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Broken Dreams	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34536 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A/N: The reviews, the reviews! I am loving them all, thank you and more if you please! And here is the motherload of lemons...

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The two walked into Hermione's bedroom, finding Midnight curled up on her bed. It was almost as if the soft, classical music still playing from the radio had soothed him to sleep, as the black kitten looked quite comfortable. He was thoroughly disinclined to move when Hermione picked him up and shooed him out before closing her bedroom door. Slipping her robe off and draping it over the back of her desk chair, she turned to look at Severus, whom was firmly rooted in place until Hermione padded over to him. "You look as if you need to sleep," she commented, lightly tugging on his arm until he yielded.

"Just what are you implying, Miss Granger?"

"Oh, don't be so prickly, Severus," Hermione chided, pushing him down to sit on the edge of her bed. "You're completely knackered. That's what you get for going on a bender." She had been about to say 'dead on your feet', but realized the faux pas before the words had been able to come out of her mouth.

"I suppose I should blame you," he replied, frowning as he peered down at the top of Hermione's head. She'd moved to slip the finely polished, black dragon hide boots from Severus' feet, glowering up at him for the tongue-in-cheek comment.

Once both shoes were removed, Hermione stood back up, pausing in front of Severus. Silently debating on whether she should tackle the seemingly endless row of buttons on his frock coat, Severus noticed Hermione's hesitation and called her out on it.

"Why are you dithering about, Hermione?"

"The plethora of buttons on your coat," she explained with a small nod.

Severus tilted his head slightly, arching an eyebrow. "What about them?'

"I'm considering the best way to get them undone." Coming to a decision, Hermione tentatively brought her hands up to Severus' neck, slowly unfastening the first one.

"Surely you're aware that I can use my wand to hasten the process," he offered dryly.

"Aren't you always telling me that I rush things? That I ought to take my time?" Hermione retorted, her hands never coming to a standstill.

"Forever the snippy, little know-it-all." Despite his grousing, Severus was most uneager for Hermione to move, his vantage point affording him a perfect view of her partially covered breasts, a soft vanilla scent exuding from her warm skin and teasing his nose.

"Forgive me, your prickliness, but something tells me you'd have it no other way," she replied rather tartly, her fingers moving to push the last button through its hole. "But you're right," she admitted, pushing Severus' frock coat open, her brown eyes focused on the white material of his linen shirt. "Next time, your wand will do. You have entirely too many buttons."

Severus treated Hermione to one of his customary smirks. When she finally brought her attention back up to his face, Hermione realized that Severus still wore his snugly tied cravat. Her small fingers vainly dug through the slippery material, attempting to loosen the fabric enough to unwind it from around his neck.

"I give up! You have the ruddy thing too tight," Hermione grumbled, her hands falling down from his neck.

"I do believe this is the first time I've seen you step down from anything," Severus chuckled, bringing both hands up to the cravat and deftly removing it. He stood up from the bed, causing the loose frock coat to hang open. The sleeves were still tightly buttoned around his arms, and Severus withdrew his wand to unbind them.

"Close your mouth, Hermione," he remarked, slipping off the coat and neatly draping it as well as the length of cravat over the back of a nearby chair. He'd also removed his trouser socks and draped them on top of the dragon hide boots.

Hermione hadn't realized that she was slack-jawed and gawking at Severus, completely unaccustomed to seeing him barefoot and clad in only shirtsleeves. He'd partially unbuttoned the white linen shirt, the rarely exposed pale skin beneath it bared to Hermione's gaze. Severus was also still dressed in his black trousers, and quietly strode over to Hermione, wand in hand.

She eyed Severus curiously when he motioned for her to move away from the bed, pointing his wand at it and transfiguring it to a larger size.

"I forgot; you have issues with the size of my bed," Hermione mused, looking over his neat handiwork. Her bed was now certainly large enough to accommodate at least three people.

"Have you ever tried squeezing onto it with another person?" Severus asked pointedly, placing his wand down on the nightstand next to Hermione's, ignoring her derisive glare.

"Only if you count Crookshanks," she replied smugly, using sarcasm to shroud her sudden feelings of ineptitude. Hermione was still standing next to the dark professor, whom was towering over her. It was her turn to be frozen into place, both arms folded across her chest.

"Having second thoughts, are we?" she heard Severus ask smoothly. Looking up, Hermione saw his black eyes pinning her in place, and was unable to keep from feeling like a bumbling first year beneath his direct stare. "I won't bite, you know."

"No," she answered, not perplexed in the least that he had been able to see right through her attempted veneer of calm. "Just a bit overwhelmed, I suppose."

If Severus was having his own doubts at the moment, they were well concealed. Still, he continued looking at her, his onyx eyes warm yet recondite.

"It might help if I knew what you were thinking," she offered helpfully.

Severus remained silent, raising a warm hand to Hermione's neck, his fingers sliding over the tendons and coming around to settle at the hallowed notch at the base of her throat. Hermione's eyes fell shut, her body relaxing as she melted into his touch.

"I'm wondering how my bold little lioness has suddenly turned into a cowering cub," he finally replied in a soft voice.

Hermione opened her eyes, finding that Severus was looking at her with a straight face yet a wicked glint remained in his eye. She knew that he was merely baiting her, even if it didn't stop the fierce look in her brown eyes.

Turning a blind eye to Hermione's scowl, Severus slid an arm around her waist, pulling her down onto the bed with him. In a split second Hermione became agreeable, sighing contentedly as she nestled her head into Severus' chest.

"I missed you, you miserable sod," Hermione murmured breathlessly, wrapping a leg around Severus', her foot reaching down to touch the top of his.

"There goes that unsurpassed and interminable charm; it nearly rivals the potency of Amortentia. Do tell me how you've managed to keep other wizards from beating down your door?" Severus asked, even though he pulled the young woman more firmly against him.

"Shush, you," she gently admonished. "Oh, I love this song," Hermione continued, her ears focusing on the temperate violins from the radio. "It's Mozart-"

"Mozart - Violin Concerto No. 3 in G Major, K. 216 II. Adagio," Severus's deep voice smoothly cut in. Hermione tilted her head to look up at him, her mouth once again agape with awe. "Surely you still aren't under the impression that you know everything."

"Of course not," Hermione stammered once she regained her bearings. "It's just...well I've never met anyone from the Wizarding world that was so thoroughly appraised with anything pertaining to Muggles."

"I grew up in a Muggle household, Hermione," Severus patiently replied, lifting his hand up to Hermione's head, gently pressing it back down on his chest. "My mother was a witch, but she did enjoy listening to the radio."

Hermione nodded her head, bowled over yet touched by the fact that Severus had shared something about his past with her. "What about your father?"

"He was a Muggle," Severus curtly answered, his voice leaden with the slightest tinge of contempt.

Hermione distinctly got the idea that he didn't wish to speak about his father, so she didn't prod for more details. "I prefer classical music. It helps me to think," she lightly continued. "Speaking of which, I've left my cd player back at school."

"Are you going on about that grey contraption?"

"Yes. It runs on batteries, which is probably the only reason I've been able to use it at Hogwarts."

Severus gave a little scoff. "I believe Arthur was mucking about with one of those things," he said. "Molly was going to flay him for that flying car incident. I expect he sticks to objects of a smaller scale these days."

Hermione giggled into Severus' shoulder, remembering how Ron and Harry had stolen the Ford Anglia, flew over London and to Hogwarts, crashing into the Whomping Willow. "I'll never forget the Howler Mrs. Weasley sent Ron," she laughed. "Although after your verbal lashing, Ron looked as if he wanted to cry.

"Those two dolts," Severus scoffed, thinking about her two friends. "I couldn't help but notice Molly's repudiation towards you at the graduation," he remarked, his fingers idly sliding through Hermione's hair.

"Yes well," she muttered, pondering back on the scornful look the redheaded matriarch had given her. "I supposed she's in a snit because I refused to carry on with her son. Not that I give a damn...but I wonder what she'll say when she finds out Ginny is seeing-oh, pretend you didn't hear that."

"Easy, Hermione. I already know about Miss Weasley and Draco."

Hermione had been running her fingertips over the stiff placket front of Severus' shirt, pausing when she heard the admittance. "You do?"

"Naturally. Her bracelet that seems to be the bone of contention with her insipid brother; I was the one to recommend the shop to Draco."

"You knew about those two and I didn't?" Hermione frowned. "I'm amazed."

"Surely you haven't told Ms. Lovegood or Ms. Weasley about you and I, unless I'm mistaken?"

"No," she answered. "Well, Luna knows, but Luna has the predisposition of seeing things that others always seem to miss. Ginny doesn't know about us, and I haven't said anything about the reason for our falling out. Something told me there was a reason you'd kept that whole situation under wraps. Although I'm sure you're well aware that people are talking."

"Idiots, the lot of them," Severus commented disparagingly. "I know what they say, even if they don't verbalize it. However, I have no intention of fueling the rumor mill; they are free to carry on as they deem fit."

"How are you able to know what others are thinking about?" Hermione asked. "Legilimency? But surely they'd be able to tell that it's being used on them."

"Are you sure about that?" Severus articulated, his nimble fingers now languidly brushing over the curve of her ear. "Could it be that the finer points of Legilimency have managed to elude even the likes of you?"

"No, but it isn't as if I've had a lot of experience with it, or Occlumency for that matter."

"Something that will surely be remedied, but as it were, if I never hear about Occlumency for the rest of my life, it would only be too soon."

"Severus, you behave as if Harry was purposely blowing up specimen jars in your laboratory. Surely his lessons weren't that trying."

Severus' face turned up into a sneer. "I'd always assumed Potter ran back to Gryffindor tower, ready to run his mouth about his little mishap. He's kept quiet all this time?"

"Yes, well...all he said was that he'd seen something he wish he hadn't. Then he whenever he got the chance, he kept asking Sirius about his father, saying that he'd done horrid things at fifteen."

"Horrid is an understatement," Severus snapped, his body tensing against Hermione. "He was an uncouth swine that saw fit antagonize others at whim."

Things began clicking into place in Hermione's mind. "Well, whatever it was Harry saw that night, he didn't tell us. And you don't have to say anything either, as I can see this conversation is making you cross."

Tilting her face up slightly, Hermione brushed her lips against Severus'. It took a while before he became pacified, lightly returning the kiss.

"It's a good thing you never wore this at night," Severus admitted in a quiet voice after they'd broken apart. "I would have been hard put to not control my baser urges." He'd turned on his side and was lightly running his fingertips over the thin satin covering Hermione's stomach.

"Somehow I doubt that," Hermione said, sounding a bit breathless. "You have this uncompromising constitution that nearly rivals steel."

"So I'd have you believe," Severus murmured, his hands catching the edge of the pink camisole and pushing it up, exposing the shallow dip of Hermione's navel. Gasping sharply when Severus shifted his weight to bend his head down over her stomach, his hooked nose grazed against her soft skin before his lips followed suit. "Hmm, I've wondered if you smell like this all over."

"Like what?" Severus had previously touched her bare chest and stomach, however it had been in a blackened room. Now everything was illuminated by the bedside lamp that wasn't overly glaring, yet bright enough to reveal everything. The sight of Severus partially hovered over her scantily clad form, his ebony hair brushing against her skin as his lips left fiery trails in its wake, made Hermione slightly fidgety.

"Like vanilla. I was always able to smell you long after you'd left my chambers. Embedded in my robes, the bedclothes..."

"I'm surprised you were able to even notice it," Hermione mused, biting down on her lip when Severus' tongue darted out, flicking against her ribcage. "They say men don't have as keen a sense of smell as women."

"Believe me, I've noticed since carrying you to your room the night I found you curled up on the floor next to my bed," Severus grumbled, his lips still hotly pressed against her skin. "As it were, my little swot, feel free to leave the lesson for another time."

"All right," Hermione conceded shyly, now aware that she'd begun to ramble on nervously. The satin camisole was bunched right beneath her breasts, Severus's hands gently clasping onto her waist, his warm mouth lightly nipping at the curve of her hip.

Raising both arms above her head, Hermione closed her eyes, clutching onto the pillows and burying her face in her slim bicep. Severus had made his way further down her body, gently prodding at Hermione's knees until they parted.

Inhaling sharply when he curled both arms around her legs, Severus pressed his lips against her right knee, tracing upwards to the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Hermione suspected that the seat of her French knickers were growing damp. She was highly conscious of everything else at the moment; Severus kneeling between her splayed thighs, the sleeves of his linen shirt tantalizingly brushing against her bare skin. Her feet grazed his back each time he moved, and Hermione couldn't resist digging her heels into the firm sinews.

Severus' obsidian eyes were intently focused on Hermione's face as he slowly teased her. Everywhere he touched made Hermione break out into goose bumps, until her body soon began a slow, unsteady writhing against him.

Noting the grasp her hand had on the pillow beneath her head, Severus traced his tongue along Hermione's inner thigh, pausing when his mouth met the satin at the apex of her thigh and mons. Hermione released a soft moan, her knuckles whitening as her hands tightened their hold.

"Hermione."

Opening her eyes when she heard Severus call her name, she saw that he was beckoning her to kneel up before him on the bed. Hermione doggedly moved into the requested position, steadying herself by placing both hands on Severus' shoulders, anxiously awaiting his next move.

Severus slid his fingers down her hips and beneath the waistband of her knickers, pushing them further down her body. His fingers then grasped onto Hermione's behind, pulling her forward and gently kissing the soft protrusion of her hipbone. "Delicious. You smell delicious all over," he murmured reverently, nuzzling his face against her skin. He took his time kissing and laving his tongue over the area, his lips moving down until they reached the satin at her faintly pulsating, already heated core.

Hermione let out an undignified squeak, her fingers digging into Severus' shoulders when she felt the painfully brief contact. His nose was buried into the pink satin, pressing flush against her clit. Hesitantly looking down, she watched as Severus pulled back slightly, his black eyes smoldering as he looked up at her.

"Take these off for me," he urged, his fingers coming back to the waistband of her knickers.

The teetering franticness in his deep baritone sent a tremor down Hermione's spine. She would have done anything he asked at the moment if he kept it up, nothing barred. Hell, she would have recited Hogwarts, A History, in French no less, at the moment if he was so inclined.

Hermione still felt a niggling of nervousness, but the insistent, unfulfilled pulsing between her legs overrode it. Shifting her weight back slightly, she allowed Severus to slip the satin knickers down her legs, moving one foot at a time to pluck them from around her ankles.

Watching wide-eyed as Severus brought his face to her sex, Hermione moaned loudly when his fingers slid through her neatly trimmed pubic hair, separating the nether lips with both thumbs and pressing a soft, chaste kiss upon her exposed clit.

"Oh my god!" she groaned, screwing her eyes shut as her knees buckled at the intense sensation that shot throughout her body. Her fingers had instinctively clutched onto Severus' head, trying to gain control of her senses yet clamoring for him to continue.

With a deep chuckle, Severus unfurled Hermione's hands from his hair. Opening her eyes when she felt his hands come back to her hips, she watched as he lay down on her bed, propped up on both elbows, his right pointer finger crooked in her direction.

"Come here, Hermione."

It seemed as if every synapse in her body was tingling. Hermione eagerly crawled over to Severus, about to straddle his waist when he stopped her.

"No, like this," he directed, his hands pulling at her thighs until she was diffidently straddling his face.

Hermione felt gauche and exposed, highly conscious of the fact that her moist sex was perfectly eye level to Severus' gaze. "Close your eyes," she heard him say, as if he somehow sensed her discomfort. Hermione did as he bade, uneasily leaning forward and holding onto the headboard. He had yet to touch her, but the notion of his mouth being so closed to her most intimate area rapidly sent her arousal peaking. Hermione briefly wondered if Severus had suddenly opened his mouth, as she became intently cognizant of the sensation of moist, warm air against her skin.

"Oh my god, Severus," she moaned at the hand that was cupping her sex, while his mouth nibbled on her inner thighs, rendering her weak. Severus moved his mouth just shy of the shorn brown curls, purposely steering clear from where Hermione needed most.

"Please," she begged, now futilely grinding herself against his hand. Hermione could scarcely believe that this was happening. After months of mental and then physical foreplay, the idea that she was half naked and straddling Severus' face was surreal.

It was only natural that Severus would do just the opposite of what Hermione asked for. His tongue continued tracing circles on the fleshy part of her thighs, occasionally using his teeth to gently nip at the area. Just when Hermione was ready to scream out in frustration, Severus moved his hands to her arse, his fingers gently kneading the soft orbs. Her behind practically cupped and seated in his hands, Hermione felt Severus pulling her closer, his tongue flicking out and seeking her slickened entrance, gently probing it into the weeping cavity.

The sensation was wickedly delicious yet nowhere near enough to quell the ache that was now her throbbing clit. Hermione was two seconds away from letting go of the headboard, ready to clutch onto Severus hair and force him to lavish attention on her engorged nub, when he finally slid his tongue up.

Hermione's body lurched at the much sought after attention. Furiously chewing down on her bottom lip to contain the screams that were threatening to spill over, she felt Severus move his hot, flattened tongue over her protruding clit in slow, lazy circles. She counted one, two, three strokes before her walls began pulsing on their own accord. On the fourth swipe of his tongue, Severus made Hermione come with absurd ease as she forcefully exploded against his mouth.

Hermione screeched out his name, her cries ringing throughout the room. Her walls clenched and throbbed in a most gratifying manner that nearly bordered on pain. She desperately tried holding onto anything her fingers touched, her digits failing to make purchase as she was thrown over the edge. Hermione's short fingernails slipped against the smooth surface of the headboard and wall, her hands balled into tight fists and smacking against each surface. Only when the throbbing ceased, did she manage to steady herself by shakily holding onto the headboard.

When Hermione's cries subsided and her hips finally stopped rocking against his face, Severus moved from underneath her body and sat up. He was amused when he found that she was still grasping onto the headboard, her head bowed and the messy brown curls tumbling down over her face.

"All right?" he asked with a smirk, planting a kiss at the nape of Hermione's neck.

"I just....need a minute," she answered in a feeble voice, still panting slightly. When Hermione finally slowed her labored breathing, her fingers uncurled themselves from the wood. Heavily flopping down onto her back, she noticed the smug expression on Severus' face.

"I do believe that was a record," he drawled, enjoying the blush that rose to her cheeks .

"Oh, shut it!" Hermione snapped as she threw an arm over her eyes, still glowing from her orgasm and completely thrown for a loop by the fact that Severus had been able to make her reach it so quickly.

"Come, little lioness. Surely you haven't become shy on me," he purred, stretching out atop of Hermione and pushing at her arm. "Do you intend on hiding from me for the rest of the night?" he asked. "Because I am nowhere near done with you."

Hermione inhaled deeply before moving her arm down from her face. She looked up at Severus, in awe at the sultry look in his eyes. "Why am I the only one that's undressed?" she asked, peering down at his shirt and trousers.

"You're still partially dressed," he replied, gesturing to her camisole. Hermione arched an eyebrow, yet made no moves to remove it from her person.

"I have on less clothes than you," she retorted churlishly. Severus chuckled, leaning his head forward and planting his lips on Hermione's.

Hermione closed her eyes, eagerly opening her mouth and caressing Severus' gently probing tongue with hers. His face was still slightly damp against hers with the juices of her arousal. Hermione was able to smell and taste a mingling of her feminine musk along with her personal vanilla essence on his tongue, and decided that it wasn't unpleasant.

Protesting when Severus moved away from her, Hermione grudgingly let him pull her upright to remove her camisole. Feeling slightly self-conscious when his dark eyes immediately lowered to peer at her chest, Hermione raised her arms to cover herself. Severus realized what she was about to do and his hands caught both of her forearms midair, gently pressing them back to her side.

"Don't hide from me," he told her, sounding rather peremptory.

"Sorry...it's just a bit unsettling to have you staring at me with such rapt attention," she admitted, trying not to falter beneath his piercing gaze. "Especially considering this horrid scar," Hermione continued, tracing on finger at the discolored, raised line of tissue that led from underneath her left breast, trailing down to her ribs.

"Believe me, with these," he began, bringing a hand up to caress her breasts, "the scar is barely noticeable."

Almost placated, Hermione closed her eyes, practically swooning when Severus lowered his head to trace his tongue around her nipple. His fingers nimbly pinched the other until it puckered into an erect, little nub.

Keening softly, Hermione looped both arms around Severus' neck, greedily clutching at his head. Despite already reaching her peak once, his mouth on her breasts was slowly but surely fueling her still smoldering fires.

"My gods, that feels incredible," she moaned, arching her back, desperate for Severus to continue.

Smiling into her skin, Severus kissed his way from Hermione's breasts up to her neck, lightly biting and suckling the sensitive skin. He was sure that a bruise was going to be left behind, but judging by the way Hermione was gripping onto his head, she didn't seem to be concerned.

Her legs had somehow managed to find their way around his waist, Hermione's right foot pressing into the back of his thigh. "For the love of Circe, will you take these damned trousers off!" she snapped, her voice laced with sexual frustration.

"I will, you impatient little chit," Severus calmly told her, wrapping his lips around the shell of her ear. Hermione's hips were writhing against his, as if she was in danger of losing control of her senses. "I won't be rushed."

Heaving a sigh of indignation, Hermione made little protest when Severus brought his hands to her waist, pushing against her until she turned over onto her stomach. Gathering up her curls in his fist, Severus tugged her hair to the side and planted his lips at the base of her neck.

"I bet you don't even know how appealing this part of your body is," he murmured, his tongue laving over to her shoulder blades. "This delightful curve in the sweep of your back." He emphasized his words by tracing a sensual fingertip down Hermione's spine, causing her to shiver involuntarily. "You have no idea how I've been tormented by the sight alone of you laying across my bed, just like this."

With that Severus straddled Hermione's thighs, his strong hands encircling her waist and caressing her lithe body. Between his arousing words and teasing caresses, Hermione was incoherently moaning into the duvet, her fingers clutching onto the material.

Hermione tried turning around, wanting to touch Severus. She moaned impatiently when his arms pushed against her, using his weight to easily pin her in place. His hands were still on her arms as he made his way down the length of her back with his tongue, stopping at the dimples right above her rounded bottom.

"I'm going to hex you if and when you ever let me up," she threatened futilely, her words trailing off into a hiss when Severus gently bit down on her left arse cheek.

"I'd like to see you try," he countered, kissing a trail over her behind, down the back of her thighs and knees.

Severus' unshaven face was slightly rough against her skin, yet Hermione was in such a state of arousal that the prickly feeling was overlooked. Reaching the end of her tether, she hastily turned over and sat up, her hands fairly attacking Severus' shirt.

He was more than amused at the incensed little witch, her small fingers nearly about to rip the linen from his body. "All right, Hermione," he chided, his hands coming down over hers. Smirking at the harassed expression on her face, Severus lazily took his time unfastening the buttons on his shirt, looking at a wound up Hermione as he slipped it down and off his body.

Hermione's amber eyes longingly took in the sight of her lover. She'd caressed him in the dark many times over until the feel of his body was well memorized beneath her fingertips. However, seeing him in light was a different story altogether.

Severus was paler than she, the smattering of dark hair on his chest and stomach contrasting with the starkness of his skin. There was a thicker trail of hair surrounding his navel, leading down to the waistband of his trousers.

Hermione tentatively reached forward, looking up at Severus as she traced her hands down his stomach. He was eyeing her intently, a burning desire evident on his face. When Hermione reached the waistband of his trousers, she was unable to resist cupping the solid erection that was pressed against the material

Nervously biting down on her lip, Hermione unfastened the placket on Severus' trousers, much like one would approach unwrapping a present that they'd been hoping for. Severus was finally divested of his trousers and underpants, the garments hastily abandoned in the vicinity at the side of the bed.

Hermione wasted no time in touching Severus, her soft hands eagerly exploring and tracing over the contours of his body. He wasn't stick thin or overly muscular, having become more solid within the past year. Severus patiently knelt up on the bed, staring at his little witch that bore a look of utmost concentration as she painstakingly ran her fingertips across his chest, down his stomach and over his thighs. Her wrists brushed against his erection whenever her hands delved lower, yet oddly enough, Hermione seemed to be curiously avoiding the area.

Bringing her hands back up to Severus' shoulders, Hermione let her hands trail down his arms, pausing when she met his wrists. Severus had been enjoying the gentle caresses bestowed upon him, feeling slightly bereft when Hermione stopped.

"Don't look at that," he gruffly said, trying to yank his left arm out of her grasp when he realized she was staring at the faded Dark Mark.

Hermione's brows knitted together as she looked up at Severus in confusion. "Why? You've seen my scars. Are you going to hide yours from me?"

"What you have are scars," he snapped, growing a bit guarded. "This, on the other hand, connotes something much darker, none of which I'm proud of. I don't want you sullying your eyes with this filth."

"It's a scar, Severus," Hermione adamantly replied, grabbing hold of both his arms. Her eyes bore lugubriously into Severus', mentally willing away the dark thoughts that had suddenly clouded his mind, rendering him agitated. "It's just a scar," she murmured pleadingly, reaching up to cup Severus' face between both palms. "It's in your past, and it's over with. You're no longer that person; but for what it's worth I don't believe that you ever were."

All the while Hermione kept reassuring Severus, she'd pulled his face closer to hers, closing her eyes and nuzzling her cheek against his. She was surprised yet saddened at the chink in his usually unyielding armor. Hermione had been merely discomfited with the scar across her chest, whereas, despite Severus hiding it well, he obviously still carried a profusion of shameful remorse. It was true; on more than one occasion Severus harbored a fleeting worry that Hermione would be repelled by the Dark Mark on his arm if and when she saw it, but yet again, she'd managed to amaze him.

Wrapping both arms around her waist, Severus bodily pulled Hermione against him until she was partially dangling in his grasp. His mouth had come down over hers, his lips brushing coaxingly against hers until they parted.

Hermione slid her arms around Severus', lacing her fingers at the back of his back of his neck, embedding them in the soft, black hair at his nape as she returned the ardent kiss. Severus' lips weren't as full as hers, yet the upper formed a perfect bow shape that she loved to trace the tip of her tongue over. With a low growl Severus clutched onto Hermione's soft, feathery curls, enjoying the whimpers that escaped from her mouth when he captured her bottom lip in his, languidly suckling the small, fleshy protuberance.

The bed springs creaked in protest as Severus smoothly shifted himself and Hermione, laying down and pulling her on top of him. His long fingers were now planted against her scalp, applying just enough pressure to tilt her head to the side and reel her in for another kiss.

Hermione's placed both of her hands next to Severus' head, her curls hanging down in a curtain around their faces. She was breathing heavily, her body trembling as she struggled to hold herself upright on both bent elbows.

It appeared that Severus had other ideas, as his arm tightened around Hermione's waist, throwing her balance off when he pulled her tightly against him. It was at that moment when Hermione became hyper aware of the fact that they were both completely starkers, the evidence of Severus' arousal trapped between their bodies and pressed firmly into her belly.

Severus momentarily broke their kiss, slipping a tad further beneath Hermione so he'd be able to focus on her breasts. Moving his hand down from her head, Severus pressed his fingers into the small of Hermione's back, enjoying the way her body arched beneath his touch. His moist, warm mouth pressed against the heated valley between her breasts, deeply whiffing Hermione's sweet scent, his lips tracing the swells at the underside of her breast before moving them to close around one erect, rosy nipple.

Hermione's body felt enflamed with each caress of Severus' mouth. Whenever he moved on to another patch of skin, she could feel the cool air hit the saliva dampened area, and it was enough to make her hiss and writhe uncontrollably. Her hands fisted the pillow he was laying on, and with each reckless movement of her body, her slickened core kept brushing against his erection. With one last swivel of her hips, Severus was flush against her entrance, giving Hermione pause at the contact.

Hesitantly looking down at Severus, Hermione remained motionless until she saw him give a small nod. His fingers curved around her waist, positioning her hips level against his. Still looking down into his obsidian eyes, Hermione cautiously lowered her body until she felt the head of his cock slide between her slippery labia.

Bracing herself by placing her hands on Severus' shoulders, Hermione was amazed by the frank appraisal and adoration in his heavily lidded eyes. Her face was a hairsbreadth away from Severus', her brown curls spilling down and mingling with his raven hair. Closing her eyes, she focused on the rise and fall of his chest against hers, his warm breath ghosting over her features.

The music had stopped pouring from the radio, the bedroom silent save for their slightly labored breathing. Hermione arched her hips slightly, pressing down on Severus, not completely sure what to expect. She'd managed to get all of a few inches inside before the sudden burning sensation made her inhale sharply, ceasing all movement.

Severus ran his slender fingers across Hermione's back, with the intent to comfort rather than urging her to continue. "Take your time," she heard his velvety voice murmur into her ear.

Severus bore a look of repressed lust on his face. The feel of the mouth of Hermione's cunt enveloping the head of his cock made him want to forgo all preliminaries, clutch Hermione by the shoulders and plunge pell-mell into her heat. However, he knew if he did so, he'd risk more than the little witch raising a hand to him; she'd most likely try her damnedest to send a hex his way for callously tearing his way into her body.

Positioning and repositioning herself more than a few times, Hermione was slowly losing her patience. Each time she's mentally coached herself to push past the pain, the physical attempt made her face twist with distress. "Ow, Severus this hurts," she grunted, opening her eyes to look down at him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body tensed in another attempt to lower herself onto him again. Hermione's face was screwed up in a visage between utmost concentration and discomfort, a deep line etched between her eyebrows. "Why haven't you told me it would hurt like this?"

Hermione looked at Severus as if he was to blame for the smarting between her legs, and the wizard had the nerve to chuckle. "From what I understand it gets better; although the first time is usually not pleasant."

"Well, I know that," she shot back, his cock still touching her body, yet her hips hovering above his to keep it from pressing against her hymen. "But for the love of Circe, unpleasant is an understatement."

Severus lifted a hand to Hermione's hair, pushing it back out of her face to trail over one shoulder. "I'm sorry, love," he told her, brushing a fingertip against her flushed, kiss swollen lips. "But you're the first virgin I've been with, so it's not as if I'm able to share a personal account."

Despite Severus softly running his fingertips over her features, Hermione's brown eyes were still casting fault at him. "Even if that's the case, I'm not particularly enjoying this," she admitted resignedly, moving her leg from over Severus and settling down at his side.

Hermione felt a niggling of guilt, knowing that she'd left him hanging. Still, the sharp pain had been deterrent enough to make her stop. Looking over at Severus, Hermione found that he was lying with his eyes closed. He'd slipped an arm around Hermione, his fingers idly tracing up and down the dip in her spine.

Resting her head down on his shoulder, she engaged herself with caressing Severus' broad chest and stomach. Her soft lips traced over his skin, enthralled with the sight of his delicate blue veins mapped throughout the pale flesh. She heard him inhale sharply when her warm tongue darted out to graze his flattened nipples.

Feeling between her legs stirring at being able to entice a moan from Severus, Hermione's movements became brassy, using more of her mouth to nip and kiss at his chest, just like he'd done to her.

Severus inwardly chided himself a fool, remembering how when he and Hermione first shared a bed, he became annoyed at her wayward curls smothering his face. Now her tresses felt like warm silk as they slid down and over his neck and chest with of her movements.

Hermione was further encouraged when Severus brought a hand to the back of her head, his slim fingers insinuating themselves into her curls. She was presently kissing and suckling at his neck, her own fingers clutching onto his hair.

"It's a wonder I've been able to resist your advances all of this time," Severus told Hermione in a deep groan, his body slightly thrashing against her.

Hermione giggled into his neck, her lips pressing butterfly kisses over the tougher, discolored skin that consisted of his scars. "How do you think I felt?" she murmured. "There was a time that I found the sight of you in those forbidding black teaching robes daunting. Ruminations of a child, I suppose. Now I find them quite comely on you, even if I wanted to take my wand to those damned buttons."

"Naughty witch, pretending to be enthralled with your pudding in the Great Hall, when you were actually fantasizing about undressing your headmaster."

Hermione lifted her head from Severus' neck, boldly looking him in the eye with a smirk on her face. "That's right, my wizard, my headmaster," she sighed, brushing her lips across the lines at the side of his mouth.

Kissing back down to Severus' chest, the sight of his painfully erect cock caught her eye, and Hermione was compelled to gently grasp it. Nuzzling her face against his skin, Hermione kissed a trail down to his stomach, stopping when she met the thatch of coarse, dark hair surrounding his cock.

Furtively glancing back at Severus, Hermione saw that he was still languid against her pillows, his body relaxed as if he was extending her the courtesy to do whatsoever she wished. Sliding down over Severus to kneel between his lightly furred legs, Hermione gingerly stroked her fingers along his stomach and thighs, her eyes focused on his sizeable erection.

Touching it was one thing; seeing it up close and personal was another. His penis was longer and thicker than she'd realized, just as pale as the rest of his body save for the mushroom shaped tip that was a shade darker.

Daintily wrapped her hand around the heavy length of flesh, Hermione gently squeezed and stroked Severus the way he favored, feeling each bumpy ridge and vein against her palm. He'd already gone slightly tense once her hand encircled his cock, yet when her mouth followed suit he released a low groan.

Hermione cautiously moved her mouth and tongue, lapping at his cock as if it were a lolly. She was able to taste her own juices that were smeared on his shaft, along with his own sticky fluid that was now weeping from the head. Using her tongue to clean her slightly salty musk away, Hermione gingerly parted her lips, sliding her warm mouth down to completely engulf his shaft.

Severus was well endowed enough that Hermione had to find a comfortable position to keep her jaw unhinged. She'd then settled back at his side with her head facing his feet, finding that the new angle was much better. Severus let out a low hiss of pleasure, his hand coming down to rest slightly on Hermione's head, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her pliant mouth suckling away.

Severus' grasp never grew tightened on Hermione's head. He merely rested his fingers on her curls, softly stroking them as if offering nonverbal encouragement. His breath grew shallower until Hermione was able to feel his cock twitching beneath her hand and mouth.

Realizing that he was about to come, Hermione never let up her ministrations, eager to make him frenzied beneath her touch. With a lusty groan, Severus' hips jerked upwards, his cock pulsating and shooting his release between her pouty lips.

Hermione found the taste of his ejaculate slightly bitter yet not completely distasteful, and never stopped licking and sucking, swallowing everything down until Severus had to forcefully pry her mouth away from his cock.

"Come, my little sorceress," he purred once Hermione had crawled back up next to him. Severus pulled her face down to his, sealing his mouth over hers, seemingly unfazed if he was able to taste himself on her tongue. "That was positively delightful."

"Well, I only thought it nice to return the favor," she replied, her soft breasts pressing into his side. Despite already having an orgasm, Hermione had become immensely turned on listening to Severus lose control, feeling the proof of her arousal trickling down her labia.

Severus gave her another short kiss before sitting up, pushing Hermione to lay in his place. Reclining back in the warmed spot that vaguely smelled like him, Hermione looked down at Severus, watching as he yanked a pillow from next to her head. Gesturing for her to raise her hips, he shoved the pillow beneath her bum, pausing to ask Hermione if she was comfortable.

After Hermione told him yes, Severus sat between her splayed thighs, guiding her legs to rest over his. With her bum resting on the pillow and her legs parted, her throbbing sex was completely bared beneath Severus' gaze.

Hermione wanted to feel embarrassed until she felt those familiar, clever fingers tracing along her slickened labia. One slightly calloused fingertip collected a bit of moisture from her entrance before delving up to her clit, making small circles around the stiffened nub.

Hermione involuntarily shivered, letting out a soft moan at the acute sensation. Severus continued making slow, agonizing circles around her clit with his finger, causing her hips to writhe with every turn. Keening softly when his finger dipped down and traced around her entrance, Hermione inhaled sharply when she felt Severus ease the slender digit inside of her body.

Audibly sucking in air, Hermione's body arched when the marauding finger began abrading against her sensitive walls, pulling sensations from places that she hadn't known existed. Entwining both arms over her head to clutch at the headboard, Hermione whimpered and panted as Severus moved his finger about more insistently.

The foreboding sensation was similar to the one that Hermione experienced when Severus used the counter spell to lift the curse the time she'd touched the book in his sitting room. However, instead of being phantasmically stimulated, Severus actually had his finger buried deep inside of her body, the sensation better than anything she could have attempted to imagine.

Hermione was soon working her hips back and forth, eagerly welcoming the finger sliding throughout her moist heat. It wasn't long before the muscles in her arms, stomach and thighs tensed, small tremors quaking through them. Her ragged breathing betrayed the onset of her orgasm, moments later her slick, pulsating walls clamping down on Severus' finger.

Hermione was still moaning and had barely come down from climaxing when Severus easily fingered her into another one, make her scream out as she reached the second crest in less than a few minutes. She was thoroughly reduced to a pile of shuddering witch, unable to do scarcely more than whimper and thrash about while grabbing onto the bedclothes.

Severus' damnably adroit finger never stopped moving within her, the unaccustomed pleasure becoming nearly too intense for Hermione to handle. Desperate for some reprieve, she attempted to close her legs when Severus pressed his elbow to her inner thigh, forcing her to keep them spread.

"No you don't," Severus chided in his deep rumbling baritone, pausing his movements yet letting his thumb skim once over the blood engorged nub of Hermione's clit, enjoying the way her hips rolled at the touch. "I've already afforded you the opportunity to do what you wished, now you will do the same."

Hermione opened her eyes to reticently look down at Severus. "It's too much," she moaned, although her tone hadn't so much as resembled a complaint.

"It's not too much; you can handle it," Severus replied. "Besides, this is nothing more than a taste."

Hermione closed her eyes, shivering at the thought of him making her body sing even more than it already was. Briefly mulling over the idea that she was clearly out of her depths, Hermione bit back a scream when she felt a second finger being slipped into her snug body alongside the first.

Severus had been amused when Hermione, for the first time that he could recall, had been the one to ask him to stop. All the while, her body had continued trembling with the need for another release, even if she hadn't realized it.

Hermione's lush form kept rising and falling back onto the bed as Severus resumed the gentle thrusting of his fingers. The two digits were buried knuckles deep, copious amounts of her pearlescent release clinging to his hand.

Hermione's hips were practically levitating off the pillow, her entire frame tense and thrashing about with each stroke. "Relax your body, Hermione," Severus instructed as he curled his fingertips to press upwards into the patch of tissue that was softer than the others. "There's no need to clutch after it. If you relax, you'll find it to come easier."

Hermione wanted to retort 'not bloody likely', yet her ability to speak managed to elude her. Severus fingering her didn't hurt in the least, nor would she say it was uncomfortably obtrusive. The sensation was much more poignant than when she'd straddled his face and gotten licked to orgasm. His fingers alone were making her entire body quake until she was rendered senseless, unable to focus on anything except climaxing.

It was when she exploded two more consecutive times that left her limp and dazed. Hermione thought it rich that Severus was continuously telling her to relax, never removing his questing fingers. She didn't think she'd be able to come again, and the off chance that she was, unsure that she'd be able to handle it.

Still, Hermione managed to let the tension gradually leave her body, soon finding herself limp against the mattress. With a deep, throaty croon of satisfaction, Severus rubbed small circles into Hermione's g-spot, enjoying the way her fingers and toes curled on themselves. Her breath caught in her chest and she was still awkwardly holding onto the headboard, her back arched and chest heaving, displaying the line of her ribcage.

In one swift motion, Severus' thumb found Hermione's clit, his middle finger shifting to slip beneath the notch of her cervix, while the index remained firmly pressed into her g-spot.

The only partially coherent word that came from Hermione's mouth was Severus' name, which was rated in a piercing scream. Her body jerked harshly, causing her to nearly slip off the pillow, and Severus had to splay his other hand across her belly, gently pinning Hermione down into place.

Any thoughts of further protest were dissolved along with Hermione's ability to remain quiet. She was desperately alternating between moaning shrilly and wailing, begging for Severus to keep going. Her quim was soaking wet, along with Severus' hand and the pillow beneath her, the moisture so abundant that his fingers were loudly squishing with each thrust.

Had Hermione not been otherwise engaged, she might have felt self-conscious at the sounds her body was producing. Instead, her fingers were pressed into the wood above her, her short nails almost threatening to leave claw marks behind.

Another orgasm ripped through Hermione, a gusty cry torn from her mouth and renting the air. Her insides felt swollen beyond belief as they rippled and clenched around the probing fingers. She was literally able to feel each knot of Severus' knuckles as they probed and pressed against her sensitive walls.

When the waves subsided slightly, Hermione fell limp, her body furiously tingling from head to toe. Keening softly when Severus withdrew his fingers from her body, she didn't realized that he'd lowered his head back down to her sex. Hermione's hips jerked when she felt a stream of warm arm being directed at her swollen and highly sensitive clit, his caressing tongue soon following suit.

Hermione was about to protest that Severus was surely trying to kill her, yet came up short when she found that his warm mouth felt incredible against her primed cunt. He was alternating between lightly kissing, lapping and suckling at the nub, until Hermione's hips gave a lurch, practically grinding her crotch into his face.

Severus spanned Hermione's indrawn abdomen with both hands, the digits on his right still slick with her release. He kept the pressure on her clit mild, until her hands reached down to grab onto his head, beseechingly crying out for more. The tame strokes of his tongue were doing more to keep Hermione on edge rather than bring her to completion, her walls clenching almost painfully with the need to come.

"Please, Severus, please," Hermione desperately keened, her back arching and rising up from the bed. She was tightly clutching onto his inky hair, unaware that she was attempting to use them as reins to direct Severus to do what she wanted.

Severus, however, was relentless. He never changed his pace or the intensity of what he was doing. It had still been enough to send Hermione over the edge, which she did moments after begging him for more. Screaming a litany of yeses, she bucked and writhed against Severus' face, her sticky juices becoming smeared all over his lips.

When her trembling grew less frenzied, Severus moved from between Hermione's legs to cover her body with his. Hermione immediately wrapped her arms around his back, clutching him tightly against her quivering body.

"Are you satisfied now?" she asked in a feeble voice once she was able to speak, nuzzling her face against his. "I'm completely spent; I can't even feel my toes."

Severus chuckled against Hermione's mouth, sucking her bottom lip between his. "That means I've done everything right," he assured in a husky tone, his erection now pressed against her core.

Hermione's hips were still raised with the pillow beneath her, and all it took was a slight shift of Severus' body for him to slide the head of his cock against her tight, still pulsating opening.

Hermione was completely languid and barely coherent beneath Severus from her multitude of orgasms. She had both eyes closed, her head lolled to the side. The already mussed chestnut curls were now damp and frizzy from thrashing about on the pillow, and her face was flushed.

She felt Severus reach between their bodies, and didn't impede him when his fingers lined up the knob of his cock against her. The dark wizard hissed in pleasure at the feel of her swollen labia sliding over his shaft, her continuously rippling tunnel feeling as if it was trying to suck him inside.

After placing both hands next to Hermione's head, Severus shifted his hips moved forward, attempting to ease his way into her primed yet tight body. Almost immediately, Hermione grew protectively rigid at the fiery ingress, her eyes snapping open, pain clouding the brown orbs.

"Relax," Severus drawled in a silky voice, stilling his body and resting his forehead against hers.

"That's easy for you to say," she snapped in a strained voice, her fingers encircling around Severus' wrists and gripping them tightly.

Severus lifted his head to look down at Hermione, a few wisps of black hair falling over his brow. "What would you like me to do, Hermione? I'm trying to go slowly as possible."

Hermione reached up to push the hair back out of his face, pondering the question. "I don't know...what about going swiftly? You know, like quickly pulling off a plaster."

Severus shot her a dubious look, raising an eyebrow. "Is this what your sexual acumen tells you?"

Hermione returned his glance with a scathing one of her own. "It's just a hunch," she replied, her voice tinged with impatience.

"The irony; being instructed by an innocent," Severus murmured in a quiet voice, lowering his face to Hermione's and capturing her bottom lip with his mouth.

In spite of the previous discomfort, Hermione's body was humming with suppressed delight, and she desperately wanted to keep going. At the moment the only thing stopping her was the little matter of...

A high-pitched cry rent the air, and it took several minutes for Hermione to realize that it had come from the back of her throat. One moment she was clutching onto Severus, enjoying the way his tongue was moving over her bared throat. The next, his hips had surged forward, firmly pushing past her innocence and buying himself deep inside of her body.

Tears instantly sprung up into tightly closed Hermione's eyes, her fingers digging into Severus' shoulders as her knees clenched around his waist, vainly trying to circumvent his stinging thrusts.

Hermione hated to be wrong at anything, but if her attention hadn't been elsewhere, she would have cheerfully admitted that she was wrong, knew bugger-all about sex and should have let him enter her slowly. It hurt more than she realized it would for Severus to hastily breach her small opening, leading to a burning, stretching sensation of previously unused muscles.

Too focused on the pain, Hermione had buried her face in Severus neck, wetting it with her tears. She didn't realize that he'd had been arbitrarily placing kisses on her face, coaxing her to relax as he continued moving within her at a unhurried pace.

Even though Hermione had been the one urging him to hurry things along, Severus was not completely without compunction. Her short nails had firmly embedded into his back, her arms and knees attempting to push him off. Throughout Hermione's muffled whimpers into the crook his neck, Severus never stopped the onset of his shallow thrusts, eager for her discomfort to dissipate.

The easy tempo soon gave way to Hermione's fingers slowly loosening their grip on Severus' shoulders, her body settling back down on the bed.

"Don't forget to breathe," Severus told her, making Hermione release the breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding.

Hermione was still able to feel a slight stinging at her entrance, yet some small part of her brain registered that Severus was holding back. His slow, calculated strokes gradually allowed her to become accustomed to the penetration, until Hermione was soon trembling beneath his weight.

Severus continued riding her slowly, yet when he looked down to see Hermione's eyes roll back while simultaneously hearing the hitch in her breath, he knew that she was no longer in pain. Her body now awkwardly roved against his, eagerly trying to match his rhythm, until Severus placed one hand on her hip and guided her against him.

Hermione accepted the silent tutelage, letting out a loud hiss at an unannounced, deeper assail. Severus immediately resumed the less intrusive thrusts, thinking that he'd hurt Hermione, until her legs tightened around his, beckoning him on.

Alternating between loud gasps and moans, Hermione held onto Severus' hips, desperate for him to fill her completely. He was soon buried to the hilt, his balls smacking against her tightly clenched behind.

Severus was inhaling nosily through his nose, trying his damnedest to not erupt inside of Hermione. It didn't help that she was calling out his name, her body hot and tight against his cock, clamping down on him with each plunge.

'Oh god, oh god!' Hermione thought frantically, feeling as if she was on the edge of losing control. Each of Severus' lunges made him press and rub an area deep inside of her body that she'd never given thought to. Her walls were involuntarily clenching from the sublime pressure, a vicious heat flooding her abdomen. Unaware that she was trembling violent, a loud, 'Severus!' erupted from her mouth as her entire body dissolved into shudders, her orgasm ripping through her.

This climax, not completely unlike the others, seemed to emanate from the very center of her being, rendering her incapable of doing more than cling to Severus with quivering arms and legs.

Hermione could barely catch her breath when she felt Severus shift her upright and into his lap, pressing them both against the headboard. He'd secured one arm around her waist, the other cradling her head in the palm his hand.

Almost immediately she began a lusty wailing when he earnestly plunged into her, only withdrawing a few inches before inexorably ploughing back inside. Hermione had never been one to swear, but the rapid pace that Severus was using left little room for anything else.

Hermione locked her ankles at the small of Severus' back and her arms around his neck, letting go not an option. Her hips were still perched on the pillow yet titled back, the perfect angle for the head of his cock to press into the spot that her Hermione writhe incessantly when he'd massaged with his fingertips.

She'd have been wildly flailing about had it not been for Severus' hand at the back of her head, his other arm and solid frame pinning her against the headboard.

Their lovemaking had gone from slow, to slightly hurried, to an all out frenzy. Hermione and Severus were both frantically holding onto one another's sweat slickened bodies, her high pitched moans mingling with his deep, masculine groans of satisfaction.

Becoming further unhinged by the minute, Hermione was met with an unyielding need to feel Severus' lips on her. Engaging him in a forceful, nearly bruising liplock, she forgot to move her mouth once he began twisting his hips into hers, his pelvic bone pressing against her clit, still coupled with the deep thrusting.

Hermione couldn't tell if Severus was cradling her body, or if she was cradling his. Crying out against his lips, she felt every inch of her body quivering and burning, as if acid had been poured on her nerves. Tears were leaking from the corner of her eyes, Hermione's body giving a final lurch as her walls clenched painfully before convulsing into intense spasms.

Severus was relentless; continuously driving his thick shaft into Hermione's pulsating body throughout her orgasm, easily catapulting her into another. Hermione never registered the tears sliding down her cheeks, or the fact that she was screaming loudly enough that a neighbor might overhear. All she could focus on was the intense climax washing over her, and the sensation of every ounce of liquid in her body spilling out of her and onto the pillow.

Hermione's orgasm had spurred Severus' own, and his body trembled against hers as he furiously spurted inside of her throbbing channel, his arms tightening around her as he repeatedly moaned out her name. Still breathing hard, Severus moved his head from next to Hermione's and sat up. Almost instantly her limbs fell slack, the little witch going completely limp in his arms.

He tilted Hermione back against him, her head lolling forward and settling onto his shoulder. She was still forcefully inhaling, her heart hammering against his chest. With a groan Severus unsheathed himself from her snug flesh, resting her listless form down on the bed. Her frizzy curls had nearly doubled in size, and concealed much of her flushed and dampened face. Brushing the unruly strands back, Severus found that Hermione's shut, either from fainting or falling asleep, as she was totally unresponsive to his touch.

Entirely too spent to concern himself with the rumpled bedding, or the fact that much of his abdomen was covered with the mingled juices of their release, Severus lay down next to Hermione, curling his body around hers. He did, however, catch sight of the wet and bloodstained pillow that Hermione had rested on, and sat up enough to shove it to the floor. Heaving a sigh as his head hit the mattress again, Severus wasted no time in closing his eyes and easily falling asleep.
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