Alright my lovely readers, since it is Christmas, I shall post a day earlier than I intended (it is definitely not due to the urge to fiddle around with the laptop Santa decided to bestow on me). So...have a little bit of the inner workings of Hermione's mind, and just a smidge of smut, because it is Christmas, of course. Thank you for the reviews! I love each and every one. Enjoy, and I'd love to hear some more from you all! :)
Hermione huffed in frustration as she tried to calm down. She was laying on her bed, having come home from closing the Apothecary only minutes beforehand. Severus had been gone when she arrived, so she decided to meditate until he got back. It had been four days since Severus had told her how to mentally traverse the depths of her psyche, and it had been a thoroughly frustrating experience thus far.
Rolling her shoulders experimentally, Hermione closed her eyes and focusing on breathing deeply, and exhaling slowly. Cautiously, she emptied her mind of everything, and very slowly, a vast library started to build before her eye. Hermione smirked slightly, she wasn't doing anything consciously, it was just how her mind organised things. She found a slight irony out of the way her mind was ordering all her life's memories.
Quickly she walked to the first shelf, and drew out a warm coloured tome. Opening it up, she grinned as the memory of camping with her parents sprung up before her. Her hair had been as unmanageable then as it was now, and she laughed as she watched her mum struggle to pull the copious amounts of brown curls back into a somewhat respectable pony tail. Her father laughed at the attempt, and as soon as Mrs. Granger was done, he dragged Hermione off to watch the trout swim in the stream. Hermione felt a tinge of regret at the memory, she missed her parents greatly.
Still smiling sadly, Hermione closed the book and moved on to another shelf, hoping for something later in her life. Pulling a darker coloured book from the shelf, she opened it and was somewhat surprised to see the bathroom directly after Ronald and Harry had saved her from the troll. Shaking her head sheepishly at the sheer audacity of her miscreant-esque school years, she moved on again.
This time, she went down to the last case and withdrew a book from the top of the shelf. Opening it, she was surprised again the all too clear face of Severus. Curiously, she studied his face. Her mind recalled it perfectly, and Hermione was slightly awed at the likeness. His eyes burned with the intensity that only seemed to appear when he was either brewing, or looking at her. Most of the time, his eyes were oddly blank, as though he were hiding things behind them.
Well, he was a Slytherin after all, there were bound to be some things he was hiding. Hermione didn't care though, she knew that he had secrets he would prefer to keep to himself; she knew she had hers. They led separate lives before the strange event that thrust them together, as strange as it was to believe now. Hermione had a hard time remembering her life before living with Severus, and she felt slightly ashamed of herself. She had yet to pay attention to any of her friends. Ginny was probably worried sick about her, even though Hermione knew Harry probably told her already.
Yes, she needed to visit with her group of friends soon, and reassure them all that she hadn't met a terrible end somewhere. She would send Aurelia to Neville and Luna soon, and do the same with Harry and Ginny. The Three Broom Sticks seemed like an appropriate place to name, she reasoned. Satisfied, she turned back to the memory of Severus's face.
He really was a handsome man, she noted appreciatively. His attraction wasn't the usual definition of male beauty, but to Hermione, he was very attractive. Most people wouldn't think of his nose as attractive, but Hermione thought it looked quite noble. And his eyes, of course. His eyes always seemed to hold the burning intensity of the universe, the black orbs glittered in a different way with each emotion. They lit up when he found amusement in something, and the corners of his eyes creased ever so slightly. The flames that seemed to appear whenever he looked at her, mixed with the shadow of something Hermione couldn't quite place.
Still slightly in awe, she gently closed that book, and pulled out another. The memory of Severus laughing at her whilst she tried to cook in Fergus's kitchen; something she had yet to attempt again. Grinning sheepishly at that, she shut the book and pulled out yet another one. This one was of the other evening, when Severus had read to her the T.S Eliot poem, The Hollow Men. His deep,soft and mellifluous voice flowed over her again as she closed her eyes to appreciate the sound.
The way his tones seemed to caress each word never failed to entrance her; in fact she had become quite enamored to how he spoke, and she often found herself pleading for him to read something to her. Usually, he complied after a dramatic show of dislike, but Hermione got the feeling that he enjoyed reading to her. Sighing softly, she placed the book back. Wandering around, she wondered about how these memories shaped her.
It was interesting to think that these memories play a part in realizing exactly who she was, but Hermione didn't argue with the method. Striding lazily through the layers of her mind, Hermione mused curiously about how many times Severus seemed to crop up. He certainly played a rather large part in her life now, it was certainly no wonder. Hermione didn't acknowledge the small voice that told her it was for another reason.
Lost in her mind, Hermione didn't notice the lynx that hopped lightly on the bed and curled up next to her. Severus viewed her lazily through one half closed eye, and he flicked an ear curiously. Her face was serene, and entirely relaxed. Severus wondered what memories she was looking at, as the corner of her mouth just twitched. Purring loudly, he stood up, and bumped her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up from her reveries.
Hopping off the bed, he quickly transformed into his usual form, and proceeded to undress himself, pulling on his usual nighttime attire. Satisfied, he turned towards Hermione, feeling faintly irritated. Waking someone up from such a deep meditation as hers was often difficult, but he needed to so she could get some sleep. Severus figured she had been at it for hours, as it was close to midnight and she had arrived home some time ago.
Huffing slightly, he climbed on the bed and grabbed Hermione's shoulder, shaking her roughly. Hermione started at the handling, and looked around wildly, calming when she saw who was sitting there. "Merlin, Severus, when did you get home? And what time is it?" she peered around blearily. "How long was I meditating for?"
Severus rolled his eyes dramatically at her barrage of questions. "Half an hour ago, nearly midnight, and I assume since you arrived home from the Apothecary."
Hermione smirked at his rapid fire answer, and arched back as she stretched, trying to relieve the ache in her back. Severus growled appreciatively at her rather lascivious pose. Moving forward quickly, he thrust her back on the bed, and leaned down to capture her lips with his.
Hermione instantly melted into the kiss, running her fingers through his hair as she arched up into him. It was vaguely annoying to her, how so simple an action on Severus's part had her reduced to a writhing, whimpering fool, but she didn't pay it much mind; choosing instead to focus on how good he felt covering her body with his.
Slightly breathless, she pulled back, a grin on her face. "Attacking helpless witches, Professor, one might think you have an ulterior motive."
Severus's eyes glittered as he replied, "You certainly set me up, minx, it is through no fault of my own that I feel the constant temptation to shag you senseless."
Hermione ground up into him, and leaned up, biting softly on his ear. "Why don't you?"
"You surely enjoy testing the limits of my willpower, Miss Granger," he purred appreciatively. Hermione noticed that he gracefully ignored her question, but she quickly forgot her slight irritation as Severus ran his hands up her thighs. Grabbing her waist, he easily flipped them over so Hermione was straddling him. Running his hands up and down her thigh, he looked up at her resignedly.
Hermione hummed softly at the mans stubbornness. They had been sleeping in the same bed for nearly a month now, and he was still denying her something that she knew they both wanted. You're not quite ready for it, the little voice in the back of her head piped up. Hermione scoffed in irritation. She hated admitting that both Severus and the little voice were right. She knew, however, that while she was so confused, it would be both unwise and unfair to Severus and her to engage in something she might possibly regret.
She never Severus wasn't adverse to a little fun, and she quickly decided to use that to her advantage. Grabbing his hands, she guided them up to rest on her waist, and she grinned a bit sheepishly at him. "You surely enjoy giving me every opportunity to do so, Professor."
Severus groaned at the husky lust that laced Hermione's words temptingly. What they were waiting for, he wasn't quite sure, but he knew he didn't want to claim her until she had figured out her own issues. He figured her journey to becoming an animagus would help tremendously, and he was willing to wait. Until then, however...well, there were other things.
Growling softly, he slid his hands under her shirt, and she gasped at the feel of his hands skimming her ribcage. She wasn't wearing a bra, he noted appreciatively as he slowly brushed his hands under her breasts.
Hermione exhaled softly at the feel of Severus's roaming hands, and she rotated her hips experimentally, pleased when she felt his very hard erection against her crotch. Twirling her hips again, Hermione nearly gasped with pleasure at the sight of Severus's face, his eyes closed in careful enjoyment. Feeling empowered, she ground her crotch against his, sliding up and down his cloth covered length, the friction sending thrills of pleasure straight to her core.
Severus couldn't restrain himself, and he bucked his hips, meeting Hermione's and creating more of the delicious friction that was sending thrills of pleasure up his spine. "Damned witch," he muttered.
Grinning slightly, Hermione closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt the tension of her impending release growing stronger with each thrust. Severus watched her; enraptured at the look on her face, and by the short, breathy moans that kept escaping from her lips.
Growling softly, he sat up, drawing her chest to his. His lips met her neck, the action sending a flash of heat through Hermione's body. Running her hands over his shoulders, her hips never pausing their movements. Easily, Severus flipped her over again, settling himself between her splayed thighs. Rubbing his hand over her stomach, and up her chest, he gently cupped her breast as he nipped at the tender flesh of her neck.
Hermione moaned as she felt his hand gently squeeze her breast, the movement seeming to send a wave of pleasure directly to her quivering center. Exhaling harshly, she bucked her hips upwards, pleased when she felt his hard length connect with her crotch again.
Severus met her thrusts, his lips never leaving the sensitive flesh of of her neck. Working his way downwards, he nipped at her collarbone, and Hermione shuddered. "You're going to be the death of me," she breathed.
Severus chuckled darkly. "I'm afraid if this is the way our lives are ending, I would be in danger of expiring first."
Hermione arched back as Severus found the sensitive spot just above and between her breasts with his teeth. "I wouldn't be too sure."
"I'm always sure," he responded, letting out a gutteral moan as Hermione undulated against him even harder. Tugging her shirt down roughly, Severus exhaled raggedly as her breast became fully exposed. Leaning down, he quickly covered her already erect nipple with his mouth, teeth gently scraping along the nerve-riddled flesh, sending throbs of white-hot heat straight to Hermione's quim.
Anxiously, Hermione rocked her hips against his, desperate to quell the building fire in her center. "Severus..." she trailed off as she found the right amount of friction. Quickly, before he could object, she slid her hand between them and cupped his rather large length in her hand.
Severus moaned harshly at the contact, and thrust into her hand, the fabric that had created such delicious frictions not even seconds beforehand now the cause of his annoyance at how her hand seemed so far away. Hermione nearly lost it at the look on Severus's face, his nostrils flared with the effort of keeping himself in check, his eyes burning into hers; Hermione found it one of the most erotic scenes she had ever witnessed. The idea of Severus Snape being anything but in control was ludicrous at best, but here they were, with him slowly coming undone in her hands. Squeezing lightly, she noted the shudder that ran through his body, feelingamazed that so restricted a movement could have him so unraveled.
Severus ground into Hermione's hand roughly, and bent down to capture her lips with his. Groaning deep in his throat as she squeezed him again, Severus felt his release come across him quickly. His breathing quickened as the pulses of hot pleasure rang through his body and he fisted the sheets, exhaling harshly as the last waves of his climax rushed through him. If he had any sort of mental capacity at that moment,he would have been faintly irritated that he had come so quickly from the mere touch of her, but as it was, Severus was far too aroused by the idea that anyone as beautiful as Hermione would want him with the desperation she was displaying. Hermione squeezed again and he found that he was trembling almost uncontrollably from the aftereffects of his orgasm. Moving to the side as smoothly as he could manage, he snaked a hand down her belly.
Toying with the edge of her pant line, he smirked as he heard Hermione intake sharply. Smoothly sliding his hand under the waistline of her slacks, he cupped her panty-clad mound firmly. Hermione groaned loudly at the pressure his hand was placing on her clit. The subtlest movements of his palm sent flashes of almost painful pleasure straight to her centre, and Hermione fisted the sheets as she moaned at the sensation. Frustrated at the lack of movement from Severus, Hermione attempted to grind up into his palm before Severus placed a hand on her hips, holding her down. "Gods, Severus, please," Hermione whimpered as she tried to get Severus to move his hand in some way, groaning as the tension in her center built from waiting for his touch.
Severus chuckled quietly as he watched the witch writhe from his ministrations. Moving his palm in a slow circle, he resumed his slow torture of her nipple; gently biting and sucking on the pebbled flesh. Hermione bucked her hips into his hand, and grasped at the sheets wildly as her orgasm came upon her. Arching up as the waves of blissful pleasure washed over her, Hermione moaned out Severus's name, her ragged tones sounding like music to his ears.
Closing his eyes at the sound of her voice, husky in the throes of her release, speaking his name, he pressed down on her clit, causing her to nearly scream. Carefully, he bit down harder on her nipple, sending another flash of pleasure to her centre. Hermione didn't think it possible, but her orgasm continued, sending wave after wave crashing over her as her body contorted with pleasure.
Severus gently removed his hand from her bottoms, and pulled her shirt back up as she trembled from the force of her climax. Uttering a quick cleaning spell over his pants, he settled down into the pillows, drawing Hermione to him.
Hermione focused on controlling her breathing as her limbs tingled, her chest heaving as she fought to regain control of her body. "My gods, Severus."
"You have successfully reduced us both to teenagers rutting against each other," Severus observed dryly as he ran a hand through her curls, the pleasant warmth that came after climax quieting his voice, and lulling him into sleep.
Hermione giggled lightly at that comment, and replied, "Well then you rut quite nicely, Professor."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Be silent, witch," his amusement colouring his tones. Hermione grinned at him and placed a kiss on his cheek before laying her head down to nuzzle his chest, quickly giving into the lull of sleep.