Glad you liked their little romantic interlude! Thanks for all the lovely comments. This story is turning out longer than I thought it would be ... ho hum. Things are ticking along here ... a few conversations ... an odd occurrence ... and then ... some sex.
As Hermione and Severus grow to understand and trust each other more, they are becoming more ... imaginative ... I found myself writing the last scene alone and in silence, never a good thing for avoiding 'descriptive' smut (or definitely a good thing depending on how you look at it).
They returned to Hogwarts just after half past one, having missed lunch, not that they needed it.
Hermione and Severus arrived back in the same classroom they had left earlier. He simply bent down to retrieve his robes and replaced them about his person.
"I'm busy this afternoon ... unfortunately." He had reassumed the chill tones of intolerant schoolmaster.
"Yes."
"I know that Filch is cleaning my rooms this evening. I do not see how you can come tonight."
Hermione's heart sank. "Cleaning your rooms on a Saturday night?"
"I believe he prefers to work ... unencumbered by adolescents. I have a certain empathy."
"Surely magic is used to clean the castle?"
"Generally, but Filch likes to feel ... useful."
"You are kind to indulge him."
He did not respond.
A feeling somewhat like grief was sweeping through Hermione. Her gut ached with the thought of not being with him. "Can't you apparate ... or whatever it is you do ... we could meet somewhere safe."
"It would be a risk. It is harder to do so within the castle than beyond it."
"So I won't see you until tomorrow?" Her voice was desolate.
"It would seem that way." Snape's words were dismissive, but she still clearly heard regret in his tone.
He stood apart from her. It was nearly two o'clock. He would have to go to detention. With feet of lead, Hermione turned to leave. "So ... until then, I suppose ..." She walked past him, but he caught her hand in his and stopped her firmly but gently. She looked back at him and he slowly brought his head to hers.
The kiss started tenderly and languorously, but they were unable to stem the inexorable build up of passion, and soon their tongues and lips were mingling desperately as they tried to inhabit each other.
When finally they broke away, Hermione laid her head on his chest and Severus held her tight to him.
"I don't think I can stand being away from you." Her words were spoken from somewhere deep inside.
He did not reply, but his hand moved in a circle on the small of her back, and she took his silence as concurrence.
At last she pulled back, and with a final kiss, whispered, "Good bye," against his lips and left the room.
Hermione spent the afternoon in the library, trying desperately to fill the hollowness inside. At about half past three she heard footsteps approaching.
"Found you! 'Mione, it's Saturday! We're all outside. Don't waste away in here."
It was Ginny. Hermione smiled wearily up at her. "Hi, Gin. Sorry. I'm just trying to catch up on things."
"We missed you this morning too. Couldn't find you anywhere."
"I went for a walk." Hermione started to pack away her things, thinking it wise to show willing, but kept her head down.
"On your own?"
"Yep." She was happy to go with Ginny now, but did not want to be pressed.
"Shame. A certain Quidditch hottie was looking for you."
Hermione's eyes darted to Ginny's and she could not help but groan, "Oh god."
"Hermione! He's gorgeous! Everyone's so jealous of you – they all know he fancies you. Why don't you just have a bit of fun – let your hair down?"
Hermione could not stand it. "I just ... I'm just not interested in him," she said firmly.
Ginny paused momentarily. "Well ... is there anyone you are interested in?" She was looking at her curiously.
Hermione knew her face was reddening. She kept her eyes lowered and mumbled a barely audible, "No."
"Well, you've missed your chance with Laurence for the day. He's in detention all afternoon."
"Is he?" She tried to appear nonchalant.
"You know he is," Ginny's voice had hardened somewhat. "I heard you were sitting right next to him when Snape laid into him."
"Oh yeah – it slipped my mind." She still could not bring herself to look at her friend, but could feel Ginny's gaze on her.
"Sounds like Snape was in typically sadistic form that day. What did you think?"
"I think Laurence said something insulting about him,"she mumbled.
"Really? I find it hard to believe it was that bad. You're normally the first to defend someone in front of Snape."
Why was Ginny persisting in discussing this matter? A sense of unease crept over Hermione and she heard her voice becoming defensive and tetchy. "I don't know. I can't remember. I wasn't really paying attention." She looked at Ginny abruptly. "Shall we go?"
Ginny held her gaze quietly and seriously for a while, as if waiting for something. She eventually lowered her head with a slight regretful smile. "Come on, 'Mione. Let's get you out of here."
The tension dispersed and the two young women walked out of the library together.
Being with her friends was good, and eased the emptiness inside. Ginny seemed to have relaxed with her again, and they spent an afternoon catching up and laughing. Still, their earlier conversation niggled Hermione. Had Ginny noticed? Part of her almost wanted to blurt it all out to her. She was a true friend, and Hermione trusted her completely, but did not want to betray Severus. And Ginny certainly bore no affection for her Potions Master. She would find the whole situation incomprehensible, surely?
As the afternoon wore on, the two friends' easy and familiar good humour at last pushed the matter to the back of Hermione's mind.
She and Snape only overlapped briefly at supper, and Hermione was careful to keep her head down, although the need for connection with him burned stronger than ever. She was also relieved to find Laurence Filmore sitting a long way down the table from her. He looked utterly fed up after his wasted afternoon, and she was able to avoid any more awkward encounters with him.
After supper, she returned to the Gryffindor common room and sat reading quietly. Laurence wasn't there again – he had an equipment maintenance session. The common room had a relaxed, weekend atmosphere and her friends occasionally wandered over for a chat. Hermione would break away from her book, and turn to them, conversing freely, lolling back languidly on the sofa. She felt increasingly relaxed.
At around nine o'clock the door opened and a scruffy-haired boy in a Gryffindor jumper came in. He must have been a fourth or fifth year. Hermione noticed him glance at her as he walked over to an armchair in the corner. He had an intense, brooding countenance which seemed familiar. Hermione was sure she knew him, but could not quite place him. She returned to her book.
The common room gradually thinned out. Hermione enjoyed the descending peace and stayed reading for a while. Eventually, she thought she should head for bed, and lowered her book. Her eyes fell on the boy with the messy hair in the corner. He was looking at her intently. She quickly dropped her gaze. Shit. It was bad enough coping with Filmore. She really didn't want some hormonal teenager mooning around her too. She swiftly rose and went to her room.
She washed and undressed, grateful for the peace and solitude. Putting on her silk nightwear, she was about to get into bed, when there was a knock on the door. It sounded like the sort of knock Ginny normally gave. Hermione rolled her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to be sociable anymore, but went to open the door to her friend.
Standing outside was the scruffy-haired boy. Hermione stiffened and instinctively pushed the door shut a little. "What do you want?" she asked firmly.
"May I come in?" His voice was surprisingly measured for a young boy. She could not quite believe his audacity.
"Uh ... No!"
But before she could stop him, he had pushed the door open strongly and moved into the room, shutting it smoothly behind him.
Hermione backed off, grabbing her wand quickly and pointing it straight at him.
"Right. You need to go – now. This is completely unacceptable. If McGonagall hears about this, you will be expelled."
The boy continued to walk silently towards her. He was remarkably tall for a fourth year, taller than she had noticed before. Hermione backed off further but held her nerve. "Stop! I'm warning you. I am not afraid to use this."
"I am sure you are not." His voice was deeper than she had anticipated.
His eyes stared into hers with a burn Hermione found almost painful, but as she looked back, she saw them darkening from a deep brown into black itself. The boy seemed to be growing taller with each step. His scruffy brown hair straightened and became a rich black, and his features shifted gradually, maturing, lengthening. When he at last stopped a mere step away from her, Hermione found herself, still clutching her wand, staring up into the face of Severus Snape.
"I think perhaps you should put that down, Miss Granger."
"How did you ... but ... what ...?" Hermione could only gaze up in wondrous bewilderment at the man before her.
"Once again ... you forget who I am."
She flung her arms around him, her wand clattering noisily to the ground in the process. To have him to herself in the privacy of her room filled her with such deep joy, that all she could do was stand, clutching him as close to herself as was possible, breathing in the force of him.
"Can you stay?"
"That was the general idea." The sensual sardonic drawl had returned and throbbed through his chest to her, fuelling her desire instantly. But it was he who brought his hands up to her face and held her head up to hers, looking from one eye to the other with more searching tenderness than she had ever seen before.
"Hermione."
It was almost a prayer.
Hermione's eyes pricked and she knew he would see them growing moist. But before she could feel any embarrassment, he had closed the distance between them, his lips parting hers, warm but insistent. She melted into him and felt his tongue slip languidly into her mouth, flitting over hers to taste her sweetness as if for the first time.
At length his hands moved down to clasp her waist, and holding it firmly he spun her around, pulling her back hard into him. His mouth moved back to her head, and she turned instinctively to allow him to seek out her most tender spots. He moved over her face, planting delicious kisses as he travelled, coming to rest at her ear, where he let his tongue explore the outer shell before slipping idly inside to tease and caress the sensitive place within.
He had never been so exquisitely sensual, her head fell back onto his shoulder and Hermione let her eyes close and her mouth hang open in lazy pleasure.
While his mouth continued its sensuous exploration of her ear, she felt one hand reach down to hold and squeeze her breast, his thumb rubbing lightly over the fabric encasing the nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath, but her pleasure was heightened yet further when his other hand slipped down her body, moving across it to the front. His fingers teasingly quested down into her silk pants, down, until they found her ripe and dripping. Hermione was consumed with pleasure and gasped in, pulling herself up towards his fingers. He reached down under her and thrust one finger hard up inside, while the hand at her breast tugged the material down to pinch the taut pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
His tongue was still circling idly within her ear, and the hand at her sodden pussy stroked and cajoled her so deliciously that she felt the familiar clenching in her belly swell to unbearable fullness. Her mind was fogged with delirium and she focused only on the sensations he was drawing from the three parts of her body. At last it could wait no more, as with a final rub and twist at her clit and nipple she came completely, almost collapsing onto the hand that had brought her such exquisite pleasure. The hand at her breast moved to grip her body, pulling her close to his firm torso as she spasmed against him, a gasping cry wrenched from her.
Through her pleasure Hermione could feel him hard and insistent pressing into her back, and almost immediately the desire to reciprocate, feed on him, flooded through her. When she had recovered enough, she spun herself around and reached her hands down to his belt. But it was too frustrating, and she bent her knees, picking her wand up and muttering a spell all in the same movement. He suddenly found himself naked.
Severus raised a teasing eyebrow to her, but she frowned amidst her gasping need. "Fuck! I need you ... can't wait ..."
She was still on her knees, and level with his huge throbbing cock, which swayed slightly towards her, seeking out its pleasure. She grinned in anticipation, a bubble of thrilled laughter sounding out of her before she opened her mouth fully and plunged her head down onto him.
He threw his head back and groaned long and loud. The pleasure this woman brought to him was indescribable.
Hermione was desperate to engulf him, swallow him as deep as she could. Her head moved rapidly, sucking hard. Her lust was so frantic, that she did not tease this time, as she would normally do. She only knew she wanted him as far down as she could take him. Her head moved forward inch by inch, drawing more and more of him down her. She surprised herself at her ability to engulf him so fully. The man above her groaned in amazed rapture at the sight of this beautiful, brilliant witch taking his manhood deeper into her mouth than he knew possible. Then suddenly, she had to pull back, dragging her lips hard over him as she went before releasing him with an urgent gasp, gulping in much-needed air. She looked up to him; there was an expression of awed wonder on both their faces, before lowering her head swiftly again and repeating the process. As he descended towards her throat she felt him swell and she adjusted her ministrations, now twirling her tongue hard around his engorged head. Her hands came up to grasp his sac, and she knew he was there. With a final hard pull of her lips and tongue, she felt him tense within her mouth, before hot bursts of his cum shot to the back of her throat. It hit her with such force that she struggled to catch it all. She moved off him a little to capture the last spurts on her tongue, tasting it thick and salty in her mouth.
At last she leant back from him, releasing him tenderly from her swollen lips. Neither spoke. At that moment, words were so inadequate as to be obscene.
Severus stood above her, almost paralysed for a while. She turned her head to look up at him. Holding his gaze, she swallowed hard, feeling his essence drip down into her. For the first time ever his eyes were filled with something she had never seen in them before – admiration.
It struck her with wry amusement that, after all her academic brilliance and strength in helping to defeat Voldemort, it should be that act that should draw it out of him. He may be a supreme wizard and academic, but he was still a man after all.
Oh yes, ladies (and any men out there) - we know what they (you) like ... ;-)
And the night is young ... I fear I may be even more 'imaginative' next time ... I just thought I needed to end this chapter with that line!
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