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This Is The Way The World Ends.	By : tulipsaside Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7312 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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27- Part Two. - This desire is creeping up heavy.

�You daub your perfume here don�t you?� whispered Severus, as he kissed Hermione delicately beneath her ear.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering close as he inhaled; running his nose lightly down her neck.

�And here?� he asked kissing her near the base of her throat. He could feel her swallow against his mouth as he slid back up the other side of her neck to her opposite ear.

�Like a necklace.� he said before kissing her lips.

Hermione smiled and reached up for his face, �You are a brilliant kisser.�

�I am a quick study,� he smirked.

Hermione�s eyes furrowed, �I�m the first one to have kissed you?�

Severus leaned back from her, �Why is that surprising? Do I look like the sort to have hordes of woman petitioning for my affection?�

Hermione watched him for half a second before moving in close to him.

�I think you are very handsome,� she whispered.

Severus made a noise of scepticism and crossed his arms over his chest.

Hermione leaned against him, �No honestly, I find you very attractive. More than that, you�re exceptionally intelligent,� she stroked her fingers through his hair. �and incredibly passionate, intense even.� Hermione brushed the pad of her thumb across his eyelids. �and above all,� she uncrossed his arms and put both her hands to his chest: one on top of the other, �you�re a remarkable man, who I am grateful to know.�

Hermione leaned forward to kiss him, her lips barely brushing against his when Severus closed the distance swiftly his mouth merging with hers and his tongue revelling in her warmth.

�How many dorm mates do you have?� she asked him breathlessly.

Severus� eyebrows rose high on his brow, �Two, but Lestrange never sleeps there, why?�

Hermione smiled, a slight blush rising to her cheeks, �Take me to your room, Severus.�

This time his eyes widened and his mouth slackened as he watched her stand and reach down for his hand. Severus stood quickly, leading her towards a staircase to the left of them. He headed up one flight of stairs before turning to the right and opening a heavy door. He motioned for Hermione to wait there while he went inside.

�Rosier! Evan!� Severus called harshly.

�Snape, what do you want?� said a sleepy voice from underneath a pile of covers.

�Sleep down stairs for the rest of the night and I�ll do your Potions homework for a week.�

Evan peeked his head out from under his blanket, �Even essays?�

Severus nodded once, impatiently.

He seemed to take Severus at his word and swung his feet out, grabbed up his pillow and blanket then headed for the door.

�Nice doing business with you, Snape.� he said giving Hermione a nod as he passed her at the doorway his blanket wrapped snugly around his shoulders as he left.

Hermione shut the door after him, her hand stilling on the door. Slowly and timidly, she turned to Severus.

�Which is your bed?� she asked, her hands fidgeting in front of her.

Severus pointed to the bed in-between where they were standing.

Hermione gave him a soft smile and took a step nearer to him reaching out for his hand, threading her fingers through his, and keeping her gaze towards the floor.

�I�m a little nervous,� she whispered.

Severus stayed silent but shifted closer to her, his eyes transfixed on the exposed skin of her neck.

Hermione brought his hand up to her mouth kissing his knuckles.

�Your hands are very smooth, except here.� she turned his hand, palm side up, the tips of her fingers caressing over his coarse skin. Hermione reached for his other hand, holding them out in front of him, admiringly. She placed a kiss against both palms before returning them to his side.

Hermione raised her head to meet his gaze. Slowly she began loosening her tie, pulling it from her neck and draping it on the edge of his bed.

She turned back to him her mouth worrying her lips between her teeth.

�Do you not--.� she stopped. �Was this too fast?� she asked, taking a step back from him, her hand restlessly messing about with her sleeve.

Severus closed the distance between them his hand stilling hers.

�No.� he barely breathed the word, though Hermione felt the warmth of his answer blow across her neck.

�I�ve never done this before, Hermione.� he whispered, his voice low: soft.

She looked up to him, �Neither have I.�

�Then we will teach each other.� he said, his lips sweeping across hers, and his hands unfastening the buttons of her shirt. Severus let his fingers graze the skin of her chest, pushing her blouse over her shoulders, kissing down her arms as he pulled the fabric from her wrists.

He folded the shirt gently across the bed, circling behind her and sweeping her hair away from her neck before stooping to place a kiss at the bottom of her hairline. Severus let his palms trace up and down her arms, across her back, letting his fingertips touch every bit of her skin. He listened intently to her breathing, every inhale and exhale, every hitch in her breath telling him what pleased her, what made her skin prickle. He studied her; memorized her.

Severus turned to face her, his eyes taking in the swell of her breast, the curve of her belly, the patch of tiny freckles just above her waistline.

He looked to her, keeping his eyes fixed to hers. �You are exquisite.�

Hermione smiled modestly, closing the distance between them and reaching for Severus� shirt. She slipped her tiny hand in between his draping hair and neck; kissing him on the skin just above his collar.

�I see your affinity for buttons stemmed from childhood,� she said laughingly before undoing his tie and the top two buttons.

�Buttons?� Severus choked out his voice slightly higher than his usual timbre.

Hermione ignored his question and undid the next two buttons exposing more of his skin that she dutifully traced with her mouth. She made quick work of his shirt showing it the same appreciation as she laid it neatly on top of hers.

Hermione turned back to him, relaxing in the heat he generated. Taking in his outline in the low light of the room. She seen how lean he was, and how tall, thinking his uniform made him seem diminished: weighed down even.

Hermione noticed Severus watching her tensely. She smiled, stepping in closer to him her arms encircling his waist and letting her headrest against his chest. She listened to the thump of his heart as she let her hands roam across his back, down his shoulder and along his right arm before returning to his neck. She turned her head, intent on lavishing his left side with the same attention when she stopped- Hermione reached out to the smooth skin of his forearm; it was pale, unblemished by the Dark Mark she knew him to bare in her own time. She bent his arm at the elbow bringing it to her lips, letting her mouth sweep across his skin; blinking back tears.

Severus buried his hands into her hair, kissing her soundly on the lips before leading her towards the bed.

Hermione raised herself onto the mattress keeping her gaze focused on Severus as he stood over her. She pulled him in close to her, her face coming level with his navel. She let the flat of her palm run across his stomach before bringing her nimble fingers to the buttons of his trousers.

Severus� breath hitched the moment her skin touched against his, just above the fabric of his pants. Hermione lowered his trousers over his hips, down his thigh, letting them drop to the floor in a heap around his feet. Severus bent to retrieve them from the ground before folding them across the end of the bed. He stood straight in front of her, his hands gangly at his sides.

Tentatively: experimentally, she let her fingers brush against the bulge beneath his pants. Severus� knees buckled, his arms reaching out against the bed to steady himself. He gave Hermione a wicked grin.

�You�ll be my undoing,� he hissed.

He kept his head down, his face barely touching the top of her knees, breathing in heavily, before he planted a kiss against her leg. He let his hands clasp lightly against her calf, moving his hands up and down her skin, before removing her shoe one foot at a time.

Severus let his eyes follow the path of his hands from the tip of her toes, to her shins, up towards her knees, until finally stopping at the bottom hem of her skirt. He glanced up questioningly at Hermione.

Hermione reached for the buttons on the side of her skirt, sliding them from their fabric catches before nodding to Severus.

A gleam pulsed through Severus eyes as he slowly slid his hands up under her skirt, feeling the warm skin tingle under his touch before moving to grasp the material.

Hermione used his shoulders to help lift her hips, letting Severus pull her skirt down her legs. She watched as he piled it on top of their growing mound of discarded clothing. A shiver ran through Hermione at the ravenous look on his face. She reached for him, pulling him towards her as she reclined back against the bed.

She felt his weight collide against her, his breath sweet and hot against her cheek, the down of his legs brushing against the sleek of her own, and his hair tickling her collarbone.

�Show me how to touch you, Hermione,� he murmured before slipping his lips against hers.
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