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The Headmaster's Wife	By : Mrs_HH Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 96906 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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How Wrong Can You Be, Ron?
The early morning sunlight drifted into Hermione's bedroom enveloping the bed in a soft, autumnal glow. Severus wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming as he felt Hermione's warm, steady breath on his bare chest. More to the point, if he was awake he was in a gloriously warm daze and if he was dreaming, he didn't want to wake up. He planted a lingering kiss into her hair and lay there revelling in the warmth of her naked body.
They hadn't slept much that night. Hermione had stood in his office and told him to come to bed. He couldn't resist. Carrying her into the bedroom, he laid her on the bed and into a blur of passion.
Severus had swiftly removed Hermione's top as he greedily explored her mouth. She knew he'd removed it without magic but wasn't sure exactly when they broke apart for long enough to enable it to go over her head. She then ripped his shirt off him. Literally. Buttons flew everywhere before she roughly pushed the garment from his body.
Next to go was her bra. Severus was impatient tonight. Normally, he would take his time to admire the quality of the lace or satin which confined a pair of breasts, but this bra was in his way. It was surplus to requirements and was banished rather unceremoniously to a far corner of the room. Now, the raven-haired wizard had unrestricted access to his witch's upper body, and he was determined to discover all of her yet unexplored pleasure points. However, as he lowered his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, a strange sensation overtook him. It was guilt, but he in no way felt guilty about what he was doing, just that he was the only one doing any exploring.
Severus Snape had always been dominant in bed, although he was not into domination. That kind of relationship had been quite prevalent amongst his Death Eater associates and aside from a light spanking or the use of silk scarves, he didn't see the appeal of that lifestyle. No, where Severus needed to feel dominant―to feel in control―was in the giving of pleasure. He knew that the more pleasure he gave, the more pleasure he received, but he still needed that element of control. For a man caught between two masters, sex was one of the few areas of his life where he truly felt in control―even if it hadn't been as often as he'd have liked and had been nonexistent for nearly five years.
In fact, as he'd sat in his office earlier that evening, he tried to remember when he'd last had sex. It was in the guest room that he sometimes frequented at Malfoy Manor on the Christmas Eve before the Yule Ball. He'd chuckled softly as he recalled thinking, that's a Christmas present she won't forget in a hurry! as he watched the dishevelled woman, whom he'd shagged into the mattress, trying to make a dignified exit. However, there was a sting to the memory because he couldn't remember her name. In fact, he wasn't sure that he'd asked.
But something was very different when it came to Hermione. He somehow knew that he wanted an equal relationship with her both in and out of the bedroom, and he was determined to start as he meant to continue. Rolling onto his back and taking Hermione with him, he looked up to see her in all her bare-breasted glory. Until that moment, Severus had disliked having a witch on top, but he found himself mesmerised by this one. He reached up to move the curls that threatened to obscure his view of her soft, but pert globes, twisting one around his finger before sweeping it over her shoulder.
Smiling down at him, Severus saw the passion light in Hermione's eyes from her new vantage point. Before he could blink, her lips crashed against his, her tongue exploring his mouth as she ground her jean-clad core against his erection. The featherlight touches of her hair and breasts as they brushed up against his chest, tested his resolve not to flip her over, rip her jeans and thrust himself deep inside her, almost to his breaking point.
It was tested further as Hermione's teeth grazed Severus' ear. He'd forgotten how much he loved having that done to him, and as Hermione explored his neck and shoulders with teasing licks and nips, he rapidly remembered how much he enjoyed such simple yet pleasurable acts.
And yet he realised that the reason he was particularly enjoying these sensations was because Hermione was rather skilled with her mouth. He couldn't forget how he'd tingled when she'd flicked her tongue over his scar, and was beginning to imagine how good it would feel when she finally went anywhere near where he ultimately wanted her mouth to be. He didn't think he could get any harder, but that thought proved him wrong.
It was then that he realised that he'd groaned out loud as he felt her wild mane move down his body, and he looked down to watch her tongue swipe against his nipple.
Fuck, she's good.
Hermione smirked, and her gaze met his as she blew gently over his wet nub causing it to pebble before she moved to the other. She moved back up to kiss him, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth as her fingertips traced down his throat.
For the first time, Severus actually considered that not being fully in control was a very pleasant thing indeed. As her lips trailed down his neck once more and her warm breath caressed his skin, he had one overriding thought: She's so alive, and thank Merlin, I'm still alive to enjoy her.
All of a sudden, Hermione sat back, and instinctively Severus pulled his knees up to help support her. His eyes raked over her young, firm body and fell upon her perky tits. He was desperate to touch them, but as he reached up, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down by the side of his head. Her eyes burned into his and he thoroughly approved of the feral desire that he saw in them. She rocked her body above him as her lips crashed against his again. However, she broke the kiss and, still holding his wrists, she leaned forward more so that she was teasing him with her pert breasts.
Her nipples were so close to his mouth that all Severus had to do was lift his head and her delicious buds were between his lips, but as soon as he got close enough to claim his prize, she pushed herself up until she was just out of reach.
As much as Severus was enjoying himself, his internal restraints were beginning to fail as he moved beyond simply wanting to have her. However, he found himself surprised that what he was enjoying most, apart from having an eighteen-year-old body draped all over him, was that it was obvious that their lovemaking would never be purely physical. He desperately wanted to be inside her, but it wasn't just her body that turned him on. Despite her youth, she satisfied him intellectually; she stimulated every fibre of his being. She may have been a Gryffindor, but she could think like him, and he found that more arousing than he ever thought possible.
"I love you," he whispered as she finally allowed him to wrap his lips around her left nipple. His tongue lapped at it, causing her to keen softly. Using long, curling strokes to tease her stiffened peak further, he then relieved her aching, taut bud by sucking it into his mouth.
Lost in the sensation of his mouth on her, Hermione gasped as she felt his teeth graze her nipple firmly. She found herself loosening her grip on his wrists, and that was all Severus needed to throw her off balance to allow him to sit up and push her down onto his lap.
The dark-haired wizard took full advantage of her breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them gently as he continued to lavish attention on her nipples. He was amazed at how hard he could make them, and realised that when he closed his eyes, he could now picture her soft mounds perfectly―his years of being a spy and having to assess and memorise situations was serving him well. He also realised that he would die a happy man if these were the last naked tits that he ever saw.
The heat of her core was not lost on Severus either. The fact that he could feel it through not only his trousers but hers, too, made his desire to taste her directly―rather than from his fingers as he had done earlier―more urgent.
Hermione had reiterated her desire to be eaten out earlier, yet his meeting with Draco had prevented such pleasures. However, their first round of mutual masturbation had led to quite an interesting development.
Following their first orgasms by each other's hand, Severus could not resist the urge to lick her juices from his fingers, but had been surprised by Hermione's quiet request to taste his cum as well. The thought of her licking it up from his stomach was, he'd felt, far too crude an act this early on in their relationship. So instead, he dipped his finger into his ejaculate and brushed it over her lips lightly. Seeing her lick it from her lips before groaning, closing her eyes and sucking his finger into her mouth had left him speechless with a reinvigorated erection. He'd never been with anyone who seemed to savour him as much, and as she panted that she wanted more, it was enough to make him want to rip her knickers off and take her. However, he'd made her a promise―chivalrous fool that he was―and he would stick to it.
He slowly stroked his fingers up her back until his hands reached her shoulders. Pressing his fingers into her shoulders he massaged them as he devoured her mouth; his tongue stroking hers before breaking away to lick up her throat. As she arched backwards, he dipped his head again to capture a pebbled nipple whilst his arms continued to support her. Throwing her head back, she moaned his name and Severus had to admit that it was one of the most beautiful things that he'd ever heard―that and her laugh, which he'd somehow spent years failing to notice.
His name seemed to drip from her lips, and his usual contempt for the moniker his mother had collared him with dissipated. He'd always hated his name. It was a noble, pure-blood name his mother had told him; something of which he should be proud.
The trouble was, his father hated everything about the world that his wife came from, and he certainly resented his son. Having moved to Cokeworth when he was nearly three years old, he couldn't remember a time when his name was acceptable. You definitely didn't want to be called 'Severus' when you lived in a small run down mill town near Manchester.
At least when he shortened it to Sev―the name he's always called himself in his head―it sounded like Seb and a few of his earliest Muggle friends had mistakenly thought that his name was Sebastian. That was bad enough. That made it sound like he went to public school, but it was the lesser of two evils.
Of course, Lily didn't bat an eyelid when he told her his name was Severus although she always called him Sev. When he was Sev, everything was right with the world―even though that was far from the case. And then, after he threw it all away, she called him Severus and worse, Snivellus, and once again he hated his name. Finally, as an adult, he felt that he'd grown into a Severus. It was severe; it was stern according to the Latin definition. It was a name that deserved respect, but in the end, it was feared.
However, it was at his trial that he first began to realise the beauty of his name, but only when it came from the lips of one person. Hermione was one of the favoured few who could get away with calling him Sev, but when she called him Severus, his breath hitched. When she moaned his name, he was lost.
Pushing him back down onto the bed, Hermione began to kiss down his chest whilst picking out individual scars and tracing them with her tongue before asking how he received it. As he told her, she gently administered soft, lingering kisses along the scar's length. Some of the stories were horrific, but Severus knew that she deserved to know the truth. However, as she reminded him, these events were well and truly in his past.
But there was one set of scars on his right arm that Hermione found most curious. They were different from the rest, and when Severus began to chuckle as she kissed them, her curiosity was further piqued.
"What's so funny?" she asked, her brow furrowed as she awaited an answer.
"Nothing," Severus replied with a smirk, "but of all my scars these came from the most unexpected source."
Looking concerned, Hermione commanded, "Tell me."
"An orange menace by the name of Crookshanks," he informed her, resisting the temptation to call Hermione's cat a flea ridden carpet bag in deference to the fact that the beast had died only two weeks ago.
Hermione gasped. "Why the hell would Crooks attack you?"
Severus had gone quiet for a moment before he confessed. "On the night that I killed Albus, I'd just been confronted by Potter and sent my colleagues on their way, when I had a sudden urge to double back. I didn't know why until I neared the castle, and then I comprehended that I needed to try and explain my actions to you. I didn't want another irretrievable situation on my hands with someone whom I cared for―not that I understood why I cared for you at the time. All I knew was that you were haunting my dreams. Unfortunately, my search for you―albeit short―proved fruitless, so I covertly entered Gryffindor tower intent on leaving you a memory. However, I realised that my motivation was purely selfish and could have placed you, my position and Harry's mission in jeopardy, so I decided to withdraw. I turned to leave only to be greeted by your attack cat, who leapt hissing and snarling, claws bared and you can see the result before you."
Hermione was torn. Part of her felt guilty that she hadn't been there to let him explain his role in the events of that night, and the other part of her wanted to laugh at the tenacity of her much-loved and much-missed familiar. It was laughter that won out as Severus continued.
"I will admit that I felt quite put upon. First, Potter tried to use Sectumsempra against me―which would not have been pleasant―and then your damned cat assaulted me and it bloody stung."
Unable to contain her amusement, peals of laughter echoed around her bedroom as Hermione rolled onto her back and turned to look at the man lying beside her. "Oh my God, I can't get the image of the dreaded Severus Snape―our 'Dark Saviour'―being hurt by a little cat."
Feeling a little affronted, Severus' mouth fell open as he watched the giggling witch incredulously. But realising that Hermione's mirth was well meant, he rolled on top of her, growling playfully. "Find that funny, do you, witch?"
Hermione began giggling hysterically as Severus took advantage of his position, attacking her neck with his mouth and tickling her. She tried to knock him off balance so that he would stop his merciless assault upon her person by writhing beneath him, but this just spurred him on.
Eventually, Severus relented, stroking her hair as their breathing steadied after their exuberance, he looked deep into her eyes. Hermione was completely mesmerised by their depth and had to admit that she loved his eyes. Slowly, and without tearing his gaze away from her until very last moment, he lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her sweetly before their passion for each other ignited and they rolled around on the bed, fighting for dominance, hands wandering, lips engaged.
However, it was Severus who won out as he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head whilst he ensconced himself between her thighs. Pressing his forehead to hers, he heard her gasp as he ground his still-covered erection against her core.
Fuck, I want to be inside you, he thought to himself, hoping that it was to himself and not to her. He needed a distraction before he lost control and became overly persuasive, and knew exactly where to get it. Planting kisses down over her breasts and torso, Severus relished her soft whimpers as his lips brushed against the soft skin of her stomach until he reached the waistband of her jeans, and murmured as he undid the button, "God, I want to taste you."
However, as his fingers closed around the zip, he felt Hermione tense, and stopped what he was doing when he looked up to see panic in her eyes.
Responding to his questioning look, the young witch whispered hesitantly, 'Sev, I...I don't―"
"If you want me to stop, I will. I'll only do what you're comfortable with, sweetheart."
Hermione could feel her cheeks burn furiously. "No, I want you to, but...well, I...I don't know what to expect."
Moving back up her body, Severus kissed her nose. "I'll let you into a little secret: nobody ever does until they try."
His lips returned to her neck, and in amongst the kisses, he told her, "You've just got to let yourself go and let me take care of you. If you don't enjoy it, feel uncomfortable or want to try something else or simply stop, then tell me. I want to pleasure you, but only when you're ready."
"I am," she whispered, turning her head to kiss him.
Pulling back, Severus noticed how her chest was rising and falling more rapidly, and the fire was back in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
"May I?" he asked, positioning himself so that his lips hovered just above Hermione's belly button. Once her breathless permission was given, Severus pressed soft lingering kisses around her navel whilst slowly pulling down her zip. Encouraging her to lift her bottom, he swiftly removed her jeans but left her knickers on―he was going to enjoy taking them off.
Hermione sighed as long, languid caresses from Severus' fingertips and tongue moved up her body until his mouth claimed hers once more. He smirked as she bucked and arched against him, begging for his touch between her legs.
Kissing along her jawline to her ear, Severus grazed her earlobe with his teeth. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he whispered before his voice turned into liquid silk. "Are you certain that you want me to tease and suck your clitoris, lap up your delicious juices and sink my fingers into you?"
"Oh fuck! Yes...oh fuck, yes!" Hermione stuttered out, pushing her fingers through his hair and subconsciously guiding Severus to move back down her body. Ginny had asked her if Severus could make her orgasm just by talking to her, and given what he'd just said, the chestnut-curled witch was pretty sure that he could.
Only happy to oblige, his long fingers began to slowly trail over her covered sex, feeling the heat from her core. Exhaling slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the top of her knickers at the hip, preparing to tease them from her.
"Sev, I..."
"Relax," he said soothingly, his eyes burning into hers, but ready to cease his exploration at a moment's notice.
Nodding her head, Severus dipped his head to begin exploring between his lover's legs.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped as his tongue left a long, wet trail up the inside of her thigh. "Just...please...just do it."
Blowing along the wet line which led to her core, Severus growled, "Your wish is my command."
Gently spreading her legs wider, the dark-haired wizard pulled her knickers to one side to reveal her glistening lips. The sight was too much to bear. Pinging the elastic of the black cotton undergarments, Severus asked, "Are you particularly attached to these?"
"No" Hermione breathed, his playful question easing some of her nerves.
"Oh good," he smirked and with that he literally ripped her knickers off, banishing the torn fabric into the ether.
The suddenness of Severus' move caused Hermione to sit up, but it was only when she followed the line of his gaze that she realised she was completely naked before him.
Slack-jawed and temporarily speechless, Severus swallowed thickly as he took in the sight before him. "God, you're gorgeous, Hermione."
"Really?"
"Never doubt it," he purred, his dark velvety voice gliding over her just before his lips touched hers heatedly.
And then he was gone, kissing back down her naked body until he lay between her thighs, his fingers gently parting her folds. It was then that Severus realised that Hermione wasn't the only one to feel nervous. He enjoyed giving oral pleasure on the few times he had been able to take his time with a witch―which really wasn't very often―but it had been a while, and he wanted to make Hermione's first time as pleasurable as possible.
Tentatively, he slowly ran his tongue from her entrance to her sensitive nub. His first real taste of her was better than he'd ever remembered any woman tasting, and the way Hermione gasped and flexed her hips gave him the confidence to carry on his exploration.
Hermione was utterly lost. She'd never experienced such an intense sensation in her life. Of course, she'd masturbated and been fingered, but this was something beyond anything she'd ever felt before―even the way Severus had made her feel earlier hadn't felt like this. However, his hot breath and slight stubble added to the intensity, and she couldn't recall ever being this wet before. She writhed and whimpered as his tongue deftly flicked over her aching clit and one finger probed her silken channel. She could feel and hear how wet she was and as two fingers penetrated her and curled to stroke her G-spot, she couldn't help but call out his name, begging him not to stop. And Severus had no intention of stopping as his thirst for her juices and orgasm took over.
Meticulous, as always, in his observations, Severus monitored Hermione's responses carefully as he lapped, suckled and teased her. Every action together with her corresponding reactions was committed to memory so that he could assess what was giving her the most pleasure, and ―he noted smugly to himself―it seemed that she loved every part of his ministrations.
Then it started. He sensed that Hermione was building towards an orgasm when he began to pump his fingers into her. Her walls began to tighten around his probing digits, initially thwarting his smooth rhythm, but once he'd resumed it, and her taut nub was being subjected to a devilish suckling, her body arched stiffly before trembling almost violently as she crashed over the edge. Quickly lowering his mouth to capture her sweet, musky juices, Severus groaned, savouring the result of his handiwork.
"Kiss me," he heard Hermione whisper, and wasted no time in capturing her lips, propping himself up careful to keep his body away from hers whilst she was still experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Hermione hadn't even considered that as Severus kissed her she would be able to taste herself. She knew that the thought would have bothered her before tonight―that somehow it seemed wrong. However, she realised that it wasn't the act that seemed wrong, it was that the thought of someone else doing it that was. But with this man―her wizard―she felt safe and cherished, and this intimate act made her feel even more connected to him. Yes, she was inexperienced, but she could feel her preconceived inhibitions falling. And now she was going to prove it.
As the last embers of her orgasm died down, Hermione looked hungrily into Severus' eyes, licking her lips intently as she thought about what she wanted to do.
Arching an inquisitive eyebrow, Severus wondered what was going through her head, when he realised that Hermione was undoing his trousers. He smirked at the determination on her face―it was the same face that she employed when working through a difficult potion―and rolled onto his back to make it easier for her to take them off. Hermione made light work of the task, but blatantly ignored his insistence that she leave his boxers in place.
Taking a stuttering breath, Severus looked down his naked body and up to Hermione's deliciously plump, well-kissed lips. He knew exactly where he wanted to see them, but he wouldn't push her. He watched, transfixed as Hermione took him in her hand, exhaling forcefully as she began to stroke him like he'd shown her earlier. Closing his eyes, he pushed his head back into the pillow, his breathing shallow and quickening.
He would have been more than happy to orgasm by her hand once more and was enjoying her languid, twisting strokes, when his breath suddenly hitched at the feel of Hermione's tongue flicking across of the head of his cock. His eyes sprang open, looking at her as she lapped up the clear fluid from the tip with a surprisingly expert tongue for one who had not done this before.
However, if that was cause enough to surprise him, he couldn't help but gasp as she dipped her head and dragged a flat, wet tongue over his balls and all the way up his shaft. His mouth went dry when Hermione proceeded to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head as if she were eating an ice cream cone. He was trying to control his breathing, but the curly-haired wonder was somehow doing every little thing that he loved instinctively.
How does she know? he groaned to himself. How does she know that I love having my balls sucked and licked? How does she know that I love being tongued...oh fuck, yes, just there?
Hermione couldn't help but grin at the responses she was drawing from such a taciturn man. She loved the way his back arched and his hips flexed and the sexy growl that started deep in his throat. Tell me what you want, Sev, she purred inside his head.
He momentarily lost his control. He'd not received a blow job for years, and his thoughts were suddenly being controlled by that which Hermione was so skilfully teasing. I want to fuck your face off, he thought to her before adding quickly as he realised that his response was far too crude, but not now, and I didn't exactly mean what I said. It's just...forgive my impetuousness, but it's been so long since I've had a blow job and...
Hermione silenced him by licking up his length again, chuckling at the knowledge that she had him exactly where she wanted him
She continued to swirl her tongue around the head, flicking every ridge, memorising―just as he had―every reaction. She licked her lips, and, summoning excess saliva, took him in her mouth.
Severus fisted the sheets as her hot, wet mouth took him as deeply as she could. She made sure his whole shaft was covered with either her mouth or hand, and simultaneously began moving both up and down his length
How the hell did she know what she was doing? And then he remembered; this was one of the ways he'd imagined her doing it when they'd had their visual connection.
"Oh, good girl," he managed to blurt out as Hermione quickened her pace.
All of a sudden, she stilled, and Severus' eyes sprang open. She hadn't removed her mouth, but he looked into her warm, brown eyes and detected a sense of apprehension. He suddenly realised why as he felt her tentatively testing her gag reflex.
"'Mione, no, you don't have to. It's not easy and it's not going to be that―"
It was too late. She took him down into her throat as best she could. It wasn't as hard as she thought it might be―she had, after all read about ways to stop oneself from gagging―but it was going to take practice to perfect.
Severus, on the other hand, could not speak as several explosions went off inside his head, and as Hermione pulled back gasping for air, he drove his fingers into her hair and stopped her from going down on him again. He knew if she did that again he'd come too quickly.
Seeing how hard Severus was breathing, and the way he was looking at her with pleading eyes, Hermione simply smiled and shook her head playfully. But I want you to come in my mouth, Sev
Oh God, you dirty girl, he growled lasciviously in her mind, biting his lip as his cock again took over and he flexed his hips up towards her face.
Lowering her mouth onto him again, Hermione quickly resumed her previous rhythm, cupping and massaging his balls as her head bobbed up and down his length.
Severus was no longer sure what day it was. He'd been trying to keep his hands to himself, but as she began to play with his balls, he couldn't help but place his hand on the back of her head and as gently as he could whilst his brain wasn't functioning properly, encouraged her to take him a little deeper.
Feeling the familiar warmth that always spread through him as his orgasm approached, Severus became very aware that despite her brazen comment moments ago, she might not appreciate him spurting in her mouth, and grunted in warning, "Fuck! I'm going to come."
However, Hermione stuck to her word and closed her eyes she felt his balls constrict, the head of his cock swell and his shaft started to pulsate. She stayed where she was, and a wave of triumph swept over her as Severus' orgasm broke accompanied by a deep guttural sound emanating from his throat. She had to admit that she wasn't quite sure what to expect when he came, but instinct had so far served her well, and she just let it happen. Only when he stilled, did she swallow.
Severus' body and mind were still reeling when he lifted his head to see Hermione's tongue flick out to capture a drop of his release from her lip.
"Don't! Let me," he whispered breathlessly as he sat up to lick it up for her before his tongue engaged in a deep exploration of her mouth.
As they pulled apart, Severus fell back onto the bed, taking his witch with him. His breathing was still a little erratic, but she could feel a deep chuckle forming as she lay on his chest. He couldn't believe his luck. "You are truly amazing," he told her before sighing deeply. "Thank God, you're a filthy minx. I love you."
Turning and resting her arms on his chest, Hermione looked up at him and chuckled, "And I love you. So, do I pass, then?"
"Definitely. I believe you have earned yourself an 'O' for that performance," he told her in a tone reminiscent of Professor Snape before adding playfully, "Then again, I've already given you a few 'O's today!"
"You most certainly have," she said pushing herself up to kiss him.
"Hermione?" he said, his voice more serious and she could hear a hint of hesitancy.
"Hmm?"
"I know we don't want to rush things, but..." He trailed off and took Hermione's hand, kissing the palm. He knew what he wanted to ask her but didn't want to scare her off. "I've been thinking―"
"―How about Saturday?" Hermione interrupted, pre-empting him.
"What?"
"Look it's going to happen. I'm ready. I thought it would take longer, but I want to feel you inside me. I always thought that was such a trite thing to say, and always cringed whenever anyone said it, but I can understand it now. I...I want you."
Severus pressed a bruising kiss to her lips. "I want you so much," he whispered, tenderly wrapping her in his arms and holding her tight. He breathed in the scent of hair―of her―he could quite happily have stayed like that forever, but he knew―he hoped―that there would be far better moments than this for the two of them.
After a while, he loosened his grip and pushed her fingers into her hair, causing her to look up at him. "Hermione, I am yours and I will worship your body with my own."
Looking deep into Severus' eyes, Hermione spoke her response. "And I, Severus, am yours and I will worship your body with my own."
With the third Declaration of Intent made, they kissed almost chastely before settling down to revel in the warmth of their bodies and gently drifting off into a deep sleep; a sleep finally uninterrupted by nightmares.
Meanwhile, two orbs chased each other around on the ceiling, thoroughly delighted with the evening's events.

"Ah, Mr Potter," Severus drawled as the Dark Lord's vanquisher and his girlfriend Flooed into his office, "do sit down." Seated behind his desk, the headmaster gestured towards the armed chair in front of it. "Miss Weasley, you may go to Hermione's rooms. She is currently having her ear chewed by Professor McGonagall and, I am sure, she will be glad of the interruption."
Ginny smiled at the usually dour wizard. He still was still incredibly intimidating, but the young witch sensed a lighter atmosphere in the office as opposed to its oppressive feeling during the last school year. However, her face fell as she saw the dishevelled copy of The Daily Prophet atop Severus' desk. Wincing slightly, her eyes met the headmaster's and she had to look away when the weight of disapproval in his eyes became too much to bear.
However, her discomfort soon turned to amusement when she looked to Harry whose brow was furrowed in confusion following Severus' mention of Hermione's rooms.
"Thank you, Headmaster. I hope you didn't work too hard after our meeting last evening," and when she was sure Harry wasn't looking she gave Severus a knowing look.
Impudent wench, Severus thought to himself, but the slight inclination of his head showed his gratitude that she had kept their confidence. "I always work hard! Now, you still appear to be here, Ginevra," he smirked, quite satisfied with the flash of annoyance in the redhead's eyes as he used her given name. Hermione was right: she did hate it.

The muffled words that Ginny overheard as she stepped out of the fireplace into Hermione's living room were the sort that would have any witch blushing and cringing. She walked towards her friend's private library, recalling how she had been mortified when Molly had sat her down when she'd turned sixteen―most expediently as it turned out―to ensure that her daughter would not make her a grandmother too soon. However, what made these words particularly uncomfortable was that they were coming out of the mouth of Professor McGonagall. She wanted to die of embarrassment on Hermione's behalf.
"But have you considered the options, my dear? Severus is an extremely powerful wizard, and that means that every part of him may be equally powerful. The charm may not be effective with him. You may have to consider a tailored contraceptive potion," Minerva advised in her usual fussing-but-authoritative tone as they sat holding steaming mugs of tea. Hermione did not approve of dainty teacups.
"Would you like me to get Poppy to talk to you?" Minerva continued and Ginny smirked as she heard her Head of House having her thunder stolen from her.
"Thank you for your concern, Professor, but Severus and I discussed this last night and we came to the same conclusion. He's agreed to brew the potion for me especially as he's got to provide the sample to make it effective," Hermione told her in a very matter of fact manner. "But we both appreciate how much you care."
Knocking on the doorframe, Ginny asked, "Not interrupting anything, am I?" She was just in time to see the fading blush of the Deputy Headmistress' cheeks. She had to stifle a giggle as Hermione mouthed, "Thank you."
Professor McGonagall turned abruptly to see the new arrival. "Oh, Miss Weasley, how lovely to see you. How are things at home?"
"Nice to see you, too, Professor. Oh, you know. It's been better. Mum is...well, none of us will ever get over losing Fred, but she's really struggling. Dad's got work to go to, but Mum just busies herself around the house and does nothing else. And after what Ron's just done..."
"Perhaps I will pop over tomorrow and keep your mother company. I have been most remiss in seeing her. We struck up quite the camaraderie during the battle and I think it should continue. Now, as for your brother...never have I been so disappointed in one of my own house," Minerva blustered. "I am appalled and when I get my hands on him, he will rue the day that utter bilge fell out of his mouth. However, me getting my hands on him will be the least of his worries if Sev...the headmaster is very upset that such things have been written about one of his students."
Hermione leant forward and placed her hand on Minerva's arm; her smile beaming. "It's OK, Ginny knows about us."
"Well, in that case, can I take you ladies out to lunch today in Hogsmeade?" she asked, relaxing a little. "Shall we meet at half twelve in The Three Broomsticks?"
"That would be lovely," both girls responded before Hermione added, "Thank you, Minerva."
"Oh no, dear, it will be my pleasure," the Head of Gryffindor said fondly, before brushing down her skirts and informing them that she would be on her way. "I'll leave you both to discuss how to stop your menfolk from hexing young Mister Weasley into oblivion."
The smirk on the Scottish witch's face was both knowing and devilish. However, after Hermione had told her about Severus' rage earlier after reading the offending article, she was genuinely concerned that Severus' protective streak might cause him to hex first, but by the time the questions were asked, Ronald Weasley would be physically unable to answer them.

Severus had fully intended to laugh off whatever claptrap a spurned Ron Weasley had fed the Prophet. He could happily have dismissed the comments which Ginny had overheard, but when he saw the extent of the lies; when he saw Hermione's reputation so eviscerated by an ex-boyfriend―who in his opinion was not worthy of her in the first place―the red mist descended.
The viciousness of the falsehoods had Severus taking a crash course in how to comfort a distraught witch after she'd read the poisonous and vitriolic article announcing the separation of two-thirds of the Golden Trio. As she eventually stilled in his arms, he congratulated himself for not only being able to comfort her―which came almost naturally―but for also biting back the rising anger that was threatening to overspill.
The dark-haired wizard was furious, but so was a certain blond-haired one. Lucius had called whilst Hermione was in the shower, and spent several minutes reminding Severus of his obligations as a dutiful partner, wizard and Slytherin, only to be told that the headmaster was fully aware of his obligations. As a partner, he was furious, as a wizard, he was affronted by another wizard's disrespect of a witch, and as a Slytherin, he would ensure that his witch―his loved one―would be avenged. Somewhat appeased by his friend's response, Lord Malfoy then offered his assistance―should it be required―to teach the dishonourable ginger-haired bastard a lesson.
This conversation only served to rile Severus up further, and Hermione found herself trying to calm him down. When he punched the wall in the living room, she realised that the man everyone feared was alive and well and kicking―well, punching anyway. The only difference between the Severus Snape she once knew and the Severus Snape as he was now was that he could unleash his emotions without fear of endangering anyone except his intended victim, and she found it both exhilarating and frightening to watch.
Healing Severus' grazed knuckles, Hermione was touched by the way that he hung his head and apologised to her for his outburst before pulling her into him and holding her tight. She could feel his heart racing; she could almost hear his blood boiling. He whispered promises into her hair that he would defend her mercilessly, and she knew that if Severus got his hands on Ron, a punch would be the least of his worries.
She was under no illusions as to what Severus was capable of doing, and in turn she made him promise that he would not go after Ron directly. She wouldn't allow the headmaster to jeopardise his position, his ideas for the future, and ultimately their relationship for a boy who had to lie to make himself feel better.
With a deep sigh, Severus acquiesced, and kissing her hand, he vowed not to lower himself to Weasley's level over his childish words. He omitted to promise not to let others stoop so low on his behalf.

Harry had requested an audience with the headmaster to discuss his NEWTs preparations and to look over the Defence syllabus that Severus intended to teach until Christmas so that he could plan his own teaching schedule for the new year. If Hermione had instilled anything into the messy-haired wizard, it was the need to get organised. And besides, he wanted to make a good impression and not give Snape any cause to regret agreeing to Harry's appointment, especially now that he was engaged to Ginny.
"So, Mr Potter," Severus began, distractedly turning and tapping his stick of sealing wax on the desk, "how are your studies progressing?"
"Well, considering how much I hate studying," Harry admitted nervously, shifting awkwardly in his chair. His eyes darted around the office before falling again upon the irascible man who sat on the other side of the desk. It would take a while for him to accept that this was no longer Professor Dumbledore's office, but the replacement of many of the curiosities that the former incumbent enjoyed in favour of a more minimalistic feel, certainly helped. Despite recent revelations, Harry could not say that he liked Severus Snape―nor had he forgiven him―but he was, at least, prepared to give him a chance to prove himself as headmaster.
"To be honest, I just want to get the exams out of the way so I can start work. Have you had any thoughts on the syllabus for this year? I've got a few ideas I'd like to run past you." Harry produced several pieces of parchment and slid them across the desk to hide the fact that his hand was shaking slightly.
Somewhat surprised by Harry's forethought, Severus took the papers and dropped them onto a pile without so much as a second glance. Contrary to popular belief, he did have a filing system, but only he understood it―Hermione had already given him a disapproving look. "Very good, Mr Potter. I will review these later; expect an owl with my thoughts and recommendations."
Something in the back of his mind―something akin to a conscience―forced Severus to add, "But a promising start, thank you." He found himself wanting to sound encouraging without coming across as insincere.
"Thank you, sir," the younger wizard said before glancing at the copy of the Prophet. "Have you read the article about Ron?"
Severus' fist and teeth clenched. "I have had the displeasure."
Harry nodded and hung his head. "I wish he hadn't said some of those things about Hermione," he said ruefully.
Raising his eyes to look at the young man before him, Severus stated as calmly as possible, "You and me both, Potter."
"Sorry, sir, but I have to ask, are you protecting Hermione from Ron here in the castle? It's just that you mentioned Hermione's rooms to Ginny, but I thought she was at Malfoy Manor because she hasn't been home for a couple of days."
"I'm surprised that you are not more concerned about your friend's whereabouts?"
"We live in the same house, not together. We kind of agreed that if we don't see a Patronus come bounding through the door that we would assume we're alright."
The older wizard rolled his eyes. "A rather foolish assumption. The war may be over, but there are still those who would be delighted to see something unsavoury happen to any of us." However, he decided not to press the issue as he observed Harry lower his eyes and chew the inside of his cheek. "She had originally intended to stay over at Malfoy Manor on Monday night, but her plans changed and has been here since. You are correct in your assertion that she is protected from Weasley here, but that is merely an added bonus of being within these walls. It is not the reason she is here."
Severus paused. It was obvious that Ginny hadn't told her boyfriend about his relationship with Hermione, but he was unsure whether he should be the one to inform Hermione's best friend that he was the reason she was staying at Hogwarts. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour for the moment, he continued. "Miss Granger has embarked on a relationship which requires...shall we say...careful media management. Her presence at Hogwarts rather than at Grimmauld Place or Malfoy Manor protects both parties."
Watching the headmaster's reaction carefully, Harry stated, "Malfoy Senior told Ron that she was with her new boyfriend. Is he staying here as well then?"
In a calculated monotone, Severus responded, "You are indeed correct."
"Is it Draco?" Harry asked urgently.
"No."
The younger wizard breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, I did wonder; she does spend a lot of time with him. I mean, I know we're not mortal enemies anymore, but the thought of a Slytherin's paws all over her makes me feel ill―no offence intended, sir."
Severus glared at Harry for a moment. "Well, I would hate to make you feel ill Mr Potter, but..."
"Oh, please tell me she's not; tell me he's not a Slytherin." Harry groaned, running his hand through his untidy locks.
The surly wizard was about to respond when Professor McGonagall's face appeared in the fireplace. "Are you busy, Headmaster, or may I pop in?"
"I am with Mr Potter, Minerva, but I am sure whether I am busy or not is irrelevant, as you will undoubtedly charge in here to hug the Chosen One," Severus drawled sardonically.
"Oh, behave yourself, Severus," Minerva huffed before seconds later she stepped out of the fireplace.
Severus smirked, relishing the fact that it was becoming more evident that he and Minerva had very much repaired their friendship and he felt comfortable enough to tease her in public again, as well as in private.
Harry stood to greet the deputy headmistress. Placing her hand on his arm, she said fondly, "You are looking very well, Harry," before turning to Severus. "I just wanted to tell you―oh, and I suppose this concerns you as well Harry―that I'm taking the girls out for lunch. Hermione said you were in meetings all day so I thought it would be nice for her to get out of the castle. Oh, and will you be joining us for dinner tonight? It simply won't do for the two of you to cut yourselves off now that more of the staff are arriving back."
"We'll be there," Severus confirmed slightly awkwardly. "Minerva, can you try and find out about Hermione's parents? She mentioned something about them this morning but changed the subject when I tried to enquire further. She may be more amenable to discussing it with you and Miss Weasley."
"I don't see how she will be more amenable with us rather than you," Minerva blustered. "After all, you are..." She stopped noticing the confused expression on Harry's face. "What I mean, Headmaster, is that if she chooses not to tell you, what hope is there for me?"
"Please try," Severus insisted, pleading imperceptibly.
The brusque witch nodded. "Very well. Harry, perhaps you and Miss Weasley can stay for dinner and we can catch up later?"
"We have nothing else planned, as far as I know" Harry replied with a smile.
"That's settled," Minerva said and clapped her hands together. "Now, make sure you two have lunch and don't hex each other."
Once the Head of Gryffindor had left the Headmaster's Office, Harry turned slowly to face Severus. "So, Hermione's relationship requires careful media management, does it? What about yours, Headmaster?"
The headmaster's eyebrow arched; his expression impassive. "Mine, Mr Potter? Well, obviously, any relationship that I am involved in would require careful media management. Miss Granger's position as one of the Golden Trio also necessitates this treatment."
Realisation slowly dawned on Harry and with a smug expression, he declared, "The only reason I can see Hermione's relationship being under scrutiny is if she was seeing The Dark Saviour. I mean, the only reason she's in the press now is because of Ron."
Before Harry could speak again, Severus had rounded his desk and began to circle Harry menacingly like a wolf regarding its prey. His tone was equally menacing, and memories of Occlumency lessons sprang to Harry's mind.
"So, you think he is worth more than Hermione, do you? You think that because he is a second-rate Quidditch player, who rode on your―and her―coat tails for seven years that he is more worthy of the attention? What exactly did he do without her? Nothing," Severus spat at him, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists.
"In fact, where would you be without her, for that matter?" Severus snarled, stopping directly in front of Harry. "You were being raised for that day with Voldemort. If it weren't for her, you would have managed to get yourself killed years ago. Who figured it all out? Who sat up and studied, who brewed for you, who formulated the plans and logistics, whose knowledge got you out of more holes than you or I care to think about, who stopped you from making an arse of yourself, who supported you so that now you can't walk down the street without some witch fawning all over you or some sycophant asking for your autograph?"
Harry went to speak, but flinched as Snape's hands slammed down on the arms of his chair. The headmaster's voice was deeper, richer and even more intimidating than before. "Who was it who was tortured for you? Who was it that brought me back from the brink of oblivion when you and your useless excuse of a friend left me for dead? It. Was. Her."
Severus' tone softened slightly, but the threat was still there. "Oh, you all got the plaudits; 'The Boy Who Lived―Again,' 'The Golden Boy,' 'The Chosen One.' Even I got a fuck-awful epithet. But what about her? It is a tragedy that you never knew your parents, but she had to Obliviate hers. Have you ever considered all the things that she has selflessly sacrificed without complaint for you―her precious friend? She deserves far more recognition; her contribution should not be ignored.
"Now, I know Hermione would have preferred to tell you this personally, but I believe you have stumbled across the truth of the matter. Hermione and I are in a relationship. It's very new, but it's very real, and I will not provide you with any more detail than that. Suffice to say, she does not deserve Weasley's lies and if it were left up to me, I would have disembowelled him by now. But luckily for him, Hermione is much less vindictive than myself, and so he is spared―for now."
Standing upright again, Severus loomed over Harry. "And for now, I...we would appreciate it if you do not breathe a word of this conversation to anybody. By all means, ask Hermione for details, but we do not want our relationship in the press before the Ministry Ball, especially after this morning's false revelations. Would it be too much to ask you to keep your mouth shut until then?"
Shaking his head, Harry stuttered out, "Of course not, sir." The passion in Severus' voice and the intense fire that burned in his eyes whenever he spoke about Hermione had the younger wizard transfixed.
Appeased by Harry's response, Severus returned to his chair and slumped down into it. Resting his elbow on the arm and pinching the bridge of his nose, he spoke again in a more measured tone. "For Hermione's sake, I would advise that you choose your friends very wisely from now on, Mr Potter. Do I make myself clear?"
Still reeling from the confirmation that his best friend had started a relationship with a man that he'd despised for the past seven years, Harry studied Severus intently before acknowledging that he understood.
Swallowing thickly, Harry tentatively asked, "May I make a similar request of yourself, sir?"
Severus looked up. His raised eyebrow inviting Harry to continue.
"Ginny and I are engaged. We don't want this leaked, either, because her family aren't ready for it and I actually wanted to tell you personally because after you gave me your memories and knowing how you felt about my Mum...well, you see, I've given Ginny her engagement ring."
Severus considered his response carefully. Potter always managed to bring out the worst in him, but after a few gulps of air he managed to stay calm enough to say in an almost pleasant tone, "I offer my congratulations, Potter, but you need not have afforded me such consideration. I loved a girl called Lily Evans. I hurt her and I lost her. She then became Lily Potter and your mother. My actions were fuelled by the guilt I felt for unwittingly betraying her and my need to avenge the most beautiful soul that I'd encountered in my life―until now, that is."
He paused for a moment as a strange sense of calm descended upon him. "Someone, somewhere, has given me another chance for some reason. Lily will always be special to me, but now I have a new and more complete love and a second chance at life to appreciate it. I believe that I have finally moved on. However, I am pleased that you are honouring your mother's memory in such a way. It is a beautiful ring," Severus conceded. He smiled, realising what he'd basically said. He'd just let Lily go.
Harry was about to speak when he jumped from his chair as the room shook slightly. "Did you feel that sir?"
"I did," Severus drawled, gripping onto the arm of his chair before something made him look up. A faint glow seemed to be descending from the ceiling, engulfing the entire office. As he followed its descent, his eyes met with those of Albus Dumbledore, who had just arrived back in his portrait.
"Severus, my boy. I believe I have some answers for you," Dumbledore stated with a twinkle in his eye.

AN2: So let me know what you think. Thing are certainly hotting up between our favourite couple, but wonder what Dumbledore has to say...
AN3: This chapter was updated on 18/09/14. If you see any mistakes, please send me a PM. I really would be very grateful.
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