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The Heart’s Desire

By: Snapes_Goddess

For SMurphy, your enthusiasm and dedication to reading and reviewing astounds me, Thank you.=)

This was written based on an idea I had for a longer fic that never went anywhere…

Valentines Day sucks. That’s what was going through Hermione’s mind as she stepped through the hearth and into the lounge of her little flat. It was nothing more than propaganda, a marketing ploy for greeting card companies and candy makers to fleece the public of their hard earned galleons, pounds, dollars pesos…whatever, with some flimsy excuse of celebrating true love. Well, love was overrated and she certainly did not feel like celebrating it as she shrugged out of her robes and kicked off her shoes on the way to her galley kitchen.

She had hoped to have a nice, quiet meal alone in her favorite restaurant but no, it had been filled to bursting with ‘couples’. Fools snogging over romantic candlelit tables, exchanging cards covered with hearts and flowers printed on the cover and sappy poems that they wouldn’t remember come morning on the inside. It was all so ridiculous. Who wanted to be in a couple any how? She jerked a bottle of wine from the icebox and used her wand to pop the cork before pouring a rather large glass of the ruby liquid. She snatched a bag of crisps from the counter and made her way back into the lounge where she flopped on the sofa and propped her feet up on the coffee table as she relaxed and let her mind wander.

No doubt Harry and Ginny were cuddled into a corner somewhere, like they needed a holiday to celebrate romance. Those two went at it like niflers in heat and would probably breed like them too when it was all said and done. And Ron…Ron was no doubt out on the town with some big boobed, fake tanned, hair extended Quidditch groupie who wouldn’t know the business end of a wand if it was shoved up her…well, put it this way, Ron wasn’t exactly big on brains. He liked them pretty, dumb and plastic which was why they didn’t work out.

She drank her wine and nibbled on the crisps, her appetite killed by the constant reminder of what she didn’t have. She was alone, no husband, no boyfriend, no prospective boyfriends or husbands, just her. She almost always felt like a third wheel when she was with her friends. Harry and Ginny were wed, all of the Weasley boys were married with the exception of Ron, but then he always had some airheaded bimbo or another on his arm. It wasn’t that she had anything against relationships or being in love, it was just…unattainable, for her at any rate.

Hermione was a self admitted lover of unavailable men. Maybe there was safety in being attracted to men who were emotionally inaccessible; there was never a chance of actually getting involved so she never had to really put herself out there. Safe, that was exactly what it was, but with that safety comes the loneliness. She wanted to be held and to be touched, to be loved and love in return, to have someone to come home to, someone who was happy to see her at the end of the day, some one who would miss her when she was away.

By the time she realized that her mind was no longer as clear as she actually believed it to be she had finished off her bag of crisps and was shaking the last droplets of red wine from the bottle into her glass with a disappointed furrow between her brows. She sighed and tossed the empty bottle onto the table and reached for the book of spells she had bought in a little hole in the wall book shop. She thumbed through it, snorting a bit at the various lust spells, vengeance spells and the like. She flipped back to a page that had caught her eye and read over the spell.

The Heart’s Desire

For the lonely and heart sick, this spell will lead you to your heart’s desire. It will connect you to the other half of you, the witch or wizard who is your destiny. You will need a red candle and a phial of veritaserum. Light the candle and let it burn for three full minutes, place three drops of veritaserum beneath your tongue, then repeat the spell three times.

I search for the flame of passions fire,
To take me to my heart’s desire.
Another heart meant for only me,
As I will, so mote it be.

Take note, this spell is more powerful than it seems. Though the words and process are simple it is not to be taken lightly. Be very certain that you know what you want for once cast, there is no going back…

Hermione tossed back the rest of her drink and carried the book over to the dining table. She found a red candle in the buffet drawer and went into her bathroom to dig through her potions case for the small phial of veritaserum she had never needed but for some odd reason kept on hand. She went back to her dining room table and set up her supplies, her head spinning as she lit the candle and watched the clock. When the three minutes was up she placed the drops of veritaserum beneath her tongue and began repeating the spell, slowly, the words slurred slightly. If she had been in her normal, unaltered state of mind she never would have performed such a spell. But between the loneliness, the wine and the holiday she wasn’t thinking clearly, she wanted her true love.

As she uttered the last words on the third repetition she closed her eyes and her head began to spin. She wasn’t quite certain at that point if it was the wine or the spell until her feet actually left the floor momentarily and she found herself suddenly freefalling. She landed with a grunt and not at all softly.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing here?” She groaned at the sound of a very loud male voice echoing inside her head and slowly opened her eyes. Angry black eyes were staring back at her and she shivered. She was draped across the lap of a very put out looking Severus Snape. “You had better answer me, Ms. Granger.”

“You are my heart’s desire; I always knew it was you.” She said softly as her clouded brain registered that the man the spell had brought her to was the one man she had wanted since she was old enough to know what wanting a man really meant. The most emotionally unavailable man in the entire world was the one man her heart truly desired.

“I don’t know how you got into my home but you can sure as hell see yourself right back out!” He snarled. What in the hell had the witch done to land herself in his lap out of thin air and why? One moment he had been reading a book and enjoying a pleasant evening in and in the next his lap was full of curvy, wriggling woman. He had almost reached for his wand to defend himself but then realized just who it was that still maintained her perch across his thighs. What did she think she was doing?

“How strange that it never faded, not really…” She muttered, reaching out to run her fingers over the silky arch of his brow and then down over the bridge of his nose.

“Have you lost your bleeding mind, woman? What are you talking about? Has someone hexed you?” Why was she touching him? Stroking his face as though she had the right? He tried to push her off but she wound her arm around his neck and held herself firmly in place as she traced his cheekbones and then his lips, seemingly oblivious to his ire and confusion.

“No one hexed me. I’m talking about you…it’s always been you.” Severus didn’t have a chance to ask her what she meant because his lips were covered by hers and his mouth filled with her tongue. She was kissing him! The daft witch was actually kissing him, rather thoroughly too as her tongue sought out the hidden recesses of his mouth. He didn’t respond at first, not quite sure what it was he was supposed to be doing. Hell he hadn’t kissed a woman in ages and never one who had been his student, and he damned sure had never been kissed out of nowhere by a witch he saw less than a handful of times per year.

As he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening a familiar flavor began to register against his tongue as she stroked hers over it. Soft, sweet, fruity…wine. The witch was pissed out of her gourd. He wrenched his lips from hers, turning his head to the side as he struggled to catch his breath and calm his agitated nerves. The witch sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling into his chest. And to his surprise she began to snore softly.

“Oh for the love of Circe.” He cursed, shaking her slightly. “Ms Granger?” She didn’t budge. “Ms…..Hermione, wake up!” He shook her again but she still didn’t stir. “God save me from idiots.” He groaned as he pushed to his feet with the unconscious witch cradled in his arms. It was then that he realized that he had no idea where in the bloody hell she lived and she was in no condition to tell him.

It was late, nearly midnight so there was no way for him to discover her address at such a late hour and he couldn’t very well put her outside like a dog. Irritated he carried her through the small house and into his bedroom where he laid her in the middle of his bed. She rolled onto her stomach and immediately snuggled into his pillow, a soft smile on her lips as she slept. He shook his head and stared down at her. What in the hell had made her kiss him like that? Drunk or not a woman didn’t just kiss a man for no reason, certainly not him.

He sat down in the large chair he kept in the corner and propped his feet onto the ottoman, his elbow propped on the arm and supporting his head as he watched her. It had been about a month since he had seen her last outside of a bookshop. She had been polite, asking after his welfare and life back at the school. There had been nothing to indicate any interest in him. Yet she had kissed him with such passion that she had left him confused and incapable of thought or movement for several seconds. What did she mean by it was always you?

Realizing he would get no answers before morning he toed off his shoes and accio’d a blanket from the foot of the bed. He couldn’t help casting one last frown in her direction before he settled in to sleep in the chair, softly cursing silly witches who disrupted his solitude and confused him with their strange ways.

~@~

Pounding pain like nails being driven through her skull pulled Hermione from slumber. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and buried her face in the pillow clutched beneath her head, immediately confused by the rich, spicy scent that clung to the cover. She rolled onto her back and stared at the smooth ceiling above her painted a rather sterile shade of grey instead of the rich earth tone colors of her own bedroom. Where in the hell had she slept? She rolled onto her side and her eyes skimmed down her body. She was still dressed and it didn’t feel like she had had sex recently, so it didn’t appear that she ended up having a drunken one night stand.

She began to recall the previous night though her memories were foggy. She was disgruntled when she returned home and had decided to put away an entire bottle of wine with nothing to soak it up but some crisps. She recalled casting a spell, a spell to help her find her true love or some such nonsense. It had sounded good at the time. Of course at the time she had also been knee walking drunk but that was just semantics.

She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the large cushy chair in the corner, its occupant slumped sideways, head resting on the arm and buried beneath a thick blanket. Confusion had her sliding from the bed and padding across the carpeted floor to kneel down beside the chair. She pushed the blanket aside and fell backwards onto her bottom when she caught a pair of dark eyes staring back at her.

“Professor Snape?” How in the world had she ended up sleeping with him in the corner?

“Come to assault me again?” He asked sitting up with a wince, his back aching from sleeping in a chair. No one could ever say he wasn’t a gentleman.

“What am I doing here and what do you mean assault you again?” She asked, scrambling to her knees and staring up at him.

“I’m not sure what you are doing here, Ms. Granger, I was hoping you would shed some light on the subject. All I know is that you suddenly appeared in my lap and proceeded to acquaint yourself with my person rather…intimately.” He smirked when he saw her cheeks flame.

“Intimately?” She croaked, wondering just what she had done to him.

“I could taste the wine you had for dinner, Ms. Granger. I will assume from the heady flavor that it was all you had given your behavior.” He flung the blanket away and got to his feet, walking barefoot across the room and disappearing through the bathroom door. Hermione remained as she was, kneeling on the floor as she searched her memory and found what she sought as the fog in her brain dissolved. When she cast her spell it had brought her to him. The man she had desired for years, the one man she could never have. He made it very clear that he found her annoying and always seemed rather in a hurry to get away from her when he saw her.

She groaned when she remembered touching him, stroking his strong features and then…Oh dear Gods….she had kissed him. She hadn’t just kissed him, she had engaged in intercourse with his mouth….oh Gods….she had mouth raped him!

She turned towards the sound of the door, whimpering in shame as he walked out buttoning a fresh shirt and staring at her.

“Still here?” He asked, tucking the tails into his trousers.

“I am so sorry.” Her voice cracked as she sat there, knelt down in front of him, embarrassed in a way she had never been before. “I don’t know what to say.”

Severus sat on the ottoman, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands hanging limp between and took her in. Her hair was a wild tangle of waves and curls the color of lightly creamed coffee. She was petite and sweetly curved with a mind more brilliant than any he had ever come across. There was no doubt that she had grown into a lovely young woman, but what he wanted to know was what brought her into his home and into his arms out of thin air.

“Ms. Granger…how did you end up here last night?” He asked.

“I was stressed and had some wine…”

“Some wine? Don’t you mean a bottle or two?” He interrupted her with an arched brow.

“Alright, I had a bottle of wine…and then I began thumbing through a spell book I bought recently.” She pulled her bottom lip between her and rubbed her sweating palms on her thighs. “I cast a spell.”

“You performed magic under the influence? That is highly irresponsible, Ms. Granger. What spell did you cast?” He had never known her to be irresponsible. She was headstrong and sometimes acted before she thought things through clearly, but she was never irresponsible.

“The Heart’s Desire.” She whispered.

“What’s that?” He couldn’t hear her while she stared at the floor and mumbled.

“I cast The Heart’s Desire….” She raised her eyes and watched the shock register on his face. It was just a twitch near his eye and a clenching of his jaw but she had watched him closely over the years, she could recognize his reactions when others saw nothing.

“And it brought you to me?” He asked, his jaw tight.

“Yes, it appears that you are my heart’s desire. Funny, huh?” She tried to sound flippant but it came out nervous and sad.

“Ha Ha.” He wasn’t amused. Was he ever amused? The closest she had seen him come to laughter was when Draco hexed her teeth. “Explain.”

“I-I…don’t think I have an explanation. I cast the spell and ended up here, that’s it.” She shrugged.

“You said ‘I knew it was you.’ ‘it was always you’. What does that mean?” He watched her rise from the floor and rub her knees beneath the hem of her skirt as she walked towards the window. “Don’t be evasive, Ms. Granger, tell me what it means.”

What choice did she have but to tell him? He would know if she were lying, he always knew when she was lying.

“I am destined to want the unattainable.” She muttered before taking a deep breath and turning towards him. “What it means is that since I was old enough to understand what my body’s urges meant…they have been primarily directed at you.”

There was no hiding his expression then. He was clearly shocked…at least she prayed it was shock and not revulsion she saw in his eyes, it was difficult to tell.

“Do you think you are funny?” He asked harshly, rising from the ottoman. He was angry. She wasn’t expecting that one. “You think it’s amusing to lie to me? Did you come here last night on a bet? See if you could convince me that you had an interest in me for years so that you and your idiot friends could have a laugh? I get so few hours away from that bloody school and its hellions and you disrupt what little solitude I have with this nonsense!” He rolled his eyes and turned his back on her.

“No! Why would I do something like that? Think about it, you know me, would I do something like that?” She couldn’t believe he would think her capable of doing something so callous, so cruel and so very immature.

“Just get out, Ms. Granger. Tell your friends you failed and stay away from me.” He said just before he walked out of his bedroom and left her.

~@~

Hermione was agitated as she walked out of her bathroom and ran her fingers through her wet hair. It had been a few days since the Valentines Day debacle and her pride still smarted from the blow. She had admitted to him, finally, that she had feelings for him, though granted she wasn’t specific but he hadn’t believed her. He threw her out on her arse without even considering that she might be telling the truth. She was torn between anger that he thought her capable of being so devious and pity that he believed himself unlovable.

She was only half dressed wearing nothing but a little slip of a nightgown after her shower. It had been a long day at the office and she couldn’t wait to get out of her work robes and into something comfortable. The spell book still lay open on her dining table and when she saw it her mind drifted back to Valentines Day. She closed her eyes and thought about kissing him. That memory was coming to her more vividly, haunting her dreams at night and randomly coming to her during the day. It was the only good thing she could bring to mind about that horrible day.

In the memory she was kissing him but in her fantasy version he was kissing her back, his tongue sliding back against hers, his lips moving in tandem with hers. His hands weren’t trying to push her away but were pulling her closer. She could feel them pulling her…well, something was pulling her. She opened her eyes with a loud shriek when she began to fall, landing with a thud on a hard surface. The draft registered first and she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth as she looked around.

“Sir…there’s an almost naked lady on your desk.” Hermione spun around and glanced behind her, her eyes wide when she saw a teenaged boy sitting in a chair staring at her in awe. Behind him, with his arms crossed over his chest, was Professor Snape glowering at her.

“Nicholas, report to Filch for detention, we will continue our discussion later.” He said, his eyes never leaving Hermione.

“But she’s almost naked, Sir…can I stay…please?” His voice cracked as the young man eyed her in a way that made her feel almost violated.

“Now, Nicholas, I will not tell you again.” Snape said firmly, nudging the boy in the back of the head with his elbow. “Go.”

“Yes, Headmaster.” He said in a sulky tone as he edged from the office slowly, never taking his eyes off of Hermione until the door closed completely.

“Explain yourself.” Severus demanded, trying not to notice that she was in fact, almost naked. The thin, purple material clung to every curve and the drafty castle had her nipples puckering and pressing against the front begging for his attention.

“Um….I don’t have an explanation.” She said.

“You landed on my desk barely clothed and you have no explanation? Hitting the wine early?” He was being an asshole, he knew it, didn’t care. She was messing with his life, making him think about things he didn’t want to think about, things better left alone.

“Not a single sip, I swear.” She held up her hand as though swearing an oath and Severus felt a stirring below the belt when her unfettered breasts shimmied beneath the gown. “And I am clothed, I’m wearing a nightgown.”

“Is that what you call it? Doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” He said, his eyes raking over her. Instead of intimidating her however it only served to bring her to awareness. Severus Snape wasn’t exactly indifferent to her. Maybe he had never considered her as anything other than a former student before but he certainly saw her as something different now. Deciding to test this new theory she slid off of his desk and squealed a little when her bare feet landed on the cold stone floor.

“And have you imagined?” She asked, walking towards him.

“I’m not interested in playing your games, Ms.Granger. Please leave and stop this nonsense.” His brow furrowed and he extended his arm, pointing at the fireplace indicating that she should use it.

“Why do you assume I am playing games?” She asked, stepping closer until they were only a few inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of shampoo and the lotion she used on her skin after her shower. It was temptation, one he couldn’t give into. He would never be the butt of another woman’s joke, once was more than enough.

“Go home and stop….popping up at random!” He snapped, trying not to stare down the front of her gown.

“That’s a bit of a problem, I understand the first time, I cast the spell, but I don’t know how I ended up here this time, I wasn’t doing magic…I was just thinking about you.” She said softly. She reached up to touch him but he backed away so she let her hand fall back to her side.

“Well don’t, now leave.” He walked out on her once again, leaving her standing barely clothed in the middle of his office still no closer to her hearts desire.

~@~

Hermione was now a witch on a mission. Severus Snape might not be as unattainable as she originally thought, he was a stubborn bastard but then again she was rather stubborn herself. All she needed to do was keep at him, besides; she didn’t really have a choice. After landing in his office unexpectedly she had taken another look at the spell. It seemed that in her inebriated state she hadn’t taken the time to finish reading the page. At the very bottom was the warning…. Be very certain that you know what you want for once cast, there is no going back, you will have no peace until your heart’s desire is consummated. Until your two hearts and bodies merge your desires will carry you to your hearts desire again and again.

It seemed that if she was going to be drinking she would need to lock her spell books up in the future lest she cast another impulsive spell destined to change her life. She wasn’t as freaked out as she probably should be given that she would forever be popping in and out of Snape’s life unless she could convince him that she was the witch for him. Not the easiest task she had ever had set before her but with a little persistence and the help of a rather convenient, if drunkenly cast, spell she would have him. She hoped.

She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom and examined the fit of her newly purchased lingerie. Violet silk sat low on her hips, an inch of lace edging framing the delta between her thighs and the smooth skin below her navel. Her breasts were held high and pressed together by a matching bra with a tiny rhinestone clip nestled between them, her cleavage rather impressive even to her own eyes. She didn’t look too bad. She would have liked to have had longer legs, maybe smaller hips and more definition to her tummy but she didn’t look bad, she looked like a normal woman.

He didn’t seem to mind that she wasn’t a centerfold model. His eyes had gone all hot and smoky when he saw her in the nightgown. Whether or not he would admit it, he had liked what he saw and she intended to use that to her advantage. She turned again and wondered what he would be like at full passion. Would he undress her slowly or would he rip the flimsy material off of her in the heat of the moment? The thought of it had her body heating and her head spinning. No…it wasn’t her head spinning, it was the room.

“Oh shit.” She said just before she found herself freefalling. Thankfully she didn’t land on her backside and she prayed that he wasn’t in public given that she was in her knickers. No, she found herself held firmly against a strong, broad chest with water pelting down on her from above, not rain, but very hot water. She opened her eyes and stared at a smattering of silky curls with droplets of water clinging to them.

“Now you go too far!” Her eyes lifted slowly and settled on he sharp angles and plains of his face, his hair slicked back and dripping as the shower pelted them with steamy hot water.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” She realized that she had ‘popped in’ on his shower. She was in his arms and he was naked. Naked…oh dear sweet Merlin he was naked! So maybe she wasn’t so sorry after all. He was naked and she was nearly naked, seemed like an opportunity to press her suit. She stepped back and let her eyes drop, blatantly taking the opportunity to check out the “goods” so to speak. He saw her, knew what she was doing because the brazen witch didn’t even try to hide it as she scanned his body. Her boldness offered him the opportunity to have a look at her as well and it nearly caused his heart to burst out of his chest.

She was wearing two scraps of soaked purple satin and lace and those were now formed to the round globes of her breasts and he could clearly see the details of the petals of her sex between her thighs. His cock twitched and began to fill, lengthening, hardening, reaching out for the woman standing in front of him.

“Oh my.” She said in a breathy tone as his member stood out in greeting. Long, thick and nicely shaped it fairly begged for her to reach out and touch. And she did, her hand moving forward of its own volition intending to clasp, stroke and learn the shape of him but he stopped her, grabbing her around the wrist and bringing her hand up between them.

“Don’t.” Severus said tightly.

“I want to.” She answered her other hand wrapping around his heated length and squeezing.

“Gods damn it!” He grabbed her other wrist and pulled her hand away. He pushed her until her back hit the cold shower wall and pinned her wrists. “Stop it! Why are you doing this? Why do you persist in this?”

“I don’t have a choice. I want you, always have and from the looks of that you want me too.’ She said.

“I want a lot of things, Ms. Granger; it doesn’t mean they are good for me.” He felt her toes sliding up the back of his leg; he hadn’t even realized that she had moved her leg.

“I think…that you…would be good to me.” She said softly, her eyes lowering and her lips going soft. “I know I would be good to you.”

“You are the most tenacious witch…do you not understand that your games are hurtful? That what you are doing for laughs affects me?” The softness of her inner thigh caressed the side of his hip, her foot pressing into the back of his thigh as she urged him closer.

“Not a game and do you see me laughing?” He moved forward slightly, wishing his body would listen to him and NOT move towards her. “Kiss me.’

“What do you want from me, witch?” He demanded harshly as the water pelted his back. “Do you want me to admit that I want you? Fine, I admit it, I want you. You have grown into a beautiful and desirable woman and any man with a pulse is going to react to that. Do I want to take you to bed and fuck you senseless? Oh bloody hell yes, I do. But it would be a mistake, one I am not willing to take a chance on.”

“Fine, I’ll kiss you.” She didn’t want to hear his argument against moving forward, she chose only to hear the part where he said he wanted her, the rest was filtered out. She moved forward and captured his lips with hers, trying to show him that she meant it, that she wasn’t playing the game he was so convinced she played. He didn’t resist, letting her seduce his response from him and that was just what she did. He couldn’t NOT respond. Not with the delicate swirl of her tongue inside his mouth, the soft suckling of his lips and the gentle rake of her teeth. It was as though he were under her spell, and maybe he was because there he was standing in a shower that was quickly growing cold, buck naked with a nearly naked witch half his age in his arms.

“You need to go.” He said hoarsely as he pulled away from her.

“You don’t want me to go.” She said, wrapping her arms around him when he released her wrists.

“What I want and what is right are two different things. You need to go.” He pulled her arms from around his neck and turned his back to her. He turned off the shower and reached for the towel on the shower door before stepping out and leaving her alone, wet and shivering in the shower.

~@~

It was late as Hermione crawled into her bed. She lay on her side and stared out the window at one of the rare nights when there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and every star could be seen. It had been a rough month, a month of rejection and confusion. A month of randomly falling into the arms of a man she wanted and who wanted her back but refused to give in to it. He hadn’t been swayed by the fact that the spell required consummation but he had been royally pissed off to learn that what seemed like such a simple spell had no reversal. He yelled at her then, called her a reckless amateur.

His words hurt but they didn’t change what was. Didn’t change the spell or what it meant. Didn’t change what she felt, what she had always felt. She wanted him. Wanted him to kiss her, hold her, touch her, take her. She wanted him to be happy to see her, just once. She felt the spinning begin and groaned.

“Here we go again.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes tight as the freefall began. This time she landed somewhere soft, bouncing once before her body settled.

“So now I am not permitted to sleep in peace either.” Hermione rolled towards the voice and saw Severus lying on his back with his head turned towards her.

“I can’t help it. When I think of you I am brought to you.” She rolled onto her side to face him. He looked tired.

“You were thinking about me…dressed like that?” He asked, looking at the silky slip of a nightgown covering her. The shiny black fabric caught the light from the moon shining through his window and he itched to rub it between his fingers.

“I was in bed.” She inched a little closer to him and was shocked when he didn’t inch backwards.

“I’m tired.” He said.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” She was only an inch or two away from him and still he didn’t move away.

“I wasn’t asleep. I didn’t mean that sort of tired.” He rolled towards her and stared into her eyes. “I can’t keep pushing you away and I can’t take the chance of pulling you closer. What am I supposed to do?”

“Why? Why can’t you pull me closer?” She reached out and stroked his brow tenderly.

“I’ll not allow another woman to make a fool of me. Never again, Hermione.” He said her name. He never said her name, always it was Ms.Granger.

“I wouldn’t do that, Severus. I would never do anything to hurt you, I promise.” She scooted the remainder of the void between them and pressed herself close to him. It was a relief to touch him and not have him pull away.

“Do you have any idea what this will do to us? What people will say?” He wanted to find a reason not to let his guard down but every excuse he tried sounded flimsy. She was right, she wasn’t like other witches, and he had known that all along just as he had known, somewhere deep inside, that she wasn’t playing games. She wasn’t Lily and he needed to stop comparing every woman to her. He needed to stop thinking that everyone was out to hurt him. Maybe…maybe he should consider that she meant what she said. The spell had brought her to him again and again, perhaps she really did desire him.

“Yes, I know what it will do to us. It will ease the loneliness that we both feel, it will give us something to look forward to, someone to care for…someone to love. People will say…who cares what people will say? I don’t, it’s none of their business.” She pushed the blanket further down his torso, biting her lip and praying he didn’t decide to back out on her now. The blanket rested over his hip and she looked into his eyes and felt her stomach tighten in reaction. He wanted her, it was there in his eyes and she knew, knew that this time he couldn’t find the willpower to push her away. She jumped, startled when he flung the blankets away. He was naked and aroused but she didn’t get the chance to enjoy the sight because he pulled her into his arms and rolled her onto her back beneath him.

“You’re right; it’s none of their business.” For the first time since their strange dance began he kissed her. He didn’t just kiss her, he claimed her. He took ownership of her mouth with his lips, teeth and tongue. The façade of calm collected coolness vanished and the firmly banked fire flashed out of control. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to if it meant he stopped kissing her. His tongue was long and rather agile as he tickled the inside of her mouth and the underside of her top lip. It tangled with hers in a way that was so carnal she felt it between her thighs. She wanted to feel it between her thighs and hoped like hell he was a man whose hungers ran to areas down south.

His lips left hers but she couldn’t be too disappointed as they moved to her ear, nibbling the soft lobe lightly before making a light snack of her throat. He sucked and raked his teeth over the tight tendons, marking her and keeping her skin covered in goose bumps. He sipped and licked at her collar bones, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of her throat while his hands pulled at the hem of her nightgown, tugging it up over her hips. With a softly ordered ‘lift up’ he had it over her head and flung across the room before she even settled back to the mattress.

Large, long fingered hands slid along the curve of her waist and over her ribcage to cup her breasts, squeezing gently and brushing his calloused fingertips over her sensitive nipples.

“I have never felt anything as soft as you.” His rich, raspy voice vibrated against her nipple just before his tongue curled around it.

“Oh…Severus.” She shoved her fingers into his hair and groaned, arching her back and pressing his head closer to her breast. She never dreamed that such passion lay beneath the…well; let’s face it…sinister exterior. He laved and sucked on her nipples, raking his teeth over them lightly and making her scream softly as the intense sensations rocketed through her. “I can’t…please…I want to touch you too.”

“No…if you touch me now this will end before it begins.” He let his fingertips trail lightly over the soft curve of her stomach, tracing the shallow dent of her navel. “Hermione…I haven’t been with a woman in a very, very long time.”

“It’s been awhile for me too.” She sucked in her stomach involuntarily when his fingers were replaced by his mouth. He placed soft, wet kisses against her belly, his tongue dipping into the shadowed bellybutton then licking the sensitive skin below.

“Open.” He ordered hoarsely. She parted her legs but it apparently wasn’t enough because he laid his hands on her inner thighs and forced her legs wide open. “That’s what I want.”

She was bare, something he hadn’t expected but found incredibly arousing. He could see everything, the smooth swollen lips that were flowering open to reveal the wet, pink center pearled with moisture, the swollen clit peeking from its hood, burgeoning with blood and eager for attention. The heady, sweet fragrance of her arousal had his head spinning and his cock straining. He parted her lips with the fingers of one hand, her sweet moan and the jerk of her hips encouraging him to explore further. He trailed a fingertip down one side and then the other, circling her clit but never touching it directly.

She grew wetter right before his eyes, her hips making little circles as she tried to get him to touch her where she needed it most. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, his fingertip sliding lower and circling the dripping opening before dipping inside. Her sleek, hot flesh closed around his finger, so tight that he groaned as he imagined how it was going to feel caressing and pulsing along the length of his cock. He fingered her gently, watching the digit slide in and out of her pussy.

“God, Severus, you’re killing me!” She keened, reaching down with one hand and fisting it in his hair, reaching back for the headboard with the other. He withdrew his finger and watched it glisten with her cream. He licked his finger, wrapping his lips around it and tasting her unique feminine flavor. Without warning his tongue was sliding through her heat, the tip dipping inside her and curling up before wriggling over the silky flesh and settling on the firm protrusion at the top. He circled and flicked his tongue back and forth, round and round. He had to press his forearm across her pelvis to hold her in place as her writhing grew out of control. He wasn’t ready to stop, her taste was addictive and he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her, he knew that without a doubt.

Her moans grew louder and he was grateful that they weren’t at the school, that she had come to him in his home where there were no students to hear, no portraits to watch and no ghosts to spy and gossip. They were alone, completely alone and they had all the time in the world, time for him to savor the woman moving so sensuously against his lips. He slid his middle finger into her just as he fastened his lips around her clit and sucked. Her reaction was…incredible. Her body arched and the hoarse cry that escaped her lips reverberated in the room. The walls of her sex shuddered then clamped tightly around his finger, pulsing and caressing him as her orgasm shook her body until she was a trembling, whimpering, beautiful mess in the center of his bed.

He kissed his way up her body, soft kisses meant to soothe, meant to demonstrate how grateful he was for what she was giving him, sharing with him. She clutched his shoulders and pulled at him until he was lying in the cradle of her thighs, his weight supported by his arms as he stared down at her. His hair was mussed and hanging down, shadowing his face but she could see the glint in his eyes, the need that she echoed. She was good for him, she knew it with everything in her, she always had and finally he was seeing it too. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as the realization hit that this was it, she was finally going to have the unattainable, the man of her dreams.

“Don’t cry.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks and lowered his head to kiss her softly.

“Happy tears.” She pushed his hair back from his face and curled her hand around the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss. “Now, take me now.” He kissed her lightly and adjusted his hips; he was so hard that he didn’t need to take his cock in hand to find her center. His tip notched into the soft, wet niche of her body and he pressed forward, parting the slick flesh and slowly sliding his shaft inside her. She felt like a dream, so tight, so hot and wet. The silky walls of her pussy caressing him as he slid forward and pulled back only to go deeper when he pressed forward again.

It was too much and yet not enough. Despite being buried balls deep inside her he wanted to be deeper, was compelled to crawl inside her. He had never, never felt anything close to what he was feeling in that moment. He was connected to her, a part of her in a way that was more than just physical. She was meant to be his. How was that possible when every standard of society said it was wrong? Her hands slipped down his back and settled into the dip at the base of his spine.

“Severus, don’t stop, please.” She pleaded.

“Hold on to me. Don’t let go.” He wanted to feel her arms around him, needed to feel it. He was opening himself to her, allowing himself to be vulnerable again for the first time in decades and he prayed it wasn’t a mistake. Her arms and legs came around him, holding him close to her. He cast his doubts aside and gave himself over to making love to her. He pumped into her with a steady motion, sliding deep and withdrawing almost completely before sinking in once more. Her body caressed his and with every plunge she would squeeze him in a way that made his eyes roll back and his spine burn.

Her heels dug into his flexing backside, pulling him harder, urging him faster and he was helpless to resist. Her body had demands that he was unwilling to ignore, it helped that they were also the demands of his body.

“Oh….oh..oh..oh..oh...!” It seemed that even after several years he hadn’t forgotten the basics because her nails were digging hard into his shoulders and her eyelids were fluttering. “Severus…oh yes…” She held him tight, her arms and legs gripping him as her channel convulsed around him, clamping down and holding him deep as her muscles pulsed and caressed him to his own monumental release. He lurched against her, his face contorted as he shuddered in her arms and came inside her, flooding her with his seed.

“Merlin, woman.” He gasped, shifting slightly as he fell on her so she wasn’t bearing the entirety of his weight. “I have never felt anything like that.”

“Will you be offended if I said I had no idea you had it in you?” She was lightly stroking his back. He looked down at her and his lips twisted into a smirk.

“I’m not finished, witch. I have plenty in me still and…” he thrust against her gently, “I still have plenty in you.”

~@~

Severus sat at his desk looking over the school’s budget and stifling a yawn. He hadn’t slept the entire weekend. Well, there were moments, brief moments, of rest…cat naps really. The rest of the time was spent making love to a beautiful witch in every way imaginable. Making up for lost time as it were. He had certainly done that. He ached from the top of his head, thanks to her nails and hair pulling, to the tips of his toes, which he damaged when he kicked the footboard trying to get some leverage to really give it to the demanding witch.

The door to his office opened and he saw her head pop through, a big smile on her face when she saw him.

“Visiting like a normal person? Not going to ‘pop’ in naked?” He teased, returning her smile.

“The spell is broken, we consummated our relationship.” She said, walking towards him.

“Relationship? Maybe I slept with you just so you would stop showing up all the damned time.” He smirked. He liked watching her move. Funny that it hadn’t affected him before she cast the spell. Did the fact that she wanted him change his perception of her? He wouldn’t dwell on it, it didn’t matter.

“You know, I might believe that if you had shoved me out of bed after the first time. But after the sixth or seventh time that reasoning loses something.” She smiled and draped herself across his lap. “I missed you.” She tucked her face against the side of his neck and began kissing the rough skin softly, stroking it with her tongue.

“It’s only been a few hours.” He said, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her lips on his flesh.

“I know that, sad isn’t it?” She said, lifting her head to smile at him.

“What are you here for, Hermione? If it’s sex I think I may be broken…at least for a few hours.” He smirked.

“No…I thought you might take me to tea.” She bussed his lips.

“Did you now?” She was raining kisses all over his face and he couldn’t help but chuckle. No one had ever shown him such light and playful affection.

“Oh yes, and when you finish for the day you are coming to my house for dinner and if you are a very good wizard I will give you a massage.” She grinned.

“Are you an angel?” A home cooked meal and massage sounded like heaven.

“No, but you are my heart’s desire and because of that I will give you everything that your heart desires.”

A/N: Not sure if I like this or not but it was there and wouldn’t go away. It was something I wrote to take a break from another store…an original and a fanfic in the works….it may not stay up for long ….anyhow, thank you for reading!!!! I adore you all. =)

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