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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21969 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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Severus removed his cloak and tossed it over the back of his desk chair as he went to pour a glass of scotch. Hermione closed the door behind them and watch him carefully. She could see the tension in his shoulders and the arch of his back, but she could also tell that he was making his best effort to be mindful and relax.
“Would you like one?” He asked without turning to look at her.
“Yes, please,” she said as she walked toward him. He handed her the glass and she took a sip. The amber liquid coated her throat and instantly made her feel a bit heady. Severus took his glass to sit by the fire. Unsure if she should join him or give him space, Hermione took out her wand to light the candles around the room.
He took a sip as he watched her move around the sitting room, lighting candles one by one and sipping her drink. Each time a candle ignited, Severus was drawn to the warm glow it cast on her skin. He swirled the liquid in his glass before taking another sip.
Once the candles had been lit, she drained the contents of her glass and sat beside Severus. Placing it down on the table, she picked up the book she had been reading earlier. He watched her turn the pages absentmindedly. He took another sip of scotch and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he let his head fall back. Hermione glanced up at him once, then returned her attention to her book.
“I know that there is something you would like to say.” His voice cut through the silence in the room like a sonic boom.
“I don’t have anything to say,” she replied casually without looking up from her book. He opened one eye and cocked his eyebrow at her response.
“No? Since when does Hermione Granger not have an opinion?”
“Oh, I have an opinion. And thoughts. Many of them. But your comment was that I have something to say, to which my reply is that I don’t.” Her tone was gentle, almost too gentle for his liking. He sat upright in the chair and looked at her. She continued to peruse the book in her lap. “More scotch?” She asked.
“Yes,” he replied slowly and went to retrieve the bottle. She watched him as he walked across the room. He had yet to loosen his buttons, which Hermione found humorous. He almost always began rolling his sleeves and loosening his cravat the moment they retired to their quarters. Clearly he was feeling rather staunchly still. When he returned to pour a small measure into their glasses she quickly diverted her eyes back to the book. He left the bottle there and sat back down.
As several long moments passed, Hermione knew he was contemplating. She could nearly hear the neurons firing in his brain in the heavy silence that hung around them. She kept thinking of various things she might say to him, but she decided not to bother. This wasn’t her conversation to lead and she knew it.
The clock chimed the late hour and Hermione shifted in the chair to drape her legs over the arm and lean back. She stifled a small yawn and turned her page.
“Hermione,” his voice was a slow whisper and it rang through her like a heavy church bell.
“Hmm?”
“Are you busy?” His voice was gravely from the scotch and silence.
“No.” She finished the page and closed the book. Hermione waited for him to continue speaking but he didn’t. She sighed audibly and he took a small sip from his glass. Hermione stared at him as she stood and walked behind him. He tilted his head to the side as she reached over his shoulders to untie the stiff cravat. Severus shut his eyes and sighed inwardly, feeling silly when he realized how ridiculous it was that he was still wearing the bloody thing.
Once she removed the garment she unbuttoned the top three buttons on his Oxford shit . As she opened his collar she smoothed her hands over his shoulders and surprised him with a gentle kiss on the neck. He then received a second kiss right above the first, and then a third. Hermione placed gentle kisses on his exposed skin that felt like a massage to his tension-heavy neck and shoulders. The kisses traveled over Nagini’s scar and up towards his ear. He let out a deep moan when she gently sucked the lobe into her mouth.
When she stopped, his eyes were closed and his mouth hung open slightly. She walked around to the front of his chair and unfastened his right cuff. He watched her as she slowly rolled it up and tucked it to expose his forearm. Once the sleeve was loosened and comfortable she did the same with his left arm. When she finished she stood before him and he looked up at her with something unfamiliar in his eye. Did he look shy? Hermione smirked at the notion and ran her hand through his lank hair, brushing it back slightly.
He reached out to grab her low on the waist. His hand fell onto the cleft of her left buttocks and he pulled her between his splayed thighs. Hermione teetered, but regained her footing as he brought her in.
“I don’t think I tell you that I love you enough,” he said.
“You show me all the time,” she replied.
The corners of his mouth twitched in a small smile. “I don’t want to play Headmaster, but I don’t want to refuse either.”
Hermione caressed the side of his face. “Why don’t you want to do it?”
“There are a multitude of reasons that I don’t want to do it,” he sighed.
Hermione nodded in sympathetic understanding.
“However, I think I will accept,” he said. Hermione looked at him with surprise followed by confusion.
He rubbed her body gently with his hand. “Yes; even though I don’t really want to do it I also don’t want to not do it.”
Hermione’s confused expression spread. Her exclamation nearly made him chuckle.
“I have a lot of self doubt, and I detest being in the public eye, but I do feel confident that I can run this school in a way that would make both Minerva and Albus proud,” he explained.
Hermione climbed into his lap. “Oh Severus, I am so proud of you.” She grabbed his face and kissed him. He smiled between kisses at her enthusiasm. Hermione’s tongue swept across his lips which opened his mouth to her. Her tongue found its way into his mouth and he moaned as she deepened the kiss. She settled her legs on either side of him as his hands found their way into her hair. Sitting back slightly, she could feel his erection twitch between her thighs. She rubbed her center against him to illicit a carnal groan.
“Wicked woman,” he muttered as he struggled to remain in control of himself while her warmth radiated between them. She bit his lips slightly to confirm his sentiment. Severus’ hands moved up and down along her back until he finally lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in a swift movement, breaking their kiss momentarily before he captured her lips again. Her breasts were pushed up near his chin and they were tempting him. He fiddled with the clasp on her bra momentarily before discarding that article of clothing as well.
He pulled away from her kiss as her breasts sprang free. He kissed the top of each fleshy mound before moving his hands from her back to press her breasts together. He grabbed them roughly which caused her to throw her head back in an excited moan. Severus was rewarded when her ecstasy thrust her breasts even more closely to his face. The arch of her back and his firm grip made his mouth water.
He gently licked and sucked each nipple which caused her to writhe about deliciously in his lap. He bit back a moan every time her body brushed against his hardening cock. He was sure she was getting wet from this and he was more than tempted to intensify the situation. He pushed her breasts together even more to suck both nipples into his mouth simultaneously. She sucked in her breath and then moaned in ecstasy as he expertly mauled her sensitive flesh. The last thing Hermione could think of wasthe marks and bruises this onslaught would surely leave behind, but she didn’t mind. She was prepared to let him devour her.
His teeth nipped at her pert nipples as his cheeks hollowed and he sucked her into his mouth. Groans and whimpers fell from her lips as she resolved to let him take it all from her. Tenderness was developing in her sensitive flesh, but her arousal was too great to fight against it. The soreness that accompanied each bite and tug added to the wildness that became her.
He took a deep breath as he pulled away from her and nuzzled his face against her breasts as she wailed at the lost contact. Her breasts were sore yet she somehow wanted more. He gently rolled each nipple into his mouth again and sucked them lightly, feathering kisses across them, to slowly bring her down to earth. After a few minutes her breathing began to regulate and her fingers wound their way into his hair.
His hands moved beneath her thighs and he lifted her as he stood from the chair. She quickly wrapped her legs and arms around him to steady herself before finding that he was laying her down on the rug before the fire. She wiggled her hips to assist him as he knelt over her and pulled down her pants and knickers. When she was lying there naked before him, and warm in the firelight, he knelt over her and drank in the sight of her. Her breasts were pink and bruised. He swept the pad of his thumb across one nipple before grabbing her breast and kissing her ribcage, stomach, and hipbone.
Hermione shut her eyes and was breathing heavily as she twisted beneath him. Her hands were grabbing at the rug as he wrenched her thighs apart and buried his face between her legs. He inhaled the scent of her and she nearly screamed when his mouth captured her inner lips. He sucked her greedily before parting her thighs more so that his tongue might reach the depths he craved.
She was wet and he relished in the taste of her. When her whole body tensed he knew it was not time to slow down, which was good for him because the last thing he wanted to do was stop. Her hips lifted and her body spasmed so he used his right hand to pin her in place. She arched her back suddenly and her warm release flooded his mouth. He lapped at her greedily as a shuttering orgasm rolled through her body. As he finished licking the wetness from her body he used his right hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it and his undershirt off just as Hermione was beginning to regain composure and settle. She opened her eyes and saw the firelight refracting off the scars marring his flesh.
He pulled his mouth away from her and kissed up her body, unfastening his trousers as he went. He freed his stiff cock just as his mouth found Hermione’s and he slid into her silk channel. Moaning into her mouth as he filled her, Hermione arched her back to press against him.
They broke their kiss to greedily suck in air as his hips were rocking into her. He brushed her hair back as his face hovered near hers.
“Hermione,” his voice had a needy, gravely tone. “Hermione, open you eyes for me.”
His voice drew her in and her eyelashes fluttered open as she gazed at him. Her hips were rocking in time with his and she felt like she was swaying on a ship out to sea. As their bodies continuously met and melted into one she focused on the man above her with all of the intention she could muster.
She could feel wetness pooling beneath her. A combination of her prior release, her still dripping entrance, and sweat. She wanted to kiss him again but could only reach his shoulder. She leaned forward and strained to plant kisses along the scar on his neck. Severus closed his eyes and moaned at the intimate contact.
He could feel his body straining to stay in control. He was losing his ability to focus. Her gentle kisses were pure ecstasy and he felt he might explode. He took her left hand in his and brought it above her head. Then, he took the right hand and placed it next to the other. He held her hands down firmly.
“Are you ready to come again for me, my girl?” His hips began whipping against her with earnest. Incoherent nonsense and a subtle nod of the head was her reply.
Hermione was effectively glued to the spot under him. His body began moving earnestly in and out of her. The entire length of his bulging shaft pummeled her and her body was twisting beneath him.
“Uhh yes, let go for me. Oh Gods I’m going to come,” Severus moaned through gritted teeth. He cried out when he erupted inside her and Hermione groaned in agony. The sensation of being filled with his throbbing cock and flooded with his seed sent her flying over the edge. Her body pressed up against his pulsing shaft and she moaned as her back arched against the floor.
Severus collapsed on top of Hermione. Both of their breathing was ragged and shallow. Slowly the fire warmed their sweat slick skin and Severus managed to pull the weight of his upper body off of her. His hips remained firmly planted against her as his cock began to wane inside of her.
“Gods be damned,” he muttered as he took deep breaths. He swept his hand across Hermione’s stomach. “Are you alright?”
Hermione nodded slowly as she brought her arm across her forehead. Her eyes were closed and he knew she would fall asleep where she was. He pulled out and laid beside her on the rug. Propped up on one arm, he trailed the fingertips on his opposite hand across her flushed skin before tucking her into the crook of his arm.
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