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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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“Don't you trust me, Severus?” Her hand felt hot in his as the cold water lapped at his toes. He looked down at her, then out at the vast expanse of ocean behind her. “I promise I'll hold onto you.”

Her blues eyes sparkled with delight as she walked backwards, pulling him farther and farther into the ocean.

“That's far enough.” He said, stopping when the water touched the tops of his thighs.

“Just a little farther? Please.” She pouted prettily.

Sighing he moved out until the water lapped at his waist and Mary was treading water in front of him, no longer able to touch the ocean floor “How are you supposed to hold on to me, if you can't even stand yourself?” He asked, holding tightly to her hands.

“We'll hold on to each other.” She said, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling herself close to him. He flushed red as his cock stiffened and pressed against her bikini clad bottom, knowing she could feel it. “It's okay, Severus.” She whispered, moving slowly against him. “I like you too.” With her arms around his neck, she pulled his face close to her's and kissed him gently. Severus closed his eyes and kissed back, his hands sliding down to grasp her round bottom, his tongue sneaking out to lightly touch her lips. He groaned softly when she opened her mouth to him and their tongues met, rubbing tenderly together. “I want you, Severus.” She whispered, pressing her lips against his neck, her hand reaching down to rub against the front of his shorts.

They held hands as they walked back to the campus, leaving a very unhappy Lance on the beach with Henri and Hugo. Climbing the stairs to her room, he struggled not to rush, eager to get her alone and undressed.

“Ow.” He gasped, when she had closed the door and flung her arms around his shoulders. “It stings.” He said, dropping his shirt to the floor and turning to look at his reddened shoulders in the mirror.

“You are looking a little pink. I guess you needed some more sunscreen. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. “You'll feel better after we shower.” He raised an eyebrow and said nothing as she reached in and adjusted the water temperature. With her back to him, she quickly shed her bikini top and wiggled out of the bottoms. Standing under the water spray she held her hand out. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Blushing slightly, he unfastened his shorts and pushed them off his hips. Pushing back the curtain he stepped under the spray.

“Mmmmm.” She moaned, pressing against him and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned softly when she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him gently. Reaching for the bar of soap, they each took turns working up a lather. Using hands, lips and tongues, they carefully explored each other, rubbing, licking, biting and tasting. Mary's sharp cry of pleasure echoed off the tiles as his soapy fingers moved between her legs.

“What? You can't stop there.” Hermione laughed when she realized he had stopped speaking.

“A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.” He said, a small smirk on his lips.

“Since when?” She threw the quill she held loosely in her hand at him.

“You're throwing things at me now? That's not very professional.”

“Fine. At least tell me how you felt when you were with her.”

He slid his hands down her bare arms and laced his fingers with hers. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her tenderly, his tongue moving in out with the same slow rhythm as his hips. He moaned softly into her mouth as he moved his cock in and out of her tight heat.

“Severus.” She gasped when he broke the kiss, her small hands squeezing his tightly as she moved her hips in time with his slow thrusts. “You feel so good.” She panted.

“You feel good too.” He whispered, trailing his lips and tongue down the side of her neck. Releasing her hands, he pushed himself up on his arms and gazed down at her face as he moved inside of her.

“Oh.” She moaned, her hands now grasping his hips, urging him to move faster. “So good, so close.” He could feel her muscles tensing in anticipation of her climax. Locking his eyes with her's, he moved his hips; harder, faster, his balls throbbing painfully with his own need to come. Her soft cries of pleasure thrilled him as he heard and felt her explode, her body thrashing beneath him as her muscles squeezed his cock in a vise like grip.

“Ohhh.” He hissed loudly as he came, his cock jerking as he emptied inside of her.

“Wanted.” He said softly, staring down at his hands. “She made me feel wanted.”

“She liked you.”

“She liked the accent.” He sighed. “And she thought I was dark and mysterious.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Dismiss the idea that someone could just like you for you. You did that before when you spoke of your Grandmother. You said she was drunk and crazy. Is it really so hard to believe that someone could just like you?” She sighed when he didn't look up or answer. “So what did Lance say when he knew you two were together?”

“I have no idea. I moved my things into her room that evening and we didn't really talk to him for the remainder of the apprenticeship.”

“So you were with her when you learned of your mother's death?”

He stared down at the parchment in his hand, completely oblivious to the angry owl pecking at his arm. His heart seemed to have stopped beating and his whole body felt numb as the words swam across the paper.

Regret to inform you of your mother's death....Father has been remanded into custody for manslaughter....Funeral services will be held........

“Severus?”

He looked up at the sound of her voice, his face paler then normal, his black eyes staring and haunted.

“Are you okay?” She asked, stepping into the room and grabbing the jar of owl treats. The large bird snatched the offering from her hand and flew out the window with a irritated 'Hoot'. “What do you have there? Letter from home?”

“What? Yeah.” He shook his head to clear away the fog. “It's nothing.” Snatching up his wand, he vanished the parchment away in a cloud of smoke. He sat down heavily on edge of the bed, holding his arms out to her, beckoning her to come closer.

“Are you sure it's nothing.” She asked, stepping into his embrace. “Because you look kind of freaked.”

“I'm sure.” His breathy gasp barely audible as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pushing it up and placing a trail of hot kisses along her stomach.

“What are you doing?” She laughed, pushing his head away and staring down into his black eyes.

“Please.” The word sounded almost like a sob as he stared up at her, his eyes pleading and needy.

Confused and concerned, she lowered her head and placed her lips to his. Groaning he enveloped her in his large arms and pulled her down on the bed with him, his mouth and tongue urgent, almost desperate. Never taking his mouth from hers for more then a second, he unfastened, unhooked and removed clothing until his body was pressed naked against hers. Reaching between them, he ran his fingers along her wet folds before grabbing himself and pressing into her welcoming warmth. A sound almost like a sob escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him. He buried his face against the side of her neck as she ran her hand up and down his back and whispered soothingly in his ear.

“It's okay. I've got you.” She cooed as he moved his hips, burying himself over and over inside of her, his thick cock running across her swollen clit bringing her quickly to the edge despite the lack of foreplay. “Oh Severus.” She groaned arching her back as her orgasm ripped through her, curling her toes and making her limbs feel heavy. He moved his hands to her waist and gripped her tightly, his hips moving in quick, fast rabbit thrusts. He cried out, panting and sobbing in her ear as he came, the thick muscles in his back trembling.

“Better?” She whispered, brushing his black hair out of his eyes and running her thumbs across his damp cheeks.

“I am now.” He said, his voice thick with emotion as he hugged her tightly too him.

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know, but not this.”

“Did you love her? Like you did Lily?”

“No.” He shook his head and frowned. “But I think I could have, eventually, if only........

“If only what?”

“I could have stayed with her, in America. If I could have put my life here behind me and started a new one, with her.”

“So why didn't you?”

“You have made a commitment to me Severus.” Albus Dumbledore's face floated amongst the green flames in the fireplace. “You will return to Hogwarts at the end of your apprenticeship and that is final.”

“But Sir.....”

“There are no 'buts'. Promises have been made, I will not discuss this with you any further.” The old Wizard's face disappeared, leaving only flames.

His black eyes met her light brown ones across her desk. “What promise?” Her brow furrowed in confusion.

Sighing, Severus stood up and stepped across the small room. He lifted the pensieve from the bookshelf and placed it carefully in the center of her desk. Picking up the small vial, he held it up and stared silently at it, his face unreadable.

“Are you sure?” She whispered as he uncorked the bottle and poured the misty fluid into the large vessel.

“No.” He shook his head, his voice sounding soft and wistful. Taking a deep breath, he held out his hand for her to take.
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