Chapter 42: A Loving Weakness

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The Bedroom, Severus Snape's Private Quarters, The Dungeon Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

A light hearted gasp filled the confines of the formerly empty bedroom as Hermione Jean Granger-Snape found herself with her back pressed against the mattress that lined her Potions Professor husband's black four poster bed. The dour wizard had not been so dour when it came to all elements of his apparent skill it seemed while she enjoyed the feverish passion filled kisses he'd treated her to once he climbed onto the bed himself. His pale chest bare before her eyes and riddled with scars from a life time at war, long before the effects of the second wizarding war had begun to take form. Snape's dark eyes seemed to mirror the intensity of his passion for the young witch whom had become his wife as she clung to him desperate to feel his touch in the wake of their mutual discovery.

"S-Severus..." she managed in a breathless tone.

Hermione had been quite accustomed to the feverish couplings between the two in the past but this had altogether been the third time he'd gotten her on her back when they used a bed. The young witch had hardly a moment to make note of the private quarters of the wizard whom had been her Professor since she first arrived at Hogwarts at the age of 12, the semi darkness and the massive tanks, no doubt due to the dungeons being below the black lake had gotten her attention.

The Potions Professor saw only her in the midst of his manic need, her slender form pressed between his black cotton sheets virtually guaranteeing that they'd have her rather exquisite scent to linger upon them once she parted with him.

Hermione bit her bottom lip trying to quell her curiosity in the wake of her body's need for satisfaction as the now naked wizard slid between her thighs. She seemed momentarily disappointed when she felt the all too familiar sensation of his intrusion only for him to pull back, a wicked grin filed across his sallow pale face as he met her curious gaze.

Snape reached for her hand still sporting the same grin and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly before bringing it down to his chest. Hermione continued to watch him puzzled as to what he'd been up for a moment before her hand ended up traveling lower than his chest. The Potions Master's dark eyes glinted due to the level of mischief he'd been up to as he slowly wrapped the inquisitive witch's hand around his well exposed cock, grunting at the sensation of her seemingly delicate touch.

"S-Severus?" said Hermione caught off guard by his action and more than a little intrigued.

He had been much bigger than she imagined and it was quite a thing to note when she recalled the many times she'd taken him.

It shocked her to no end just how much he seemed to trust her, given that his gesture had been more than a little on the perverted side of things, she understood that he was of the mind to show her just how much she meant to him.

Another series of heated kisses saw to Snape pinning the gasping young witch down onto the mattress with her wrists above her head. Once more she felt the onset of his intrusion as he thrust forward kissing her neck in the process. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist enjoying the moment as he unleashed his restrained passion for her in the center of his black four poster bed.

It had occurred to the young witch that this had been the first time he'd looked at her while he towered above her, his dark gaze burning into her own as if an unspoken truth had been discovered. She knew not what life had in store for them as a whole but this moment, these very precious few seconds that she spent with the notoriously dour Potions Professor that had become much more than a break from the horrors of their ongoing reality.

There was no turning back now, the truth had already been out in the open. She had fallen in love with the man whom had the power to crush her heart into a thousand or more pieces with his often abrasive and cold nature.

Yet she didn't seem the least fearful of it.

A low grunt escaped the normally harsh pale lips of Severus Snape as he once more crushed them into the soft pink flesh that had lined the young witch's lovely mouth while she continued to mewl and pant below him.

Bedding his young wife had not been something Snape looked forward to in the beginning of their arranged marriage, possibly due to the inevitable rejection he felt she'd deliver to him once she no longer needed his assistance. Still, he couldn't help but fall for her, as her body enveloped him squeezing his rather lust induced cock in all the right places.

Did he dare defy the will of both of his unwanted masters and indulge in the world once foreign to him by all accounts?

Hermione let out a soft moan while running her warm delicate fingers along the scars of the rather determined wizard's exposed pale back.

Snape knew no woman capable of holding his attention as well as the insufferable little witch he'd grown to despise over the course of her magical education at Hogwarts Castle, her bold and cunning feats had been more mirror images of what a Slytherin student had been capable of and aside from the maniac need she had to atone for her many "crimes" against him, she gave every indication that she'd been placed into the wrong Hogwarts house.

Utter shock filled the fairly knowledgeable professor as he came to the startling realization that Hermione Granger had not been just another Gryffindor Princess prowling about the halls and waiting for the benefits of the world to come to her, but rather the opposite.

The woman beneath him had been something of a true rival from the moment she arrived and set out to make a name for herself within the world of the unknown. An impressive feat to say the least. He had been more interested in belonging than setting himself apart from strangers when he first arrived as a mere clueless lad with a tragic history long before the events that lead to the second wizarding war's initiation.

"S-Severus..." she moaned clinging to him as if for dear life as his impressive appendage delved deeper into the warmth she provided.

He should have recognized it the moment it happened, but he'd been too blinded by his unquenchable dormant lust need to view the truth in full.

She had orchestrated this from the very beginning.

The clever little minx saw the perfect opportunity to have what she always wanted and took it, the lioness within so poised and patient as she stalked her prey.

He could feel her love as deeply as he felt her desire and felt himself reciprocating it almost subconsciously.

Feeling a wave of aggression overtake him, Snape began pounding his cock into the depths of the young witch whom had ensnared him despite all of his counter measures to withstand her traps and plots.

"H-How...?" he groaned, his body growing tense as he began to lose himself to the pleasure that had been building from their seemingly forbidden act.

Hermione's determined gaze had not left his rather inquisitive one before she clung to him one last time, her body convulsing beneath him just as his own thrust forward and the dam of emotions crumbled within causing him to fill her with everything he'd been holding back in a bid to free himself from the clutches of her love for him.

Drenched from the efforts of their mutual love for one another, both Hermione and Snape found themselves looking up at the stone ceiling while lying in the center of the large black four poster bed panting and attempting to make sense of the world again after such a overwhelming wave of sensation had taken them elsewhere.

They spoke not a word to each other as their collective vision faded and exhaustion saw to them falling into a contented sleep, right beside each other amid the quiet of the dungeons.