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Every single in Hermione's body felt like it was aflame as Severus held his cock in her. As soon as he had slid home he had paused, letting her get used to the unfamiliar intrusion. Their hands remained clasped together over her head but now his other was tracing the few tears that had escaped away from her face, kissing her eyes and forehead gently while whispering her name softly.
Slowly Hermione slid her hand from his arse to the soft skin between his shoulder-blades and gently lifted and rotated her hips. Severus moaned into her hair and she could feel his arms tremble from his obvious hesitation. "Severus," she said softly, raking her nails back down his spine. That was his undoing.
Severus slammed his lips back to hers, his tongue claiming dominance and growled at her submission. Every thrust could be felt moving through his whole body, his toes pushing against the footboard and his hand gently pulling hers back and forth. Hermione let out a low keen as he began to slow his movements and she placed her feet in between his legs as he rocked her gently over and over as they figured out a rhythm. Severus pulled the skin at the base of her neck gently, making her moan loudly and even more so as his hand crept up to her breast, tweaking her nipple gently before pulling it into his mouth. Her hands pulled on his hair and Severus let her pull his head away from her as her eyes met his.
The stare was maintained until she clenched her inner-muscles tightly around him and his eyes rolled back, Severus opened his eyes just in time to see the small smile on her face turn toward the beginnings of her orgasm. As the pace picked up she curled her hands around his shoulders, bringing her lips to his as his hips pistoned faster and his fingers found the nub that lay between her folds. Hermione tore her lips from his as a low cry left her throat and the pulsations from her left Severus crying out into her shoulder.
As Severus made to move off her, Hermione tightened her arms and legs around him. "I'll crush you Hermione," he said with a soft chuckle. "I'm not going anywhere." She let a timid smile reach her lips but her limbs made no move to let him up so he settled his ear between her breasts and kissed each one in turn before lying on top of her gingerly.
When her breaths finally evened out and her hands stopped smoothing down his hair, Severus made himself slip out of her arms while muttering a cleaning charm before wrapping himself behind her and joining her in sleep.
As far as soreness went, Hermione was expecting more. Her hips seemed to protest when she turned in a certain way and her breasts and neck where Severus had nibbled on her were the areas that seemed to bother her. "Not that I entirely mind that at all," she thought to herself with a smirk.
Looking at the arm in front of her, she realized that Severus really didn't have a lot of arm hair. Not the amount that a lot of men had, but far less than she was expecting. After a while of idly tracing the scars on his hands she made to move and use the loo. Before she could even move more than an inch Severus tightened his arm around her and threw his bare leg over hers, "is that a wand you're holding or are you just happy to see me?" she giggled softly. Hermione felt his hands ghost down her stomach and into her thatch of curls which, she noticed were already damp with her need. "Severus I need to be human for a moment," she managed to gasp out as his other hand cupped her breast. The sigh he let out ended up blowing several hairs onto his nose and as he rolled over to sneeze she slipped out of his arms. She started laughing heartily as he rolled over, "bloody wench."
As Hermione was brushing her teeth she saw Severus watching her from the doorway. He seemed to have no shame as to his nudity and his erection was prominent against his toned stomach. As she was reaching the back of her mouth with her toothbrush she felt his hips once again come into contact with his and his hands tugged her hair back off to the side as Severus kissed from her ear to the dip in her back above her buttocks. As he stood, Severus jerked her toothbrush from her hands and turned her around, slamming her back into the sink as his mouth met hers. Tongues dueling he lifted her legs around his narrow hips as he brought them both to the hallway where he dropped her gracelessly onto her feet near the banister that led downstairs. Severus pinned her hands to the cool metal railing and muttered something under his breath as he kissed her deeply before turning her and splaying her legs almost painfully apart. Hermione moaned as the cool metal seared her stomach and her head was thrown back, her spine gracefully bending backwards onto his shoulder and the metal created a wicked amount of friction against her skin.
Severus stood back for a moment and looked at the goddess before him. Her fingers were gripping the metal tightly and her hair thrown behind her head as she arched into his now vacant touch. He smirked as she brought her head back and licked his lips as Hermione discovered her hands wouldn't move from the metal and her feet were rooted firmly where they were.
The question in her voice as she spoke his name vanished as his fingers slid down her body, gently cupping her cunt and running a finger along her slit while his hand, in no way gently, tugged her hair back so her throat was exposed to him.
"You told me yesterday that you wouldn't be with me if I would use you as a replacement," he said softly, ignoring her quiet mews in the back of her throat from his lack of friction. "Months now I have burned for you," he spoke softly into her ear, his voice causing her to shiver. "And I have no intention on letting you go. Not now," Severus slid a finger into her waiting passage and her cries of pleasure having to have no effect on his tone, but Hermione could feel his erection throbbing in need. "Not ever," he said as he slid another finger into her, scissoring her gently before thrusting his hand in and out while his breath warmed her ear. Severus slid his fingers out of her, ignoring her protest, before bringing his blunt tip to her entrance as his hands curled around hers, "I claim you as my own Hermione Granger." Her voice was shrill as he thrust into her over and over again.
As Hermione lay sleeping, finally they had made to back to the bed and under the covers after he had brought her to completion, twice, he thought ruefully. Severus had lost feeling in his arm about an hour before but he couldn't seem to bring himself to move her. He sighed and sunk back into his pillow, things were not going according to plan. He had grown to care for the girl, despite his initial reaction to despise her with every fiber of his being.
Severus had no intention on surviving after the war. He had paid his price to Lily, the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, there was nothing left here for him and he had been more than willing to move on. And then Hermione had come along, forcing herself onto him by saving him and then subsequently deciding for him that he needed a at-home healer and then he found after about a month, against all the fibers of his being, she had landed in his heart. His eyes closed at the memory of the exact moment it happened.
Hermione had been weeping and shuffling around the house all morning before his mother tipped him off to the problem. Granger had been there for 26 days exactly (he was counting) and all of a sudden within a day she had become a puddle of tears. "Honestly Severus, you were in a boarding school with members of the opposite gender, you worked with many female teachers," Eileen had said. Severus was sure that if his mother was alive and kicking she would have smacked him on the back of his head and then she would have proceeded to tug at his collar to prevent him from almost running out of the front door.
When Severus had returned an hour later with two paperbags in hand he found his mother gently soothing the young girl, woman, he corrected himself. Apparently Hermione had found a commercial on the telly about pets that were in cages and meeting the arms of the angels or some nonsense. It took ten extraordinary excruciating minutes before Hermione even realized he was in the room. As soon as she turned her blotchy gaze toward him, her face was pale and quivering before stammering out an apology.
Severus had shuffled his feet, with his hands pushed so tightly into his pockets Hermione was sure the seams would tear and his gaze met the floor as he started to quietly speak- "I have brought you ahem supplies. I am understanding of your predicament and I am ahem hope you feel..." he paused for a moment, "better soon." As soon as the words had left his mouth he all but bolted from the room, leaving Hermione confused and Eileen covering up her laughter with a cough. The tear that had been held at bay- abet barely- resurfaced as she unloaded the two bags and then she started to laugh.
Inside were two large packages of overnight protection sanitary pads, ten chocolate bars (plain as he somehow knew she hated the chili flavored he adored), three boxes of tissue, four romantic movies (as well as a copy of a action film he obviously was saving for himself and forgot about in his rush to flee) and a pack of butterscotch candies. The last item had been an oddity to her since she had never consumed them in all the time living there and Eileen looked at her hand before a single painted tear fell down her face, "those were my favorite when I had my monthlies." Hermione turned to her frame while clutching the bag- "We didn't have much money and I never saw a cent," Eileen continued. "But I was always able to scrounge a few cents and I would send Severus down to the shop to buy just one or two for me after Tobias would pass away from the drink." Eileen chuckled and gave Hermione a knowing look, "he probably thinks that is a requirement of all women going through this."
Later on that same night Severus had peered cautiously into his living room before quietly exhaling, Hermione was asleep on the sofa with a tissue in her hand and the action movie he had rented for himself playing softly in the background. Eileen was silent as she observed Severus, wanting to tuck his reaction away into her memory.
He had stood stock still in the door frame for several minutes before crossing the faded carpet with his feet encased in equally faded socks as quietly as a former spy could. His old black t-shirt rubbing gently against the scars on his neck and his jeans slung low on his narrow hips that bunched up as he crouched next to the sleeping girls head. His fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and her fingers didn't even flinch as he vanished the tissues from in between them. Severus let himself stare at his savior for several more minutes before covering her with a plus blue blanket Hermione had obviously brought from home. Before he could stop himself, he kissed her forehead before sweeping from the room.
A soft sigh from the woman next to him promoted Severus from his memories and as he turned toward her his eyes crinkled from the small smile that took over his lips. As Hermione stretched awake he reached over and tugged her gently over to him before kissing her soundly. "Well hello," she smiled at him. Severus felt her hand take his and smiled broadly as she took his hand and kissed his nose as one would a small child before sliding out of the bed and into her dressing gown. "We need to be actual functioning human beings today you know," Hermione joked "I'm going to change." As she walked out the door and into his bathroom before heading to her bedroom, the memory of their earlier 'outing' coming back to the surface and Severus felt the blood once again rush to his groin. "Down boy," he said to the rising sheets.
As soon as he was able to stand without fainting due to blood loss in his brain, Severus stood and pulled on the faded denim before gracefully following his lover.
As it turned out, Hermione owned much more clothing than people seemed to think and as she was dressing she heard a creak in the floorboards that was right outside her door. "Severus could we talk for a moment please?" she said as calmly as she could under the circumstances.
As she turned back to him, Hermione noticed the change in his features. Emotionless he faced her, his eyes not quite focusing on her as she walked back to him while pulling on her green t-shirt with a koala smiling on the front. Hermione was quite fond of it since it was from Australia in between summers at Hogwarts in her third and fourth years.
Realizing what her words had come across as, she reached over and took his hand in hers. "Severus, what are we doing?" Severus had to bite back a groan as Hermione had bit her lip, as just hours ago she was biting his in the same manner.
His eyes were on the koala and she looked at him with a smile, he almost seemed like a small child asking which toy he would prefer from the charity box at Christmas. "As I said this morning, if it would be acceptable to you, I have no intentions on letting you go," his voice was so low Hermione had to almost ask him to repeat himself. Severus cleared his throat, as it seemed to have become harder to breathe all of a sudden, "Although we-" He started to cough and Hermione's eyes furrowed together in concern. It had been weeks since he had his last coughing fit that had left him gasping but he waved her off as she stepped closer to him. Clearing his throat he attempted to speak again weakly, "Although we seemed to have done things backwards, I would like to perhaps court you. I know we don't know each other very well and I was formally your professor and undoubtedly you will be looked down upon by the entirety of the wizarding world-"
The coughing that took the words from his lips left him gasping before he sunk to his knees and he felt his wounds on his neck begin to crack open and dribble a ghastly and foul combination of blood that hissed and turned black with venom. The last sight Severus saw before bowing in submission to unconsciousness was Hermione looking at him in horror as she cried out his name in between waves of her wand.
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