Hermione couldn't help but feel relieved when the two-week winter break finally came to an end, and she could return to Hogwarts. The last week at the Burrow had been challenging, with Ron persistently trying to convince her to date him. He had repeatedly invaded her personal space, wrapping his arm around her, attempting to hold her hand, and even trying to kiss her. However, she remained steadfast in her refusal, and when he crossed the line by attempting to kiss her without consent, she reacted by sending him a well-deserved hex. To her satisfaction, Fred and George intervened, promptly locking Ron in the closet to give Hermione some much-needed space.
With tears in her eyes, Hermione hugged Harry tightly, promising to write to him more often. She bid farewell to the rest of the Weasley clan, exchanging hugs and well wishes, before joining Ginny as they made their way to the train station.
Hermione was practically bouncing with anticipation as the train began to pull out of the station, heading back to Hogwarts. She couldn't wait to return to the familiar halls of the castle and reunite with Severus.
Ginny chuckled as she watched Hermione's excited demeanor. "Calm down, Hermione," she said with a grin. "I promise he'll still be there waiting for you when we get back to Hogwarts."
Hermione shot her friend a playful glare as she continued to bounce in her seat. "It's been two weeks, but it feels like months," she admitted quietly as she stared out the window.
Ginny smiled sympathetically at Hermione's confession. "I know what you mean," she said softly. "But the good thing is, you'll be back with him soon enough."
"I'm just glad no one figured out my secret," Hermione said thoughtfully. "That could have been disastrous. I felt so bad for lying to Harry, but we can't risk it right now."
"It's understandable, Hermione," Ginny replied, her expression sympathetic. "Sometimes, we have to keep certain things to ourselves to protect the ones we care about. I'm sure Harry will understand eventually."
Hermione furrowed her brow in contemplation. "Do you genuinely believe that?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "It's one of my biggest worries for when school ends. How would Harry react? Would our friendship endure?"
Ginny placed a reassuring hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Harry's been through a lot with us, Hermione. I believe he'll understand, especially when he sees how happy you are. And if he's truly a friend, he'll support whatever makes you happy, even if it's unconventional."
Hermione smiled warmly at Ginny, her gratitude evident in her expression as the train rumbled steadily along the tracks toward Hogwarts. She felt a sense of reassurance knowing that she had a friend like Ginny by her side, ready to offer support through whatever challenges lay ahead.
Hermione was practically giddy as she entered the Great Hall for supper that night. Her eyes immediately sought out the Head Table, scanning it eagerly in search of the one person she wanted most.
Severus Snape sat poised and composed at the end of the table, his usual demeanor giving no hint of the storm of emotions brewing within him. However, when his gaze locked with Hermione's, a flicker of intensity ignited in his eyes, betraying the calm facade. His hands tensed involuntarily, longing to caress her skin, while his lips tingled with the memory of her taste, stirring a primal hunger within him.
Severus kept his gaze fixed on Hermione as she settled into her seat at the Gryffindor table. His eyes momentarily flickered to the delicate necklace he had given her, a subtle curve appearing on his lips as he noted how gracefully it adorned her neck. The sight of her wearing his gift filled him with quiet satisfaction, and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, captivated by her presence across the Great Hall.
"Severus," Professor Vector's voice broke through his reverie, drawing his attention to his right. He let out a resigned sigh and shifted his focus to his colleague, ready to engage in whatever conversation awaited him.
As Severus engaged in conversation with Professor Vector, Hermione delved into her meal, hunger driving her focus. However, halfway through, a peculiar tingling sensation in her head jolted her attention back to the Head Table, where Severus sat.
With her eyes on his, Severus projected his thoughts to her. Save room for dessert. Hermione couldn't help but blush at the intimate message from Severus transmitted directly to her mind. Quickly composing herself, she refocused on her meal, making a mental note to save room for dessert as instructed. Anticipation bubbled within her as she eagerly awaited their rendezvous after dinner.
Hermione found herself nearly running to the dungeons the minute they were excused to leave for their dormitories. As she reached the dungeons, her heart raced with excitement, and she could barely contain her eagerness to see Severus. Without hesitation, she entered the classroom, where the door swung open almost eagerly. Before she could even react, Severus's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within her that she had longed for during their time apart.
Severus's hands deftly worked on the buttons of Hermione's uniform shirt, undoing them one by one with deliberate slowness. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered his words of possessiveness, each syllable sending shivers down her spine. "Don't. Ever. Leave. My. Side. Again." With each button undone, her torso was gradually exposed until her shirt lay open, revealing her to him completely.
Hermione's senses were overwhelmed as her head swam with desire, the heat between her legs intensifying with each tantalizing touch from Severus. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his warm breath on her skin, his lips finding the sensitive pressure point below her ear, sending electric pulses of pleasure coursing through her body.
Severus's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his eyes smoldering with desire as he pushed Hermione's shirt off her shoulders, letting it cascade to the floor. His words sent shivers down her spine as he suggested moving to the bedroom, his gaze locked with hers, seeking her consent.
As they entered the familiar bedroom, Hermione's heart raced with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps as Severus continued his tender assault on her neck. She melted into his touch, feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins. With deft hands, Severus began to pull her gray skirt off her hips, his touch sending electric tingles dancing across her skin.
As her skirt pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it, Severus's commanding voice cut through the air, ordering her to get on the bed. Obediently, Hermione complied, feeling a thrill shoot through her at his authoritative tone. She settled herself in the middle of the bed, her head sinking into the soft pillow, anticipation building with each passing moment.
With a flick of his wand, Severus summoned his robes into the nearby closet, revealing his alabaster skin to the candlelight. He stepped out of his dragonhide boots, each movement deliberate and calculated, until the only garment left was his tented black underwear, hinting at the desire that burned within him.
Severus joined her on the bed, his mouth immediately seeking out her rosy pink nipples. His talented lips closed over her left nipple, creating a tantalizing suction as he began to suck and nibble, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from Hermione. Meanwhile, his right hand skillfully pinched and teased her right nipple, causing Hermione to arch her back and moan, unable to contain the waves of pleasure coursing through her body from his expert touch.
Severus's lips traveled back up to the shell of her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as he whispered with a hint of amusement, "You're being exceptionally loud tonight. Did someone miss me?" His voice was low and husky, filled with the satisfaction of knowing he had stirred such intense desire within her.
Severus's fingers deftly removed her panties, his eyes ablaze with hunger as he gazed upon her. "I wanted you for weeks, Lioness," he confessed huskily, his voice thick with desire. "I should have never let you leave Hogwarts." The intensity in his words matched the fervor in his gaze, conveying his longing and regret for the time they had spent apart.
Severus trailed kisses from her breasts down to the heat between her legs, his lips igniting a trail of desire along her skin. As he kissed her right thigh, he murmured, "I missed tasting you. I missed seeing your eyes roll back in your head. I missed hearing you say my name as I make you come." His words, laden with longing and promise, sent shivers down Hermione's spine, heightening her anticipation for the ecstasy that was to come.
Severus expertly began to stimulate her clit with his tongue, his movements precise and deliberate. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, applying just the right amount of pressure, while his tongue danced back and forth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Hermione's body. The sound of her moans, punctuated by his name, only fueled his desire further, driving him to intensify his efforts, determined to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
Severus redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving with increased fervor as he skillfully introduced a finger into her slick warmth. Hermione's response was immediate, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, her release crashing over her in waves. With each contraction of her muscles around his finger, Severus felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing he had brought her to such heights of pleasure.
Hermione's hands caressed Severus's hips. "Please, Severus. I want you inside me."
Severus, feeling the urgency in her plea, quickly shed his last garment and positioned himself between her legs. Locking eyes with Hermione, he whispered huskily, "Are you ready, my lioness?"
With a nod, Severus began to enter her inch by delicious inch. When he met bottom his eyes rolled back a bit, relishing the feeling of how tight and wet she felt around him. He moved his hips back and thrust back into her, savoring the feeling once again.
Hermione gasped at the sensation of being filled by Severus, her body responding eagerly to his movements. As he began to thrust rhythmically, she arched her back, meeting his every movement with a passionate intensity. The connection between them deepened with each motion, fueling the fire that burned within them both.
Severus groaned in pleasure as Hermione's nails dug into his shoulders, the sensation adding to the intensity of their lovemaking. Her tousled hair framed her face beautifully, adding to her allure as he continued to thrust deeply into her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Severus could feel Hermione's legs trembling beneath him, a sure sign of her impending orgasm. He quickened his pace, his movements becoming more urgent as he drove her closer to the edge. Her moans and the way she whimpered his name only fueled his desire, and he thrust harder, determined to bring her to the peak of ecstasy once again.
Their bodies rocked together in perfect synchrony as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over them in unison. With a final thrust, Severus and Hermione climaxed together, their cries mingling in the air as they surrendered to the overwhelming sensation coursing through them. As they lay spent in each other's arms, their hearts racing and their bodies entwined, a sense of fulfillment washed over them, reaffirming the depth of their connection.