bottom lip and he moaned into her mouth. Hesitantly, he ran his other hand down her neck, past her collarbone, and to her chest.
"Yes, please, yes," she gasped.
He undid the buttons on her shirt and opened it. He quickly muttered an incantation to unclasp her bra, embarrassed that he had to use magic to do it. Her small giggle let him know that she didn't mind.
Merlin, her breasts were absolutely perfect. Heavenly. He ran his fingers over them and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. "More, more," she urged on. His animalistic instincts took over and at once, he was running his tongue over her nipples, her moans and gasps erupting without hesitation.
He pulled her pants down to reveal white, lacy underwear. She squirmed in anticipation of what was about to happen.
His hand brushed the outside of her panties gracefully. She sucked in a breath and bent down slightly to feel his hand against her again. He pulled the last of her clothes off. Good Merlin, she was gorgeous. Words could not even describe the perfection that stood in front of him, leaning against the bookshelf, eager for his touch.
"Severus," she murmured. "Your clothes."
He picked her wand up off the ground and placed it in her hand. In one swift motion, he was completely naked.
"That's better," she decided, staring at his large erect member. This is really happening.
"Shall I continue where I left off?"
"Yes, please!
Severus kneeled down and brought his hand in between her legs. It was so warm, so wet…if he wasn't careful, he would come right then and there.
When his tongue ran over her clitoris, Hermione gasped. Part of her wanted to feel humiliated that she was allowing a man to do this to her, but she couldn't bring herself to dwell on it. This is perfect. So, so perfect. She was almost there, almost…but she wanted to finish with him inside of her.
"Severus, I want you inside me. Now."
Those words were like music to his ears. He stood up and began to kiss her again, running his fingers across her back. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked innocently.
"No," she realized. Up until this point, she was so overcome with desire that she didn't even give her virginity a second thought.
"H-have you?"
"A long time ago."
He grabbed her hips and she bucked against him impatiently. "I'll go slow," he whispered.
Hermione felt him slowly push inside of her. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, yes. Faster," she begged.
He obliged without a second thought. Soon, the two were knocking books off shelves left and right, lost in their frenzy. She is so tight. Severus tried to hold back from coming too soon, but he needn't bothered because Hermione screamed almost instantly, her muscles tightening around him. "Severus! Ohhh, yes, so perfect…" she murmured. Severus came a second after her, filling her with an unfamiliar warmth that she absolutely loved.
They relaxed. Hermione flushed as she tore her nails out of Severus' back. "Sorry," she muttered.
He laughed. "Do not be sorry for that, Hermione. Please. That was the most incredible," he paused to kiss her, "delectable," kiss, "amazing feeling that I have ever felt."
"Me too. You knew exactly how to touch me…" she shivered.
"I'm glad." For a moment, the grown, dark Potions Professor looked like a fifteen-year-old boy. Hermione found it to be quite endearing.
"Next time, I'll have to make it a point to touch you more."
Severus raised his eyebrows. "How so?" he sounded eager.
Hermione fought the blush that crept upon her cheeks. "I want to take you in my mouth."
Severus sucked in a breath. "You are truly going to be the death of me."
"So, is that a yes?"
"That is most definitely a yes." He pulled her into a kiss once more. "When?" he asked, knowing he sounded like an impatient teenager.
"Anytime."
He started to grow hard all over again at her words. "Be careful what you wish for, dear one."
Voices down the hall echoed, causing Severus and Hermione to instinctively draw their wands. They muttered an incantation to clothe themselves and ran to the far corner of the library.
"…Got to find them," the muffled voice said. "Professor McGonagall," Hermione whispered to Severus.
What am I doing, hiding out like a schoolboy? He wondered amusedly. He glanced down at Hermione – beautiful, disheveled Hermione – to see that she was utterly terrified.
He ran his fingers through her knotted hair. "Calm down, dear. It'll be alright."
The library door opened. "Severus? Hermione?"
"Where could they be?" a second voice asked. "Pomona," Severus whispered. This was too much fun.
"Well, we will have to alert the Aurors soon if they don't turn up," the Headmistress replied frantically.
Hermione gave Severus a loaded look. Fine, you win. Severus stood up grasping her hand and put a finger to his lips. The two witches were searching the other corner of the library near the restricted section. Severus pulled Hermione towards the nearest desk and muttered an incantation to tidy up all the books they had misplaced. He smiled down at her. She bit her lip nervously.
"Ah, Professor McGonagall, Sprout," he shouted, startling Hermione. She gazed at him in complete bewilderment. What is he doing?!
"Professor Snape! Hermione?"
There was an awkward pause. Reluctantly, the younger witch opened her mouth to speak. "Hello. Yes, we were just researching a…topic," she said, aware of how unconvincing her statement sounded. The Headmistress raised an eyebrow and looked at Severus. He was smiling with his eyes closed.
"Oh. Oh," she replied.
"Headmistriss, if I may," he laughed.
"Yes, Severus?"
"Hermione and I…we…" he looked down at her to gauge her reaction. With a slow nod of her head, he regained his posture and continued. "We believe that we are soulmates."
Professor McGonagall said nothing. "Please, Professor. He gave me a Soul-Book and it said so on the last page. Also, I saved his life with Amoremin Fidem without loving him. And our patronuses match," she gushed.
The two female professors gasped. "Could this be true?" Professor McGonagall said aloud.
"Are you accusing Hermione of lying?" Severus challenged.
"No, no, of course not. Have you researched the subject any? The concept of soulmates is the oldest form of magic known to man. It is quite a rare phenomenon, indeed."
Hermione let go of Severus' hand and walked to the back bookshelf. She reemerged with a book in hand: The Ancient Magic of Love. She smirked to herself upon realizing that they had made love instead of researching the subject as they had planned on doing. I had sex with Severus Snape. I lost my virginity to Severus Snape.
"Hermione?" her soulmate said sweetly. "Oh, sorry," she muttered, opening the front cover.
She found the information on page four hundred. Incidentally, this was the page she stopped reading at when they researched Amoremin Fidem earlier this summer. She smiled again.
"The phenomenon of soulmates was first discovered by Brian Gargong in 192 B.C. He was able to work with a young couple from New England who found one another through matching patronuses while fighting off dementors in the Great War of 190 B.C. Gargong documented the couple's soul status over the course of three years, concluding that they were, in fact, destined to be together.
His research prompted him to devise the Amoremin Fidem hypothesis, which states that love in its most basic form has the ability to save a life like no other magic is able to do. Love and soul binding are controversial topics in the study of magic due to their inconclusiveness, but they spark curiosity among even the most educated witches and wizards."
Hermione took a breath and looked up. All three sets of eyes were focused on her, processing the information she had read aloud. "Why have I never heard of this?" she wondered.
"We don't typically put much thought into ancient magic, as it is generally unnecessary in today's world. However, this is absolutely astounding," Professor McGonagall said.
Severus felt a warmth creep up inside him. He finally felt free of Lily Potter's memory. I never belonged to her. I belong to Hermione. The thought was so liberating.
I can stay with Hermione forever, as long as she wants the same thing. I can wake up every morning holding her. I can argue with her about Potions Magazine for hours. I can learn every intricate detail about her body and please her every night.
The butterflies in Hermione's stomach began to settle. I have met my soul's mate. The man I am truly destined to be with. She laughed aloud. Had anyone told her she was soul-bound to Severus a year ago, she would have thought them mad. Now, she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else in the world. His maturity, his selflessness, his intellect were enough to fill her with happiness. Now that she had his body as well…she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.
The four of them left the library deep in thought. Well, at least Severus and Hermione were deep in thought. Pomona and Minerva chatted about fixing up Hogwarts for the start of term. "We'll need to repair the bridge and Ravenclaw tower, of course."
"And the Great Hall?"
"Arrangement must be made. Parents will need to be notified that Hogwarts is, in fact, safe."
…
Severus and Hermione walked hand-in-hand back to their rooms. "Will you stay?" he asked, not wanting to let go of his soulmate. That's going to take some time to get used to.
"Of course," she replied warmly. The two entered Severus' room and sat on the couch by the fireplace.
"So."
"So."
Hermione thought back to the library. He's seen me naked. He's licked me all over. So why am I still so shy around him?
"Hermione," he said, pulling her towards him. "I am so undeserving of your affections."
"Stop. You stop that now, Severus Snape."
He tilted his head. "You are a most amazing person, Hermione."
Her body tingled. "You are amazing as well, Severus. Just like I told you on that very first day in the library. Remember?"
He smiled at the thought. "We have progressed so much in so little time, dear one. Are you absolutely sure you want this?"
"More than anything, Severus. More than anything."
She rested her head against his chest for a long time before realizing how late it was. "I've got graduation tomorrow!" she gasped.
"That you do. You can always stay here with me, Hermione."
"Yes, please. That would be wonderful." Severus conjured up some tea and walked into the bedroom. "We'll have to do something about all this green," she commented.
"What's wrong with Slytherin?" he asked innocently.
"Nothing. I'm only kidding. I actually like emerald green."
"Do you, now? Is that why you wore that stunning dress two weeks ago?"
"No. I wore that to tease you," she laughed. Oh, so now she admits it.
After drinking their tea, Hermione decided to shower. This is where he pleased himself while listening to me, she mused. She soon felt a wetness that had nothing to do with the water sprinkling down on her.
"Severus?" she called.
"Yes?"
"Come in here."
His heart beat wildly. You've already had sex with her, what are you so nervous about?
He opened the door and stared at her through the glass. I want her so bad.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked as she lathered her body with soap. His soap. He stripped and nearly broke down the door stumbling in.
She laughed. It was that sweet, musical laugh that he loved the most. She pulled him close and put her arms around his neck. "Remember my promise from earlier," she said in his ear.
Yes!
Hermione wasn't sure where all this bravery was coming from. She had never sucked anyone off before, but she had this deep desire to please Severus. Slowly kneeling down, she gripped his hardness in her hand before swirling her tongue around the tip.
"Ohhhhh…" This is amazing.
She continued teasing until finally he thrust into her mouth abruptly, causing her to gag in response. "Sorry, sorry!"
"That's alright," she said seductively, pushing him far into her mouth once again. It turned her on so much to think that she had this big of an effect on him. Come undone for me. Lose control, she silently begged.
She was not disappointed. He came in her mouth seconds later, knocking the soap bottle to the ground. "We sure are good at knocking things over," she said with a grin.
After they finished showering, Severus and Hermione lay in bed naked. He rolled on his side and returned the favor willingly, kissing her all over and gently rubbing her with his hand. She moaned at his touch and came undone within seconds.
He kissed her forehead and cuddled up beside her.
"Severus," Hermione said nervously. It was time. She could feel it building up inside of her, and she wanted to release it.
"Yes? Is something wrong?" he replied, concerned. What did I do wrong?
She turned to meet his eyes. "I'm in love with you."
He relaxed. "I am in love with you, too."
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
…
"Congratulations, dear! Hogwarts has gained an excellent professor!"
The five professors clapped for her as she gripped her diploma and teaching certificate happily. Harry and Ron showed up for the occasion as well, standing underneath the old Oak tree with smiles plastered on their faces. "She's going to be Head of House!" Harry exclaimed, reality dawning on him.
"Promise you won't favor Gryffindor too much," Ron teased.
"I won't, Ron. In fact, I've come to be slightly fond of Slytherin."
"Slytherin?!" the two boys said at the same time. "Why?"
"Well…" Hermione began nervously, turning to Snape. He was standing quietly beside Hagrid, who was wiping tears from his eyes.
"All growed up," he sobbed.
Severus caught Hermione's eye and walked toward her. The Weasley boy better not be giving her any trouble.
"Severus," she greeted nervously. He then understood why she had called him over. Professors Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid and McGonagall stood in the background, watching the scene unfold like a cinema.
"Hermione."
Ron and Harry exchanged glances. "Hermione?"
"Um, Harry, Ron, there's something I want to tell you."
This is going to be awkward, Severus thought.
"There's more?" Ron asked dumbly.
"Severus and I…"
"Wait, since when did you call Snape 'Severus?'"
"Oh, honestly, Ronald! Severus and I are together."
Shocked, the two boys slowly turned toward one another and back to Hermione and Snape. "Together" they said simultaneously.
I knew this would be uncomfortable. "Hermione and I are, to put it blatantly, soulmates."
"Soulmates?"
"Yes, soulmates. It is quite a rare magical phenomenon, indeed. Hermione saved my life through Amoremin Fidem without even knowing it."
"Wow," was all Harry could say.
"And we are in love," Hermione finished.
"Very much so," Severus said, looking down at her with warmth in his eyes. The sight was too much to behold for Ron.
"No way! 'Mione, what did he do to you? Did he make you drink a love potion or something?"
Severus fought the urge to strangle the redhead. Hermione can fight her own battles, he reminded himself.
"No, Ronald. I really do love him," she replied sternly. "And as my best friend, you'll have to accept that."
Ron remained silent for a moment. Here was Snape, the man he had hated from day one, soul-bound with his best friend. It was bizarre, and yet, he didn't have much of a choice, did he? She wasn't under the influence of a love potion. He had experienced that feeling firsthand during year four. There was no far-away look plastered on her face. She really, truly loved Snape.
"Alright, 'Mione. I understand. It's going to take some getting used to, though."
"Thank you so much, Ron. It means the world to me." She pulled him into a hug. Severus held back his jealousy as much as he possibly could.
Thankfully, Hermione didn't notice the disgusted look on Severus' face. He quickly recovered and turned to Harry.
"How do you feel about this?" After all, it was his mother that Severus had loved for so long. Now it was his best friend.
"I'm happy for you, Snape. Truly."
"Thank you, Harry! Oh, thank you so much!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling him into a hug as well.
Her two best friends in the world approved of her crazy relationship with the Potions Professor. This was more than she could ever have asked for. The four professors in the background smiled knowingly at her. Could this get any better? She wondered.
…
Hogwarts was set to re-open in three days. Hermione paced to and fro in Severus' study, finally causing him to throw down his magazine and sigh. "Hermione, please! You're driving me crazy."
"Sorry, Sev! I can't contain myself. I'm so nervous," she admitted.
He stood up from his desk and walked over to her. "You are going to be an amazing professor."
"Oh, you're just saying that to comfort me!" she said, exasperated. "What if I'm not stern enough and the kids walk all over me? What if I'm too stern and they hate me?"
"Well, I think it's quite fun to be stern," Severus said with an evil laugh. "But I believe that the best approach for you would be to be yourself. I know it is cliché, but Hermione, you are a natural. When I say that you will be great, I mean it."
"You aren't saying that just because you love me?"
"No."
"Thanks." She beamed at him.
"Do you still have that vial of liquid luck I gave you?"
"Yes," she said, surprised. "Should I?"
"I don't see the harm in it," he mused.
Hermione plopped down on the emerald green bed, much to Severus' relief. I am really going to be a professor. She grabbed her Soul-Book off the nightstand and flipped it open to the last page, sighing dreamily.
September first couldn't come soon enough.
A/N. So. So. The story will probably be complete in one more chapter. I was expecting it to be a bit longer, more like 50,000 words, but everything seems to be coming to a conclusion. I hope I did not rush this story too much. As always, leave me comments and stay tuned for the very last chapter *sobs!*