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Silken Steel	By : StarlightSoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer- I
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Authors Note- These
are the rambling of someone who hasn’t slept in 33 hours. I have no beta,
please forgive my errors. Warning, Lemon follows, It’s
not my best work but I thought I’d share anyways. Enjoy. Please R&R.

Silken Steel

Snapes POV

She was never the typical girl but
I knew that when she walked into my classroom. Admittedly she was annoying but
she was intelligent. It was her intelligence that first sparked my interest.
She always had an answer that far exceeded my expectations. Despite the need to
treat her like any Gryffindor, I was proud of her. She was the best I had seen
in twenty years.

Watching her intelligence grow was
almost like watching her beauty grow. She had come to us a mousy little
know-it-all with buck teeth and transformed into a drop dead beauty. It was a
slow transformation, her early years filled with the ridicule of many of her
classmates. They couldn’t see the beauty of her intelligence or her soul. I
feared it would break her. Fate knowing her future,
seemed to be kind. When she returned for her sixth year, I was faced with a
woman whose beauty was only exceeded by her intelligence.

She was so beautiful and yet so fragile
looking. She was like the most precious silk, beautiful and easily destroyed.
She was beautiful and intelligent but lacked the confidence that beauty
afforded. She held confidence in her intelligence, the smart way she always
knew her potions would be correct.

It was the end of her seventh year
that changed my mind about her. Voldemort’s attack was sudden and well planned.
It was her, with the rest of the trio beside her, that
ushered the youngest, terrified students into the great hall. The fifth years, that had been training with the DA for years, were
left as a final line of defense against Voldemort. It was well planned out. The
sixth anventventh years joined the staff in battling Death Eaters, all the
while knowing that there would be some who wouldn’t return from battle.

It was during that battle that I
fell for her. Potter and Voldemort battled only yards away while Lucious battle
Draco. Ron stood back to back with Ginny, a force to be reckoned with as they
protected all they loved. She fought alone, the battle made more personal by
the death of her parents months before.

She stood within a circle of light
created by the shielding charm Longbottom created. Her dark curls cascading
down her back nearly reaching the hem of her skirt. Somewhere along the way she
had shed her school robes making her look more like a woman dressed as a child.
She cast spells with a
confidence many witches and wizards twice her age lack. Even
across the battlefield, I could see her honey eyes flash with fire. She was an
ancient war goddess given flesh and breath, all silken steel. All around her
spells flashed and crackled like lightening but she never wavered.

p clp class=MsoNormal style='text-indent:.5in'>She was the first to realize the
lines had broken. She rushed to their aid, her voice amplified by the sonorous
charm, barking out commands while she blasted a path to them. In almost no time
the lines were restored with the help of the Weasley twins. She was most
beautiful then, as she protected the future of the wizarding world.

Then, as Potter was knocked is
is
knees by some faceless Death Eater, I saw it. She ran, transforming into the animagus form she had so carefully protected. No one
expected it as the black tiger dodged and avoided spells thrown at her. Only
Potter was ready when she pounced on Voldemort. Like a well planned dance she
rolled away just as the spell crashed against the mad man. They hadn’t planned
on the other death eater, the one I killed with my bare hand only second after
his spell felled her.

It was nearly over then. The Death
Eaters were rounded up though few survived the battle. She was simply stunned
and as soon as she was released from the spell she sought out knowledge of her
friends. She was relieved to see Draco and Potter clinging to one another, the
two Weasleys were nearby clinging to Luna and Neville
as though they would disappear. They wouldn’t, I knew but I didn’t blame them.
The world had erupted into fire around them and they survived, let them find
comfort in their love. It was then that I wondered who she loved. Whose arms
did she long for? As she turned to me, my arms still supporting her, I knew. It
shone in her eyes as bright as the flames of battle. She wrapped her arms
around me and stopped the world. Looking around at the carnage the mask I hid
behind shattered but she held me up, giving me my dignity. She whispered to me
then and kissed away my tears.

It is over. The battle is won
though the losses are there. The first through fourth years are safe, protected
by the fifth years who lost eight students. The sixth
years lost fewer students, only five, but the Seventh years were severely wiped
out. There were only three Slytherins at graduation, the rest either dead or in
Azkaban. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw
have ten students between them, though Ravenclaw
fared better. Gryffindor fared badly. The golden trio, Neville Longbottom, and
Seamus Finnegan mourned their losses….

Normal POV

Severus Snape looked up from his
journal at the sound of a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. With a
sigh, he closed the book and called out, “Enter.”

Hermione Granger walked into his office,
her face pale, “I… I wanted to apologize.”

“Come in and close the door,” he
said softly.

She closed the door behind her and
sat in one of the black chairs across from him, “I wanted to apologize,” she
said again.

“You don’t need to apologize Hermione,” he said softly.

“I shouldn’t have thrown myself at
you after… well you know,” she bit her lip and stared at her lap.

“Hermione, I…” He moved around the
desk, memories of her gentle words and kisses, “I wanted to thank you,” taking
her hands in his he gently kissed each finger, unsure if she would pull away.

To his surprise, she brought a hand
up to caress his cheek and into his hair. He looked up and found himself drawn
into her Honey eyes. He reached up with long fingers touching her ringlets and
ivory skin. It awed him to see her eyes flutter shut as she leaned into his
hand. Her own hand caressed his face and neck making
hiiveriver as electricity ran through him.

“Professor,” she began but his
finger pressed ever so gently against her lips stopped her.

“I’m not your professor any
longer,” He felt the want and need that radiated from her even as her eyes
cried it, “You are so beautiful Hermione.”

Their hearts skipped a beat as she
leaned in and kissed his lips sending fire burning through their veins. His
hand tangled in her hair as he ran his tongue across her lip and deepened the
kiss. As his hand traveled down her back she moaned into his mouth.

“Gods Hermione,” he pulled her
against him, “I never realized, until the battle, that I love you,” He watched
as tears came to her eyes, “I love your intelligence and your courage. You’re
so beautiful.”

“No I’m not,” she whispered, tears
like diamonds falling down her cheeks.

“You are,” he replied before
kissing her again, “let me show you.”

Hermione looked at him, eyes
sparkling, and wondered, for a moment, where the snarky
professor had gone. She didn’t care once his lips were on hers again. As he
began to kiss his way down her neck, she moaned and began pulling at his
buttons.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she
moaned as he lifted her and moved to his private chambers.

Her trembling fingers continued to
work at his buttons as they entered the first room. She growled in frustration
as the entered the bedroom and her hands refused to cooperate. He chuckled as
he lay her on the bed and she grabbed the open collar
of his shirt. With a smile she pulled sending buttons skittering around the
room.

“My, my you hid it well,” he said,
a bit of his classroom face making an appearance, “the fire in your eyes gives
you away. I see the predator there.”

“I had to,” she replied before
kissing him as deeply as he would allow.

He didn’t break the kiss as he led
his hands up her jumper and under her bra. Her cool hands played across his
skin in hypnotizing patterns as she traced every muscle. Breaking the kiss, he
pulled at her shirt wasting nme ime in removing it and her bra. With it gone, he
began kissing every bit of exposed skin. He was amazed by the softness of her
despite the muscle that sculpted her lithe body. Yes, he had been with other
women but never anyone like her. As he reached her belly button he unbuttoned
her muggle jeans and slid them down her legs. She moaned as she realized that
she was completely naked and he still had his pants on. With a few mumbled
words barely discernable through her moans his pants and shoes were gone
leaving him pleasantly naked.

She cried out and arched her back
as she felt his fingers probe her depths. Grasping his arm, she found herself
begging him, “Please, Severus, P…please.”

“Say it again,” he said enthralled
by her, “Say my name again.”

“Severus, Please Severus,” she
begged, her honey eyes locked on his ebony ones, “Please I want you, I want to
feel you.” Her world shattered as her orgasm crashed against her chasing away
thought.

Kissing his way back up her body,
he positioned to enter her, “Look at me Hermione,” he almost begged.

Hermione opened her eyes and felt
herself drawn into his as he buried himself deep within her. Wrapping her legs
around his hips she urged him to move, the desperate need to feel him, to know
that she lived consumed her as they red aed a frenzied pace. Severus gasped as
he felt her nails bite into his back and he moved to kiss her again. She was
intoxicating and he knew he would never get enough of her. He found her eyes
again as she climaxed around him, pushing him over the edge. Her
name escaping his lipspanspan>

After several minutes, he lifted
his head from her chest, “I thought I had lost you.”

The seriousness of his words pulled
her from her bliss and she looked up at him, “What?”

“In the last battle, I saw you
fall,” he admitted laying next to her, “I thought I
had lost you without being able to tell you how I felt.”

Hermione rolled to face him, “I
never expected to live through the last battle,” admitted Hermione softly, “Our
plan was suicidal but I didn’t care.”

“I do,” he said softly, “I realized
that I love you.”

“I love you too.”
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