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Chapter 11: Rejection.

Hermione wore an empty look on her face as she sat staring out of her bedroom window. The desk before her had pieces of paper scattered about with incomplete sentences. When they'd returned from the whorehouse last night, she'd sat down with Harry to write a letter; as expected, nothing came out right, and she gave up close to midnight.

However, that wasn't why there was a dead look in her eyes. A dream had fallen upon her after stressing over writing Snape a letter, only for the dream to not be of him. That's not supposed to happen.

Her dream had been an ordinary one; a lot of random things happened, and she saw some familiar faces. But no Severus. When she'd awoken at four o'clock this morning, it had occurred to her that their soulmate bond meant nothing.

Just because our souls are connected is not to say that I know him. The only personal things I know about Severus is his love for Lily Evans, and it was tearing her up inside.

The moment the thought entered her mind, she felt her heart hit the floor, and her body became a dead weight. Hermione hadn't even felt this bad when she caught Ron cheating on her.

Perhaps Severus found a way to disconnect our dreams. She was only assuming from observations, but Snape was a closed off man. He didn't seem like the type to openly give affection or talk about past loves, and feelings. However, the one feeling she did know about was the way he reacted to Lily's name. The way his face tensed as sadness and love entered his eyes; like nothing else in the world mattered but her.

Hermione couldn't explain the airy feeling in her heart; she felt sick. Thinking clearly, it must be down to the bond, a natural reaction to a mate's past flame. Although, Lily was never a flame; he'd been devoted to her without them even being together romantically.

Everything was happening too fast. Do I even care about Severus? Am I only experiencing lust? Her jumbled mind didn't show on her face, and she continued to watch the foggy morning come to life.

She didn't know how to approach the subject with him. I don't think I could ever bring it up because I already know what his reaction is going to be. I'm not Lily.

I can't go on a date with him. It's only going to lead to more heartbreak for me. It was selfish of Hermione to assume that Snape wouldn't be affected, but more than likely, it wouldn't dampen his mood.

Merlin, I feel like my heart has been ripped out. I hate this bond; I shouldn't be feeling like this about a man like Severus, nor so quickly. Draco's words from last night kept ringing throughout her head. Who knew the git was right, Severus is in love with a dead woman - may she rest in peace - and I can't compete with somebody beyond the grave.

She felt the urge to hit something or drink a whole bottle of firewhisky; even though she'd never touched a drop of alcohol in her life. I wonder if this is how Harry feels? Alcohol eased his heartache. She rose to her feet and stretched her aching back.

Hermione summoned one of the bottles of firewhisky that she'd hidden from Harry, and stared down at the label. A drop couldn't hurt.

This wasn't like her. She could get to her lowest point at times but never break her moral codes. It's the stupid connection. She clenched her jaw, no longer feeling like Hermione anymore. I'll have a drink and a walk.

Hermione quickly changed into some different clothes, opting for a pair of jeans and a tight, long sleeved top.

After that, she walked from her bedroom door pouring the amber liquid down her throat and disappearing out of Grimmauld Place.

She managed to apparate safely in her disorientated state and appeared in front of The Three Broomsticks. Her eyes continued their dullness as she stared up at the sign. She took a quick sip of her drink, then walked inside before anybody saw her.

Isn't there a Hogsmeade trip this weekend? The thought didn't bother her much, and she dragged herself to a booth. There was an empty whisky glass on the table, so she grabbed it and poured herself some more of the amber liquid.

I wonder what my parents would think of me now, she pondered, tilting her head back as she swallowed the liquor. Their disappointment of a daughter was drinking in the day time, and delirious. I don't think they'd care.

She glanced down at her left forearm, pulled back the sleeve, and removed the glamour charm that concealed her scar. She brushed her fingers along the raised letters and shifted her head to the side. I'm just a filthy Mudblood.

Hermione hadn't felt this depressed in a long time. She'd reacted badly to her parents disowning her, but instead of drinking, she'd sought company from her friends and cried herself to sleep for a week.

Why does my heart hurt so much? She glanced down at her heaving chest. There was a comforting voice in her mind somewhere, telling her that she was overreacting, but she couldn't gain control of it. She wasn't thinking straight anymore.

The firewhisky continued to refill her glass and the painful liquid burnt her throat. She ran her tongue along her dry lips and rested her head on the table.

...

Harry's legs bounced under the table while he tugged at his dark hair. He looked around the kitchen, then moved his fingers to his mouth so he could chew on them anxiously. Where has she gone?

He'd awoken to find Hermione was no longer in the house, she never left without telling him before, and he was beyond worried. Perhaps she apparated to Snape again. He shook his head; something doesn't seem right...

He'd gone looking out on the streets for six hours, and he still couldn't find her. What if she's hurt? Harry shot to his feet and paced the length of the kitchen. She'll be back because she's going on a date with Snape tonight.

She'll be back...

An idea struck him. Maybe I should send a letter to Snape and ask him if she's with him. He nodded his head and raced into the living room to grab a quill and some paper. The message didn't take long to write, and he walked out into the back garden to attach it to their owl. He watched it fly away. OK, perhaps that was a bad idea, Harry cringed.

If she's there, I'm going to yell at her for making me worried. Harry knew she'd gone to bed frustrated because she couldn't compose a perfect letter to Snape, but it was an everyday Hermione thing to get frustrated about. It wouldn't cause her to run off - if she has run off.

Harry stayed in the garden for a while, hoping to hear the sound of her apparating back home, but the noise never came. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat, then returned inside to continue pacing the length of the kitchen.

What could've made her take off like this? Is it because of what Draco said to her last night about my mum, he pondered on the thought. It might be that.

...

Severus watched over the students as they went inside the castle after visiting Hogsmeade, with a heavy heart. Something's wrong. He felt more on edge than usual, and he hadn't felt this tense since the war.

His face didn't portray his worry, and he continued to scowl at anyone who looked at him. He'd been with Remus Lupin on the trip; he was staying behind to meet his wife for a while, then he would return to pester Severus to death.

He regularly asked him questions like, "You aren't scowling much anymore?", "Did you almost smile?", "Have you finally met someone who can put up with you menstrual persona?". The list went on and on, but he never rose to the bait. He wasn't telling Lupin anything about what he did on the weekends.

He didn't want to share Hermione with anyone.

Severus had never felt this possessive over Lily - he'd been more protective of himself because of the way she was treating him - never in his life had he wanted to hide someone away just so nobody else could look at her.

I shouldn't feel this way about her. It's too soon.

"Ah, Severus!" Minerva McGonagall weaved her way through the crowd of students and stood before him.

"Minerva," He nodded.

"I have a question I would like to ask," She smirked. What does she want now? "The wards detected an unauthorised visitor to your quarters early on Saturday morning...I hope you aren't bringing Lucius back with you."

His jaw tightened. It's not like he was going to tell Minerva that it was the Gryffindor Golden Girl who graced him with her presence. The little chit had offered to help him with his throbbing erection. He struggled to push the dream from his mind, but it somehow squeezed its way towards the forefront of his brain to curse him with a constant replay.

"Lucius was expressing his worries about Draco's upcoming marriage," He explained. "I sent him home immediately."

"Mhm," She hummed, looking at him funny. "Are you meeting Draco today?"

"He should be here within the next hour," His silky drawl did nothing to convince Minerva. She knows I'm lying about Lucius.

"Should I be worried about how often you disappear on the weekend?" She enquired. "You aren't visiting places of taboo?"

He folded his arms over his chest. "I don't believe my personal affairs are any of your business."

She narrowed her eyes. "You're lying to me about something."

"Minerva I am free to do as I wish-"

"Are you sleeping with prostitutes?"

He rolled his eyes. "For Merlin's sake woman, no I'm not!"

"There was a woman in your room on Saturday morning; the wards informed me of her gender."

"Oh, so because a woman is in my quarters you assume that I must be paying her to be there?" He growled.

"I didn't mean it like that!" She exclaimed.

"Of course not," He grumbled. "Goodbye Minerva, I have things to attend to."

Severus returned to his quarters quickly and waited half an hour until Draco knocked on his door. "Come in," He snarled vanishing the essays he was marking.

His godson walked in slowly and took the seat opposite him. Apparently, it was Severus' job to convince Draco not to go ahead with the arranged marriage, but he didn't think he needed that much persuasion not to do so. If Hermione's right and Potter is his mate, then it should be easy to guilt trip him into not going through with it.

Draco looked around the room with a bewildered look on his face; then he straightened his back in the chair. "You should know that-"

"I have something I need to talk to you about first," He interrupted with a scowl.

"No, Severus I think you should-"

He waved his hand to silence him. "You're to be married on Friday," Severus regarded him with disapproving eyes. "Your father is against the engagement and believes you can do better than following in his footsteps."

"Severus listen to me, I was walking through Hogsmeade, and I saw-"

"Here me out first. I need the conversation to be over quickly because I have somewhere to be this afternoon," Severus linked his fingers together and leant forward a little.

"With Hermione?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

He visibly tensed. "That isn't any of your business."

"Well, I don't think she's in the right state of mind to be meeting up with you," He explained, swallowing hard.

"Excuse me?" Severus growled.

"As I said, I went to Hogsmeade, and I saw Hermione on her own in The Three Broomsticks. Drunk."

"Hermione doesn't drink," He winced not meaning to say it out loud.

"Well, she's pissed. I walked in, and she looked ready to kill me, but she couldn't even stand up to come to me," Draco fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket.

That doesn't sound like Hermione. It dawned on him that she might be regretting their date tonight, but another thought struck him, something must've happened.

Last night, he hadn't dreamt of her and experienced a nightmare - he hadn't had one since he'd seen her for the first time in the brothel. Severus woke up feeling exhausted and dissatisfied. I knew something wasn't right.

"What happened last night?" He asked, and Draco blushed.

"We talked to Annette, and I...oh bugger," He shot to his feet and started to pace. "It may be my fault."

"Draco?" He growled.

"I said some things to her which might have made her feel like shit," He whispered, chewing on the side of his thumb. "I-I was angry, and stuck in a room with Potter-"

"What the hell did you say?" He snapped.

"Erm..." He became fascinated with his shoes. "I said that it must be hard lusting after a man that's in love with a dead woman..."

Severus flinched.

...

"Raindrops on roses. And whiskers on kittens...bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens...something with string... these are a few of my favourite things.." Hermione threw her head back laughing as she skipped down the deserted street. It was getting dark now, didn't I leave in the morning?

Oh, how drunk am I?

She glanced at the sip of firewhisky she had left. I didn't think I'd last after a few sips.

"I am n-not a lightweight," She held up her arms to clench her small arm muscles. "I'm macho."

Her handling the alcohol may have been down to her stopping occasionally; she would alternate between drinking until she felt tipsy then waited till she was sane only to proceed drinking again. It was a good tactic.

"I'm still standing..." She scrunched up her face in confusion. "Nope, apparently I'm crawling," Hermione continued to crawl along the dusty ground giggling, leaving the bottle of firewhisky behind. "I should g-get drunk more often...I'm fun..."

Her head collided with a bony shin. "Watch it," She gurgled, covering her forehead with her hand. Hermione sat back on her ankles to look up at the angry face of Severus Snape. "Good evening," She resumed her journey on her hands and knees, but a strong arm laced around her waist pulling her up onto unsteady feet.

"Hermione!" His voice boomed down the empty street, and she was turned roughly in his hold, so she was pressed against his front. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Letting loooooose," She puckered her lips and blinked a few times.

"Since four o'clock this morning!?" He snapped, face tight in fury. She hadn't ever seen him this pissed off before. He would've made her feel scared had she not been drunk. However, Hermione's boggled mind didn't catch on that she shouldn't aggravate him more.

"You should let loooose," She chuckled reaching out to straighten his collar, but he locked his hands onto her wrists. Her heart suddenly shattered causing her bottom lip to shake. "You rejected me!" She spat, violently pulling herself away from him and stumbling backwards. "This is h-how Harry felt when Draco refused him! Get away from me!"

"Hermione," He grabbed her by the elbow to pull her back towards him. "Please enlighten me on how I rejected you."

She shook her head frantically. "You'll be very angry..." She tried to walk backwards, but his hold on her caused him to follow. "Too fast..." She hiccuped. "I like you a lot...but it's happening too q-quickly...Lily..." She waited for him to flinch.

He didn't.

"Sit down, Hermione," He led her over to a wall, which she slid down and he crouched in front of her. "I do not wish to have this conversation with you while you're intoxicated."

"I'm not intoxilated..."

"Intoxicated."

"That's what I said," She rolled her eyes, and it made her feel dizzy. "Everything's spinning."

He pulled a phial out of his pocket. "Open up," Hermione parted her lips slightly, meaning Snape had to touch her chin to get her mouth wider, then he poured the sticky substance down her throat.

"Urghh," She groaned. "W-What is that?"

"You should fall asleep soon and wake up in a couple of hours, sober," He explained.

"I was having fun," She whined. "Killjoy..." Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, and she landed against a solid chest.

...

"Get out of my quarters, Potter."

"She's going to wake up upset, and I know how she's feeling. Let me take her home-"

"She has nothing to be upset about! Now leave!"

"You rejected her!"

"I did no such thing! I'm giving you five seconds to leave!"

"Fine...just tell her I was here, and that I'll be waiting for her at home."

"It's three o'clock in the morning, Potter. She won't be up for at least another six."

"I'll still be waiting-"

"Get out!"

Hermione's eyes flew open, and she stared up at a bland ceiling. A familiar ceiling. She slowly sat up with a pounding headache and flinched away from the light filtering through the open door.

I'm in Severus' bedroom. The thought didn't startle her, but the memories of her drunken escapades did.

"Buggering hell..." She grumbled covering her face with her hands. I have no idea what came over me. One second I was fine, then the next I was extremely depressed.

I was meant to go on a date with Severus. I've ruined everything. A sob escaped her lips, and she wiped away her sudden tears. It was a selfish thing for me to do.

The door opened, and Snape filled the doorway. She looked at him with teary eyes and held her breath.

"You shouldn't be awake," He grunted.

"I'm sorry," She whimpered. "I'm truly sorry; I don't know what came over me."

He stalked over to the bed and retrieved a potion from the bedside table, then sat down on the edge of the mattress. He held it out for Hermione to take and she reached out her shaking hands.

"For your headache," He said, and she quickly swallowed the substance.

"Thank you," Her voice wavered, and she brought her knees up to her chest.

"What happened?"

She pushed some of her hair away from her face. "I woke up feeling empty inside. I didn't feel like I was in control anymore; the only thing I could feel was the pain in my heart. None of my thought processes were logical, and before I could gain control, I was walking out of the house drinking firewhisky to ease the pain."

"I understand that part, Hermione," His silky voice drawled, and she bit down on her bottom lip. "However, I cannot comprehend why you thought I'd rejected you."

She shivered. "I...A lot of things happened on Saturday evening. Draco said something to me, and I don't think the force of what he'd said hit me until I got home."

"I'm aware of what he said to you," He muttered, and she buried her face into her knees. She could hear him breathing heavily. "Hermione, do I seem like the type of person to be around someone I don't like, willingly?"

She shook her head, refusing to look at him.

"If I didn't want you in my presence I would've told you to leave," Snape shifted slightly. "I realise that this seems to be moving rather quickly and that the only explanation is the bond our souls share."

"I suppose so," She whispered. "I've ruined everything."

He growled. "You haven't ruined anything, Hermione. Stop being ludicrous and look at me."

Hermione curled her fingers around the bedsheet and lifted her head to look into his dark eyes.

"Potter brought me the book, and I read another chapter. Severe depression is a common after effect when the soul feels rejection has occurred. You somehow managed to convince yourself that I had done so. However, I haven't."

"We bearly know each other," She muttered. "I feel like I'm at war with my rational side and my desires."

"I'd say you know a lot more than you think," There was an odd look in his eyes. "What's my favourite colour, Miss Granger?"

"Black. Not green as others would suspect, as I see no sign of any green in your quarters."

"How old am I?"

"You were born on the 9th January 1960, making you forty-two years old."

"Where was I born?"

"Spinner's End."

"What was my childhood like?"

"Rough. You had problems with your father and a troubled relationship with your mother. Hounded by the Marauders, then you took the Dark Mark when you left Hogwarts."

"What do you know about Lily Evans?"

"You love her. She went to Potter and refused to forgive you for calling her a-" The word hitched in the back of her throat and she looked down at her covered arm. He doesn't know about it.

"Carry on," He hissed through gritted teeth, but she didn't look away from her arm. "What is it?" Hermione pulled back the sleeve covering her left forearm then held it up for him to see.

His eyes settled on the letters, but his face gave nothing away. Passive as always. However, Hermione saw him swallow hard; then his eyes returned to hers.

"Bellatrix spent some of her time torturing me at Malfoy Manor," She explained. "I usually keep it covered; only the people who were there know about it."

Snape's cold hand wrapped around her wrist and he used his other one to brush his fingers along the scar. Her lips tightened as she watched him caress the harrowing word.

"After the incident with Lily, you focused on becoming a Death Eater, and when there was no sign of Lily ever forgiving you for what happened, you became one of the Dark Lords followers. Then, there were the events which consequently led to her death, and you believe it is your fault, which it isn't. Wormtail betrayed them."

"See, you know a lot more than you think," He whispered huskily, not taking his fingers away from her scar. "However, some of your information is wrong about Lily."

"Oh..." She gasped as a shiver quivered beneath his touch, and he leant down to press a kiss to her scar. A moan fell from her lips, and he looked up at her through his dark lashes.

"I loved her," He said keeping his mouth close to her forearm. "Now, all I carry is guilt for what I did, but Lily wasn't innocent. I soon realised I only loved her as a friend, and my reason for being devoted to her was because she was my only friend. Our friendship was easy for her to forget, whereas I struggled because she'd left me on my own. Forgotten me to go with the boy who harassed me."

Snape pressed another kiss to her arm, and her heart felt like it was about to explode. She could feel the magical bond wrapping around her heart, urging her to get closer to him. Pain creased his brows, and she knew that his past played a big part in his life. He needs someone to teach him how to let it all go.

Hermione reached out and brushed some of his black hair away from his eyes, and he gave her a fiery look.

"I'm sorry that I ruined our date," She said with a sad smile.

"Come with me," He muttered, pulling back the bedsheet and holding out his hand for her to take.

Hermione realised that she was wearing a different top - Severus' to be exact - the crisp white shirt stopped at her mid-thigh and settled against her blue jeans. She placed her hand in his and followed him out of the bedroom.

The fire filled the room with heat, and a sofa faced it; she was pleased to see a lot of books on shelves. He led her through another door and into the kitchen - a beautiful smell invaded her senses.

Two plates full with food lay on an old table in the middle of the room. A few candles illuminated the room creating a relaxing mood. Hermione beamed at the sight and tightened her hold on his hand.

"I guess you haven't eaten since Saturday," She confirmed his statement with a nod and released his hand to take a seat.

"This smells delicious," She practically drooled over the food but hesitated to tuck in.

"Eat, Hermione," She didn't need to be told twice.

The food was scrumptious, and she didn't seem to care about her ill manners. Her stomach was full of liquid, so the solids eased her unsettled belly. Hermione could feel Snape's eyes on her, and she flashed him an awkward smile.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising; it's very Gryffindor of you," There was a sly smirk on his face, and she swallowed some food.

"How did you find me?" She asked, taking a sip of some water.

"My godson saw you in the Three Broomsticks," He explained. "He said you looked ready to kill him, but you could hardly stand."

"Your godson is a git," She muttered. "If you don't mind me saying."

"He is what he is," He replied. "However, he has his reasons."

"Harry told me that Draco's getting married," She pushed some of her food around her plate. "When?"

"Friday," Snape sighed finally eating some of his food. "Lucius doesn't want him to go through with it."

"I would've thought he was the one making him do it," She admitted.

"Malfoy doesn't want his son making the same mistakes he did," He took a sip of his drink. "But, Draco wishes to keep his mother happy."

"If he's going through with it, I wish he hadn't given Harry hope."

"Hope?" He questioned.

"On Saturday, they argued, and things got heated between them, and they kissed. They're soulmates after all, but Draco seems set on ignoring that fact," She looked at him sadly. "Annette's a Seer."

Snape raised a brow urging her to continue.

"Her grandmother wrote the book, and it was passed down to her. She saw visions of many different soulmates and believes her purpose is to help unite the pairs. Annette saw you and I, Harry and Draco, Jenny and a mysterious blond man - I assume that man is Lucius."

"Lucius?" He reflected. "I do remember him giving her odd looks."

"She told me that she had strong feelings for him, but they were annoying her a lot. However, Lucius showed his true colours on Saturday. He politely called her a whore, and disregarded her because she isn't a pureblood."

"Of course," Hermione saw that he didn't look surprised; it's sad that Lucius can't change his views in the post-war world.

"He has missed his chance of a newfound happiness," Hermione sighed. "Jenny's left the whorehouse, and will probably never return. She's a very stubborn woman, so Lucius won't stand a chance at finding her, or persuading her if he ever wanted to seal their bond. I don't think they've gotten to the point where they share dreams."

He grunted in response.

The sound of someone flooing into the other room made Snape's eyes widen slightly.

"Severus Snape, what did I tell you about unauthorised visitors-Oh! Miss Granger?" Both of them turned to stare at Minerva McGonagall. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?" Her eyes landed on Snape's shirt. Oh crap.

"As I said, Minerva, I'm not bringing whores back to my quarters," He snarled. I'm not sure whether that's a compliment? "If you don't mind, I'm a bit busy."

"You haven't answered my question, Miss Granger," Minerva pushed, and Hermione got to her feet and walked around the table to stand next to Snape's chair.

"We're reminiscing about old times, Headmistress."

"I wasn't aware that you two were close enough to do such a thing. Especially this early in the morning," She raised an old brow, not believing the lie Hermione had spewed.

"Granger and I have reconciled recently," Snape drawled. His voice is incredibly sexy, heat filled her core, and she awkwardly shifted on the spot. Snape's burning eyes landed on her as he got to his feet. "You can leave now."

"Why is she wearing your shirt?" Minerva questioned.

"Because Minerva, we've engaged in strenuous activities since midnight, so she's wearing my top to cover up while we refuel and continue our vigorous exercises."

Both of the women gasped at his sarcasm. Hermione had to sit on the table so she could cross her legs to ease her throbbing heat. Minerva looked at them both, mortified, her mouth opening and closing.

"If you wouldn't mind leaving," He pointed his finger at the door.

"We will be having a serious conversation later on," She said before she fled his quarters.

"You didn't have to embarrass her," Hermione breathed out, feeling her cheeks redden.

Snape turned to look at her through dark eyes, and he took in the sight of her flustered on his kitchen table. Hermione felt her heart thump loudly inside her chest, and her lips parted as she looked up at him.

"We should finish eating," He said, not moving.

"Mhm," She let her eyes sweep over his body. "Or we could-"

Snape moved forward crashing his lips against hers. She moaned, instantly holding onto his shirt. He buried his fingers into her wild hair, tilting her head back to try a different angle as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Her whole body ached for him, and when he settled between her legs, she felt the hardness of his erection. However, it didn't ease her desire for him. She wanted him to take her right here on the table, hard and fast.

Snape didn't waste any time using a charm and opted to rip open her clad torso sending buttons flying everywhere. He pulled the shirt down her arms and tossed it to the side.

Hermione pressed her chest against his and began to untuck his shirt from his trousers. She wasn't about to attempt to rip his open because she didn't have the strength nor the steady hands as she was trembling with anticipation.

He tugged on her hair, forcing her to dip her head to the side so he could kiss the side of her neck. He nipped at her sensitive skin just as she undid some of his buttons.

Snape's growl vibrate in the curve of her neck, and his hands latched onto her thighs, and she was lifted up into his arms. She locked her legs around his waist, returning to kissing his mouth ferociously.

She was glad he'd chosen to carry her because she wasn't sure her jelly legs would last the journey from the kitchen to his bedroom. The door slammed shut behind them, and he lowered her down onto the bed.

Hermione moaned and panted as he kissed a hot trail from her mouth down to the valley of her breasts. Impatiently, she quickly reached around to unclasp her bra then threw it over his shoulder.

A gruff chuckle came from his mouth, vibrating her blazing skin. He finally lowered his mouth to her puckered nipple, then used his hand to knead the other.

She arched herself into his mouth biting down on her bottom lip while he swirled his tongue around her yearning nipple. Hermione buried her hands into his hair as he moved his attention away from her breasts and down to her trousers.

He popped open the button and swiftly pulled them down her long legs so they could join her bra on the floor. His mouth flew to her inner thigh, kissing and sucking his way closer to her burning heat.

Hermione blew some of her hair away from her face, looking down at him through hazy eyes. She felt his breath against her knickers; she was somewhat self-conscious about how wet she was for him.

He waved his hand, and her clad core was no more. She stilled for a second as he looked up at her through sated eyes, then a sexy smirk appeared on his lips just before he plunged his mouth into her drenched centre.

Hermione's toes curled, and she threw her head back. Her body flooded with an intense feeling, causing parts of her to twist and tighten in prospect. His silky hair brushed against her thighs sending infinite bolts of pleasure through her veins; then he licked a path up to her swollen clit.

She panted for air as she felt herself riding closer to the edge. Snape swirled his tongue around her nub and slipped a finger inside of her. She tried to force something out of her mouth, but she ended up purring with need.

Another finger slid inside, and he didn't move his tongue away from her sensitive clit. She suddenly felt her climax approaching, and she arched off the bed, holding on tight to the bedsheets, then cried out his name as her pleasure made her eyes roll back. "Severus!" She wept, but he continued to lap at her bud until her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, coating them with her rapture.

He tenderly removed his fingers from her core, then dotted wet kisses up her flushed body. Snape towered over her, pressing her naked body against his clothed one. Lust clouded his eyes, but there was something else, admiration, trust, likeness, love?

"You're wearing far too many clothes..." She panted.

"I believe I undressed you?" He quirked his brow, and with a huff, she hooked her leg around his waist and flipped him onto his back so she could straddle his hips.

Merlin, this wasn't anything like being with Ron. He hadn't taken the time to bring her pleasure, just focused on going in and out while she lay there unsatisfied. She'd been self-conscious of her body, and nothing he said eased her worries. However, Snape was reducing her anxiety just by looking at her.

He inhaled sharply, observing her naked form on him. She quickly leant down, and her hair shielded their faces. Hermione placed a soft kiss to his lips and began to unbutton his shirt.

She kissed him along the jawline with the intention to kiss his neck, but her eyes landed on the bite mark. It hadn't been there before, and she realised that he must've been covering it with a glamour. Hermione smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his scar.

Snape went rigid for a second, but the tension left his body when she kissed around it and continued to move her lips down his body. Every time she unclasped a button she placed a kiss on his flat chest, and he was soon left open for her to see.

Hermione stroked her hands up his chest and gazed down at him contently. Something flashed in his eyes, and he moved his hands up the sides of her thighs.

She reached behind her to undo his belt, and she soon found his boxers exposed to her wandering hands. Hermione didn't break eye contact with him, not caring that her wet heat was touching his bare skin.

She nudged his boxers down a little, slipping her tiny hand inside so she could grab his silky shaft. Her grip tightened around him, and he twitched beneath her touch. She raised her brow as if to challenge him, and he growled loudly in response.

Quickly, Snape tore her hand away from its adventure and flipped her back onto the mattress with her hands pinned above her head. Snape's clothes were completely gone, and she gazed down at his throbbing member. Oh, Merlin...

She glanced at him with wide eyes, fuelling his ego. "You don't have to look so scared Granger."

"I'm not scared," She said with no assertion whatsoever, and he lowered his mouth to hers, hovering over her red lips.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful."

She gasped, and he smashed his lips against hers. Their bodies moulded together, and she felt him press on her entrance. This was it; it was going to happen. Hermione couldn't stop the smile from growing on her face. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

She spread her legs a little, creating a more secure fit for his hips, then looked at him blissfully. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then moved his hand down to her hip.

"Are you sure-"

"Very," She sighed, elated.

He chuckled hoarsely and leant back a little so he could see her body as he slipped inside of her. His gaze settled on the patch of curls above her waiting core, then placed a hand near her head and pushed himself inside her throbbing heat.

Hermione held her breath and tossed back her head. Snape groaned as she tightened around him, and fisted the bedsheet. He didn't move straight away, giving her time to adjust, then he slowly pulled back to thrust inside of her with more force.

Snape placed his other hand next to her head so he could look down at her, but Hermione's eyes stayed closed. He reached out to grab her chin.

"Look at me," He growled, and her eyes fluttered open. A flash of gold entered her eyes, and the same happened to him. He ran his thumb along her swollen lips and moved his hips to thrust against an untouched spot within her.

"Fuck..." She gasped, her lips parting beneath his touch and she struggled to keep her eyes from closing. Snape kissed her gently, then suddenly the tenderness fled the room and pure desire took control.

Hermione let out a cry as he began to pound into her over and over again. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails in his back for leverage. The sounds of skin hitting skin echoed around the dungeon room, and their bodies became slick with sweat.

Snape buried his face into her neck to muffle a hoarse groan, and Hermione bit down on the tight skin of his shoulder. They continued to move frantically, and her cries of ecstasy goaded him on.

The coming wave arrived fast, and Hermione's body began to spasm beneath him. She cried out his name as her walls tightened around his pulsating shaft, then with a few more thrusts, he exploded inside of her, collapsing on top of her exhausted body.

Hermione wasn't sure how long had passed, but she relished in the feel of his weight on her as she stared up at the ceiling. She lazily stroked a hand up his back, occasionally brushing against a scar. Her touch didn't make him tense up; it only caused his breathing to become heavier.

"You're not asleep, are you?"

"Fuck no," He breathed out.

Snape moved off her, and she groaned at the loss of warmth. They shifted to the cushions on his bed and slid under the quilt. In a few hours she would have to go to work, but for now, she was content with lying in his arms.