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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31744 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thank you all for your support, kudos, comments and klicks.

Sadly, I'll keep messing and missing the posting dates for a while longer :(
My work, Master studies and work around the house (painting walls, re-furnishing etc) take up much of my free time. On top of it all, I started doing tests and checkups - somewhere around end of the month I'll have that second procedure, I still don't know will I and/or for how long be on the meds again. First time around they really messed up my mind, turning it to a useless mush :(

Still not beta edited and running only on Grammarly so...
Her head was heavy and fuzzy. Hermione tried to move but it seemed that her mind and motoric functions were separated. Eyes refused to pry open. But she was warm, in fact, she was in the cocoon of warmth.
What time is it? What happened? Where am I?
She worked her jaw, not an easy task against a rather hard surface she used to press her face against. The surface was moving, rhythmically. Hermione frowned. The room felt familiar, not that she could see it, but still, something inside her told her that she is safe.
The feverish feeling coursed through her body, weighing on her, drumming on her sleep addled brain. Memories came rushing in- the argument, her parents… Her parents. Pain surged like an electric current.
I hoped, but I knew. I think I always did.
She broke after she found out. She lost it, taking it all on Severus. Demanding…
Oh Gods! Did I really… And did he… Severus…
Her neck sent small needles of pain down her shoulder. Half of her face felt sort of numb. Sure she was warm, but something weighted over her waist. She tried to move. Her forehead collided with a hard but moving surface. Whatever pressed her down increased its pressure, pulling her closer to…
Severus!
Hermione’s eyes spring open, just moments ago she couldn’t force them open but now they were wide. She stared at the dark shapes of a nightshirt. The light in the room was muffled by the drapes, but the moonlight was still strong.
She wasn’t, as all previous times, on the covers, huddled against Severus’s arm. She was under the covers, his right shoulder serving as her pillow, his left arm wrapped around her.
He must be mighty uncomfortable like this.
Severus was in half twisted position, mostly on his side, turned to her but somehow she still managed to use his shoulder to sleep on it. The pain in the neck reminded her of it vividly. Hermione tried to move her legs but gave up. Her right leg was trapped between his thighs, pressing at...
She could feel the heat gathering in her face. Her heart drummed in her chest, hammering its way out through the bone.
Her eyes, now accustomed to the gloom of the room, gazing at the tendons on his neck and the shy peak of his collarbone through the V-shaped opening in his nightshirt. Shifting just so, Hermione raised her face to look at Severus.
He always looked so peaceful sleeping, it almost transformed him into someone new, unfamiliar. The lack of harshness, softness of his features, even his lips appeared to be fuller. Carefully not to disturb him, Hermione sneaked one arm out of the cover, she let it hover over his lips.
The need to cry mixed with the desire to press her lips to his was overwhelming.
No! Never again! Not like that, not without…
“Either you do what you ought to do, or give up and let me sleep.”
Hermione squeaked- startled, her body jerked back, trying to pull off. It was easier said than done, his hands still cradled her, leg trapped between his. Embarrassed, she tried to hide her face, lowering the head in a spastic movement. Her forehead collided with his chin- painfully.
“Bloody hell, witch.” Severus rumbled, grouchy but without sharpness.
“I… Sorry, didn’t mean to… I’d never… never again…” Hermione stumbled over her own words.
“Stop.” Severus sighed, his body pulling back just a fraction, releasing her of his hold. “I must say it is highly unattractive when you stutter like that.”
Hermione’s brain froze. She was still trying to untangle her thoughts when the word unattractive cut into her mind. She blinked, then blinked again.
“Don’t read to much into my words, Hermione.” Severus' rumble came from great distance.
How can it be?
He was still almost pressed against her.
She blinked again.
“What time is it?” Hermione asked. Idiot! Fool! Of all the things I could say…
“One, maybe closer to two in the night.” Severus replied.
“Ummm, yes. I’m sorry to wake you up. I was just…” she tried to explain and failed. Hermione still couldn’t explain to herself how she ended up where she was.
“You cried yourself to sleep, I placed you close where I can watch over you in case of need.” Severus finally opened his eyes.
The situation, their position was highly intimate. Her heart picked up the pace of already insane beat.
“I’m sorry to bother you.” She managed to squeeze a lame apology.
“It’s too late for that, I’d say.” Severus chuckled. “Do you recall anything from the conversation…”
“I remember everything. Everything.” Hermione felt her face heating again, she was grateful he couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold you to your words. I understand that you wanted to- help. But, it is not your…”
“How long do you know me?” Severus asked with a note of annoyance. “How many time times did you heard me say something I don’t mean, at least on some level?”
“I don’t want to force you....” she whispered.
“You are a far better option than all others combined. But, I will make you a deal. We keep this quiet, not telling a soul living or dead, about our conversation. Not until you finish your apprenticeship. And, I give you your full right to change your mind during that time.” Severus sounded awake and serious. “One more thing, whatever happened between us from now until you start your apprenticeship, on that day it stops. I was never unbecoming toward any of my students, and I do not intend to start now.”
“But you are still willing… I mean…” Her brain did the summersaults, not quite capable to focus on what he wanted to talk about.
“Yes.” Severus sighed with exasperation. “Did you ever heard the word of what I was saying?”
“I did, I heard everything, I don’t understand why- but, I don’t need to at the moment.” She snapped at him. “Sorry, I just… I don’t want to force you to anything.”
“That is rich, coming from you. Ever since I woke up, all you do is forcing me to do something.” Severus chuckled again. “Face it, it is in your nature to be pushy and bossy.”
“So you… Yes, I know- whatever we do stops when my apprenticeship starts until its end. But you would willingly...?” Her voice vibrated with anticipation.
Severus sighed, murmuring under his breath. Hermione couldn’t hear the words, but a thingle of mint wash over her mouth, moments before his hand cupped her cheek. Severus’ lips gently touched hers.
It was the briefest of touches but her eyes fluttered close, breath hitched.
“By now you know enough about me to know that I had far less- agreeable tasks.” Severus murmured into her lips.
The buzz of words thingled, building pressure of anticipation and something she couldn’t quite understand. Something she couldn’t name but it was strong and compelling. Severus chuckled again, it was odd. He was so different from what she knew about him, from what he was usually like.
“I did think that you’d want a more- romantic setting. A sort of courting or candle-light dinner.” Severus continued.
Hermione pulled back, tugging her entire body, colliding her elbow to his side, her head once more with his. Tugging on her leg…
He is serious, … Oh, Gods!
She nearly missed his words, half grunted but still almost amused. “I did hope that it will be less damaging for my person. If I may suggest that you try to preserve any parts you deem necessary- for now or in future, perhaps.”
Hermione stilled. Severus released her leg and gently let her to roll on her back, propping on the arm above her.
“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked.
Hermione opened her mouth but voice betrayed her, she just nodded, eyes wide. His head blocked the light from the window and his face was just a ghostly white blur obscured with black strands.
“What do you want?” Severus asked again.
Hermione gulped, her mouth felt dry. “I want to… I don’t know much… What do you like?”
“You may find yourself disappointed, Hermione. My memories do not necessarily reflect my preferences.” Severus replied softly, he was trailing one finger over her features. The touch addled her brain.
“I’m sure. That is if you do not feel forced to.” the words scratched her throat.
“Do I look forced to you?” Severus raised an eyebrow.
No, he didn’t look forced, but the word coerced kept pressing on her mind. Hermione felt confused. If she said something wrong he might change his mind, then again if…
“I have my reasons, Hermione. And I can assure you, they are utterly selfish.” Severus finally mumbled.
She nodded again.
“But we are dressed.” It was all she could think of saying. She was fully dressed, he was in his nightshirt. That wasn’t a promising start.
“Is that all that bothers you?” Severus almost laughed.
Hermione didn’t know what to say or do. She never initiated anything with Ron, and Ron never asked anything remotely like this. She never felt this way either, and all Severus did was one almost chest kiss and he traced a finger over her face.
She sucked the air sharply when warm sheets touched her bare skin.
“Better?” he asked and she blinked.
Severus shifted, hovering now over her, she could feel his body heat through the barrier of sheets still separating them. Her entire body shook, trembling like she is freezing. There was a good mixture of desire and fear.
Hermione wasn’t afraid of him. But she couldn’t stop her brain of thinking of all the times she tried and failed to relax and at least enjoy herself. She wanted this time, with him, to be good. To be special. Something to remember if opportunity never presented itself again. But what if she wasn’t capable of...
“We may stop whenever you want to.” Severus murmured in shooting voice.
That spurred her to action. Hermione reached and pulled him closer. Their lips touched again. It was different now, still tender but also more urgent, more demanding. The trembling of her body intensified, but it wasn’t all unpleasant.
Touching his skin felt new. She knew every inch of his body, she touched it numerous times, and it still felt different. It was different. His skin was warm, tight over the muscles that gained their strength. It felt like soft cotton stretched over the granite.
Severus’ tongue tickled her pallet, his hand run lazy circles over her skin, drawing prickles in its wake. Hermione was confused by her own reaction. She could feel her body responding, her nipples tightening, muscles in her lower abdomen tugging.
And she didn’t know what to do with her arms. Finally, timidly, she wrapped one arm around his shoulder, the other hand ended up in his hair. She pulled him even closer, gasping when his weight pressed over her.
The feel of his skin on hers was electrifying.
They snogged for what felt like hours before Severus abandoned her mouth and traced the kisses down the neck. He gently lapped at the pulsating vein and she moaned. The sensation was- indescribable. Tingling, slightly painful in a pleasant way. It made her entire body surge up, to press against his.
He was silent, not really looking at her but focusing all his attention to places his lips touched. She tried to stifle the sounds when he reached her breasts.
“Don’t be quiet, I want to know if I’m doing something right. No one can hear us.” Severus softly whispered.
He licked the hardened peak of her nipple blowing gently. Even if she wanted, Hermione wouldn’t be able to suppress the sound. Hand on his back curled, she could feel the skin under her nails. Severus grunted, but he didn’t complain or pull back.
Hermione wanted to move her legs, do something, anything- to participate. But, disappointingly all she could do is lie on her back, feeling passive. It became increasingly problematic to bee passive the more he nipped and sucked and licked her breasts and nipples.
When Severus continued down she giggled, twitching. “It tickles.”
He didn’t say anything but Hermione could swear that his hair somehow managed to linger on most ticklish parts. And she was certain she could feel his smile on her skin.
Her legs parted to accommodate his torso as he placed small kisses all over her stomach. Hermione grabbed the sides of the pillow she was using, clenching tightly.it was embarrassing, she was wet and the more he neared her core the more aware she became of the wetness.
Her body stiffened when his lips touched the apex of her thigh, just below the hip bone line.
No, it can’t be. He won’t…
“What is the matter?” Severus asked.
Hermione opened her eyes to find him looking at her. Deep heat engulfed her face.
“I, I didn’t wash. I did, before the ball but that was hours ago and…” she managed to choke. That magnificent feeling slowly slipping away.
“I won’t do anything I find unpleasant for me, I expect the same from you.” There was an annoyance in his voice, almost like Severus was insulted by her remark.
Without any more delay, he slipped back down. Her legs fell over his shoulders. Hermione wasn’t aware that she could even produce the sound she did when his lips touched the skin of her core. Her hips bucked. The sensation was- new, she couldn’t compare it with anything she knew before.
Somewhere inside her, the pressure gathered, but she couldn’t pinpoint where started. It was elusive and yet present. She felt his fingers palpating around the entrance and wailed. The feeling of embarrassment covered her like a blanket.
She didn’t want him to stop and she was mortified.
One of his fingers slipped in, the other soon followed. Her muscles tighten around his fingers, that glided in and out, softly touching inside her, pressing here and there. He must have touched something because Hermione thought she was shocked with a mild electric shock. Every nerve in her body tightened, her skin prickled and vibrated. Her hips bucked again when he touched the same spot sucking hard on her clitoris.
The pressure was suffocating, but she couldn’t reach it.
“No…” she whined when his lips abandoned her clitoris.
“Relax, just relax and stop thinking about it.” Severus’ voice sounded rasp. But he had a compelling quality and she obeyed his command.
The pressure intensified. At this point, there were so many sensations for her to focus only on one. But pressure continued to rise, tugging on her muscles. And then, it just burst, released all that pent up energy in a flare of white spots and trembling of muscles and oddly calm floating sensation. It pierced through her, escaping with one unarticulated yelp.
Hermione came down from her high slowly, breathing heavily- more like gulping for air. She became aware of the sweat coating her skin and the fact that Severus was still more or less in the same position, with his fingers still inside her.
Oh, Gods!
He was watching her. The moment she felt heat licking her neck and face his fingers moved again.
“What… Oh…” she tried to speak but her head fell back.
The feeling was back, not as strong but still present. But I wanted to… I need him to shag me. However, she felt too afraid to speak and break the enchantment of the moment. His fingers felt more determined now, not exploring as much as leading her.
The need returned, but without the pressure.
“Please…” Hermione heard herself saying. What was she pleading for?
It appeared that Severus knew, even if she didn’t. He pulled back from her, leaving her to feel almost abandoned, but moments later he was above her. Hermione could see his feverish eyes, and feel the warm breath on her skin.
“Are you sure you want to…” he asked, his voice gravelly.
Hermione pulled him down, seeking his mouth, wrapping her legs around his middle and locking her feet on the small of his back. There was a moment of awkward shuffling on his part and touching and huffing before she felt his cock pressing on her entrance.
She stopped wiggling and nudged him with her heels. Murmuring the words she couldn’t understand Severus slowly sink into her. One long hiss escaped him and buzzed through the kiss. She felt full, sort of stretched, but it was different this time.
The burn was missing, but it did feel like there was less space than before. He was still for far too long and she wiggled.
“Close your eyes, focus on the feeling.” Severus murmured in her ear, trailing kisses over her face and neck.
He started to move. It was- definitely different than the last time. More pleasant. Even his cock managed to touch some spots inside her or at least rub at the right places. His movements speeded up and she clenched her muscles. He hissed again.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to… Did I hurt you.” she breathed out.
“Keep. Doing it.” Severus hissed the words and she did her best to rhythmically clench her muscles.
The sensations were different now, less intense but more caressing. Hermione decided that she could spend hours like this. She probably could, the pressure would appear but only in short burst and dissipate fast after. She’d worried about it but his mouth found all the spots that made her release sounds she’d normally feel embarrassed about.
The rhythmic motion lulled her to a state of bliss. But Severus speeded up, grunting, jerking his hips sharply against her. And soon, with a low growl, he suddenly pulled out of her with a grunt and the hiss, pressing his head into the pillow next to her neck.
Hermione could feel the trembling of his muscles and tried to pet him. Then it hit her, she didn’t… she enjoyed but she couldn’t reach orgasm like this.
Maybe Ron was right, maybe I just don’t know how to enjoy.
Oddly, she wasn’t disappointed. Not even sad. She still enjoyed immensely, but she still had a feeling that something was missing.
What would Severus think? Ron was always moping and grumbling if he managed to notice…
Severus, rolled on his back, pulling her to his chest, damp from sweat. He was still breathing like he just ran a marathon, but one of his hands caressed her hair.
He will change his mind now. Who would want a girl incapable of orgasm?
“Stop worrying, Hermione.” Severus rumbled above her.
“I wasn’t… How did you know?” Hermione decided that she won’t lie to him.
“You are not only chewing on your lip but also on me.” Severus sounded knackered, but he still held her close, his fingers grazing her skin. “What is wrong?”
“I think I might be- wrong. Broken somehow. Maybe I just can’t have an orgasm like other girls.” she sighed into his skin.
“I disagree. You are very responsive.” he tried to convince her.
“But…”
“Hermione, sex like anything else is a matter of practice. Like in dancing, you have to learn how to follow your partner, how to feel one another before you can move like one. You are quite capable of having orgasm as you demonstrated.” Severus said.
“But not after.” She frowned.
“And I wasn’t expecting it. Like I said, it takes time.” He stroked her back.
“So, what now?” Hermione asked. That was the question, one she had no answer.
“Now we sleep.” Severus summoned his wand and dried the sheets. Showing the wand under his pillow he pulled her tighter against him. “Rest.”
Hermione nodded, snuggling next to him. Tomorrow he may change his mind, and she wanted to to take as much as she could while he offered. This was the memory she would cherish, everything else- every worry she might have- could wait for her return to Hogwarts.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus waited until her breathing told him that she was sleeping. He couldn’t sleep, his body still hummed. He never felt more alive.
Dying before experiencing this would be a waste.
He pointedly pushed back the bitter thoughts that threatened to ruin this moment of absolute bliss. Yes, he could go through with it, with all of it. Selfish as it was, he would gain more than she ever would from that deal.
He pulled her closer, inhaling her smell. Even if she didn’t know it, it was a novel feeling for him. The tender and suffocating at the same time. Whatever experience he had, as poor as it was, he never before- made love.
It was a whole new ball game if memory serves him what it was before. He could see her insecurity, her doubts and fears. He took as a personal challenge to show her that she could enjoy.
Severus huffed in annoyance.
He won’t allow himself to be compared to that oaf.
Severus wanted to erase the memories of her previous bad experiences with Weasley boy. He hoped that he managed at least partially in his effort. On his part, Severus knew that he would cherish every moment, every sigh and moan, every tug of her body. They were already engraved in his memory.
She may change her mind, in time, and he will let her decide the fate of both of them. But for now… for now, he’ll stick to the plan. She was still his responsibility, and he will act accordingly; not that would be an effort on his part.
We should use tomorrow to go to the estate.
It was time to key her in. Soon they will move there, but at the time she will be his apprentice and once more out of his reach. He pulled her closer, soaking the heat of her body.
Everything he does from now on, he is doing for her. It was his duty to do the right thing. Oddly enough, doing the right thing out of duty never felt more right in his life.
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