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Severus Snape closed his shop and headed home. As he walked down the cobblestone path his mind only thought of one thing, his daughter Sabrina. He hoped for his sake their child didn't see them arguing. He knew she didn't hear them because of the muffliato around the room but they were yelling pretty loudly. She obviously must've seen her mother's tears, which he caused. He didn't mean to blow up at her, he was just so mad. He was lied to and used his whole life by people and he took it out on the wrong person. He instantly regretted saying that to her when he saw the pain look that crossed her face. It makes sense why her friends would abandon her, stupid twits. They didn't like that she slept with me so they took it out on her. What moronic friends she has. I still can't believe I actually slept with her. I don't know what came over me when I approached her like that. I didn't even expect her to say yes, but she did. Why didn't I cast the damn contraceptive spell? I wasn't thinking at the time. I knew I was going to die by the Dark Lord's hand and I just wanted one minute of passion, one minute of someone actually caring about me. It was stupid and wrong. I was acting like a teenager and not like a Professor. He thought back to the day that he approached her in the castle as he continued walking to his home.
He was hiding in an empty classroom watching students run by. He was looking for one specific person. He snuck back into the castle disillusioned once he was run out of the school by Minerva McGonagall. When he snuck back into the school he found a classroom to hide in. His black eyes continued to scan the hallway waiting impatiently. Time was ticking and he didn't have much time left. Finally his eyes caught Hermione Granger who coming down the hallway unaware of her surroundings. He acted quickly. He grabbed her wrist just as she was walking by the room and he pulled her inside. He warded the room, not wanting anyone to hear or for her to escape. He turned to her and saw pure fear on her face. It made him sad to see her afraid of him. He was used to students hating him and being afraid to disappoint him, but it never went farther than taking away points or handing out detentions. She was looking at him like he was going to kill her. Of course she had the right to think that. Everyone now believed him to be on the wrong side.
He heard her voice shake as she started speaking to him. He promised her that he wasn't here to hurt her, but he saw the doubt in her eyes. He started to plead with her to listen to him, which wasn't in his character to do so. When he pleaded with her to listen to him, finally she gave him the go ahead to speak. He asked her to have sympathy for him, which he knew was not going to go well. Why would she have sympathy for him? He was evil in her eyes. He killed Dumbledore. He sure didn't show any sympathy for him.
When she started to shout out accusations at him about his true colors, his determination slowly faded. He wanted this to go well, but now he was starting to lose hope. He was going to die unhappy and alone. It's what he deserved didn't he? There was no other way to persuade her except for telling her the truth. He admitted that he was a death eater, but he also told her that he was a spy. He never truly believed in any of it. She again brought up Dumbledore throwing it in his face again about killing him. He told her the truth about him as well. He ordered him to kill him.
He saw her anger slowly fade. He took a deep breath trying to settle his nerves. Now was his chance to admit to her why he pulled her inside the room. He admitted his feelings for her. He told her to let him make love to her like he always wanted to. He saw her hands start to shake and her words came out shakily. He felt bad that she was so nervous, but he wanted this. He wanted just one last chance of happiness and when he told her this she admitted to being a virgin still.
If she was talking about her virginity then maybe that means she's considering it. His hopes skyrocketed. If she didn't want to have sex with him she would've tried to break the wards or adamantly say no. Instead, she brought up the fact that she was a virgin. He saw the fear in her eyes and he wanted to placate her. Again he wasn't here to hurt her at all. Her nod of acquiesce turned him on immensely. He approached her, his passion growing for her every second. He started to undress her, but stopped when she didn't react to him. Again he asked her if she wanted to do this. If she said no he would walk away, but this time she spoke up and started to undress him.
He couldn't believe this was happening between them. He didn't expect her to say yes, honestly. I mean who would want to sleep with the bat of the dungeons, but here she was now undressing him just as eagerly as he did. They both finished undressing each other and he carried her over to the desk. She wanted him to kiss her and he didn't know if he should. Kissing was meant for those who loved one another, not for a quick fuck, but he wanted to make this easier on her. She was a virgin for fuck sakes. She never done any of this and she was willingly letting him fuck her. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, amazed by the softness of them. He pressed his lips harder against hers and was given entry into her soft warm mouth. His tongue danced with hers and he smirked against her lips when she started to moan.
He started nibbling along her jugular, wanting to hear her moan again. It was the nicest sound he ever heard and he wanted to hear it over and over again. His hand grasped her breast and nearly groaned by the feel of it. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex with someone willingly. He squeezed it again and he pulled away from her neck hating that he had to rush through this. He wanted more time with her. He wanted to make love to her slowly, but time was not on his side nor was it on hers. There was a war going around outside the walls of this school and they couldn't stay here any longer.
When he inserted his finger into her warm center she moaned again egging him on for more. He moved his finger even faster biting back another groan that formed on his lips. It was too much. He felt his hardness growing in size and he started getting impatient. He inserted another finger and continued pumping his fingers. He heard her moan his name out and he started cheering on the inside. Hearing her say his first name like that made the passion he had for her grow. He needed to hear her scream it. He inserted a third finger and felt her walls tighten around his fingers. He needed to feel her come. He flicked her nub sending her over the edge. He was rewarded with her screaming his name and it was music to his ears.
He sucked the wetness off his fingers in relish, loving the way she tasted. If he had more time he would have tasted her between her legs, but again he was reminded by how much time they had left. He gripped his hardness and asked her one last time if she was ready. When he thrusted into her warm body he hit her barrier. He hated that this would cause her pain. He knew it was only for a moment, but he couldn't bear to see it on her face. He closed his eyes and continued on pushing until he met bottom. He felt her jerk from the sharp pain he caused. He opened his eyes and saw tears starting to form in her beautiful eyes. He cupped her cheek showing the most affection he ever had for anyone in years. It took him a lot of effort and will power not to continue thrusting. She felt absolutely amazing around his length. She was warm, wet, soft, and very tight. He patiently waited for her to untighten around him knowing if he continued too fast it can cause more pain than pleasure.
Finally he felt her relax and he began thrusting into her at a slow pace. He watched her eyes roll back into her head and he heard the deep breathy moans fall from her mouth as he continuously bottomed out in her warm sex. He couldn't take this slow pace anymore. He reared back and slammed into her, fucking her hard. He was worried that she would find it painful, but instead she pulled him even closer to her, wrapping her long legs around his thin waist. He couldn't believe how she was reacting to his love making. It excited him immensely. He thrusted again and hit a spot inside of her that caused her to cry out again. He continuously aimed for that spot again and again. There time was coming to an end and he began to order her to come. She came so hard and so fast he nearly cried out by the force of it. He thrusted back in and came inside of her pleased by their union.
He collapsed on top of her trying to get his breath back. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing that it didn't have to be this way. He hated that he would have to leave soon and leave her all behind. He heard a boom and he felt the castle start to shake. He quickly got off of her and with a quick wave of his wand, he scourgified both of them and their clothes were back on. He saw the sad look in her eyes and he too was upset that he had to go. He cupped her cheek, relishing the softness in his palm. He thanked her for giving him something to remember her by and he warned her to be safe. He leaned in wanting to kiss her on the lips, but instead he brushed his lips across her forehead. He took one last good look at her and he flew out the window, heading to see the dark lord.
As he flew through the sky his mind only thought of one thing, Hermione Granger. If things were different maybe this could have progressed more into just a one night stand. God knew he wanted it to, but he wasn't so sure about her. There was no point of thinking about it now. He lost any chance he had with her when he was ordered to kill Dumbledore.
When he sat on the floor dying from the snake his eyes stared at Hermione's trying to express how he truly felt about her. He opened his mouth to speak, begging his vocal cords to work just one last time, but all that came out was a gasp. As she kneeled down before him crying about his death, he adored her even more. She didn't care that her friends were kneeling right beside her. They didn't know why she was crying, but he did, which he took comfort in. When the three of them stood and headed back the way they came, his eyes continued to follow Hermione's bushy hair until he could no longer see. He would always regret not telling her the truth. He would always regret choosing the wrong side. What a sad life he led.
Severus Snape finally made it home. The memory of them together aroused him and made him sad that he left her alone for three fucking years. He had no idea she was alone. If he did, he maybe could have helped her sooner. He walked into his front door, threw off his jacket, and poured himself a strong glass of fire whiskey. He sat in his arm chair wallowing in self pity. Now that he was home and more hours went by, he felt even worse for how he treated her back at his shop. She was wary of him. She didn't know if she could trust him. He understood all the emotions she felt and yet his anger got the best of him. He said something callous and out of poor taste. His mind tormented him as it replayed the image of her sobbing at his words. He downed the glass and poured himself another, knowing the night would end up with him drunk, alone, and passed out in his arm chair. He hoped that she can forgive him because now that she was in his life again he couldn't bear for her to leave.