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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I have insane amount of work mapped out for me today...and I suppose to have small number of hours to sleep last night...hahaha...the joke is on me.
This chapter (and song playing on repeat) hopped in my head almost all night, robbing me of my rest. I just had to flush them out of my system. So today you have a double feature (is that correct term?)
I would greatly appreciate your input on this chapter. This is the first time I've written sex scene and I'm not sure if I manage to do it correctly, so, I'd appreciate all your opinions on possible mistakes or if you like it (if there is anything likable in there). Thank you in advance!
(I Just) Died In Your Arms

Severus tried to open his eyes but light stabbed him and he swiftly closed them again, tossing one arm around them. Pain in his head drummed like the hammer against the base of his skull. Room smelled differently, he frowned. Most of the last night was a blur, he had holes in his memory at the size of England. Apart from the headache and memory gaps he felt…relaxed. All pent-up pressure, all anxiety was gone, he he didn't feel this relaxed in years…decades even.
One hand was tossed over the eyes, shielding them with the crock of his elbow, the other was stuck beneath something soft. Body next to him stirred and he instinctively pulled it closer, soft sigh and even breathing of his female companion were shooting. Female companion? Where the hell was he? Last thing he could remember … he was going for a nightcap with Miss Granger, everything after that was…missing.
Maybe he returned downstairs and seek out the girl with eccentric hair. Forcing himself to open his eyes he cracked the lids and glanced around the room. Room looked suspiciously familiar, but surely…he was in hotel, all rooms looked alike. He needed the toilet. Carefully, not to disturb the sleeping female next to him he pulled his arm under her body, and stood up. Who was she? All he could see was shoulders and portion of her back, her head was firmly buried under the mountain of pillows. Curiously, he glanced around the room.
“No! No, no, no, no! Merlin…what have I done?” Anxiety was back with vengeance and not a small amount of fear. Room looked like hurricane fizzed through it. Silently he accioed his things, dressing quietly and fast as possible. He tossed another glance at bed and let the room, practically running down the stairs. Of course, his lock refused to open, red light blinked at him. Pulling his wand, hissed
- Alohamora -
Electric lock sparkled and door slide open. Packing his things in panic, wrecked his, now extremely painful all with white flashes and hot stabs, brain to remember something, anything from last night. “How could I be so weak, so stupid?” portion of memory was swimming around his mind and he force it to play out, dragging his trunk downstairs, the bloody elevator still wasn’t working.
Her breasts bouncing up and down in front of his eyes. He was buried deep inside her snug heated channel. She was riding him like there was no tomorrow, finding purchase on his chest. His hands reached for the bouncy globes, toying with perky nipples. With every squeeze and pull her hips speed up. It was so easy to let go, but he tried to keep at least portion of common sense. As if she read his mind, he felt her shift, leaning and more rubbing than impaling herself, her weight was welcomed on his stomach and chest. Kissing her way along his throat and jaw to the ear, she nibbled lightly on the soft pad before whispering
- I’m on the potion. –
…And she was up again. His eyes darted from her dancing breasts to her face and back. Her eyes closed and focused on the feeling with a slack jaw. Pants and small mewls escaped her lips. Fine coat of sweat made her skin glisten in the darkness of the room.
She was so exquisitely tight. Feeling her walls shake and quiver he dig his hands in her hips, locking her firmly in the position slightly above him. Bending his knees and pushing heels hard against the bed he jerked his hips up. She stilled and then moaned loudly, walls twitching around him. He continued to slam into her drawing more and more sounds, she raised her hands to the breasts playing with her own nipples, squeezing, and pulling and twisting hard. Until her walls grabbed him in a choke-hold, squeezing him almost painfully, her back arching and he moved his hands to support her back, her screams filled the room. Other than the sound, her body tighten and arched, gave of the appearance like she is suspended in time. Reveling in the sight, completely forgot about himself, until her hands landed on his inner thighs, falling behind her back and she dug the nails scratching sensitive tissue. And…he was there, next to her. The dam was broken, feeling of release, almost painful, wash over him as he jerked in orgasmic spasms…
Slamming the card-key at the counter he growled at the girl behind it
- I need emergency travel arrangements. -
- Sir? – girl blinked at him and he glanced at the muggle couple near them
- Special travel arrangements. –
- Yes, yes of course. Please, follow me. – she led him to the back office where scrawny looking wizard was sitting behind the desk
- How may I help you Sir. –
- I need emergency port key. -
- Did you come here with a port key? –
- No. –
- What is the nature of emergency? – the tiny man barely looked at him
- Emergency – he hissed at him and man looked up
- Sir… -
- Give me the bloody key or suffer the consequences. – hissed darkly leaning above the wizard threateningly – Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland. Now. –
- Yes, just a moment Sir. – squeaked the wizard and jogged to the other room
…Her body slacked, like the marionette with cut strings, as her orgasm finally passed. She fell on top of him and he embraced her tightly, enjoying the feeling of their hearts beating so close one to another. It appeared that she didn’t have the desire to move at all, neither did he, not even bothering to pull his flaccid member out. Her head rested on his shoulder and he dug the fingers of one hand in it, basking in the feeling of…
- Here you are Sir. – scrawny man was handing him muggle ballpoint pen – Just click the top of the pen, and if you could… -
He grabbed the pen tightly and kicked the top. Magic wrapped around him, and he was at the Hogwarts gates, recognizing him, gates opened and he stride inside charming his trunk to float behind. Passing the distance from the gates to school in brisk long strides, lashing at himself along the way
“How could I allow for this to happen? Minerva is going to burn me alive! Damn the incompetence of the Dark Lord when he didn’t know how to finish the job properly! What am I to do now?” What happened, how all started, he didn’t force her…did he? But…her position and reactions suggested otherwise. He stopped abruptly and trunk bumped lightly at the leg
…They were sitting in her room, drinking extremely good Tequila. He watched her, with a knot in his lower stomach, as she licked the salt before taking a shot and biting the lemon slice...
They were drinking but not nearly enough for him to forget himself in that way.
…- Professor… - they were at their fourth shot
- Please, if we are going to drink, we are on the first name bases, at least for the time being. –
- … -
- Even muggles have that custom, I believe it is called “the rule of the inn table”. Around the drinking table… -
- …everyone is equal and friends. – she finished and he laughed
- Severus! You are laughing. – he like the sound of his name on her lips
- It is known to happen on occasion, nothing so spectacular to notify Daily Prophet about it. –
- The way they report, it just up their alley. -
- I’ll drink to that Mi…Hermione. It will take some getting used to. –
- Oh! I have real Swiss chocolate, it is sinfully good. You have to try it! – she jumped at her feet, made a step, tripped and landed on him, he reacted on impulse steadying her in a semi-embrace
Next thing he knew they were kissing, devouring each other would be better description. Not breaking off the kiss, they staggered toward the bed, loosing items of clothes on their way. Tripped on the path rug and landed on bed, bumping their heads in process. Separating their lips only for him to lose his jumper. She pushed him on his back and straddled him, setting the rhythm of the progress…
At least he didn’t do anything…improper…no, that was improper on its own…anything worth time spent in Azkaban.
- Severus! What are you doing here day earlier? –
- Later Minerva. – he was nearly at the stairs to the dungeons
- Severus? Did anything happen.? –
- Everything is fine Minerva. Do I have today as my free time? –
- Yes, you do, but… -
- I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. – growled and rushed down. Entering his living space, he flicked the wand. Wards will stay, not allowing trespassers to bother him. Leaving a trail of discarded clothes, headed towards the bathroom, knowing that bathtub is already filling with hot water. “What part of sidestep is not understandable to me? I promised Minerva, I promised myself…and I royally fucked up!” He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and stopped, his shoulders and collarbones were littered with bite-marks, purplish, dark. Stark contrast against his pale skin. His back sting and he tossed the glance over his shoulder turning his back to mirror. He had a bloody scratch marks along the length of his back, and the half-moon marks on his rear-cheeks. He grinned. She was just…perfect. He knew he was damaged goods, outside the bedroom and inside, nothing new there. Submerging in the barely bearable hot water, hissing as wounds started to sting.
He did have a…thing…for a bit of pain. Not too much though, too much pain would set him in a survival mood, but just a right dose…could go a long way. Not that any of his previous partners figured that out. She did. She figured it out and played him like maestro plays violin, never going over the edge, using it to her advantage. And by doing so she probably ruined him for sex with any other female for the rest of his life.
She did disperse some of the misconceptions he had about her. Hermione Granger might be naïve but she was far from prude. Judging by the broken pieces of his memory and her careless remark, as well as level of promiscuity he witnessed on the fourth evening of conference, she was not averse to occasional…relaxation…without any obligations. Which was tempting but sadly not exploitable trait. But…the most perfect of all was the power struggle, and the way she reacted to anything he would do.
… Combination of alcohol and orgasm was so relaxing, he dozed off, for how long he wasn’t sure. But, it had to be for quite some time. What wake him up where her nimble fingers, rising him to fullness again. She was laying next to him, prompted on one arm and studying his face carefully.
- That...is not a toy… for little girls. – his brain still soaked with alcohol, through at that moment he started to doubt that alcohol had much to do to with the haziness in his brain
- Are you sure? I do like to…play. –
- Watch it, you might get burn. – his voice hoarse from what she was doing under the covers
- I see no…danger. – she teased, the little minx
Faster than she could react he had both of her arms, crossed at wrists and pinned above her head, he was holding her loosely with just one hand. The other glided one finger between the dent of her breasts, over the tight muscles of her abdomen, resting it between her folds. He was looking at her, searching. She smirked, then chewed on her lip
- What… -
- Shhhhhhhhhhhh. –
She quieted down, he was still just looking at her. She started to squirm but he pinned her down with a bit more force
- Shhhhhh. –
- Will you do anything? –
- I will… -
- When? – he could hear frustration in her voice
- When the time comes. –
- When…-
-Shhhhhhhhhh. – he kissed her, she relaxed, anticipating but nothing more come from him. After few more minutes she let one frustrating cry, he lightly rubbed his finger up and down and she moaned. He stilled his finger again, watching. He could feel the moist gathering at her core, dripping, coating his fingertip. Suddenly she started to kick and buckle
- Willyoufuckmeallreadydosomething! –
- Speaking in tongues, are we? –
She glared at him with mixture of feelings raging from anger to desire, they burned in her eyes. Finally, she slacked, relaxing all her muscles, giving up. He moved his finger rubbing small circles around her clitoris, her mouth opened and she panted, mewling. Her hips danced lightly but she was still, looking in his eyes. Heel of his palm rested on her lower stomach, while he played with series of small rubs, circles and pressures. Every now and then her back arched slightly, she was looking at him pleadingly. He slid the finger deeper, teasing the entrance and she raised her hips, eyes wide open and begging. He could feel small tremors beneath his palm. Sliding finger inside her in excruciatingly slow motion, made her whine and cry at the same time. He teased her exploring all sensitive spots inside her, and she ranged from fast pants to nearly screams, her muscles started to tremble and he added another finger, parting them slightly, moving them with gradient increase of speed. Soon she was screaming, eyes screwed shut, face pinched in bliss, her hands clench and unclench, her back arching.
Moving swiftly, he was between her legs, his tip snugged at her entrance but he waited. When she opened her eyes, he released her hands. Almost instantly she embraced him, clenching with her thighs, her nails dug in his skin and dragged the stingy lines against his shoulder blades. His hips moved of their own accord as he grunted. Her teeth found his shoulder and…he was lost. Time stopped as she gave him the best gift he could ever receive…she gave him precisely what he needed, without single uttered word…
Now…his whole world was up-side-down, Severus still couldn’t remember all the details, but he didn’t need to. What he could remember would haunt him for the rest of his days. Kiss at the Ministry Ball…last night…everything only emphasized…. “What am I going to do now? Why I didn’t just walk away?”
(I Just) Died In Your Arms"
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way
To get out of this
Her diary sits by the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cat's in her cradle
Who would've thought
That a boy like me could come to this?
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kind of kiss
I should've walked away
I should've walked away
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface, I'm a name on a list
I try to be discreet
But then blow it again
I've lost and found, it's my final mistake
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy
One too many times
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kind of kiss
I should've walked away
I should've walked away
It was a long hot night
She made it easy, she made it feel right
But now it's over, the moment is gone
I followed my hands, not my head
I know I was wrong
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kind of kiss
I should've walked away
I should've walked away
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