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The Massage	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52203 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: This is the last chapter folks, I promise there is a tiny epilogue coming, I'm just to exhausted to bang it out tonight. This one has been a long time coming and I'm glad that it's finally wrapped itself up! Thanks again so much for following me on this ride! Again- tiny epilogue to follow in the next day or so.

For one stunning moment she was frozen. It shouldn’t have paralyzed her as it did it wasn’t as if she had never been kissed before. And not even as if she’d never been kissed by him. Only this was somehow different. Different from being kissed in and general and certainly different from the rough but passionate kisses she had felt from him during one of the frantic fuck sessions that had occurred pinned against the wall. This was slow, timid, almost uncertain with a hesitancy to it that made her whole body melt beneath him, longing for the ability to just sink down into the cushions of the couch and drag him down with her. This was soft thin lips sliding over hers with his prominent nose nudging against the side of her nose, warm breath against her lips with the soft strands of his hair brushing against her face.

            Hermione’s eyes fell closed and for that one moment she simply existed in the rapture of his subtle kiss. The world played in slow motion as she drew in her breath, shifting just a hair beneath him her lips brushing up more firmly against his; and then it vanished; vaporized before her as if it had never happened. His face was but inches from hers, searching her eyes. And for a moment she wondered if she’d simply hallucinated or somehow dreamed that he had kissed her. She supposed it wasn’t impossible that her mind as deprived of sleep and sanity as it was had somehow concocted the notion that he had kissed her.

            But the questioning gaze in his eyes; the look of inquiry that was radiating forth into her own eyes made her certain that it had not been a figment of her imagination. She parted her lips to speak, but quickly closed them as she felt his finger upon them. A single slender digit, pressed gently but firmly against her lips. “No words, Miss Granger.” His voice was soft, a whisper at best, but she heard him.

            She could feel her heartbeat beginning to quicken. He was still laid atop her, his chest bare, his hair falling forward just a bit, framing his face in shadows. Hermione could feel her chest heaving slightly beneath his body, the weight of him not unpleasant as it rested upon her. Her legs were sprawled awkwardly, one up against the back of the couch the other dangling off the side; her head flat against the cushions. It took all she had not to speak, though he’d not yet moved his finger from her lips.

            Severus slowly withdrew his finger from her lips; keeping his eyes locked with hers, just staring. It was quiet; her soft breaths moving a bit quicker in and out of her nose, his own breathing mingling with hers. And then he pressed his lips to hers once more; a deliberate kiss, his eyes closing as he stroked his tongue against her lips, tracing the outline of her lower lip slowly. Hermione’s lips parted and the kiss deepened.

            Tongues caressing one another lit her body aflame; a warm heat coursing through her veins, pooling between her thighs as her lips moved against his. Her eyelids fluttered as she watched the way his lashes brushed his cheek, long and elegant, like his fingers, resting against the prominent line of his cheekbone. Their lips moved together, her breasts heaving against his chest, his hands cupping her cheek.

            Hermione broke their kiss, gazing up at him. “Severus, I don’t—” her lips were brought together once more by his slender single finger. She felt a tinge fill her cheeks, blushing at his gesture. She closed her eyes; his gaze a bit intense as he looked down on her.

            “No words,” he said again. He gave a moment’s pause, studying her eyes, watching the whirl of emotions flicker behind the soft amber gaze, touched with golden glints of honey. Slowly he pulled his finger back, watching as her lips pursed into protest and quickly pressed it down once more. “No. Words.” He repeated. Severus stroked a finger down her cheek watching her again flush pink; the subtle tinge spreading outward across her face. “Not everything needs your constant verbal evaluation.”

            “But your shoulder—”

            His full hand covered her lips then, palm against her mouth, as he continued to gaze into her eyes. His eyes searched hers as if trying to find all the questions she was prepared to ask and answer them in the most concise manner possible. “You talk entirely too much, Hermione Granger, and loathe though I may be to admit that you are right about anything, your initial diagnosis of sex being a cure seems to be most accurate as at this very moment my shoulder, despite the amateur surgery performed on it not but a few hours ago, has never felt better,” he said and then slowly drew his palm down until only his finger remained pressing her lips shut. “Now,” he said and then fixed her with a pointed gaze as he lifted his finger. “No. More. Words.”

            The blush that had previously graced her cheeks was nothing in comparison to the one that was filling her cheeks now. She felt her breath hitching in her throat as one hand continued to stroke the side of her face, and her senses began to flood her body. In the silence she could feel everything; the way her heart was thumping fast and irregularly inside of her chest, the way the blood was rushing through her temples causing a pulsing in her ears, the way there was a dull throb between her thighs coupled with a moist heat that made her yearn to rub them together simply for the friction. And the firm bulge of his erection pressed against her body.

            Her lips parted, whether to speak or simply gasp she would never know as he captured them with his own, once more stealing a kiss. She squeaked in surprise as she felt her legs suddenly tingling and then there was nothing but skin on skin. Her eyes were wide and she pulled back from the kiss once more but before she could speak his finger was again keeping her silent. Severus shook his head slowly, pushing himself up on his right arm, not so much as a wince or slight tremble in his shoulder as he did. The wordless spell had dissolved the remainder of his clothes; trousers and boxers, and all of hers, rendering them both naked on her couch.

            Short quick gasps for breath came as she felt him lean his hips down over hers, his erection now freed of its cloth constraints, nestled firmly against her damp folds. The sensation of his skin; smooth and hairless, from his naval to his legs, astounding her and made her shiver all the more; such tactile sensations heightening her pleasure.

Hermione began to buck her hips slightly, shifting her slit against his length, a gush of warmth flooding her core as she did. It was as intense as when he’d growled and slammed her against the wall; only somehow far more intimate. The frantic desperation, the carnal lust of unstoppable proportions was not driving this moment but rather slowly burbling beneath the surface as he moved one hand between them and squeezed her breast, letting his fingers trace over the taut peak of her nipple.

            She bit her lower lip, not trusting herself to open her mouth for fear that she would start babbling. And as wrong as it was, as compromising as the situation was; though they were both consenting adults; she didn’t want it to stop for all the world. She shivered as he plucked her lower lip forward with his own teeth, tugging it sharply before pushing his tongue into her mouth once more. A deep groan rose from within her then as she felt him nudging at her slick entrance, his swollen head pushing forward into her. Hermione’s body welcomed him; the jut of her hips to pull him in deeper, the cry that was drowned in their mouths; her need growing as his hard thick length slid fully into her, buried within her hot tight cavern of molten velvet.

            And then he was ravishing her. The slow deliberate moment that had built up to that penetration had vanished and in its wake a brutal slamming of his hips hard and fast, pounding into her with the reckless abandon that she’d felt before. Her toes curled as she squeezed her thighs around his waist, needing him deeper, needing all of him. One hand tangled in his hair, the other trailed down his back, her nails raking along his skin as his lips began their assault upon her neck.

            Hot kisses and sharp nips against her flesh had her keening with pleasure as he pumped into her; a solid steady rhythm that was growing faster with each stroke. She was whimpering as she felt his balls slapping against her ass, the slight sting only adding to the pleasures his cock were unleashing within her. The slick squelching sound of her cunt enveloping him as he thrust in and out battled for dominance with their labored breaths, consuming her sitting room with the lusty sounds of sex as he pounded her harder and harder.

            Hermione was whimpering through her lips, forcing them together, the sound a strangled cry of ecstasy as she felt his lips at the hollow of her throat, sucking as if to draw the very life essence of her out through her flesh. Her lips broke open then a perfectly twisted o-shape as she gasped, feeling a firm pressure on her most sensitive spot. Her mind was awash with pleasure; she could focus on nothing else but how filled she was and how very close she was to reaching her breaking point. How his hand had even gotten between where they were joined to rub his thumb hard against her swollen nerve bundle she couldn’t fathom.

            Their bodies were creating a heated friction as he began to tremble; grunting as he slammed hard into her; groaning as her whole body quaked beneath him. Hermione squealed her cry of release, feeling her walls clenching down upon his cock, spirals of pleasure shooting through her like lightning. Her hips rolled as he continued to slam into her; his own climax just moments later spilling into her with a ferocity that had she not been so sated in her post-climactic lustful haze would have frightened her.

            Severus leaned himself on her once more, his body for the moment spent, his eyes closed, his back rising and falling hard as he rested his cheek in the crook of her neck. Both of her hands lay against his shoulders; her breathing slowing as she felt herself ebbing from the climax she’d reached. Hermione blinked several times before running her fingers through his hair, brushing it all back away from his face so that she could gaze upon him. When he had forced her into silence she had had so many things to say; but in that post-coital moment with his cock slowly deflating still nestled in her folds, their slick bodies pressed firmly and warmly together, she could not think of a single one.

            It seemed an eternity before he pulled himself up from her body, the soft slick sound of their genitals parting making her shiver as the body heat dissipated and a chill washed over her skin. Hermione sat up, leaning against the arm of the couch, drawing her knees up around her chest, wrapping her arms in front of her shins. She bit her lower lip and gazed at him, her eyes roaming his body, the way his bright pale skin was still flushed slightly pink in places from their union; the sticky gloss of their mingled cum coating his now flaccid member, which was bared before her eyes, no pubic curls to hide it. Her teeth sank into the soft petal of her lip harder as she let her gaze trail all the way down his legs and back once more to his lap; toned slender muscles all void of their hair.

            One shaking hand reached out and landed gently against his knee. It drew his attention his eyes glancing first down at her hand and then up at her. “No words,” he said and narrowed his eyes, half expecting her to launch into some sentimental drivel about how desperately sorry she was that she had put him through what all she had put him through. Severus placed his hand over hers; his long fingers extending past her, feeling the bare flesh of his leg. He’d hardly left her sight since she’d stripped him of all his body hair in the shower and was still very much adjusting to being for all intents and purposes a shaven man.

            After a moment he gently pushed her hand away and drew the discarded blanket up around his waist, giving him a bit of modesty as she had allowed herself by tucking her legs together up against her chest. He sat on the couch, with his head turned to the side, facing her, simply staring, his eyes unrelenting but not entirely unkind.

            “I would have picked another treatment if I had known,” she said quietly, her eyes holding his gaze.

            “How could you have known what foolish bullies from my childhood had put me through, Miss Granger,” he said simply.

            She sighed. “Honestly,” she said the exasperation drawing across her face. “Three shags and I’m still Miss Granger?”

            Severus gazed at her, his slender eyebrow arching up onto his head. “Merely a professional courtesy as you are, if I am not mistaken and I rarely am, my care provider and doctor, and I, however begrudgingly, am still your patient.”

            This caused her to purse her lips for a moment, poised as if ready to engage in an argument. But Hermione thought better of it and simply nodded her head. They sat for another few moments in silence, simply gazing at one another. But again it was her words that disturbed the stillness of the room.

            “If it works, then you’ll need to…” she trailed off, a bit of a flush trickling into her cheeks.

            Severus rolled his eyes. “Of all times for your loquacious lips to leave you lacking,” he muttered.

            “You’ll need to find someone with whom you can regularly exert such practices…testing out what works best, a few times a week, perhaps every other day, you’ll need to discover the frequency for yourself, there’s no test save for…well, testing it, so to speak,” she said, eyes no longer meeting his.

            “Is that your professional recommendation, Miss Granger?” he asked, holding both hands out in front of him, glancing at them for a moment, noting with a satisfied nod that neither were trembling. “That I seek out a woman for sex?”

            This caused her to turn scarlet and she was certain that her whole body was beaming bright red. However crass, and his word selection hadn’t been that crude, the truth of the matter was it was exactly what she was suggesting. It had been somewhat obvious right from the start had she not gotten so caught up in who he was individually outside of being a patient with a problem.

            “Yes,” she mumbled, and then hastily added. “But you’ll need to continue your massages for a bit, to ensure that your muscles are being worked over so that they can heal properly, so that they don’t heal twisted or distorted causing you lasting pain that will—” her lips closed as he reached across the small distance between them and pressed his finger to her lips.

            “Miss Granger—”

            “I bloody know, no words,” she spat pulling her face back from his touch momentarily. She drew her eyes up to meet his. “I just wanted to ensure that you know—” his palm covered her lips and the narrowed her eyes at him, grunting against his skin.

            “I’m going to have to see you enough as it is,” he began slowly, keeping his palm over her mouth. “Wherein I’m sure you will find countless reasons to continue your incessant chatter, between massages and sex sessions I should wish for some silence lest I need to seek you out a third time for ringing in my ears.”

            She was about to bark back at him that she was the doctor and that regardless of how her constant talking annoyed him what she had to say was important but his words paralyzed her. Hermione pushed his hand away, his fingers curling around her fingers as she did. “Did you say—”

            “You said it would be necessary to seek out someone with whom these…practices can be exerted frequently and judging from the previous three encounters I dare say I shan’t have to seek far,” he said. “Unless you wish to defer my patient care to someone else.”

            Hermione was flabbergasted. She sat for several minutes unable to find a single thing to say. After all he had been through at her mercy after all she knew about him. It struck her mute. And this did not go unnoticed by Severus. His lips curled into a smirk as he released her hand from his. “It would appear that I have silenced you,” he said with the slightest spark of triumph in his eyes.

            It seemed to snap her out of her dumbstruck reverie. “Are you certain that you wish to— with me?” she asked, biting her lower lip once more.

            A long exhale in the sound of a frustrated sigh left his lips and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “While this whole situation regarding my treatment may have come about in a very unorthodox way…at times in an extremely inappropriate way…” he lowered his eyes for just a moment and then looked up to hold her gaze. “I am not so willing as to repeat everything I have gone through this far with another Mediwitch, and certainly do not fancy the notion of having to seek out a prostitute.” He paused for only a moment. “As such, being my primary care provider, and given your deep involvement in the case already, it would only logically stand that you be the person with whom these practices continue as I am neither involved with a woman nor have a want to be at this time in my life.”

            Hermione thought his words over, mulling them about in her mind like a great brooding stew. “And when Poppy Pomphrey returns from her sabbatical?” she asked.

            “Let us hope, Miss Granger,” he said, lowering his voice just slightly. “That the Headmistress has found cause to need two Mediwitches on staff by that time,” he said.

            She felt her cheeks flush. “I see,” she said with the soft hint of a smile curling her lips. Hermione wriggled her toes against the couch and tried to hide the blush in her face, but found that she was unsuccessful in her attempts. It was going to make for a very long and interesting school year indeed.

~Fin~

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