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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21947 -:- 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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After dinner was finished and the dishes had been washed, the fire was burning down to embers while Hermione curled up on the sofa under a soft throw blanket. Severus returned from the kitchen with two refilled wine glasses and, while handing her one glass, sat beside her. She accepted the glass and thanked him.
Dinner had been lovely. As they ate together Severus and Hermione both reflected upon how much they enjoyed cooking the Muggle way and that they should make it a point to do so more often. They polished off a bottle of merlot and popped a second before migrating to the couch. As he returned to his place on the couch, he lifted her feet to shift them into his lap.
“When I was younger I always thought I’d get married,” she said aimlessly and took a sip of her wine. “I thought I would have a child or two as well. I haven’t thought about that in a long time though. Other things started taking over and becoming more important.”
Severus watched as her finger ran along the stem of the glass. She gazed at her wine pensively for a long moment before taking a second sip.
He squeezed her foot tenderly. “When I was younger I thought the same thing,” he said.
Hermione was surprised by the comment, but she controlled her reaction. In all the years she had known him, particularly the years when she was his student, she would have never imagined his as anything other than a solitary creature. Obviously she knew that he needed her now, but she couldn’t imagine a young Severus Snape wanting to share his life with someone.
“I always pinned you as a bit of a recluse,” she said casually.
“Yes, but, remember you met me after I had already resigned myself to a life of solitude,” he said as he stroked the arch of her foot.
“Why did you stop wanting it?”
“Lily.”
Hermione took another sip of her wine, feeling as though they were entering uncertain territory. She knew about Severus’ feelings for Harry’s mum, but it wasn’t something they had ever talked much about. She was unsure of what to say so she waited, and he continued on a sigh.
“I don’t think I stopped wanting it, but after everything that happened with Lily I gave up on it. She was the only person to ever care about me, and I ruined it. When we were kids I could paint this picture in my mind of my future and it always had her in it. But that didn’t happen,” he took a sip of his wine. “It didn’t happen and I told myself constantly that it would never happen. A self fulfilling prophecy perhaps, but regardless it is what happened.”
Hermione stared at the glass in her hand. This was one of the few moments in her life that she was truly at a loss for words. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand, she understood perfectly, but she simply didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t emotional as he spoke, but she knew the various memories brought him pain. She could see it all over his face no matter how hard he tried to conceal his feelings. She knew that he had not felt worthy of love and that being loved was something he still struggled with.
“I really thought Ron was going to be the one. It just made sense,” Hermione began. “Then he abandoned Harry and I in the woods and, well, you know about that,” she gestured as he watched her. “When he finally decided to come back I just couldn’t get over it. I was so disappointed in him. Anything that I thought made him attractive before that was fleeting. What made it worse was that he assumed we were going to be together. I couldn’t take it.”
Hermione took a sip of her wine. Severus was soothingly rubbing her foot but he was also eyeing her carefully. “When I started visiting you at the hospital he was irate. I think with time he did begin to understand. He was just so bloody entitled...he just expected to have me.”
“Expectations are the easiest way to find yourself disappointed,” Severus said cooly.
Hermione chuckled ironically and brought the red wine to her lips. She spilled slightly and a small trickle of wine ran down her chin. Severus swept it away with the pad of his thumb before grabbing her chin and kissing the remaining sweet spill from her lips. As his lips met with hers, Hermione felt the electricity between them pulling her towards him. She felt heady as he deepened the kiss and she unfurled her legs from his lap. Sitting up on her knees, she leaned over him while one of his hands rubbed the bare skin at the small of her back and the other made its way into her hair. The kiss was controlled, but passionate. When he broke away Hermione was panting and wistful for their contact.
Severus smoothed her hair back as he looked into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling more rapidly with her heightened sense of need. He enjoyed the way her cleavage was pressed against him and heaving and making her budding arousal evident. Severus finally broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I’m glad that it didn’t work out,” Severus smirked as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “You always needed someone a bit more intellectual.”
Hermione laughed and thought to reply, but instead bit her lip before reigniting the passion of their kiss. As she roughly brought him into the kiss, she swung her leg over his lap to straddle him. As she settled into his lap he pressed her firmly against him which created delicious friction between her legs. After a few moments she could not stop herself from rocking her hips against his big, growing erection. Just when she thought she might loose control and rub herself to orgasm, Severus pushed her hips away to steady her. He nipped her lip as he growled at her.
“If you don’t stop right now, girl, I’m going to come in my trousers,” he ordered in a gravely tone. His voice made Hermione feel as if she was melting.
He suddenly stood up with Hermione in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her legs and arms around his body as he supported her weight. He carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom. Hermione felt deliciously vulnerable under his intent gaze. His eyes took on an animalistic quality and she knew she was the prey he sought to devour.
He placed her on the bed and removed her pants and knickers in a barely controlled flourish. She lifted her hips to assist him and Hermione heard him inhale the scent of her arousal. She was wet from rubbing against his cock on the sofa and she knew he was drinking her in. He crouched between her thighs and rubbed his nose against the cropped pubic hair covering her sex before opening her legs wider and kissing her exposed clit.
Hermione squealed when he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth. She planted her feet firmly on the bed to expose herself fully to him and within moments he was lapping at her entrance and separating her lips with his expert tongue. She shut her eyes and began to quiver as he dove deeper into her center.
Before long he needed to wrap his arms around her thighs to steady her as she twisted and spasmed while approaching her orgasm. It was obvious that Severus had no intention of stopping before her delicious releases coated his face. Hermione was always struck dumb by how much time he spent pleasuring her and how much he enjoyed her taste. The sound of her wet cunt filled the room and was soon accompanied by a deep, throaty moan as she exploded. He held her body firmly while he lapped at the moisture and road out her orgasm with her. Once she was panting with exertion he still couldn’t bring himself to stop. Her body was shaking as he finally began slowing. He kissed her inner thighs before peeking up at her through heavily lidded eyes.
He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. As the garment fell from his shoulders to expose his beautiful, marred flesh, Hermione tried to steady her breathing but failed. He deviously cocked an eyebrow at her as he unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the floor and Hermione inhaled sharply as the sight of his erection straining in his briefs. She imagined that it must be uncomfortable and sat up to attempt to remove them.
Severus stepped back away from her reach. Hermione looked at his with confusion and caution in her eye. They stared at each other until he smirked and swiftly clambered over her, aligning his bulge with the sensitive space between her legs. She arched against the bed in bliss as he pressed against her. Finally he ran his hand up her side, along her armpit, her extended arm, and clasped the fingers on his right hand with hers. Rough and impassioned kisses fell along her collarbone and neck as she squirmed against him.
He pulled himself up on his knees suddenly and took her with him. He pulled her shirt over her head and unclamped her bra, letting it fall away. Laying back down on the bed, he thoroughly kissed her chests and breasts.
Hermione’s arm fell across her forehead in agonizing bliss. “You’re too good to me,” she muttered as he sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He smirked with the taut bud between his teeth then pulled away. He stood between her legs and snaked his hand beneath her hips. As he pressed her, she realized he was turning her over. She rolled to her stomach and heard the sound of him sliding his briefs to the floor.
Severus climbed over Hermione and aligned his body with hers, leaving no space between them. She was pinned against the bed and his face was mere inches from hers when he slid his arm between her bare skin and the bed to encircle her neck. He held her close and she felt secure, needed, and slightly immobile beneath his grasp.
She lifted her head slightly in an effort to see more of his face but her ability to move was severely restricted. As she arched her back slightly Severus turned his head to meet her lips. She was straining against him and could only kiss him momentarily before her head fell back to the bed.
Severus pulled his hips back slightly and used his free hand to align his hard member with her pussy, which was still sodden from her release and his saliva. He easily slid between her lips and slowly made his way to her core. As he firmly planted himself inside her they both released guttural moans of pleasure and fulfillment.
Once he was placed as deeply inside her as Hermione believe he could go, he seemed to wiggle slightly and his hips pressed her into the mattress. Her legs separated a fraction of an inch more and she cried out when she felt him graze her cervix.
“You’re ok,” he murmured as he smoothed her hair back from her cheek with the hand that was wrapped around her body. “Take me.”
Hermione swallowed and nodded as he subtlety rocked inside her. He stayed buried and moved steadily as her body accepted him. She felt equally relaxed and as if her body was on pins and needles while he filled her with agonizingly deep and languid strokes.
Severus finally felt her relax in his arms. He was certain that she hadn’t realized it, but her breathing slowed and her muscle tension released and she grew accustomed to the deep mix of pleasure and subtle pain he was giving to her. She certainly had adjusted to the pressure his arm was placing on her delicate throat.
He thrust into her and held his hips still. She moaned as he opened her, put pressure against her neck, and accommodated him. She shuttered and breathed deeply in his arms when he kissed the side of her face.
“Do you know anything about the lithop plant?”
Hermione opened her eyes. “I’m sorry?”
“The lithop plant. Have you heard of it?” He slowly rocked his hips as he let the question wash over her.
“No. I can’t say that I have.” Her voice had a slight edge.
Severus tightened his arm around her and quickened his pace slightly. “The lithop plant is basically a stone. It looks like a stone anyhow. The pebble plant. They are native to Botswana and various parts of Southern Africa.”
It was quiet for a moment. “Why are we talking about plants, Severus?”
He chuckled into her hair as he stroked her inside. “Lithop is used to brew several emotion concealing potions. It means stone-face. It looks like stone, but it isn’t.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’ve always liked the lithop plant. People don’t know what it is so they dismiss it. But then they see it bloom and...”
“Yes,” she utter suddenly as she pushed back against him. “You know I’m yours,” she said on a deep sigh.
He furrowed his brow in confusion. “I’m talking about myself,” he explained.
“Maybe so. But you’re also talking about us.” She swiveled her hips and, while taking over a bit of control, elicited a deep groan from him. “And if you were to ask, the answer would be yes.”
“Ask you what?” He was unsure what she was getting at or if she was even coherent.
Hermione sighed. “I think I’ve always been a pebble plant. Foolishly unsuspecting at first glance...” Hermione bit her lip and suddenly smothered all of the candles in the room as well as the fireplace in a flourish of intense wandless magic that took Severus’ breath away. In the pitch darkness his lips found hers while the scent of smoke, burnt wax, and embers filled the room.
She rocked her hips around his cock. “Unsuspecting as first, but actually incredible as hell.”
“Fuckkkk,” Severus moaned as she enraptured him with her words and the rocking of her hips. Feeling as if he would explode, he tightened his grip around her throat.
“You. Are. Mine.” He growled as he whipped his hips and prepared to let himself come deep inside her.
“I already said yes,” she breathed as he moaned against her hair and his hot seed flooded her body.
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