Hermione woke the following morning after crying herself to sleep, she had slept fitfully and she felt as though she had not slept at all. Taking a shower, the water falling on her face, she once again succumbed to tears. She felt utterly helpless, having no control over anything was not what she was used to and she really did not like the feeling at all.
She dressed quickly, running a brush through her hair, it was particularly wild today but she just could not be bothered trying. Going to her bedroom she picked up the stone and took it with her as she went downstairs.
It took two cups of very strong coffee for her to feel even half normal, the stone lay on the counter top, seeming to mock her every time she looked at it. How long before it would start to glow again, she had no idea but when it did she was going to be ready.
The day passed slowly, full of small tasks that did not take much concentration, the stone a constant companion where ever she was. Hermione would occasionally pick it up to see if it was warm or cup it in her hands, peeking through her fingers to see if it was glowing. Each time putting it down in disgust, unsure whether it was from the fact it was not glowing or from how weak she was that she kept checking it.
It was early evening, Hermione had just finished washing the dishes from the soup she had just had. Turning from the sink, the stone was glowing brightly, reflected in the stainless steel appliances around the kitchen. Grabbing it she kicked off her slippers and ran from the kitchen, taking the stairs so fast that she nearly fell in her haste. Flinging her bedroom door open, she threw herself on the bed, her heart beating fast, as she lay on top of the covers and began to turn the stone.
Hermione realised where she was straight away, from the Slytherin pennants on the wall to the pile of parchments next to his desk, she knew she was in Snapes private quarters at Hogwarts.
Snape was stood in front of a large fireplace, a fire blazing away in the grate. He did not have the chance to say a word before she ran across the room launching herself onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her feet completely off the floor. For a second he hesitated, then she felt his arms around her, holding her tightly, hugging her to him.
"Severus, please I need to be with you completely, I cannot stand this anymore it is driving me insane, I have to know what it would be like for us. I want you to make love to me" Hermione knew she was babbling but she had to say it before her courage deserted her.
Snape gently lowered her to the floor, taking her arms from around his neck, he cupped her face with his hands.
"Are you sure, Hermione?" His eyes searching hers "If we do this, nothing will ever be the same, and we can never come back to how it is now. This world will be lost forever!"
"Even if this is all I ever have with you. I need you, Severus." she said.
Still cupping her face he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, brushing her lips gently with his. Placing small kisses along her lips, Hermione let out a whimper as he tormented her. His tongue licked her bottom lip and she responded by opening her mouth allowing him access. This seemed to inflame him more as he thrust his tongue in to her mouth, her passion too igniting and she began to explore his mouth. Their bodies pressed together, her hands fisting his hair, pulling his head down. Snapes hands on her buttocks pulling her to him, each one lost in the kiss.
He broke away, for a second she thought he was going to abandon her but instead he swept her up in to his arms and carried her across the room. Kicking the door open with his foot, they entered his bedroom.
He put her down and without a word his hands began to unbutton her dress, Hermione reached up to unfasten his shirt but Snape took her hands,
"No, not yet. Let me undress you, please!" he said, her arms dropping to her sides as his fingers returned to her buttons.
Hermione watched his long fingers slowly but deftly unfasten each button, then opening her dress, brushing her skin for a fraction of a second as his fingers travelled underneath the material, he pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor at her feet.
Standing in front of him, her full breasts encased in a very practical white bra, she wore plain panties, Hermione would normally have been embarrassed for anyone to see her like this but for the fact that Snapes eyes were filled with desire as he took in every detail of her exposed flesh.
He put his fingers on her neck, his thumbs stroked her jaw line as he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, she moaned as he drew away from her again. His fingertips traced her collar bone with the lightest of touches, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. Laying his hands flat on her chest, she could feel them trembling next to her skin. They slowly descended down over her breasts, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra as she pushed her body forward, trying for more contact.
She wanted more but he travelled on, she knew he was tormenting her on purpose, not giving her what she craved straight away. Hermione liked the idea of giving him complete control of the situation, in the past she had been the one in control when she had sex, often having to tell her partner what to do. She knew that this was not the case with Snape, he knew exactly what she needed.
Reaching behind her, unfastening her bra and discarding it on the floor, she heard his sharp intake of breath as her breasts were revealed to him. He cupped them gently and brushed his thumbs over her nipples for the briefest of touches. He moved on, hooking his fingers into her panties, slowly peeling them down her legs. Bending in front of her, he placed a single kiss on her stomach.
He stood and swept her up into his arms and laid her on the bed. Her eyes following him as he walked toward the end , his erection straining against his trousers. He began to undress and she noticed with relief that he moved faster than when he undressed her. Snape stood naked at the foot of the bed, giving Hermione time to take in every detail of his body.
Climbing on the bed, he made his way up her body, he took care not to touch her as his head came level with hers, his dark hair hanging down, she reached to brush it back but in one swift move she found her arms pinned above her head. Twisting his long fingers around her wrists, he managed to hold both in one hand.
Drawing his head back. looking down on her she could see his eyes were alive with hunger, then his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue snaking in and out, hot and demanding, her body arched to meet his but he denied her again. She moaned in frustration as his lips left hers and began to explore her neck, nibbling, licking and sucking along her pulse line.
His free hand reached for her breast cupping it, his thumb grazing across her nipple, it immediately hardened at his touch. Rolling it between his fingers, Hermione let out a gasp as delicious shivers went down her spine as he continued his assault. His mouth found the other drawing it into his mouth, she threw her head back as he gently nipped it with his teeth, circling it with his tongue.
Snape ran his hand down her side, feeling the dip of her waist, he reached between her legs feeling how wet she was, he let out a guttural sound in the back of his throat. Rubbing his fingers over her nub, she writhed under his expert touch. Pushing a long finger into her and withdrawing it fully and then entering her slowly again with now with two fingers.
He brought his head up to kiss her, she moaned into his mouth as he began working his fingers in and out. Her hips finding and matching his rhythm, she was lost in the over whelming sensations he was making her feel. As he curved his fingers inside of her, the intensity increasing. She thrust her tongue deeply in his mouth, he responded with equal vigour their tongues duelling as they both fought for more access.
Letting go of her hands, she was finally able to reach for him. Changing position so he was between her legs, he took hold of his penis rubbing up and down he stopped at her entrance, he hesitated, looking in her to her eyes.
"Severus, please." she begged. With one thrust he was inside of her, filling her, she bucked up against him, wrapping her legs around him pulling him deeper. Her fingers raking down his back, meeting him thrust for thrust as they climbed together. Crying out his name, as his hand found her nub, circling around making her gasp from the pleasure his fingers were eliciting.
He began to speed up as her walls started to tighten around him, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure wracked her body, tipping her over the edge. Hermione fingers dug into his back, her legs tightening as she as she felt herself explode around him.
Snape thrusting through her orgasm, as she bucked beneath him, until he could take no more and releasing his seed, he shuddered against her, his body relaxing, his weight pinning her to the bed.
Still joined together, their bodies hot and sticky with sweat, Hermione's fingers tracing the scars on his back. Snapes head beside hers, his lips placing tender kisses around her ear. Slowly tracing along her chin until he reached her mouth, where he placed the sweetest kiss she had ever experienced. She brought her hands to his face, pulling him away from her,
"I love you, Severus, with all my heart." she whispered to him, "and nothing will ever change that."
"I love you too." he said, his lips once again finding hers, both of them lost in each other.
Eventually, reluctantly Snape withdrew from her and lay by her side, his head propped up on one elbow. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense him watching her.
She felt the familiar sensation in her chest and she knew she was being pulled from him. She could not bear to see his face dissolve away again, she wanted to remember the look on his face when she declared her love to him. She wanted to remember his eyes alive with love as he declared his feelings for her.
Still with her eyes shut, she lay on the bed, a gnawing emptiness eating away in her stomach. How on earth was she going to cope without him?
Her eyes flew open as she felt the stone being pressed into her hand and there laying on the bed large as life, was a very real, very naked Snape smiling back at her.
"It would appear, that it is my turn to be slightly underdressed." Snape drawled.
AUTHORS NOTE
I had been dreading writing this chapter as I have never written a sex scene before so I just want to apologise if it is a little clumsy. Hopefully as I get better with them I will come back and re-write.