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A Gift Returned	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3-Unexpected Confessions
A little too deep and regular, in fact. She sighed, realizing that he had fallen asleep. Well, she noted wryly, in that respect he didn’t seem too different from any other man she had been with. At least, he wasn’t snoring. Yet.
It was strange, she mused, to have him sleeping peacefully behind her. So many times as a student, she had been taken by surprise by his sudden appearance behind her in the classroom or a corridor. If she were to be honest, his refusal to acknowledge her own scholastic prowess due to his exaggerated Slytherin bias had been one of the biggest disappointments at school. And she had intensely disliked him during that unfortunate year that she had developed that idiotic crush on Professor Lockhart. During the rest of her time at school, however, he had increasingly intrigued her. Even though she deplored his teaching methods in general and his despicable manner towards Neville particularly. And if he had ever given her praise or encouragement, she told herself, she might have more easily forgiven that horrible remark about her teeth.
She moved her head slightly and caught sight of his left arm that lay curled above her head. She studied the white cuff showing beneath the black edges of his jacket and robe, and only then realized that while he had stripped her naked, he hadn’t removed a single layer of his clothing. And, as the fire was swiftly dying, she was certainly at a disadvantage at the moment. She shivered suddenly in the cold, and the movement was enough to rouse him from his slumber.
"Mmmm….." An indistinct rumble from that dark, rich baritone voice of his. She felt him stretch languorously for a moment and then she smiled as his hand moved slowly up her body from her thigh to her shoulder. His hand curled around her abundant hair and played with it for a moment before he brushed it back and moved closer to whisper in her ear.
"Where’s your bed?" He wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled against him, grateful for the added warmth.
"In there," she replied, pointing towards the door at the back of her office. "Why?" she added teasingly.
"Because I am too damn old to be fucking on a cold stone floor," he answered peevishly. In a moment he had risen to his feet and was bending down to help her up. That chivalrous gesture was immediately negated by the fact that he then rather roughly pushed her with both his hands towards the bedroom door.
"Are you always this obnoxious, or are you making a special effort with me?’ she taunted.
"I am sure my past lovers would declare I’m being an absolute saint tonight," he retorted.
Hermione’s ancient cat, Crookshanks, looked up from the bed, obviously annoyed at the intrusion as they entered the room. "Sorry, love, it’s a nice comfy easy chair for you tonight" Hermione crooned as she swept him up in her arms. Snape regarded the feline with a faint distaste and was rewarded in turn by a loud hiss from the cat as Hermione passed by him. "I wouldn’t do that, dear, he’s been known to spit back," she whispered to the feline as she set him on the chair. With a disgusted sniff the cat yawned, gave a few perfunctory scratches into the expensive upholstery and curled back to sleep.
By the time she returned to the room, Snape had lit the room with the soft light of several candles and she noted a delicious, intoxicating trace of incense in the air. The covers of the bed had been carefully turned down. He was still standing, carefully placing his wand within easy reach on the bedside table.
"Paranoid, aren’t you?" she asked derisively.
"I prefer to be cautious," he replied, with much more seriousness than she would have expected.
She sprawled on the bed, her legs parted and knees slightly raised and gestured to him to join her. He smiled and crawled onto the end of the bed and in a moment she felt him sliding between her legs, his hands reaching out to embrace her again.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she chided. Raising her hands suddenly to his chest she forcefully pushed him away. "On second thought I think it’s about time you undressed for me."
He raised his eyebrows and regarded her sardonically. "Is that an order?"
She shrugged. "You’re the one who’s been giving orders all night long," she replied lazily.
"If you insist," he replied, pushing himself away from her and arising from the bed.
She turned unto her side and propped a pillow under head. Slowly, deliberately he divested himself of his several layers of clothing, pausing to fold or drape each piece over the chair standing in the corner of the room. His only sign of embarrassment was when he removed his shirt, and even in the dim light she could catch the faint outline of his Death Eater mark, still indelibly imprinted upon his left forearm.
She marveled at how pale and soft his skin looked, particularly in stark contrast with the jet-black hair that covered his arms and legs and massed around his formidable prick. She was also rather surprised to see how sturdy his bare chest looked-he had always seemed so thin and gaunt when dressed in his perpetually dark garments.
"Well, Miss Granger," he said when he finally stood completely naked in front of her. "Do I meet with your approval?"
She chuckled. "I would say, Professor, that for an older man you are remarkably fit." She glanced pointedly at his rapidly hardening cock. "With an extraordinary amount of stamina."
In a moment he was on top of her again, his mouth taking possession of her once more. Glorying in the delicious feeling of his now bare skin upon her, she hungrily reached to touch his strong back and chest. Supporting himself on his hands, he prepared to enter her again and she responded eagerly, aching to have him in her again. She twined her legs around him and let her fingernails dig lightly into his back as he stroked. It may not have had the urgency of their first joining, but there was a certain intimacy in this position that had been lacking the first time. How wonderful to be able to watch his face, to have those black eyes staring at her with passion and obsession instead of coldness and scorn. She could be certain now that he wanted her, that he was not just venting a long pent-up sexual energy or taking revenge upon her for her previous cruelty. Their orgasms this time were delightfully simultaneous, and he collapsed, exhausted on top of her. She lay still, gently stroking his long, straight black hair with her fingers. She heard him sigh in blissful contentment, and then he raised his head and gave her a long, tender kiss. To his surprise, she reached up to stroke his large nose gently and a moment later she had drawn the tip of her tongue teasingly over it.
"Lavender Brown and I once had a discussion about you," she challenged.
"Indeed?" His eyebrows were up again.
"Yes, one night in the Gryffindor common room there was a heated discussion regarding the rumor going about that wizards with long fingers and big noses tended to be amply endowed in other areas." She purred softly as she felt the remnant of his erection press into her stomach. "And Lavender said that if it was true, your dick had to be about three feet long."
"I assume you will feel compelled to owl her a report that she was, alas, wrong."
"Actually, Ginny Weasley would probably be interested to hear that also."
"Ginny Weasley?"
"Yes, poor thing. She was in the common room, too and blushing so hard her face was redder than her hair. She didn’t go to Potions for two weeks. Kept throwing up at the thought of it."
"Afraid I was going to display my wares to her?"
Hermione giggled. "Well, you know there was a firm belief among most of the students that you had the ability to read minds. And the poor thing was sure she wouldn’t be able to look at you without thinking about it."
He snorted. "I suppose you can assure her on that issue also." There was a just a hint of anger in his eyes as he continued. "If I could read minds, I surely would never have accepted that damn book from you." He moved his weight off of her, pushing off to the side, but keeping one leg lazily draped on top of her.
"Ah, yes the wonders of intentional distraction. I was sure you’d be so naturally suspicious of Sirius or Remus that it would take you a while to figure out it was I who had done it. But, it worked all right in the end, didn’t it?" she countered.
He scrutinized her carefully for a moment. "And is it my imagination, or are your teeth just a tad smaller than they had been after Madam Pomfrey treated you?"
"As long as she was going to be trouble of shrinking them, I thought I might as well end up with something a little more manageable." She laughed again. "But, speaking of such things, I might as well tell you that I had thought of doing something else to you."
"I shudder to think of what else your evil little mind is capable of."
"Well, you see rather than having you live up the label of ‘biggest asshole’, I did toy with the idea of making sure I could call you the ‘biggest prick’ I’d ever known." She glanced down again at his crotch again, and stifled a giggle. "But, I must say, you do have that distinction on your own without needing my help in the matter."
"Really? I would have thought if large noses were a prerequisite that Mr. Krum would have given me a run for the money."
She sighed ruefully. "No, I think his was artificially large due to the extraordinary number of times he had broken it playing Quidditch. Plus, he had the mental prowess of a flobberworm. The one time we did make love, I called out his name in passion, and I apparently broke his concentration." She furrowed her brow and mimicked: "Vat, vat dit you say, Her-my-o-ninny?"
He snickered and reached down for the blankets. She snuggled happily against him as he drew the covers around her neck. She was surprised to see that he showed no intention of bolting for the door. She leaned over and checked the clock on the bedside table.
"Oh, crap!" she muttered. "Three o’clock." She sighed. "I’m going to have to get up early to finish my report."
"What report?" he murmured drowsily. He looked close to sleep again.
"We have a staff meeting at 8:00 tomorrow, remember?"
He shrugged and placed an arm under his head.
"And it’s very important to me that I do well and show McGon…Minerva that she made the right choice in hiring me," she continued.
He yawned. "Still obsessing over everything?"
"Did you really think I was know-it-all and a show-off?" she challenged.
He gave her a very thin-lipped smile. "I dare say that if you had been in Slytherin, you would have been my prize pupil. Since you were a Gryffindor, you were merely a pain in the ass."
She huffed and turned away from him.
She felt him kiss her shoulder. "Good night….Hermione"
She refused to acknowledge him in any way. He sighed, stared up at the ceiling for a moment and then moved his hands slyly to tickle her.
"Ack!" she shrieked. "Stop it, stop it," she giggled, unable to control her laughter.
He forced her on her back and continued tickling her. "Not until you say good night to me."
"All right, all right." She finally managed to grab his hands. "Good night." He waited, flexing his fingers. "Severus," she added, savoring the feel of his name on her lips.
He leaned over to kiss her on her forehead. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax as he continued downward. He kissed her left, than her right eyelid, the bridge of her nose, and her chin. She lifted her head and felt him travel down her throat to her collarbone. There he detoured off towards her left shoulder, than traveled up her neck until he nuzzled her ear. For a brief moment, his lips traveled back down her neck and he hesitated for a moment, flicking the skin softly with his tongue and then suddenly pulling his head away.
He felt her hands on his neck, turning his face towards her. Her eyes were open again, and very sad.
"I know, Severus," she whispered.
His whole body stiffened and his eyes were suddenly evasive. "What do you know?"
She pulled him towards her. He responded, rather reluctantly.
"I guess this is a night for confessions," she sighed. She stroked the side of his face softly. "My second year at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and I were making a Polyjuice Potion-"
He looked at her quizzically. "In your second year?"
She shrugged. "I was a show-off after all. Anyway, we needed some ingredients like boomslang skin and…" she hesitated.
There was immediate comprehension in his eyes. "So you broke into my private stores."
"Yes," she admitted. "And while I was there I saw this large collection of vials containing what I thought was dragon’s blood."
"I see."
She could feel him pulling away from her again. "Severus, I truly didn’t know what it was or suspect anything until years later when I was serving an internship with Professor Lafferty," she pleaded, throwing her arms around him. "One day, he asked for my help in preparing a special potion. He told me that it was a special compound of chimpanzee blood which, combined with other powerful ingredients and various charms would allow a vampire to survive without having to drink human blood. I recognized it at once, of course, but I have never said a word about to anyone. I swear it!"
For a moment, she could feel him still struggling to release himself from her hold. Then a shudder ran through him and he suddenly relaxed in her arms as if he were extraordinarily weary.
She stroked his hair again and kissed him on the forehead. "Does anyone beside Dumbledore know?" she asked.
He sighed. "I believe that others have their suspicions, but my former Death Eater compatriots are the only ones who know for sure."
"You must be remarkably strong to survive as well as you do," she marveled. "How long has it been since you’ve tasted human blood?"
"Not since I left Voldemort’s service," he replied.
She gazed down at him thoughtfully. A moment later she moved her head, exposing the left side of her creamy white neck to him. With her hands, she urged his face upward.
Their eyes met for a long, silent moment.
"Are you sure about this, Hermione?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, Severus." There was no hesitation.
He rose up and brought his lips down in a long, warm kiss upon her neck. His hands entwined with hers and she held her breath. The bite came an instant later. Not as painful, but deeper than she had expected it to be. A brief feeling of warmth as the blood began to trickle out. Then his hungry mouth upon the wound, sucking hungrily, but gently. He moved on top of her, and she wound her legs around him.
The End….Maybe
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