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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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A/N: This was supposed to be posted on the 9th, for Snape's b-day - but work and all the little RL things interrupted me until date slipped of to another day....well at least you know why is this chapter longer than the others.
Also, it is time to bring this to an end, so few more chapters to go. It is hard to write two stories at once (mistake I won't repeat anytime soon or ever), so I'm wrapping up this one before I return to the other story. :)
Fox: "I have a feeling (and you partially confirmed), that Severus will not stick to Jenny's advice very well." - Severus have a way of doing things at his peace and in his manner, maybe not perfect...but it can on occasion bring him to the goal line ;)
My Valentine

Hermione was bored out of her wits, she didn’t want to be here, little less to run and hide from persisting new DADA teacher, “respectable” Mr Tipit “Idiot!”. Self-proclaimed “authority” on Dark Arts “Mr “hero” who run and hid during the war, to another continent no less. Our first-years know more about Defense against Dark Arts than this this Lockhart-wannabe.” She could understand Minerva for hiring him, even if the curse was lifted; there wasn’t many of them lining up to be DADA professors.
She hid in the alcove and looked at the sadly hanging rose bushes, Severus already passed through that part of the garden – obviously. She smiled, something between them changed, shifted after that day at Burrow, after that night…
…when she woke up, the fire was low in the heart, he was reading leaning on the headboard of the bed and she was using his stomach as a pillow.
- We are snuggling again. – she blurted dozily
- If you qualify this as … snuggling. I am not overly familiar with the rules… - he peered at her over the edge of the book, then closed the book and place it at the bedside table, he looked uncomfortable…to her astonishment Severus Snape actually looked…uncomfortable. She sat next to him
- Severus what’s wrong? –
- What happened today … at the Burrow … - started with quiet, almost trembling voice, avoiding her eyes
- I am truly sorry Severus. –
- I am not talking about them knowing, I was referring to the Ronald Weasley’s behavior… how… how often…. –
- Ever since I left him. – she nearly sighed with relief – He insisted I don’t go for my NEWT’s after the war, in the end he had no choice but to play along. When I choose mastery, he lost it, insisting that I “call my wits” and just marry him. He actually used his mother as example of a woman I should be. It was a nasty brake-up; Harry kept it out of the media. Every now and then he tries to persuade me to marry him. –
- Do you want to? –
- Odd question from a man I had sex with just a few hours ago. –
- Perfectly sensible question, Princess. Sex and love do not always go together. You marry the man you love, not necessarily the one you have sex with at present time. – his face was clam and voice soft but emotionless, she wished for the millionth time for ability to read him.
- I agree, the thing is…I am not in love with Ron. I am not convinced that he is in love with me, any more than I am at him. Ron is a “news whore” and all the news predicted us as married, I’m spoiling his reputation with my refusal to do what everybody expect us to do. –
- What happens after you return to the Ministry? –
- He will continue. Ron is brilliant strategist, he is not stupid…at some departments…but he can be rather thick come to interpersonal relations and spoiled, selfish, prat. – she didn’t want to lie to him, but she did worry what his reaction might be. He declared her his in front of Ron, basically placing her under his protection… Her being protected by Severus could not end up well for Ron.
- If I may propose…after…you return to the Ministry, - she noticed that he avoided to say after their time is up – and you are still perused by the idiot, you may freely continue to claim… -
- Thank you, but I don’t think that would be necessary. However, I do appreciate the offer. – she kissed him on the cheek, fighting the tears away – I can handle Ron, most of the times. –
But, after that – they changed. There was more…intimacy, not just hot, mind-blowing sex, but real intimacy. They hugged, they kissed more…it started to look more like a real relationship than agreement…as they finally both agreed on unfortunate and heart-ripping term…
… - Ah, Miss Granger, there you are! – she shivered, her skin crawled at the sound of Mr Tipit’s voice – I was looking for you! –
- Why? – “I know you moron, that’s why I’m hiding.”
- I wanted to ask you to lunch… - “So, he finally found the courage…good, carts are on the table.”
- Mr. Tipit… -
- Please, call me John, Hermione. –
- Miss Granger to you Mr Tipit. I am not interested in lunch, dinner, breakfast, or any form of socializing with you. In fact, I am most definitely not interested to be seen or associated with a “glory hunter”. And I would appreciate if you stop pestering me. –
- And what kind of a man do you look for Miss Granger? –
- A real man, something of an extinct species these days. Honest, upstanding, true, loyal man, which would not seek me out just so he could sell me to the press for 1 minute of glory. – she spat – And that do not include you. If you excuse me. –
Storming out of the hall, she briefly stopped to notify Minerva that she has headache and leaving the party. She wanted to go early anyhow, Severus was on duty for another 30 to 40 minutes and she needed time to prepare, she had a special gift for him tonight.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Emerging out of the shadow, from the other side of the alcove wall, Severus sighed. He was glad to hear her brushing off that moron of an DADA teacher, but her words “honest, upstanding, true, loyal man” stung, he could not provide what she was looking for. Making another round trough the magically warmed garden, he blasted few more rose-bushes and deducted more points from various houses.
Making a third round he found Minerva waiting for him near the entrance to the Hall
- Severus…, may I have a word? – he nodded – It is almost end of your shift and I’ll ask someone to cover for remaining few minutes… -
- What is going on Minerva? –
- I am worried about Hermione. – she paused, but he continued to look at her not giving in to the urge to shake the answer from the woman – She complained about the headache and stormed off. –
- She was annoyed by Mr Tipit’s constant pestering. They had alteration near the garden wall, I happened to be near and hear part of argument. –
- Oh, my’! Is she… -
- Apart for headache, she is. Then again conversation with Mr Tipit tends to have that effect on all who have intelligence higher than an average pea plant. –
- Severus…! –
- Minerva, the man should go with a warning, if you converse with him often he may cause permanent brain damage or at least migraine. – drawled
- Yes…, well in any case…I would feel much better knowing that you are with her. – he looked at woman and nodded
- Very well, I will take the longer rout through the grounds and see if someone had…ideas…on my way. I’ll see you tomorrow Minerva. –
Turning on his heal, he walked away. Stepping outside the enchantment that warmed the gardens, cold winter air bit his overheated cheeks; he was in ankle deep snow. Pacing slowly towards the dungeon entrance over the idyllic field, which glittered like field of diamonds on the shy winter moonlight he wished that she is here with him. He wanted to share this…beauty…in front of him with her. Stopping in his tracks he grabbed handful of snow and melt it in his arms, rubbing the cold wet hands over his face and clasping them on the back of the neck. “You are just an old fool, deluding yourself. You accepted to be used, in two more weeks she will be gone. Gone from the school and gone from your life. Play the part as you meant to…” But last two weeks melted any reservation, any distance he might maintain between them.
Reaching his quarters, expected to see her in the living room, reading or pacing. She was not there. He went to the laboratory, maybe she tried to distract herself with work, but laboratory was empty as well. “Maybe she just wanted to sleep through the night.” He walked to the bed room, contemplating on how to give her a present, in the end he decided that he did wanted to give her something. So, he found her a book, very old and rare tome he knew she was trying and failing to find. He reached at his shadier connections, ones he knew she didn’t even reconsider. The book was concealed in his dresser drawer now. If she sleeps, maybe he will just leave the book next to her and let her rest.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione tried to draw deep breath, and failed. “This is torture contraption.” However, she was willing to endure the bite and the squeeze of corset, and tight grip of the choker “Rightfully called so.”, especially after she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She was accustomed to thong’s, even if she never saw them as valid piece of clothing. Her attire was accompanied with pair of silk muggle self-holding stockings, she just colored the sticky lace in to corset color with silver trim, and shoes Jenny gave her. Eighteen inch stilettos, she nearly broke her ankle trying to walk in them from the bathroom to the bed.
She heard him entering the quarters, walking around, looking for her. This was her last chance, the very last card she could play, and if she played it right then maybe she will gain footing for what she really wanted. So, positioned herself, same way she saw in one of the books, she sneaked out of his dresser the other day, and waited. He entered the room and froze, his hands flexed, his body twitched, his face was a mask, but his feet seem to be plastered to the floor. Her heart started to pound in her throat “Does he like it? Oh Gods, what if he doesn’t like it?” She forced a smile and almost whispered
- Happy Valentine. – he was still standing at the doorstep, petrified and mute, they just stared at each other for the longest of time, her face fell – I’m sorry, you… -
He was next to her in a blink of an eye, voice deep and dark
- You look gorgeous. – he kissed her – Hermione, we have to talk. – she felt like crying “It is over, I lost him.”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Walking in to the room he was…” Stricken by lightning, now I understand it…” Hermione was a vision, dressed in his house colors, even if he was fiercely loyal to his house, colors never played much of an importance to him, but this emerald green was pronouncing her pale complexion perfectly. Her perfect breasts fell over the edges of the underbust, slightly parted with the tip of the bask. Her thin waist, pronounced even more and her hips hidden with green and silver. She was embodiment of perfection. Green line of silk marked skin toned stockings and he could see her feet in high heel stilettos, those two items blurred his vision.
Forcing himself not to…overreact…clenched his fists, fighting his body’s urge to…” Merlin, give me strength.” His first impulse was to reach her, turn her over on all four, move the offending material and…just fuck her…over and over again, until she forgets her own name…or he forgets his. Breathing slowly, struggling to put himself under control, he just soaked picture in front. Finally, he could react at least semi-normal.
Only then he noticed an item in front of her and shallow, almost labored breaths she tried to cover. He made slight move, but then she whispered
- Happy Valentine. – he froze for the second time that evening “For me...She did that…for me?” No one ever tried to…, made an effort to…, no matter how misplaced her attempt was, she dressed like this…for him. All of a sudden, she looked immeasurably sad and her quiet voice trembled - I’m sorry, you… -
Moving next to her, fast, he swore silently. She surprised him so much so that he probably could pass as one of the statues in a hallway. Capturing her lips, murmured
- You look gorgeous. Hermione, we have to talk. –
- No, I understand, it was just…right…me being a silly and wanting to… -
- Hermione. – she stopped looking at him “You are bloody idiot Severus, stop tripping over your own words before you make her cry.” He took her hand and guided it over the intumescent material of his trousers, she blinked – You…just surprised me, rendered me speechless…which is feet on its own. You are gorgeous, a vision…but we do need to talk. –
- But…I thought that you… -
- Princess, you are too perfect, too gorgeous even without all this. Like this, there is no man who could resist you. I do…and…I will…later, but first we need to talk. And we need to get you out of that corset. –
- But I thought… -
- No matter how much I’d like to…having a partner who fainted due to a lack of oxygen…can be...anticlimactic. – she smiled weakly, he took her hand and guided her off the bed – So, I’m going to enjoy a different show. You will remove the corset, but you may leave everything else. – grazing choker with a finger he raised her chin – You will wait until I set myself comfortably on the bed, and then you will remove it for me…slowly…will you Princess. –
She nodded, swaying on her high heels; remind him on a foal learning to walk. Turning his back to her he finally let the silent sigh, now he understood her friend’s warning, they really need to talk. He propped the pillows and leaned on them, twirling the item she chose in his hand, giving her a slight nod. Allowing the heat, he felt, to linger in his eyes, she needed reassurance and he would be damned not to give her one.
He watched as she casted a charm, slowly releasing the silk cord on the back until she could easily unbuckle the corset, his eyes soaked every inch of skin that appeared, liberated from silk confinement. Finally, she slipped the corset off and place it on the chair, climbed to bed, wincing. He spread his legs for her to climb between and leaned her carefully on his chest.
- Does it hurt? –
- How did you …? –
- Because, corset will do that to you, especially if you are not accustomed to wearing it. –
- I can feel my bones move to their place, painfully. - she frowned and he chuckled, nodding – Too bad, I wanted to be… -
- Princess, you are beautiful without an effort, you do not need…additions…to make you pretty. And next time, please, talk to me…instead sneaking around and trying to learn about everything from books. –
- As if that’s gonna happen, me not learning from books… - she snorted
- I should restrict you access to my dresser. And, if you chose to talk to me, you would know…that this, - he twirled riding crop in front of her - I use to its original purpose, which is horseback riding. Even then, this is just for show; I could never hit an animal with this little less human being, and most certainly wouldn’t leave marks with this on your lovely skin. In case that you had other idea, Merlin help the one who raise a hand on me, with or without this in it. –
- It was not meant for you! – she rebelled and gasped almost instantly – It was for me…I…want to understand! And I’m not! – last words were almost a cry
- You are not, what? – she managed to confuse him
- Beautiful. I hide them as well, you know. –
- Hide what? –
- Scars… - she turned to him, cuddling a smooth skin of his neck - …I hide them too. You know I have them, jet you never questioned… -
- Neither did you… -
- Then you understand. – he nodded
- I do, and I don’t. I hide mine because they cause pity, at least the one that can be seen. –
- Mine is a brand… - she started
- Unlike mine. – he rolled the sleeve – I never glamour this, it is reminder… Yours… yours is a something you should wear with pride, Princess. They can hate you but they cannot touch you. –
- Sticks and stones…? –
- Something like that. – he kissed the tip of her nose – Tonight you will remove all your glamour’s. –
- And you…? –
- If you wish. – she nodded – Then we have agreement, but, before you run away screaming…If you want to understand, ask, and I promise, I’ll do my best to answer. Mind you that not all questions have…easily explainable answers. –
- All right… -
- Now you may choose…. Shall we play “20 questions” now…or… - he dragged his finger again around the rim of her choker – you…will…let...me… - the other hand drew the lines around the lace patterns on her stockings – unwrap…my gift. – he grinded his hips and now extremely painful bulge to her soft backside. She gasped and mumbled
- Later… - turning to him in to a kiss – Do promise me something… -
- What Princess? – he asked between kisses
- Don’t hold back, please. – he groaned, did she had any idea what she did to him, what she asked of him? Dressed like this…his self-control was hanging by the thread as it was.
- Only if you promise me something. – breathed, trailing a line of kisses down her belly
- I want to feel those heels on my back tonight, as you scream my name… - her breath was now fast and broken, he dragged his fingers long her spine, feeling her skin like a liquid silk flowing through his hands. She smelled of almonds and honey. – I want to feel you…fall apart…in my arms… - is teeth grazed the skin of her inner thigh just above lacy ending, dragging his tongue over the silk to her slender ankle, nipping the tendon above the heal, she moaned bucking her pelvis – time and time…again… - he repeated the move in reversed order.
Settling his shoulders between her legs, he caught skimpy silk with his teeth and pulled it lightly, letting it fall in to same place again, pressing it back with his nose, smirking at wet patch that got bigger by the second
- So, wet…for me… - continued. Her hips danced in the air, he crawled above her, not allowing her to press next to him, hooking her legs on his shoulders, making her follow his advance, bending her in half moon position.
- You know what to do…Princess… - he lightly bit one than the other nipple – come for me… - he whispered in her ear, sinking his teeth in a junction of neck and shoulder, grinding himself to her.
- Gods…. Sever……… - she screamed, soaking the silk and his trousers. With a wave of his hand he banished her tong and his clothes, still holding her legs on his shoulders; he rammed himself in her rippling, quivering channel. She moaned and her muscles danced again around him. Finally, letting go he slammed in her with sharp and fast moves, watching his member disappear and appear, glistening, slick from her juices.
Her hands sprawled, to give her balance and purchase. He leaned forward, changing angle and hovering above her. He could feel hitting her walls, but it seemed she didn’t care, she hooked her ankles on his back, smothering him with the squeeze of her thighs. She trembled again and moaned
- That’s it…Princess…I want to hear you…feel you…one more…. – he groaned, she did follow his instruction to the letter, even in sex. He hissed as her heals found support in his back when second orgasm hit her.
Her half-delirium mewls and moans, her attempts to impale herself at him, even in this crescent position drove him over the edge. He pounded her in to the mattress, hissing and growling her name through his own trip to the heights. Finally, they untangled, tumbling to the cushions, sweaty and panting, exhausted…suddenly, he realized…this was the first Valentine’s Day in his life he celebrated…
I owe you explanation - the song I named this chapter for, was my original inspiration...well...songs tend to change on player and mine started to play a song in my native language, one that I really like and which influenced writing. The song's name is (rough translation) Midsummer night's Torches (Baklje Ivanjske) and I don't have translation or skill to translate it (sorry!)
My Valentine - Martina McBride
If there were no words, no way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears, no way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You're all I need my love, my valentine
All of my life
I have been waiting for all you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And shown me how to love unselfishly
I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn't love you more
I will give you my heart until the end of time
You're all I need my love, my valentine
La a la la la
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
'Cause all I need is you, my valentine oh...
You're all I need my love, my valentine ohhh.
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