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Disguised Affections	By : Dressagegrrrl Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: They finally seal the deal!

Chapter Sixteen

When Con entered Hermione�s common room, she was waiting for him. She sat demurely on the couch, her legs tucked up under her, and he smiled at her. She patted the cushion next to her, inviting him to sit.

�Remember anything new?� She didn�t look at him.

�Not really. I did get one more memory of me being terrified of the full moon. If I hadn�t already been at Hogwarts for three and a half months, I�d say I was a werewolf.� It was a feeble attempt at a joke, and it dropped like a stone in the silence.

�Are we nearly done with Madame Pomfrey�s medicinal potions for the month?�

�Yes. I sent up the last batch just tonight.�

The silence that grew between them was an awkward thing, cobbled together from fear and loathing and desperate love.

�Con�� Hermione�s voice was tentative.

He looked at her with his dark, magpie eyes � all craft and cunning.

�Con, aren�t you tired of waiting? Don�t you want me?�

His mouth opened, and the word fell from it without his conscious volition. �Yes.� He looked surprised. The boy hastened to clarify. �Of course I want you.� He leaned forward until his mouth was just above her ear, and his hot breath tormented her. �I want you so much that I fantasize about you nonstop. I picture sinking into your tight, little quim and riding you until you scream my name.�

Hermione�s eyes dilated with pleasure and arousal.

�Then why are we still waiting? Because the gods know, I want you too.� She ran her hand down his chest.

�It wouldn�t be fair to you. We don�t know who I am or what I am. Everything that I remember�� Con swallowed and decided to lay his cards on the table. �Hermione, everything that I remember just reinforces the fact that I�m not a good person. What if I remember that I�m a monster? I�d never inflict that upon you. And if that�s the case, it wouldn�t be fair to you if I�d already slept with you.�

The girl sighed and grabbed his face between her little hands. �You stupid berk. That�s my decision. And if you do decide to leave me, no matter who you are or what you were, I�m going to grieve for you whether or not we�ve had sex.� She gently kissed his lips. �And if you leave, I�d rather have the memory of you between my thighs to keep me warm in my lonely bed.�

He stared at her intently, and ran his thumb over her lip. Hermione could see him thinking, and took the opportunity to study his dear face, trying to imprint him upon her memory exactly as he was right now. Con looked tired. She bit her lip. With the pensive, Snape-like expression on his face, she wondered how she hadn�t seen it sooner.

She asked him, �Would you regret being with me if you found out later that we could not be together?�

Constantine�s expression firmed. �Never, Hermione. Never! You will always be dear to me, and our time together will be one of the few positive memories that I will take with me that rises above the mire of my previous life.� His fingers stroked down her jaw lightly. �My only thought was to spare you in case I was� something dark.�

The girl took his hand and stood up. �Come upstairs with me.�

He nodded and followed her to her room.

Hermione was unbearably excited. Her face was flushed with passion as she ran her hands down Con�s chest and past, shaping her hand to the erection already straining against his trousers. She made a thrumming noise in appreciation of his blatant masculinity, and licked her lips. The girl knew that for all of his words downstairs, Con was still weighing the pros and cons out in his head, wondering if he was doing right by her no matter what she said. That was not how she wanted him. Hermione wanted her lover to be wild and focused and too busy to think because his hands were all over her. She herded him towards her bed until the backs of his knees hit the edge, and she pushed him firmly onto his back, waiting only a second before she slid on top of him. Oh, that�s nice, she thought, giving a happy wriggle. Her knees separated and she sat up, straddling his narrow hips.

She looked down at him and found Con watching her with hot, dark eyes. Curling her hands around the hem of her night shirt, she slowly pulled it off over her head. His eyes burned every inch of skin that she exposed to him, tantalizingly slowly, and his breath started coming faster. One of his long-fingered hands reached between them and covered a breast, and he thumbed her nipple gently until the breath hissed between Hermione�s teeth. Gods, this had waited far too long for them.

She pulled his hand off of her breast and raised it to her lips. Hermione sucked his index finger into her mouth, in and out, in and out, letting him feel the moist heat of her tongue as she wrapped it around his digits. She nipped the pad of his finger, and she felt him grow massively hard as he pressed against the apex of her thighs. Growing experimental, she pulled his wet fingers from her mouth with a pop and dropped them to her breast. She arched into his hand and moaned, rocking rhythmically on him.

Con exploded out of bed with a snarl, and in an instant, Hermione was pinned beneath his weight. The man was ruthless. He kissed her as if he were trying to make up for the future they both knew they didn�t have, and she cried out and opened her lips to him. He sank into her mouth, their tongues snaking against each other wetly, and the girl moaned as if it were torn from her chest like a living thing. Her mouth felt bruised, and their teeth would occasionally snick against each other, but it was such a release to finally be together that neither one of them cared and instead, they pushed against each other�s lips just that much harder.

Con tore away from her mouth and kissed his way down Hermione�s body, stopping at the waistband of her pajamas. He ripped them off her without a second�s hesitation, and she lay completely exposed before him. The girl shivered uncontrollably, and it had everything to do with the fact that she was totally naked before him while he was still fully clothed and nothing at all to do with December in Scotland.

�God, Hermione. You are so beautiful. You have no idea how long I�ve wanted to be where we are right now.� He slid his hands up under her hips and lifted her up a little to his mouth, and then Con�s lips and tongue were on the molten core of Hermione�s body, and she thought she would explode right then and there. He eagerly licked her, savoring every jolt of pleasure that went through her slender frame, and her fingers tangled in his hair as she struggled to pull Con away, and he strained forward to taste her more. It was nearly too much, and Hermione thought that she was going to come tight against his mouth and then die of toe-curling pleasure.

When Con did pull back it was just so that he could ease two of his fingers inside of her, and then he settled back to his meal as he ate her and slid his fingers in and out, in and out, until Hermione was screaming with frustration, and he was moaning against her, and oh god, that was good, too. But Hermione didn�t want to come alone, not this time, and she cried out, �Con, PLEASE!� He unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection, and then he pinned her hands above her head and watched her face as he filled Hermione to the hilt in one sure stroke.

He was bigger than she had anticipated, and Hermione struggled to analyze this feeling of complete fullness. Her eyes fluttered back and rolled into her head, and she raised her hips to accommodate his length. Con slowly started to pull out and she whimpered, dissatisfied until he thrust back in and the girl wriggled in pleasure under him. He rocked against her, pushing fractionally deeper, and Hermione cried out his name and pulled him in even tighter with her hands on his bum.

Con gritted his teeth so hard the girl thought they were going to crack, and he began thrusting rhythmically. Hermione wondered if she was going to die, and later all she could remember was watching her feet bounce in the air and thinking, �My feet are going to be the last thing I ever see.� And as his pace began to speed up, and she felt him bite her on the shoulder with his sharp, crooked teeth, her world contracted until it contained only the locales where there bodies were touching. Hermione was totally fine with that.

Con thrust harder and harder and Hermione�s lips were parted to draw as much air as possible into her body, and every time he sank in, little ah�s of air would escape her throat and echo crystalline between them, each one a small pleas to keep going. And he did. Until finally Hermione crested and fell a thousand feet, screaming as she went. Con followed her, arms wrapped tightly around her, her legs around his waist, and as he did, he cried, �Hermione, Hermione,� and she was content.

Con collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck. Hermione didn�t say anything when she felt his tears on her skin, but just wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

�Promise me,� she whispered. �Promise me that if it�s at all possible for us to be together, no matter what people say or do, that we�ll try. Promise me that you won�t let your stubborn pride get between us.� Hermione�s face was fierce. Con pulled his face from her neck, and his eyes, as a counterpoint, were the softest she�d ever seen.

�I promise,� he leaned and forward and kissed her. �If it�s at all possible,� he suckled on her lower lip. �I�ll come back to you.�

Con rolled onto his back, pulling Hermione on top of him. He was still inside of her, and she was in no hurry to sever the connection between them. Her head was pillowed on his chest, when her brow suddenly furrowed.

�That was really good,� she said, almost sullenly. Hermione could feel his thrum of surprise at her sudden change in tone. �I bet you�ve slept with lots of witches before me.� She picked herself up on her elbows and looked Con in the face.

He laughed suddenly, a warm, brown sound. Hermione was affronted and tried to sit up, but he held her captive in his arms.

�It hardly counts if I can�t remember, my dear. Besides, no matter who came before, you are the only one that matters to me. Surely you must know that by now.�

�Oh,� Hermione whispered. �That�s nice.�

Con loosened his hold on her, and she sat up, once more straddling his hips. His eyes perused her body with an appreciative gleam. Hermione knew how she must look with his bite mark upon her, and her hair tousled and her lips swollen from his kisses� perfectly wanton. He tucked his hands behind his head and watched her, and the girl felt him harden slightly inside her. Hermione was fascinated. �So soon?�

He shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. Con stopped smiling when she squeezed him with her interior muscles, and he raised his hips slightly in pleasure. Hermione squeezed again, milking him slowly and rhythmically, and Con�s hands reached out and found her waist. She could feel his interest as he watched her face flush, and he saw the way she ran her hands down her body, stopping to toy with her breasts and pert nipples. Oh yes, Con was very, very interested. Impatient and restless beneath her suddenly, Hermione held him tightly and refused to let him move. If anyone had been watching them, the only movement they would have seen was his hands flexing on the sheets. �Christ, Hermione,� he ground out. He sat up and scooted back to lean against the headboard. She used the opportunity to divest him of his shirt finally. The sight of his broad chest, ropy and scarred and lithe, stimulated the girl so much that she licked her thumb and forefinger and reached out and pinched his nipple.

Con cried out and bucked up against her. Hermione ground down with her hips, and gave a small moan of appreciation. She felt his pulse in her belly. She squeezed him slowly and firmly until he couldn�t take it any more, and he reached out and grabbed the girl around her waist, lifting her three or four inches before slamming her back down on his erection. Oh. She hadn�t quite realized she could do that.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Hermione braced her knees and shimmied up his cock before sliding back down to glorious fullness. She did it again. And again. She put her hands on the bed behind her and arching backwards slightly, she rocked on his erection. Con leaned forward and buried his face in her breasts, but patiently let Hermione have her way with him any way that she wanted. She felt heady with the power of being in control, but he was enormous and as hard as steel, and she was ready for him to take over. Hermione looked down at him, and he correctly interpreted her expression.

Constantine gently pushed her off of him and stood up while Hermione lay on the bed, splayed and languorous from wanting him so badly. He stripped, finally removing his pants (which had been pulled low enough to expose his bum and erection, but no farther), and leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. Hermione pulled him on top of her, but he stopped and slid a pillow under her hips. Con wrapped a hand around both of her ankles and ever so gently raised them in the air. He spread Hermione�s legs wide, careful not to hurt her, and she felt the head of his penis sliding up and over her clit. She cried out, shocked. Again, he rubbed the bulbous head against her clit, before sliding into her, stretching her.

It was so deliciously tight that she groaned and tried to spread her legs even farther. Briefly letting go of one of Hermione�s ankles, Con grabbed her hand and put it on her lower belly and pushed lightly. She gasped.

�I can feel you inside of me,� she cried out. He slid out and slipped in again. �Oh my god,� she cried out, absolutely bewitched by this discovery. Con let go of her hand and took her ankle again. He leaned forward so that Hermione�s lower back was curved and off of the bed. Slowly, but with a grinding pressure she found delicious, he slid in and out, his turgid length stretching her, and his belly hitting her clit every time he pushed in close. Hermione arched her hips, and he bit his lip and slammed into her.

�Gods, be careful Hermione. I am so close you have no idea.� His voice was ragged and strained and Con made as if to pull back for a moment, but she pulled him back in with her hands on his low back, and he broke. He cried out and pumped his hips against her and with every thrust, she slid back an inch on the bed until her hands were above her head and she was bracing herself on the headboard so that her head didn�t bang against it. Con reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit with his thumb and Hermione exploded and he exploded, and in that moment, they both knew that they�d never find this again if circumstances drove them apart.

Con held her tightly, as if someone was trying to steal her from him.

That night, as the two Gryffindors lay entwined and naked, Constantine dreamed of a beautiful red-headed girl with flashing green eyes who had turned from him. He felt a sharp pain momentarily in his chest, but then he let his past go and turned to his lover with her faithful heart.

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