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A Perfect Match	By : geena Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A PERFECT MATCH
By Geena

Chapter 18: And Nothing Else Matters

�How come ?� She was a bit reluctant to ask such a personal question, but since he had brought it up and considering the extremely intimate activities they had engaged in earlier that day, she asked it anyway.
His gaze strayed to one corner of the lab as if he found it difficult to share these memories.
�The Cruciatus curse can have some nasty side-effects. Voldemort made a habit of pointing his wand to my lower body where it hurts more and apparently it caused permanent damage.�
�Are you sure ?� This was so awful, Hermione didn�t know what else to say.
He nodded. �Pretty sure. Poppy ran some tests, all gave the same results. I don�t mind it all that much, really. I�m not exactly fond of children, however I guess it�s different when they�re your own.�
�I don�t mind either.� Hermione had never been so sure about anything in her life, but he shook his head.
�Now you say that, but you�re still so very young. It would be cruel to deny you the blessings of motherhood.�
�I�m not so sure it�s a �blessing� like you say. Besides, if I ever would want to become a mother, there�s always adoption.�
�I�d feel better if you thought this through. I wouldn�t want you to stay with me out of pity.�
Hermione laughed. �Trust me, I would never do that, I�m a Gryffindor, not a Huffelpuf, remember ?�
This made him smile, but he ended the discussion by saying: �Then we agree to let things rest for a while.� And there was nothing Hermione could say to change his mind.

The days leading up to Hermione�s mission were filled with potion-stirring, meetings with the Ministry, strategy-talks with Alastor Moody and worrying about Draco. He did not recover from his deep sleep. Not that he was in any pain, but nothing could wake him up and that wasn�t good news either. They all hoped his condition would improve as a result of Voldemort�s downfall. Snape was constantly by his side, leaving teaching up to Hermione. She was grateful for the distraction. Anything that stopped her from thinking about Saturday would do. She didn�t sleep very well and often went to visit Draco at night, enjoying Snape�s silent presence. Did he ever sleep ? They hadn�t talked about their feelings for each other anymore, but would have dinner together in his room that Friday.
Hermione didn�t dress up for the occasion. She didn�t even pay attention to what she was eating. It seemed like time slipped through her fingers and it would be Saturday all too soon. It was no use denying she was nervous. Snape noticed.
�Hermione, it�s not too late to let me go to the Mansion instead.�

�No. I said I�d do it and I will. That doesn�t mean I�ll enjoy it though.� She gave him a faint smile.
When it was time for her to return to her room, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her tenderly. He held her like he would never let her go, burying his face in her hair. His voice broke and he trembled when he spoke: �Come back Hermione, please come back. Do you hear me ? Don�t you dare let them hurt you !�

She desperately tried to keep it together, knowing if she let herself go, she�d be up all night crying instead of getting a much needed rest.

Slowly she freed herself from his embrace. She�d never seen him look so lost and all she wanted to do now, was comfort him. Before she would let her emotions get in the way of common sense, she turned around, took the potion and invisibility cloak, looked at him one more time and ran to her room, not once looking back.
Hermione tossed and turned, curled up under the blankets, but couldn�t calm herself down. She should have asked for a sleeping potion ! Severus Snape. When she thought about him, she realised she might never see him again. By this time tomorrow she could be dead�
In a flash, she was out of bed. If she were to die tomorrow, why on earth was she spending her last night alone ? She slipped into a robe, opened her door and rushed down to the dungeon.

She could see a light shining under his door. He was still up, probably couldn�t sleep either. She didn�t bother to knock and surprised him while undressing.
He had heard a faint noise outside his door, but his brain didn�t seem to register it. He stood next to his bed, removing his last piece of clothing. He jumped up when Hermione entered.

�I couldn�t stay away.� Was all she said.

He started to say something in protest but then she dropped her robe. She was not wearing anything underneath and the sight of her nude body made him forget his protests. Her big-breasted, slim-hipped body had haunted him for days. She thought he was looking at her as if he planned to remember her for always. They didn�t speak. Words were unnecessary and would only be inadequate to express the intensity of their feelings.

He gave her a warm seductive smile that made her skin tingle and then he closed the distance between them, holding her tight, his hands running up and down her back, his fingers curving her buttocks. Bending, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. He began kissing her body: her arms, her breasts, her shoulders, back up again to her neck, briefly touching her lips, then down again. When he slid his tongue inside her, she gasped, burying her hands in his black hair, demanding more. She moaned as she felt the tension building up in her lower body. When he moved his lips back upwards, she couldn�t help groaning in disappointment. He buried his face in her breasts, made them cover his ears while his hands held them. Feeling his breath on her sensitive skin spread a warm sensation through her body. She pulled his head up to hers so she could kiss him. They kissed hungrily, freeing all passion they had bottled up these past days. When she moved his head to one side and licked the sensitive spot behind his earlobe, heanedaned deeply. His movements became more agitated as their desire for each other was almost unbearable. He tried to tell himself to go slowly, that she was a virgin and probably frightened, but he couldn�t control himself any more than he could have stopped a mad bludger. He entered her with one big thrust, meanwhile trying to restrain himself to give her some time to adjust to this new sensation. The little discomfort she experienced faded away quickly once she was used to feeling him inside her. She thought her heart was going to leap from her breast as he began to move inside her, so gently, so slowly at first and the sensation was absolutely heavenly. Slowly, deeply, rhythmically he moved, touching in a way that seemed to consume her, to make her grow bigger, to expand until she felt as if she might explode. She screamed out his name and scratched her nails into his back when she reached her climax. For a while she was only aware of this overwhelming bliss surrounding her and she pulled him tight to prolong the moment. He finished in a satisfying explosion that shuddered through his body and he collapsed on her, covering her completely.

It took themte ate a while to recover.

She was the first to move and tried to wriggle out of his embrace. He pushed himself up on one side on his elbow, caressed her hair and asked: �Did I hurt you ?� She blushed, looked away and mumbled: �It was more than worth it.� He grinned on hearing this honest answer. He followed her into his bathroom and they showered together, turning a daily routine into an erotic exploration.

When they returned to the bedroom, Hermione was not ready to go to sleep. She pushed him on the bed with his face down. Bending over him, she rang her tongue up his spine, then showering little kisses down his back. She stretched out on him, moving her body along his, revelling in the sensation of his skin against hers. She rubbed her hair and face on his back, again and again, drinking in his masculine scent. The mixture of cinnamon and musk besotted her completely. She moved downwards and began to kiss his buttocks, his legs, the backs of his knees and moved upwards again. When she reached his neck, she took her kisses across his cheek to his lips and when she kissed his mouth, he turned over. His eyes were on fire, his hands were rough and quick on her body as he picked her up and set her down on his manhood. She gave a delighted scream. Her legs began to move with hard strength until they tightened and began to ache. In one swift movement, he tossed her on her back and slammed into her with a few deep hard thrusts until they came together in one blinding explosion.

When both had their breath under control again, he pulled her into a tight roll in the tangle of his arms and legs. They instantly fell asleep, totally exhausted.
TBC TBC
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