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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Heaven only knows
It was quarter to five, sitting next to the roaring fire, barefooted, in old sweatpants and even older Iron Maiden T-shirt, Severus felt relaxed. It took a long shower and a glass of lemon-vodka to finally calm him down after today’s events. They returned to Hogwarts almost hour ago …
…Hermione looked like she is going to fell asleep on her feet, and even if he had his suspicions that occurrences from today were not first time she had to endure, for some reason she looked traumatized. Sending her to bed was the best he could do, knowing all too well that sleep can help, if one could have it after he suffered through the shock.
While she might be able to sleep through remnants of today’s events, he didn’t grant himself same luxury. It was a long time since he felt like he did today – the impulse to truly end one’s life without shred of remorse. He opted for long shower, allowing hot water to wash away his anger. He knew how to deal with those impulses; one did not go through what he had without ending up damaged, but also with knowledge how to control those urges…
…With book in his hand, finally feeling like himself, he just enjoyed relaxing Sunday afternoon, when flames turned green and Minerva’s head popped out of the fireplace
- May I come in Severus, we need to talk. – he looked at her head, stifling the growl “So, the rumor mill started to turn, I was hoping for a little bit more time.”
- As if I could stop you Minerva. – one of the downfalls of not being Headmaster was that he didn’t have control over Floo network, Minerva stepped in to the room, dusting the sod on his carpet
- Keeping the elves busy Minerva? – he clipped, Minerva looked at him over her glasses, scanning his choice of clothes
- Should I even ask Severus… - she raised eyebrows looking at the picture of Eddie giving the finger and moon-shining words “Maiden rule” through the windshield
- Only if you have desire to discuss my taste in muggle music. – he drawled “First time since forever I decide to relax and of course, she choose that moment to show up and criticize my attire.”
- How is Hermione? –
- Sleeping, after today’s events, and I’m presuming that you are here because of that, the best remedy is rest. –
- In your bed or hers? – “Straight to the point.”
- Is that important? – he raised an eyebrow – Given that I’m sitting here talking to you? –
- You are correct; it is none of my business. –
- For someone who has no business to meddle, you ask rather straightforward, meddling, questions. –
- You can blame me for being concerned. – her voice tightened and he gave her one of his “I told you so” looks – Don’t get me wrong Severus, I am not worried about school’s reputation, or yours for that matter. Not even about hers. As you may very well know, as educators we try to stay distanced, but every once and a while we have students we start to care deeply about. In my career, I had two, and I am always worried about them. –
- Is there a point behind all this chit-chat Minerva or we are just wasting time? –
- I just wanted to make sure both of you are fine. –
- As you can see… -
- Molly was also worried… -
- No need to be concerned Minerva, I may not be social butterfly but I certainly know how to deal with trauma physical and psychological. Miss Granger will be fine. –
- Is she that to you, Severus? Miss Granger? –
- That, Minerva, is none of your business. –
- It is my business, as your employer it is my duty to see that school rules are not broken. But, I am aware of the situation, and certainly do not desire to meddle between two consenting adults. –
- You force me to repeat myself, why are you wasting my free time? –
- For one I want to know can I count on you this year for Valentines dance? –
- It is my duty as a member of the staff. – he sighed – Not the one I enjoy, but none the less. –
- I could put you to the ballroom shift this year… - she sounded hopeful
- And risking mass deduction of point trough the houses? No thank you, patrol duty suits me fine. –
- Very well. –
- Is that all Minerva? I would like to return to my reading… -
- That is all, thank you for your time Severus. – her voice sounded heavy and rather sad. Watching her leave he sighed, he knew that Minerva tried to reach to him, ever since the war. He did not hold any resentment towards the woman for her behavior to him during the war, but he also didn’t want closeness with her or anyone for that matter. Hermione seem to breached trough the walls he carefully placed around him, but that was another day’s problem.
Current problems revolved, firstly, around fact he was just reminded of – Valentine’s Day…was he expected to give her a …gift? Is their…whatever they had…qualified as gift giving connection or not? The second problem was remaining time they had together and how to… Muffled cries reached him from the room, instantly he was on his feet and rushed to calm her down.
Hermione was tangled in sheets, crying, defending herself from something or someone. He, climbed to the bed and called her softly
- Princess… -
She cried in terror and curled in to the ball, mumbling incoherently. He touched her carefully, not knowing if physical contact would cause more traumas or to shush her, making shushing sounds. She backed away and he retracted his hand, swearing silently.
- Princess, you are safe. You’re safe. – he whispered, and cries turned to whimpers, her hands still flexed – You’re safe, relax. It’s just a dream. –
- Severus… - a stream of tears run down her cheeks and he leaned to her, careful not to touch he, whispering
- I’m here Princess, taking care that nothing bad happens to you. You are safe Hermione. – she stretched her arm and touched his face, lowered it to the shirt and grabbed a fistful of material, deeming it safe he encircled his arms around her and dragged her close to him. She clung to him, burying her face in his chest, cries turned in to inconsolable sobs. – Shhhh, it’s all right, I’m here. You are safe. My witch, my fiery witch... –
Finally, she stopped crying and calmed down, hugging him, tucking her head at his shoulder, nuzzling her nose next to his neck. He pulled her as close as it was possible and remain lying on the bed, rocking her gently, listening her breathing. So many bad decisions from the past, not only his, haunted him. “Merlin, what have we done? She didn’t deserve this, none of them did.” Squeezing her tight next to him, he sighed, he would give anything if he could save her from bad memories and dreams. She tightened her hold of him and smiled, sighing deeply, relaxing next to him. “We are hugging again!” the thought surprised him “I could get addicted to this.” Careful not to wake her up he snuggled next to her, inhaling her scent, just…existing in the moment…letting the time slip by them.
Later that evening, she finally woke up, raised her head blinking at him
- You had a nightmare. –
- So, you decided to snuggle. –
- It seemed to work. –
- And you stayed by my side because…? – her voice was soft and sleepy, making him shiver
- Because Princess, you have propensity to turn in to a Devils Snare once you get your grip on someone. – teased her – And, I didn’t mind, if that meant that you will get your rest. -
- You are original knight my good Sir. – she smiled
- If I can provide, at your service Milady. – she snuggled her face to his neck, not even attempting to entangle herself from him
- Can you make me forget? –
- I can obliviate you. – she giggled, slithering her hand to his abdomen
- I had something else in mind, equally effective. – she whispered in his ear, moving her hand even lower
- I can be of some service, I think… - he pulled her closer, dragging his hand beneath the shirt and pressing it on the small of her back
She tossed the covers and started to laugh
- I should heave guessed…Iron Maiden? Nice shirt… -
- I believe that Minerva do not share your enthusiasm. –
- Minerva saw you in this shirt? I wish I could see her face… -
- There is always a pensieve… - he found out that he liked this…new…teasing…cuddling…whatever this was. Her eyes smiled, then, just for a moment became panicky and shifted back to smile again.
- As much as I like your choice of … clothes… I want you out of it. – she kissed him briefly, tugging his shirt, he sat in bed to help her remove his and her shirt. She was undressing them almost frantically, but today he…had something else in mind.
Pulling her down on bed and leaning over her, capturing her lips, he let his hands roaming over her skin, grazing most sensitive parts but not directly touching them. Swatting her greedy lite hands away from him, for what he had in mind he needed all the strength he can muster to control his own urges.
- Severus….! – she whined impatiently
- Shhhhh Princes, let me show you something. – whispered in her ear.
Hermione shivered and relaxed, surrendering. His lips leached on to hers, in series of small shallow kisses, following the outline of her lips, lingering slightly at the corners. She started to breathe in broken gasps. His hands still roamed over her, causing sea of goose bumps to follow the trail his fingers drawn. Pulling back, he turned her so that she was leaning her back to his chest, her hands twisted to reach his hair, giving him full access to her breasts. Toying with erected nipples gently, until she pressed her behind to him. He grind his hips, allowing her to feel his erection, she moaned, low guttural moan, full of need.
Pressing his lips on her neck, licking on the sweetly pulsating beat, sneaked his hand to her folds, making small circular moves. She was beyond ready, slick from the juices her body profusely provided. Guiding one of her legs over his hip, he adjusted his position a little, and guided his shaft to her entrance, teasing her.
- Severus … stop toying…. – she cried between the moans, pushing her pelvis back at him.
He guided himself in her shelter, pushing slowly, allowing her to notice and enjoy the benefits of position. Albeit, this position could be bit uncomfortable but he did all he could for her, not to feel discomfort. From this angle, she appeared to be even tighter than she was, he could feel every ridge and fold inside, deep inside her. Hermione mewled at sensation, pushing toward him, pressing harder to his chest. He set a slow, but steady stroking rhythm, pulling back almost completely and going in to the hilt. One hand toyed with her breasts, the other played with, now, swollen and hardened nub, his lips never separating from the skin of her neck.
The sensation was maddeningly magnificent, her tightness and heat exquisite. She fisted his hair, scraping the scalp and he had to subdue the urge to go faster. “Don’t do that Princess, help me out here.” As she could read his thoughts, she stopped with scratching and just relaxed, mumbling and moaning, begging him to go faster. He could feel her muscles tighten, and he knew she is close. By now he was so attuned to her body that every tremor, every sigh was a guiding star, a tell-a-tell sigh how close she was or what she needed. Now, she was close, but he maintained he same rhythm as before, basking in the tremors of her slow building orgasm and her free, loud cries.
When her walls gripped him, in a frantic ripple, he hissed. She cried tensing her body and he stilled, letting her to relish in the feeling. Her orgasm seemed like it’s going to last forever, tremors and spasms waning just so that repeat with renewed strength. Through all this he just held her close, drawing the satisfaction from her pleasure rather than from his own completion. Finally, she relaxed in his arms and he pulled back from her. She looked at him with dazzled, unfocused eyes and smiled groggily
- What about you? – he just kissed her – I won’t have that… - she mumbled, shakily crawling down
- Hermione… -
- Shush, my turn. – she commanded with voice still raw from her cries “Merlin, she sounds soooooo sexy.”
Feeling her small hand squeezing the base of his member, he propped to elbows looking down at her. She was still unstable and weak but determined, pink tongue peaked trough swollen lips and she licked the tip, making him hiss. Hermione locked her eyes with his and continued to lick. Losing strength, he flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes, picture of Hermione eating that banana months earlier came to mind. What she was doing to him now, wasn’t much different; she meticulously licked every available part of the skin, cleaning the precum and her juices from his shaft. He growled, then moaned as she swallowed him, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth. Her mouth, wet and heated bobbed and sucked, her tongue flicking at ridges and folds, his hips buckled on their own accord. Few more strokes of her hand accompanied with bobbing and licking and he couldn’t hold it anymore, buckling his hips and releasing his load in her mouth. She finally released his sagging member and crawled back to him.
Hermione kissed him, tucking her head in to the crock of his neck, entangling her limbs around him and mumbled
- I could get use to this… - her voice trailing off as she drifted to slumber, he kissed her forehead whispering
- So do I love... -
Heaven Only Knows - Richard Marx
I watch the world go round and round
And my life goes by at the speed of sound
I walk the night
And I wonder just where I belong, oh
My heart is young, but my soul is old
I've never been one to do what I was told
My back to the wall
Is the only place I can feel strong, oh
[Chorus:]
Heaven only knows what lies before me
Heaven only knows what all my searching is for
All my life I've waited for a miracle
But I can't ask for anything more
I like to think I'm a faithful man
To resist desire, I do all I can
I hope to die in the arms of the woman I love, oh
[Chorus]
I've always wondered how to know right from wrong
Looking for a reason to replace what is gone
But somehow the road just seems to lead right back to me
[Chorus]
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