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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: Another quick chapter for all you lovely loyal readers. Plenty more smut to come. Plus, of course, a few more twists ;)
Sal05: I like your idea of Hermione the superhero. There are also references to one of my favourite animated movies—Tangled. I wonder how her powers will evolve?
Severus1snape: 200 chapters? I think that would kill us all - but kind of you to suggest that you would keep reading.
DawnEB: Thanks for your kind review. I loved the Book-gasm comic strip – exactly what I had in mind!
LeWyKi: Good points you make - is a curse defined by your perspective or its action/effect? A happy New Year to you too.
OracleObscured: Your review made me laugh and think as usual. I’m really not sure about the number of chapters. It has gone on much longer than I originally anticipated already. I agree, the last one cut through a great swathe of plot but I wanted to get on to the juicy bits. ‘Who needs expensive serum when you can just fuck your way to younger skin’ – OMG, classic. ‘Bobbitize’ – it took me a little while to get that – how could I ever forget lovely Lorena. Finally – ‘I don't like being so exposed, but I don't like holding this all inside either’ sums it up perfectly. I gave a great sigh of relief after that.
Chapter 21
Hermione turned up to breakfast in the Great Hall for the first time in two weeks and, by the time she found her seat, had drawn so many stares that she was feeling decidedly uncomfortable. How bad must she have looked before if a bit of skin rejuvenation was enough to cause this sort of reaction?
“You have to tell me what you’re using,” Ginny hissed in her ear as she sat down. “Or who you’re using?”
Hermione smirked. “I don’t think you’d want either,” she replied. “Actually you might but you’re not having them.”
Ginny raised her eyebrows, knowingly. “Don’t tell me it’s some sort of Snape cream,” she whispered.
Hermione bit her lip, trying not to laugh. She trusted Ginny not to tell anyone about her relationship with Severus but she still didn’t want to acknowledge too much detail, even in secret.
“Anti-wrinkle semen serum?” Ginny continued, allowing a spoonful of milk to trickle into her porridge bowl.
It was too much. Hermione shrieked with laughter, drawing even more stares.
“Hey Granger!” Hermione swivelled in her seat to see Draco leaning towards her, surrounded by a legion of leering Slytherins.
“You’re not looking half bad these days. I’d even do you—as long as you didn’t speak.”
There was a lot of over-laughing by those around him.
“I’d rather do Filch,” replied Hermione. “And you’d be used to your sexual partners not speaking. How’s your blow-up witch going?”
The Gryffindors around her, and some of the Slytherins who couldn’t stop themselves, laughed in response.
“The witch is good.” Nodded Draco amiably, playing along rather well she thought. “You should come around and see her some time, I think you’d enjoy her blow up broomstick.”
There were more lascivious sneers.
“And just for the record. I’d rather do Filch too,” he added.
It wasn’t a bad comeback but she swivelled around as quickly as possible, rather than acknowledging him.
“As long as Harry wouldn’t rather do you, I don’t mind how stunning you get.” Ginny bit into an apple.
“I don’t think Harry would even want to talk to me any more, let alone do anything else.” Hermione grimaced. “I owe him a big apology. Where is he?”
“I think he and Ron have some last minute Arithmancy homework to finish.”
Hermione had been given an exemption from some of her school work by Professor McGonagall, but she knew she was going to have to knuckle down and limit the significant distractions in her life if she was going to finish off the year with the academic results she needed.
***
“Why are you so good at sex?”
Hermione was lying on Severus’ bare chest in his capacious bed, which had turned out to be as comfortable as it looked.
“Am I?” he responded mildly, his hands behind his head and his biceps bulging like creamy slabs of camembert.
She recognised the jaw clench that divulged his efforts not to smile and slapped his stomach, causing him to clench the muscles deliciously.
“Enough of the false modesty.” She trailed her finger down the ridges of his muscles toward the plain of his pubic hair.
He sighed and put his arms around her.
“It’s not something I care to dwell on—from a time in my life I’m not proud of.”
She knew exactly what he was referring to and found herself stroking one of the many scars on his torso, as if she could somehow soothe away the pain of the past.
“Why don’t you ever glamour your Mark?” she asked, touching the twisted blight above his wrist.
“Because I don’t want to forget,” he said.
She understood that too—not to hold on to the pain but to enhance the contrast—providing a backdrop from which to appreciate the light and good.
Then she noticed something. “Severus?”
“Mmm.”
“Look at this.”
He lifted his head to see what she was referring to. Her palm was hovering just above his torso and very fine threads of blue light were flickering between her skin and his. He sat up further, propping himself on his elbows. The scarred tissue beneath her hand was changing, transforming, like a burn in reverse. After mere seconds it had disappeared.
She looked at him uncertainly. Maybe that was another mark that he didn’t want to lose. And now it was gone—forever.
“I don’t need that many reminders,” he said, reading her expression perfectly. “Heal away my little healer.” He brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them, feeling the same magic pulsing through his lips as when she had ridden him that last night in the infirmary.
Then he leaned back and watched as she worked her way over him, like a welder repairing a tin man. But this time, rather than the Wizard of Oz, it was a little bushy-haired witch that had finally given him a heart.
***
“Severus?”
“Mmm.”
She was still flushed and sweaty from the lesson he’d just given her on the detailed anatomy of female genitalia.
“You remember Mr Harris?”
“The James Bond wannabe?”
“Hey, I thought that too!” She sat up. “I didn’t know you watched Muggle movies.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” An inscrutable spark danced in his eyes.
He didn’t even need to look enigmatic. He was. She could question him forever and she would still find him mysterious. That was part of the attraction.
“Anyway, when you were talking to him you told him that we were exploring and experimenting. Do you remember?”
“Of course. I also told him we were fucking. Poor Minerva looked like she’d swallowed the Snitch.”
Hermione smiled but then her lip slipped between her teeth and she started nervously curling a lock of hair around her finger.
“What is it?” He prompted, rubbing her shoulder.
“That’s what I want to do,” she said quickly, unwilling to prolong her obvious discomfort.
“Exploring and experimenting?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
She looked at him blankly. “Fine?”
He nodded.
“Oh, okay.”
She lay back on the bed. That had been a little easier than expected. “Can I suggest something first?”
“Sure.”
“I want you to fuck me in front of a mirror. I want to watch everything that happens.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Erised?”
“No!” She answered more vehemently than she’d intended.
They lay in silence.
“Can you tell me why?” He gently massaged her scalp with his fingers.
Her breathing laboured, as she was clearly struggling with what she wanted to say.
“Because . . . because I don’t want to know who you see in there instead of me.”
She suddenly burst into tears.
He sat up and pulled her onto his lap, turning her face to his.
“The reason I suggested Erised is that I knew exactly what I would see. I would see everything as it is. There is nothing that I desire more than you.”
She stared at him through her tears, quite unable to fathom his words.
“And what would you see?” He gazed at her, into her.
She shook her head numbly.
She knew exactly what she would see but she also knew that he wasn’t ready to hear it.
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