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Spark	By : DivineAngel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:
Sorry! Summer is a lousy time for me to write fanfic, in fact to
write anything!! Also, this is only a short chapter, it lends itself
thus but the next one will be much more substantial. I'm glad people
are still reading and enjoying this story. It has taken a very long
time to get this far and has been my baby for such a long time, it
will be sad to finish it but also a relief! I hope you enjoy this
chapter, the next is underway and I PROMISE you won't be waiting
three months!

Chapter
15: Acceptance

Sleepily,
Hermione's eyes flickered open. The fire was still crackling,
although the flames were much lower than when she had drifted off to
sleep. Severus's arm was draped over her, his head buried in her
hair. With a smile, she slowly lifted his arm and slid out from under
it, being careful not to wake him. He stirred at the movement but
simply rolled onto his front and made no sign of waking. Hermione
padded across the floor, wincing a little at the cold flagstones
under her bare feet. She tip-toed through the bedroom, it was dark,
just a little firelight making it through from the living room and
found the door handle for the bathroom. As she opened the door, a
torch on the wall flickered to life, burning at a low, warm amber
light, low enough not to strain the eyes after entering from
darkness. It was a simple, but beautiful bathroom, marble lined the
walls and floor and the amenities were black, dark green towels and
floor mats adorned the small room and Hermione smiled, it was the
room most like how she had imagined Severus's taste would lean.

Severus
realised he was awake and alone. He rubbed a hand over his face and
rolled onto his back. He could hear water running somewhere in the
distance and groggily came to the conclusion that Hermione was in the
bathroom. He stood slowly and reached over his shoulder to give his
stiff joints a stretch. He felt tired still and briefly wondered what
time it was. He made his way to the bathroom, let the door swing open
with a slight nudge and leaned against the door-frame. Hermione's
head was bowed over the sink as she splashed water over her face, her
naked body was slightly goose-bumped and his eyes roamed over her
protruding back side. His penis decisively woke up and he allowed
himself a small smile. She was here in his bathroom, still smelling
of sex, comfortable and naked, she was his.

He
moved towards her and let his hands fall softly upon her back. She
didn't jump, she must have known he was there and he leaned over her,
pressing his body against hers and lay a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
He felt her sigh as his hands roamed down her sides and over her
hips, he slipped one hand around to her front, brushing her belly and
moving towards her core. She spread her legs for him as he continued
to kiss her back and shoulder, he let his middle finger dip into her
wetness and spread it around. Severus adjusted his hips and probed
with his erect member, feeling the head meet her sweet, wet centre
and he let out a moan as he pressed forward.

Hermione
tipped her hips backward, allowing him greater access. She felt him
slide in easily, she was so wet, but his position was new to her, the
angle sent her straight to the point of maximum pleasure and she
shuddered. He pumped slowly in and out of her, she felt a small spark
fire every time his head brushed over her g-spot, letting out a low
moan each time. His hands were on her breasts, his lips on her back
and neck and the cold floor continued to send tingles through her
feet and up to her weakening knees. As Severus increased the pace
Hermione felt herself letting go, almost melting in a pool on the
floor, the sensation made her feel more alive and yet more weak as
she trembled hard and lost control of her vocals. His hands moved to
grip her hips and he stood up straight to finish the job hard and
fast. Hermione groaned loudly, her voice echoing in the marble
bathroom, she looked up and watched him in the mirror over the sink.
His white skin glistened in the torch-light and his dark eyes fixed
on the reflection of her own brown ones. His muscles were more
pronounced than she had seen before and she felt herself grow hotter
from watching him thrusting, she was even more attracted to him in
that moment than she ever had been before.

His
face strained as he came hard, her orgasm flowing over his own and
drifting beyond as he slowed down and loosened his grip on her hips.
He smiled and let out a puff of air, he smiled back in th mirror and
dropped her head to rest on her hands, feeling elated and extremely
tired, her legs felt like jelly. Slowly he withdrew from her and she
felt his semen begin to trickle down her thigh. With a start she
looked up, her face shocked, as their eyes met in the mirror. He
looked startled too.

'Hermione.
I'm sorry, I forgot the charm.' He looked around quickly and grabbed
a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around his waist Severus dashed
from the bathroom and into the living room, Hermione grabbed a towel
herself and ran after him.

'Severus?'

'It's
OK, don't worry.' He answered her without a glance as he waved his
hand, bringing the torches to full burn as he rifled through his desk
drawers. He pulled out an empty vial, added a thick blue liquid to
it, followed by a small wriggling object that Hermione couldn't make
out.

He
turned and looked at her standing there clutching a small towel to
her chest and with a reassuring smile he moved close to her and
stroked her face. 'Excuse me.' He ran his hand down her side and
snaked his fingers to her inner thigh, with a relieved smile he
scooped some of his sticky fluid onto his finger and pulled back,
thankful for her trusting eyes. He scraped the fluid from his finger
into the small vial, placed his broad thumb over the neck and shook
it vigorously, all with a wide-eyed and expectant Hermione watching
closely. He stopped shaking it and held the vial out to her. 'It
won't taste too good, bitter, but drink it quickly and it won't be
too bad.'

Hermione
took it, her eyes firmly fixed on his, and knocked it back, still
holding his admiring gaze. She grimaced ever so slightly, shook her
head a little and smacked her lips. With a smirk she handed the empty
vial back to Severus and he gave his own appraising smile in return.
Could it be that he had found a woman who could take so much in her
stride, someone so trusting in him that she would hold her tongue to
keep the thousand questions her inquisitive mind undoubtedly had
bubbling inside her head from tumbling out? She was a gift to him,
one that he knew he must fight to keep. Fight Dumbledore, her
friends, her family, wizard society. But before all of them,
Voldemort. Until that particular evil were vanquished they would
never know happiness, fear would follow them from one secret tryst to
another. He had already suffered once at his old master's wand hand
for his unguarded eyes leaking a little too much to be safe.
Voldemort hadn't seen the whole truth, not really close, but he had
seen a glimmer of love in Severus's eyes, love not for himself but
for another and that was enough for him to turn on the old spy.

He
looked down at the vial and finally accepted what he had known all
along, since he agreed to this power-stripping potion idea... he
would need Voldemort's blood.

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