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Broken Dreams	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34540 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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For the remainder of her time up to her Potions master exam, Hermione made the extra effort to eat and sleep regularly. She had no choice between Ginny and Severus constantly dressing her down at every chance.

Hermione admittedly had been less anxious after unknowingly downing the laced tea that Severus had given her. When she'd woken up the next morning, she immediately opened her mouth, ready to howl in displeasure at being on the receiving end of his cunning.

Severus merely gave her a brief kiss that rendered her silent, explaining that he'd do it again if she tried to sneak out of his bedroom to study in the middle of the night.

Still, Hermione was fretful by nature, at one point becoming so wound up while frantically perusing through her books that Ginny threatened to hide them in the Room of Requirement until she calmed down.

"You're rather cavalier about your own exams," Hermione replied tersely. "Aren't you worried at all?"

"No," Ginny easily replied, winking at Luna. "I think you forget we've already had two remarkable teachers. Besides after all that's happened they should be a cinch."

As it happened, both Ginny and Luna both earned top grades on their N.E.W.T.s. Although, they seemed to have an air of relief around them once they were over.

The school year had drawn to a rapid close. In addition to the end of term feast, the headmaster allowed each house to have their own do in their common rooms, so long as they confined themselves to the surrounding area.

For students, the end of school meant going away for summer hols, and to the Hogwarts professors, a litany of practical jokes to take place.

Save for a few escaped Dungbombs, to which the culprit was apprehended and made to clean up the mess, there very few calamities. Luna and Ginny were ensconced in Hermione's room with her on their last night at Hogwarts, curled up on her bed with bottles of butterbeer and packets of crisps littering the duvet.

"I can't believe it's over," Luna said wistfully, a hint of sadness in her blue eyes. "It doesn't seem real."

"It's going to be strange without you two here," Hermione said. "Especially this one yanking me about as if I'm her pet."

Ginny broke out into peals of laughter, soon after throwing one arm up over her eyes. It took Luna and Hermione a split second to realize that the usually cohesive witch was crying.

"It's okay Ginny," Luna said soothingly, scooting next to her and wrapping an arm around her. "I'm right over the hill from you. We'll see each other loads."

Hermione took Ginny's other side, and the three sat perched in an awkward, limb tangled embrace.

"I know," the redhead sniffed once she'd regained her composure. "I guess it's just all sort of overwhelming, you know? You'd think I'd be happy to go, considering how I've been possessed, kidnapped by You-Know-Who, and then nearly maimed and murdered by Death Eaters here."

Wiping her reddened eyes with one sleeve, Ginny continued staring down at Hermione's duvet. She grew silent and the two took it as she didn't want to discuss it any further.

"When is your exam, Hermione?" Luna asked softly, her arm still around Ginny.

"This Monday, and then I'm free to go," she replied. "Something tells me I'll need a bottle of wine to take the edge off afterwards, so you two will be hearing from me."

"Is the world coming to an end again? Hermione Granger planning on getting us completely pissed?" Ginny asked, a wry smile on her face.

"Listen, I've put on a great façade for the students at dinnertime. But when I go back home, I want a proper drink."

"All right, we'll share your damn proper drink!" Ginny cheered emphatically.

"I accidentally drank an entire bottle of my dad's wine once," Luna said conversationally. "I don't think I've ever been so sleepy in my entire life." She then sat and looked back at her friends as if she'd just mentioned something that was completely ordinary.

"Luna...how do you accidentally drink an entire sodding bottle of wine to yourself?" Ginny demanded, her eyebrows tightly knitted together yet her visage one of complete hilarity.

"I didn't realize it was wine," she answered. "All I remember is waking up with curled up beneath the kitchen table. It seemed like a good place to sleep at the time."

"What did your father say?" Hermione asked, still in disbelief.

"He just patted me on my head and asked if I had a nice rest. Oh, and that he used to sit under the kitchen table as well to practice his spells."

Ginny and Hermione shot each other incredulous looks, almost scared to ask Luna anything else about her odd parent.

"Well...if you feel the urge to kip at my house, I have a spare bedroom," Hermione told her. "And a very accommodating sofa if you'd prefer."

She watched as Ginny began to yawn, Luna following behind.

"Okay, this is ridiculous," Hermione said, pulling her hand down from her mouth after she'd followed suit. "I've heard that yawning is contagious but never actually experienced it till now."

"I guess we should be off to bed, one last night in our dormitories," Ginny said. "Damn, I don't feel like walking across the castle."

Hermione winked conspiratorially while pointing at her fireplace. "Floo to your rooms; just keep it to yourselves."

"You have all the luck," Luna told her.

"Luna's right. I won't even bother to ask questions. I'm just grateful that I don't have to trudge through the dark corridors, all the while hoping that Filch isn't lurking about."

Giggling, Hermione walked the two over to the other side of her room. The three shared a hug before Hermione reached for the little pot of Floo powder, holding it out to Ginny and Luna.

"I'll see you two off in the morning," she said before they disappeared into the flash of green.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione stepped into the Floo herself, calling out for Severus' room in the dungeon. He'd allowed the wards to admit her presence even if he wasn't around, a notion that touched Hermione. Still, she would wait for him to extend the invitation before unexpectedly appearing.

Midnight greeted her with a soft purr when she stepped from the hearth. Bending down to pick up the kitten, Hermione called out for Severus, reckoning that he was still out patrolling the corridors when there was no answer.

Walking over to the coffee table, she found a scrap of parchment with his familiar spidery handwriting.

'I'm doing rounds for the next half hour or so, lest these dunderheads demolish the castle. I will meet you in bed. Sleep if you need to, there's no need to wait up for me.'

Scoffing to herself, Hermione took the note and neatly folded it before placing it between the pages of the book she'd brought along with her. Severus hadn't said anything about not reading in bed and that was what she planned on doing.

Already wearing her nightgown, Hermione left Midnight his saucer of milk and went to Severus' room. Climbing into bed, she propped a few pillows behind her back and opened her book to the last page she'd left off.

Hermione felt more than prepared for her exam, but her overly studious nature refused to let her believe that it was enough. Idly flipping through the pages, she mused that the bed felt peculiar without Severus next to her. His scent was permeated in the sheets, something that was a minor comfort.

Hermione read all of a few pages before her eyelids began to droop. Scooting down further on the pillows, she placed her book face down on her chest, intending to rest for a few minutes.

A few minutes turned into forty five, which by that time Severus had made his way back to his chambers. He found his little witch fast asleep, with the book he'd lent her beneath her splayed fingertips.

Wryly smiling to himself, he plucked the tome from her hands and set it on the night table. Making quick work of changing out of his suit and into his nightclothes, Severus eagerly took his place next to Hermione.

"Hello, love," she murmured in a slumberous tone, rolling over until she was flush against Severus' side.

"Did you have a nice visit with your friends?"

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, nuzzling her face into his chest.

"I could have sworn that I mentioned you sleeping in my bed, not reading."

"I missed you and needed something to do while I waited."

Severus felt his chest go a bit tight when he heard Hermione say that she missed him. Sometimes her forthright and obvious affections managed to quell even his nastiest of moods; other times they made him slightly wary.

"The sentiment is mutual," he quietly offered before closing his eyes and burying his face in Hermione's sweet smelling curls.

That Sunday morning, Hermione got up and met Ginny and Luna for breakfast as promised. They were too wound up to eat more than a few bites of eggs and toast before all of the students were ushered out of the Great Hall.

All six year students and below were leaving Hogwarts early in anticipation of the seventh years graduation ceremony.

Standing out in the courtyard of the school with the two while they waited for the carriages, Hermione was surprised to find that a large group of students were eager to make their way towards her, wanting to wish her a good summer.

Justin Bradley even found his way over to her, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. He gave Hermione an impish smile, and she told him to not hurt himself over the holiday.

"See? They love you," Ginny said.

"Well how could they not?" Luna replied. "I'll miss little Justin. He was always so polite when he asked me to mend his fingers or toes."

Hermione looked at the serene blonde witch in horror. "He asked you to fix his broken fingers?"

"His toes too, a few times," she replied. "He's slightly clumsier than I am, but he's very sweet."

Shaking her head, Hermione reasoned that the school year was over with and nothing could be done to change the past. Justin apparently trusted Luna enough to let her brandish a wand at him, and that was good enough for her.

Hagrid's voice bellowed out, cutting through the unharmonious din of students.

There was a great kerfuffle as teachers tried to direct parents and other family members to the Great Hall that had easily been charmed and decorated to house the ceremony. The graduating class was finally lined up, Professor Flitwick standing at the dais calling each student's name from a roll of parchment that hung down to the floor.

Hermione sat with the other professors, watching over the ceremony with mixed feelings. She'd come back to finish her seventh year, yet she'd been unable to graduate with many of her classmates as some perished in the battle or opted to not return to Hogwarts.

The ceremony was brief, and when it ended, Hermione made her way over to Ginny. She'd already seen a few members of the Weasley clan in the audience, and couldn't help but suppress a small smile when she realized Ron nor Harry were among them.

Molly and Arthur had been standing nearby, beaming at their only daughter when Fred and George flanked Ginny, squeezing her in one of their famous hugs.

When the mischievous twins caught sight of Hermione, they wasted no time snatching her up in their arms.

"You two devils!" she laughed. "I've missed you guys! How are things going at the shop?"

"You would know if you bothered to show your face every so often," Fred cheekily told her.

"Yeah, Hermione, you act as if you're scared to come around," George added.

"Well it's not as if I've had an unlimited amount of leisure time on my hands," Hermione retorted. "Besides did you ever think that maybe I don't fancy being on the receiving end of your experiments for new Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes products?"

"You know, Fred, she has a point," George told his brother.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shoved the twins out of her way, moving in to hug Molly and Arthur. She noticed a slightly frigid reception from Mrs. Weasley and suspected it was due to her earlier falling out with Ron.

Easily dismissing the brush off, Hermione inwardly thought that it was high time Molly realized that the sun didn't shine out of her son's arse. She'd given her the cold shoulder when she was merely fourteen years old, when Rita Skeeter decided to drag her name through the mud in the Daily Prophet. Molly had taken the drivel to heart and took it out on Hermione, whom was completely blameless.

Harry had smoothed things over that time, but Hermione no longer cared. She was of age, and furthermore, there was a thing or two that she wasn't privy to about her son that would shock even her.

Luna's interruption was most welcome when she walked over to the group, dragging her father along. A disheveled but calm Xenophilius greeted everyone in his lofty way, immediately falling into a conversation with Arthur.

Hermione stood off to the side chatting with Fred and George, whom were now good-naturedly teasing her about taking over the Potions post, claiming that she should wear all black and flounce about, pretending to be a mini-Snape.

She'd been eavesdropping on Ginny and Molly's conversation, as the younger Weasley was telling her mother that she and Luna were planning on celebrating on their own later that day. Molly had immediately protested and begun pressing her daughter until Arthur pointed out that both girls were of age and perfectly capable of going out by themselves.

Only when a professors McGonagall and Flitwick come over to their little cluster to say 'hello' did Molly stop her bristling. Flitwick had broken into a broad grin when he saw the notorious pair of Weasley twins, chuckling as he reminded them of their stunt in an effort to get revenge on Umbridge.

Hermione had been chatting with Minerva until she walked away to greet more parents. Turning back to the twins, she focused on their silly, running commentary on things she should do as a professor.

"Take house points from students that breathe too loudly," Fred suggested.

"Or blink. You know those cheeky, loud blinkers," George added.

Hermione broke out into hysterical laughter. "You know, you two need your heads examined." She then turned around when Ginny and Luna walked over.

"It's time for us to leave now," Ginny said in a clipped tone, tightly hugging Hermione. No doubt she was still irritated by her mum's nagging. "All right, love. Give us a shout next week. And good luck on your exam, not that you need it."

"Goodbye, Hermione," Luna said, hugging her once Ginny stepped back. "Thanks for everything."

Hermione hugged the rest of the Weasley family goodbye and watched as they turned to leave the school. 'Now this feels odd,' she thought to herself, walking back in the now empty corridors with the other professors.

Randy had been nearby and treading lightly, eyeing Hermione as if he was considering walking over to her. She was grateful when Flitwick and Slughorn flanked him on either side, encouraging him to join them on an impromptu trip to the pub in Hogsmeade.

Madam Hooch was eagerly telling McGonagall, Poppy, Pomona, and Septima about a new bottle of matured mead in her office, inviting them down to have a glass. She winked at Hermione, offering her to come along.

Hermione was surprised but politely declined the invitation, claiming that she wanted to study a bit more before it got late.

"Oh, this child," Pomona said, tugging on Hermione's hand. "Ever since she was eleven, she's had that pretty little nose stuck in a book. Come along then! You've earned a break."

"But-but-" she sputtered to no avail. The group of elderly witches would have no parts of it and ushered her through the corridors.

"Miss Granger, you'll be perfectly fine tomorrow," McGonagall reassured. "Now come along. One small glass won't hurt you."

"All right, if you insist," Hermione conceded.

An hour later, despite it only being a little after two in the afternoon, Hermione found herself slightly pissed. The six were gathered in Rolanda's sitting room, tossing back the mead as if it was water.

Pomona, Poppy, McGonagall, and Septima all bore flushed faces and one by one had gotten rid of their hats, which all lay in a jumbled heap on a side table. Rolanda, on the other hand, had been steadily drinking, never swaying or slurring once.

Hermione thought she'd had some terrors in her classes, and she'd merely been apprenticing. The stories that the five older witches regaled made hers look pale in comparison, each one more hysterical than the last. Even the usually strait laced professors, McGonagall and Septima, were unable to reign in their mirth when Minerva shared stories about Transfiguration spells gone wrong.

By the time they'd gotten around to their days as young witches at school, Hermione put down her goblet, claiming that she was unable to drink another drop. Mumbling an excuse about not having finished packing, she thanked Rolanda for her hospitality and made her way from the room. The five cheerfully bade her goodbye before continuing on with their gossiping.

Feeling the effects of the mead weighing down her legs, Hermione slowly ambled down the eerily silent corridor. She'd made her way past the large hanging tapestries and suits of armor when a sturdy arm shot out and deftly swept her off her feet.

Hermione nearly protested until she realized that it was Severus she was now practically welded to. He'd concealed himself too perfectly in one of the alcoves, a popular snogging spot for students.

"I guess I should have warned you about cavorting with those silly cows," he drawled after releasing Hermione from a kiss that left her staggering.

"You're bloody right you should have," she laughed, winding her arms around his neck. "They drink like fish! Nearly three bottles of mead between them, but I stopped at two goblets. I rather fancy being able to feel my toes when I walk."

A deep chuckle rumbled in Severus' chest, his fingers tracing against the dip in Hermione's back through her dress. "Seeing as you've already had your celebratory drinks, perhaps you'd like to escort me to my laboratory?" he asked, offering his elbow.

"All right," Hermione answered softly, nearly blushing at the funny look in Severus' eyes. "So what's with the skulking about behind the suit of armor. Should I take points from Slytherin?"

She was tickled when Severus shot her a scathing look that turned into a smirk."I didn't want you to be able to say that you'd never stolen a snog in one of the many alcoves. Of course, only I will be the one to hold that honor."

Hermione quirked one eyebrow, crookedly grinning up at Severus. "So long as you know it."

The two continued their way through the desolate castle, the shifting staircases loudly creaking in the stark silence.

"Damn! I wanted to study. Now I don't think I'll be able to focus," Hermione griped, her head feeling completely muddled.

"As trite as it sounds, especially coming from a headmaster-no more studying for the rest of the day," Severus told her.

Hermione's eyes widened as if he'd just ordered her to talk a long walk off of a short pier. "But I need to!"

"No. You know everything that's required; anything else and you'll just drive yourself mad. Now, in you go."

Glowering slightly, Hermione realized that they were at Severus' chambers in the dungeons. Shooting him a dirty look, she skulked past him and into the room.

Severus ignored the snappish attitude emanating from the petite witch, merely tugging her in the direction of his private laboratory. After pushing her down into a seat that was close in his proximity yet far enough that she wouldn't disrupt his work, he began collecting various vials and satchels of herbs from a small storeroom off to the side.

"You wait 'till the end of school to start brewing?" Hermione asked in an amused voice.

"It's not for me...well in a manner of speaking I suppose it is," he explained, pulling out a small cauldron. "Tell me something, have you come to your senses yet?" Severus then paused, pointedly looking at Hermione.

Hermione's forehead slowly puckered up as she tried to decipher his odd statement. "I'm sorry?"

"Think back to what I told you upon returning to Hogwarts," he urged. When she thought for a moment and still looked blank, he continued. "You asked me when, and I told you only after you'd finished your apprenticeship."

Comprehension dawned on Hermione, causing her cheeks to glow as she grinned bashfully at Severus. He was mildly entertained by the fact that the usually forward witch now had the grace to blush.

"I think you know the answer to that. Might I add that I am in full control of my senses?"

Severus threw her a mock sneer but resumed his movements.

Still grinning, Hermione became enraptured with Severus' precise movements as he began brewing. He'd been making various draughts for so long that he didn't need to refer to books to look up specifics, or use scales to measure out each ingredient.

Once the dark blue liquid had finished simmering, Severus let it cool off before decanting a bit into a small glass and handing it to Hermione.

"What is this?" she asked warily, catching a whiff of the unfamiliar scent.

"Something that you've had no need to brew up until this point," Severus told her, storing the unused portion in a few separate vials. Hermione was still holding the glass, inquiringly looking over at him. "It's a contraceptive potion, Hermione. The effects last up to a month."

Feeling heat creeping up her neck, Hermione swallowed the slightly bitter liquid and set the glass down. "Does that mean...that tonight we're-"

"No, my appetent little witch. Your exam is tomorrow, and believe me, if I took you tonight you'd want to hex me in the morning."

Hermione's eyes widened, her breath hitching as her mind stumbled over Severus' words. What did he mean by that? Even with her brain still slightly hazed by the mead she'd had earlier, Hermione still was unable to expound out his subtle message.

"Stop over thinking it, Hermione," Severus told her with a chuckle. "When the time comes, I'll show you exactly what I mean-quite thoroughly."

"Brilliant. Now you've really got me in a tizzy," she grumbled, unable to keep herself from shivering.

"You'll survive," he replied laconically, using his wand to sort everything he'd pulled out back into place. "Come along, I need to make sure your familiar hasn't dismantled my sitting room."

"Are you still on about your coffee table?" Hermione asked with a small grin. "Because I'd fixed that spot that he scratched up. You can barely make out the claw marks in the wood."

Severus scornfully looked at Hermione. "Your bloody cat harbors duplicitous plans of destroying my chambers. More than once he's tried making a home for himself out of my teaching robes until last when I threatened to blast him with a denuding spell."

She remembered the evening where she'd come to his private sitting room, stepping out of the hearth and instantly hearing Severus' deep voice bellowing out from a corner near the bookshelf. Walking over she'd found Midnight languorously stretched out in the pile of fine black wool, lounging about as if it was his personal kitty bed. His bright green eyes shone up defiantly at the headmaster, one little black paw swiping the air as if he had no intention of moving from his beloved spot.

Hermione had clapped one hand over her mouth, biting down hard on her lip to keep from giggling. She chastised Midnight, and he merely looked up as if he'd done nothing wrong. Severus had had enough, bending down and yanking his teaching robes from beneath the kitten whom loudly mewled with indignation at the unceremonious removal.

"Can't even visit the bloody lav for a second without that damned cat trying to take over," he'd grumbled under his breath, going to his bedroom to hang up his robes.

Hermione could no longer hold in her mirth. Her laugher rang throughout the laboratory, causing her body to shake until she nearly fell off her stool.

"I'm glad that my irritation amuses you," Severus said in a tone that connoted otherwise. Shoving the extra vials in his inner frock coat pocket, he walked over to Hermione and helped her down off the stool.

Still tittering, she took his arm and allowed him to lead her out of the laboratory.

Severus and Hermione spent the rest of the day in his private sitting room. Once the mead had worn off, Hermione tried to sneak in a bit of studying, only for Severus to deftly snatch the book out of her grasp and toss it down onto the coffee table with a loud thump.

"Severus!" she yelped, knowing better than to try and reclaim her book.

"I've already told you- your studying has concluded for the day," he replied unrepentantly before dragging her over to his desk. Hermione sat with a sulky expression on her face, watching as Severus unearthed an old chessboard and set it down between them.

"As delightful as Wizard's chess is, I find that the moving pieces tend to serve as a distraction," he explained, setting up the board.

"How did you know that I played chess?" she asked, aware that she sounded mildly petulant.

The disparaging look Severus gave Hermione was nearly comical. "I suppose it was a different set of wayward children that managed to get past my wards in their first year," he dryly commented, reminding her of how they'd procured the Sorcerer's stone.

"All right, fine then. You bloody well know everything. Let's just play chess," she snapped.

Hermione and Severus played two games of chess, both of which Severus won. He was explaining how to utilize better strategies when her stomach gave a loud protest.

"Sorry," she said apologetically. "I guess I hadn't realized that it was dinnertime." She then watched as Severus called for a house-elf to bring up food from the kitchens. "Are we not going to the Great Hall with the rest of the staff?"

"No," Severus answered with a scoff. "They're most likely pissed as a newt and asleep in their rooms. I'd be amazed if anyone was able to actually find their way to the Great Hall."

Remembering her brief visit with her seasoned female colleagues, Hermione nodded her head.

Once their meal had been consumed, Hermione instinctively went to take her book from the coffee table. Severus remained silent, lazily flicking his wand at it, causing it to disappear. "You'll have it back tomorrow afternoon."

Hermione frowned in annoyance, bending down to pet Midnight whom just appeared and rubbed against her legs. She was softly murmuring to the kitten when Severus stopped in front of her, holding out what looked like one of his long black cloaks.

"Are we going somewhere?" she asked.

"Obviously," he replied, stressing each syllable.

Smirking at the dark wizard, Hermione took the offered garment and wrapped it around her shoulders. The material smelled just like him and completely engulfed her body.

Pulling Hermione to her feet, Severus motioned for her to take his arm and Apparated them out of his room.

"Oh!" she cried in surprise when they landed on top of the castle battlements. "I haven't been up here since...well since I last ran into you."

"I figured you needed some fresh air lest you begin bouncing off the walls in my sitting room."

"I'm not that twitchy," Hermione retorted, pulling Severus' cloak tighter around her body.

"Hermione, if I were to look up the word 'anxious' in a dictionary, sure as Hades your photograph would be there."

Squeezing her hand around Severus' arm, Hermione inched closer towards him, craning her neck up at the night sky. "I keep forgetting how lovely everything looks from up here."

"Well if you took your head out of a book every once in a while you'd remember," Severus replied in a quiet voice, his arm tightening around Hermione's shoulders. "It's no crime to have a moment to yourself."

"I'll keep that in mind."

The two remained on the battlements, standing in companionable silence until Severus suggested that they turn in for the night. Apparating them back to his quarters, Hermione handed back his oversized cloak and walked to the bedroom.

She'd changed into her nightgown, ruminating over the events that were going to take place in another ten hours. The little excursion to the top of the castle had served as a mild distraction, but Hermione found herself growing increasingly anxious again, and was unable to settle down into bed.

"Where are you going?" Severus, whom had just gotten into bed, asked when she flung back the eiderdown and moved to stand up.

"I forgot to set out Midnight's -"

"Your bloody cat has his milk. Merlin forbid that he forgoes it for a single night."

"Oh," she replied, flummoxed. "Well, I need my book, I just remembered-damn, you took my book. Where is it Severus?"

"Hermione, do I need to fetch a Calming Draught and pour it down your throat?" Severus asked, his deep voice smoothly cutting through the darkened bedroom. "Believe me, despite the late hour I will not hesitate to do so."

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm restless, I can't help it."

Severus reached across the sheets and pulled Hermione back against him. "I'm fully aware that you're prone to these little fits of hysteria, but do try to calm down."

Breathing hard, Hermione was already too worked up to think of snappy comeback. She was surprised when Severus guided her body on top of his, pulling her down for a kiss.

She'd all but melted into his embrace, growing languid as his mouth gently suckled at her lips. "I think I need more of that," Hermione murmured before planting her lips back over Severus'.

He chuckled into her mouth, relinquishing another prolonged kiss before prying his face away. "You little sorceress, close your eyes and go to sleep." Severus tried rolling Hermione back onto the bed but she staunchly held onto the front of his pajamas.

"No, you've started me up and you know what your kisses do to me," she countered. "Besides, wouldn't it render me more relaxed?"

Severus groaned when he felt Hermione's hips undulate against the front of his body. "I suppose telling you no is going to prove futile at this point."

"I suppose you're right," she conceded, pressing her lips to the side of his neck.

Encircling Hermione's waist with both arms, Severus groaned as her soft, warm mouth licked and lightly nibbled at his sensitive skin. Shifting her weight to the side without losing her stride, Hermione took that opportunity to unfasten the buttons on his pajama top.

Hermione then momentarily broke their kiss to kneel up in the bed, grasping the hem of her nightgown and pulling the garment off her body.

"Hermione we are not going to-"

"I know," she said breathlessly, stretching out atop of Severus once more. "I just wanted to feel your skin on mine."

Despite warring with his self control, Severus silently admitted that the weight of Hermione against him was divine. Her rounded knees were lightly digging into his sides, the thin material of her knickers and his sleep bottoms the only barrier between their bodies.

Severus hesitantly brought both hands up to Hermione's waist, unable to keep his fingers from possessively curling around the soft skin.

Hermione gave a soft gasp of surprise when she was pulled firmly against Severus. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, the sprinkling of chest hair teasing her stiffened nipples. Placing both arms on either side of Severus' head, Hermione's hands fisted around his pillow.

One of his hands had made its way to the base of her neck and was now slowly traveling down the dip in her back, caressing the area that tormented Severus since he'd seen her clad only in knickers whilst laying face down on his bed.

Trembling uncontrollably, Hermione's hips shifted, causing her to press her cotton covered core against the rigid bulge of Severus' erection beneath her.

He let out a guttural groan at the contact, sending a flash of heat through Hermione's body. His blatant arousal fueling hers, she artlessly swiveled her hips again, causing another grunt of pleasure to erupt from the dark wizard's mouth.

"Are you purposely trying to undo me, witch?" he growled in a mellifluous tone.

"No," she answered, sounding slightly out of breath. "Well, maybe just a bit."

"You play with fire," he ominously told Hermione, skillfully shifting her body beneath his. Using minimal effort Severus had her half pinned to the bed, their pelvises still touching. Long fingers curved around her left breast, Severus' mouth working down from her neck and over to her right nipple.

Hermione arched her back and let out a ragged moan, feeling as if all of the blood in her body had rushed down to settle between her legs. Clutching onto Severus' bare shoulders, she rocked her hips against his, desperate to quell the throbbing ache that had suddenly taken over.

His lips came back to hers just as Hermione's slim legs circled around Severus, hastily trying to rub herself against his cotton entrapped erection. Growing frantic when the indirect contact wasn't enough, Hermione slid her hand down between their bodies, and despite Severus' weight on her, attempted to remove her knickers.

"Leave them on," Severus commanded in a low voice.

"Why?" she asked, her voice nearly coming out in a petulant whine, letting both arms fall limply to the mattress.

"Because if you don't, then I won't be able to stop myself," he answered, his own breath sounding slightly labored.

"So what?" Hermione moaned impetuously, her legs tightening around Severus' hips as she futilely tried to pull him forward. "I'm tired of waiting. Besides I've already taken your potion."

Severus let out a hiss when her head tucked beneath his, her small tongue flicking against his Adam's apple. "Merlin, you are going to be the death of me!"

"That is assuming you'll let me," Hermione grumbled, her body still writhing about.

"I've already told you; I won't make love to you until after your exam. Why are you being so bloody difficult?"

"Perhaps because you make me so...damn frenzied that I can't think about anything else!"

"Is that so?" he purred, brushing his lips against Hermione's cheek.

Keening softly, Hermione felt as if her entire body was aflame. Severus placed a trail of kisses over her face, down to her chin and then neck. Loudly swearing when his hands and mouth made their way back to her breasts, she felt herself balancing the fine line of desperate arousal again.

"It's you that's trying to kill me," she groaned, arching up into his touch as his tongue swirled around each sensitive areola.

Severus had one nipple captured between his lips and released it with a small pop. "I was the one that suggested sleep," he replied without the slightest bit of remorse.

"Yes, before pulling me on top of you!" Hermione nearly shrieked. "For the love of Circe, I can't take it anymore," she continued, rolling her hips for emphasis. "Touch me, Severus."

"I am touching you," he answered, his fingertips idly circling both erect nipples.

"I don't mean there and you know it," Hermione bit out. Her clitoris felt hard as a Galleon and her walls were thrumming. There was no doubt her knickers were completely soaked by now.

Hearing Severus breathing heavily, Hermione let her legs fall when he pulled back slightly to kneel between her thighs. His hands crept from her knee, going all the way up until they met the crease between pelvis and thigh. Severus' fingertips lay just on the outskirts of her knickers, his hands framing the v-shaped area.

Hermione clutched onto the bed sheets, tense with arousal and anxious for his fingers to move a scant inch over and press down on the place that was the source for her agony.

All it would have taken was a mere shift of his fingers, slipping them beneath the elastic of Hermione's knickers and tearing them off if he was so inclined, and Severus would have been able to carry out to fruition every lustful thought he'd harbored since first hearing the little witch crying out his name in her self-induced throe of passion.

The heat emanating from between her legs was nearly tangible. His fingers gently pressed further into the soft skin, warranting a sharp cry and a vicious shudder from the young witch.

Hermione nearly bit down on her tongue, feeling sexually frustrated. No matter how much she moved and thrashed her body about, he still refused to directly touch her throbbing cunt.

"Severus, I know I have to keep the knickers on," Hermione began resignedly, wondering if she could renegotiate the terms of their agreement. "But at the very least could you touch me?"

"You've already asked me that," he replied, his fingertips still gently lingering on the soft insides of her thighs. Severus then moved one hand to the top of Hermione's thinly covered mound, using the heel of his palm to press up ever so slightly.

The indirect contact sent a jolt straight to Hermione's clit, causing her to unabashedly cry out. "Lower," she moaned, squirming with the aching need for more.

Severus smirked to himself in the dark, immensely enjoying the little witch that was threatening to come apart. He was able to smell her musky arousal seeping from between the nether lips, and a gentle swipe of one fingertip across the seat of her knickers felt the material that was now drenched through.

If Hermione had any self control left, it had been reduced to a mere thread onto which she was hanging from dangerously. She wanted to box Severus' ears for getting her worked up and then dithering about, refusing to touch her properly.

"Do you recall when I said that I'd take you apart from the inside out?" she heard him softly ask.

"Yes," she moaned desperately. "What's your point?"

Severus gave a sinister chuckle. "This isn't even a prelude of the things I can do to you, and already I have you coming undone."

Nearly squealing in outrage, Hermione angrily slapped both hands down on the bed. "Fine, you win. You make me lose my head. Are you torturing me just because you wanted me to admit it?"

"You admitting it is a moot point. I already know the effect I have on you without you telling me so."

'Smarmy bastard,' Hermione thought. She knew that she could have used her own hands to take the edge off, but Severus had gotten her so wound up only his touch would properly pacify her.

"Inwardly swearing at me is not the way to get what you want," he smoothly told her.

"You damned Ligilimens," she sniped. "Besides, who said that I was inwardly cursing you?"

Severus had moved his hands from between Hermione's legs, now slowly caressing her thighs and stomach. "Your silence was attestation enough, and the fact that you're not denying it proves my statement even further."

Practically growling out her displeasure, Hermione reached out to touch Severus, fumbling around until she felt his arm. She attempted to pull him back down on top of her, an effort he easily thwarted.

Tenaciously refusing to be denied, Hermione then wrapped her arms and legs around his body, pulling herself up until she was cradled in Severus' lap. She proceeded to experimentally rub against him, nearly crying out in satisfaction when she found the angle that suited her.

Severus allowed Hermione to momentarily have her way. His arms were secured around her back, feeling her muscles trembling from her awkward efforts of clinging onto him. In spite of their sparse garments, it seemed that Hermione was intent on dry humping Severus until she found release.

Severus, on the other hand, was in danger of having his cock rubbed raw from his cotton bottoms uncomfortably pulling across his erection with each of the witch's unsteady movements.

Hermione yelped in outrage when she was suddenly shifted from Severus' lap. "No!" she shrieked, feeling him pressing her to lie back on the pillows.

"Shush," he growled, easily catching one of her marauding hands in the dark that was trying to yank him back on top of her.

"Severus I was about to-" she spat accusingly, trying to pull her hand from his grasp. Hermione grew even more irate when she heard his deep, rumbling laughter. Still, when his mouth came back down over hers, she was unable to resist frantically returning the kiss.

Severus slightly shifted his weight, purposely keeping his erect cock from touching Hermione. The little witch angrily buzzed her annoyance into his mouth, hooking her legs around both his thighs.

"Wet your fingers," Hermione heard Severus whisper against her mouth.

"But I don't-" she began to protest, only to get cut off.

"Not for you, silly girl. You've nearly rubbed me raw; besides I can smell you. Undoubtedly there's a pool beneath your knickers."

Following instructions without uttering another word, Hermione was shocked when she felt Severus take hold of her hand, guiding it down to his now exposed cock.

Severus let out a deep, masculine moan of satisfaction when Hermione's saliva-slickened hand enclosed around his tumescent length, remembering how he liked to be touch. His hips jostled slightly when those little fingers moved down to gently cup his balls, before sliding back along the underside of his shaft, her thumb pressing down into the sensitive spot right beneath the head.

Despite Severus' previous tutelage, there was no artifice to Hermione's caresses, which only further fueled his arousal.

Hermione nearly forgot about her own arousal as she became lost in the low rumbles of pleasure that escaped usually tightly closed lips. Severus was fast losing his own head, and had to straddle one of Hermione's thighs in order to keep his balance.

Using slow and steady motions, Hermione fisted the heavy, turgid flesh, bringing her hand back to her mouth to rewet it when necessary. She was still amazed that she was able to procure such a reaction from the perpetually sour man.

Severus was the first man she'd touched so intimately, and had nothing to compare the experience to. Yet it didn't stop her from marveling at the feel of him in her hands. His cock was hard and soft at the same time, also feeling thick and heavy. Clasping onto the impressive length, on the upstroke Hermione noticed that was also a slight curve present, on the exact other side a small area that felt softer than the rest that made Severus' hips lurch whenever she pressed down on it.

Jumping slightly, she felt Severus bring one hand down on her stomach, tracing around her navel before spanning the entire area with his palm.

Remembering her own need, Hermione moaned impatiently at the contact, jerking her hips up in a silent plea for Severus to move further down. Ignoring her unspoken request, Severus took his time stroking Hermione's trembling abdomen, gliding his fingertips down to trace above the waistband of her knickers.

Giving a short cry of despair, Hermione was unaware that her hand halted its movements on Severus as she desperately tried to make him bend to her will.

"If you stop, I stop," he said, his fingers going still on her flesh.

"Sorry," she breathlessly muttered, resuming her ministrations.

Hermione was preoccupied with keeping her hand moving when Severus finally slid his lower, letting his opened hand rest against the seat of her knickers. Hissing softly, she felt the wet fabric slick with arousal brushing against her sensitive core.

Her entire body jolted when the heel of his palm glided upward, pressing against her clit in the most sublime fashion. Biting back a scream, Hermione's hand tightened around Severus' cock as her hips writhed against the contact, clamoring for him to repeat the motion.

It seemed that Severus was finally giving in as his hand continued moving steadily. Her bottom lip still trapped between her teeth, Hermione felt her arousal multiple tenfold at the skillful maneuvering hand.

Her knickers were completely soaked through by now, the slippery juices seeping through the thin cotton and onto Severus. The heel of his palm was flush against her clit, each movement trapping the sensitive bud between her puffy folds.

The familiar, gnawing ache had returned and was threatening to drive her mental. Hermione had never bothered with fingering herself but was now fervently wishing that Severus would rip her knickers off and shove one of those long, slender digits deep inside of her.

Feeling her trembling body dampening with perspiration, Hermione wantonly cried out, the hankering to come completely robbing her of all coherency.

Through her haze of lust, she somehow managed to reach down with her left hand, gently grasping onto Severus' balls while the right continue fervently stroking his cock.

She'd never heard the man swear harshly up until that point, and surmised that she was doing something correctly.

Hermione and Severus continued touching one another, their limbs awkwardly tangled about yet their movements never once hindered.

"Severus," she choked out, feeling as if her lungs were about to burst.

His next words uttered in that deep, rich tone nearly catapulted her over the precipice.

"Come for me."

It was if her body exploded from the inside out. Hermione's screams of pleasure rent the air, her thrashing body rattling the bed, causing the sturdy headboard to rap against the wall. She was still gasping for air, clutching onto Severus whom promptly erupted when Hermione bellowed out his name.

He'd released a strained cry before climaxing so hard that it made him lightheaded, rendering him unable to do more than weakly fall against the sweetly swooning witch once his cock stopped twitching.

Hermione's hand was still around his marginally less stiffened penis, becoming trapped between their bodies when Severus lay on top of her. He'd furiously ejaculated onto her stomach, some of it landing on the undersides of her breasts.

Neither made any move to complain about his sticky release becoming smeared all over their skin. Severus was still breathing heavily against Hermione's ear, relaxing a bit when her freed arm weakly came around his back, lazily stroking the soft skin.

The sounds of their contented breathing filled the room until Severus shifted to move off of Hermione.

"Stay," she murmured sleepily.

"I'm too heavy to remain on you like this," he replied. "Besides if I don't clean us up, we'll be in danger of becoming glued together."

Hermione was about to ask Severus what he was talking about when he sat up, cringing slightly as she felt their bodies literally peel apart. He muttered a wandless cleansing spell, causing the sticky mess to disappear.

"Now will you come back?" she asked, lightly grasping onto Severus' shoulder and tugging him back down.

"Yes, you pushy little witch," he yawned, laying back on Hermione in a manner that wouldn't totally crush her. Severus captured her lips for one last kiss before resting his head on the swell of her breasts.

Relishing the weight of Severus' warm body against her, Hermione wrapped both arms around his shoulders, her fingers idly sliding through his soft, black hair until they both fell asleep.
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