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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I do apologise for the delay in the update, but its here. And closing fast toward the end. ;-)

It wasn’t that the home wasn’t beautiful; a large sprawling green lawn in the front, spotted with various trees and shrubberies, and a rolling lawn of an even greener hue in the back with several gardens and gazebos all well tended for leading down to a lake with a pebbly shore at its edge. Two stories and stretched tall with a wide arched roof and balconies and wrap-around porch with a swing, the white house hardly seemed like something that Severus Snape would own, let alone own as a summer retreat. Hermione was in awe; her eyes marveling at each wonder as she walked up the drive. The apparation hadn’t taken but a moment and yet she felt as if she’d been traveling for hours to reach her destination. Explaining to her friends and family that she’d be spending the summer away undertaking an apprenticeship was not so easy.

            But she had managed and there she stood, gazing up at the large doors half expecting a butler to bustle through the door and usher her inside. Hermione found the front door unlocked and let herself slip inside. She was not greeted by a long foyer or even a fancy waiting room, but rather a cozy warm home that made her lips turn up in a smile. A large wooden staircase worn with age but still glorious to gaze upon lead upstairs just a few feet in front of her and a bright corridor extended beyond the staircase leading into the house.

            Her purse was slung over her shoulder as she walked slowly into the house, amazed at the beautiful paintings of scenic landscapes hung on the walls. She thought a few she even recognized a few as Thomas Kinkaid’s. The corridor opened up into a yellow sitting room with a kitchen extending off to the right, large and spacious and done in smooth marble, and a door leading out to a simple breakfast courtyard just opposite the wall of the sitting space. At the left of the corridor there was another corridor which appeared to have several doors branching off on the left. She could hardly believe the wonder she was experiencing.

            “It was received this way and I have hardly had time to redecorate,” he said appearing from the first door down the left corridor.

            Hermione blushed. She wasn’t sure what she had expected when she arrived, but seeing him leaning casually against the door frame donned in a simple black short-sleeved shirt and a pair of muggle blue jeans was enough to take her breath away. He nodded to her and then frowned. “Where are your bags?”

            She shook her head as if shaking herself from a dream, unable to take her eyes from him. He looked so different, so at ease here, not at all the dark and dour uptight man she’d seen at Hogwarts. Though she supposed that over the previous months he’d become a bit more than what she’d seen of him as her professor. But nonetheless it was a pleasant change of outfit to see him in something other than his long black teaching robes and trousers. “Everything is in my bag…it’s enchanted,” she said and clutched at her purse. “Where is our—” again she blushed but refrained from allowing her slip to dominate her thoughts. “Where is the bedroom?”

            Without a word he strode from what she would later learn was the library and moved back up the corridor which she’d come down upon her arrival. He ascended the staircase with ease and waited for her to follow. At the top of the stairs was a door at the right and a corridor that extended down off to the left. Two doors down Severus opened the door and nodded into the room. It took Hermione’s breath away as she stood in the doorway gazing into the room. It was an enormous bedroom; the centerpiece a four-poster bigger than anything she’d ever seen. It was white wooden washed and decorated with spring flowers and leaves, a sheer shimmering canopy of white and green flowing down around the frame of the bed. The sheets were a pale pink, dotted with yellows and purples and the pillows were piled at least three high across the top length of the mattress.

            Large floor to ceiling windows occupied both corners of the far wall, a door between the two leading out to a balcony. And a vanity and chest of drawers lined the right wall, two doors lining the left with a very comfy looking sofa halfway between the bed and the wall with the two doors. She stood gaping, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.

            “You should close your mouth unless you hope to catch flies.”

            “Surely you don’t sleep in here…” her voice trailed off and she shook her head. It wasn’t what she had meant to say but even in her wildest fantasies she couldn’t imagine the man before her taking slumber in the bed before her.

            Severus hesitated a moment. “I do not…but it is the biggest room in the house…biggest bed…” he nodded toward the two doors. “Closet and bathroom adjoining…and several luxury amenities on the balcony…” he gestured with his hand. “It is not a room I often have use for…”

            Hermione’s eyes lit up for the briefest of moments and then she turned her gaze from his face to the bed. It truly was a wonder to behold. She moved slowly across the room, laying her purse on one of the long chest of dresser drawers before moving back toward the bed and sitting upon it. Her smile was innocent, girlish and it made his heart stop. Legal age was not an issue but she was still so much younger than he was; practically a child, and yet so beautiful to behold. She stole the very breath from his lungs as she crossed her arms behind her head and lay back on the bed; gazing up at the gossamer canopy. Eyes closed and without a word her clothes melted away from her body revealing her pale creamy skin.

            Severus felt his breath catch in his throat. “Wandless and wordless…” he muttered. It was impressive. The girl was amazing him more and more with every move of her delicate body. She had blossomed into a gorgeous young witch some time ago and her mind was far beyond her body’s years; she was perfect- a vibrant poison melting and destroying who he was from the inside out. But he was addicted and hesitated only a moment before stepping toward her. She leaned up on her elbows and smiled at him as if lying naked before him on the bed were a natural state for her.

            Her lips were inviting as they pouted at him, waiting for him to join her. Her cheeks still filled with the innocent blush of uncertainty. Her curvy body splayed on the sheets was a work of art and he struggled to appreciate it, drinking in every detail; the way her hair fell over her shoulders and tickled the tops of her breasts, the way her legs were angled slightly apart, allowing him the most sumptuous glance at her swollen sex. Her arousal was thick in the air and he suppressed a groan as he leaned over her and then leaned his weight against the bedpost. “Hermione…” he muttered and closed his eyes.

            She slithered up from the mattress and leaned her chest against his. “Perhaps we could…christen this lovely bed?” Her eyes were half closed her cheeks stained with the slightest hint of blush. Severus could feel her stiff nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt, longing to feel the same sensation against his skin. She would easily be his undoing and it was only the first day of their summer holiday.

            He claimed her lips and forced her back against the bed, fumbling for only a moment with his shirt, her fingers already moving to tug at his blue jeans. It was seldom that he indulged in the muggle garment, but it was times like these where he wished he’d simply worn his robes sans trousers. Hermione shifted her body up the bed until she was propped up against the pillows, her naked body on display for his hungry eyes. He licked his lips as if preparing to devour her. Her fingers curled around his hand and guided it forward until his palm cupped her sex. She closed her eyes and whimpered. “It started just like this…”

            “Hardly…” he muttered and stroked his fingers through her slick folds, letting his thumb swirl slowly against her nub as he settled onto the bed beside her, resting his head against her thigh.

            “Just one touch…I begged you…” she mused, her eyes closed, her hips arching to meet his touch. Again she whimpered as he stroked her, dipping his finger into her slick warmth. He pushed one and then a second and third finger inside of her. It was a terrible taunt, to feel her slick tight walls shuddering against his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. Severus longed to thrust inside of her, christen the bed properly, but the whimpers and cries that he could elicit from her lips with his touch alone were far too pleasing to simply skip.

            Flicking his fingers inside of her slick sex Severus lowered his head and breathed in her scent. He’d waited ages to taste her sweet divinity against his lips. Tasting her fingers after pleasuring her had been one thing but he’d never allowed himself the pleasure of drinking the nectar straight from its source. His ears were met with blissful moans as he slowly stroked his tongue against her slickness. She was sweet and heady and he was nearly dizzy just from his first taste, but Severus parted her thighs further and allowed his tongue to wriggle over her sensitive bud before suckling at her opening, drinking her sweet womanly juices.

            Hermione whimpered and arched her hips forward. He was driving her mad; teasing her with the slightest flicks of his tongue. Never before had he used his mouth to please her there but she was far from complaining. There would be time later to dwell on why he had waited so long to allow them both this particular pleasure but at the moment all she could focus on was the way his tongue circled around her sensitive nub, and the way his lips drew forth a moan as he pressed his tongue up into her warmth.

            Severus lapped at her sex, pressing his tongue more firmly against her sensitive spot until her legs were trembling and her sex was quivering. A sweet rush of her feminine juice flooded against his lips and he all too eagerly drank her sweetness; leaving Hermione a whimpering shuddering mess. But she was beautiful to behold as he slowly rose up over her. Pale skin tinged with the warm pink of arousal, her limbs still shaking slightly, her chest rising and falling quickly; pert nipples pointed upward. Her eyes were half closed as she tried to catch her breath.

            His lips met hers and she could taste her sweetness on him; the kiss demanding as he parted her thighs once more, this time with his knee. Hermione squealed as he pulled back onto his knees reached down and grabbed her legs to pull them up against his shoulders. Another cry escaped her lips as he thrust into her. Hips tilted high with half her back off the mattress, Hermione was moaning and whimpering with each thrust. He was pushing deeper inside of her than she’d ever felt; this new angle hitting many pleasurable places inside.

            It did not take long for her sopping wet slickness, radiating heat as her walls clenched tight against him to bring the man over the edge. He growled, gripping her hips roughly as he came, spilling his seed inside of her. Her legs were dropped unceremoniously against the bed as Severus slid down beside her, his own legs trembling, his body spent. She too was panting, curling onto her side, seeking his warmth.

            He pushed her back but only for a moment as he moved slowly onto his back, and then pulled her against him, letting her head rest on his chest. Their bodies were hot and slick with sweat, warm against one another, but neither could pull away. He pressed his lips fondly against “her forehead and closed his eyes.

            “I wouldn’t have survived a summer without this…” she whispered, pressing her lips tenderly against his chest.

            He chuckled low, his chest shaking with the vibrations of his deep baritone voice. “Surely some other wizard could provide this…” he said.

            “Not like this…” she said wistfully. “No other wizard could provide me you,” her voice was soft and almost shy.

            He said nothing. It had come to this though it had been a long time coming. He shifted slightly and slid down the bed just a bit until her eyes were level with his. “Hermione…”

            “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” she shrugged thinking little of it. “It just did,” she added and closed her eyes. “Besides, you started it.”

            He quirked a brow. “I started it?” Severus rested his head on his hand, propped up on his elbow and gazed down into her eyes. “I was content to watch. You were the one that begged to feel my touch,”

            “Yes, but you never should have wanted to watch,” she countered and opened her eyes. “Not that I’m complaining that you did want to watch…” her face filled with a slight blush thinking back to how he’d made her perform for him on the table that night in his classroom. “If you hadn’t…I would have no idea how amazing you truly are in bed…”

            Severus held his tongue for a moment and pressed his lips gently against her cheek. “You broke me,” he said simply.

            “Be that as it may, you’re still fully functional and now that we’ve broken in this bed…I thought I saw what looked like a muggle hot tub out on that balcony…”

            “You would be correct in thinking that’s what you saw,” he said and lazily stretched his arms up over his head.

            “Then I propose we enjoy its bubbles and perhaps a bit more of each other’s company,” she smirked and then made to sit up, but his arm fell across her stomach and held her firm to the mattress. “What?”

            “Be unbroken as I am, Hermione, you shall break me in a way most unpleasant with your insatiable pace…”

            “Wasn’t it you who said you were an insatiable creature?” she queried with innocence.

            Severus sighed. As inviting as the notion was of taking her to the hot tub, and allowing her to slip beneath the bubbles to pleasure him, and then push her backward into his lap to fuck her until her throat was raw from crying his name, he could feel his years catching up with him. He hadn’t noticed it at the castle as much as his colleagues had, the more-so-than-usual irritable presence at the breakfast table, his larger-than-usual house point deductions especially from Gryffindor house; all having been the result of too much sex, not enough rest, and a continuing fight with his conscious.

            She was eager and willing, and he wasn’t sure how he’d ended up with such a delight, but he was certain it would be the death of him. “Alright,” he muttered. Her eyes lit up with excitement and his heart gave a faint leap. The look on her face was enough to renew his vigor as he followed her out to the balcony.



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