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The Quickening	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32428 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So I’m getting up a few quick chapters over the holidays as things are going to dry up a bit when I get back to work. I hope people are enjoying them.
FieryPhoenix: I’m genuinely sorry that the last chapter upset you. I suspected it might but hopefully this chapter will make you feel better. I agree with your words. It might sound strange but I don’t always know what the characters are going to do until they do them. I hope it works out well for them too.
Bitchandmoan: I absolutely loved your review and it did make me smile. A lot. You are very kind but I suspect most readers think I’m a bit sadistic for putting them and the characters through this roller coaster. It is such a buzz to hear positive words about my writing. As mentioned previously, I’ve never written like this before, just a couple of stories for my kids, so this is a huge departure. It is quite a vulnerable process and there was a big patch where there were no responses at all (except for lovely OracleObscured who has kept my spirits up) and I worried that people were either shocked or bored or something. Anyway, just to know that people are pottering away reading and enjoying is really great. Thanks again.
OracleObscured: I’m really glad that you enjoyed the last chapter. Hopefully I can deliver some New Year’s smut to boot. I was happy with the Unicorn comparison too as it gave a little hint of what is to come. You might have worked that out already – you are the Oracle after all :) Again, I’m indebted for your speedy and thoughtful responses.
Chapter 19
Hermione dreamt she was on a flying carpet, undulating gently in the breeze as she soared high above Hogwarts. Far below, she could see Harry and Ron crossing the lawn to Hagrid’s hut. She called out to them but they didn’t hear her. She was too far away. She tried to swoop lower by leaning forward, gripping the front edge and pushing it down. It seemed a logical way to control the carpet, but it responded by grunting and grabbing her by the wrists.
She woke with a start. She had a fistful of Severus’ fine chest hair in each hand and he was wincing in pain, his hands gripping hers.
“Oh shit, sorry!” She hurriedly let him go, gulping in embarrassment.
He didn’t seem at all concerned. “You were calling out in your sleep to those two dunderheads, Potter and Weasley,” he smirked. “I presume that the hair pulling was in order to bang their heads together?”
She smiled despite herself. At some point she was going to have to stop him referring to her good friends in such a way but for now she was just happy to be there, lying on his fuzzy chest, his swollen cock inside her. She couldn’t quite fathom how that had happened unless he’d slipped it in unnoticed, which seemed very unlikely, since his cock wasn’t something that could be secreted inconspicuously. It was the most conspicuous phallus she’d ever seen. The alternative was that it had been buried in her the entire time she’d slept, which meant that it must have remained erect, or close to.
The poor unfulfilled darling, she thought, pushing the hair back from his face with one hand, he really did deserve some relief.
Giving him a lascivious grin, she propped herself on her outstretched arms and slowly ground her pubic bone into him, squeezing the muscles of her pelvic floor. His chest reared up, releasing a low groan as he pushed back into his pillow.
This time he didn’t wait to be invited before reaching up to cup the smooth flesh of her tantalizing breasts. His gallantry only stretched so far. There’d be no holding back now.
Hermione continued to work him over with precise and controlled movements of her muscles. Those years of horse riding hadn’t just been good for her thighs. He lifted his chin to look at her, manipulating her nipples between his skilful fingers. Her breath hitched and her pace faltered. She swallowed before continuing. Capturing her with his penetrating stare, he brought the index and middle fingers of one hand to his mouth and licked them generously with his dripping tongue before returning them to her nipple. Repeating the same procedure with his other hand, he made a triangle out of his fingertips and thumb, proceeding to digitally ‘suck’ on the engorged buds.
“Oh Merlin’s fucking . . . balls,” she groaned, her head falling loose on her neck. “You win.”
He chuckled darkly.
“Just take me however you like.” Her eyes were pleading with him.
In one movement, he sat and pulled her legs around him before flipping her onto her back. Her eyes widened at the speed with which she now found herself lying on his pillow, his face only millimetres from hers.
Then he repaid the favour. His movements, although agonizingly slow, managed to hit every hidden bundle of nerves inside her. Her breath came out in grunts as he tripped each one. How was he doing this?
And to make the experience even more intense, if that was possible, his bottomless gaze simultaneously drilled into her, reaming her brain. She realised that the intensity didn’t come from feeling invaded, however—it was more akin to a non-magical legilimency, driven by his desire to see her deeply. She had never felt closer to anyone in her life.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she immediately opened to him, licking and sucking, trying to draw him deeper into her. He groaned into her mouth, his adrenaline flaring in response to her blatant desire. As his thrusts grew faster and deeper, he bottomed out inside her, jolting her engorged clitoris.
The aching tension in her core became overwhelming and her breathing turned ragged. He responded by leaning back and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. The new angle drove the firm ridges of his cock into the sensitive parts of her walls, while he used his thumb to deftly massage the shaft of her clitoris by rubbing on the hood. Oh Gods! He knew too much!
She clutched at his forearms, feeling the muscles there working up to a frenzied pace. Her whole body coiled in, ready to erupt. And then it did. Her moans turned into cries as the muscles of her legs started shuddering out of control. He clamped the one over his shoulder in place, continuing to drive into her as her entire pelvis exploded into seismic convulsions.
His form broke apart with the violence of her release, his balls twitching and shuddering as he pumped her full of his come, each thrust injecting it deeper into her body. He grunted as his balls finally emptied their last squirt into her spasming channel. Letting his arms collapse, he rolled to the side and scooped her exhausted body toward him.
Their hearts thundered together as their laboured breathing gradually subsided. She felt his breaths grow deep and rhythmic and heard the soft susurration of air through his nose. He was asleep.
“Thank you Severus,” she whispered, before falling into her own deep sleep, blissfully contented.
***
Hermione hugged her knees to her chest as she stared at the leaden sky outside her window. She had left Severus only a few hours before but she was already missing him. The pile of text books on her desk looked particularly unappealing. Her studies had taken a back seat to the drama of the past couple of weeks and, for some reason, reading about blast-ended skrewts and grindylows felt a little pointless. But her N.E.W.T.s would be coming up quickly and she needed to perform as well as she could. She owed it to herself after so many years of hard work.
Her eyes were drawn back to the window. He had taken her again on the hospital bed that morning and she was still feeling pleasantly fulfilled. Not only that, but she had managed to catch up with Ginny after returning to her room in Gryffindor and had apologised for her behaviour over the past days, weeks, months. Ginny, being Ginny, wouldn’t hear of it. They had shared a tight hug and her heart felt lighter again. On top of that, Harry had owled her to ask if she wanted to catch up after lunch for a walk by the lake.
It felt like her life was a barren desert that had suddenly exploded in a sea of glorious blooms. She didn’t know how long it would last, but intended to make the most of it—everything that was on offer.
There was a sudden movement out the corner of her eye. Her quill twitched and then rose up, levitating in front of her. She frowned as it dipped down to the ink pot and then came to rest with its tip on the blank parchment she had prepared for note-taking.
Dear Hermione
Severus’ flowing script appeared before her. She looked skyward, grinning uncontrollably, quite unable to believe that he had wasted a projection potion to come into her room and write her a letter.
Why aren’t you working?
By the smile on your face, I will presume it’s because you are thinking of me. I am thinking of you too so it’s a good job I don’t need two hands to write.
Her mouth dropped open. That was dirty!
It probably would have been easier to send this letter by owl but I wanted to see you and unless said owl could communicate how you look effectively enough for my needs, it wasn’t going to be sufficient. Also, I don’t believe that there is an Owlish word for ‘nipple’.
A shriek of laughter escaped her and she clamped a hand over her mouth. Who was this Snape? Had the exiting curse somehow managed to bore through a hidden well of humour inside him?
The reason I am writing is that if my seed is anything like me, it will be trying to bury itself as deeply within you as possible. And whilst your eggs, if they are anything like you, will be looking to resist—perhaps through some sort of grumpy exterior or even a barrier of bushy hair, the sheer weight of numbers is likely to overwhelm . . .
What I’m trying to say is that I have brewed you a contraceptive potion and it would be convenient for you to collect it from my potions laboratory at 5pm this afternoon.
Yours,
Severus
P.S. You are beautiful when you blush
She suddenly felt his warm soft lips upon hers. They surged against her in what was the briefest of passionate exchanges before he was gone.
Hermione hugged herself even tighter, trailing her fingertips lightly over her lips, remembering the feel of him. He was so full of surprises. She was going to enjoy getting to know him. The real Severus.
***
She could see Harry sitting on the grass by the lake as she approached. It wasn’t cold but a brisk breeze blew and she was glad she’d worn a jacket. Harry leapt up when he saw her.
“Mione!” he wrapped her in a warm embrace and she returned it, squeezing harder than she’d intended to.
“Hey, steady on there, I’ve just eaten you know,” he grinned at her.
“Yes, sorry about lunch.” She smiled apologetically. “I was studying and lost track of time.”
She hooked her arm through his as they walked along the bank.
“Mione, the ever-studious one,” Harry mused. “You must be all over your N.E.W.T.s by now. We haven’t seen you in weeks.”
Hermione drew in a deep breath. “There’s been a fair bit happening.”
“Mmmm.” He looked out over the vast expanse of the lake.
She knew he was trying to draw her out. But there was too much to say, and too many things she wasn’t ready to say.
“How’s Ron?”
“He’s alright. You know Ron, always on the lookout for his next catch.”
Hermione smiled. She still loved Ron but he was much better as the brother she never had, than a lover.
They continued on in silence.
“Look Harry. I just wanted to say that I’m in a much better space now and I really want you to know that I’m sorry about the way I’ve been lately. Some things have happened and they’ve made me take stock of what’s important to me. And . . . well you are one of the most special people in my life. So I just wanted to apologise and . . . “
He swung her around to face him.
“You don’t have to apologise Mione. Ginny told me you’ve been to hell and back. No details. Just know I’m here for you.”
Hermione nodded tearfully and wrapped her arms around him again. She was so relieved she didn’t want to let him go.
“Hey!”
Suddenly Harry’s feet slipped out from under him and he slid down the bank toward the water.
“Aaaaahhh!” he cried out.
Hermione slithered down after him. She found him with one foot in the water, grimacing and clutching his leg.
Rolling up the leg of his trousers, she discovered a deep bloody gash in his calf.
“Oh shit!” She wrapped both hands around it to staunch the flow of blood.
“Is it bad?” Harry winced behind his glasses.
“Um . . . don’t look,” said Hermione. “I didn’t bring my wand, did you?”
He shook his head.
“We might have to wait for someone to come by so they can go for help,” she said.
“Can’t I just walk on it?”
“No.”
He leaned back on the bank and put his hands to his forehead. “Well that was stupid.”
“I’m sorry.” Hermione bit her bottom lip, trying to think what to do.
“It actually doesn’t feel that bad any more.” He raised his head to look down at the leg that was still enveloped in her hands.
“You’re in shock,” said Hermione.
“I don’t think so.” He sat up and put his hands over hers. “Just let me look.”
Reluctantly, she removed them.
They both frowned. His leg was covered with blood but there was no sign of a wound.
Harry rubbed his fingers over his calf but, apart from the scarlet smears, the skin was completely intact.
“That’s weird.”
Hermione looked at the blood on her palms. He had definitely been bleeding. A lot. So why was the . . .
“Oh shit!”
Under the caking blood, flickering across the skin of her palms, were fine trails of blue sparks.
“Oh fuck! Oh Gods!” She stood quickly, staring at her hands.
“What is it?” Harry made a grab for her but she pulled away.
“I’ve got to go! Oh fuck!”
She turned and started clambering up the slope. “Are you going to be able to get up here alright by yourself?” she called.
“Uh . . . I guess so.” Harry stared at her as if she had gone mad.
Hermione was gasping when she reached the top of the slope, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She had to find him.
A/N: The phrase ‘reamed her brain’ is borrowed from the wonderful OracleObscured who is both a brilliant writer and generous supporter.
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