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Author's Note: I
know it has been a long time since the last update, I have had some
RL to deal with and a couple of other stories had my attention. But I
hope this latest offering will satisfy any old readers and maybe
attract some new ones. Enjoy and please review – reviews feed
my imagination!

Chapter 14: New
Sensations

Hermione spent that
evening and the next day in a constant state of tension, jumping
every time someone called her name, hardly able to eat or sleep. She
was convinced that Dumbledore would be summoning her to his office
any moment to expel her promptly after firing Severus. She clung more
tightly to Harry and Ron than she had done all year, but their jovial
behaviour wasn't enough to snap her out of the state of fear that she
was in. She didn't notice if they had realised something was wrong
with her or not, she barely heard a word they said.

The absolute worst
moments were those when she encountered Malfoy. He was an enigma, he
ignored her completely in the great hall, but in the corridors and
classes they shared he had cast varying looks her way, much more
frequent glances than she was accustomed to. She tried to understand
what his screwed up face meant, it could have been anger, or
confusion. Was he trying to work her out too? Or were the looks meant
to be threatening? She could certainly see how that might be his
intention, he was a huge threat to her now and he must have known
that.

Inevitably, Thursday came
around, the warped time of the previous day confused Hermione. It
seemed to have flown by in a whirlwind while at the same time seeming
like an eternity. Breakfast was impossible to eat, she dropped her
spoon into her bowl, her cereal having been merely moved around in
the milk briefly. She hadn't dared to look at Severus since she last
left his classroom, her gut ached, she yearned to be in his arms
hearing his reassurances that everything would be alright. One
comforting nod across the great hall would have been enough to steady
her breathing, but she couldn't risk it, she couldn't risk Malfoy or
anyone else he might have told seeing any exchange between her and
the Potions master.

Hermione struggled
through Arithmancy straight after her unfulfilling breakfast, a cold
wet feeling in her throat, her stomach threatening to empty what
little there was in there. She seemed to stumble through the day
feeling like this until the end of Charms and she made her way,
warily with Harry to Potions. They arrived just in time for the
customary flinging open of the door, Malfoy was already there at the
head of the short queue and filed in without noticing Hermione's
arrival. Severus did not wait by the door for the students to enter,
he was already behind his desk as Hermione followed Harry into the
classroom and closed the door quietly behind her. She slunk to her
seat without looking directly at anyone and the lesson began
smoothly.

Severus sat at his desk,
his eyes roamed around the room, lingering on Malfoy and then on
Hermione as she worked on her potion. She wiped sweat from her brow
with the back of her hand and blew up fiercely against the stubborn
lock of hair that refused to stay tucked back. Severus strained not
to crack a smile and quickly returned to the book in front of him.

The end of the lesson was
approaching and a little voice in his head told Severus that he must
do something to reassure Hermione that all was well. He picked up a
quill and quickly scribbled a few words of comfort and an invitation
to join him in his quarters after dinner the following night. He
gathered together the essays that he had to hand back to the class,
quickly found Hermione's and tucked the note behind it, crude but
effective, he thought. Typically, Hermione was the first to complete
her potion and as usual, she waited with Harry before coming up to
hand it in. Severus handed the marked essays back to each student as
they delivered their potions, complete with a sneer and occasional
derogatory comment. Malfoy was afforded a nod and a 'Keep it up.'

As Severus handed
Hermione's essay back to her he made sure to give her a flash of a
smile, or as close to a smile as he usually came, he felt sure she
would interpret it correctly. Her return smile told him he was right,
he watched her leave the room with a deep breath and sense of relief
that they had got through the lesson without incident. Now they just
needed to keep their cool and Malfoy would soon forget what he saw
and he and Hermione could get back to letting their feelings and
relationship grow.

Hermione
had grinned at the mark on the front of her essay and slipped it
straight into her bag, she would read the comments later. Now, sat in
the common room, by the fire, Ron and Harry were struggling with some
homework that Hermione had completed days ago. She took out her essay
and a loose sheet of parchment drifted to the floor, she picked it
up, a frown across her brow, and read it quickly. Immediately her
face lit up, then just as quickly she shook the smile away and
hurriedly folded the parchment and shoved it back into her bag. It
was highly incriminating. Simply knowing it was there, that Severus
had thought of her and offered those simple words, 'We'll
be fine' meant so much.

Hermione gathered her
things and slipped away to her dormitory, it was empty. Slipping off
her shoes, Hermione climbed onto her bed and pulled the drapes
closed. She pulled out the note and read it again, smiling at the
invitation, longing to be in his arms.

Her mood definitely
improved and the following day seemed to go twice as fast as the
previous one. Hermione ate a light dinner, chancing occasional
glances up at the staff table. Severus frowned at his food as usual
and seemed to be merely tolerating the ramblings of Professor Vector
at his side. Harry and Ron sat joking as usual, but Hermione couldn't
miss the glances of Ron's that matched her own, up at the staff
table, to where Professor Sullivan was sat chatting to Hagrid
enthusiastically. She briefly considered the possibility that Ron's
reduced crush symptoms were because he was no longer just crushing on
a teacher. What if something was going on there? She couldn't deny
the possibility, after all, she had first hand evidence that
sometimes teachers break the rules.

Hermione left the great
hall, being sure to catch Severus's eye on her way, he curled his lip
and scowled, Hermione looked away, trying to hide a smile when she
caught Malfoy's hard stare. She flicked her hair and shrugged it off,
he didn't have a clue, he may have had suspicions along the right
lines but he didn't really know and he certainly didn't have proof of
anything. She resolved to push him from her mind for good as she made
her way quickly to her room.

It was definitely time to
get rid of the uniform, the major barrier between herself and
Severus. She picked out a knee length, brown suede skirt, deep red
top with a low v-neck and her brown fleeced boots. A quick make-up
check later and Hermione grabbed her wand and was out the door. She
took an indirect route to the dungeons, not wanting to arrive too
early and also wishing to avoid anyone who might see her guessing
correctly where she was going. The castle grew a little colder with
each corridor, each short cut she took and as she descended into the
green-lit dungeons of Hogwarts the stones were almost icy to the
touch.

Taking care to be quiet
and checking over her shoulder regularly to ensure no one saw her,
Hermione arrived at the steps down to Severus's room and with a final
cautious glance, she jogged down them to the huge wooden door at the
bottom. She flicked her wand and whispered, 'Perspicuus' and a patch
of the door became clear and rippled softly like water with a breeze
blowing over it. She could see the living room beyond the door, the
fire was burning brightly in the grate and Severus was lighting
candles with his wand. She smiled and giggled a little before ending
the spell and knocking softly on the door.

A moment later the door
opened, Severus held it open for her, looking past her up the stairs.
The moment she was through he closed and locked it. Hermione turned
to look at him as he leaned against the door, looking back at her
with those deep eyes that she couldn't yet read.

'I'm glad you came.' He
said quietly, stepping towards her and taking her hand.

'Me too.' She whispered
back. He lead her into the room, to the warmth of the fire and held
his hand out to offer her a seat in one of the plush sofas. 'Thanks.'
She said with a smile and sat down. She felt a little awkward, it had
been a turbulent week and Hermione realised for the first time that
their time together had not been what she would consider normal for
the early days of a relationship. They had always been in the
classroom, working on the potion or in the case of the last time she
was in his quarters, in bed. Here in this candle-lit room the air was
leaning towards romantic and it flummoxed her slightly.

Severus knelt on the
floor in front of her and gently removed her boots, he looked up into
her face and gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned,
beginning to settle in to the mood he had created for her.

'You look beautiful.' The
words rolled off his tongue easily and Hermione felt herself melt a
little more, no one had ever told her that before.

'Thank you. The room
looks wonderful, all the candles. It's really lovely.' He smiled and
glanced around at the floating candles around the room. Hermione
realised for the first time that he wasn't wearing his usual robes
either, he still had black robes on but they were looser and he
appeared to have a black shirt on underneath, no great long stretch
of tiny buttons. 'You look great too.' She whispered, his head
snapped back to her, his face disbelieving. Hermione leaned forward
and kissed him softly on the lips.

Severus accepted her
kiss, but he couldn't shake the feeling on confusion that swamped him
again. Why was this young, beautiful and intelligent woman here with
him, kissing him? Telling him he looked great? He broke away from her
lips and moved onto the sofa beside her, taking her hands and
caressing them softly, he didn't want this dream to end. He looked
into her shining eyes and saw nothing but warmth and sincerity there.
He realised that there had to come a point where he accepted the
truth: for whatever reason, Hermione had feelings for him. She smiled
and gently pulled one hand free of his, touching his face with great
tenderness.

'What a week.' She sighed
and flopped back against the back of the sofa. Severus snorted,
thinking of all that had led them to this point, then settled
himself, leaning back and gazing fondly at her beautiful face. Her
eyes fluttered closed and she exhaled deeply. Severus moved closer to
her and reached his ghostly pale fingers for her soft cheek, running
them gently across her olive skin. She smiled a little and moved her
face into his touch. Encouraged, Severus leaned forward and captured
her full lips, kissing her deeply, a gesture she eagerly returned.
His hands dived into her hair, hers flew to his back and neck.
Severus forgot all concerns, he allowed himself to feel all the
passion that had been swelling inside himself and let go to this
amazing sensation.

Before she knew it,
Hermione found herself straddling Severus on the floor in front of
the blazing fire, her top discarded on the sofa, his robes beneath
him and his shirt undone, exposing his lily white skin. They kissed
with a heat to rival the fire's, hands roaming with confidence over
one another; his on her hips under her skirt, hers on his chest and
stomach, taking in the finely toned muscles. She felt his member
growing stiff and pressing against her thigh and she let a small moan
escape her lips into his mouth as they kissed. She lifted her hips
and found his waistband, fumbling for the button she undid it and
slid down the zip. Eagerly she took hold of his trousers and yanked
hard to pull them down, he obligingly lifted his hips from the floor
and assisted by wriggling them down his legs, kicking them off his
feet. Their kisses became erratic to hurriedly rid themselves of
their remaining clothing, Severus rolling Hermione onto her back to
remove her skirt and underwear.

Not satisfied to remain
passive on this occasion, Hermione quickly had him back on his back
as she gripped his shaft and began to work it hard, resuming the
passionate attention of her lips to his own. Fuelled by the dual
blaze of the fire in the grate and in her groin, Hermione slid down
Severus's body, kissing the pale skin of his chest, down to his
navel, following the trail of fine, dark hair to where it grew
thicker. She stopped for a moment to examine his cock in her hand,
taking in the prominent veins and soft skin, it's slightly darker
colouring to the rest of his body. With a lick of her lips she took
the end into her mouth and felt his hands clamp down on her
shoulders. She took him a little deeper and looked up his long,
arched body to his face; his eyes were half closed and his lips and
cheeks more flushed than she had ever seen. She took his reaction as
a good sign and trying not to smile she pressed on, drawing more of
him into her mouth.

She tried not to think
about the taste too much, although she found that it wasn't as strong
as she had expected. Bobbing up and down slowly, Hermione gradually
took in more of him, allowing her tongue to do the work and trying to
keep her teeth out of the way. There was a lot to think about, but
that had always served to encourage her in the past and she took this
task the same way. She grew ever more confident as Severus's hands
grabbed at her hair and he bucked beneath her, she found that looking
up at his reaction turned her on more than she could have
anticipated.

Severus marvelled at how
quickly she was learning this skill, like so many others previously,
but the thought was fleeting and broken up between spasms of ecstasy.
He felt a surge in his gut that told him to break this off if he
wanted to continue as he had intended.

'No, stop.' He stuttered,
half reluctantly, as he eased her head up. She looked at him with
those big brown eyes full of understanding and he kissed her so
tenderly that he felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach. Silently
Hermione straddled him again, positioning herself over his erection
and he felt her hot opening pressing against the tip of his moist
member. With care he took hold of her hips and guided her down onto
him. She moaned out loud as they connected, her eyes closed and head
tipped back and they both waited a long moment to feel the sensation.
Severus watched her face as she just sat there, feeling him inside
her. She was tight, but not too tight, it was a remarkable fit, he
had to admit. He could feel every slight movement that either of them
made, right through his erection and into his gut, skin to skin. He
softly muttered the contraceptive charm under his breath and ran his
hands up her body to her soft, round breasts, taking in every curve
of her supple young body.

Hermione's skin broke out
in goose bumps at his soft touch. She finally opened her eyes and
looked down into his, deep and unreadable as ever, she smiled and
began to move slowly, feeling the tip of his shaft rubbing over her
g-spot. She thought she might explode, the sensation was unreal and
she felt more alive than she ever thought possible. Getting into a
rhythm, Hermione rocked her hips, feeling her way through the
building pleasure inside and watching Severus's face twitch and
contort as his own pleasure mounted. With a smile she dropped down
onto her hands, placing them either side of his shoulder and began to
rock more vigorously. With their faces close together she could feel
his hot, ragged breath on her cheek and she planted her mouth firmly
on his, diving her tongue into his mouth and kissing him
passionately, which he eagerly returned.

Severus clasped at
Hermione's back and kissed her deeply, the actions of his tongue
mirroring those of his cock. He felt her movements becoming more
erratic as she struggled with her approaching orgasm and their kiss
ended suddenly as she cried out with ecstasy. He smiled a weak smile
and took hold of her hips, helping her to go on. She looked so
beautiful in orgasm, her mouth wide, her lips red, her skin glistened
with a thin layer of sweat and her hair was loose and dishevelled
about her shoulders. He focussed on her half-closed eyes and heavy
breathing as she got back into her hard and fast rhythm, he could
feel her breasts rubbing back and forth across his chest and he held
her hips, squeezing the flesh so tight that it turned white under his
fingers.

Hermione's orgasm slipped
away and she pounded harder against his body, determined to give him
an explosive orgasm in return. The pressure of him inside her was
overwhelming and she began to feel a tingling sensation around her
clitoris.

'No, no.' She moaned,
trying to ignore the unwelcome sensation.

'What? What's wrong?'
Severus opened his eyes and took hold of her face, worry in his own.

'I need to pee.' He
barked a laugh and smiled, grasping her hips again and driving her
on.

'No you don't, keep
going.' Hermione's face contorted, she searched his face for some
sign that he did not honestly want her to urinate on him, all she saw
was anticipation and a rare softness. 'Trust me.' He whispered and
she cautiously continued rocking back and forth. She felt another
orgasm building and the pressure inside that felt like a need to pee
grew stronger.

'Oh God.' She breathed,
'Ahh.' She almost screamed, unable to contain both the intense
pleasure and the desperate feeling that the floodgates were about to
open. Then something happened that she did not expect and couldn't
explain, a great wave of orgasm crashed over her and all friction was
suddenly lost from their joining, a sticky wetness spilled from her
and startled her. Severus grinned and a moment later his back arched
and head tipped back as he released himself inside her and let out
one brief moan of pleasure.

Hermione's hips slowed,
feeling wet between their bodies and tingling all over. She was
exhausted, slowly she lifted off him, feeling his erection sliding
out of her and pulled herself off the head with a slight tug that
send a final shiver of pleasure through her. 'Fuck.' She sighed as
she collapsed on the rug next to him. She cautiously wiped her finger
over the top of her thigh, feeling the hot liquid on her skin and
slowly brought her hand to her nose. Sniffing she was relieved to
know that she hadn't, in fact, urinated during her last orgasm and
the penny dropped. 'I ejaculated?' She turned to look at him, he was
smiling contentedly. He nodded slowly. She grinned, she had achieved
something that countless women, both muggle and witch, strive for,
and on only her fourth time in the saddle, so to speak.

Slowly, Severus sat up,
feeling light headed. He reached for his wand and cleaned up the
evidence of their respective enjoyment. He looked back at Hermione,
her eyes were closed and she looked sated, flushed and content, so
painfully beautiful that he couldn't resist laying a soft, tender
kiss on her swollen lips. He realised that it would be a while before
his legs could take his weight, so he lay down and scooped Hermione
up into his arms, gently kissing the top of her head and stroking her
arm as they drifted into a restful post-coital sleep.

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