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To Be Alive	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10469 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 11
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- 13
Severus and Hermione were stirred from bed when they heard pecking at the window. Hermione opened the glass to let Felix inside. When he stuck out his leg she removed the note and began reading.
“It’s from Ginny,” she stated. “Her and Harry are thrilled to hear things are going well, and she wants to have lunch on Monday.” She gave the bird a quick scratch on the head and he flew out of the window.
“It doesn’t say anything about Felix showing up at nearly midnight?” He asked as she got back into bed.
“Why would it..” she stared at him; realization blooming on her face. “Oh damn. They know I’m still here.”
“And is that a bad thing?” Severus’ eyebrow lifted as he waited for a response.
“Yes. Well, no. It’s not. I, I don’t know. You think they know it’s your owl?” Her eyes were wide with concern.
“I don’t know. Do you normally send late night notes with an obsidian bird that could eat most typical barn owls as typically used by the ministry and the post?” He saw her face sink. He grabbed her hand. “It’s ok, Hermione. If you don’t want your friends to know you’re here with me I understand.”
“That’s not it. I just don’t know how to go about any of this. I don’t know what this even is.” He could read frustration all over her face.
“Well, we’re working together, remember? They shouldn’t be surprised that...”
“Severus,” she interjected, “it’s nearly midnight and I’m half naked in your bed. For the third time in a week, mind you. This has nothing to do with the potions.”
He sighed deeply. “I don’t know what this is either, Hermione. The only thing I do know is that if you were to, for any reason, get out of this bed right now and walk away from me...well, I wouldn’t know what to do next.”
They stared intently into one another’s eyes, both seeking answers to questions they were unsure of to begin. When she could stand the scrutiny no longer, Hermione threw any and all caution to the wind. She quickly pushed him to lay down on the bed and clambered over him, positioning one knee on each side of his waist. Her T-shirt road up above her thighs and he could see the deep blue lace knickers that adorned her bottom half. He rubbed his hands over the tops of her thighs and drank in the wild sight of her. Her hair fell around her face in gorgeous curls. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to fist those curls and pull her hair back from her face. Without warning she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the swell of her perfect breasts.
“Fuck, Hermione” was all he could manage when he began to infer her intent. She was rocking slightly against his hips now, and he grabbed hold of her hips in order to spur her on. Before long Hermione was grinding against his growing shaft as her breasts bounced before him. When he could take it no more he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. She let out a moan and the two rubbed more intently against one another.
“Hermione,” he ground out behind closed teeth, “you’re going to need to tell me exactly what it is you want because I swear if you don’t I’m not going to be able to stop what is about to happen.” His erection ground hard into her moistening core. He could feel the wet heat through the thin fabric barrier.
While moaning, she managed her strangled reply: “I’d like to find out what’s about to happen, if that’s alright with you.”
Severus nearly growled at her as he pulled her head back to expose the column of her neck. When he let go, he let his hand graze her cheek and slide down her neck, grasping it slightly on its journey to her right breast. He squeezing it roughly before rolling the pert nipple through his fingers several times. She was writhing and moaning on his lap like a cat in heat. He slid her a bit lower in his lap so she was sitting directly above his cock, which gave him the room necessary to sit up with her draped around him. His mouth found her nipple greedily and sucked it into his mouth. At the contact she let out a delicious scream and continued bucking against him.
Severus wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her beneath him. Now he straddled her thighs. She was panting hard already, and he took the opportunity to reach behind him and pull his shirt over his head. He let his body fall on top of hers and the pair relished the feeling of warm skin on warm skin as his hips continuously ground against her. After several minutes he began kissing her hard, then trailed the kisses down her body, over the curve of her breast, down past her bellybutton, and to her lace cover entrance. He looped his fingers beneath the elastic and pulled them down, tossing them to the floor.
Without hesitation he buried his face between her legs. Hermione let out a shrill scream that encouraged him. He lapped at her delicious juice before letting his tongue enter her channel. Hermione had one hand in his hair as he ate away at her.
Before long she was bucking against his face. Severus new he needed to stop if he hoped to keep her going longer than this, Although difficult, he broke away and looked up at her. He moved up her body and began kissing her aggressively. Hermione enjoyed the taste of her mingling with the taste of his lips. When he pressed his body against her, she could feel his rock hard and straining erection through his boxers.
“Please, please. Let me feel you.” Breathlessly, she expressed her want and desire to him. The meaning was not lost on him, because as she uttered the word “you” she pressed her core desperately against his hard member.
At that he pulled off his boxers and pressed his bare flesh against her bare flesh. The sound they both released at the contact was of utter pleasure.
She was slick, that was certain. He looked deep into her eyes for a moment. “Hermione, I want to be inside you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
“And I know what I want,” her reply was sharp and clear. She looked back at him with an expression of pure need on her face.
He lifted his hips and aligned himself with her body, then began to slowly enter her until all of him was buried inside of her body. Once he was sheathed in her warmth, she let out a satisfied sigh. She could feel his length and girth forcing her walls open and enjoyed the full sensation inside of her body. By the same token, Severus marveled at the way her tight channel squeezed and gripped his length. After several moments of enjoying the contact, they both began to rhythmically rock their hips.
Severus began thrusting into her with earnest, nearly removing his shaft from her body before thrusting back into her for more. She opened her legs wider and wrapped them around his back, encouraging him to settle more deeply into each thrust.
He was certain that you couldn’t actually split a woman in two this way, but if the way she kept opening herself to him was and indication he wouldn’t have been shocked if it actually happened. She accepted him each time into her depts. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore of the agonizing bliss, he buried his face into the nape of her neck and inhaled the scent of her. Hermione’s hand wound its way into his hair as she met each trust. Suddenly they were grinding roughly against each other between trusts.
“Severusss,” she bellowed breathlessly as the head of his cock rubbed deep against her walls.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Let me see you come undone. Let go for me,” his whisper was quiet against her ear. If someone had been in the room they would have never heard; a secret shared between lovers. He continued exploring her depth as he felt her muscles tightening around him. He was sure he was going to lose control at any moment.
“Mmmmmmmm” his moan traveled into her ear and embedded itself deep in her brain. She moaned in response and erupted around him. As she let out an unguarded scream, Severus spilled inside of her and continued moaning into her ear. The symphony created by their shared sounds, his low moans and her high screams, made him feel as if he could get hard all over again and continue his onslaught. But instead, he let his body still and enjoyed the feeling of her wet and pulsing core.
When Severus eventually rolled over and slid out of her, Hermione curled into his side and promptly fell asleep. Severus, however, lay awake beside her for a long while, smoothing her hair back and gazing at her with disbelief at what they had just done.
When Hermione woke the following morning, her body felt deliciously sore. His arm was draped across her waist protectively. As she lay there she thought of all that had happened. Hermione was a very rational person, and she understood what the feeling was that she’d been experiencing, but on some other level she simply could not believe that she had had sex with Severus Snape. The fact that it was the best sex of her life made her feel even more disbelief. She had sex with Severus Snape and all she wanted was the opportunity to do it again.
Severus must have known she was awake because he tightened his grip on her and pulled her a bit closer. At this, Hermione kissed him sweetly. “I can make breakfast. What would you like?”
Without opening his eyes, he replied, “I haven’t done the shopping. Let’s go out.”
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The pair sat at a small cafe endearingly called The Sunday Spot. They had ordered a full English and were sipping their tea as they waited for their breakfast’s arrival.
“So I guess I’ll have a talk with Kingsley when I get into work tomorrow,” Hermione thought out loud.
“That would be good. I have a meeting scheduled with a woman named Anastasia Goodrich on Thursday; she runs Goodrich Industries and wants me to brew a new version of Bundimum Secretion. Apparently she thinks a new, hybrid version of the plant will produce a stronger cleaning power. I’d love it if you could come.”
Hermione smiled at him. “Yes, I’ll be there so long as I can.”
Severus smiled and reached out the grab her hand. He lightly brushed his thumb over the tops of her knuckles.
“Why good morning” a cheery and familiar voice chided. Severus quickly pulled his hand away from Hermione’s and looked up to see Ginevra Weasley and Potter standing beside their table.
Flustered, Hermione replied. “Good morning, Ginny. Harry. What brings you two here this morning?”
“Someone burned the last of the eggs,” Ginny shared, covertly pointing in Harry’s direction.
Hermione chuckled. Ginny looked from her friend, to Professor Snape, then back to Hermione. “We’ll let you enjoy your breakfast. Hermione, I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow. Professor.” She gave a nod in Snape’s direction.
“Miss Weasley. Potter.” Severus managed a small nod in return.
As Ginny moved to walk back towards their table, Harry spoke directly to Hermione, his tone of voice not betraying his feelings. “So your sending his owl late at night? And holding hands over breakfast? What gives, Hermione?” He didn’t sound angry, but confusion and frustration and a suddenly very uncomfortable air flooded the room.
“Come on Harry...” Ginny grabbed his arm to try to pull him away, but his feet stayed firmly planted as he waited for a response.
Hermione sighed. “Harry, I don’t know what you’re getting at...”
Snape interjected. His voice was slow and melodious and reminiscent of the tone he used during a classroom lecture.
“Mr. Potter,” he began, “ I know that you don’t have any love for me and therefore do not care much about what I might have to say. I will, however, say it anyway. My life has been permeated with depression and anger. I have never been in control of my own life. I spent years protecting you, all of you, in hopes of alleviating some weight from my guilt riddled conscience. I am not a good person by any measure and most days I am restraining the urge to berate someone, much like I’m restraining from doing to you right now. In the years since the war I’ve been trying to make my own happiness and failing miserably. Now, I am happy in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I understand that you have your judgements to make, but know that I am simply a damaged man who has finally found some peace. And I don’t mean to do anyone any harm. Never again.”
Hermione could see the lines of stress and anxiety forming on his face and she let her ankle rub comfortingly against his shin beneath the table. Harry and Ginny stared at the old professor. When it became apparently that Harry had no reply, Ginny spoke.
“I’m terribly sorry, Professor. We will let you return to your...”
Harry placed his hands on the table and leaned across Snape’s saucer, making eye contact with his former professor, their faces inches from each other’s. Harry whispered through gritted teeth, never once breaking his glare from Snape’s onyx eyes. His voice was nearly impossible to hear.
“Do. You. Love. Her.?”
Snape stared back a moment. He brought his lips closer to Harry’s ear and whispered his reply so neither of their female companions could hear.
“Always.”
Harry pulled back suddenly to stare into Snape’s face. He gave the Professor a small nod and then stood up.
“I apologize for the intrusion. Hermione, we will see you soon. Professor, have a good day.” Harry turned to return to his table with Ginny beside him.
Hermione lifted her cup to take a sip, eyeing her partner carefully. Something in his demeanor had changed, that was for certain, but she couldn’t discern just quite what it was.
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