Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Shattered	By : Adriana Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Shattered

By Adriana

trixielou60@hotmail.com

Author's Note: Warning: Lemons ahead!
********************************

If you want love

we'll make it

swim in a deep sea

of blankets

take all your big plans

and break 'em

this is bound to be awhile

Your body is a wonderland

Your body is a wonder

I'll use my hands

Your body is a wonderland
~From the song, "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayer
******************************
Chapter 17: Wonderland

Hermione looked into Severus' starless eyes, unable to believe that he was finally standing before her. It had been six long weeks without him and she hungrily took in the feel of him as she caressed his face and neck. Her astonished brain registered his term of endearment, but before she could say another word, he reached down and kissed her again, this time with a gentleness that took her breath away.
When they finally broke apart, she said softly, "Severus! Is it really you?"
"I should hope so, otherwise I'll have to challenge myself to a duel," he said with wry humour. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed her palm, and then wickedly darted his tongue over its surface, a mischievous glint in his eye. Hermione let out a soft gasp, and a shiver ran up her spine.
"But I thought," she began.
"Shhh," Severus hushed her, bringing his fingers to her lips. "Before we go any further, I must ask for your forgiveness. I was wrong to turn you away. My only excuse is that you've completely turned my world upside down and I didn't know what to do."
"And now you do?"
He gave her a slow, bewitching smile. "Oh yes, I know exactly what to do," he said seductively. "It's what I should have done a long time ago. But first, can you ever forgive me for hurting you? I know I probably don't deserve it, but I promise to make things up to you."
Hermione searched his face and saw nothing but honest regret in his eyes. He looked hopeful and vulnerable and exposed, all at once. It was a most amazing sight, so unlike the man he presented to the outside world.
Her heart was singing. "Of course I forgive you! I love you . . . "
He let out an uncharacteristic whoop, and then suddenly he was kissing her again, this time with a burning urgency. He began steering her towards the doorway, all the while his lips moving firmly against hers. He broke away and taking her hand, he quickly led her up the staircase. Hermione took a moment to wonder where they were, but then he distracted her once again by clasping her hands overhead and whirling her as he pushed her up against the wall on the landing. His body pinned her, dazing her with the hard, masculine feel of it. He slid himself down her length and moved in for another passionate kiss. Hermione began to shake with desire.
She pulled back long enough to gasp, "Where are we going?"
He let out a low growl. "I'm taking you to my bedroom and then, my sweet, I'm going to do what I've wanted to do from the first moment I saw you in London. I'm going to fuck you into delirium."
His words sent her into an explosion of wetness between her legs and she whimpered in anticipation.
With a sudden movement, he reached one arm across her shoulders and the other swept her legs up as he carried her the rest of the way up the staircase. She reached a hand to cup his cheek and she began kissing him along his neck and jaw, flicking his skin with her tongue. Severus moaned in response and felt himself harden even more.
He hadn't thought that was possible.
Making his way down the hall, he paused long enough to kick the door of his bedroom open, stepping inside with an urgency that threatened to overwhelm them both. He gently released her, so that she was standing flush against him and she was gratified to again feel the length of him along her body. Pressing against him, she felt his erection and he hissed with pleasure.
Looking deeply in her eyes, he slowly backed her towards his large bed, until she could go no further. "Do you want me, Hermione? Tell me you want me." His voice was like silk against a jagged rock.
Hermione was almost mindless with her want. "Oh yes! Gods yes! I want you so badly!" She began frantically pulling on his robe.
He gave her a roguish grin and unbuttoned her robe, slowly taking it off. Once exposed, he began caressing and kissing her in the little niche where her neck met her shoulder. "Now it's your turn," he murmured against her skin.
Hermione laughed with delight. "I didn't know you were so democratic, Severus!"
He looked momentarily stern. "Trust me, we want to prolong this experience, including the disrobing." He bent and whispered in her ear, "All good things come to those who wait, my dear," before he gently bit her earlobe. Hermione couldn't help but notice that he emphasized the word 'come' and felt a tingling between her legs. He brushed his palms over her breasts in a teasing manner, before quickly snatching his hands away and burying them in her hair.
Hermione felt her breath quicken. "I'm beginning to see your point," she conceded.
Taking his cue, she slid his robe off him, noticing he wore a white linen shirt underneath. She slowly ran her hands over his chest and she could feel his nipples peaking through the fabric as her fingers gently brushed them. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation and then moved his hands over her blouse to quickly unbutton it. He hastily removed it and then reached down for the zipper of her skirt.
"Severus! I thought we were taking turns!"
He gave her a playful smirk. "I don't play fair, my love . . . you know that." Unzipping her skirt, he pulled it down to her ankles and she stepped out of it, kicking off her shoes. He took a step back and raked his eyes over her body. She was clad only in a matching black lace bra and panties. "Vixen," he smiled to himself. She looked at him shyly and he felt his heart melt.
"Exquisite," he breathed, reaching for her.
She danced away from him. "Tit for tat," she said, as he arched an eyebrow in amusement. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged it off, allowing it to crumple to the floor.
Contemplating the buttons on his trousers, she muttered, "Blast!" while he smirked at her again. Swiftly taking her wand from her discarded robe, she cast a quick spell, removing his pants, socks and boots. He stared at her in astonishment, wearing only a pair of dark green boxers on his lean form. He had the sudden urge to squirm, before he heroically stopped himself.
"I don't play fair either," she smiled.
Moving against her, he gently pushed her on the bed and maneuvered his body over hers, surging in for a moist, wicked kiss. Hermione clutched his shoulders and arched against him, letting out a soft groan. He kissed the notch in her sternum and slowly began kissing and licking, making his way down until he reached the velvet skin between her breasts. Taking the front clasp of her bra between his teeth, he deftly unfastened it. Hermione gasped in surprise.
"Where did you learn--"
"Nevermind."
Hermione promptly forgot her question as he gazed down in awe at her newly freed breasts. With an intense look, he leaned down to kiss the hardened point of her breast and Hermione let out a wail. "Oh Gods! That feels incredible!" He gently sucked and swirled his tongue, while his fingers moved in slow circles around the nipple of the other. Hermione fought for breath as she writhed beneath him, running her fingers through his soft, fine hair. Severus continued to lick and bite at her breast and she thought she would die from the sensation.
Who knew he could use his mouth like this?
Severus lifted that incredible mouth and brought his lips up to hers, his tongue plunging into the soft depths. Leaning on one elbow, he allowed his other hand to stroke along her flank. She turned towards him and he reached behind her to brush his fingers along the curve of her lower back and rounded buttock. She gave a soft sigh and began moving her hands along his chest. Her fingers played with the soft wiry hair, as she gently pinched his nipples. He felt like he was free-falling . . . it was most intoxicating. He looked at her with liquid eyes, his passion making him even more beautiful. "Hermione," he moaned. "My love."
Hermione felt a tug in her heart at his words.
She lowered her hand to his boxers and felt him there,cingcing the outline of his penis with her fingertips, before gripping him firmly. Severus threw back his head and let out a guttural sound that Hermione had never heard before. She lingered on him for a moment, before dipping her fingers in his waistband to slide his boxers down.
"Yes," he hissed. "Oh Gods, yes!" His proud cock sprang free from his previous confinement and Hermione looked down in anticipation. "Magnificent!" she thought in wonder. She ran her fingers along his length and to her delight, she felt the pearl of pre-cum that was poised at his tip. With a devilish grin, she brought her moist fingertips to her lips, darting her tongue to taste him.
Severus thought it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen and he moaned with ecstasy.
He moved his hand to her panties and with an impatient tug, he pulled them off. He immediately began to stroke her inner thigh, teasing her until she pulsed with want. For a moment, he was content to drown in the astounding sensation of his naked skin rubbing against hers, as he kissed her like a man going under for the last time. Freeing their lips, he paused to look at her quizzically.
"What do you want, Hermione?" he breathed heavily. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just touch me. Please touch me everywhere!"
"Like this?" he asked with feigned innocence, as he ran his fingers down the front of her body, resting near the fleece at her apex.
"More," she pleaded.
Relenting, he found the spot that begged his attention, as he began to slowly rub her clitoris.
She let out a hoarse shout and arched herself against his fingers. He continued to apply a gentle pressure, moving his fingertips in circles until she could barely stand it. Such talented, talented fingers! Without warning he dipped a finger within her tight wet sheath and began stroking her rhythmically.
Severus leaned down and once again began kissing and nuzzling at her breasts. Hermione bucked her hips with pleasure and looked down at him, gratified to see him lavishing attention to her sensitive nipples while he moved his long, elegant finger within her.
Suddenly he paused and Hermione let out a cry of protest.
Smiling, he moved himself over her body and bringing his hand up to grip hers, he looked at her intensely. Whispering, he said slowly, "I belong to you, you belong to me." He gazed at her ardently as she comprehended his words. A gold energy began to swirl around their clasped hands. "I don't want to do this without you knowing what you mean to me," he said softly. He looked momentarily uncertain.
The Soul Binding Spell.
It meant that they were pledging their souls to each other, a promise of eternal love. Hermione felt tears of joy falling as she whispered back, "I belong to you, you belong to me." Severus thought he would die from happiness. The gold energy intensified and soon it enveloped them, lifting their entwined bodies off the bed.
In a swirl of gold-flecked light, Severus poised his hips over hers. She could feel his tip against her moist entrance and the anticipation of what was about to happen was overwhelming. The spell cushioned them on air, and yet they were able to move against each other at will. With a shaking hand, she guided him into her body, and he pushed into her slowly. At the moment of complete joining, they both cried out in bliss.
Severus brought his lips down to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Hermione. I will always love you." She felt the truth of his words as he kissed her and began slowly moving within her.
She could feel his cock in its entirety, as he smoothly moved in and out eacheach movement caused her breath to come in ever-sharper gasps. He flicked his tongue to match his rhythm as he continued to kiss her with deepening passion. Adjusting to his cadence, she wrapped her body around him, her hands roaming restlessly down his back. He tore his lips from hers, moaning her name over and over again. As he rocked against her, she felt an exquisite sensation that spiraled with each thrust. She grew wetter and slicker around his manhood and she arched her back, her hair hanging down in curly waves to touch the pillow beneath them. She couldn�t help but cry out, louder and louder with each advance, mindless with repletion as their bodies floated even higher off the bed.
The sounds she was making caused Severus to quicken his pace and he began to slam into her with even greater passion. He answered her cries with those of his own. Suddenly she stiffened and with a choked sob, she was pushed over the edge, her body clenching him with fierce, rhythmic delight.
Severus finally let go and flinging his head back he let out a magnificent cry, his body shuddering against her clamping inner muscles. He relentlessly poured himself into her . . . all control completely lost. Breathing heavily, they finally stopped moving, succumbing to a feeling of complete bliss as they held each other tightly.
Slowly, their bodies lowered back onto the bed. The golden energy faded until only a tingle on their skin reminded them that they were magically bound together.
Severus leaned down to kiss her tenderly before he withdrew and settled his head against her breasts. With a lazy snap of his fingers and a soft murmur, a silk sheet and silver velvet blanket floated up to cover their bodies. He sighed with exhaustion, feeling utterly boneless and happy.
Hermione gazed down at him as he lay on top of her, cradled between her legs. His long hair obscured his face and the only thing she could see was the satisfied smile curling his lips. She stroked his hair and remembered the feel of him inside of her. He lifted his head long enough to try to move off her, but she tightened her grip on him until he gave up and fell asleep with a soft, contented sigh.
Hermione continued to stroke his hair and regarded him with an overwhelming sense of love and completion. This is what she'd been waiting for, all her life. She just never knew it before.
He loved her. Nothing brought her greater joy.
Cooing soft words of love to him, she finally fell asleep.
**********************************************
The virtual morning sunlight appeared with a soft pink glow, draping over the reclining figures on the large mahogany bed. One figure, her honey brown hair spread like a halo, was fast asleep, her quiet breathing a melody to her lover. He, in turn, had lifted his head, his face bent close to hers as he traced the outlines of her lips with his fingers. He was committing her present image to memory. No matter what transpired in his future life, he knew that he'd never forget this past night or waking with her in the early morning. He'd been observing her in her sleep for the better part of an hour.
She smelled heavenly, all flowers and spices, mingled with the distinctive smell of spent passion.
She finally sighed and stirred, intuitively kissing his poised fingertips. He closed his eyes, but then she surprised him by suddenly taking a finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling sensuously. He felt himself stirring against her thigh as she slowly opened her eyes and spoke with a soft croak.
"So it wasn't a dream."
He chuckled and pressed his erect member intimately against her. Her eyes widened. "I'd say not," he said as he reached in to give her a slow, leisurely kiss. "Good morning, Hermione."
"Yes it is," she said, sounding suspiciously like the Gryffindor Know-It-All of old. "Smug," thought Severus with secret amusement. "She sounds smug." For once, it didn't irritate him. Before he could further muse upon that, she brought his thoughts back to things more pleasant by pulling his face to hers and whispering, "About last night . . . it was--"
"Sublime," he finished huskily. She grinned and vehemently nodded her head agreement.
Reaching her lips to his face, he was expecting another kiss, but she surprised him by asking a blunt question.
"Where in blazes are we?"
"I'm afraid that's a little hard to explain. The best I can tell you is that we're in some sort of 'other dimension', one that doesn't exist in the physical world. This place you see is actually a replica of my family's hunting lodge. Apparently I created it with my mind. Not a bad job of it, if I may say." Now it was his turn to sound smug.
"So is this real?"
He swooped in for a hard kiss, nipping her lower lip with enthusiasm before releasing it.
"What do you think?"
"It feels real," she said, but her mind was whirling with the impossibilities of what he was saying.
"Think of it this way . . . have you ever had a lucid dream? It's where you know you're having a dream while you experience it."
Hermione remembered something she hadn't thought about in years. "When I was a child, I used to dream that I could fly and sometimes I'd realize that it was a dream. It felt like I'd awakened from my sleep, only to find myself still within my dream. It was incredible."
"Yet it still felt real while you were experiencing it, did it not?" he asked. She nodded as he continued, "And so it is, here. We're really here, but our surroundings are not real, they're rather like a dream. I was always particularly adept at lucid dreaming, which is why Albus thought this particular hiding place would be good. As a child, I used to explore vast oceans in my dreams and then wake up in them. I would swim around for hours and feel the water rippling around me while I watched the colourful fish. I could completely control what would happen and what I'd experience. Very heady stuff for a little boy. Later in my life, lucid dreaming allowed me to escape the horrors of my life as a Death Eater and spy. When the stress got to be too great, I'd retreat into a pretty world of my own making. I used to kill Voldemort on a regular basis, by the way." He smiled at her ruefully. "Eventually, no matter how hard I tried, I only had nightmares." Hermione gave him a comforting caress. "One of the differences here is that once I went through the portal, the dream-world was 'locked in'. Thus, you've found yourself at my hunting lodge. I suppose my mind chose it because it was my safe haven when I was a child. Do you like it?"
"It's brilliant," she said with enthusiasm. "Erm, the decor is interesting, though."
"So I've been told," he said dryly. "I'm surprised you even had time to notice." He ran his fingers through her hair and was about to reach in for another kiss when they were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Master Snape? Is the Master awake?"
Hermione couldn't believe it. "Virtual House Elves?" she asked indignantly.
Severus gave her a withering look. "It's my dream world, lassie, not yours!" Turning his attention to the door, he barked, "Enter!" Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes. The tiny little elf didn't seem frightened, though. He only asked if they wanted breakfast.
"In an hour," Severus said. "We'll take it out in the gardens, Noggy." Noticing Hermione's look he added gruffly, "Thank you, that will be all."
"An hour?" She looked suspicious. "Whatever are we going to do with ourselves for an hour?"
She squealed as Severus suddenly grabbed her and rolled them over, until she was lying on top of him. Her hair flopped down to tickle his nose and she pushed herself up, straddling his hips as the bed sheets fell from her body. He took a deep breath as she was exposed in all her naked glory to his hungry eyes. He reached his hands to caress her hips, moving them urgently up her body until he gently pinched the nipple of her breast, making her moan.
Leaning down to him, she whispered, "I have other talents that we didn't explore last night."
Her words made his lower body literally spring to life.
"Show me," he said breathlessly, as she began to kiss her way down his body. She paused to dart her tongue around his navel before going lower and lower. He began to pant in anticipation.
"A wizard could get used to this," he said to himself. It was his last conscious thought before he completely surrendered to his passion.
****************************************************
Two hours later they were sprawled on the vast lawns of the estate, a fleece blanket spread beneath them. It was sunny and green and smelled of roses and pungent herbs. Severus was leaning up against a tree, a book casually suspended in mid-air, while he read. His hand absently stroked Hermione's hair, her head in his lap. She was twirling a flower he'd plucked for her from the gardens, spinning it between her index finger and thumb, a faraway, dreamy look on her face.
They'd made love again that morning, slower, more leisurely . . . taking the time to memorize all the niches and nooks on each other's body. Hermione discovered that Severus was ticklish just under his ribcage and had exploited this to the point that he'd pinned her down and left a particularly prominent love bite just above her collarbone. She could honestly say that the end was no less satisfying than the night before. She was discovering that Severus had many facets to his personality and she had a feeling that at one point or another, they would all play out in their lovemaking.
Delicious thought, that . . . certainly never boring.
Hermione took in her surroundings and was fascinated with the idea that none of what they were seeing was actually real. Even so, the gardens were incredibly beautiful.
It was a one-hectare garden lined by fine oaks, which protected a vast display of daffodils. Severus told her it was very small by Snape Standards, but had been planted anyway in order to appease his great grandmother. Inside the walls there were orchards containing a variety of fruit trees surrounded by mixed borders with shrubs, herbaceous plants and roses. Hermione had been surprised to see daffodils and roses blooming at the same time, but then, she knew that in Severus' dream-world, anything was possible. He proudly presented his herb garden, with an extensive collection of culinary and medicinal plants. All in all, it was very charming and impressive. She especially liked the ancient Yew hedges.
"Severus."
"Hmmm?"
"What made you change your mind? About us, I mean."
Severus tore his attention from the book and contemplated telling her the truth. In all fairness, he might still be leading a very lonely existence if it hadn't been for Draco Malfoy. The cunning blond Slytherin may have pointed the way to "The Meaning of Life" but Severus still couldn't think of him as anything other than a lost little schoolboy. Perhaps it was time to give the little blighter the respect he deserved. He gave an inward chuckle. What was it about Malfoy that made you want to call him names?
"What's so funny?"
"Draco Malfoy. Draco made me change my mind."
Hermione stared at him, astounded. "Draco? But how?"
"You're not going to believe this." Severus told her about his visit with Draco, leaving the part out about his suspicions that younger man had wanted her for himself. He knew it wasn't true, Draco had proven that to him, but, in all honesty, she didn't need to know he'd been jealous of Malfoy. Instead of being dumbfounded like he'd expected, she began laughing and said, "That bloody bugger! That wonderful, bloody bugger!" At Severus' look of incomprehension she said, "Haven't you noticed? He's changing, Severus. I think we've been a rather good influence on him. Perhaps when this is all over and done with, he can find some peace and happiness. Maybe even love. I think he deserves it."
"If you'd said that to me a month ago, I would have called you a sentimental fool, my dear. However, if there's hope for me then I suppose there's hope for anyone," he said seriously. He suddenly stopped himself and shuddered. "Gods! I can't believe I just said that!" He shook his head vigorously. "You're going to ruin me, Hermione Granger!" he roared. "I'm losing my bloedgeedge! The next thing you know, I'll be humming show tunes in the classroom. Oh Nimue! Just hex me now!"
Hermione was howling with laughter.
"I think you'll manage to be the old bastard, same as always," she reassured him.
"You think so? One can only hope . . ."
Still snickering, Hermione looked at his book and noticed it was a collection of poetry. While Severus didn't usually indulge in recreational reading during the day, he had promised her that later they would visit the Potions Lab to spend a couple of hours working. He stressed that it would only be for the enjoyment of working together and that they were not to lose themselves in it. He'd made a point of sliding his hand between her legs when he said that. "We've more important things to do right now," he'd growled at her.
Hermione couldn't have agreed more.
Bringing herself back to the present, she said, "Read to me, Severus."
He brought his attention back to the book and began turning the pages, a definite purpose in his action. With a smooth, velvet voice he began to recite:
"Naked, you are simple as a hand,

smooth, earthy, small . . . transparent, round.

You have moon lines and apple paths;

Naked, you are slender as the wheat."
He looked down and gave her a crooked grin. "You like?"
Hermione smiled widely. "Pablo Neruda? The Muggle poet? He's rather contemporary, don't you think? I would have thought you to be more drawn to the traditional classics. Will you ever cease to completely surprise me, Severus Snape?"
He swooped in for a warm, wet kiss.
"I hope not, my love."
She settled her head back into his lap as he continued to recite to her.

To be continued . . .
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shattered