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And They Didn\'t Live Happily Ever After	By : ElizabethStump Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 90306 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"And They Didn't Live Happily Ever After"

Chapter One Hundred Seven
"Shag a Night While in Someone Else's Body"

Disclaimer: On the good ship Snermione
It's an angsty trip full of pron and squee
Where Severus plays with Hermione; All night and day
Lemony smut everywhere
U.S.T. makes you tear your hair,
And there you are;
Happy endings are not so far.
See the lawyers howl
For disclaimers now
It's all Rowling's for the take.
If you read too much,
Oh, oh,
You'll awake,
With a randy ache.
On the good ship Snermione
It's a nice ship Rowling lets me swab,
And write away on the good ship Snermione.

A/N: Disclaimer a parody of "On the Good Ship Lollipop": Songwriters RICHARD A. WHITING, SIDNEY CLARE. Published by Lyrics © BOURNE CO.

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The Hangover Relief Potion and Sobering Solution had already taken effect, but that didn't stop Severus from holding his head in his hands as he sat at the kitchen table while Hermione made him a cup of weak tea.

Severus was mortified he had been unable to stomach Apparating home, and in front of Hermione. He groaned once more, his pride hurting more than his head.

"I told you not to worry, Severus. You said yourself that you haven't been drinking nearly as much as you used to, and your tolerance is now lower than what it was back in England." Hermione gave him a very gentle kiss upon the top of his head as she placed his tea in front of him.

"Yes, but as a Potions master, I am supposed to maintain my tolerance. I haven't done that since I was an apprentice," he grumbled, sounding a bit petulant.

Standing there beside him with her hands on her hips, Hermione stared down at him with empathy as he was reluctant to meet her eye. "Looking at the number of bottles that were empty, I don't think even Niles or Royston could have kept up with what you two put away this afternoon. And if you're going to go on a bender, at least be aware of what you're Summoning from the bar. You two downed over half a bottle of Cheery's High Spirits Spirits, giggling like a couple of fourth-year witches on Valentine's Day."

"Merlin, kill me now," he muttered under his breath. No doubt, Draco Summoned that bottle, and it was his own fault he'd accepted whatever Draco was pouring without reading the label.

"No. Killing you would put you out of your misery," she gently teased him as she rubbed his shoulder in an act of solidarity. "You'll survive." Hermione had survived enough humiliating binges of her own when her tolerance was lower, Severus would survive this as well.

"Why don't you finish your tea and go have a lie-down," she suggested in a kind, motherly tone. "I'll fix dinner tonight. Zhubanysh taught me how to make beshbarmack, which she assured me had helped her brothers and cousins after drinking far too much kumis."

Severus' stomach churned at the thought of that alcoholic drink made from unpasteurized fermented mare's milk. Fortunately for him, there was nothing left in his stomach.

Once Hermione tucked him into bed, she headed off to the store for a few ingredients that weren't already stocked in the kitchen.

Severus stirred from his nap due to the gentle stroking of Hermione's fingertip along his brow. She was singing to him in a language that sounded similar to Turkish, but he could not understand.

He laid there unmoving except to blink, watching her with rapt attention as she sang. He had realized he had never heard her sing before. Her voice, while not the most beautiful, was sweet, even when it wavered as she sang in a near-whisper. In the light of a single candle, she looked like an angel as she gazed down at him. He wondered if it was an after-affect of drinking so much, but there seemed to be a faint halo about her head.

Smiling, she continued to sing her lullaby while stroking his brow and cheek with the lightest of touches.

"Жаным өзүндү абайла.
Учкан куштай тоо ашып,
Тынчсыз ойлор кайып болсун,
Алыс алыс жайларга.

Менин сүйүүм мөл булак,
Тоо аралап агылган,
Жан дүйнөндү сугарып,
Жүрөгүндү даарылап.

Көкүрөктө соккон жүрөк,
Кулак салсан сага айтат,
Сени коргойт санаадан,
Сага арналган махабат."

Severus was speechless; he continued to stare up at her dumbfounded by this moment of extreme tenderness.

Hermione suddenly became self-conscious, now that Severus was finally awake and watching her intently. She stopped singing to turn her face away from his scrutiny as if she was blushing.

To fill the awkward silence, Hermione said, as she stared at the pattern in the wood floor, "When Harry came back to England from Hawaii, that day after you left, I had never seen him so angry at me. I had also never seen him so broken. I had helped Ginny leave him, and he felt betrayed by those closest to him." Hermione paused, wondering if Severus had heard the tale. Figuring how much he disliked Harry, Ginny and Draco probably never told Severus the tale of how Harry met Zhubanysh. "So he took off on a transcontinental broom race without telling anyone. Somewhere along the Pamir Pass in the middle of the night, Harry fell off his broom. They don't know if it was due to the freezing night temperatures, thin oxygen from the high altitude, the snowstorm, lack of sleep during the race, or all of those factors, but in the morning he was found by another racer unconscious in the snow."

Hermione turned to look at Severus to gauge his reaction, but he continued to just stare at her. "He was taken to a nearby yurt where Zhubanysh was living with her family. I don't know if Ginny or Draco told you much about her, but she comes from a nomadic wizarding tribe from that area. Zhubanysh nursed Harry back to health. She claims it was the good horse broth she made that helped bring him back and restored his health, and Kingsley's healing knowledge. But I think it was the songs she sang to him as he lay there unconscious, by the way Harry tells it. Horse broth and basic healing spells can't mend a broken heart." She smiled to herself, her focus drifting to the candle that flickered on the bedside table as she continued her tale.

"When Harry finished his recovery and came back, he invited me over and introduced Zhubanysh as his wife. I was shocked. I wondered how Harry, who was so..." she paused momentarily, choking up upon recalling the memory, "... so broken after Ginny left, could so easily fall in love with a new wife and marry her so quickly, but after my own... After the attack, I could understand how Harry could fall in love with her so completely. I was waking up every night screaming, and I found the only way I could go to sleep and not wake up in tears and cold sweats was if Zhubanysh would come over at night and sing to me when I went to bed. She sang that song to me practically every night for almost two months before I could sleep without her nightly lullabies. That was one she sang to me every night."

Hermione didn't know what else to say, feeling Severus' eyes so singularly focused upon her and so still.

"It was lovely," he said in a soft whisper. "What language is it?"

"Kyrgyz. She even taught me the translation:

"Rest my sweet one
Let your troubled thoughts fly away
Like birds over the mountain pass
Carried far, far away

My love is a mountain
From it a spring cascades
To feed the valley of your soulAnd water the pastures of your heart

Rest your head upon my chest
Hear my heart beat
It speaks of love to keep you safe
Rest my sweet one."

Hermione stroked Severus' face once more and saw his eyes shutter close briefly, as he reveled in her gentle touch. "If you do ever come back to England, I hope you'll meet Zhubanysh. She calls me 'sister.' She is very sweet."

Severus finally stirred, moving his hand to stroke the back of Hermione's hand that was currently resting on his chest. "I'm glad she has been there to help soothe your mind when I could not be there for you," he said with some regret. It did not escape Severus' attention that Hermione had slept peacefully every night since arriving at their home Friday.

"It's okay. I understand," was all Hermione said, implying so much with that simple phrase. Changing the topic to avoid thinking about how Severus would not be in bed with her come next week, she asked, "How are you feeling now? Are you able to eat dinner? It's ready."

Severus sat up fearing he would feel like hell, despite the potions he took earlier that never countered all the after-effects of drinking so heavily. But when he sat up, he felt fine. In fact he felt quite wonderful. Maybe it was Zhubanysh's magical lullaby that Hermione sang to him that made him feel whole and rested, but he wasn't certain. Maybe purging all that alcohol out of his system did the trick, but he didn't want to repeat that experience again to confirm or refute that theory.

"Dinner sounds splendid."

Hermione conjured a rug for the middle of the floor, with the Chinese wok filled with the beef-and-noodle dish sitting in the center. On the rug around the wok, there were cushions on which to sit while they sat on the floor and ate the beshbarmack Hermione had prepared, following Zhubanysh's recipe. This is how Hermione always enjoyed it while eating it over at the Potters' house, so she continued the tradition over in Hawaii in her new home as well.

As Severus licked his fingers clean, since it was a dish eaten with one's hands, Hermione asked, "Are you still up for trying the Polyjuice Potion tonight or shall we wait until tomorrow night, if you're not rested enough?"

Severus gave her a mischievous smile. "Feeling nervous?"

"Aren't I the one who is supposed to ask you that? This will be your first time as a woman to experience intercourse," she reminded him.

"Yes, but I've practiced with fingers."

"Fingers are not the same, I promise you that. Were they the same, I would not have made good use of the samples the twins gave me since you left, and even then, it is a poor substitute for the real thing. Especially you." She reached across the rug and squeezed Severus' hand.

Both of them stood there nude in the bedroom, holding their cups of Polyjuice Potion. Hermione was a bit nervous, since her first experience drinking it had resulted in her spending a great deal of time in the infirmary while Severus brewed a counter-potion to her half-feline state. Even he had been gracious enough not to bring up that embarrassing schoolgirl episode during their adult relationship.

After placing a hair from each other's heads into their respective goblets, they drank. They watched each other with fascination as they changed, as if watching a vision of someone else morph into a mirror reflection.

For Hermione, being so much taller was quite strange, as it gave her a slightly new perspective of the world. And what's more, Severus, now transformed into her, looked positively tiny by comparison when she was used to a lover so much taller and bigger than herself.

Severus was having his own existential experience, seeing his own body from outside his own. When Hermione smiled broadly, it startled him to see his own visage grin – and so unreservedly – while she was sheathed in his image.

With a tentative hand, Hermione reached out and stroked his arm, noting how much larger her hands were now.

Looking up at her, Severus remarked, "My God, I didn't realize how much larger I am than you." In his current smaller form, he felt more vulnerable and was in awe of the reversal of size, being used to being always taller and larger between the two. Now the roles were reversed and he found it a bit overwhelming as if he was Alice in Wonderland and had drank something he shouldn't have.

Hermione walked up to Severus and gently put her arms around him, similar to when he would wrap his arms about her. "Yes, but I find that I like you larger than me. I feel protected in your arms when you hold me, and nothing in this world can harm me when I'm enfolded within them."

Severus leaned into Hermione's chest, feeling the hard planes of it beneath his cheek. Yes, he could see the appeal of it, feeling as if he was a small child wrapped up in a parent's arms, but different. Slowly, his arms wrapped about Hermione and stroked her back, feeling the muscles beneath his palms.

Gingerly, Hermione stroked Severus' hair, seeing the pattern of swirls and waves atop his now bushy brown crown. Comparing sensations, she noticed how much softer Severus' skin was now in contrast to the masculine skin she now sported. She could understand how Severus would murmur how he loved the softness of her skin, now that she could feel for herself, using Severus' senses in this other body.

As much as Severus was initially aroused by the idea of switching places, now he found himself unsure how to proceed. He was even a bit intimidated, having to get used to feeling so small, now that there was another body in which he was in close proximity to. Size did not matter in terms of a witch or wizard being able to defend themselves with a wand, but something in the primal part of his brain let him know he was more physically helpless. He may now inhabit the form of a woman, but his mind and psyche were still those of a man's mindset. Now being smaller and weaker was quite unsettling to him, even knowing Hermione would never hurt him. He was feeling uniquely vulnerable.

Hermione was having her own mental adjustments to deal with. She was afraid of breaking Severus, as if he were now made of delicate china. Of course, in their regular forms Severus had used a firm grip on her while making love to her or snogging her senselessly, but now she understood the instinctual need to tread more lighter than before.

Stroking his face, she tipped his chin up. "Are you all right?" she asked, noting how quiet Severus was and not initiating much beyond hugging her back.

Severus nodded. "Yes, just getting used to this rather new perspective." She'd never told him how his chest hair tickled her much smaller nose

Hermione kissed his forehead tenderly, willing to go slowly. She now understood why Ginny said to take things at a novice pace. While Hermione was not sexually attracted to women, she had to remind herself that this was still Severus beneath this softer form in her own image. They had both wanted to experience what it was like to be together from the other's perspective and to know what it felt like to make love.

She initiated the seduction, since it was Severus who had slowly seduced her with his soft and arousing touches that slowly broke down her walls and wended his way into her heart.

Severus closed his eyes, feeling the scratching of his beard and mustache against his forehead, cheeks and eye lids, wondering how Hermione could stand the feeling of rough hair scraping against her tender skin so much. But despite the beard distracting him, he felt Hermione's warm breath caress his face as soft kisses were pressed against his skin. Her hand stroked his cheek lovingly. He felt his heart begin to beat faster and his breaths become more rapid and shallow. His head was feeling just a little bit dizzy when she finally stopped.

Hermione pulled her face away from his and asked softly in a low rumble, "Was that all right?"

He could now understand how Hermione talked about how he could seduce her with his voice alone. It was deep, and – with Hermione's own cadence and inflections – reassuring and warm. "Yes," he breathed.

Turning his face up, he returned her affections, kissing along her neck and cheek, twining his arms up around her neck as she had done many a time, and playing with her hair. He began raking his manicured nails along the base of her scalp. He was pleased for his efforts when she sighed and tipped her head back, humming almost as if she were a cat purring contently with a good scratch behind the ears.

Hermione enjoyed the reciprocation, wishing that back in her natural state her hair would not tangle so easily in Severus' fingers. Then he could play with her hair in the same manner as he currently was.

Smiling, she turned her face back to look at Severus and examined her own face from an outside perspective. She could see the small dark mole at the edge of her jaw that Severus now sported, the various shades of brown in her eyes ranging from amber to chocolate, the arch of her own brow (noting she should pluck her eyebrows yet once again), the slope her nose, and the shape of her lips as Severus smiled softly up at her.

Hermione didn't know why, but she had to kiss Severus suddenly, with a swift passion. If anything, she wanted him to feel how it was to be swept away and lose track of time with one of his kisses.

Tightening her one arm around Severus, her other hand cradled Severus' jaw and tipped his face up. She claimed his mouth with a firm kiss, seeking permission to enter his mouth with her tongue.

It wasn't that Hermione had never initiated intimacies before with such a possessive kiss, but now that she was in his larger and stronger form, he could understand how she would swoon in the moment and talk about surrendering to him so willingly. He parted his lips and gave her permission with a teasing swipe of his tongue against hers, before her tongue entered his mouth with the growing passion that was matching the erection that was now growing between her legs.

Severus let one hand slide down her hard, flat chest. His touch skimmed along her stomach, grazing the soft ebony down until his hand gently took her now semi-erect length in his hand.

Just the sensation of Severus' hand on her length made her very suddenly aware of the spare appendage she now had, and how very damn good it felt for Severus to be touching her. Just the fact of Severus touching her made it very hard, quite suddenly.

Tearing her mouth away from his suddenly, she gasped, "Oh, fuck."

Severus smiled smugly, now glad that Hermione finally understood how his own body would react to her touch so urgently. "Yes, we'll get around to that in a little bit. But as we agreed, let's take it slowly at first."

Hermione was about to say something, but then stopped and then went to the bedside table, fetching something in the process. "Here, a breath mint. For each of us."

Severus gladly took one and popped it into his mouth. "That's fortuitous of you to think of that."

"Actually," Hermione confessed, taking Severus back into her arms once more as she sucked on her mint, "Ginny recommended them."

"You mentioned what we were going to do to Ginny?" Severus asked, a bit irritated Hermione had said anything to her friend.

"Well, they know you know about their own use of Polyjuice, so I asked for a few tips, should they prove useful."

"Which were?" he prompted her.

"Use breath mints and go slowly as if we were beginners, since we'll be using equipment neither of us are used to. And that was it," she answered him, talking around the mint in her mouth.

"Wise words, I must admit," he conceded. He was now not as peeved, since the breath mints idea was a splendid idea as he could taste the Polyjuice Potions still on her lips and especially her tongue when they kissed.

Hermione pulled Severus into another passionate kiss, feeling a bit more sexually aggressive now that she could bend down to capture his mouth – instead of trying to stand up upon her toes and sexually overpower him in her normal, shorter, and weaker form, if they were standing up. It was much easier to attack Severus with kisses if they were laying down or on the couch, but now she could scoop him up in her arms, and plant a firm kiss, pinning him for once up against the bed post.

Severus knew what she was doing, but that didn't stop him from wanting to make a game out of this, teasing her in the process. As Hermione's mouth plundered his, his hand went back down to grasp her member that had become hard once more and was pressing urgently against his stomach. Knowing all of Hermione's tricks, he began stroking her rigid cock, hearing her whimper with delight each time his hand slid down the hot shaft.

Wrenching her mouth away from Severus' again, with a strained gasp, she groaned, "Keep doing that and I will cum before we've even begun."

"And now you know how I feel," Severus said with a wicked smile.

Grabbing Severus' hands and pinning them above his head against the bedpost, like he was wont to do when he wanted to take control and slow things down or tease her mercilessly, Hermione said with a smile of her own, "What's the old trick? Think of Quidditch scores and aged Ministry officials naked?"

If Severus wanted to play this game, Hermione could as well, since she knew all the tricks Severus would use to put her into a frenzy quickly.

Keeping both of Severus' hands held above his head, Hermione held them at the wrist with one of her large hands and slid a hand down, grazing the inside of his arm until she reached his breast. Ignoring the silvery scar tissue, Hermione lightly stroked Severus' breasts. She was rewarded when Severus closed his eyes and sighed plaintively.

Hermione had played with her own breasts enough over the years so that she knew exactly what would feel good, and so she used a combination of her own and Severus' tried and true techniques. She eventually let go of Severus' wrists and began guiding him back on the bed, since it was easier than bending over to begin the next phase.

Reclining on the bed, Severus felt more at ease with the idea of Hermione and himself switching bodies. And when Hermione's mouth finally latched onto one of Severus' nipples, he closed his eyes shut and gently cradled Hermione's head against his chest as her mouth and fingers went to work on him. As much as Severus normally appreciated Hermione's attention to his nipples in his male form, he could definitely feel the difference in sensation from a female's perspective. No wonder Hermione praised him so earnestly on his attention to her breasts. Even now, he could feel the pull of sensation that went straight from his nipples down to that core now inside of him, low in his abdomen, more so than as a man.

Hermione wanted to press her now raging erection up along Severus' thigh and rock against it for some sensation of friction. However, she did not, for fear she would orgasm all too quickly, and all over Severus' leg like some over-eager teenage boy in a broom closet back at Hogwarts. But for Hermione, this was all so new, and for all intents and purposes, she was like a teenager by experiencing these physical sensations and urges for the first time.

Knowing that as a woman, it took much longer to arouse her than a man, and she wanted Severus to enjoy this instead of feeling the deep disappointment of it all ending so quickly like she had for years with Ron. So she decided to take the next step. Granted, there was the Sequoia potion she could take to give her an erection that would last for two hours, but they had decided to delay using that and try it naturally the first time, though Severus would take the Lubrication Potion so he would not have to experience the discomfort of dryness during intercourse.

Hermione's mouth began languidly trailing down Severus' stomach, her hand stroking his thigh, listening to the little gasps of pleasure, some in half surprise. Just as she came close to touching Severus between his legs, her hand skated away to caress some other part of him. It was all she could do to not laugh when she heard the brief huff of frustration when her hand was so close to brushing against Severus' labia before she trailed her fingers away. No doubt the ache between Severus' legs would begin throbbing soon, knowing how the body she was seducing would react.

Suddenly sitting up, Hermione grabbed Severus' foot and began to lick at his toes, something that had sometimes made her giggle and other times merely increased her desire, depending on her current state of mind. Taking his little toe in her mouth, she began to suck on it sensuously, running her tongue around it while looking at Severus with the same burning desire in her black eyes as when he would normally gaze upon her.

Severus watched, feeling the heat in Hermione's gaze. He returned her stare with an equally smoldering one, his eyes heavy with lust.

Inspired, Hermione trailed her tongue down the arch of Severus' foot. She was rewarded with a sudden squeal, since when she had licked Severus' arch in the past, he never found that particularly ticklish in his male form.

Severus tried to squirm away, but she had a solid grasp on his leg and foot. Fortunately, the tickling was brief and she continued on, trailing her tongue up his calf. When her tongue met the back of his knee, he melted, noting it was just as exquisite to experience that in the female form as when Hermione did it to him before.

"Oh, that does feel just as good," Severus noted aloud for Hermione's knowledge.

"I would lick your legs more often, but leg hair in the back of the throat can be annoying," Hermione confessed as to why she didn't do something more often to him herself. At least she shaved her legs earlier that day, so they were smooth for this little Polyjuice experiment.

Lying back down besides Severus, they went back to kissing. Severus snaked a leg up and over Hermione's hip and she in turn stroked Severus back, hip, and thigh with one hand.

Gently, Hermione pushed Severus onto his back and trailed a hand down to his thigh. With her other hand, she stroked the wavy tendrils away from his face while murmuring sweetly, "I want your first time to be everything mine wasn't."

"In what ways was it lacking?" Severus asked, already knowing the answer.

Hermione trailed her mouth to Severus' ear, nipping the earlobe with her lips as warm breath grazed his ear. "I want you aroused, and not nervous. I want you turned on, aching so badly, you have no reservations and can't wait to feel yourself being filled so completely."

It was not that these were foreign concepts to Severus. Hermione had often purred these words sweetly in his ear, as she licked his earlobes before, explaining how he turned her on to the point where she yearned so badly to be impaled on his cock, before climbing astride him and guiding himself into her. But now she was the one who would have to wait until he was ready and willing to accept her invading his female body.

As he mulled her words over in his mind, he felt her fingers brush against his curls and gently caress his outer labia. His body bucked and he took a sharp intake of breath, not realizing that in this aroused state how much more sensitive that part of the body was now. With an elbow, Hermione encouraged Severus to part his legs a little wider as her fingers began to slowly finger him.

And when her fingers first stroked and glided along his clit, he grasped at her shoulder and arched his back, now knowing the difference between masturbation and someone else's hands, from Hermione's perspective. Yes, he'd understood the difference long before between masturbation and the feeling of someone else touching you for decades, but these sensations were wholly new to him despite having explored them himself while Polyjuiced as Hermione before.

Hermione knew she was proceeding at the right pace, for when her finger slipped between Severus' lips, she felt that slick wetness seeping from his entrance, even without the Lubrication Potion. Sliding her fingers along his lips, she coated her fingers before she began to stroke Severus between his lips and along his clit.

Severus closed his eyes and arched his neck as Hermione began the slow pace of rubbing him just so. He sighed and made quiet noises, indicating that she was doing it just right.

Stopping momentarily, Hermione lifted her hand up to her lips and licked Severus' essence from her fingers, noting that in Severus' body, she tasted much sweeter than when she had tasted herself before. The musk of her own taste that she was not particularly fond of tasted different, something pleasant, and she could better understand why Severus did not mind the taste of her, in the same way she did not mind the taste of Severus' cum.

With her fingers now thoroughly coated in saliva, Hermione placed them back down between Severus' legs and gently probed at his entrance, kindly seeking non-verbal permission to enter him with her fingers. Severus looked up at Hermione and nodded, parting his legs a bit wider for her.

Hermione watched as Severus' mouth went slack and his eyes shut tighter as she slipped one finger into him, slowly moving it in and out. Knowing that her body had already been stretched and accustomed to the intrusion from that week's sexual activities, she introduced a second finger. She was rewarded with an appreciative groan from Severus, who looked up at her in wonder.

When Hermione arched her fingers just so as she tried to find Severus' G-spot for the very first time, she knew she'd hit jackpot when he gasped and lurched, shouting a quick expletive at the sudden sensation of those nerves being stimulated for the very first time.

For Severus, it was like Hermione had just stroked his prostate, and he was not expecting it to feel that intense. Looking up at Hermione with a sense of intense longing, he pulled her face down towards his and kissed her with a fierce intensity, spurring her on to keep stroking his G-spot, while her thumb began massaging his clit.

With each stroke of Hermione's fingers along that sacred spot, Severus could not hold back the growing rise in pitch and volume of his cries against her mouth. While normally not this vocal, he finally could understand why Hermione was.

Hermione mimicked the movement of her tongue with her fingers, something Severus had done to her many, many times before, building the anticipation of when his cock would finally enter her. She hoped he would respond similarly and be eager to feel her sink herself into him soon.

Pulling his mouth away from Hermione, Severus felt the heat in his lower abdomen begin to tighten more and more until a thrilling, floating euphoria swept through his body and he cried out, his back arched against the mattress and eyes shut tight. He had felt this before, when he masturbated alone Polyjuiced as Hermione, but this was far more intense and rewarding.

Hermione felt him clamp down around her fingers and could fully feel the pulsing and quivering of muscles, rippling in a pattern as if milking her fingers.

It was a short orgasm. Severus finally slumped back down against the bed, eyes gazing lazily at Hermione. She smiled down at him, stroking the hair from his face.

"And how was that?" Hermione asked, knowing what Severus' answer would be.

"Wonderful," he said, feeling a surge of energy return to him as if his first orgasm had recharged his batteries, something completely opposite of orgasming as a man, unless under the influence of the Sequoia Potion. Now he understood how Hermione would orgasm once and be ready and raring to go, as if that was just a warm-up.

"Good," she purred as she began kissing her way down his stomach once more, not stopping until she had her face squarely between his thighs. She hoped her first time at cunnilingus was going to be as deft and successful as her fingering of Severus.

After the first five minutes, Severus asked Hermione to stop for a moment. While Severus was enjoying everything she was doing to him, especially when her mouth latched onto his clit, he had to ask for a pause in the activities.

"Don't you find the beard a bit abrasive down there? I'm finding it a bit rough myself," Severus admitted.

"I'm sorry, I suppose I should be a little gentler since this is all new to you, but not for me," Hermione apologized.

Sensing that they were going to be talking for a while, Hermione climbed back up alongside Severus to entwine herself with him as they began discussing the pros and cons of Severus' beard.

"While I initially found the beard to be a bit scratchy on the skin, it is far softer than your five o'clock shadow, which was like being snogged with sandpaper, even between my legs," Hermione expounded.

Severus did remember that the few times he did not have time to shave in the evenings, Hermione did wind up having her cheeks thoroughly reddened by his scruff scraping away at her delicate skin. There was a definite pattern on her face and body where his day's rough growth scraped and abraded her. He had resigned himself to either shaving in the late afternoons only or shaving twice in one day. Even feasting between her legs she had complained about his day's growth.

"Maybe if you didn't keep it trimmed so short and let it grow out a bit longer, like another half inch, it might actually increase your beard's softness," she suggested. While Severus did not keep his beard so short as to have it look like a well-trimmed scouring pad attached to his face, he did not grow it longer and thicker like others did. It was neat and a respectable length, but should they do this again, then perhaps he should let to grow out a bit more.

Sitting up, Hermione suggested, "I have an idea since, it will be temporary for me."

"Stop laughing and hold still," Severus chastised her as he used his straight edge razor to scrape off her beard, after he helped her trim it as short as possible before shaving commenced.

Now devoid of facial hair, Hermione and Severus both noticed the very visible line demarcating where Severus' face had tanned since growing his beard last summer.

"Ginny was right, the beard does make my face more balanced," he remarked as his hand stroked the now smooth cheek Hermione now had.

"It's certainly a bit cooler without the beard," Hermione observed herself, before scooping Severus up in her arms and carrying him off to the bed like a captured princess about to be properly ravished. He didn't squeal as Hermione has done in the past, but he certainly made a noise indicating surprise.

Laying Severus back down on the bed once more, close to the edge, Hermione knelt on the floor as she placed her hands on his knees.

"Now," Hermione announced, trying to imitate the same vocal mannerisms Severus used when he was trying to do something sexual with her, but trying to inflect the academic tone into the situation as he would pretend to be disinterested, "we will have the alternate version of the experiment begin and thereby have a comparison with which to base itself upon."

Severus, sounding less authoritative with Hermione's now higher and more feminine voice, added, "A true experiment would also include the comparison to include the day's growth into the examination of this experiment, but as–" His words were cut off as Hermione dove back down between Severus' legs and began feasting on him, licking, sucking and devouring him as he had done to her so many times before.

"Oh fuck," was all Severus muttered before flopping on his back. He was enjoying Hermione putting her best efforts into making him orgasm once more by the work of her mouth alone, which she almost succeeded in doing, but not quite. Still, Severus' body was taut and thrumming with desire after Hermione brought him close to orgasm a few times.

As Severus tasted his own essence on Hermione's lips as she kissed him hungrily, he breathed, "I'm ready. I want you." He could feel the ache between his legs, pulsing in time to his own heartbeat, and he now understood that base desire to be filled.

Hermione reached across the bed and gave Severus a vial of the Lubrication Potion, and waited patiently until Severus nodded he was ready. She tenderly kissed his neck as the potion worked its magic on his body.

"How about you be on top, so it will be easier for you to control," Hermione suggested. She was afraid if she was on top in a missionary position, she might accidentally be a bit over-eager and hurt him their first time, despite her best efforts to be gentle in his male body.

Straddling Hermione, he grasped her cock and rubbed it around his entrance, spreading his wetness around the tip to ease entry. Nervous, but still eager, Severus moved his hips and felt the head of her cock slowly pushing into him. He rose up a bit and slid back down a bit more, feeling the sensation of being spread open. Moving once more, he rose up and then further down a bit more, finally taking the head all the way in.

Severus closed his eyes and sighed, lost in the sudden glorious sensation that always sent Hermione into a frenzy whenever he first entered her.

What he didn't notice was Hermione panting frantically, though the death grip she had on his hips was becoming more apparent.

Finally, Severus rose up and impaled himself fully on Hermione and gave a strangled gasp.

Having a highly sensitive and currently engorged sexual organ suddenly being massaged by a warm, slick tunnel of flesh that seemed to clasp it too perfectly – it was just too much for Hermione.

Hermione began to unconsciously buck up from underneath, this other body knowing more than what Hermione knew what to do. By the fourth full stroke, Hermione let out a scream as she felt a match had been struck within her body that washed over her instantaneously. Her balls tightened and she sat up and held fast onto Severus, feeling the seed inside of her pumping though her and into Severus.

After she flopped back down on the bed, Severus continued to sit astride Hermione and looked down at her, a bemused smile tugging at his lips. "Well, you lasted one more stroke than I did my first time. An admirable attempt," he said wryly.

Her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest, Hermione was suddenly awash in sudden exhaustion. "I am so sorry for peaking too quickly, but damn. Does it always feel that fucking incredible?"

Severus leaned down and kissed her chin, as it was one of the few places on her body not suddenly coated all over with sweat. "Yes, but thinking of Quidditch scores and naked Ministry officials does help delay the sweet inevitable."

Hermione laughed heartily, and it was a rich laugh using his vocal cords. Once her laughter subsided, she suggested, "Do you want me to take the Sequoia potion and give you a proper shagging, making you orgasm with me inside of you, since we're not going to be turning back for some time?"

Smirking, Severus crawled off of her and reached over for the box to fetch a vial of the male performance potion that would be running out about the same time as the Polyjuice. Holding the vial up, he asked, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Leaping forward and pinning Severus' female body to the bed, rocking her groin against Severus with a slowly returning erection, she countered, "Aren't I the one to be asking you that question? I want to make you scream as much as you make me. And it's a good thing that soothing salve is on the bedside table, as I want to shag you until you walk funny like you have done so many times to me."

Letting Hermione pluck the vial from his hands, he said, "You already make me walk funny after a long bout of fucking, I don't need to be a woman to do that."

"No, that's the walk of a worn-out man, not a woman who had ridden a broom on the wrong end all night long," she corrected him before downing the potion and feeling the effects hit her instantly.

With a slight adjustment, Hermione easily settled between Severus' thighs and slid back into him. She was able to take it much more slowly and leisurely this time, but was still overwhelmed at the feeling of having a cock and fucking her own vagina with it. Severus was urging her on as he learned to lift his legs and wrap them around her waist to open himself wider so she could go deeper.

After a few more rounds, and both getting used to the mechanics of shagging while inhabiting the body of the opposite gender, they decided to take a quick rinse-off in the shower, since Hermione had yet to enjoy the mind-blowing sensation of a good old-fashioned blowjob. And since the outdoor shower was one of Hermione's favorite new places to give Severus such favors, he decided it was as good a place as any for Hermione to have her first.

Smiling proudly, Severus wiped the pearls of white from the corner of his mouth, still kneeling before Hermione as she lay sprawled against the rock and wood of the shower enclosure as if it was the only thing holding her up.

"Oh, I have got to give you more blowjobs if they feel that good," she sighed. She also agreed that licking Severus' balls more often would also be on the "must do more" list as well.

"And that was without the prostate massage, which is similar to when I stroke your G-spot," he added as he rose and began soaping Hermione's body.

"And what do you think you might be doing more to me," Hermione asked, wondering what he took away from the evening's activities so far, her head still spinning a bit.

"A lot of everything, but especially if it arouses you to the point of that unbearable throbbing between your legs making you want to ride me like a wild witch on the wrong end of a broom all night long," he said with a humorous lilt in his voice.

Hermione gave a throaty chuckle and grabbed the soap from Severus, massaging his breasts with the bar until there was a lot of lather in her hands. She set the soap down and began playing with Severus' breasts, letting him enjoy the feeling of having his breasts played with the way he played with hers so often. His own hand grabbed Hermione's length and began stroking her, knowing the potion was still working fully when she eventually turned him around and had him brace his hands on the shower wall so she could take him from behind.

They kept it to the basics and did nothing too adventurous in terms of positions or other more advanced techniques, but that didn't meant they didn't thoroughly shag themselves rotten.

"I think I'm dead," Hermione grumbled lazily. She was barely able to focus on the ceiling in the dim light of the candles still lit.

"Yes, I think I can heartily agree with your prior assessment that a witch hasn't been thoroughly fucked unless she wants to fall asleep at badly as the wizard after sex," Severus said, the last few words changing in pitch suddenly, becoming much deeper.

Noticing the changes in their own bodies, they lay there quite still, both exhausted, as they reverted back to their natural forms.

Hermione dragged herself out of bed and forced herself to urinate to avoid a bladder infection, just in case. Sitting on the toilet, she brushed her teeth, since she didn't think she had the strength to do it while standing. Done with her hygiene needs, she stumbled back through the bedroom and collapsed into bed.

Severus was already snoring softly, so exhausted he was not even able to crawl under the covers before dropping off.

With her wand, Hermione extinguished the candles and yanked the covers out from underneath Severus' arse before they both settled into sleep, sheltered under the mosquito netting.

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A/N: As always, a round of applause to my wonderful betas, JuneW and Hope.

I found a Kyrgyzstan lullaby on Vimeo that has a similar feeling to the lullaby Zhubanysh sang to Hermione, and Hermione to Severus. While Hermione may not sing with the same sustained undulating and wavering notes, you can get a feel for the melody and tempo. Unfortunately, I do not have the English translation for this song: https://vimeo.com/120100453

Translations services for the lullaby performed by Hero Translating.
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