A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 10 ~ Hermione Makes Her Move

Hermione lay next to Severus, who was sound asleep and snoring, his large nostrils pulsating with every rousing exhalation. The Potions Master was down for the count, several firewhiskeys combined with a very ardent round of sex taking their toll.

Hermione stared at his pale profile, having a battle of conscience. One she was losing. Being involved with a man who was a Slytherin had its price, the price being the absorption of some of his principles by association. Hermione knew what she was considering was wrong…but if she didn’t do something, she felt she would go mad. She loved Severus, she truly did…and understood his reasons for secrecy. But Hermione never liked being out of the loop. She was a natural snoop after all, her entire life dedicated to finding answers. Even answers she wasn’t supposed to find.

Carefully, she reached out and pushed Severus’ head softly. The wizard gave a terrible snort, frowned and turned his head to the side, facing away from her, but remained in a deep sleep. Only when he was with Hermione did the Potions Master sleep in such a manner. Subconsciously, he felt safe with the witch. In any other situation, he slept lightly, wand in hand, the slightest noise bringing him to instant consciousness and battle-readiness. Normally, this was a good thing.

But not tonight.

Hermione took a deep breath and swallowed down the guilt that tried to rise and thwart her.

“Legilimens,” she whispered, entering the sleeping wizard’s mind.

Hermione looked about. Normally, the images of a person’s memories were clearly visible, but Severus’ mind was full of darkness, a few flickers of light appearing here and there. His was no ordinary mind. Years of being a spy had made him wary and even in his sleep his thoughts were cloaked in Occlumency. This was not something he taught himself…it was his subconscious mind’s way of protecting him. If the wizard’s mind was left open with all the secrets it contained, someone could access it and he could be killed. Self preservation was in full effect.

“Damn it, Severus,” Hermione said to herself, walking through the empty space, “Even in your sleep you keep your secrets.”

But she was determined to find out something…anything.

Severus let out a huge snore and Hermione pulled out for a moment, staring down at him. No, he was still asleep. She waited several minutes, then slipped back into his mind. She was in incorporeal form and looked as she did in the real world.

“I need to do something to stimulate his mind without waking him,” she said to herself, “If I try talking to him like this and he focuses on me…he will wake up the moment I ask him anything about what he’s doing, because I have no right to do that.”

Hermione tapped her finger to her chin for several moments, then smiled wickedly as she figured out how to approach this problem. She was in the world of thought, and thought was as mutable and changeable as water. She looked down at herself and concentrated.

Hermione’s form changed. Her robes became bright orange with blue stars and her head topped off with a matching pointed hat. She grew taller and thinner, losing all her curves. Her curly chestnut hair straightened, lengthened and turned white. A long, white beard sprouted, reaching below her waist and her nose grew long and crooked. Her eyebrows bushed up, her amber eyes turned blue and began to twinkle. A pair of half-moon glasses rested on her nose and she adjusted them before looking down at herself.

She was the spitting image of Albus Dumbledore. A very outrageously dressed Albus Dumbledore. Still, his appearance would seem quite normal to Severus, who was used to the old wizard’s sometimes gaudy attire.

Hermione considered how Albus might address Severus to get information from him. She didn’t want to ask too many questions or it might trigger the Potions Master to awaken. She thought about it, then took a deep breath.

“Severus, please give me an update on the current situation,” she said.

At first, nothing happened. Then slowly, images began to appear around her. He and Draco standing against a wall as a revel went on around them, then the pair killing suffering victims with the Avada Kedavra curse, their faces stoic.

Then there were conversations. Mostly about where the next revels were to be held. Then she heard the name of Bellatrix LeStrange. Severus and Draco were looking for her, had to find her. Why?

The pair attended revel after revel, sleeping in the houses of fellow Death Eaters, sharing meals, drinking and pretending to enjoy themselves. Neither participated in any of the twisted acts, Severus feigning impotency as a result of a potions experiment gone bad and Draco claiming to have contracted a terrible new wizarding STD that he had healers working on day and night. Ooh, that lie had to be embarrassing.

Devon Rosier appeared. He wanted the elixir to create a new Dark Lord from among the Death Eaters. Oh no! And what was this? Voldemort’s child? Voldemort had a son and Bella had him? Oh dear gods!

Hermione pulled out of Severus’ mind, clapping her hand over her mouth in horror as she looked down on the wizard. No wonder he didn’t share any of this with her or anyone. It was too horrible. The Death Eaters were trying to raise another Voldemort, and Bellatrix LeStrange had a blood descendant of the despot in her clutches, no doubt intending on placing him on his father’s throne. The wizarding world was blissfully unaware of this. If word got out…there would be panic, and not only that but most likely those involved would go deep underground and know a spy was in their midst.

Severus would be the first person they would blame since he worked for Albus. Most likely the Death Eaters wouldn't wait for proof. They had a "better safe than sorry" policy. Severus would be killed just because of the possibility.

“Oh Severus,” Hermione breathed down at him.

Suddenly the wizard roused, his eyes fluttering open. Hermione quickly composed herself, hoping her horror wouldn’t show. Severus’ black eyes shifted toward her.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked her sleepily, shifting toward the witch a little.

“I just woke up. I have to use the loo,” Hermione lied, climbing over him and exiting the bed. Severus’ eyes rested on her ass as she walked into the bathroom. She was naked.

“Mmm,” he said to himself, stretching luxuriously.

Severus sat up and poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher on the nightstand and drank it down. Hermione flushed the loo, washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom. Severus was sitting up, resting against the headboard, his dark eyes resting on her body. The sheet was drawn up around his waist, but Hermione could see it jumping slightly in his loin area as she approached.

Severus suddenly yanked the sheet away, his pale cock standing at attention as he smirked at her.

“Need a bit of help getting back to sleep?” he asked her, “I can give you a ‘shot.’”

Hermione couldn’t help laughing as she stopped by the side of the bed and looked at his huge erection.

“That’s quite a needle,” she responded, though she did feel a bit of heat. It wasn’t the Potions Master’s readiness that caused it, however. It was a desire to feel closer to him after what she found out. How much pressure was the wizard under to find Voldemort’s child and stop the creation of a new Dark Lord?

Hermione climbed into the bed and straddled Severus’ lap, trapping his cock between their bodies, wrapping her arms around the wizard’s neck and kissing him tenderly. Severus felt the love in her kiss and when she pulled away, stared at her for a moment.

“That was quite a kiss,” he said to her.

“You’re quite a wizard,” Hermione breathed at him, her eyes full of love.

Severus wondered what he had done to inspire such tenderness in the witch. The way she was looking at him was wonderful, but slightly disturbing. Usually he had to do something nauseatingly sweet to get Hermione to look at him the way she was now.

“What’s going on, Hermione?” he asked her, frowning slightly.

“I’ve decided I’m going to stay with you, Severus…until the bitter end,” she replied. “I love you so much. No matter how long you’re gone…I’ll be here waiting for you when you return. You can count on that now. I’m not leaving you.”

Now that Hermione knew what the Potions Master was dealing with and how important it was, she felt able to make a commitment to the wizard. She also felt a great remorse for adding to his burdens by her coolness and the unspoken threat of leaving him. It was so obvious he needed her.

Severus stared at Hermione for a moment, then crushed her to him in a powerful embrace, his heart pounding against hers. The Potions Master didn’t speak for several minutes, but Hermione could feel his emotion as he held her. Finally he released her.

“Thank you, Hermione,” he said softly, the silkiness of his voice slightly hoarsened. Yes, what the witch said had affected him deeply. Hermione was his and would remain his no matter what. A bit of the weight he felt lifted as he held the witch, staring into her eyes. His cock pulsed against her belly. He wanted her.

Hermione felt the throb and smiled at him softly.

“Shall we consummate our new agreement?” she asked the wizard.

“Yessss,” Severus hissed at her, locking his hands behind her back as she leaned back and shifted so she could mount him. Severus groaned as her tightness slid over him, the angle of his penetration absolutely delicious. Hermione’s eyes went half-lidded as he filled her with his hardness.

“I love you,” she said again, beginning to move, thrusting her pelvis back and forth slowly, fucking the wizard.
Severus’ eyes rolled up into his head when she whirled her hips around him, rotating his cock inside her soft, sweet body. She began thrusting again, Severus content to let her control the act for now, the wizard crooning with pleasure as her pussy caressed his length, tightening and releasing as Hermione used her inner muscles. She was a far cry from the innocent little virgin he had taken in his lab two years ago. She applied herself to sex as ardently as she did to anything else in her life. And she was exquisite.

Severus fell to her throat, kissing, sucking and licking it passionately, his pale hands caressing every inch of her body, savoring the softness of her skin, burying his fingers in her curling mane. Every inch of Hermione Granger was a blessing, a gift, a place of solace from the storm that was his existence, and as she moved over him Severus felt as if he could live forever with her in his life. She was the fire that fueled his soul now. She would never be extinguished.

The wizard locked his mouth to Hermione’s lips, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her, his passion taking over as he began to thrust up into the witch, hitting her deeply, trying to bury himself in her body….in her love, Hermione beginning to cry out against his lips with every stroke.

Suddenly Severus released her mouth and straightened his legs, pushing the witch down so she lay flat on her back. He was still inside her. The wizard leaned forward, catching Hermione by the waist and pulling her back and forth over his cock as he stared down at her jerking body, her full breasts bouncing deliciously, her skin covered in a slight sheen of perspiration. She was crying out his name, and Severus growled.

“Yes, witch…yes,” he purred at her, drawing her over him faster and harder, plowing into her body, claiming every inch of it as his own. He stopped stroking for a moment to bend further and kiss and lick her breasts before resuming his possession, Hermione arching and babbling as she approached climax. Severus’ hands shifted from her waist to her shoulders, his hips shifting back and forth, his cock pounding into her, Hermione howling, her voice becoming shriller the way it did when she was about to come.

Severus felt her heating up under his hands and pulled her up again, wrapping his pale arms around her body, every vein bulging as he lifted her up and down, driving into her passionately, determined to take her over. Her breasts slid up and down against his chest, her head flung back, her eyes unfocused as the Potions Master took her to the pinnacle.

“Come for me, Hermione” he panted at the witch, “Show me how I make you feel. Show me who you belong to…”

Hermione let out a shriek and locked down on Severus, who let out a howl of his own as her hot release washed over him, triggering his own release. He locked his mouth to hers, their tongues entwining as their bodies and souls blended in bliss, pleasure rolling over them, lifting them to the heights and holding them there for one eternal moment before they plummeted back to earth, hanging on to each other, shuddering and quaking as they fell back into separate beings…separate, but still connected.

Severus held Hermione tightly, his face buried in her hair as the last delicious pulses of his release died down, the scent of jasmine, perspiration and sex filling his nostrils. Hermione still pulsed around him, soft, wet and comforting. The wizard sighed with satisfaction and kissed Hermione, who was rather limp as she felt Severus softening inside of her.

“I’ll never tire of you,” the Potions Master said, brushing Hermione’s hair out of her face. A few tendrils stuck to it. She looked at him, her amber eyes sleepy and soft.

“I won’t let you,” she replied rather hoarsely, “If I have to reinvent myself every day.”

Holding her carefully, Severus slid down in the bed, making sure Hermione was able to straighten her legs. He held her on top of him, her hair draping over his shoulders as he adjusted his head on the pillows.

“You have to reinvent nothing, witch. You are already exactly what I need. Stay as you are…brilliant, driven, argumentive and aggravating. It’s what I…I like about you,” Severus said, hedging a little. That “L” word was daunting.

Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.

“What you ‘like’ about me?” she asked him.

Severus looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“Yes,” he replied, swallowing a bit. He knew he should have said something stronger…deeper than what he did.

But Hermione understood. She let him suffer for a little bit, then kissed him lightly and affectionately on the lips.

“It’s what I ‘like’ about you too,” she said, rolling off of him.

Severus slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled Hermione into his side, savoring her softness and warmth. He kissed her temple, then let out another satisfied and rather relieved sigh as her head rested against his shoulder.

“Then we are in agreement,” he said sleepily, his eyes growing heavy.

“Yes we are, Severus Snape,” Hermione replied, her voice heavy with sleep. The wizard’s residual ache pulsed inside her, but she was used to it.

And loved it.

Hermione let out a sigh of her own and snuggled against Severus, who was already asleep and letting out the beginning noises of what would become snores. He couldn’t help it. With a nose that large a lot of air moved through those nasal passages. Hermione was used to that too.

It was a noise she could live with for the rest of her life.

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A/N: Ah, sneaky, brilliant Hermione. I had to tinker with the Legilimency aspect a bit, making entering a sleeping mind a bit like entering a pensieve…but I’ve done it before in a number of stories. Now she knows the deal and is able to commit herself to the wizard. But what a secret to know. Still, that won’t save them from the upcoming situation…heh heh. It’s going to be a lulu too. But that is still a few chapters away. Thanks for reading.

A/A/N: For those of you reading Emmet’s story, I wrote this chapter to Song first because we all know the next chapter concerning Emmet is going to be quite a focal point. I started it this morning, then kind of went blank. Let’s face it…I’m a woman writing about a man’s first sexual experience, nothing I remotely know about. But Emmet is sensitive, thoughtful and has a sweet, caring nature and hopefully I will be able to capture his emotions as well as the physical experience. I needed to clear my head a bit, so wrote this first. The lemons between Severus and Hermione were rather emotional too…so I think I might be able to do Emmet’s first experience some justice. Anyway, just wanted to let ya’ll know I am still focused on “It’s All a Matter of Choice.” Those of you on AFF not aware of this story, it is an original work that I am making available to readers by donation. It’s my way of supplementing my income. :) You can read the prologue at http://www.theburningpen.com/teaser/prologue.html and the reviews at http://www.theburningpen.com/teaser/guestlog.htm if you are interested. It’s a romance, but also a story of growth along several plotlines and dealing with manipulation by loved ones. Thanks.