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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Nightstar: Here is your answer. Sorry I left ya'll hanging the last chapter. I suppose I could have combined these two chapters to make it more managble on the feelings. LOL

LunaRose: Your post made me laugh!

BA89: I'm so glad you enjoy Lizzie. I love her, too. I have some great fans who are just fawning over the girl, and that makes me love her more. I had fun writing that freaking Quidditch match. It was a first for me! Glad you enjoyed it.
Chapter Seventeen
Snape bit back a groan as he entered his office. It was after midnight. He had purposely stayed out late on his rounds because he had the perverse need to find mischief makers and take house points. Unfortunately, he found mostly Slytherin couples looming about, snogging...or more. All though he did corner two from Gryffindor and another from Hufflepuff. If he was honest with himself, he stayed out late mostly hoping Hermione would get tired and give up on him. He should have known she was too stubborn.
He was fully aware that the juvenile note tacked to his door was just that – childish. She was too mature to fall for it and take his unspoken words literally. Which was why he found her propped in the corner of the settee, a huge tome from her United States History of Magic open on her lap and a blazing fire roaring in the hearth. She had one elbow on the arm of the couch with her chin resting in it and was fast asleep. He sighed, running slender fingers through his lank black hair. He was really in need of a shower, it had been a long day.
Deciding not to wake her until he was through, he took down the wards and unlocked his door, pulling the offensive note down and crumbling it. He closed the door behind him. Twenty minutes later he was back. Her position had shifted, she now had her arm down, the book had fallen to the floor, and her head tipped back. She was snoring very lightly, and he found himself studying her.
She was too thin and her cheek bones and collar bones were more pronounced because of this fact. She hadn’t gone to supper, either. He knew because he had been watching for her. Her thinness was worrisome to him, and at the same time it gave her an older, more angular look.
While less pronounced in sleep, she had dark circles under eyes. He knew she was sleeping very little, but they kept each other good company because he, also, hardly slept. It’s just what happens after years of expecting to be murdered while you rest. Couple that with the nightmares of all the ghoulish atrocities of his past and the reoccurring dream he had of Voldemort killing Lily for the last seventeen years and…yeah. He hadn’t slept much in years. Finding her in his bed every time he woke for the last month made the nights all that much more bearable, though. Another thing to add to your list to solidify your stupid, idiotic reaction today. You’re running out of reasons to not apologize.
In fact, his own nightmares had been few and far between during this last month. They had been taken over by Hermione’s. She dreamed almost every night. He blamed them on her recent horrors, all though, sometimes she dreamed about Bellatrix. Once she had been screaming something about being burned and a dragon – he imagined that was the Gringotts break-in; she had told him about it in fascinating detail in the first few weeks of their relationship. A few times she had dreamed Potter was dead – those had been hard on her – and made him unnecessarily jealous. He knew she loved the boy as a brother. Mostly, though, she had night terrors about her parents. He grimaced – he would mostly likely be the star in her nightmares tonight. He’d have to blame them on himself, unless he did something about it.
He was just about to chicken out – and was disgusted with himself for it – when her eyelashes fluttered. He stared at her, pulling up his mask and shielding his mind from her coming assault, but there was no offensive in her warm, dark eyes. They focused on him and immediately welled with tears. He was shut down, he couldn’t do this. Sweet Slytherin, he didn’t want to be responsible for that look on her face. He turned to leave the room, feeling too overwhelmed at the raw emotion in her expression.
“Please, don’t go.” Her voice was scratchy with sleep and wound thick with feeling. He paused in his doorway, one hand resting on the jamb, saying nothing.
“I can’t take it back,” she breathed, focusing on his tense back. “I wouldn’t want to, even if I could…but I won’t say it again if you don’t want me to. Please don’t shut me out.”
He cringed inwardly. She was saying all the right things. All the things she thought he wanted to hear. But was that really the truth? Did he want her to not tell him that she was in love with him? Was she really in love with him? It was just too fantastical to him.
“Severus,” she whispered. “I know it was too soon. I hadn’t planned on telling you yet, I knew you weren’t ready – that we weren’t ready. Please don’t let this ruin us. I – I can’t lose you, too.” Her voice was trembling with emotion, her words practically screaming how much she wanted him, needed him…loved him.
At her last words, he felt her arms encircling his waist from behind. He twitched almost imperceptibly. He hadn’t even realized she had gotten out of her seat, he was so wrapped up in her words and his thoughts. She splayed her hands flat across his abdomen, resting her cheek on his back between his shoulder blades. Not even realizing he had been holding his breath, he let it out in a silent whoosh, but still didn’t move. She stood like that against him silently, holding him to her while his mind whirred around everything.
Tell her you’re in love with her, too, you imbecile. Apologize for your reaction this afternoon. Tell her she’ll never lose you as long as she wants you. And for bloody sake, tell her she will not sit that fucking detention. Could you have been any more of a dunderhead? What the hell are you waiting for? She’s bloody perfect and you know it. She’s too good for you, and you’re going to let the “L” word frighten you away? You know you’ve been in love with her for weeks. You haven’t even barely looked at another woman since Lily other than to obtain your pleasure – and here, right in front of you is someone more perfect for you than Lily had ever been. You know what Lily would say to you if you could talk to her now – she’d ask what you’re waiting for.
He felt her arms loosen and pull away and he panicked internally. What are you waiting for? The right time? It already passed you by. You could make this the right time. You don’t want to walk away from this, you’d break her heart, you fool. She’d never trust you again. I DARE YOU TO TELL HER.
Hermione mistook his silence and immobility for a rejection. It took every ounce of her control not to burst into tears. She was so tired of crying. She pulled away from him and curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her middle under her breasts and retreating a few steps. She was just about to leave for her room when he took a deep breath as if he intended to speak.
She waited, heart pounding painfully in her chest. She watched as his form straightened and his arm dropped to his side. An unbearable amount of time later, he turned to face her.
She searched his onyx eyes hungrily, trying to figure out where his thoughts were. She was holding her breath. Finally, he spoke.
“I am sorry for the way I reacted this afternoon.” His deep baritone was like balm to her frayed nerves, her breath heaved out of her almost painfully. She swiped at her eyes, embarrassed that there were tears leaking again.
“It’s okay.” Her voice was small, she was just so relieved he was talking to her.
“It’s not ‘okay.’” He closed his eyes and raised his right hand to his forehead, rubbing the tension from between his eyes. “I was a fool and I was cruel. For Merlin’s sake, I gave you a bloody detention.” She couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that escaped her chest, and his hand dropped, eyes meeting hers again. “You didn’t deserve that, you were trying to cope with the situation.”
She took a quick step forward, reaching out for him. She hesitated after a split second, but he took her hand, pulling her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders while she buried her nose in his sternum and encircled his torso with slender arms.
“Forgive me?” He whispered into the top of her head, curls tickling his face.
“You’re forgiven,” she breathed. “It’s okay – I understand.” He pulled back and cupped her face, wiping her tears with the pads of his thumbs. The tremulous smile she gave him was shattering. She was putting on a brave face, knowing there was still a hippogriff in the room.
“It’s not okay,” he murmured, dropping a light kiss on her upturned face. “I should have told you I love you, too,”
The expression on her face was almost – almost – worth the turmoil of the day. She had been taken utterly aback and he had to bite his lips to prevent a laugh at the shocked confusion that marred her beautiful features. Instead, he kissed her. She gave an incredulous squeal of surprise and pulled back, eyes so round he thought they’d pop out of her head.
“You bloody arsehole,” she cried, half laughing, half sobbing. Then she kissed him again. “All kiss that kiss bloody drama! kiss For you kiss to say kiss it back?! kiss You’re worse than kiss a teenaged kiss girl!” On that note, he didn’t let her pull away again. Slipping his hands down to cup her bum, he pulled her hard against his erection and she groaned. “Fucking arsehole,” she muttered again without conviction as he trailed a line of fire across her jaw to drink in her earlobe.
“Such language.” He chuckled against her ear. The rumble of his voice so close to her ear soaked her knickers completely and instantly. She growled, frenzied.
“Off.” She demanded, pushing at his robes. They were both surprised when not only his robe, but his pajama top disappeared. He gave an incredulous laugh, then his eyes slit in hunger, lust filling his body.
“Off.” He agreed. He completed a silent, wandless spell and she was stark naked.
She growled, her desire matching his, and pushed him backwards into his room, manually slamming the door behind them with her foot. Her fingers plunged into his lounge pants and he almost tripped as they tangled at his ankles while she continued to push him back to the bed. All the while their lips and tongues and teeth never leaving the others. She pushed him back, and he fell willingly to the bed. Happy to give her control over the situation. She had only taken control a couple times before, but both had been extra spectacular. Her passion and ardor were unsurpassed. He helped by pushing himself up, lying crosswise on the bed while she crawled over the top of him, laying her deliciously naked body directly on top of his. Then the heat cooled just slightly as she slowed their kiss. Her teeth pulling at his upper lip while he suckled her lower one. Her hands slid into his damp locks and her fingers curled into them, tugging until he tilted his head up to give her open access to his throat.
“Say it again.” She pleaded, running her tongue on the underside of his jaw bone on her way to swirl her tongue in his ear. He groaned as the pink tip sank in and her heated breath filled the antihelix. She trailed to the lobe and nipped before sucking again. An involuntary shudder cascaded down his spine. “Severus, say it again.”
“I love you,” he rasped, grasping her chin and pulling her face to his. He brushed his mouth to hers. “I’m in love with you,” he said into her open mouth.
She smiled against his maw before suckling his bottom lip into her mouth. When she released it she answered him.
“I love you.” The warmth that flooded him was almost stifling. Everything felt so…real, so perfect, it was right. Loving her, having her love him back.
She slowly sat up, raking her nails lightly over his chest, flicking his nipples as she skimmed past them. She rubbed his sex across hers, lubricating him, before grasping his cock in her hot little hand and positioning herself above him. She mounted him slowly, her eyes rolling back in her head with the pleasure of it, lower lip caught in her pearly white teeth. He gritted his jaw, letting her set the pace. When he bottomed out, she moaned and slumped forward a bit, palms to his chest to support herself.
“You feel so bloody amazing,” she whispered. “I was so scared. So scared I had ruined it all.” She whimpered when his hips jerked without his consent.
“Never, I’m here for as long as you want me.”
“Good, because I want you forever,” she breathed, and then started to grind against him. Her words were not missed, but quickly shoved aside as he grasped her hips to help set the rhythm. Her cries of ecstasy and joy exultant as she threw her head back, messy curls caressing his thighs, and rode him with wild abandon. She was stunning. She was his.
Snape’s hips jammed up to meet hers. “Uunh,” she cried out, her body stiffening slightly. She was close. He released one hip and caught a nipple in his fingers tugged. “Oh, fuck.” He upped the pace, bucking into her again and again while she slammed down on him. Her fragrant scent of arousal filling his senses.
“Come for me, Hermione,” he demanded, tugging again, the other nipple this time.
“Fuuuuck,” she cried. “Severus!”
Her orgasm rocked through him as she lost her rhythm to it and instead of slamming down, she ground her hips as he gyrated little hops. She whimpered as sensations became too much. Jerking and twitching, her pussy milked him for all he was worth. His bollocks tightened and then he was there, pouring himself into her. “Hermione,” he breathed and his orgasm erupted out of him.
She collapsed on top of him, panting. Her unruly mane covering them like a blanket. His hands sank into her hair and he pulled her face to his to kiss her long and slow and sweet. She melted against him, her fingers caressing the stubble at his jaw.
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