A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 27 ~ Something In the Air Tonight


Hermione lay in her bed beneath the lowered torchlight, her nightgown drawn up around her thighs, one hand between her legs the other massaging her own breasts through the silk of her garment. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back into the pillow as she sighed, working her fingers back and forth. Occasionally she murmured words.

“Oh Professor…yes…touch me there, and there…and there,” she breathed, her eyes closed, envisioning the wizard’s pale face, his dark eyes watching her hungrily.

She didn’t know that Severus had entered the room and now stood at the end of her bed, looking down on her undulating body, listening to her calling his name, fantasizing as she touched herself, wishing he was the one whose hands were moving over her body.

The Potions Master’s eyes drifted over the young witch. She was no child. Her curves and her scent were all woman…young woman…but woman still. He watched as she moved her glistening fingers between her labia. Her pussy was trimmed, small and pretty…what he could see of it, and she had rather large breasts, the hardened tips pressing again the fabric of her nightie, forming tight peaks. He was responding.

He couldn’t help responding as she pled with his phantom self to take her…to fuck her hard.

“Dear gods,” he thought. The journals were nothing compared to this. Nothing.

The wizard knew he should leave, he shouldn’t be drawn in…but how was he to leave her like this, leave her when his cock was so hard and swollen that it ached for her softness?

Before he could stop himself, he said in a low voice, “Miss Granger…”

Hermione thought her fantasy had taken a turn for the better. She could almost hear the Professor’s silky sexy voice.

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“Call me Hermione,” she breathed, throwing her head to the side and fingering herself more ardently. Her eyes were still closed.

“Hermione,” the wizard breathed.

Suddenly, Hermione opened her eyes. That sounded a bit too real…but she didn’t stop what she was doing. Her eyes drifted down to the end of the bed and she saw Severus staring down at her.

She stopped masturbating, but didn’t lower her nightie…staring at him. Was he really here?

“What can I do?” he asked her softly.

“Everything,” she breathed, still in a daze…still caught up in her fantasy. She wasn’t sure if she were dreaming or not…but if she were dreaming…she didn’t want to wake up.

Severus stared down at the witch.

“I am not the man you imagine,” he said quietly.

Hermione began to realize the Potions Master was really standing in her bedroom, really gazing down on her with desire in his eyes. He wanted her…she could see it, feel it as wave after wave of heat washed over her.

“I’ll take the man you are then, Professor,” she said softly.

The Potions Master hesitated, for a moment…just a moment.

“Very well then, Hermione,” he said, beginning to unbutton his robes.

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In his bed, Ron flipped over to his back, his pajama bottoms riding low on his hips. He snorted again as sleep slowly began to lift. He rubbed his nose and turned over on his side, attempting to fall back into lala land.

Dobby began pacing the living room a bit apprehensively as he felt Ron waking up. This could not be good. Not when the Snape and Hermione were about to engage. Harry was dead to the world, having no idea what was going on behind closed doors at Godric’s Hallow.

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Severus removed his robes and let them fall to the floor, revealing his tented black silk boxers and pale, sinewy body. Hermione drew in a breath as she looked at him. Slim but muscular, his body hard. Small scars criss-crossed his abdomen, marks received from the Dark Lord.

Severus then toed off his boots, his eyes never leaving the witch lying before him, her eyes shining with excitement. He had never had anyone look at him the way Hermione was, her eyes devouring him. Slowly he knelt on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

“Help me, Professor…help me get you out of my head,” Hermione said to him as he moved forward and eased on top of her, lowering his body carefully on to her soft body. The wizard felt the young witch’s arms wrap him, clutching him tightly, almost desperately.

“I will help you to the best of my ability,” he said, kissing the witch, tasting her for the first time.

Gods she was delicious. The wizard let out a few groans of pleasure as he deepened the kiss, Hermione moving beneath him, her pelvis pressing upward. She hadn’t felt his erection yet, or his size. But she would. She would.

The Potions Master allowed everything to recede to the background. Albus’ death, the mission, Voldemort…everything except the luscious young witch under him, kissing him hungrily, her body hot and begging for more. He ran one hand down her side and over her thigh, reveling in the softness of her skin, the fresh scent of youth, of innocence.

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Ron flipped over again…groaning and humping the bed a bit. Gods, he didn’t want to get up but felt compelled to. His blue eyes fluttered open, but he lay there hoping that sleep would return.

Dobby moved to the head of the hallway, his round eyes shifting from Ron’s room to Hermione’s room nervously.

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Brought to the breaking point, Severus stopped kissing Hermione.

”You are sure you want this, Hermione?” he asked her, “I am not ‘boyfriend’ material. There will be no courtship or even acknowledgement of this night. It is just a moment…a very weak but beautiful moment.”

”A moment I’ve been waiting for,” she breathed back at him, “yes, I want this.”

Severus stared down at the young witch, then suddenly shifted, yanking down his boxers and without ceremony, pressing the huge head of his cock against the witch’s entrance.

Hermione gasped and arched at the feel of his hardness pressing against her apex.

”Oh gods,” she groaned.

Suddenly Severus pulled away from her.

”Do you have your wand?” he asked her.

”Yes, on the nightstand,” she replied.

”Do you know how to cast a contraceptive spell?”

If she didn’t, he would have to go get his wand and do it for her. He didn’t want a child.

Hermione reached over to her nightstand where her wand rested. Severus slid over and watched as the witch pressed the tip of it under her navel and whispered the spell. A red orb of light appeared and sunk beneath her skin. She put the wand back and the wizard repositioned himself on top of her, once again pressing the head of his cock against her. Severus could feel the resistance of her hymen, and his chest tightened somewhat. He would be the first wizard to be intimate with her. He would have to be gentle but strong.

“Hold on to me, Hermione,” he said softly, “There is a bit of pain before the pleasure.”

Hermione stared up at Severus. His face was sober, his dark eyes even darker with desire. She felt the scars on his back beneath her fingers and caressed them for a moment in sympathy.

Severus chose that moment to thrust into the witch hard, breaking through her maidenhead and stretching her over his girth and length with a groan. She was wet, and he slid in easily though the witch cried out. Severus bit his lip as pleasure washed over his entire body, even down to the soles of his feet as her sleeve closed around him, soft, wet and alive.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, falling still as Hermione clutched him, her eyes wet. Gods, he felt so hard, so fulfilling…he was here, inside her, wanting her. She was part of him. The witch began to shudder.

“Don't resist,” Severus said silkily as he began to move, “Let it caress you,...whisper to you,... murmur to you, as the force in me comes flowing into your flesh.”

Hermione let out a cry of delight as the wizard began to fuck her, his deep, resonant voice thrilling her as much as the feel of him parting her, his cock piercing her over and over, deeper and deeper as his pale body rippled over her. They were one now, she and her beloved Potions Professor. Her dark hero. No, he wasn’t cursing her, or slapping her or taunting her…but damn…he was good all the same. She loved it…just the same.

Severus felt his need come down on him…the witch felt like a haven, a sweet living haven, a place beyond his troubles, a safe port beyond his pain and his sorrows. She was life and he needed to feel alive.

Severus began to drive into Hermione hungrily, his back hunching as he sought every inch of her, the witch crying out, gasping, hissing, her voice shrill with passion as he took her more the way she dreamed and it was…was incredible. He hit a spot that curled her toes and Hermione let out a cry, Severus jerking in reaction as he was whipped toward his peak

This power made you cry out in agony,” he breathed passionately, still with her, holding back…wanting Hermione to orgasm around him before he released. Their mutual groans of pleasure filled the room as they partook of each others’ bodies freely, hungrily for all they were worth.

Suddenly, Hermione began trembling in earnest as the wizard hit that spot again and again, her body seeming to tighten in upon itself, her moist tunnel tightening around the hot, stiff pole of flesh possessing her body. Severus hissed as he felt her approaching climax and focused his stroke.

“There…and there…and…THERE!” he gasped, driving deep inside the witch, slamming into her cervix and holding himself there, groaning as Hermione exploded over him, liquid fire pouring over his cock, her pussy clenching and pulsating around him. He couldn’t hold back any longer and lifted himself up on his hands and began fucking her strongly, flying toward his own release, tearing into the witch until he too drew up into a small, tight ball of bliss, then blew with a guttural cry, his seed pumping into her sweet, clutching orifice.

”Yesssss. Yesssss!” he hissed, straining into her, his dark eyes burning into Hermione’s own as she received him.

They rode out their orgasms, locked together in ecstasy, Severus raised on his hands above her, his dark hair a curtain around his face as he stared downward and Hermione arching upward, her mouth slack with pleasure as she gazed at the wizard of her fantasies. It seemed like an endless moment.

A moment that was shattered.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! GET OFF OF HER YOU PERVERT!” Ron screamed at the top of his lungs, charging the startled Professor and diving on him, both wizards tumbling to the floor as Hermione screamed.

“I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Ron hollered, doing his best to try and pound the Potions Master.

Severus recovered from his shock and quickly dispatched Ron with a powerful right cross to the chin, the red-haired wizard’s head smashing into the wall. He was knocked out cold. Severus pushed him off of his body, stood up and pulled up his boxers which were now down around his calves. He looked at Hermione, who was sitting up in the bed staring at him with her hand over her mouth. She had pulled down her nightie the moment Severus was knocked off of her.

“Not quite the dismount I envisioned,” the Potions Master said, walking to the end of the bed and picking up his robes. He put them on and began buttoning them up.

Harry appeared in the doorway, wand in hand, Dobby beside him.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he asked, looking from Hermione to Severus. He couldn’t see Ron because the bed was blocking him. But the whole room smelled of sex.

Severus finished buttoning his robes and slid his feet back into his boots, working them a bit.

“Just a private moment between myself and Miss Granger that was…interrupted,” he said silkily, looking at Hermione again with a glint in his eye. Then he looked at Harry.

“I’ll just show myself out,” the dark wizard said, “Good night, Miss Granger.”

”Good night, Professor,” Hermione said in a small voice.

Severus walked past Harry and Dobby, up the hallway, through the living room and out the front door. He disapparated to the moors. He needed to scourgify himself before returning to Voldemort, who could smell pussy a mile away.

Harry looked at Hermione with a frown.

“What the…” he began, then he heard a groan.

He walked into the room and around the bed to see Ron lying against the wall, moving slightly.

“Ron?” he said, dropping to one knee and gripping the wizard’s chin. It was badly bruised. Ron opened his eyes, a look of fury in them.

“He raped her, Harry! That fucking dungeon bat raped Hermione!” he hissed.

Harry turned toward Hermione, his face terrible.

“What!” he shouted at her, “And you didn’t say anything?”

”Harry…Harry wait…wait. Ron’s wrong,” Hermione said in a soft voice.

Ron sat up straight.

“I’m not wrong…I saw him on top of you Hermione! I know what I saw. He had just finished raping you!” Ron declared, “Don’t fucking protect him!”

Hermione looked from Harry to Ron, then sighed. She’d have to tell them.

“Professor Snape didn’t rape me, Ron. He was giving me what I wanted,” she said softly, “Something I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Ron and Harry just looked at Hermione, not knowing what to say…

At first.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked the musical accompaniment “In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins with some Rickman dubbed in. I matched the dubs with the dialogue in this chapter hoping it might add a little something to the story. I hope it worked. Thanks for reading.