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I know that chapter two, then chapter three was supposed to be about their visit of Paris but well... I wasn't pleased with the result, so I decided to write something else. I hope that you'll like it anyway.
We'll Always Have Paris
III
The conference was almost over, and Hermione was doing her best not to look at her watch every minute. Severus was next to her, and he seemed to be more relaxed than the young woman was. It wasn't hard, she thought: she was burning inwardly, thinking about things that she shouldn't have thought about in the first place. She crossed her legs, and used her parchments to fan herself, not wanting to collapse during the conference.
"Is everything alright?," Severus suddenly asked her, frowning.
"Everything's perfect, thanks," she muttered. Who would have thought that she would have felt something so powerful next to Severus Snape? Did he slip something into her glass of wine the evening prior? Did he cast a spell on her, or something? The sensation was unbearable, and she had to admit that it was the first time that she was feeling such a thing toward a man. She had had a few adventures, of course, but never had she been so attracted to someone, or had she flirted so openly in the public area with a man.
"It is almost five o'clock...," Severus noticed, a smirk appearing on his face.
Hermione took a deep breath; she couldn't take it anymore.
"I need to get out of here," she whispered, putting her parchments back into her bag. "Are you coming with me?," she added, glancing at him with a glimmer of hope into her eyes.
"The conference is almost over. Why don't you want to stay a little longer?," he asked her.
"You don't know how these conferences work... I can assure you that it will not be over until eight in the evening. So are you coming or not?"
She was lying, obviously. The conference was about to end, but she didn't want to stay longer in this room full of hypocrites; she just wanted to be alone with Severus, and she was sure that he wanted the same thing. He seemed to weight the pros and the cons of his decision, but he eventually stood up and went toward the entrance door, Hermione on his heels. Once outside the conference room, Hermione released her hair from her severe bun.
"I'm feeling much better," she sighed. "Do you still want to show me around?"
"It would be a pleasure, Miss Granger."
"Just give me ten minutes, I need to go to my room to put some clothes on," Hermione said, heading to the lift. She felt his presence in her back and wondered if she needed to tell him to wait for her in the lobby. She decided not to, and they entered in the elevator together. The young woman had thought that the heat was unbearable in the conference room, but now, it was even worse. Severus' body was next to hers, and it was hard to see the limit between their robes. She pushed on the 9 button, and held her breath until they arrived at the ninth floor.
When she arrived in front of her room, she turned to him, giving him a shy smile.
"Well... Do you want to wait for me here, or...?," she dared to ask him, not finishing her sentence deliberately.
Severus tried to hide his smile of satisfaction, but Hermione noticed it anyway. He ran his hand over his face, pretending to be tired.
"I know how long a woman can be when she looks for some clothes to put on, so I would prefer to wait for you on a sofa, if you do not mind," he said in a low voice, taking a step toward her while doing so.
She nodded without even thinking about it, and opened the door. Both of them entered, and Hermione let her eyes wandered toward the huge bed before shaking her head. It wasn't the moment to think about such things.
"I'll be in the bathroom if you need me," she said, looking at Severus who was now on the sofa.
"Should I understand that I am invited to your bathroom?," the Potions Master replied to her remark, not hiding his smile any longer.
"It's not what I meant to say...," she blushed.
"But it is exactly what you said. You know, I always thought that we say things for a reason, even if we don't really know why sometime."
"And what my reason could be?," Hermione asked, eager to hear his guess.
"You want me," Severus simply said, looking straight at her, not ashamed by his own words. "But I can understand if you are not comfortable with this fact. However, I would not be pleased to hear you deny it."
Hermione opened her mouth, searching for something to answer to him, but she closed it as fast as she had opened it. Eventually, she let out a little laugh.
"You seem to be pretty confident, Mr. Snape."
Severus slowly rose from the sofa, and Hermione watched him as he was coming toward her. He stopped a few inches from her face, and she had to looked up in order to meet his obsidian eyes. He was so close to her, and for the first time, they were alone, totally alone in a bedroom. Hermione could almost feel his breath on her skin, his slow and steady breathing, so far from her erratic one. He was calm, too calm to Hermione's eyes. He was playing with her, testing her limits, and Merlin knew that she couldn't support this situation for a long time: she wanted to give up, to touch him, to give him what he wanted since the previous day; what they both wanted.
"I need to go to the bathroom...," she whispered, her eyes staring at his lips, as if she wanted him to tell her not to leave.
Suddenly, Severus took a step back and nodded.
"Go then. I shall wait for you here."
Hermione stayed still for a moment, and felt like she had just taken a cold shower. Severus returned to the sofa, not moved in the slightest by the moment that they had just shared.
"Good," she finally said in a hoarse voice, heading to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and leaned on it, trying to calm down. This man would be the death of her.
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Severus' fingers were drumming onto the arm of the sofa, and his eyes were fixed onto the bathroom door. The sound of the shower had stopped five minutes ago, and he was waiting for Hermione to join him. Hermione... He couldn't help but smirk when he thought about her. She had grown, there was no doubt about it. She was taller, and the weight that she had taken during the last six years gave her some harmonious curves, driving him mad. He was a man after all, even if he had been her professor during six long years. Hermione Granger was no longer the teenager that he had once knew: she was a brilliant Potions Mistress and an amazing woman.
Knowing that she was behind this door, surely naked, was enough to make Severus feel uncomfortable under his belt. He moved slowly, trying to find a proper position not to be distracted by his erection, but he quickly understood that it was a lost cause: the only thing that he could do to find some relief was to caress his painful member, and it was certainly not the moment nor the place to do such a thing.
"Severus?"
Hermione's muffled voice came from the bathroom, and Severus stood up.
"Do you need something?," he asked, praying inwardly for her to tell him to come in.
"I can't reach the back of my dress," she explained, opening the door at the same time.
Severus didn't move right away, stunned by the cleavage of Hermione's dress. Her heavy breasts were highlighted by the fabric of her red dress, and the Potions Master couldn't help but stare at them like a teenager. Hermione bit her lower lip to refrain a laugh.
"Are you still with me?," she chuckled, waving at him in a comical way.
"Of course," Severus mumbled, taking his eyes off her desirable flesh.
Hermione turned around, the back of her dress opened. "I couldn't zip it up..."
"You could have used your wand, witch," he muttered against her naked skin, next to her neck. "Moreover," he went on, his large hand caressing her neck, "I do not really want to zip you up..."
He put his hands on her shoulders, under the fabric of her dress, and Hermione let out a moan, her eyes closed.
"The only thing that I want to do, to be honest...," Severus continued, his voice almost inaudible, "... is to remove this superfluous piece of cloth."
And he did what he said. Hermione felt the sleeves of her dress leaving her shoulders, and she didn't do anything to stop Severus from doing what he wanted to do. From time to time, she could feel his lips on her skin, and soon, the top of her dress was on her hips; the only thing that was protecting her breasts from Severus' hands was her bra.
"A black bra under a red dress...," Severus whispered, "I wouldn't have thought that you were of the sexy kind, Miss Granger..."
"And I wouldn't have thought that you were the kind of man who had no objection against sleeping with one of his former students," Hermione retorted while turning around to meet his eyes.
Severus smirked. "Ouch. Touché."
Hermione smiled at him, and without really thinking about it, she took a step toward him, reducing the distance between them.
"I'm still wearing my dress," she remarked in a breath, daring him to undress her completely.
"And is that a problem, Miss?"
"For what I plan to do right now, yes."
"Let me take care of it, then..."
Hermione shivered when Severus put his hands on her waist, helping her to get rid of her red dress. His hands were not really soft, but it was enough for her to want more. She wanted him to caress her, to put his hands all over her body, to slide between her legs... Her skin was still somewhat wet due to her late shower, and she pressed her body on Severus' robes, feeling the softness of its fabric.
The kiss that they exchanged then was one of the most passionate that Hermione had ever had. Severus' hands were buried into her hair, while his tongue was searching for hers in a highly erotic way. She clung onto his robes, looking for some buttons to undress him, but she didn't find anything. She groaned out of frustration into his mouth, biting his lower lip from time to time. She wanted more, definitely more.
All of a sudden, Severus took her into his strong arms and she just managed to surround his waist with her legs not to fall. He continued to explore her mouth, and soon enough, he let her fall onto the bed, letting go of her mouth at the same time to catch some air.
"Remove your robes," Hermione breathed, urging him to give her what she desired the most.
Severus grinned, placing her thin body at the centre of the bed.
"This can wait, Miss Granger... For now, let me please you," he whispered before bending over her to kiss her breasts.
Hermione helped him and removed her bra, freeing her breasts for the Potions Master. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, and started to caress her breasts, kissing them and biting them with an unexpected fervour. When he lowered his head to her belly, Hermione buried her right hand on his hair, silently asking him to go even lower.
"What do you want, princess?," Severus asked, short of breath. His eyes searched for hers, and she slowly caressed his head.
"Whatever you want to give me," she answered in a whisper.
The fact to see that he was still fully dressed while she was naked–minus her panties–was turning her on, more than she would had thought.
"You were more talkative when you were my student... You can do better than this, I am sure of it," Severus went on, denying her the pleasure that she was looking for.
"Please..."
Severus started to caress her with one finger through her black panties, and Hermione let out a mewl of pleasure.
"Tell me...," he continued, and Hermione understood that he wouldn't go further if she didn't give him what he wanted.
"Please, touch me..."
"Is that all that you want?," Severus insisted, adding a second finger to his caress.
She arched her back, increasing the pressure of Severus' fingers on her centre, but he quickly removed his hand.
"Is that all that you want?," he repeated, his voice low and full of lust, while he was removing her panties, noticing her bare pussy. He wet his lips out of satisfaction, and removed his own robes. Awkwardly enough, he was beginning to be hot.
Not wanting to wait any longer, despite the fact that Hermione hadn't said what he wanted to hear, he took place between her legs and started to kiss her dripping centre as if it was her own mouth. Hermione tried to muffle her cries of pleasure with her hand, but it was too hard for her not to show to Severus how good she was feeling thanks to him. The Potions Master started to alternate between long licks and kisses, searching for her clit to give her all the pleasure that she deserved.
"Oh please, you're killing me...," Hermione whispered, keeping her eyes shut to only concentrate on the sensations that were taking possession of her whole body. Severus continued his caresses, more than turned by her moans of pleasure.
"I want you inside me, now."
It was all that he needed to suck on her clit for the last time, eliciting her first orgasm of the afternoon. Hermione arched her back, both of her hands buried on the dark hair of the Potions Master, lost into an ocean of bliss. She didn't even have some time to recover; less than a minute later, Severus had freed himself from his boxers and was buried deep into her warm channel.
"You have me now, witch," he muttered before bending over to capture her mouth in a hot kiss. Hermione put her hands on his shoulders, urging him to go deeper at every thrust.
"How does it feel, mmh?," Severus asked her, giving her all that he had. "How does it feel to have my cock into your throbbing pussy?"
"So good, so good...," Hermione moaned, surrounding his lips with her long legs, pushing the low of his back to help him to take her harder.
"Merlin, you are amazing...," he breathed next to her ear, pushing deeper and harder into her dripping core.
When Hermione thought that he was about to come, Severus withdrew from her, leaving her emptier than ever.
"Wh–," she was about to ask, but he cut her short.
"Turn around. On all four," he demanded, stroking his thick shaft while waiting for her.
Hermione took some time before doing so, taking a second or two to look at his erection, his beautiful and imposing erection. Knowing that it would be soon into her, she did as he asked and waited for him to take her from behind. With a loud groan, Severus entered her and put his hands on her hips, thrusting into her at a steady rhythm. When his hand ventured next to Hermione's clit, she couldn't help but bury her head on the pillow, overwhelmed by the sensation. She was close, so close to give up and to come with his hand on her clit and his cock on her entrance; so close.
With a cry of pleasure, she let go and had the second–and the strongest–orgasm of the day. Spent, she waited for Severus to come, and she didn't have to wait long: seconds later, he exploded into her, his fingers clenched on her hips.
Both of them took some time to recover, and Severus let himself fall on the bed, short of breath.
"It was...," Hermione began, a smile on her face.
"... brilliant," Severus finished, before casting a cleaning spell on both of them.
"We were supposed to visit Paris," the young woman noticed, slightly amused by the situation.
"We will have plenty of time for that tonight," Severus smirked before kissing her forehead.
"Why can't we go now, then?"
"Because I am nowhere near done with you...," the Potions Master whispered next to her lips.
They kissed, and everything about Paris was forgotten.
Obviously, this story will be longer than four chapters. Did you like this chapter enough to let me know what you think about it? :)
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