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Hermione's POV
The second week of February was dreadful. There had been another attack, although no one was allowed anywhere near the Forbidden Forest, and it was strictly forbidden to walk outside of the school alone.
A thoughtless student had foolishly wandered off alone, just to find himself in dire need of Hermione's magic a few hours later.
The tension was high. Hermione could feel it wherever she went. Everyone was more quiet than usual, and she could see her own anxious expression mirrored in every student's face.
Minerva was talking about shutting down the school. They kept searching the Forbidden Forest, but there was no sign of anything out of the ordinary, except for the fact that the creatures of the Forbidden Forest behaved strangely, obviously they felt the tension as well.
Both wizard and muggle newspapers were filled with disappearances, and even some deaths. The curious, and unnerving thing was that not even one of the people missing had been found.
Friday afternoon Hermione was blissfully relieved that the school week was over. She still had work to do in her potions lab, but she preferred it over having to go to class. And she felt safe in the dungeons, with Severus.
She entered the dungeons, hoping to find Severus. She lowered the wards on Severus' private chambers before entering and setting the wards again. "Severus?" She didn't get any response, so she ventured further in.
She found him in his private lab, brewing. She stopped to take in the sight of him. Gods, he was beautiful. He called the brewing of potions an art, and she could see why when looking at him. He made it art. She watched him chop ingredients, his deft hands picking up just the right amounts, and carefully dropping it in the cauldron. He was so graceful and elegant. He was art. Gods, he is so beautiful. His hands, oh Merlin, his hands, she thought. Hermione couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have those exact hands on her. The thought made her sigh.
"Are you planning to stand there, ogling me all day, Miss Granger?" Severus looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. He smirked when he saw her squirming under his gaze. "Of course not! I was looking for you!"
He stopped stirring and cast a stasis charm on the cauldron before looking at her while drying his hands. "And why is that, Miss Granger?" She fidgeted, trying to come up with a reason. "Uhm, I… I was wondering if you have anything you want me to do today?" He smiled at her now. "No, Hermione. It's Friday, and you have worked more than enough this week. Take the night off."
The disappointment was probably obvious on her face, because he cocked his head at her and continued. "But feel free to use the library, or read in the sitting room. I'm planning to grade some papers." He gave her a half smile. "First year essays, to be more specific. You can help me if you want." Hermione almost sighed with relief. "I would love to!" She knew she sounded ridiculously eager, but she didn't care.
Severus gave her a bemused look. "Very well. I need to finish up here and will be there in about thirty minutes, if that suits you?" Giving Severus a smile and a nod, she left the lab and went to her bedroom to put away her bag and change clothes. She put on her 'I'm a Keeper' shirt and a pair of jeans before putting up her hair in a messy bun.
Ten minutes later she was settled comfortably in Severus' sofa with her nose in a book.
He came into the room fifteen minutes later, and her eyes widened at the sight of him. He looked so..casual. The always stern, buttoned up Potions Master was currently walking in to the room wearing black, comfortably looking trousers, and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck. His hair was wet, and when he brushed a hand through his raven black hair, Hermione could feel her whole body tingling.
Realizing she was gawping at him, she snapped her mouth shut before he could notice.
Severus' POV
"So, Miss Granger, ready for the stimulating task of grading first year essays?" Severus chuckled when he saw Hermione roll her eyes.
He loved when she wore that t shirt. It clung to her body in a way that made him want to behave in inappropriate ways. And he heartily agreed with the print on it. She is indeed a keeper.
They sat down at the table, and he handed her some essays. He trusted her judgment; she could easily grade first year papers. At one point she leaned over with one of the essays to ask him something, and when she turned her face towards him in wait for his answer, he barely managed to stop himself from kissing her. He was almost relieved when they finished grading and she left to go to bed.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was in her bedroom, trying to calm her nerves. With all the tension she felt these days, the familiar feeling of impending doom was back in full force. She tried to read for a while, but her concentration failed her miserably. Sighing in frustration, she finally put on her pyjamas, and went to bed. After tossing and turning for a while, she finally found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.
She woke up later from the sound of someone screaming, and someone calling her name. Opening her eyes, she realized it was her own screams, and Severus calling for her.
"Hermione, you are dreaming, please wake up." She was slowly starting to regain her senses. "Severus? Oh Gods, Severus" She bolted up to a sitting position and felt warm arms embrace her trembling body. "Shh, Little Lion, it's okay. You were dreaming sweetheart. It was just a dream." Tears were streaming down her face as she lifted her head to look at him. "Don't leave. Stay. Please."
He looked at her for a moment, obviously trying to decide what to do. "Please, Severus, just stay." He nodded, and she sighed with relief. He started to lie down on top of the covers, and she shook her head. "No, you'll freeze. Here." She moved to open the covers to make him lie down with her, but he hesitated. "Hermione..." "Oh, come on, it's not a big deal. I'll turn around and it won't be dangerous at all. Please, I need you to stay with me." She was on the brink of bursting into tears again, so he gave in with a sigh and climbed under the covers with her.
Severus' POV
Severus was lying behind Hermione, trying to figure out what to do. Should he hold her? He wanted to hold her, but he wasn't sure if she wanted him to, or generally what to do in this situation.
He could see that she was shivering. She isn't shivering, she is crying. Oh, Hermione. "Hermione, sweetheart, please, don't cry."
She was shaking now, and he could hear her whimpering. Oh Sod it, he thought, as he moved closer to her, and pulled her to him. "Hermione, come here. Turn around, Little Lion. Don't cry." She turned around, and he put his left arm under her neck and his right arm on her waist and pulled her close to him. She put her head on his chest and he could feel the shaking ease up. "I know you are having a difficult time these days, with everything that is going on. But I'm not going anywhere, Hermione, and nothing will happen to you if I can help it. It was just a dream." She sniffled, and turned her face up to look at him. "You promise?" He nodded. "Always."
She seemed to relax a bit, tears still brimming in her eyes, but to his relief she had stopped shaking. "Will you stay here? Even after I fall asleep?" He nodded. "Of course I will." She sighed, and her body relaxed. She snuggled closer to him. "Severus?" He stroked her back with slow movements. "Hmm?" He could feel her hesitating for a moment. "Do you like staying here?" He froze for a second. If I like staying here? Merlin's pants, woman. You have no idea. I would prefer staying here permanently. But I can't say that, now can I. "Yes, Hermione, I do. Now sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, and you will take the weekend off. No discussions. Now, little Gryffindor. Sleep." She sighed happily, and moved even closer to him. "I will not argue with you this time, Severus. I'm too exhausted." She sighed again, and the feeling of her soft breath on his neck made him shiver.
He could feel when she fell asleep. She was curled into him as close as she could get, and he had his chin on her head. He kissed the top of her head, as he lay there, wondering how she felt about him, why she had asked him if he liked staying here. Probably because she is a caring person that doesn't want you to stay here if you do not wish to. She should stop acting like such a saint. Although, she would probably stop being so nice to you if she did. And you wouldn't like that, now would you, he thought, as he rolled his eyes at himself in the darkness of Hermione's room.
Severus had always considered himself to be a proud man. Often too proud, he knew. But with Hermione, even his pride seemed to be failing him at times, and he would hold on to whatever sign of affection she would give him. He wished deeply for her to be his, and that the kisses and moments they had shared meant that her feelings for him went beyond those of a friend. But he could not make himself believe such a thing. In what world would a young, brilliant witch such as her want someone like you.
He sighed and nuzzled Hermione's hair. After marvelling in her warmth for a little while, he drifted off to sleep.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling more relaxed than she had in a long time. It took her a few seconds to realize why that was. Sensing her surroundings, she could feel something warm against her back, and warm arms around her. Severus. I wonder what he would do if I turned around and snuggled into him. She did not, however, dare to do so. She just lay there, enjoying the feel of him, and his soft breathing on her neck.
After a little while she could sense that he was waking up, and he moved slightly. Not wanting him to realize she was awake, she made sure her breathing was steady, and her body relaxed.
She could feel him freeze for a second before he relaxed again. When he nuzzled her neck, she almost gasped, but miraculously managed to keep still.
She moved slightly, pretending to wake up, and he instantly withdrew his head. "Good Morning" she said, still turned away from him. "Did you sleep well?" He chuckled behind her. "Surprisingly, yes I did, Miss Granger. And you?" "Very well, thank you." She giggled, and went to get up. "I'm going to take a shower." Opening the door to her room, she turned her head to look at him, gathered all the courage she could muster, and said "I wish you could stay with me always. I haven't slept that well for as long as I can remember." Before he could answer, she hurried out of the room.
Severus' POV
Severus was positively stunned. She wanted him to stay with her? He wanted to stay with her. He wanted her. She doesn't want you that way, you moron. Do not delude yourself. She wants safety, and she feels safe with you. That does not mean she wants you.He sighed at the tinge of sadness he felt, and dropped to his back on the soft mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The pillow smelled of her. Oh, get over yourself. He got out of the bed and went to take a shower as well.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat with Luna in the Great Hall for breakfast, listening to Luna chat about this and that. Hermione couldn't stop herself from throwing glances at Severus, whom was currently deep in conversation with Minerva.
Realizing Luna had gone silent, Hermione turned to her with a slight blush. "Oh sorry, my mind keeps drifting. What were you saying?" Luna just gazed at her for a moment before cocking her head with a small smile. "You suit each other, you know." Hermione felt her cheeks grow warmer. "Uhm, what? I'm not sure I understand what you mean." Luna just smiled. "You and Professor Snape."
Before Hermione could answer, an owl flew in to the Great Hall and dropped a letter in front of them. Luna smiled at the owl. "Thank you, Mischievous." Hermione watched Luna pick up the letter, and almost gasped when she recognized the wax stamp that sealed the letter shut. Looking at Luna's serene face while reading the letter, Hermione cleared her throat. "If I may ask, who is sending you a letter?" Luna looked up at Hermione before answering. "Oh, it's from Draco. He is considering applying for a position at the Ministry of Magic." Glancing down at her letter again, Luna continued with a smile. "Oh, and he has a new broom that he seems very happy about."
Hermione stared at Luna, trying to make sense of what the blonde girl was saying. "Luna?" Luna looked up from her letter with a peaceful expression, waiting for Hermione to continue. "Just to be certain that I understood you correctly. You just received a letter from Draco Malfoy, to tell you he is happy about his new broom? How in the name of Merlin did this happen? And when?" Luna smiled happily at Hermione. "I met him in London at Christmas, and we went for ice cream. He is very nice now that he isn't a Death Eater anymore." Hermione had no idea how to respond, so Luna continued. "He sent me an owl after I returned to Hogwarts, and we have been writing each other since then."
Hermione was still trying to make sense of the situation when Luna packed her things and got up. She gave Hermione a bright smile. "I should go do my homework. I'll see you later, Hermione." And with that, Luna walked away, leaving a bewildered and confused Hermione behind.
Severus' POV
Hermione and Severus returned to the dungeons after breakfast. Severus picked up a book, and sat down in the sofa to read. He settled down with his back in the corner of the sofa, legs outstretched down on one of the sofa's halves.
Hermione were roaming around in the library, obviously trying to choose something to read. He smirked. It wasn't that she couldn't find anything; it was that she had too much to choose from, and it amused him. She had such a brilliant mind, and her thirst for knowledge seemed to have no end. He loved that about her.
He could hear a triumphant "Aha!" from the library, and he chuckled and shook his head. She emerged from the library, and came over to where he was sitting. He looked up at her, wondering why she was hesitating. "Can I sit with you?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "Of course." She sat down with her back against his shoulder, and leaned on him. He froze for a second at first, but not wanting to make her regret her decision, he relaxed. He realized that she could not possibly be comfortable, though.
"Hermione?" She froze. "Exactly how uncomfortable are you at the moment?" She fidgeted. "Uhm, just a little bit, but I don't mind." He rolled his eyes. "Sit up." She sat up, and he put his arm around her, aligned with her collar bone, and picked up his book as she rested her back against his chest. "Better?" She sighed and leaned her head back on his shoulder, her hair tickling his face. "Yes, much better." He closed his eyes and nuzzled her hair. "Good."
He felt oddly relaxed sitting like this with her. It was a natural, comfortable silence, and he felt completely at ease. It seemed as so did Hermione.
They spent the rest of the day together. They read, Hermione would read out loud when she found something of interest, and he would listen, and comment. Honey brought them dinner, and later supper.
Severus was still sitting in the sofa, when Hermione came into the sitting room. She looked uncomfortable. "Severus?" He looked at her, realizing what subject she was about to approach. Either she is about to ask me to sleep in her bed tonight, or she is about to tell me she changed her mind about that. He had to admit he was hoping for the former. "Yes, Hermione?" She looked really uncomfortable now. "Uhm, I.. Would you mind greatly to sleep in my bed tonight?" Severus let out a breath of air he just realized he had been holding. "I will be there shortly." She sighed with relief and smiled at him. "Alright." Then she walked with happy steps out of the room.
She had already put on her nightgown and gone to bed when Severus entered her bedroom. He set up wards, mostly from old habit, but he figured it would make her feel safer. He was clad in black cotton pyjama pants, and a black t shirt with a faded Foo Fighters logo on it. Hermione cocked her head at him. "I didn't take you for a muggle music type of person." He looked at her with a surprised look. "You like Foo Fighters? She nodded. "Yes I do, I actually went to a concert this summer. They are great." He raised his eyebrows at her. "You keep surprising me, Miss Granger."
He stood awkwardly in front of the bed, not really sure how to approach her. She came to his rescue. "Come on. I'll tell you all about it." She lifted the covers, and he climbed in. He still felt awkward, but she leaned against him and started talking. She told him about the concert, about her summer, about being alone in her house without her parents, and not being able to feel at home anywhere anymore.
Hermione was lying on her back, gesticulating vividly while talking. Suddenly she put down her arms and looked at him. "Do you know when I felt safe again for the first time after the war?" He shook his head. "I do not." She turned on her side, facing him. "It was the first day I returned to Hogwarts." He nodded. "Well, that makes sense. It is one of the most protected places in the wizard world after all." "No, Severus, you don't understand. It was the first day I returned to Hogwarts. Outside the gates. It was with you." He just stared at her before shaking his head. "Hermione, you are really something else. And I am not certain you really know what is good for you. But I am glad to hear you feel safe."
He gave her a slight smile, and decided to give in to one of his urges. He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead before giving her a playful smile. "Now, if you are quite finished with your incessant chatter, I would like to get some sleep." She giggled and made a sound in protest, but he pulled her closer. "No. Thank you for telling me, Hermione." He gave her a warm smile. "Now, get some rest, I believe you need it." She rolled her eyes, waved a hand in the air and all the lights went out. He could feel her leaning into him, nuzzling his neck. The light brush of her lips against his sensitive skin made him shiver.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was lying in Severus' arms, not feeling ready to sleep at all. I don't think I can do this anymore. I wish he would just kiss me already!
Her mind wouldn't stop wandering, thinking about this man currently in bed with her. She loved spending time with him. She wished he would always sleep here, she felt so safe and so comfortable even. This surprised her immensely, because it had never been like that with Ron. She was never able to sleep comfortably with him. Wait, I am comparing him with Ron. But we aren't together in that way. Why am I comparing him with Ron? Hermione's heart felt like it stopped for a moment. Merlin's knickers, I am in love with him. She almost rolled her eyes at herself. Of course you are in love with him, how daft can you possibly be? You have been in love with him for ages. You love him. Hermione smiled at her thoughts in the darkness.
Severus' POV
Severus was also lying awake, just marvelling in the feel of Hermione's warmth. He knew she had yet to fall asleep as well, and he was wondering what she was thinking about. He felt her shuffle a bit. "Severus?" He chuckled. "Hermione, just say it, whatever it is you are thinking about. You will not find rest before you do, and we both know it. What's on your mind Little Lion? What is it that you wish of me?"
Then she turned his world upside-down in a flash. Again. Lemon drops-rain anyone?
He could see her eyes gleam in the darkness of the room. "I want you to kiss me."
Severus forgot how to breathe. He stared at Hermione, whom was staring back, frozen in place.
Severus regained a small trace of brain function. "Do you mean that?" He could not believe what he was hearing, and he could not for the life of him think that she actually meant it.
She was looking at him with wide eyes, but answered anyway. "Yes, I really meant it." She looked away before looking back at him. He was unable to form words. She spoke again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it. It was st-"
He kissed her. Gently. He felt her freeze for a second before she responded. Her lips were soft, and she was warm as she melted into his arms. He pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. Her lips parted and his breath hitched as their tongues met.
Suddenly she stopped the kiss and sat up. His heart gave a painful twinge as he thought perhaps she had changed her mind. A moment later his worries were put to rest when Hermione moved on top of him and pulled at his shoulders to make him sit up. He sat up and put his arms around her, pulling the covers around them to keep them warm.
Hermione stilled for a moment, cupping his face with her small hands before her voice came out in a breathless whisper filled with emotions. "Severus." He couldn't even think as she brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him until they were both out of breath.
Severus felt slightly uncomfortable. The feel of Hermione's soft lips and warm body had a clearly evident effect on him, and he was still uncertain on to how far she intended to take this. He was not used to this, not used to someone wanting him. And he was not sure he could believe it still.
He decided to take a chance.
He released her lips and looked at her. Her breathing was shallow, and she just looked back at him, lips slightly parted. Brushing her hair out of the way, he leaned in and kissed her neck, making Hermione give a soft moan. Severus started a trail of soft kisses down her neck, earning him another moan. He opened his eyes to see Hermione glowing.
He hesitated for a moment before he tugged lightly at her nightgown, not sure if it was the right thing to do. She opened her eyes to look at him as the glow around her increased and her hair started to change color. He was breathless. She made him breathless.
He tugged at her nightgown again, and with a swift movement she pulled off her nightgown, leaving her in only a bra and nickers.
He couldn't help letting out a small moan from the feel of Hermione's warm skin under his hands. He caressed her skin and kissed her collar bone before looking at her again."You are so beautiful, Hermione." Her glow increased, her hair flashed with silver and gold, and he had no doubt that her magic was bestowed on her from a Sun Goddess.
"Hermione, I need to show you something, Love" She glowed a bit brighter at his nickname for her.
He picked her up, put her legs around his waist and placed his hands carefully under her behind to steady her, and she sighed with pleasure. He kissed her neck while walking with her in his arms towards the full length mirror she had in the corner of her room. He kissed her lips, her earlobe, down her neck and along her collarbone. She gave small moans and sighs at every kiss. "Close your eyes, Love" He checked, and her eyes were indeed closed.
He put her down, hands not leaving her for a second, turned her around and put his hands on her waist. He made sure she was standing in an angle that allowed her to see properly. He moved his hands from her waist down to her hips in a slow motion, making her shiver and her hair flash gold and silver. "Alright, open your eyes." She did, and gasped!
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror with her mouth open, not finding her words at first. "Oh my God! Oh, Gods! Severus, what is this? What is happening to me? She was gawping at the mirror and he gave her a small smile. "I have no idea, Love, but I would love to find out, I have never seen anything like it."
She just stared at herself before looking at him. "Today I discovered a new thing I can do." She gave him a devilish smile, and put her hands on his shirt. It glowed like a sun for a second, and changed color. Pink. He was stunned for a second before looking at her. "Amazing. I strongly disagree with your choice of color, though." He smirked. "Any chance you could change it back?" She giggled and put her hands on his shirt again. It flashed again and turned black. "Lately has been a challenge. I keep doing more magic without thinking about it, and it's not always a good thing."
She still had her hand on his chest, and the shirt suddenly disappeared. She gave a small scream and jumped back. Strawberry-red in her face, she just looked at him. She looked mortified. He looked down at his now bare chest. "Well thank God you didn't want me naked. That would have been awkward." He grinned at her. She cringed. Without looking at him she said in a small voice. "I did. But I only touched your shirt. Gods, I have to learn to control this. I'm sorry!" She put her hands in her hands.
He stared at her. She wants me naked? What in the world did I do to deserve this? To deserve her? I'm a grumpy old man compared to her. Merlin's beard, she makes it hard to be responsible and not do something she will possibly regret later.
She looked up at him again and looked defeated. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things awkward. I know you may not want me like that even though you kissed me, after all I asked you t-" He interrupted her. "Merlin's nickers, Hermione! I may not want you? Foolish woman, I have never wanted anything so bad in my life! I am having uttermost problems controlling myself. If we continue like this I will not be able to restrain myself any longer. So-"
This time she kissed him. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, groaning to the feeling of skin against skin. He picked her up without breaking the kiss and carried her back to the bed. He sat down with her straddling on his lap. He leaned moved further back in the bed while kissing her before flipping them over so that he was over her. He looked at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was a chaos around her head and she looked at him intensely with shining, amber eyes.
"Do you really want this, Little Lion? I'm almost twice your age, and I'm no catch. I don't deserve you at all, I am not a good man, and you know it. I understand if you want to change your mind." He expected her to at least have some doubt in her eyes, but her eyes was heated and determinated, and didn't even flash with doubt. "I'm not changing my mind, I want this. I want you! Severus, so far I've asked you to kiss me, and unthinkingly magicked your shirt away, that should give you a clue, should it not?" She gave him a small smile. "I think you are beautiful, strong and graceful and no, I don't think you are a bad man. I think you are a wonderful man that has sacrificed a lot for love. I do want you. With every burning nerve in my body right now"
He marvelled at her words, and kissed her. Kissed her like the kiss was a dying man's last wish. He started a trail of kisses down her neck and shoulder. He looked down at her and saw her lying with her eyes closed, glowing brighter than ever. He was motivated by this, and trailed kisses along her collar bone.
Deciding to continue his search, he kissed her below the collar bone, and down over her soft breasts. She gave a moan that made his head spin. He kissed her soft skin between her breasts, before deciding to be a bit bold. He kissed her nipple over her bra. Her breathing hitched and she moaned again. She opened her eyes and stroked his hair and chin. She smiled. "Wait a minute" she said, and started the movement of making a snowball. She released the ball of light, and flicked her finger at it, making it look like glowflies. She made another ball of light and repeated the action. The only lights in the room were the tiny light orbs, and Hermione herself. It was beautiful.
Hermione giggled at him. "Alright, we may continue!" She grinned at him. He giggled too. Wait, I giggled? I do not giggle. Gods, this woman and what she does to me!
He kissed her skin over her bra again, and her nipple. She moaned. He looked at her, and saw an utterly wicked smile on her face as she reached down, touched her bra, and it was gone. He hiccupped a breath, and looked up at her, stunned. She looked a bit uncertain at that, and made a move to cover her breasts. He stopped her hands and smiled at her, before pulling her up to sit across his lap. Embracing her, he whispered. "Love, you have no idea what you do to me. Your actions surprise me all the time and I find you utterly amazing. You amaze me." He pulled a bit back to look her in the eyes before continuing. "Do not confuse an awestruck look for a displeased one. You truly have no idea what you do to me. I'm struck speechless on regular basis, and that is certainly no small feat. I find you intoxicating, sexy, beautiful and perfect. I just had no idea you were so wicked!" He grinned at her. "You are incredible, Hermione Granger. And since I found you in the grass when you first arrived to Hogwarts you have turned my life upside-down. I am in awe of you, Love. Do not doubt it."
She looked like he had told her that the world was flat and the moon actually was made of cheese. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes wide. She licked her lips and he couldn't resist kissing them. She threw her arms around him and kissed him back. Their tongues gently moved against each other and he felt like his heart was trying to thump its way out of his chest.
He gently pushed her back on the bed, and kissed his way down her chest again. He stopped for a second and took in the sight of her. She was truly breathtaking. He lowered his head and kissed her breast. She gave a small whimper, and he grew bolder. He kissed her nipple, and she let out a breathy, long moan. It almost undid him. He licked his lips and kissed her nipple again, licking it a bit with his tongue this time. Then he lifted his head and gave a little puff of air on it. She shivered. "Oh Gods.. Oh.." Her words made him almost lose his head.
He kissed her nipple again, sucking lightly, before trailing kisses over to her other nipple and doing the same. She arched her back. "Severus, please!" He kissed his way up to her mouth again and lay down beside her, pulling her close to him so she was on her side, facing him. While deepening the kiss, he stroked her softly, down to her hip, then up again, and turned to touch her breast. He brushed her nipple with his finger, and stroked her soft skin down to her belly.
She opened her eyes and looked fiercely at him. "Severus, please! You are driving me insane!" He didn't need more encouragement. He slid his hand down her belly, and cupped her over her nickers. She arched her back and gave a loud moan, that went straight to his core, giving him goose bumps. He moved his hand, stroking up and down her folds, outside her nickers.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, reaching down and touched her nickers. They vanished, and he suddenly had his hand on her soft flesh. He couldn't breathe. His head and his emotions were in turmoil, and he was sure she was giving him a heart attack. When he finally managed to breathe a bit again, his breath came out in unstable gasps. Then she moved slightly against him, and it felt like his heart stopped. He managed to regain some brain function. "Merlin's beard woman. It is you who drive me insane." She looked shyly at him and smiled a bit before she moved to lie on her back and spread her legs a little bit.
He started moving his hand, slipping a finger between her wet folds. He almost lost his head. She was so intoxicating that he was going insane. He testily moved his finger in slow motions up and down along her sex. He was determined to find what made her tick.
She grabbed the pillow above her head. "Oh gods! Oh, OH!" The last exclamation was made just when he slid one finger inside her, then two. She was wet, soft, and exquisite. His breathing was almost as heavy as hers. She was making him completely lose his mind. He moved the two fingers inside and out of her, while circling her clit with his thumb. She was breathing erratically, her moans positively primal.
He continued his movements, speeding up, while kissing her neck, her breast, her nipple, everywhere he could reach. She arched her back, moaning without pause. She had the pillow in a death grip. Speeding up again, he held a steady rhythm, making her squirm and lift her hips against his hand. He sped up, and she arched her back even more, and every muscle in her body tensed. "Oh, oh, OH, Oh GODS Severus, don't stop, don't stop!"
He was amazed by the way her body reacted to him. "I have no intentions of doing so, Love" He whispered, and licked her nipple before sucking it. That undid her. She threw her head back in a silent scream before crying out. "OH! I'm going to, Oh, oh! Oh Gods! Severus!"
He could feel her sex pulse around his fingers, and he almost came right there. Hermione in mid-orgasm was the most amazing, beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. She was glowing stronger than ever, her eyes were closed and her back arched. She was crying out before her moans got softer and softer He slowed down his movements as her movements got slower. When she stilled he kissed her neck, putting his hand on her belly and stroking her with gentle, slow motions. Merlin, she is beautiful. Gods, I love this woman. Wait WHAT? I love her? Oh.. I do.. I do love her.
She opened her eyes after a bit. "Gods, Severus. That was.. Wow!" She giggled. "Just wow!" He gave her a wicked smile. Deciding to put his thoughts on hold for later, he spoke. "Good."
She grinned back at him and flipped him on his back, straddling him. "I hope you don't love these trousers." She touched his cock over his trousers, he gasped and he felt the trousers disappear. "Or these boxers" The boxers were gone and his cock were in her hand. He groaned. "Gods Hermione, we will have no clothes left if you keep this up." He grinned at her.
She started moving her hand behind her and he couldn't speak anymore. He gripped the sheet below him and groaned. She moved her hand in slow motions, up and down his shaft. Then she moved a bit, shuffled around, and he opened his eyes to look at her.
He opened them just in time to watch her lift herself up on her knees, and lowering herself down on him. Oh. Oh my God. She started moving, slow motions up and down with him inside her. She was so tight, he had to control himself to not come the second she slid herself onto him. While moving, she leant down and kissed his chest, placing kisses everywhere and giving each nipple a lick.
He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to hold her. "Hermione." He was breathless. He sat up with her still on his lap. She continued moving and he embraced her, kissing her and grabbing a hold on her hips. She fastened her pace and he fastened his grip on her and moaned her name. "Hermione" his voice was almost a whisper, and he looked in her eyes. "If you continue like this I won't last long, Love" She shrugged and grinned at him. "Then we'll just have to do it again, won't we?" He grinned back; her words were utterly amazing to him. "There is nothing I would like to do more, Little Lion."
She moved faster and moaned, and he decided that he wasn't going to come alone if he could help it. He reached down and touched her clit, rubbing it in circles. She cried out, throwing her head back. "Oh God! Don't stop Severus!" He moved his hand faster, making smaller circles around her clit. She rode him hard now, crying out with every movement. He knew he couldn't keep this going for much longer, and rubbed her a bit harder while grabbing her hip, helping her movements.
"Gods, you are beautiful" He kissed her neck and looked at her. "Hermione, look at me Love." She turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes, whimpering at every movement and touch. "I want you to come for me, Love." With that he sped up his fingers, and moving against her harder.
She put her forehead against his, making unreadable sounds under her breath. "Oh my god, ohmygod! OhgodsSeverus, don't stop!" "Never, Love. Hermione, look at me" She locked her eyes with his, and he gave her a smoldering look and sped up his movements. "Come for me, Hermione." She did. With one look into his eyes, she cried out, and he felt her pulse around his length. That did it for him too. He released her clit, and grabbed on to her for dear life. He moaned her name and thrust into her hard, again and again. She cried his name and he felt her nails on his back. He was pretty sure he was seeing stars.
Coming down from their joint high, he embraced her. "Merlin's beard, Hermione, what you do to me" He pulled her down and she got off him and lay beside him. She snuggled up, putting her head on his shoulder and draping her arm and leg over him. "No Severus. It's what you do to me. That was.. wow!" She giggled. "You make me forget my vocabulary. That was amazing." "I'll take wow as a compliment. And yes, It was.. wow" He grinned at her. I'm not sure wow does it justice. She giggled, and nuzzled his neck.
In that moment, Severus Snape was pretty sure he was the happiest man in the world.