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A/N: What was supposed to be a day of celebration for me has instead become a day of mourning. I almost didn't post this last chapter today (but I couldn't do that to my loyal readers). My favorite actor (and everyone's favorite Potions master), Alan Rickman passed away today. I feel absolutely ridiculous crying over a man I've never met, but this breaks my heart. His talent as an actor was surpassed only by his warmth and humor. The world has lost not only a masterful thespian, but a great human being.
I'll be a Rickmaniac till the day I die.
Parts of this chapter seem even more poignant to me now. I hope you all enjoy the ending (and I hope you'll come back and review when they get the rating/reviews working again. I really do want to hear everyone's final reactions. It would mean a lot to me).
I just realized the other day that I have been working on this for about seven months. Between notes, first drafts, and re-writing/posting, this has taken up a huge chunk of my life. It has been a wonderful learning experience, and I have thoroughly enjoyed sharing it with you all. The feedback and love for this has been wonderful. I am still growing as a writer, and I truly appreciate the encouragement.
I will leave responses to all reviews at the end/bottom of the epilogue as I receive them. (I learned my lesson with TMG. People had questions, and I had no way of answering them.)
Thank you all again for continuing to read.
Severus1snape: Your review made me laugh. I like how you give me your immediate reaction to the chapters. Thank you for your continued love for this story.
Desert_Sea: So glad you liked the chapter. You’re too complimentary. But I love it. Don’t stop.
huge elephant-sized turd in the water pipe for Hermione. Hahahahahaha!
"It's over, Crooks. She's moved on already." – you know how I feel about the cat but this made me sad. You reminding me about your love of cats just made me laugh again.
“It hissed out of him like steam.” – I liked it in its own right and it also reminded me of one of my lines that you liked. Dang it. When I liked your steam reference I didn’t even think about mine. That’s how numb my brain was last week. I almost cut this part. I originally wrote “…like steam from a pressure cooker.” (which on second thought I prefer, and I’m going to go change it back).
‘pouring’ through the research should be ‘poring’ Okay, I’m idiot. I never knew “pouring” and “poring” were two different words. I’m sure I’ve used them incorrectly sooooo many times. Good to know.
Also I’ve never seen staunch spelled ‘stanch’ but apparently they are the same thing so feel free to ignore. Well you took me on a grammar check ride. I never questioned this, but when I saw the words written side by side, I thought staunch looked better. My dictionary said the same thing—that they’re just variants. I checked online (just for fun) and several places said it’s preferable (and avoids confusion) to use “stanch” as the spelling for the verb (stanch the wound), and “staunch” as the spelling for the adjective (staunch supporter). I learn something new everyday. (And today has given me stanch, staunch and poring.)
The line I remember most from him, which is probably quite unfair, is the ‘if you truly loved her’ line – I haven’t forgiven him for that. I don’t think that’s unfair. He’s manipulative. I freely admit that. But I question whether his manipulations were destructive. Like I said before, I don’t mind a little cognitive dissonance in my life. I think some people want to label him a monster for his calculating nature, but I see him more as a man who's seen enough horror in his life to want to stop it at all costs. Basically he's trying to stop a mad man from taking over the world, and he's armed only with a child. I think he does everything he needs to do to avoid the deaths of billions of people. (Anyone who thinks Voldemort would have stopped in Wizarding Britain is fooling themselves.) Is it wrong to manipulate people to save the population from annihilation? Some say yes. I say Dumbledore is a complex character who defies labels.
I wonder who will finish first? It will be a relief for me too I think but also a bit sad as this has been fun. Especially our exchanges. I will have to come up with something else in the near future but also I need to get some proper sleep, spend more time with my family… It looks like I beat you. I’ll probably just take a little break. I can’t stay away from writing for very long. I’ve already got other drafts started and notes for other stories. I won’t be gone long. But I’m going to enjoy writing whenever I feel like it instead of every free second. And you know you can write me anytime. I always love hearing from you.
LRB: Happy Birthday! And thanks for the chapter love. Hope you enjoy the ending.
bitchandmoan: I loved your review. Thank you for taking the much time to tell me your favorite parts. I find it interesting that Draco wasn't too surprised to hear about Hermione and Severus. He is surprised, he's just very good at hiding his feelings.
I hope Hermione's letters are short because she's busy and not because she's trying to keep secrets. I'd like to think she's sneaky enough to write her usual length without alluding to her plans. Her only secret is the potion. She's just insanely busy with the developing process. She doesn't realize that he's freaking out about her letters, so she sees no reason to tear herself away from the one thing she thinks will bring them closer together.
Hermione's own little harem. I like that. I have a harem in my closet.
I feel like mens' emotions often get overlooked in fiction, and in life in general. I totally agree.
Vinegarstrokes: Thank you so much for the review. It made me smile. And I'm glad you liked TMG and ICDAY (ICDAY is probably my fav of my own stuff...although maybe this will be my new fav). It is bittersweet that this is the last chapter. I'll be relieved to have my weeks back, but ending this is a little sad. Whenever I'm done reading a book or writing a story, I'm always like, "Well what the hell am I supposed to do now?" I'm lost for a few days until I start something new.
Evestra: Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy the finale too.
BabblingBadger: Hahahaha! I loved your review. That cliffhanger gets you excited for the next chapter. Always leave them wanting more.
I can't believe I've never actually shipped this couple - like, at all - and here you are making me addicted to their fluffy fucking. I'm not sure what to make of this realisation... This cracked me up. (And not just because the phrase "fluffy fucking" makes me laugh.) I know what you mean. I've been sucked into ships I was really reluctant to read. There aren't too many pairings I won't read anymore.
Jessie_Deal: It's so good to see you review this story. I greatly appreciated all your reviews on my other stories.
All that praise being said I seriously doubt Severus not thinking ahead that it's summer in Australia and taking lighter clothes (although he probably doesn't own short sleeves or, heaven forbid, shorts) LOL! He did pack his lightest clothes (white dress shirts and cotton trousers are his limit). He's reluctant to give up the familiarity of his frock coat.
I hope you like the conclusion here. Again, thanks for all the kind reviews.
14 — All I Need is a Miracle, All I need is You
Severus managed not to stumble as he wove through the dungeon. He couldn't keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds, but he didn't need to see where he was going to navigate the familiar halls. Unwarding his office, he went through to his private quarters and closed the door behind him with an exhausted sigh. "Incendio."
The logs in the hearth burst to a flame, and he fell into his chair by the fire. He was minutes away from sleep, but first he had to let her know he'd made it back safely.
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Hermione shuffled into her kitchen Monday morning. The weekend had been a struggle, not only because of her experiment but because she was so bloody lonely. She wondered if Snape was back yet. Flipping on the light, she jumped when she saw the dark owl perched on her table. "Where'd you come from?"
"Hoo," he replied and pushed the letter forward with his beak.
Hermione glanced at the open window. Hermes wasn't back yet. Grabbing an owl treat from the cupboard, she sat down at the table and let the visitor snack while she read.
Dear Hermione,
I just got back. It's 4:42 in the morning. I'm going to get a couple hours sleep before classes start. I almost came to your flat, but I didn't want to scare you in the middle of the night. I need to see you. When are you free? Tonight? I have rounds tonight, but I could come over right after you get off work. I couldn't stay very long, but at least we could see each other. Send me back your answer with this owl.
I miss you,
Severus
Hermione sighed in relief. He seemed pretty eager to meet, so maybe she'd been wrong about him avoiding her. She wanted to see him too, but she had all of her potion-making supplies strewn about the kitchen. If he came over, she'd have to hide it. She just needed two or three more days. Another problem was she already had plans that evening. She scrubbed her face with her hands to try and clear her head. Damn.
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Dear Severus,
I missed you so much this weekend. I have a Ministry dinner after work, so I'm not going to get home until tonight. What about tomorrow? Maybe we can go out to dinner or something.
You should have woken me up. I was having a nightmare anyway.
I miss you more,
Hermione
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Dear Hermione,
You could not possibly be missing me more than I miss you. I'm getting carpal tunnel in my right hand. And I don't remember how to function without the sting of scratch marks scoring my back.
I can't come over tomorrow. The Potions Club is meeting after school, and I have to be there. Then I have a faculty meeting and rounds.
What about Wednesday? I can be over by the time you get home, but I have to get back to cover for Flitwick.
Send me a pair of your knickers so I can remember what you smell like.
Suffering from pussy withdrawal,
Severus
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Dear Severus,
Bugger! Wednesday I have to take our house-elf case to his new home and get him settled in.
I'm starting to think we're cursed until Friday.
I wore these knickers all day for you,
Hermione
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Dear Hermione,
Sweet Circe's squealing swine! Were you masturbating in the loo every hour? These are sopping. Are you at dinner right now with no knickers? Naughty girl. I think I'll skip the Great Hall tonight. I've suddenly remembered how much I need to sit in my room and wank to the scent of your sex.
Write to me tomorrow,
Severus
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Hermione exited the restaurant's tiny lavatory and headed back to the private room where the Ministry officials were discussing work over their T-bones and chicken cutlets.
"Granger."
She whipped around.
Draco stepped out of the shadows with a smirk on his pale, pointed face.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm on a date. She's taking me back to her place for dessert.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I just wanted to know how your potion's coming along."
Hermione looked around to make sure they weren't being spied on. "I'm stuck. It's so close, but I know it isn't right yet. I’m certain it should be changing colors, but it isn't."
Draco nodded. "How about if I come over on Thursday and take a look at it. Maybe we can come up with something."
Hermione smiled. "Come over with me after work. If I can figure it out that night, I'll be able to give it to him on Friday."
"I'll be there." He looked over his shoulder. "I'd better get back."
"Me too. See you Thursday."
"Later, Granger."
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Dear Hermione,
Classes were dull today. It was a good thing I had your knickers in my pocket to keep me company. Everyone's bound to think I have a cold with the way I kept them pressed to my nose. You smell so much more pleasant than shrivel figs and slug slime.
I can't wait to bury my nose in the real thing,
Severus
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Dear Severus,
You didn't seriously have my knickers out in class, did you? And you call me naughty. I just got home, and I've got some work to finish. I'm so busy lately. I keep forgetting to lie over my pillows at night. I think you're going to have to give me a nice long spanking this weekend so I don't forget again.
In need of a red bum,
Hermione
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Dear Hermione,
I most certainly did have your knickers out during class. How else am I supposed to make it through the day? Man can't live on oxygen alone.
I'm ready to turn your backside crimson this weekend. I'm picturing you over my lap right now. Does your juicy little cunt need a spanking too? Or does it just need a kiss? Spread your legs right now and rub your clit for me. I need another pair of panties to wear as a face mask tomorrow.
Good girls send creamy knickers to their favorite professor every day,
Severus
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Severus! I'm at work. Be good.
Stop tempting me,
Hermione
P.S. I don’t think McGonagall wants my creamy knickers.
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Dear Hermione,
I know you're at work. And I know it's just making you wetter to spread your legs in public. Are you wearing a skirt today? Is it hiked up to your hips? It’d better be.
No one can see what you're doing behind your desk. Pet your pussy for me and tell me what you're thinking about.
Hard and thinking of you,
Severus
P.S. You’re getting the cane for that last dig.
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Severus,
I am not behind my desk. I'm in a meeting. And now everyone's staring at me because I can't stop blushing. Stop sending me dirty letters.
I'll write to you later,
Hermione
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Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry. I didn't get you in trouble, did I? I'll make it up to you very soon. In fact, I'd like to make it up to you tomorrow. Are you free?
Repentantly yours,
Severus
Hermione winced. Draco was coming over the next day. She really needed his help. But she wanted to see Severus. Bollocks!
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Dear Severus,
I'm sorry, but I'm really busy tomorrow. I'll see you on Friday though, and you can apologize until I come all over your face. Here are some knickers to tide you over.
Inhale relax, exhale float,
Hermione
Severus smirked at her sign off and pressed her ivory-colored underwear to his nostrils. He had one hell of a surprise for her. He just had to finish some brewing that night. If all went well, she would be his before the sun rose Saturday morning.
And he would be hers.
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Severus had to wait until classes ended the next day before he could finish his preparations.
Everything had gone according to plan. He couldn’t wait to see her face.
He strode down the road, success buoying his step. This was too big to just sit on; he needed to go tell her straight away. She couldn't be busy all night, could she? She would want to hear this as soon as possible.
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Draco sat at her kitchen table, listening closely as she described everything she'd done with the potion to get it to that point. He was amazed she'd come as far as she had. This was genius.
Hermione sighed and rubbed her scalp with both hands, trying to stimulate her brain. "And that's it. I don't know what else to try. Don't you think it should be changing colors?"
He nodded, dazed by the influx of information. It took him a few seconds, but he finally gathered his thoughts enough to speak. "This is—"he didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny her intelligence—"bloody brilliant. Do you know what you've done?"
"I haven't done anything," she said with an exasperated sigh. "It's not right yet."
Draco ran his hand down his face, but he couldn't hold back his smile. "Yeah, and I know why."
Hermione sat up straighter. "You do?"
He nodded. "You're missing a key ingredient."
Her eyes darted over the phials and cauldrons littering the kitchen. "What?"
"Time."
Her brows scrunched together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Tell me, Granger." He plucked the phial of her "secret ingredient" from the tray and held it up to the light. "When Snape fucks you, does he just cram it home all at once?"
Hermione glared at him. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"Everything," he replied, tipping the phial so the fluid ran back and forth. "Creating a potion is like sex. You have to read its signals like a lover. You don't just throw all the ingredients together like a sloppy shag in a broom cupboard, you have to wait for just the right moment to add just the right ingredient."
Her face went slack. Of course.
"You're adding this too soon. You need to let it heat longer. Bring it to a boil; then when it’s about to spill over like Saturday night pussy, you can toss in the pièce de résistance for the win."
She slapped her forehead. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Bloody hell, Granger. I think you did enough just getting this far. If this works, are you going to submit your findings?"
"I hadn't thought of that. I guess I should. It might help somebody else."
"You know this is only going to work if his heart wants you just as much as his balls do."
She nodded, smirking at his lascivious expression. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"If I were you, I'd—"
Knock Knock Knock.
They both looked in the direction of the front door. Hermione started to climb out of the potion debris surrounding her seat, but Draco waved her off.
"I'll get it."
Draco crossed through her sitting room and pulled open the door. "Severus!" He hoped he'd said that loudly enough to get her attention. He knew she was trying to surprise Snape with her creation. "What brings you here?" Besides Granger's pussy.
Snape's heart dropped through his stomach; his world crashed down around him. She was seeing Draco. Her "really busy" excuse had been an attempt to let him down gently. He should have come to her immediately after talking to Albus. Now he was too late. Draco was already marking his territory. She came into the front room, bursting into a grin when she saw him. She didn't even have the decency to look guilty.
"Severus! It's only Thursday. What are you doing here? Wait." She stopped in her tracks and looked at Draco. "This is Thursday, isn't it?"
Draco snickered. "Last I checked."
Hermione smiled, reaching for Snape. "Come in. Don't stand out in the cold."
He shook his head. If he was about to be made redundant, he had to give her this last gift while he still could. "I need you to come with me."
She couldn't tell if he was being romantic or just eccentric. He looked a bit ill. "Where're we going?"
"I'd prefer to show you."
"I'll get my cloak."
Draco picked up his grey herringbone traveling cloak from the arm of the couch. "I'm taking off, Granger. Owl me if you need anything else."
Hermione nodded. "Thanks for your help, Draco. I'll let you know how things go."
Severus had a sickening feeling they were speaking in code.
As Draco passed Snape at the door, he nudged him discreetly in the back. "We have to talk next time you come to the manor."
Severus nodded once. He didn't think he could stand to be in the same city as Draco let alone the same house. Thinking about what they might have been doing before he arrived made him want to retch.
Hermione stepped outside with Snape, stashing her wand in her pocket after warding the door. "Am I dressed all right for where we're going?"
He turned away, unable to bear the thought of letting her go. "You look perfect."
Hermione caught up with him on the walk. She slipped her hand around his arm and smiled up at him. "I just ate a sandwich an hour ago. I hope you're not taking me to dinner."
He shook his head. How could she just switch from Draco to him as if it were no big deal?
They made it to the Apparition point, and he looked down at her. Was this the last time they would be this close? "Are you ready?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him and pressing her cheek to his heart. He was all wooly and itchy, but she hadn’t held him in so long. "Ready."
He closed his eyes, hugging her in return and swallowing around the tight lump in his throat. He whipped his wand in a wide circle and Apparated them to Gishing’s Grove. They popped up in a skeletal copse of trees behind a brick house.
He led her out to the road, and Hermione looked in all directions, trying to figure out where they were. Night’s darkness shrouded the surroundings in a confusion of shadow, so at first her only guideposts were the streetlights. But then the picture clicked into focus and she knew where they were. She didn't like having the past sprung on her out of the blue. "Severus, this is my old street. Why have you brought me here?” McGonagall had helped her keep the house, but she couldn’t stand to live there on her own.
Snape didn't say anything, he just led her up the walk to her childhood home. When they got to the front door, he ran his wand over the lock and let them in as if he owned the place.
Hermione reluctantly followed him. She hadn’t been prepared for a shove down memory lane. The smells of her youth assaulted her like a security blanket that had gone rogue and now sought to smother rather than comfort. Snape turned on the lights, and she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand at the sight of her parents' limp bodies sitting on the sofa. Her head started to spin. "What's going on?”
"Rennervate," Severus murmured, waving his wand toward the couple.
Hermione's mother blinked a few times, and her father snorted the way he did when waking from a dream. She stared at them as if they were waxworks coming to life.
Mrs. Granger covered her eyes and yawned then stretched both arms above her head and squinted into the light. "Hermione? What are you doing here, dear? Emmet, wake up. Hermione's home. We fell asleep."
Mr. Granger rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. He looked back and forth between his wife and daughter then shook himself awake like an aging hound dog. "Hermione's home? We weren't expecting you, darling. I don't think I even have anything cooked."
Hermione's knees gave out, and she fell to the floor, sobbing and clutching stomach.
A dazed Mrs. Granger dashed over as fast as her stiff legs would carry her and knelt beside her hysterical daughter. "What is it, love? What's the matter?"
Hermione was crying too hard to answer. Grasping the hand her mother offered, she suddenly snared the surprised woman in a bear hug.
Mrs. Granger hugged her back and exchanged a lost look with her husband over her daughter’s head. "It's all right, Hermione. Whatever it is, we're here."
Her father put his arms around her and helped her over to the couch. Hermione let go of her mum to hold onto him, practically strangling the confused man as she bawled on his shoulder.
"Hermione, what is it?" he crooned, his face tight with worry. "I've never seen you so upset."
"I . . . missed you," she blubbered.
"Well, we missed you too," her mother said, hugging her from behind so she was smashed between them. "No need to cry. You could have come over to see us anytime."
Her father looked around. "Where's that man who was here with you?"
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Severus hid in the shadows, watching the reunion through the picture window. He'd finished what he set out to do. She was happy. He would find some solace in that.
He turned away and started toward the Apparition point. He just wanted to go back to Hogwarts and sit alone in his room. Maybe take a hot bath . . . and slit his wrists.
His insides felt decayed, as if a part of him had died. He didn't know how much more of his heart could wither away before it just disintegrated to dust. His life was meant to be one of loss—of watching from the outside. It was time to accept that and move on.
Apparating to the gates of Hogwarts, he let himself in and made his way to the castle.
Down to his dungeon palace.
Alone.
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Once Hermione had controlled her crying enough to talk, she explained to her parents what had really happened. She had no idea how Snape had pulled it off, so she couldn't tell them how they’d come to be back home. They took the news (and missing years) fairly well.
They stayed up all night, talking and hugging; and when the sun rose, she Flooed in sick to work for the first time in her life. She must have looked a fright, because her boss told her to take all the time she needed.
She spent the entire day with her parents, never letting them out of her sight. She had her family back. Her mum and her dad. They knew who she was. She would never again have to watch them from afar. She could just get up any day she wanted and go see them. Talk to them. Hug them. Hear them say they loved her.
She was home.
When night fell, her mother suggested that they all get some sleep; Hermione could see how exhausted they were. Recovering memories could take a lot out of a person. She kissed them goodnight and told them she'd return in the morning.
She went back to her flat, but she didn't go to bed.
She started brewing.
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Severus rolled his eyes as the knocking at his door persisted. Didn’t they know when to give up? “Go away!” Couldn't they leave him to his misery in peace? The knocking became louder, and he growled in frustration, slamming his wine glass on the table so hard the base cracked with a hairline fracture. “This better be a matter of life and death, or I’m going to kill you myself.”
He ripped open the door, and blinked in surprise. “Miss Granger?” She was still in the same clothes she’d worn two nights before. “What are y—?”
Hermione didn’t let him finish. She mashed her face into his warm black dressing gown and hugged him so hard his back cracked.
Severus just stood there with his arms limp at his sides, fighting the urge to hug her in return. He couldn’t take another goodbye. If he put his arms around her, he would lose his mind and make a fool of himself. Again. “What are you doing here?”
“Why did you leave?” she asked, muffled by his chest.
“I was no longer needed.”
She looked up at him. His face was blank, and he was staring at the wall behind her. “How could you think that? I’ll always need you.”
He bit his tongue and kept his eyes on the wall.
“I want you to meet my parents. I told them all about you.”
He looked down at her. Was she completely mad? Meet her parents?
“And,” she said, reaching into her pocket with a smile and pulling out a phial, “I have a surprise for you too. I’ve been working on it for a couple of weeks now.”
Severus stared at the sparkling potion pinched between her fingers. It was an iridescent blue-green that shifted colors as the light played over it. He’d never seen anything like it.
Hermione bit her lip and smiled at his puzzled expression. He seemed to be in a strange mood again, but she was too excited to let that slow her down. “I promise I’ll explain, but . . . I want you to drink it first. Let’s go sit down and see if it works.”
“See if it works?” he muttered, staring at the back of her head as she dragged him into his own room. She had gone mad.
Hermione pulled him down on the settee with her. “Don’t worry, it’s safe; I tested it on myself, and I’m still here.”
He was completely lost.
Turning to him, she sat up on one knee and put her arm around him. She couldn’t wipe the dancing smile from her face, but she tried her best to tone it down. Sliding her hand down his cheek, she stroked his rough jaw. It looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a day. He turned away from her, cringing from her touch.
“Severus? What’s wrong? I promise the potion is safe. Please just drink it. For me. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to the drawing board; but I’m too excited to wait any longer. You trust me, don’t you?” She pushed the phial into his hand.
He turned his head and met her eyes. Why was she acting as if nothing had changed between them? Was she that cold, or that stupid? Neither of those options sounded plausible. He looked at the phial in his hand again. The scary part was he did trust her. Even after all the heartache. She would never intentionally harm him. He didn’t think she’d gone out on the prowl for Draco. It was just something that had happened. Sighing, he pulled the cork from the top and got an immediate whiff of pussy. What the devil? He glanced at her, and she gave him an encouraging smile and nodded at him to drink it. Bringing it slowly to his lips, he closed his eyes and whispered, “I trust you,” before downing the whole thing in one quick gulp. “How long until this—?”
The room went black.
Severus couldn’t see or hear anything. He wasn’t even sure he still had a body. He was floating in a void of darkness. Attempting to call out for help proved fruitless. No sound emerged. There was no up or down; he was nowhere.
Just when he was starting to get worried, he perceived a low hum in the distance. That was a relief. Perhaps it was someone coming to rescue him from this ambiguity. The hum grew in volume, but he could discern no direction. It was all around him.
The hum began to pulse in waves, and he suddenly recognized it. It was her moan—that sobbing “I need to come” moan she'd let out right before she started bawling and tearing at the sheets. He’d always fancied that sound, but now he found it more calming than arousing. Whatever this place was, it must not be too bad if her moans were on a constant loop.
The sound slowly unfolded, becoming more distinct as layer after layer was removed. It morphed from a constant din of overlapping ecstasy to a single voice. She was right there with him. All around him. He could hear background noises too, faint but unmistakable. It was the sound of her wet pussy, the squelch of a soaked snatch being pounded like an anvil.
“Severuuuuus.”
Merlin’s balls. He would have been hard as a rock if he had a body. He could almost feel her breath as she gasped and shuddered.
“Oh God! Fuck me, Severus.”
A blue light appeared in the distance, and he watched its approach without blinking. It seemed to grow in time with her increasingly hungry moans. She started to sob again, and he longed to find her and wrap her in his arms while she came. He knew exactly how hard she’d be shaking as the orgasm rocked her body. The bed would be soaked, and he would be washed clean in her holy water.
“Uuuunh-nh-nh-nh-nh-nh!”
Even though he could see nothing but that blue light, he could still picture the tears streaming down her face, her eyes just as wet as her pussy. To anyone who didn’t know her, she would appear to be in the grips of heart-rending anguish; but he knew she only cried like that when her heart was being pierced by the intensity of their fucking. He would be right there with her through every sob, loving every second of her openness, purring out his praise and desire for her so she’d let go even more. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to rip open her own soul and let him watch her transform into a quivering mass of pure emotion.
He wished he had a voice so he could tell her that.
The nothingness morphed around him, rushing around his body like somebody was spinning the gravity. The smell of her pussy filled the air, and he hoped that meant he had a nose. No garden on earth smelled as glorious as that plot of land between her legs. He must have a mouth to go with his nose, because it was watering.
Everything rushed into a swirling, moaning carnival ride of disorientation; and he felt his heart pounding right where he should feel it. He had a heart again.
“SEVERUS!”
The blue light burst before his eyes like a firework going off a foot in front of his face. It should have blinded him, but he didn’t even flinch. There was a pulsing heart of green sparkling in the center of it, and he couldn’t look away from its dazzling display.
Her shout echoed around him, wrapping him in a cocoon of sound and warmth.
“Severus! Severus!”
He must have a face again too, because his cheek was stinging. Opening his eyes, he blinked up at her blurry countenance. She was hovering over him, her expression anxious and pinched. He realized he was on the floor, and she was kneeling over him. For a split second he thought they’d been having sex, but then he noticed she was still dressed. What just happened?
“Fucking hell,” she sighed, stroking his cheek. "You scared the piss out of me. Are you all right?"
Severus blinked and nodded, and she started pressing her lips to every available inch of his face.
“If you don’t tell me you’re all right, I’m going to get Poppy,” she threatened between kisses.
“I’m all right,” he whispered, but it came out all garbled and phlegmy. Clearing his throat, he said it again. “I’m all right.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. They both heard it at the same time.
Severus rolled to his side and pushed up on one arm. Clearing his throat again, he spit a wad of mucus into the fire and looked at her. “I’m . . . all right.”
The rasp was gone. His voice purred out, smooth as silk. Hermione slapped her hand over her mouth in ecstatic shock. “It worked.”
Snape couldn’t remember the last time he'd spoken without the dry scrape and tickle rushing past his vocal cords like rattling leaves. He rose to his knees and got closer to the fire. There was still something caught in his throat.
Hermione rubbed his back as he spit into the fire again. He sounded like a ninety-year-old smoker hacking up a lung. It was the most disgusting and beautiful thing she’d ever heard in her entire life. She kissed his cheek with a smile. "Can you tell me what happened when you took the potion? Do you remember?"
Severus glanced at her. She looked delighted by his gobs of mucus. "There was a blue light, and I could hear you moaning my name. You came all over my face, and the blue light exploded like a firecracker."
Hermione beamed at him then bit her lip. “Severus?”
He had to spit again before answering her. “Yes?”
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you.”
He stared at her in disbelief. Could this night have any more hairpin turns? “You do?”
“Yes, and it’s okay if you don’t want to say it back. I just didn’t want to keep it a secret anymore.”
“Why were you keeping it a secret? I told you to be honest with me. And why would you think I didn’t want to hear it?” He cleared his throat and hocked another morsel of mucus into the fire.
Hermione’s mouth opened and closed several times in confusion. “Because . . . you . . . You said if a sub and dom fell in love, they’d have to end things.”
He suddenly understood why she’d been acting so oddly. “No, pet,” he breathed, horrified that she could have ever thought he was telling her to stifle her feelings. “I said their agreement would come to an end. I meant they wouldn’t need it if they were in love; it would be pointless. They would just be a real couple."
Hermione’s chest loosened, and her eyes started to burn with the promise of tears. "So you wanted me to say it?"
He spit again and looked back at her. "Of course I wanted you to say it." Snape covered her hand with his.
Hermione smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He spit into the fire again, and she stroked the back of his greasy head. "Are you really all right? Maybe I should get you some water."
He nodded and coughed up another ball of phlegm. "That might be for the best. It feels as if Flobberworms have been mating in my trachea."
She grinned and kissed his head as she got off the floor. Retrieving the glass from the bathroom, she filled it with water. She brought it back and knelt beside him as he drained it in three seconds flat. "More?"
He passed her the glass and nodded, spitting once again. Bloody hell, would this ever end?
She refilled the glass with her wand and handed it back to him.
Snape gulped it down and took a deep breath. He should just come clean with her. "Do you love Draco too?"
Hermione stared at him as if he had five heads. "What!"
"I saw you with your arms around him at the Ministry. If you're attracted to him, I understand; but I don't know if I can share you."
Hermione took the glass from him and set it on the floor. "Severus, look at me." When he met her eyes, she held his face in her hands so he couldn't turn away. "Draco has been helping me with the potion. I haven't been 'seeing' him. And I certainly don't love him."
His stomach unclenched. She wasn't lying. There was nothing but honesty in her eyes. "Then why . . . ?"
"He found me a book I needed in his family library. If he hadn't found it, I wouldn't have been able to finish the potion. I was just hugging him because I was excited about the book."
Severus breathed out a single note of relief. She was still telling the truth. Hugging someone because of a book. That sounded just like her. Hell, sometimes he took her to bookstores as foreplay. If the book was that rare, she had probably wet her knickers as soon as it touched her fingers. He was impressed she'd restrained herself to just hugging.
"Draco knows all about us. And he's happy for us. Well . . . for you. I think I'm just starting to grow on him."
"You don't want Draco at all?" He had to be sure.
She shook her head. "Not in the slightest. I only want you."
Thank Merlin. He put his hand over hers to keep her from letting go, but he turned to the fire and spit again. Looking back into her eyes, he pulled her palm to his lips and kissed her heart line. "I never pictured myself as a mucus machine when I said this for the first time, but . . . I love you too.”
Hermione's face crumpled even though she was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. The tears won out and spilled down her face. "I know," she whispered. "The potion wouldn't have worked if you didn't." She leaned in and kissed his lips, sliding her hands around his neck to keep him close.
Severus could only process that for a few seconds before he was too distracted by her tongue to think. The muscles in his neck loosened, and even though she was cutting off his airways, he felt as if he could finally take a clear breath.
Hermione pulled back and wiped her face, still smiling at him. "Do you need to spit again?"
Snape grinned and shook his head. He really didn't. "I think whatever was stuck in my gullet is gone."
"I forgot what you used to sound like," she whispered as she ran her fingers over his Adams's apple. "Your voice is making me wet. Tell me more about your phlegm."
He laughed, rich and deep, all trace of gravel gone. "How about we talk about something important while you cream your knickers. For instance, I think you should tell me what was in that potion . . . and why it smelled like pussy."
Hermione pushed away the tears standing in her eyes. "That would be because the secret ingredient was 'ambrosia.'"
"Yours I hope."
She smiled and nodded. "I had to combine some different magical modalities to create something powerful enough to heal you."
"You created that potion on your own?"
She nodded. "Draco helped me at the end, and he got me the most important books. He—"
Severus cut her off with another kiss. She'd developed a new potion on her own. Just for him. He was turned on by not only the love behind that act but the sheer intelligence it demanded. The thought of her poring over books and sweating over cauldrons for his sake made his heart want to come. His wonderful little bookworm had set her powerful brain on the sole goal of healing his voice. And she'd succeeded. He wanted to hump her big beautiful bushy head.
Hermione pulled back from him, out of breath and grinning. He'd almost worn off her lips. "I'm afraid to tell you what else I did—you might ravish me right here on the floor."
He thought that sounded just as brilliant. "I might. Tell me how you made the potion first."
"Well . . . it's a combination of a basic throat healing potion mixed with sex magic and sound imbuement."
"Sound imbuement," he repeated. "Like the paper we read about the wizards experimenting in Switzerland?"
"Yep. Except I found out that they're not the first ones with the idea. Using sexual sounds to intensify magic and potions has been around for centuries. Then I found out about the healing power of sexual fluids and knew I could make a real powerhouse. I imbued my juices with both the energy of my orgasm and also the energy of a set of words and sounds to focus it even more."
"My God," he breathed. "That's ingenious."
"Well, I was really close to having it all worked out, but I knew something wasn't right. Then Draco told me to brew it the way you fuck me, and it all came together."
"Brew it the way I fuck you?"
"Yes. I had to let the potion get worked up to a state bordering on explosion, then I added the pussy power and let it bloom."
He grinned. "You teased your potion to the brink then tickled its clit?"
Laughing, she nodded. "Pretty much. It changed colors after that, which is what I was expecting."
"What did you mean I had to love you for it to work?"
She bit her lip. That was more difficult to explain. "The potion was sex based, so it had to start gaining energy here." She put her hand between his legs and cupped his equipment, smiling as his eyes went dark with lust. "The strength is built on sexual energy. It's the bedrock of both change and stability. Your desire for me was never in question, so I knew it would be a good platform to build on. Then that energy had to travel up to your throat." She slid her hand along the front of his body, gliding past his belly button toward his chest. "It picked up a spectrum of energy to aid in the healing as it moved up your core." She stopped when she got to his chest and rested her hand there. "But to get to your throat, it had to pass through your heart. It's kind of the gatekeeper. But it's also the power needed for real healing. If the energy had your heart's support, then it would be unstoppable. But if your heart was closed off, it would shut down the whole production. And since the potion was so tied to me and my energy, you had to love me too to let it through."
Severus stared at her in awe. She'd been delving into some pretty esoteric magic. And pinning all her success on his love was a huge gamble. Unless she already knew the truth before she started researching. "That was a brave move."
She shrugged.
"You knew I loved you before you started, didn't you?"
She smiled. "I hoped you did."
Bloody hell. She'd created an entirely new potion with just a handful of hope. What would she do with a double helping of certainty? "I have never wanted to fuck you more than I do at this very moment."
Hermione laughed and slid her hand back down to his lap. "First you have to tell me how you fixed my parents."
"Well there went my erection."
She grinned and slid her hand inside his dressing gown to feel him through his pajamas. "I need to know."
He had to get out of some of his clothes; he was burning up. He explained as he loosened the knot in his belt. "I suddenly remembered seeing something about memory charms in the folios of notes Albus left me in his will. I had to search through half his scratchings and doodles before I found what I was looking for. He had a theory for reversing memory charms that had never been tested. It was a combination of memory wiping, retrieval, and then resetting everything with a little . . . zap to the brain, followed by a restorative elixir." He saw her eyes go wide. "They weren't in any danger. I tested everything before laying the groundwork. When I was sure everything was doable and safe, I wiped their memories and had them sequestered . . . in unconscious stasis . . . with Gretchen and Bart. Then when the elixir was finished, I went back and performed the remaining spells. I had to put them back to sleep to get them here un-traumatized. Then I just woke them up when I got you to the house. Gretchen and Bart know your secrets now, by the way; and they said to owl them when things have settled down."
"How did you get them here? How did you know about the house?"
"Ah." He smiled, tossing his dressing gown in the chair. "Minerva mentioned that one of the students lived near your house in Gishing's Grove. I asked her what she meant, and she explained how you were keeping the house in your parents’ names; she said you still owned it even though you never went there. And Kingsley was kind enough to procure an international Portkey for me to deliver them directly to the living room so I wouldn't have to get them through the streets undetected."
She wrapped him a tight hug, kissing his neck. That was a lot of work for two people he didn't really know. "Thank you, Severus. I can't tell you how much this means to me."
"I know," he murmured, kissing her temple. "I was happy to do it for you."
"Will you come with me to meet them tomorrow morning?"
"That sounds pleasantly terrifying."
She smiled and sniffed his neck. He smelled like sex and bedtime. "They'll love you. Not just because you brought them back, but because I love you."
Severus was never going to get tired of hearing those words. He started to unbutton his pajamas. "I want to hear you screaming that for the whole school to hear."
Hermione smiled as his white chest was bared. "As long as you keep talking, I'll scream anything you like."
He grinned and tugged off his bottoms before starting on her clothes. "I'll talk to you all night long. You can stay, can't you?"
She nodded, and he pulled her shirt over her head, making her skin rupture with gooseflesh in the dungeon air. Meeting his glinting black eyes, she searched his gaze and was excited to see jubilant light there instead of the usual guarded gates. He pulled off her bra and lowered her to the carpet, where it was warm from the fire.
Snape smiled at her grin and started on her shoes and socks. When she reached down to unfasten her jeans, he growled and shook his head. "Undressing you is my job now."
Hermione shivered at the silky authority of his words. "You did my job for me," she said, nodding at his naked body as she rested her arms above her head.
Severus ran his eyes over her stretched torso, climbing the mounds of her breasts to the tiptop of her rocky nipples. She looked like a flickering angel in the firelight. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to undress me in the future, but tonight . . . you're mine, little girl."
Her hips rocked as her pussy contracted in a convulsion of agreement. Holy fuck. His growly sex voice was no longer like gravel bumping over her clit. It was like velvet sliding between her legs and caressing her folds. "Yes, sir."
He smirked. Her eyes had gone dark as night, and she was already grinding her hips like a horny hula dancer. It had been almost two weeks since he'd heard her say sir in that buttery whisper. It gathered up his entire sex like a cock ring of words. He'd missed all his Hermiones, and he wanted to bring out each one and fuck the hell out the lot of them. Resting his hands on her fly, he slowly unbuttoned the top and then slid down the zip. "Lift up your hips, love. It's time to get you ready for bed."
Hermione stared at him, her breathing accelerating to a fast skip. How did he do that? How did he look right at her and say something totally benign in a way that sounded completely filthy? It was a disconcerting combination of suggestion and dominance that left her feeling like a naughty little girl. It's time to get you ready for bed. It was something you'd say to a child, but never in that tone. Her schoolgirl fantasies found a commonality with this playful sex kitten inside her who liked to be cuddled and fucked with equal depravity.
The last two weeks had been a maelstrom of stress. She needed him to take her to their private world where he called the shots, where worry and shame were banished and forgotten. The only rules were the ones they set for themselves. With him, she was free to let go and be whatever she felt like being. If she wanted to be his queen, he'd kneel at her feet and masterfully play her devoted king as he licked her royal rump. If she wanted to be his little girl who got her panties pulled down before being tucked in at night, he didn't think that was taboo. She'd never seen him flinch once when reading her favorite erotic stories. His ability to pinpoint what aroused her most in each scenario was uncanny.
She was safe with him no matter how much some of her desires embarrassed her. He didn't seem disturbed by any of it.
Severus tugged her jeans over her hips, and when they were free from the curve of her arse, he lifted her legs in the air and slowly stripped her. "Did my naughty little girl get her knickers all wet for me?"
Hermione blushed, but she couldn't help smiling as she nodded.
Severus cast aside her trousers and held back her legs with one hand so he could see her cotton-covered cunny. Her knickers were white with little pink polka dots. She hadn't been trying to turn anybody on when she got dressed Thursday morning. But what she didn’t know was that he was just as aroused by her innocent side as he was by Hermione-the-seductress. It made him want to flip her over his knee and turn her into his lacivious little Lolita. There was a thin sliver of wetness splitting her cotton crotch, and the pink dots had darkened to magenta where she'd soaked through. He ran his finger over that damp line. "What's this, pet? Were you making me another present?"
Hermione nodded again, peeking at him from around her legs.
He continued to trace the peninsula. Up and down. Look at those eyes. You're so ready to let go, aren't you? "That was sweet of you. They're getting awfully sticky now. Is it time to pull down your panties and check on your little pussy?”
Bloody hell. He was going to talk her to climax. She could feel the lubrication spreading over her labia, leaking out to meet his finger.
Severus pushed her legs toward her chest with one hand and gently peeled her knickers over her backside. Her pussy peeked out, and he prodded her damp gusset from her crease. Dragging her knickers to her knees, he left her bound in them while he stroked the backs of her legs, grazing his fingers over her bum. "When was the last time I inspected this pussy? It looks awfully messy."
Hermione's face burned. She hadn't showered since Wednesday night. Messy might be putting it lightly. "I'm sorry, sir."
He pushed her legs further so he could see even more of her glistening glory. "Sorry? Whatever for?"
"I'm not clean for you."
He glanced at her face. Was she serious? "Let's just take a look and see how naughty you've been."
Hermione bit her lip, panting in excitement as he ran his fingers over her muff.
"Keep those legs back for me," he muttered, using both hands to pull apart her seam.
Hermione moaned softly as the air breezed over her soaked slit. She could feel his eyes nudging her clit, his gaze penetrating her sex.
Severus breathed out a sigh of awe. It had been far too long since he'd see those rosy petals. Everything shone in the firelight, cream and clear honey coating every nook and cranny. He could already smell her; the musky scent mixed with her sweet sweat. He subconsciously licked his lips. "My little girl is very messy. We'd better get you cleaned up.”
Hermione thought he was going to take her to the bathroom, but he just pulled off her panties and spread her legs.
"Nice and wide, love. Show me everything."
He got down on his stomach and stared her sticky snatch in the face. Oh God. The scent of pussy was everywhere, surrounding him like his hallucination. His head spun with the aroma. It was meaty. Animal. He was going to overdose on her. Putting his nose to her split shell, he took a deep breath, rising above the earthly plane on the notes of her perfume. Sweet Circe. If he passed out in her pussy, he hoped she'd have the decency to leave him there.
Hermione picked up her head and stared down between her legs. He looked as though he was meditating, breathing deeply, his eyes closed, a look of transcendence lighting his face. When he dropped his nose to her clit and inhaled her nub like a vacuum, she gasped and spread her legs wider.
"This pussy is mine now," he groaned into her folds.
Hermione squirmed as the vibrations hummed through her.
"Every night, I'm going to pull down your panties and eat this juicy little quim. You don't wash it until I've had my fill. Do you understand me?"
His words were muffled, but she understood him perfectly. The promise rang through her like a jolt of electricity. He inhaled again, and she rolled her hips toward him. "Yes, sir," she whispered.
Severus kissed her entrance. "Good girl. You can have my cock however you like it, but if you wash this pussy before I eat it, I'm going to take you to the Great Hall and put you over my knee in front of everyone."
Hermione didn't really think he would do that, but she was excited by the threat nonetheless. "It's yours, sir."
Severus lifted his head from her soft sex and looked up at her. "I promise I'll give you whatever you need in exchange. Anything. Sweet, dirty, fast, slow, pain, pleasure—anything."
She smiled. His nose and lips were glazed with her goo. "I want all of those things as long as they're with you."
A grin curled the corners of his mouth. "I do too, pet. Now, I think it's time for my midnight snack."
Hermione arched off the floor as his tongue sliced up the center of her slit. He lapped every surface, cleaning her like a cat. Every time he reached her clit, she moaned and begged him for more.
Severus sucked and licked every trace of salty cream from her sex. The muskiness was slowly replaced by sweet nectar, the day's buildup overcome by the lighter flavor of arousal. She went from wet to satin slick, her core leaking an inviting sap of seduction.
Feeling around in his discarded clothes for his wand, he found it and brought it to her rear passage. One non-verbal spell later, and she was gasping and shivering as the charm cleaned her colon. After wetting his finger in her sopping pussy, he pressed it to her dark swirl.
“Unhhhh,” she groaned. “I’ve been your good girl. Please finger my bottom hole, sir.”
Oh yes. She was getting good at this game.
Hermione shuddered as he combined a wiggling finger in her backdoor with an oral assault round front. She came quickly, shouting his name as her first orgasm in days roared through her like a missile. His finger shimmied in her bum, and she stuttered out a groan of lingering lust. “Severus!”
He closed his eyes and listened to her. It was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard. When she went still, he left her clit to get a taste elsewhere. Kissing his way up her belly, he followed the path from her sex to her heart. Branching off to the left, he lapped all around her areola, breathing over her nipple but not touching it yet. She jerked and moaned, anxiously awaiting touchdown. “Soon, pet. First we need to discuss proper bedtimes.”
Her head was spinning. If he didn’t touch her nipple soon, she’d go mad. “Bedtimes?”
“Do you know what time it is right now?”
She had no clue. She hadn’t slept the night before; her brain was getting fuzzy. “No, sir.”
“It’s past midnight. Are you in bed?”
“No, sir. I’m on the floor.”
He chuckled. “I see that. Tomorrow you’re going to have a proper punishment for not going to bed on time. Your bottom is going to be red and sore while you stand in the corner. That’s what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir. I want it.”
“Do you need anything else?”
“Hugs.”
He grinned. “That goes without saying. Kisses too. Your bottom may be purple when we’re done, but I need my little girl to know how much I love her.” The more he said it, the more he wanted to say it.
Hermione looked down at him and smiled. “I love you too.”
Severus gave her what she’d been waiting for, latching on and sucking her deep into his mouth.
“Unh!” She arched into his face, looking at the room upside down as the wet heat of his tongue swirled over her stiff nipple. “Thank you, sir!”
He smiled around her pink tip and sucked her hard so her flesh swelled even larger in his mouth. Going to the other side, he fed on her succulent, soft skin, nipping her rigid peak with his teeth.
“Please, Severus!”
“What do you need, pet?” he murmured around his mouthful.
“You! I need you inside me. I miss you so much.”
Bloody hell. Was she trying to rip out his heart? “I miss you too,” he whispered, crawling up to face her. “Is this how you want to do it? Me on top?”
She grabbed his face and pulled him down for a searing kiss. He grunted in surprise and ground his cock into her silken drippings. The deeper she kissed him, the harder he got. He reached between them and adjusted his length so it rubbed her ruby.
Severus couldn’t believe how easily she tongued away his rational mind. Her hands raked back into his hair, tugging at the roots; he felt the pull all the way down his spine. Her entire slit was slick with liquid desire; it warmed him even more than the fire.
He forgot how to breathe and had to pull back to keep from getting light-headed. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yesssss,” she hissed, rolling her head against the carpet.
Reaching down, he aimed himself into her heat and nudged her juicy juncture with his weeping glans. He found out that after more than a week apart, her pussy had lost its Snape-sized accommodations, reverting to a two or three finger limit. It felt like the first time. Memories of The Leaky Cauldron came flooding back to him. Her walls stretched snugly around his cock like a silken fist. She always felt tight to him, but this was like a battle of python versus python. She was going to squeeze the life out him.
Hermione’s eyes rolled back, and she gripped his shoulder with one hand, digging her nails into his skin as his cock dug its way into her depths. How had she forgotten the divine feeling of his initial penetration? Her pulse was pounding. She wrapped her legs around him and gritted her teeth as he slid home. It felt as if she’d been shot into orbit. Her attempt to say his name again came out sounding like a mishmash of random sounds and letters.
“I know, pet,” he whispered, nuzzling her throat. Carefully swiveling his hips, he loosened her up so she could get used to the internal stimulation. Her cervix kissed his knob like an old lover, welcoming him back where he belonged. She whimpered and tightened her legs around him, urging him deeper. Snape didn’t think deeper was possible, but he gave her a nice thrust to help her along.
“MMMmmm!”
"Is that what you needed, pet?"
Hermione’s eyes were rolling in her head, chasing her pleasure-wracked brain in circles. "Severus!"
God, he loved that look on her face. "Hold onto me, love."
Hermione slid her arms around his sides and gripped his back in a needy hug. She hugged him with her legs too, locking her calves over his flexing arse and riding his thrusts like a dressage champion. He was better than any thoroughbred. She was going to start calling him the Black Stallion.
"That's it," he purred, tracing her cheek with his nose. "I missed this, pet. Listen to all that pussy. Someone's going sound the tsunami alarm."
Hermione smiled. She was already brainless.
Snape recognized that gasping breath. "Are you close again already, pet?"
She nodded.
Smirking, he kissed her jaw and put his lips to her ear. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel that pussy. Show me what a good girl you are." He shortened his thrusts to hit her favorite spot deep and fast.
Her jaw dropped, and she shouted as her sheath clenched around him. The pleasure had sneaked up on her; it sprang up out of nowhere and demolished her mind. "Ah!"
He smiled and rode through her clutching contractions, growling in her ear just the way she liked.
Hermione swallowed hard and relaxed as the tension faded. Her body went limp, and she plucked her nails from his back. "Oh God," she panted. "That was so good."
Severus had no intention of stopping. He didn't even slow down. "Again."
Hermione smiled. "Yes, sir."
"I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out," he purred. "You're mine now."
Her clit was very fond of both of those ideas. "I'm yours, Severus. Please tell me you love me again."
He grinned and picked up the pace. He was already addicted to the word. "I love you, Hermione. More than anything in the world. I'll do anything for you." He needed to say it a million more times before morning.
She hugged him tighter. "I love you too," she whispered, kissing his neck. "All of you. You're safe with me."
Severus fumbled only one stroke before he found the beat again. Did she know how deeply that hit him? How much he needed that refuge? Being safe with her made him calmer than he'd ever been in his entire life. Having her love was like having a shield deflecting the horrors of his past. He'd never really had anyone on his side before. It was a relief to not have to face life alone. “You're safe with me too, love. I'll take care of you until my last breath."
She squeezed him as hard as she could. She didn't want to think about his last breath. "Don't ever leave me."
His heart twanged with a twinge, and he bit his tongue to fight the tightness in his throat. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
"I need you, Severus. I was so scared when you left for the weekend without me."
The twinge splintered to a crack. "I'm so sorry, love. I just wanted to surprise you. I couldn't stand being without you either."
All the fear and anxiety of the past two weeks was catching up with her. "I thought I was too needy for you."
Severus squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath to steady his voice. "You're not needy, you're affectionate. And I can't get enough of it. You're the only witch since Lily who's treated me as though I have a heart. I . . . I was devastated when I thought you'd left me for Draco."
Hermione couldn't hold him any tighter. Her arms were going to fall off. "Never," she rasped. "I've never once even considered leaving you. Not for a second. I should have told you I loved you the first time I even thought it. I will never keep anything from you ever again."
His heart and dick both jolted with joy.
"Except birthday and Christmas presents," she added. "Those are secrets."
The tension in his jaw relaxed to a smile. He hadn't gotten a birthday present since he was twelve. Maybe he'd actually start celebrating being alive now that she was around. "You can always tell me anything, good or bad."
"I know," she whispered, blinking back her tears. "You too. I want you to be honest with me no matter what."
"In that case," he murmured, moving back to her lips, "I think I should tell you that I want you to live here from now on. I have no intention of spending one more night of my life sleeping alone. The four days we're apart every week are just torture."
Hermione nodded and brushed his nose with hers. "I hate it too. When you leave on Monday mornings, it feels like my heart is breaking."
He was about to gnaw a hole through his cheek. "Thank Merlin," he whispered. "I thought I was just being overly-dramatic."
The firelight made the shine in his eyes more noticeable, and Hermione felt her own tears spilling over when she realized he was so close to crying. He was probably fighting it with every fiber of his willpower.
"What is it, pet?" he crooned, using one hand to brush away the wet tracks from her face. "Do you need something?"
She smiled. "I just love you."
Dammit. He should have kept his face in her hair. Seeing her eyes dripping like hot fudge just made the ache in his chest all the more intense. He took in a shaky breath. "I love you too." He kissed her softly.
"I'm getting close again. Please fuck me faster."
He turned up the heat a few more degrees. "How's that feel?" He already knew the answer; her feet only tapped out that involuntary jig when she was close to another climax.
"Your cock feel so good. Just a little faster."
Severus gritted his teeth and put his hips into it. She gasped and clasped her arms and legs around him.
"Yes." Her entire body coiled with building pressure. The rushing in her head returned, and she could hear her pulse thumping in her ears.
Severus gave her what he knew would drive her off the deep end. Faster. Rattling her insides. Rooting through to her heart. Overwhelming her with sensation. Her pussy started to shudder and rebel. It tried to push him out. He was staying right where he was. Lengthening his thrust, he grunted as her nails sank into his back. Her limbs trembled around him, and her belly was like granite. Anguish painted every line of her face. The release of pleasure stayed just out of her reach. She was hunting it down and being stalked by it at the same time.
Her gasps became choked—rapid and short. Hermione's body, mind, and soul were completely focused on the growing storm rolling through her body. Thunder crashed inside her, and she was suddenly so close she could taste the ozone. "Severus!” She barely got out the word before the clenching in her pussy took hold. "Ahh!"
He watched the agony of bliss crumple her face. Her muscles grabbed his cock like an angry milkmaid, and he knew he couldn't fight that kind of strength. His balls began to twitch, and he groaned her name as his dick hit the ejection button.
As soon as her orgasm scaled its highest peak, she snapped. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she gasped as the storm blustered out of her. She didn't know if she was just tired, or relieved, or happy, or if he'd fucked her so hard she was crying in exultation. It was possible all of those things had joined forces to make her climax both a physical and emotional outpouring.
Snape's own orgasm blasted through him, leaving his body, heart, and mind reeling. He felt both destroyed and renewed as the last of his seed joined her pool of passion; those fluids would mingle inside her for hours, filling her with a creamy concoction of their love. He opened his eyes and saw the tears pouring down her cheeks. She suddenly let out a loud sob and began to bawl.
Severus's heart lurched toward his stomach. This was his chance to take care of her the way he'd wanted to when he was passed out on the floor. Scooping his arms under her, he held her against his heart. "That's it, love. Let it out."
The panic in her died as soon as she heard his encouragement.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered, kissing her wet cheek.
The sobbing lost some of its momentum, and she just cried as he kissed her face. "Why am I always crying?"
He smiled and pressed his lips to her salty skin. "Because your heart's so big; it has to drain itself when it gets too full. My cock just made you spring a leak."
She blubbered out a wet laugh. "It always does."
Severus's smile widened, and he thumbed her cheek clean. "I love that you're so willing to give me everything you have."
Sniffling, she brought her hand up to his face and drew her fingers over one black eyebrow. "Your heart's big too."
"I had to stretch it to fit you inside."
Hermione smiled cautiously. "Is that why your eyes are overflowing?"
Severus jerked his hand to his face. He wasn't crying. Was he? His lashes were wet, and he smeared the dampness across his face with the heel of his hand. "That's just sweat."
Hermione put her hand over his to still him. "You wanted to make sure you were human. You can't be human without tears."
"I'm not crying," he said firmly.
She shook her head. "I didn't say you were. I was just happy to see so much love in your eyes."
He relaxed into her warm gaze. How did she say the one thing that melted his discomfort? "That's because I'm looking at you."
Hermione grinned at him through her tears. "What do you see in my eyes?"
Severus could see galaxies of possibility in her eyes. He saw love. He saw acceptance. He saw everything that was good about himself. But most of all, he saw his salvation. She shattered the shackles of his past. And that was a gift which surpassed even the miracle of regaining his voice. The answer came to his lips with no hesitation. "My future."
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