Alright you guys, here's another chapter, thank you so much for the reviews from last one! Hopefully this will tide you over until thursday or friday ;) It's got some lemony goodness in it, so be prepared! (Severus and Hermione are two mature adults living in the same house...it was bound to happen, wasn't it? ;P) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, and feel free to drop me off a review if you reaaaally like it! Enjoy.
Hermione laid awake, staring pointlessly into the darkness of her room. She was afraid to fall asleep, for she knew the nightmares that had blissfully disappeared for the past week would be back. Hermione had never really thought of it, but it was Severus's presence that had kept the night terrrors she had been plagued with since the end of the war at bay.
Hermione didn't know why, or how that worked, but when she fell asleep with him in the room, she slept peacefully the whole night through. It was strange to not hear his heavy breathing, and Hermione found herself yearning for Severus's presence.
She cringed again, wishing she had never kissed him. It was the most beautiful kiss she had ever experienced, and it hurt deeply to know he hadn't felt any of it. It wasn't as though she expected anything less, Hermione told herself sternly.
The man had stayed silent after Hermione had kissed him, and told him she meant to. It was more than clear that he had been refraining from hurting her feelings, and Hermione had to battle her emotions down enough for her to climb up to her room. It was stupid of her, to kiss him and she fully recognized her stupidity.
Hermione groaned and looked at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. Her eyes were just fluttering close when she was jolted from her doze by a strangled sounded cry. Hermione jumped up, and was out of bed within a second. She glanced around quickly, and then another ragged shout pierced the air. Hermione suddenly knew where it was coming from, and she bolted out the door, heading towards Severus's room.
Hermione paused in the hallway, Severus had never told her exactly which room was his, and she wasn't sure which door to open. Another cry rent the air, and Hermione pinpointed the sound. It was coming from the door to her left. Turning the knob, Hermione was dismayed to find it was locked. She pulled out her wand and performed a quick alohamora. The door swung open.
Hermione took a second to register the scene in front her of. Severus was tangled in his sheets, bare chested, and was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. He had tears trickling down his face, and his expression was one of grotesque fear. He arched off the bed, screaming in betweens shouts for it to stop.
Hermione didn't stop to think, and she quickly ran to his side, attempting to hold his arms down. Severus was too strong for her though, and he flailed wildly, sending her reeling towards the wall. Hermione stumbled against the wall as the back of her head hit the window. Dazed, she held her head in her hands and waiting for the pounding pain to stop.
Severus screamed again, groping at the sheets as he cried for whatever was terrorizing him to stop. Hermione got back up, and pounced on the thrashing man. She locked her legs around his waist, and held on with all her strength. "Severus, wake up, it's just a nightmare, Severus wake up; wake up!" She spoke frantically in his ear, squeezing him tightly in an attempt to get him to stop flailing about.
Hermione felt his breathing start to slow, and she released a quick sigh of relieve. Severus calmed down slowly, his body stilling in her arms. He moaned feverishly, and whipped his head back and forth. Hermione grunted heavily, and rolled him over, still straddling him as she tried to shake him awake. The man was thin, but he weighed a ton and she was absolutely knackered from the effort of holding him still.
Hermione shook Severus's shoulders roughly, and called to him to wake up. Severus sighed heavily and opened an eye groggily, looking around quickly to see who was shaking him. He noticed a weight on his stomach, and he looked directly into the face of Hermione.
Before he stopped himself, before he paused to consider it, he grabbed Hermione's face, and kissed her fiercely.
Hermione didn't give herself time to think, and melted into the kiss, raising her hands to run her fingers through Severus's hair. It was surprisingly soft, she noted vaguely.
Severus ran a hand down Hermione's back as his teeth captured her lower lip, releasing it slowly. Hermione moaned softly, and arched into Severus's body as he sat up, his hand gripping her hip and pulling her closer to him.
Hermione broke away from him, and leaned back, holding his face in her hands. "Severus, I – is this what you want? Back at the field, you – well you didn't look like you wanted it."
Severus growled in exasperation. "Damnit, witch, you should know by now that I never do anything I do not wish to," he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her back to him. "You have no idea how long I have wanted this," he said softly, one hand traveling up her back, skimming her neck and burying itself in her hair.
Hermione closed her eyes at his words, letting them sink in. He did want the kiss, he hadn't been refusing her. A smile spread over her face. "That's good," she breathed as she met his gaze. "I was worried that I was too, er, forward, you know, by just throwing myself at you like that," she finished sheepishly.
Severus raised his eyes to ceiling. "That," he growled as he flipped her over and covered her body with his, "was the best kiss I have ever experienced, you daft thing. The only reason why did I didn't take you right then and there, was because I was rendered speechless by the possibility that you returned the sentiments."
Hermione looked up at him, breathless from the intensity of the black eyes staring into her own. "I've never really done this before," she said shyly as she ran her fingers through his hair, appreciating how silky it was.
Severus paused. "You've never...?"
"I've had sex before," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. "It was only twice, though. I wanted to wait, and Ron was always so busy..." she trailed off, the darkness hiding the blush creeping up her neck.
Severus groaned inwardly at his stupidity. She was as good as a virgin. "We don't have to do anything," he said seriously. Climbing off her, he flopped down on the bed with a slight sigh.
Hermione groaned at the sudden cold, his body had been heating her own. She snarled softly and rolled back onto him. "No, we don't," she said. "And I would like to wait, and we can figure things out in the morning. And we do need to think about things, I don't even know exactly what to do, I've never–"
"Be quiet, Miss Granger," he growled as he leaned upwards. His lips captured hers, moving against them gently. Hermione moaned, and melded her body to his. She swept her tongue out, running it along the length of Severus's bottom lip, begging for entrance.
Severus complied, groaning as Hermione's tongue battled his own. His hands ran up and down her back, finally going low enough to gently cup her bottom. Hermione wiggled, sighing appreciatively when Severus squeezed slightly. She ground up against him, moaning into his mouth as one hand ran up her side, lightly brushing the side of her breast.
Severus picked her up easily, turning them over, his lips leaving hers to nibble on her jawline. Hermione groaned as Severus's teeth nipped at the delicate flesh below her ear, and his lips were quick to sooth the tender area.
Hermione arched into Severus, grinding her hips against his. Severus growled low in his throat, and moved his kisses lower, focusing on her collarbone. His fingers slid up her side, brushing lightly over her chest. He groaned when Hermione arched into his touch, her breathy sighs fueling his ardor.
Severus's hand traveled back down her body, skimming her thigh and cupping underneath her knee, spreading her legs. His thigh nudged them open further, and Severus lodged his thigh firmly between Hermione's legs. She took the opportunity to grind against his thigh, moaning as his breath tickled her chest.
Severus looked up at Hermione questioningly, and she nodded frantically in response. Severus groaned, and hooked a finger under her bra, tugging it down to reveal the white flesh of her breasts. His mouth quickly covered the area; sucking, licking, and biting as Hermione writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder with each touch. He tugged harder, and her nipple was exposed, quickly hardening to a peak. Severus lowered his mouth, scraping his teeth gently against the hardened flesh.
Hermione moaned harshly as Severus licked and sucked at her chest, the sensation traveling her spine and straight to her core. Her hands traveled up and down his back, fingers digging into the skin when Severus tugged on her breast with his teeth. Severus lavished his attentions on her chest, and Hermione growled with a growing need as the ache in her center pulsed.
Severus chuckled quietly as he felt Hermione groan, her hips grinding up and down his thigh frantically. He knew that they should wait, but her moans and whimpers were fogging his reason, making him only see the witch beneath him. Hermione clutched at Severus's back as she finally found a rhythm against his thigh, the friction sending delicious thrills straight to her throbbing quim.
Severus's hand skimmed down her side, over her hip, and settling over her mound as Hermione continued to swirl her hips uncontrollably. Severus kissed down Hermione's sternum, tongue lightly brushing over her navel, and stopping when he reached the hem of her pants. His palm pressed flush against her crotch, and Hermione cried out at the pressure on her clit.
Severus swirled his palm in a firm circle, the friction through the fabric was too much for her to handle, and Hermione screamed as her release over came her. He continued to press against her as she came, her hips jerking erratically and her entire body shuddering with the force of her climax. Hermione threaded her hands through his hair as the last waves of her orgasm swept through her.
Severus chuckled again at how delightfully turned on the witch was, and he made his way back up to her chest, pausing to give her breast one last kiss before claiming her mouth with his. Hermione gave in to the kiss, her hand quickly reaching between them, but Severus grabbed it, pinning her hand to the side.
Hermione writhed in frustration. "Why?" She breathed as she rubbed her hips against his.
"You've had enough for one night, Miss Granger," he said firmly, trying to ignore his very large erection.
"I'll decided what I can and can't handle," Hermione replied churlishly as she tried to pull her hand out from his grasp.
"Don't think I won't restrain you, witch," he growled in her ear. "It's late, and its time to sleep. Tomorrow is another day," he added silkily.
Hermione groaned and gave up, huffing in frustration. "Don't you want this?" She asked, working hard to keep the whine from her voice.
Severus glared at her, and smoothly moved to lay on her side, wincing slightly when his cock brushed against Hermione's firm behind. "I am not going to dignify that with an answer," he responded disparagingly. "Now pipe down, and save your questions for the morning. Don't make me perform a silencing charm on you," he added threateningly, his tone undermining the words.
Words couldn't express how much he wanted to take her that instant, but his common sense was telling him it was far too early. Once he traveled down that road, he knew he wouldn't want to turn back; Hermione, as much as she wouldn't admit it, still carried the emotional trauma of what Ron did to her that night she got drunk, and Severus didn't want to claim her in that way unless she wanted him in the way he desired her. His possessiveness was a large factor, as well, and he did not feel like sharing if they were to do that, and he was nearly positive the woman had no interest in settling down so quickly after something like that.
Hermione rolled her eyes exasperatedly; very confused at why he was denying her, but did as he said, turning over to bury her face in his chest. Severus threw an arm around her shoulders, and the two drifted almost instantly into an easy and deep sleep.
The next morning, Severus awoke with a sneeze to Hermione's mass of curls nearly suffocating him. Snorting, he gathered the wild hair and patted it down. Hermione cracked an eye open as Severus ran his fingers through her hair, keeping it down and out of the way.
"Good morning," she croaked, nuzzling his chest.
Severus smirked. "Good morning, you damned temptress."
Hermione grinned and propped herself up on her elbows. "Did you sleep well?"
Severus nodded. "Of course." He sat up; swinging his legs out from under the duvet, and after standing up he padded into the bathroom.
Hermione watched him walk out, admiring his well muscled, but thin upper body; and the loose black pants he slept in. Groaning, she stretched out, feeling her back crack pleasantly. Sighing she sank back into the mattress, waiting for Severus to be done with the loo. "Hurry up," she called out. "I'm going to be late for work!" She added as she climbed out of bed.
Severus stepped out and glowered at Hermione. "I give you the day off."
Hermione smirked as she walked by him, lightly brushing her hand on his chest. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, and nearly gasped in horror. Her hair was a mess, the bushy mass looked like it had been run through with a weed whacker. Hermione groaned and tried to comb it down with her hands, to no avail.
Sighing, she finished brushing her teeth and stalked out, looking for her wand. Finding it, she cast a simple smoothing charm on her hair, and it became slightly more manageable, but still retained its general bushiness.
Severus let out a short bark of laughter as he watched Hermione's hair smooth itself out reluctantly. "I do believe that is a lost cause," he observed dryly.
Hermione grimaced at him as she continued to comb her fingers through her hair. "I refuse to be defeated by my own damn hair," she huffed.
Severus smirked at that, and summoned a pair of jeans and a black button up. Hermione eyed the clothes curiously. "I have never seen you wear that," she pointed out.
"I've decided to take the day off," Severus said airily as he tugged the tee over his head. Hermione admired the muscles of his chest appreciatively before they were covered.
"That's good, because we need to talk," Hermione stated flatly, once Severus had sat back down on the bed.
Severus eyed her warily. "We do," he agreed. "But not now. For now, I will not allow any talk on the matter. It is what it is, and you cannot say there is a method to figuring this out, or there is a certain plan hidden away in a book somewhere, because frankly, our entire situation is out of the ordinary. We will figure it out as it goes, and I refuse to bother planning anything. And I'm hungry."
Hermione considered Severus's words. She supposed he was right, their circumstance was, after all, very strange. Their relationship thus far was already abnormal, and Hermione decided that taking it as it goes was a very appealing idea. Planning hadn't worked out too well with her and Ron, and it was very true that nothing about where she was and how she got there was planned, or expected, or anything normal. There was no point in trying to figure things out at this point; she found herself feeling very relieved when she reached that decision. Hermione nodded to Severus, and smiled brightly. "Time for some breaky?"