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Chapter 11: The
Joining

Hermione's eyes slowly
blinked open as she stretched out over the comfortable bed, her head
deeply settled in the stack of soft pillows. She rubbed her eyes and
dragged her mind over what had happened and where she was. As the
memories flooded back to her she sat up, her foggy vision clearing,
she was alone, the fire had burnt out and the room had become quite
cold. The only light was now coming from a single candle on the other
side of the bed and warm light filtering under the door from the
living room. She got up from the bed and padded quietly across to the
door, listening carefully. Sure enough, there were low voices in the
other room, Severus had company. She leaned close to the door,
straining to hear who might be with him and what they were saying,
she was fairly sure it was Dumbledore and her breath caught in her
throat as she thought she heard her name. She drew her wand and
stepped back from the door, ever so quietly she muttered the
incantation, "Auditoriatem." Her hearing instantly
sharpened and she stepped back up to the door to eavesdrop.

"You, Albus, I find
you amusing."

"Oh really?"

"I can only assume
you brought up their visit to you in order to get some sort of
reaction from me. I find it amusing that you play these little games,
even now." Dumbledore gave a little chuckle that made Hermione's
stomach turn. "Why on earth would it interest me? Of course they
want to be involved, Potter especially. Discussion over."

"Yes, I suppose so.
Something that may interest you though, I believe Miss Granger's
thoughts were firmly fixed on your welfare." Hermione held her
breath, she tried to imagine what was going on in Severus's face at
that moment.

"I doubt that,
Albus." He replied coolly. "She was probably just concerned
about this damn potion and getting it finished before I get found out
and Avada Kedavra'd." Hermione covered her mouth and blinked
back newly forming tears. She knew he was saying what he had to say
to Dumbledore, but the thought of anything happening to him now was
gut wrenchingly painful. She hated that he made light of it.

"Yes, I'm sure
you're right Severus."

Shuffling noises drifted
through to Hermione and she quickly ended the charm on her ears and
ran back to the bed. It was probably best that Severus didn't know
she'd been listening in on his conversation. She curled up and found
the deep well in the pillows that remained from her slumber and
snuggled back into it, closing her eyes just as the bedroom door
creaked open. She felt the bed sink as he sat down next to her, his
hand brushed her hair and ran down her arm, causing her to shiver
slightly. She opened her eyes, feigning sleepiness and smiled up at
him.

"Morning."
Severus murmured, looking at her intently. "How much did you
hear?" Hermione's smile vanished, to be replaced by a pout and
scowl.

"I don't know what
you mean."

"Of course not."
He moved down the bed to lie down facing her, his hand gently
caressing her upper arm, his nose mere inches from hers.

"How are you
feeling?"

"Better. I'm sorry
for being off with you last night." Severus looked away and
Hermione reached a hand to touch his cheek.

"I understand. You
didn't want me to see you injured and you were trying to protect me
from the reality of what you do." He looked back to her eyes,
she thought she detected a glimmer of pride there. "What?"
She asked with a gentle smile.

"You just have a
good understanding of people, Hermione. That's a wonderful thing to
have." He returned her smile and leaned in to kiss her tenderly.
Their lips roamed over each other, tongues lightly teasing. A soft
moan escaped Hermione's lips and the kiss ended.

"What time is it?"
She asked, reluctantly.

"Not quite seven."
Severus hummed softly, wriggling closer to her and wrapping his arm
around her waist. "I like this." He said quietly, his lips
brushing her cheek in soft kisses.

"What?"

"You in my bed."
Hermione smiled to herself and weaved her arms around him, pulling
herself tight against his lean body.

"It's Saturday."
Hermione whispered, beginning to feel warm and restless from his
gentle caresses and kisses. She slipped a hand inside his dressing
gown, running her fingers over his naked chest and stomach and felt
him shudder against her touch.

"Yes it is. No
lessons to get up for." He pressed his hips against her and
Hermione could feel his hardened length against her. She captured his
mouth in a passionate kiss, threading her fingers in his hair and
sweeping her tongue around his mouth, massaging it against his own.

Hermione lifted her leg
over his, hooking it and pulling his leg into her, their bodies
entwined and their mouths joined, the pair of them writhed together
in mounting pleasure. Severus lifted Hermione and pulled her over
him, she straddled him and maintained contact between their exploring
tongues while parting his dressing gown and exploring his chest with
her hands. Severus ran his hands up her thighs, under her robes and
pleated skirt, Hermione's hairs prickled all over her body at the
close contact and she moaned softly into his mouth. She broke the
kiss and Severus lifted his head to recapture her lips, but he winced
and dropped his head back.

"Ooh, are you
alright?" Hermione asked quickly, pulling away from him. He
nodded unconvincingly and Hermione's hand went to his right side. She
brushed his gown aside and looked at the bruised skin, Severus winced
again and shifted his weight. "Are you going to talk to me about
what happened?" She moved off him and lightly stroked his chest,
waiting for his response. Severus took a deep breath and looked
around the room.

"Hermione. I'm never
going to confide every detail of my life to you. I am certainly not
going to divulge the ins and outs of what happens when I disapparate
to meet..." He stalled, he had no idea what the right name was
in this situation. He looked over at the beautiful young woman by his
side, her face was set somewhere between a frown and profound
sadness. Her hand was resting flat on his chest, her eyes fixed on
his own, it seemed she had all the patience in the world. He thanked
his lucky stars that someone as intelligent, caring and forgiving had
found her way to him and wondered what he had done to deserve her
attention.

A second look at her
brought home the imperfection of their relationship, she was still
wearing her school uniform from the day before. She was his student
and would be for over a year, the headmaster would have caught the
pair of them in an incredibly compromising position had he not been
up for a stretch when the knock at the door came. A dirty thought
flickered through his brain though; Hermione asleep, fully dressed on
top of the covers wasn't half as compromising as the position he
wanted her in. Severus suppressed a chuckle and firmly blocked out
the rather disturbing thoughts of consequences and ethics, he was
exhausted by the long years of selflessness and carefully regulated
lifestyle. For once he was involved in something not under the
influence or on the orders of either master, he was being reckless
and impulsive and he like the feeling of freedom he felt around
Hermione. He felt good and he didn't want to think about any of the
reasons why this was such a bad idea.

He took hold of her and
rolled over her, leaning on his elbows and staring down into her
tired and sad eyes. "I know you want to share the burden with
me, and I thank you for it. I have never known anyone who cared about
me the way you do." She smiled, it was only a small smile, but
it would do nicely. He kissed her, it felt different this time, on a
deeper emotional level and he hoped she was feeling the same way.

Hermione's eyes closed
tight as Severus kissed her, pushing back the tears that had been
threatening to spill. She felt something from him in this kiss, a
need that had never been there before. Only after a few moments did
she realise that she felt the same need, it was a desire for
closeness, for emotional boundaries to crumble. The passion built,
her breath quickened as she felt an overwhelming sensation in her gut
and her hot, wet core. Severus pulled her robes off her and made
short work of her uniform, Hermione was lifted, shifted and nudged as
her clothes were stripped from her body and she in return yanked his
dressing gown from him with an urgency new to her.

She felt his warm hands
on her bare skin and goose bumps rose quickly under his long fingers.
Severus kissed her neck hungrily, one hand running soft stokes up and
down her side, the other kneading her round breast, his thumb rubbing
over her taught nipple. He moved down her body and began sucking on
her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth and teasing it with his
teeth, while still continuing his original attentions. Hermione's
body felt tingly, she sucked her bottom lip and writhed under him,
her head back and eyes closed. She craved yet more intimate contact
and raised her hips up, begging for his attention to move lower down
her body.

Severus looked up and
right into her now open eyes, a smile crossed his face as he let go
of her breasts and kissed his way down her slightly round belly,
murmuring his approval as he went. He lay soft kisses along the tops
of her thighs and gripped at the flesh of her hips with enthusiasm as
he moved his lips to her moist centre. He probed gently with his
tongue, parting her lips and flicking over her clit quickly before
diving eagerly into her.

Hermione's hands shot to
Severus's hair, her feet found his sides and rubbed back and forth
along his body and pressed against his hips. Her moans grew louder
and faster as she felt herself coming to climax, his tongue was
working magic on her, she had never experienced anything like it in
her life. As she came back down, Severus moved back up her body,
wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her
passionately.

Hermione moaned as she
felt the tip of his staff against her entrance when he kissed her,
she drew her legs around his hips and tightened them, bringing him
closer to her and dipping his cock into her slightly. He pulled back
suddenly and captured her eyes. She smiled and licked her tender
lips.

"Don't worry, you
won't hurt me." He nodded in understanding and kissed her cheek
softly, pressing his body right against hers. She could feel every
muscle in his body, his skin was hot to the touch, his heart beating
hard in his chest. Or was that her heart? He whispered something ever
so quietly and she knew it must be the contraceptive charm.

With another desperate
kiss, Severus eased his length inside her, feeling her tight walls
surrounding him he thought he might explode right there. It seemed an
age since he last made love to a woman, if he could even call any of
his past experiences love-making. 'Fucking' seemed more appropriate.
With one great sweep, he cleared his mind of all those thoughts and
began to move in and out of Hermione with a tenderness he had never
felt before.

Their lips met again,
more delicately this time, their bodies joined all the way down and
Hermione let her hands roam over his back, feeling the smooth skin
begin to grow moist with beads of sweat breaking out over it. Her
legs were wrapped tightly around him, but now she loosened her grip
and slid one foot down his leg and up again, letting it rest by his
hip and used her other leg to control her gentle thrusting. She could
feel his skin against hers inside her wet passage, his cock rubbing
back and forth over her g-spot, stimulating her very subtly.

She didn't know how long
they moved together like that, eyes locked and hands resting on each
other's bodies, but as one they both knew when to increase the pace.
It built between them over a minute or so, until they were furiously
pounding against each other and Hermione's panting became mounting
cries of intense pleasure. Severus brushed her damp hair off her face
and adjusted his position so he was raised higher over her, deepening
his strokes. Hermione reacted to the change, her orgasm flowing
through her like rapids in the winter, she didn't care that she was
practically screaming, vague words escaped her open mouth, a few "oh
god"s and multiple "yes"s flowed from her as Severus
slammed into her over and over again.

It was wild and intense,
Hermione enjoyed a cascade of orgasms before Severus finally felt his
balls tighten and his dick swell inside her as his seed flowed forth.
He moaned as he emptied into her and pumped in and out a few more
times before flopping over his lover, utterly exhausted.

They were both wet with
sweat, hair sticking to their heads and necks, despite the chilly
January morning. They exchanged elated smiles and shifted on the bed
to gaze into one another's eyes, hands touching gently on the pillow
between them. Hermione had never felt so euphoric, it was unexpected
but a welcome sensation. She looked into Severus's dark eyes and saw
that they were twinkling.

"I think we should
do that again." Hermione whispered with a grin, her voice
slightly hoarse from her vocal performance. Severus gave her the
smile she was growing more and more fond of, knowing that it was
reserved for her.

"Indeed. It felt
right. Didn't it?" His voice had a completely new tone to it, it
was more soft and relaxed, like he wasn't thinking too hard about
what he was saying. Hermione liked that idea, it meant he was opening
up to her.

"Very." She
replied with a tired smile. "It's a good job Dumbledore stopped
by when he did, not now. Isn't it?" A mischievous grin flashed
across her face and Severus rolled his eyes.

"Yes. It definitely
is."

Severus felt giddy, he
looked at Hermione and loved how she had responded to him, he loved
the way they had fit together as if made for each other and he loved
her like this, sweaty and sated, her eyes drifting closed with post
orgasmic euphoria. His thoughts stopped still on his unspoken words,
the smile fading from his face; he loved Hermione. What would that
mean next time he stood eye to eye with either Dumbledore or, worst
of all, Voldemort?

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