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"Was that Ron and Luna? I thought I heard…" he cut off as he spotted the two of them standing with their arms still wrapped together.
Snape stiffened, his arms dropping and he tried to take a step back. Hermione refused to let him go, instead moving closer to him again. She knew that Harry would be happy for the two of them, and she wanted Severus to understand that she was in no way ashamed of being with him.
Happy gaped at the two of them for a moment before he found his voice. "Uh, I was going to ask now when dinner would be ready, as I have to slip out for a few minutes, but since it's supposed to be Hermione's turn to cook then I guess I should pick up some takeaway while I'm out." He looked directly at Snape. "I take it you're staying for dinner too."
Hermione was aware of the way Snape was looking down at her, rather than Harry, his posture still tense and anxious. He clearly didn't want to assume anything where she was concerned.
"Good idea, Harry," she replied brightly, before looking up at Snape. "What do you fancy, Severus? Chinese is probably the best you can find around here, but there's a half-decent Indian if you prefer."
He shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "Whatever you think best," he replied quietly.
She realised that perhaps he had little experience with takeaway, despite his muggle upbringing. It was unlikely from what she could recall of his childhood memories that he would have tried either Chinese or Indian. He barely looked fed at all, to be honest. "Chinese, I think. Get a bit extra, and we can all share. You know what we like by now."
"Yeah, sure." He scrubbed his messy hair, leaving it even more stuck up than before. "Uh, Professor…?"
Snape turned to look at him then. "If you're going to ask me about your mother, then stop. I have more important things to deal with… today at least. But I will arrange to speak to you about her another time. I have one or two things I can also return to you that I have no need of anymore."
There was stunned silence for a moment as Harry's mouth gaped again, before he managed to stammer a reply. "I, uh… I'd really appreciate that, sir. But I was only going to say I'm glad you finally came. I can't think of anyone better for our Hermione."
Snape twitched in surprise.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry continued, "and sorry for misjudging you all that time."
Hermione smiled and leant her cheek against Snape's chest. She was so proud of Harry for saying so. He'd really grown up since the battle, once the crushing pressure on him to defeat Voldemort had gone.
Snape's arm slid around her waist again. "Thank you Potter. I should apologise too, for my treatment of you. I judged you based on reasons which now are no longer important, and were unfair to begin with." He glanced down at Hermione for a moment, and his face softened. Looking back up at Harry he extended a hand. "I hope we can start again."
Harry stepped forward and grasped his hand. "I'd like that." He moved back again. "Now, I think I'll leave you two to continue… whatever it was that I interrupted. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I'll leave a note for Ron and Luna not to disturb the two of you. If you don't appear for dinner, I'll make sure some food is left under stasis, as I'm sure you'll be hungry later."
"Harry…" Hermione warned.
"What?" he replied, his eyes wide and innocent, as he backed out of the room quickly. "I'm always hungry after a bit of… you know, exercise…"
He pulled the door closed behind him, but not before Hermione managed to grab her wand and shoot a stinging jinx at him. His muffled shout of pain made her giggle, but then the thought of what he was insinuating the two of them would be getting up to made her face heat, and she buried her face in Snape's chest.
She could feel his low rumble of displeasure as much as hear it. "I hope that's not his idea of starting afresh."
Hermione began to idly fiddle with the buttons at the front of his coat. "He's just happy for us, Severus. He knows better than most how hard it was for me after the battle. It took me a while to even accept that there was anything wrong."
Snape's mouth opened, most likely to offer another apology, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Don't… I don't want any more apologies for what happened. We've obviously got a lot to talk about, but I think right now, I prefer Harry's idea." ;p-
"Oh…?" Snape's eyes glittered dangerously down at her.
She smiled coyly. "I think you know…" She wrapped her arms around his neck once more and apparated them both to her bedroom.
Snape looked around the room in surprise, stiffening when he realised where they were. "Are you sure," he asked, suddenly hesitant.
"More than anything." She looked down and blushed. "It's been two years since… well… you remember you put that charm on me so I couldn't… couldn't touch myself…"
His eyes widened in sudden understanding. "You mean… for two years? You've not… what about with someone else?"
She shook her head. "No, there was never anyone. I mean, there were one or two guys interested when I first started at St Mungo's, but I said no when they asked me out. They were idiots. I wouldn't have been interested even if I wasn't waiting for your return. I've been far too focused on my work in any case. If you'd turned me down I would have moved on… but I couldn't until I was sure of what you wanted."
He'd pulled his wand out while she was speaking and had tugged her hands up so he could cast the counter-spell. "I don't deserve you…" was all could say, before kissing her gently on the forehead.
"I think it's me that gets to decide whether you do or not." She fixed him with her best glare, but he only smirked back at her.
"And what have you decided?"
She made a show of thinking, tapping her finger gently on her lips, before he took it away gently and pressed a kiss to its tip before sucking on it gently. Hermione felt herself flush with heat, which only serve to embolden her. She pulled her finger from his mouth and turned her attention to his coat. "I think…" she, ordered, "you need to stop talking and help me with these clothes."
Snape looked down and realised that she'd already managed to get his jacket and shirt undone. He'd barely seen her move. "How did you do that?" He eyed her suspiciously as she grinned smugly back up at him.
"I found the charm ages ago, and practised it until I could do it silently and wandlessly, in the hopes that I would get the chance to do this. Now, are you just going to stand there?
Snape muttered something under his breath about bossy know-it-alls, making her smile, before reaching out to run a finger down the front of her own blouse. The buttons fell open at his touch, the way his had at hers, and his expression turned heated at the material gaped at the front exposing the swell of her breasts. He leant down to press his lips to her, pushing the blouse back off her shoulders even as he started backing her towards the bed.
Some time later they were lying in a tangle of sheets, her legs over his thigh and his fingers gently stroking her back as they lay close, facing each other. They'd had sex twice already, and from the look in his eyes as they wandered over her face and body, she was sure it wouldn't be long before they made it a hat-trick.
The first time they hadn't even managed to get rid of all their clothes before he'd pinned her to the bed, with only the quickest check to see that she was ready for him. She'd been so tight that it had taken a few gentle thrusts before he'd been able to push all the way into her heat, but once he was there Hermione had been unable to wait even a moment before digging her heels into his back and urging him on. Two years without even being about to get herself off had left her desperate and needy, and it hadn't much for him to push her over the edge, nor much longer before he followed her.
Afterwards they'd held each other in silence, kissing and stroking part of each other's skin they could reach, eventually pushing the rest of their clothes off as their touches became heated once more. This time he'd dragged her on top of him, pulling her down to lie on his chest as if he couldn't bear the space between them. He'd dug his fingers into her hips to guide her over him, even as he thrust up into her furiously, this coupling no less intense and urgent than the last. Once she'd got the rhythm he'd wanted he snaked a hand down between their bodies, quickly making her jerk with pleasure as she screamed his name. The loss of rhythm had compelled him to flip her over onto her back, where she'd stayed until they'd both come once more.
Now, as they lay still, getting their breath back, Hermione was finally able to reflect back on everything that had been said and shown in the past few hours. She could barely believe she was actually here with him, naked in his arms, when she'd been so sure she'd lost him. Now, she wondered, what came next for the two of them, now that they'd found each other? Before that, though, there was something else she wanted to ask.
"Severus?"
"Mmnn," he rumbled contentedly.
"Earlier… you said you had decided a week ago that you wanted to be with me …"
"That's correct."
"Then why did you wait so long to come to see me?"
With a sigh he rolled onto his back, and before she could protest at the loss of warmth he pulled her closer again, tucking her into his side so that her head rested on his shoulder. "I needed to plan what I would say. I was so nervous about facing you. I half-feared I had left it too long."
She smothered a giggle as his expression was serious, but she couldn't help her reply. "I can't imagine you being nervous just over what you would say to me, not when you spent so many years lying to Voldemort's face."
The deep line between his eyebrows lifted, and his mouth curled up slightly as he looked down at her. "You… Coming here to face you was infinitely harder than serving him."
Hermione smiled back gently, knowing he was only teasing her, although he had clearly been worried about what his reception from her would be. She lifted her hand to run a finger gently over his lips, something she had done once before, under very different circumstances. This time, instead of pulling away when she felt his gaze on her face, she felt a wave of warmth run through her as he grabbed her hand and pressed his cheek into her palm. She was in danger of losing her head and letting him have his way with her again, but there were things she still really wanted to talk to him about. She pulled her hand back, twisting her body slightly so she was propped up a little and could look into his eyes.
"Severus… please, don't take this to mean that I'm ashamed of you… of us, as I'm not, but how are we going to do this?"
"What do you mean?" He looked suddenly concerned, the heat in his eyes disappearing immediately.
"Well, the press are going to have a field day when they hear about this. It'll be everywhere, you've only just returned and there's so much interest in you already. The papers will be making up all sorts of awful stories about you seducing me when I was at school, or me seducing you in return for better grades. I don't want to hide it, I just don't want everyone speculating about our private lives, and I definitely want to tell our friends before they hear it elsewhere."
Snape's expression had gradually softened while she had spoken, as he realised that she wasn't about to reject him in some way. He opened his mouth to reply, but Hermione continued without seeming to notice.
"I also don't want to go public with this until we're absolutely sure this is what we want, long term I mean…" She finally seemed to notice the look on his face, for he was frowning unhappily at her now, and shifted slightly under her. "Severus, I don't mean that I don't want you, or that I'm planning on leaving you, because frankly I can't see myself with anyone else, and I hope you feel the same. I do love you, you must know that by now. But it doesn't mean that we won't end up driving each other crazy when in a normal relationship. What we've been through so far could never be considered either healthy or normal. I just want to give us a chance before we let everyone else in on what is a private matter between the two of us. And how are we going to live, or spend time with each other? I'll be working at St Mungo's and you'll be stuck… mmmpfh…"
Snape had placed a hand over her mouth, effectively shutting her up. "Gods, woman, do you ever stop babbling?"
Hermione shook her head in response, relieved to see the sparkle back in his eyes.
"I understand your worries, and we'll discuss them all further before making any decisions as to how to proceed." He took his hand off her mouth as he continued. "I did mean to speak to you earlier… before we became distracted with… other issues," he reached down to flick her nipple gently, making her breath catch and leaving her in no doubt as to what he meant. "…about a position that has opened up at Hogwarts. Slughorn wishes to leave, and although I have the leverage necessary to persuade him to stay a little longer, I wondered if you would like to take up his position. The point at which you are at in your mastery is more than enough to be able to teach at NEWT level, and if you wish, I can help you to complete your course. That way we can be together, and it would perhaps be easier to keep this… our relationship secret for longer."
He began to stroke the underside of her breast and her head fell back as pleasure coursed through her body once more. She needed a few moments to think about his proposal, but she didn't want him to stop what he was doing.
"Kiss me while I think about it," she requested. Snape smirked at her, before carefully rolling her over and settling himself down across her upper body. Slowly he began to kiss up the side of her neck, across her jaw. He eventually ended up at her mouth, leaving her breathless with desire as he gently nipped and sucked at her lips.
He's too good at this, Hermione thought, struggling to keep her head clear enough to think. Before long she could feel her own arousal start to build, as well as feel the evidence of his against her thigh. She pushed him back, wanting to finish the conversation before getting distracted.
"Severus…"
"You've decided?" He looked at her with such hopefulness that she almost changed her mind.
"I can't… I don't want to come back to Hogwarts, not yet anyway."
His face darkened, and he shifted back slightly. "But…"
She put her finger to his lips. "No, hear me out, please. We've done this all the wrong way round, being forced into the position we were in. I want to take our time with this, get to know each other, go out on dates. I've never dated anyone before. I want to look back in twenty, or however many years, and have no regrets. I want to remember doing it the right way, not that we rushed into it too quickly. I don't know about you, but I only plan on doing this once."
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her again. "That is my intention also."
Hermione started to run her fingers through her hair as she continued. "Besides, I don't think it's a good idea for you to tutor me for my masters. Once our relationship becomes public knowledge someone is sure to insinuate that it's the only reason I passed. I also need a break from Hogwarts. After you disappeared I barely left the castle in two years. I have to spend some time doing something different, somewhere different, although I have no objections to taking up a teaching position once I have my mastery in two years' time." She bit her lip as he nuzzled the tops of her breasts. "Do you think you can persuade Slughorn to stay that long?"
"I'm sure it's possible. Do you plan on living here for any length of time?" He moved on to kissing along her collarbone.
"I was thinking of finding my own place once I could afford it, why?"
"I'm just wondering how we will find time to see each other. And if we wish to keep our relationship to ourselves for some time, we will be unable to go on these… dates anywhere we are likely to be recognised."
"There are plenty of muggle places we can go. In any case, Severus, you're the headmaster. You can apparate in and out of Hogwarts whenever you wish, so it doesn't matter where I am." She moaned in disappointment as he lifted his head to look at her, making him smirk once more.
"There'll be plenty of time later to sort out the details. For now, I think there's something we'd both rather be doing." She gently pushed him back down towards her breasts. He quickly took the hint.
As much as their first two times had been heated and rushed, now they took their time, exploring each other's bodies lazily until Hermione was almost ready to beg him for more. Sensing her need, he finally settled between her thighs and carefully, almost reverently pressed himself into her, even as he kissed her breathless.
Stilling for a moment he pulled back so he could look into her eyes.
"I meant to tell you earlier, before we were rudely interrupted…" He paused, visually gathering his courage.
Hermione had guessed earlier what he was trying to say, and took pity on him now.
"I love you, Severus," she whispered, stroking the hair at his temples gently.
He smiled, a full genuine smile of delight that reached his eyes. "I love you too, Hermione." He leaned down to kiss her, before pulling his hips back to thrust gently into her again.
A good while later, as she lay in his arms, her need for him slaked for the moment at least, the last thought she had as she drifted into sleep, was that for the first time in over two years, she was truly content.
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