Nothing like making up

Throwing the door open to Harry's back garden, he stalked out into the bright day. The sun hitting his eyes, making him squint. The fresh air welcoming into his lungs, the light scent of lavender and honey suckle mingled in the breeze.

A lush green manicured lawn spread across the yard, the edges looked like Harry had gotten down on his hands and knees and cut them with a pair of scissor. He raised a brow at that thought... It would not surprise him in the least if that is what Potter done.

A few large oak tree's shaded the yard just perfect, beds of lavender, honey suckles and roses tasteful scattered throughout. A large wooden bench under each oak tree, stalking over to the nearest bench he sat down, sighing.

He put his head in his hands, he was truly a cruel, vile man. Not much better then his father, how could he do that to her. He shook his head, but how could she do that to him? After all he had done for her, saved her, protected her she still had feelings for the red headed twit, whom, would not only be dead by now but would of surely seen to her demise long ago.

He risked his own life for her, hell he had died to protect her! He did not ask for much in return, just some humility and loyalty towards him. Was that too much to ask? For her to be his and his only, she claimed to love him yet he knew she still had some deep seated feeling towards him...Why? He was no more of a man than a church mouse. He could not protect her or show her love. He had already shown complete disregard for her feelings and their relationship they once had together.

Maybe she felt dependent on the red head, he was a huge part of her life for so long. Maybe all the mistreatment and harsh words lowered her self esteem and made her think that, maybe, only she needed him to function, to live.

He shook his head, he could not fathom that, if, someone loved someone enough to be bound to them that, they, could still have feelings for another. He was confused, he had no idea what to do. Should he apologise? Leave the house? Wait for her to come to him? Act like nothing happened?
He growled in frustration, why were women so bloody frustrating? He did not need to wait around to answer his question of what to do. Hermione, walking,right towards him, seething. He swallowed hard, she looked pissed.

"Severus Snape," Her voice soft, almost eerie.
"I-" she held up a single hand, he stopped. He knew better then to talk over her.
"Now, I am not angry at you, just a little... disappointed. But you, Severus Snape must realise that Ron was a huge part of my life once. He was my first... " She began to think for a moment "Love." She offered.

"I am aware of that, woman," He countered.
"So of course there will always be something, deep down that perhaps should not be there, that I should not feel but it is there. We spent so many years of our lives together. And to say I was not heart broken when I found him in bed with another woman would be a lie. " She shrugged her shoulders, she had put it on the table and if he took it so be it.

"I see," His words slow, as if he was thinking.
"You see what?" She asked.
"I see now the reason as to why you had the feelings towards him. I am still a little... concerned over it. And I would be lying if I said I had no qualms about it...However... I can over look it, I suppose. I will still have feelings of trepidation that you may up stakes and go back to him."

He stood, his eyes looking to hers as he continued. "However, I will just accept that and come what may." He shrugged.

"You, Severus, must remember a huge chapter of my life was with him. And no I cannot just erase it out of my life, it will always be a part of me."

"I am not asking you to erase it, however I am asking you to turn the page to the next chapter and leave the old one behind. Please. You and I can now right the next chapter in the series and it wull be better then the last.?"
She nodded, "Ok, sure."
She smiled, he ran a single digit across her red cheek "So sorry," he mumbled as she caught his lips in a chaste kiss.

Harry stood in his kitchen watching the couple in his back garden, out of the window. He was so mesmerised by them. They way they interacted with one another, their body language, the way their lips met... Absent-mindedly he touched his own lips, thinking back to the kiss he had shared with Draco. No sooner had the thought passed his mind, a cough from behind caught his attention.
He spun, on his heel, Draco. He flushed a shade of crimson red. "Just thinking of me, where you?," Draco questioned, a smirk upon his face.

"Yea... No." He quickly changed his answer.
"Don't lie, Harry. I am a death eater, remember, one of the first things I was taught is how to be great at Legilmens. I can enter your mind without as much as a sideways glance. I can enter and you would have no idea. Which I did and you didn't."

Slowly, almost painfully he walked towards Harry, snaking his arms around his waist. Placing a quick kiss upon Harry's lips he took his attention to the two in the garden. He watched as their lips tangled with one another's, the passion between the two was uncanny and it kinda turned Draco on. Pushing up against Harry's leg his hardening cock pressed into his leg.

"Granger, inside, now." Severus demanded, ceasing her around her wrist and practically dragging her along to the bedroom. He loved fighting because it always meant the most tantalising make up sex.

She objected "But it is a lovely day why can't we stay out here."

"Because I cannot do what I want to do to you out here."
"But it is-oh!" Blushing slightly she allowed herself to be led away.

They barged through the back door, Harry and Draco both jumped, looking very suspicious, Severus eyed them off as he walked past. Hermione gave them a quick wave.

"He always knows how to ruin a moment." Draco sulked.

HG/SS

Hermione pushed against the bedroom wall, his body pressed against her own. The two naked, clothes abandoned moments before. Lips roaming her neck, teeth bit into the flesh, a yelp. Kissing where he just bit he moved his lips to her ear.
"I know what you want, woman," he purred softly.

She ground her hips against his in response, he really did know what she wanted.

His right hand traced lazy circles on her thigh as his mouth covered hers, tongues touching in a moment of passion, needing, wanting.

He pulled his mouth from hers roughly, she whimpered in response, wanting more. She leant forward into him trying to recapture his lips, he pushed her away. He was in control right now, not her and she needed to know that. He needed to feel in control he wanted to dominate her.

"Touch me," He ordered.
She was taken aback a touch at the hint of harshness in his voice, almost like he was in another place. Gently she moved her hand to his hard cock, wrapping her small hand around it, he moaned softly. Softly she rubbed her thumb over his soft velvet head, spreading the pre come. Slowly she began to move her hand up and down his erection, he moaned again biting his bottom lip, leaning into her a touch. He began to feel weak at the knees, he pulled away, angrily. He was meant to be dominating her, he could not let his mind wander.

Taking her by her hand he roughly pulled her toward the bed and threw her down. She looked up at him, scared, she had never seen him like this. It only turned him on more, the look of fear upon her face. He inhaled deeply, the scent of fear mingled with arousal met his nostrils, his cock stirred, he needed this, he needed her.

Straddling her pushed his face closer to her own, his black hair covering her face as he pressed his lips to hers hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth she clamped her teeth down on it-hard. If he wanted to play rough, so would she. "BITCH," he hissed out, pulling away from her a touch. Two could play at this.

He sunk his teeth into her neck just above her collar bone hard. He could feel his teeth piercing her flesh. Her screams loud and pained, she writhed beneath him, thrashing trying to throw him off. He let the weight of his whole body hold her down.

The warm trickles of blood passed his teeth and dripped onto his tongue. The metallic taste heightened his senses as he sucked on the puncture marks, letting out a moan. The girl still writhing beneath him, pain shot down her neck, tears pricked her eyes.

He looked back into her eyes, the tears evident, pain filled and scared, just the way he wanted her right now.

Putting his foot in between her ankles he roughly spread her legs, just enough for what he needed. Roughly he positioned himself at her centre. He pushed in roughly, full sheathing himself in one thrust. She was surprisingly wet for someone so scared. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, she felt so good around him.

Slowly he began to thrust,opening his eyes her own were closed, grasping her chin hard with a hand "Open your eyes, woman. I wish to look into your eyes and watch you as you come." He had to think carefully on his words.

He knew how she had shied away from him the very first time they had slept together, he did not need that again. He wanted to say, I wish to look into your eyes and watch you as I come, but past experiences told him to forget it. He was here for a good time, not to run off after her.

She forced her eyes open doing as he said, he felt wonderful inside of her. Slowly she matched his pace, wrapping her legs around his waist. Digging her nails into his shoulder, she felt the skin pierce, her gaze still on his. The two staring one another down as they fucked. Her pent up orgasm was building, her stomach felt heavy and her breathing increased. Her walls slowly tightening around his cock.
Oh god, she felt wonderful, was his last thought before he exploded inside of her with a groan. She was straight after, the eye contact never broke.

Panting softly he rolled off of her, she sighed in relief, he was heavy after a while. Getting to his feet he located his wand, pointing it at her neck, a look of question on her face. Was he going to kill her after their love making? As soon as that thought passed her mind the thumping pain in her neck where he had sunk his teeth has vanished. Gently she ran a hand over the spot, it was gone.

"Sorry, got a little rough there," he mumbled, kissing her on the cheek.

A/N: Wow. It took me half an hour to write the first two and a half pages and about 4 days to write the next part. I just could not get it out. I would write maybe three sentences a day. Anyway... Here it is.

Next chapter we will head on over to do some dark lord slaying!

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