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Disclaimer: I own
nothing but my own imagination.

Authors note:
CAUTION this chapter contains references to Snape's sexual past that
some readers may find disturbing. Snape also, finally gets his
wish... I hope you like it as much as he does!

Chapter 17: The
Forest Brings Back Memories

Severus looked back up at
the castle, small pricks of light flickered from lit windows in the
crisp, dark night. He drew his cloak closer against the chill wind.
Spring was certainly warming the air a little more each day, but the
nights were cool from the clear skies and constant wind. He looked
back to the forest, dark and ominous with the full moon lighting the
tops of the tall trees, casting stark shadows beneath the boughs.
Hermione's hand gripped his tightly, bringing his attention back to
her.

'We should get going. Get
out of the open.' She urged him on, so unafraid. He smiled and walked
on with her, quickly entering the forest with one last glance behind
them. He stopped a few metres in and pulled out a small parchment
with a list of things he needed. Many of his ingredients were
cultivated by Professor Sprout in the greenhouses, but a few things
were much more potent if picked wild under a certain moon phase.
There was one particular toadstool that he needed for the
power-stripping potion that needed harvesting under the full moon and
a few insects to replenish his stocks that he wanted alive rather
than dried from one of his suppliers.

'We may need to walk
quite a long way for a couple of these item.' He said quietly, always
hesitant to raise his voice in the forest. He had always thought it
prudent to remain cautious when venturing into the ancient and
mysterious space. He wasn't entirely happy that Hermione had insisted
on coming along, in fact, not at all happy. He would worry about her
constantly, a hinderance to getting the work done quickly and safely.
Once again the fear flickered through his mind, snaking through his
thoughts. The fear that this relationship would get one or both of
them killed, if not being the utter downfall of Dumbledore's efforts.
The last two months had been blissful in a way, he felt loved, a new
sensation and one he would never have missed had he never experienced
it. Now he felt he would shrivel up inside were her love withdrawn.
He was beginning to feel that he couldn't live without her and that
was damn dangerous for a spy.

With a shudder he cast
off the inconvenient thought, as he had done so many times. He
steeled himself against the dark and all that was against them and
got down to searching for the ingredients, directing Hermione as to
what to look for. They searched for over two hours, never going more
than a few metres from one another, it was slow going, but he had to
admit that having an extra pair of eyes was speeding up the process,
it would have taken him all night without her help. As he corked the
last vile and watched the scarlet beetle inside attempt to scurry up
the smooth glass wall he smiled as Hermione's hands snaked inside his
cloak and around his back, drawing him into an embrace. He pulled out
his wand and gave it a small flourish, vanishing the vial along with
the others to his lab. That out of the way he pulled her close and
held her for a long moment, drinking in the smell of her hair under
his nose, she smelled of mint and forest air. She moved in his arms,
holding him more tightly.

'Severus?' She whispered,
her voice soft and suggestive, the corners of his mouth twitched, he
loved it when her voice did that.

'Hmm?' He questioned,
running his hands over her back, lifting her thick cloak a little.

'I don't know about you,
but all this hard work has got me hot and bothered.' She still had
that wonderful voice turned on for him, coy, that's what it was. He
was used to this this little phrase by now, it was the one she often
used after they had been hard at work, hands strictly kept to
themselves. It seemed that the once know-it-all from his classroom
truly was aroused by mental exertion, for it was at these times that
she became the initiator of the pair.

'Oh?' His hands slid down
to cup her firm buttocks.

'And I think the outdoors
might be bothering me too.' She began laying soft kisses on his neck
and his body immediately responded in typical fashion to her hot
mouth. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, he felt as
close to delight as he was ever likely to, as he had always had a
penchant for sex outdoors.

Before he knew it he was
against a broad tree, her mouth firmly planted on his, her tongue
delving into his mouth and her hands were unfastening his trousers.
Severus sank to the floor, Hermione straddling him and continuing in
her enthusiastic attentions. His mind clouded over as she unbuttoned
his tunic and kissed his chest. He closed his eyes and planted his
fingers in her hair as she moved down the length of his legs and bent
low over him, her warm breath over his groin. She eased a hand into
his trousers and took hold of his hard length, tugging it free of his
underwear and trousers. Without hesitation she wrapped her mouth
around it, the warmth was sensational, along with her firm grip she
was sure to keep the cool night air from interfering. Severus moaned
as she slid her tongue over the head and drew his length into her
mouth with confidence, as with everything she tried her hand at, she
didn't seem to need much practice to become expert at it.

It had been nearly two
decades since he had last enjoyed the attentions of a woman under the
stars like this. It had been in the manicured gardens of the Malfoy
estate, Narcissa had serviced him most thoroughly on a cold stone
bench, fucking him with the lavish style that encompassed her being.
Sex with her had always been an experience, lots of energy yet always
very cold. It was the ice blonde hair and dead eyes that had that
effect.

Their affair had been
dangerous and exhilarating, not to mention enduring. It began some
years prior to her marriage to Lucius and continued throughout the
early years of that arranged match. He had never been in love with
her, nor she with him, they simply fell into a pattern that marriage
did not seem to interrupt. Even after she fell pregnant their affair
persisted. He had had her bent over Lucius's desk when she was four
months pregnant with Draco, he used to consider that to have been the
fuck of his lifetime. After Draco was born they restrained from
intercourse for a time, but became much more daring, on one occasion
she had given him a hand job under the dinner table, right in front
of her husband. Severus had feigned deep pleasure from the lobster he
was eating to hide his release.

After a while sex resumed
and was increasingly less concealed. He considered it likely now,
with hindsight, that she had been attempting to get them caught,
forcing a confrontation with Lucius. She made it quite clear to him
that she wanted out of her marriage. He had blatantly been used and
to his great satisfaction it backfired on her splendidly. On Draco's
third birthday there had been a party, children and parents filled
the Malfoy estate, the sound of running and children's laughter
filled the place and made Severus slightly ill. He was there as
Draco's Godfather and of course made sure to dish out the appropriate
level of attention on the little monster. He retreated to the
kitchen, away from the party games and found himself being dragged
over to the large pine table in the centre of the grand, stone room.
Narcissa had him locked in her grip by her long legs, before he knew
it he was buried to the hilt in her, fucking her hard on the table
and then he had felt eyes watching them. Narcissa's eyes turned to
slits, her head turned to the door and she stopped moving and
moaning. Severus had looked over his shoulder and seen Lucius glaring
at the pair of them from the doorway, without a word he turned and
left, Severus still caught in the momentum of thrusting in and out of
his friend's wife.

Narcissa forbid him from
leaving, insisting that she would need him to back her up once the
party was over. Lucius would not have made a scene with guests still
in the house, but she was deeply fearful of what would happen once
they were alone. Severus stayed, hating her for it. Once the guests
departed the evening went entirely differently from Narcissa's
insistence. The two of them had been invited up to the master bedroom
and Severus had been swept along by the bizarre string of events that
led to Narcissa being finger-cuffs to her husband and lover. Oddly
arousing, Severus had gone along with it, fucking her mouth as Lucius
took her roughly from behind, to her very great pleasure.

He left that night
knowing that he would never be alone with her again, and quite
relieved. He also knew that Lucius would not be letting her go any
time soon, he had sent quite a potent message to his wife and friend
and the three of them never spoke of that day, going on as if they
were all just good friends with nothing to tarnish that illusion.

Back in the present,
Severus looked into the huge, adoring eyes of his young lover as she
bobbed up and down, relishing the taste of him. He shook away the
memories that had so rudely intruded upon this special and intimate
moment. How could he have thought himself whole before now? How did
he live so many years without knowing the glory of this woman's love?

He didn't care that she
was his student. He didn't care that he could die for feeling this
way or lose his job for giving in to this passion so unrestrainedly.
He didn't care about society or the war. All he cared about, all he
knew for certain was how he felt for Hermione. He had always been a
survivor, through the direst circumstances, through his career as a
spy and all that without being inspired by love. He would survive
anything now that he had her in his life.

The trees moved in the
wind above them, stars just managing to make themselves seen for
brief seconds and the moon bathing them in soft white light as the
branches briefly parted for those cool, liquid-like rays. With an
exhausting rush of energy he came hard into her mouth, letting out
the loudest rush of air he had ever known and on it the words he
could no longer contain,

'I love you, Hermione.'

~#~#~#~

Draco watched, his eyes
narrow. He wished he were imagining it, but no, his suspicions were
confirmed. His beloved Godfather, a man he trusted deeply was
literally sleeping with the enemy and a student no less. He thought
he caught words on the wind, but was too far away to be certain.
However, if the elements were to be trusted, he had just caught Snape
proclaiming his love for this, this mudblood. With a dramatic
flourish, Draco turned and dashed from his hiding place, running from
the forest in disgust.

AN: Bella Snape.... you
read my mind! I've had some really lovely reviews for this story, they keep me going, so thank you so much.
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