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Chapter 12:
Post-Coital

Severus felt the jolt go
through him, searing his skin and his insides at the same time. The
cackling laughter filled his ears as he fell to his knees. He hadn't
been able to hide it, the Dark Lord had seen straight through his
glazed eyes, into his mind and his heart. He'd been naive to think he
could hide his love from Voldemort's penetrating stare and now he was
on the brink of death, knowing it wouldn't be quick, it would last
for hours as true punishment for betraying the Dark Lord in more ways
than one. It was bad enough to have been on Dumbledore's side all
these years, but to give away his heart, something that should have
belonged to Voldemort as much as his soul, and to give it to a
mudblood? That was the greater betrayal as far as Voldemort was
concerned.

Severus rolled over, his
wet eyes opening slowly, his ribs ached and head pounded. He rubbed
his eyes, frustrated by the unshod tears and shaken by the horrible
nightmare. He turned his head to look back at Hermione, she was
sleeping soundly, her soft, naked body breaking out in goose bumps
from the cold in his dungeon room. Severus reached for the throw
pooled at the foot of the bed and gently placed it over the young
beauty before sliding himself under the thick duvet, he pressed
himself close to her and held her tightly, afraid that this would all
be over before it had really begun. He lay soft kisses on her
forehead and stroked her hair, not wanting to fall asleep again and
have to face more disturbing dreams.

He watched her sleeping
for several long minutes, he examined every freckle on her nose,
watched her gentle breathing and followed the soft curls of her long
brown hair from the roots to the tips with his eyes. He smiled, it
felt so right to be with her, but it didn't make any sense; she was
so young, so perfect. How could she possibly feel what she seemed to
feel for him? They had shared the most exquisite sex Severus had ever
experienced, so passionate and pleasurable beyond measure, she had
writhed and moaned beneath him and called his name over and over
again. He thought he must be dreaming, or that something was horribly
wrong and this wasn't Hermione's body before him but some imposter
polyjuiced to trick him into revealing his secrets. He couldn't
fathom how they had come from awkward sexual tension in the classroom
to this post-coital, blissful sleep. How was it that he had fallen so
helplessly in love with her? His student, a woman twenty years his
junior and classroom pest since her arrival at Hogwarts. He chuckled
and placed his finger on the moment it all changed, that night at
Grimmauld Place last July. He shuddered at the thought that, should
this work out and they survive the war and bring their relationship
into the open, he might actually have to thank Lupin for
opening his eyes.

She stirred when he let
loose his small laugh, a smile spread over her face and she wriggled
closer to him, never opening her eyes.

"Hi." She
murmured sleepily. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
"I'm horny." She giggled. Severus felt something twitch,
butterflies rose in his stomach and a low moan escaped his lips. He
pulled her tight against him, pressing his returning erection up
against her thigh. She opened her eyes and they were alight with
passion and enthusiasm, firing his groin to life fully. They kissed
hard, tongues darting back and forth, hands roaming to the most
intimate parts of each others' bodies.

Severus dipped his index
finger into her, feeling her wet walls, he added his middle finger
and began swirling them around inside her. Hermione's hand was on his
shaft, gripping it tightly and roughly thrusting up and down. He had
a sudden longing to feel her hot mouth around his length, to see her
big brown eyes looking up at him from his groin. He groaned and
removed his fingers from inside her, running his hand up her side to
her shoulder, passion was overriding his senses and judgement as he
took hold of her shoulders and pushed down, clearly communicating his
wishes. She broke the kiss and looked searchingly into his eyes,
Severus was knocked into touch when he returned the eye contact, he
remembered her age, her inexperience and felt a fool for being rough
with her.

"I'm sorry. I had a
male moment." He looked thoroughly shocked and appalled with
himself. She laughed and gave him a gentle shove in the chest. Her
eyes ran down his body and settled on his purple length, pre-cum
glistening at the head. She cocked her head and turned back to his
face.

"I've never... you
know... done that before." Suddenly Severus felt like a dirty
old man and he recoiled from her with more haste than he intended,
she looked hurt.

"Hermione? Oh, god.
I'm such a pervert."

"Don't be silly."

"Were you a virgin,
before?" She shook her head and gave him a reassuring smile.

"No, Severus."

"Do I want to know
who..?" She laughed.

"It's probably not
who you think."

"Really?" He
cocked an eyebrow, he was interested now, but knew his jealous side
wouldn't like to have that bit of information. Hermione sat up
straight and began fiddling with a lock of her hair, a wicked smile
playing at the corner of her mouth. "Well?" He asked, even
though he knew better.

"Viktor Krum."
That was a surprise. Big enough he couldn't hide it.

"Wow. Didn't see
that coming." He gawped. "I'm a bit jealous." She
smiled at him.

"Because it wasn't
you?"

"No. Because I've
never shagged an international Quidditch hero." They both broke
into bright laughter, a tickle fight ensued, followed by more
wonderful kissing. Severus felt like he was in heaven. It was far too
good to be true.

Hermione dressed slowly
and reluctantly while Severus watched her from the bed. She was
riddled with contradicting emotions, on the one hand she felt alive
and elated from the experience. She had never imagined sex could feel
so fantastic and was bathed in euphoric bliss from experiencing it
with Severus of all people, a man she respected, adored and had
secretly lusted after for so long. On the other hand, her sensible
side was kicking in, asking all sorts of questions that the other
side of her wanted to ignore. What happens now? How does he feel?
What will happen if anyone finds out?

A frown crossed her brow
as she gingerly put on her robes over her school uniform. She was
scared that seeing her dressed in this again would cause Severus to
regret their actions, that he would be repelled and want her out of
his sight. She glanced at him as she straightened her clothes. He was
smiling sleepily at her, propped up on the many pillows at the head
of the bed, the duvet lying across his waist. She could see the
remaining and rapidly fading bruise at his right side and memories of
the day before rushed over her. She sat down next to him and stroked
his hair off his face.

"I know you probably
don't want to talk about it, but if you do want to tell me what
happened with... you-know-who, you can tell me. I won't freak out or
anything." He frowned and shifted a bit, twisting his face away
from her outstretched hand. "What? What's wrong?" She asked
gently.

"Hermione... For one
thing, what happens when I have to go to his side has to remain
private between me and Dumbledore. And more importantly," He
took her hand and kissed it softly, "I desperately want to keep
you separate from it. I couldn't live with myself if I tainted you
with knowledge of the things that happen there." Hermione felt
great pride and tenderness for this man swell inside her, quickly
followed by consternation. What did he think she was? A little girl
under his protection? The rampant shag they had just shared kind of
destroyed that dillusion, at least to her it did.

"You can't protect
me from it for ever Severus. I am not some little girl who is going
to sit at home waiting for you to return from battle to dress your
wounds and not ask questions. That's not who I am. I'm a part of this
war whether you like it or not." She stood up and charged for
the door. But his soft voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Yes you are. But
you are not a spy or Death Eater. You can play your part in this
crazy war, at Potter's side with your wand drawn, and you can do that
without ever hearing my account of my part in the war."

She turned and looked at
him, still ruffled by his insistence on keeping her in the dark, but
softened by his words and his delivery. He held such sadness in his
eyes, she knew she was the only person to ever hear the soft tone of
his voice and to see his eyes unglazed with well-practiced shields.
He was unguarded with her, vulnerable and it made her previous
worries melt away. It didn't matter what happened next or if they
were discovered, because he loved her so deeply and she loved him,
that was all that mattered, the rest would work itself out. At this,
Hermione smiled. Severus cocked his head to one side. "What?"

"I love you so
much." She still had her hand on the door knob, it was the look
on his face that wrenched her back to his side. All at once he looked
relieved, exhausted, excited and something else she couldn't trace.
She threw her arms around him, feeling his arms snake around her, his
breath hot and ragged against her neck as he buried his face in her
untamed hair. She felt him quake against her, as if holding back a
vocal sob and he held her so tight she found it hard to breathe. But
she didn't care, he could hold her as tightly as he needed to, it
didn't matter.

"God Hermione."
He whispered as he reluctantly pulled back, his eyes were dancing and
alight with tears he wouldn't allow to fall. He stroked her cheek and
a sad smile crept over his lips. "I, I..."

"I know." She
smiled, it might be a very long time before he was able to say it out
loud, but she knew in her guts that he loved her too. She leaned in
to him and kissed him ever so softly, lips slightly parted, his
breath hot on hers. They kissed for several very long minutes, at
times more desperate and passionate, at others merely light pecks to
the lips, cheeks and neck. Finally, Hermione pulled back and stood
slowly from the bed.

"You have to go."
Severus looked down at his hands.

"Yes, I'll have to
explain where I've been. Don't worry, I'll be careful leaving."
She grinned at him and his face twitched with worry.

"We should resume
work on the potion tomorrow. Meet me in my lab after lunch?" She
nodded and left quietly, making sure the corridor was empty and
slipping unseen up to the entrance hall, much to her relief.

She sank onto the bottom
step of the grand staircase and rested her head in her hands, all the
stress of the previous day and that morning swept over her, relief
that for now at least, it was over. But she dreaded the next burning
of the Dark Mark on Severus's arm. Could she really cope with this?
In truth, she had no idea. This would be the single biggest test of
her character in her young life and the weight of that settled in her
stomach and on her shoulders as she felt a heavy tiredness fill her.
She climbed the stairs and made her way to her bed for some more
sleep, painfully aware that she would most likely see one of her
friends and need to explain where she had been and why she was in her
uniform on a Saturday morning. She pushed aside her concerns and
hoped for the best, which she was granted. She slipped through the
quiet common room and up to her dormitory without much notice, and
finally collapsed on her bed, drawing the drapes around it and curled
up to sleep.

AN: Thank you so much to
mandyy, Vampire_Exotica, Starbridge, Catpower, kayron, Joani, Bree,
Jillian and especially Mandy for all of your fantastic
encourargement!
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