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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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41- Lodi Dodi
They walked hand in hand through the throng of people at the Burrow. Hermione felt almost entirely naked, and she had the urge to hide behind Severus every time they stopped to talk to someone. Her plug was nestled in her bum, cutting her normal stride to a prim stroll. Maybe that’s best when you’ve got no knickers on, she told herself.
Most of the crowd stared at them in open shock, whispering as they passed. She could take that; it was an understandable reaction. Severus led her over to Ginny and Harry then stood in the shadows as she greeted all her friends.
Ginny reached in her pocket and pulled out a badge. “Guess who’s taking over as Head Girl and Quidditch Captain.”
Hermione hugged her. Ginny would make an excellent Head. She was good with people and wouldn’t let the power turn her into a different person. “You deserve it.”
“How’s Snape?” she asked, spotting him lurking under the nearest tree, an invisible forcefield keeping every passerby at a distance. “He doesn’t look too bad off.”
“He’s much better. Better than better in fact.”
Ginny poked Harry in the ribs; his discussion with Dean and Seamus about Auror training cut short. Ginny whispered to him, and he looked around at Hermione and smiled. “Tell Snape he’ll have to suffer through the night; I haven’t made any special cake for him.”
Ginny kissed his cheek and took Hermione’s arm, pulling her away from the group. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked with a conspiratorial grin.
Hermione glanced back over her shoulder at Severus, who was leaning against the tree with his arms folded, looking sour. One thrust indeed. “Yes, I can. But you know Severus goes poking around in my head sometimes. He might find out.”
Ginny nodded. “If he finds out, tell him to keep his mouth shut.”
“Okay, what is it?”
Ginny pushed her behind a plot of overgrown bushes where they couldn’t be seen. “This.” She pulled a thin gold chain from her shirt, and Hermione’s eyes widened when she saw the diamond ring looped over it.
“Ginny!”
“Shhh!” Ginny said, waving her hand. “No one else knows.”
Hermione lowered her voice. “Is that an engagement ring?”
“He asked me before anyone got here. We’re going to wait until I graduate of course. You’ll be my maid of honor, won’t you?”
Hermione felt as if she were in an alternate universe. “Yes. That’s . . . oh my God . . . I mean . . . I’m so happy for you,” she finally got out then hugged Ginny. “This makes my news sound tame by comparison.”
“What?”
“Severus asked me to move in with him. And I said yes.”
A slow grin spread over Ginny’s face. “Have you told your parents yet?”
Hermione shook her head. “They don’t even know I’m seeing anyone. Have you told your parents yet?”
“No way. We thought we might tell them around Christmas.”
“Does Ron know?”
“Not yet. But I think Harry’s going to tell him tonight.”
“When will you have the wedding?”
“Right after school’s out. Why wait, right?”
“What do you think your mum’ll say?”
“Well . . . she loves Harry, so . . . she’ll probably just say I’m too young.”
“How did he ask you?”
Ginny smiled. “Took me behind the shed and got down on one knee. I thought he’d lost his marbles until he pulled out the ring.”
“Behind the shed?” Hermione said, laughing. “That seems apropos.”
“You should take Snape out there later. Maybe it’ll give him some ideas.”
“He has enough ideas.”
Ginny tucked the ring away with a snicker. “So I’ve heard.”
“He told me he loves me,” Hermione whispered.
Ginny’s eyes went wide. “Nuh uh!”
“And he’s told me every day since.”
Ginny peeked around the bushes at him. “He really said it? Out loud?”
Hermione nodded as she looked around Ginny’s head. “Yes. Out loud. I should go rescue him. He looks miserable.”
They sneaked out of the bushes, and Hermione gave him a sweet smile as they got closer.
“Where have you two been?” he asked.
“Talking,” she answered, slipping her hand into his.
“Hermione says you two are shacking up,” Ginny said with a broad grin.
Severus rolled his eyes. “Must you two discuss everything?”
Ginny and Hermione looked at each other. “Yes,” they both chimed.

- - - - - - - - - -
“Does Severus look different to you?” Minerva asked Molly.
They were both spying from the kitchen window. Molly narrowed her eyes, studying the couple. “It’s hard to tell in this light.”
“I didn’t think she’d stay with him this long,” Minerva sighed.
“She seems quite happy,” Molly said, sounding bewildered by the thought of it. “Ron says she spends most nights at his house since he was attacked.”
Dumbledore shuffled in from the front room, startling them both when he spoke from just behind them. “I heard she went to Azkaban and killed the man who did it with her bare hands,” he said in a gossipy whisper.
Minerva hid her eye roll. “Honestly, Albus. How long do you think this is going to go on?”
“I’ve told you what I think,” he said, shuffling toward the backdoor. “You didn’t like hearing it then, and I doubt you’ll like hearing it now.”
“Go find out how they’re doing. I’m worried about her.”
“I’m not,” he said with a cheery smile. “If she looked any happier, I think she’d explode. See you two outside.” He waved and stepped out into the backyard.
“I’m going to go ask her myself,” Minerva told Molly. “I hope Albus is right, but I’ve taught with Severus for over a decade, and he makes Acromantulas look friendly. I need more than a smiling face to put my mind at ease.”

- - - - - - - - - -
“Oh, Merlin,” Severus muttered. “Keep sharp. Here comes Minerva.”
Hermione turned from Tonks and Teddy and smiled brightly at her Head of House. “Professor! I missed you.”
McGonagall was taken aback by the beaming warmth. “Well, thank you, dear. I missed you as well. How have you been?”
“Great. Super busy. Did you see the petition I got them to post in the Prophet? All the CRW posters you see in Diagon Alley were my idea too. We’ve gotten loads of support and interest since then.”
“Yes, I did see,” Minerva said, smiling at the girl's enthusiasm. “You do sound busy.”
Severus squeezed Hermione’s hand. “She wants to know how you are with me, love.”
Hermione regarded McGonagall. “Why didn’t you just say so? We’re doing very well.”
“You look . . . happy.”
“More than happy,” Hermione assured her. “In love.”
Severus almost burst a rib holding in his snort. Minerva looked floored (which wasn’t a look he saw on her too often).
Tonks caught Remus’s gaze across the yard. You’re missing it. Get over here.
Teddy waved at Minerva as if he were worried about her. “Buh Muh?”
“I’m sorry, dear. Did you just say you’re in love?”
“Yes.” Hermione smiled, amused by the older woman’s expression. “In love. With Severus,” she added before anyone asked her to clarify.
“Are you certain?” Minerva asked.
“Never been more certain.” Hermione beamed up at Severus.
Squeezing her hand, he deadpanned, “Stop, you’re making me blush.”
Remus slid in next to Tonks, trading a cup of punch for Teddy. “Hello, all. What’s Minerva looking so vexed about?”
Tonks couldn’t stop smiling. “Hermione’s in loooove with Severus.”
Remus dodged Teddy's waving hand. “Is she?”
“That’s what she was just telling us." Tonks sipped her punch as she kept her eyes on the show playing out before them.
“I’m very happy for you, Hermione,” Remus said, giving the young girl an encouraging smile. “You as well, Severus.”
McGonagall shook her head. “He hasn’t said how he feels.”
Severus kept his gaze steady on Minerva. “She knows how I feel about her. I never knew you to be so intrusive, Minerva.”
She sputtered. “Intrusive! I am concerned about Miss Granger. And rightly so it seems. If you’re just leading her on, Severus, I’ll make you the sorriest Slytherin to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts.”
“Have the party games begun already?” Dumbledore asked from the sidelines.
Tonks nodded. “One declaration of love, one threat of bodily harm,” she muttered, giving him the tally in a stage whisper as he took the spot next to her.
Albus clasped his hands together. “How exciting. Which is which?”
Tonks snorted.
Severus answered for her. “Minerva thinks I’m leading Miss Granger down the road of degradation.”
Hermione smiled. “The declaration was mine.”
“Very romantic, Miss Granger,” Albus whispered loudly then turned to Tonks. “What was Snape’s response?”
Severus pinched the bridge his nose. “Snape’s response is that you should all mind your own damn business.”
“Severus,” Minerva sighed. “You have quite a questionable history. You must see how this looks to everyone. We’re all just concerned about Miss Granger. If you honestly care about her, then say so and put our minds at ease.”
Severus looked around the small audience they’d attracted then back to McGonagall. “If you must know, I am very much in love with her,” he answered in a cool tone.
Hermione didn’t see any of the wide-eyed stares; she was too busy smiling up at him.
Severus looked down at her dopey grin and his lips quirked into a half-smile.
Dumbledore took Minerva’s arm, snapping her out of her shock. “Does that put your mind at ease?”
Minerva looked from Albus’s tittering twinkle back to Snape. “Well . . . yes, it does. That was . . . I had no idea. I apologize, Severus.”
Snape didn’t say anything in return; he just nodded as if he’d been expecting it.
“Well,” Dumbledore said with a pleasant smile, “this has been exciting. I wonder what we’ll see next.”
“I’d like to speak with you if you’re free, Albus," Snape said.
“Then let’s walk,” Dumbledore replied. “Or sit. Just standing about makes my feet ache.”
Snape kissed the top of Hermione’s head and murmured, “I’ll find you in a bit, love. Don’t forget the rest of our deal.” He set off with Albus, leaving her in the center of the ring.
Minerva took Hermione's arm. “If you don’t find me too intrusive, I’d like to hear about your summer, Miss Granger. And,” she continued, dropping her voice, “I’m very curious what Severus is like at home.”
Hermione smiled and started toward the nearest clutch of folding chairs so they could sit down. “I don’t mind. He’s actually very sweet.”
“Oh, I’m not missing this,” Tonks muttered to Lupin, following them.
No one noticed Fred and George making a beeline for Harry and Ron. By the end of the night, every single person at the Burrow knew that Hermione had said she loved Snape . . . and that he’d said it back.

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus pinched his chin, trying to decide how to go about asking his favor.
“What is it, Severus? After that scene back there, I can’t imagine there’s anything you can’t say.”
Snape sighed. “Would it be an issue if Miss Granger lived with me at Hogwarts?”
“Have you asked her?” Dumbledore asked with a smile.
“Yes.”
“I take it she accepted.”
“Yes.”
“How lovely.”
“So is it a problem or not?”
“Well it’s certainly not with me.”
Snape relaxed.
“There could be some complainants among the board of governors, but I expect I’ll be able to smooth that over. We’ve always allowed spouses to live at Hogwarts if they so choose, but . . . you’re not even engaged. Are you?” Dumbledore asked, stopping suddenly.
“No.”
“Ah,” he said, walking again. “Well, times change. I say when love blooms, water it.”
“It could wind up in the papers,” Snape warned him.
“It could, yes. But Miss Granger is rather well-liked among the community. I don’t think that last attempt to smear her name went as planned. I heard the Prophet got more hate mail than you did.”
“She has to go to university during the week.”
“We’ll set up the Floo for her. That’s nothing.”
Snape nodded. He could almost feel her smacking his arm and see her pointed look admonishing his silence. “Thank you.”
Albus was glad his beard hid his grin. Hermione was rubbing off on him. “It’s my pleasure. Is that what you wanted to talk about?”
Snape stopped next to the edge of the field. They’d walked quite a distance from all the other partygoers. “What do you know about talismans?”
Dumbledore looked over at him, his curiosity piqued. “A fair amount. You don’t get to be my age without picking up a bit of information on just about everything. Anything in particular you’re pondering?”
He didn’t know how much he should reveal (or indeed how to put some of it into words). “I made Miss Granger a talisman, and she, in turn, created one for me.” He held up his hand showing his ring. “Have you ever heard of talismans . . . working off one another?”
They started along the property line, walking slowly beside the field. Dumbledore glanced at Snape's creased brow. “Working off one another? In what way?”
“That’s a complicated answer.”
Albus nodded. “I have time. Do your best.”
Snape sighed. “Hers is an amber pendant. When I touched it with my hand wearing the ring, it glowed.”
“Interesting,” Albus muttered. “What else?”
“It felt like an electrical current spread through us. Both of us.”
“Very interesting,” Albus said to himself. “Tell me, were both the talismans made with matching components?”
“Excluding the types of stones, yes.”
“Sexual in nature?”
Am I that obvious? “Yes.”
“And were you . . . sexually engaged when these sensations started?”
“Yes.”
Albus nodded. “Talismans are very fickle. The ones the Weasley’s sell in their shop probably wouldn’t protect you from a papercut, but there are many factors that can influence a talisman’s power. The magical ability of the creators is, as with most magic, incredibly important. The more powerful the witch or wizard, the more powerful the talisman. But far more important, and the downfall of mass producers, is intent. If the talisman is made for love, its power is exponentially increased.
“Sex-based magic is also very fickle. It can add an unforeseen boost to all branches. It can also have unintended results. Some catastrophic. The chemistry between the two parties can be the difference between a successful endeavor and a calamity. Combining the volatile nature of talisman creation with the highly variable addition of sexual magic is a recipe for uncertainty. What happened next?”
“I . . . we . . . It was very intense.”
“Physically or emotionally?”
“Both.”
“In a positive way?”
“Yes. Very. When we stopped to rest, she informed me that my injuries had vanished. It seems we both experienced some level of healing from the experience.”
Dumbledore paused for a moment. “You were healed? Fascinating. Completely healed?”
“Yes. Even . . .” He unbuttoned his sleeve and showed Albus his forearm. “Every scar on my body. Gone.”
“Extraordinary,” Albus murmured, touching the blank spot with one bony finger. He clasped Snape’s wrist in a congratulatory gesture then let go and went on walking. “And Miss Granger was equally healed?”
“Yes. She didn’t have as much to start with, but yes.”
“And emotionally?”
“What? Healed?”
“How did you feel when it was over?”
“Bloody amazing.”
Albus wheezed out a laugh. “Wonderful. So, you take two people, who both possess a keen magical talent, have them make talismans for one another and imbue those talismans with not only a high amount of passion but an outpouring of love, and you wind up with stones that not only protect but renew.”
“An outpouring of love,” Snape muttered to himself. That was the closest he’d come to describing how he’d felt. “Miss Granger thinks they’re communicating with one another.”
“They are.”
“You know as well as I do that talismans don’t communicate.”
“Perhaps that is the wrong word. They are two sides of the same coin. Together, they combine to make a whole. Just like you and Miss Granger. There is a give and take at play. Join up the opposites, and you have a strong bond. And then it becomes something bigger. Something more. You’re no longer separate. Combined, you make something greater. A whole new being, as it were.”
Snamione. “So is it the talismans or us?”
“It’s you. The talismans are just magnifying what’s there. They’re an igniting spark.”
Snape nodded slowly, thinking over what Albus had said.
“Did that answer your questions?”
Severus looked around to make sure they weren’t being followed. “Mostly. There’s more.”
“I’m all ears.”
Snape kept his gaze forward. “It also caused an unwavering three-day spree.”
“An unwavering three-day spree,” Dumbledore repeated, trying to decipher Snape’s inflection. “I don’t follow.”
He growled in frustration. “For seventy-two bloody hours I could have been my own sodding sundial. And apparently my bollocks were superhuman as well, because there was no shortage of materials.”
Albus did a commendable job of not laughing in his face. “Ah. I imagine Miss Granger enjoyed that. Did you try a deflating charm?”
“I tried every charm known to wizardkind. I almost went to St. Mungo’s. I need to know how to stop it if it happens again. I can’t teach like that.”
“Was Miss Granger similarly affected for those three days?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Do you happen to know if she’s . . . cycling with nature?”
“She’s like clockwork.”
“I meant does she ovulate in sync with the full moon?”
If he hadn’t been working on the Wolfsbane so much lately, he might not have noticed. “I believe so. I know it’s a blood-filled new moon.”
“And did your predicament coincide with the full moon?”
He had to think about that. “Yes. You think the full moon caused that?”
“I think Miss Granger caused it, and the full moon amplified it.”
Severus understood then. “I was responding to her ovulation.”
“Exactly. The talismans connected you, and you wound up with an exaggerated response. Uncoupled from the full moon, it might not have lasted the whole three days.”
“So this is going to happen every month?”
“It could. Did you try taking off the talismans?”
Snape rubbed his forehead. “No.”
“That seems like a logical place to start. Perhaps only one of you need remove it. If I were you, I’d keep your ring in a magically sealed box during that time. Or just while you’re teaching . . . if you want to keep Miss Granger’s spirits up.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Night fell and fairy lights dotted the Burrow’s backyard. Someone had amplified the wireless, and the teenagers were fast dancing and slow dancing in time with the DJ’s choices. After ten, the station switched over to oldies, and some of the adults joined in.
The young couples in the yard stuck with slow dancing no matter the speed of the music, and Fred and George were taking turns spinning Angelina around and spying on the action. Ron had been pressed against Ingrid for about an hour when they disappeared; George started taking bets on how quickly they’d be back. (Harry ended up winning with a wager of nineteen minutes.)
Harry danced with Ginny (and later Tonks and Luna), but they made them stop to blow out candles and open some presents. Luckily, Hermione had put a note in hers explaining that he should give one of the mirrors to Ginny. She wasn’t around to explain it herself. Ginny whispered to Harry that she was probably with Snape declaring her love in one of the empty bedrooms. Harry made a mental note to thank Hermione later; meeting Ginny on Hogsmeade weekends wasn’t going to cut it.
Hermione was actually not in one of the bedrooms. She was slow dancing with Snape in the shadows of the shed. Her head was on his chest and one hand was on his arse. Snape was holding her other hand by her shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back. The only thing keeping his hand off her arse was their height difference.
Potter’s party was less painful than he’d expected. After the business with McGonagall, everyone had pretty much left him alone. Except Hermione. She’d flitted around the party talking to her friends and then back to his lap like a horny hummingbird. When the music started, she’d given him a look that said she wanted to dance but she wasn’t going to force him. He’d taken her by the hand and led her into the shadows, where he proved that his ability to keep time wasn’t limited to the bedroom.
They danced in a slow circle, hidden from the fairy lights and any gawkers. His dick decided to cut in, and she pressed closer, welcoming the addition. He made it through at least eight more songs before he started to grind into her. Hermione smiled and dragged him behind the shed. No one was around; her hand slid over the bulge that she’d been dancing with.
“They’re all watching Harry. Keep quiet and no one will know,” she said, unzipping his fly.
When she went down on her knees, he leaned against the wall, sighing as she uncovered his cock. She wrapped her hand around him then hummed happily and ran her cheek along his swollen head. After that, she was sucking him as though he had the antidote brewing in his balls.
Hermione couldn’t believe how hot his skin felt; it was like sucking a stirring rod fresh out of the cauldron. Keeping one hand stroking him, she used the other to steady herself on his hip. His trousers kept the rest of him hidden, and she missed the feel of his naked flesh. She was only getting a taste while he had a whole buffet hidden under his clothes. Granted she was getting the dessert station, but the denial made her want the entrée dishes. Or at least the rolls.
He threaded his fingers into her hair, showing her how fast he wanted it. She was going to suck him blind, and he wanted to remain sightless for as long as possible. “Slow down, love,” he whispered in a raspy voice. “We’ve got at least five minutes.”
Hermione smiled around him, flicking her tongue over his salty tip as she bobbed. “Mmm.”
Severus hissed and gripped her hair tighter. “That’s my girl.”
It didn’t take five minutes. It didn’t take three. He started to grunt softly, and then Hermione felt his cock throb in her mouth. His seed pulsed over her tongue, and she swallowed all he gave her. She licked him clean then kissed his softening prick before re-dressing him.
“Will that keep you until we get home?” she asked with a cheeky grin.
“Get up here.” He helped her up and kissed her. Slipping his leg between hers, he gave her something to rub against. And she certainly took advantage. Severus pulled back to look at her. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Hermione shook her head. “I can wait.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
He started to lift her skirt, and Hermione slapped his hand and laughed. “Don’t get me started.”
“I’ll be careful.” Severus got his hand under her skirt and ran it up her inner thighs, making her squirm. Her slit was damp; he grazed one finger over it.
“Okay,” she sighed, pushing away his hand. “Don’t do any more, or I won’t want to stop.”
“Are you waiting for something in particular?”
“Home.”
He smirked and cupped her muff. “It’s right here.”
Hermione grinned and pulled his face to hers. “Sentimental bastard.”

- - - - - - - - - -
“Sit down, Severus,” Tonks said, scooting closer to Remus on the glider. “Where’s Hermione?”
Snape sat down with his plate of finger sandwiches and looked around the circle of adult faces. They’d all wound up sequestered from the roving bands of teens. Safety in numbers. “I believe she’s plotting something with Miss Weasley. I had no desire to be a part of their shenanigans.”
Minerva, who’d had more than a few glasses of wine by then, leaned over and tapped his shoulder with her glass. “I really am happy for you, Severus. And Miss Granger says you’ve been a complete gentleman.”
He kept his face blank, but in his head there was a loud, derisive snort. “Did she?”
Molly poured Arthur another glass of wine, trying not to smile too broadly as she added, “She told me you’ve been cooking for her.”
Everyone looked at him. They all obviously found the idea surprising.
Remus peeked around Tonks and smirked. “What do you make for her?”
Snape sighed, setting down his sandwich. Apparently he wasn’t going to be allowed to eat in peace. “What do you think I make for her? Food. The normal fare.”
Kingsley bit back a smile at Snape’s irate discomfort. “What’s her favorite?”
Caramel cock. “Anything with sugar in it.”
Bill put his arm around Fleur. It was a bit mean to pick on Snape, but he made it so easy with that attitude. “Harry says she’s been staying with you.”
That wasn’t a question, so Snape didn’t answer. He went on with his food, waiting for the snickering and sideways glances to run their course. They’re worse than the kids.
Molly nodded. “She seemed quite anxious when Remus and I brought over the food after . . . your attack. She must have taken good care of you. You look healthy as a Hippogriff.”
He nodded but didn’t reply.
“Well, I don’t want to sound rude,” Tonks said, “but you look better than you did last time I saw you. She must have been one hell of a nurse.”
Dumbledore rested his hands in his beard. “Love heals.”
Severus held back a laugh. That was putting it mildly.
Arthur leaned forward. “What are you going to do when school starts? See her on the weekends?”
Severus looked at him and said evenly, “I’ve asked her to move in with me.”
Tonk’s jaw dropped. “What’d she say?”
“Yes.”
Molly set down her glass. “Do her parents know yet?”
Snape shook his head. “I only asked her this afternoon.”
Remus saw the shifty looks everyone suddenly gave one another. “Have you met her parents?”
“No.”
Tonks looked at Lupin then back at Snape. “Is she going to tell them?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“Severus,” Minerva said, shaking her head, “I guarantee you, she is going to tell them.”
He nodded. Hermione didn’t like keeping secrets.
“If she loves you, she’s going to have to introduce you sooner or later,” Tonks told him. “You should get it over with.”
“Be careful,” Kingsley said smoothly. “If they don’t like you, things could get ugly.”
Tonks grinned. “Just be nice.”
Remus poked her. “Or better yet, keep the meeting short.”
Dumbledore smiled at Severus. “I wouldn’t worry. Once they see how much you love her, they’ll warm to you.”
Severus doubted that. He saw Hermione walking with Ginny toward the cake, heads together, laughing about something. Will she leave me if her parents disapprove? How could they approve? I’m twice her age and a former professor. I’d hate me. He set his plate aside, no longer hungry.
Hermione scanned the crowd and found Severus sitting scrunched in next to Tonks and Lupin, talking with the other adults. She waved, and he gave her a semi-desperate look that screamed “get me out of here.” Smiling, she poked Ginny. “I’ve got to go rescue him again.”
Ginny smirked and handed her a plate of cake. “Here, tell him we’re out of forks, and you need his services.”
Hermione laughed and headed over to the tipsy group. Sliding her hand over his shoulder, she bent down and kissed his head. “Want some cake?”
“As long as we eat it elsewhere,” he muttered.
Hermione smiled at the gathering. “It’s a lovely party, Mrs. Weasley. It’s really nice of you to do this.”
“Harry’s like a son to us,” Molly said warmly. “I can’t imagine not doing this.”
Pretty soon he’s going to be more than “like” a son. “I know Harry feels the same way.”
Snape was already up and pulling her away.
“See you all later,” Hermione called back.
Snape pulled her over to the empty end of the expanded picnic table. Neville and Seamus were playing some kind of card game with the twins at the other end. Severus didn’t doubt that those cards were charmed to give the twins some advantage. He pulled out a chair for Hermione and sat next to her. She pushed the plate toward him, and he pushed it back. “No, love, I’m not hungry. You go ahead.”
Hermione shrugged and started in on it.
“When am I going to meet your parents?” Snape asked her suddenly.
Hermione started to choke. The card game stopped, and Seamus brought over a bottle of Butterbeer for her.
“All right there, Hermione?” he asked, giving Snape a wary eye.
“Yes,” she choked out and took a swig. “Thanks, Seamus. I’m fine. Just went down the wrong way.”
Seamus gave Snape one more glance as he nodded and went back to his game.
“Severus,” she said quietly so they wouldn’t be overheard. “What on earth brought this on? Since when do you want to meet my parents?”
“Were you going to tell them about moving in with me?”
Hermione sighed. “Eventually.”
“I see.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I want to tell them. I just don’t know how. I can’t just go home and open with, ‘Say, remember my professor for the past seven years? The one who scares the piss out of everyone? Well, I’m going to be living with him from now on. Cheers.’”
Severus nodded. “Did you think it would be easier if you waited and then had to say you’d been living with me all that time?”
She sighed and set down her fork. “No, I wasn’t going to do that. They need to know where I am. Okay. Well, I guess there’s no time like the present. We’ll go tomorrow.”
Snape blinked at her. “Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“That seems a bit soon.”
Hermione gave him an exasperated look. “Telling them was your idea.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. What if they react unfavorably?”
Hermione put her hand over his. “I’ll explain it to them so they’ll accept it.”
“What if they don’t?”
“Severus, I love my parents, but . . . they aren’t going to run my life for me.”
“So, you would still move in with me even if they forbade it?”
“It would make me very sad if they didn't approve, but I am happy with you. If they don’t want me to be happy, then they are going to be out one daughter. But, Severus, they won’t say that. I know them. They’ll be a little freaked out at first maybe, but once they see how much I love you, they’ll come around. They do want me to be happy.”
“Are you certain? We can live in secret if you like. I’m good at it.”
Hermione smiled and squeezed his hand. “No more secrets.”
He nodded once, his face unreadable.
Hermione slipped out of her chair and into his lap. “You'd better kiss me.”
Severus kissed the tip of her nose.
She grinned wider and held his face. “That was adorable. Now kiss me until I leave a wet spot on your knee. You have an image to uphold.”
Severus smirked and pressed his lips to hers.
“Oi, you two, this isn’t that kind of party,” Fred called down the table. “I know; I asked.”
George snorted. “Is that why Angelina told you to get stuffed earlier?”
“She completely misunderstood my offer.”
Hermione smiled as Fred and George carried on. Severus slid his tongue past her teeth, and her stomach flipped. After that, she lost track of the conversation.

- - - - - - - - - -
“Is Hermione snogging Snape?” Parvati asked with a slight slur. Seamus had brought enough Firewhisky for everyone, and she had been sharing a bottle with Lavender all night.
Luna was sitting behind Parvati on a chaise lounge, braiding her dark hair. “Aren’t they sweet?” she said with a spacey smile
Dean stopped staring at the stars and looked around the yard. “Sweet?” he said, spotting them. “That wasn’t the word I was thinking of.”
Lavender was sitting opposite Dean in a squat outdoor chair with mismatched cushions. “Where?”
“Picnic table, nine o’clock,” Dean directed.
Lavender stared. “That is disturbing.”
Dean nodded. “That’s closer to what I was thinking.”
Michael Corner was facedown on the ground, dizzy from the whiskey, but he picked up his head and searched for the couple. “I don’ know . . . isn’ Herminny a lil too . . . nice for him?”
Dean snickered. “I asked her for a quill once during finals week; she scared me way more than Snape.”
Parvati grinned and took the section of hair Luna wanted her to hold. “Hermione’s the last person I ever thought I’d see sitting in some bloke’s lap at a party, snogging his face off. Seeing that it’s Snape just makes it weirder.”
Lavender watched Hermione with growing horror. “I don’t think she ever even touched a boy before last year.”
“She was a bit busy,” Dean said. “Helping Harry and all.”
Lavender nodded. “You don’t think she’s shagging Snape, do you?”
Dean made a face, and Parvati shuddered with a small “euh-h”.
Luna smiled. “Oh yes.”
Dean and Lavender looked at her as if she were mental. Dean shook his head. “Why would you say that, Luna? You’re going to give me nightmares.”
Luna studied Parvati’s serpentine braid. “It’s his eyes. He doesn't look angry anymore.”
Dean studied the couple. “He does look pretty relaxed.”
Parvati giggled, her shoulders shaking. “What do you think Snape’s like in bed?”
Lavender smiled too but shook her head. “Scary.”
Michael picked up his head. “I bet he makes her scrub cauldrons.”
Dean laughed. “What, as foreplay?”
Michael dropped his face back down and said to the ground, “And he takes away house points when she doesn’t swallow.”
Lavender and Parvati laughed loudly, and Dean snorted into his cup of spiked punch.
Luna smiled at Parvati’s hair. “He’s very tall,” she commented in an airy voice.
Dean gave her confused look. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Parvati understood. “He has a big nose too.”
Dean looked at the snorting Lavender. “What?”
“I dare you to ask her,” Lavender said.
Dean saw Parvati grin. He looked between them. “What are you lot talking about?”
“Estimation,” Parvati explained with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.
“That’s . . . that’s bollocks,” Dean said, shaking his head. “And ew, that’s Snape.”
“She looks very happy,” Luna said dreamily (which make Parvati laugh harder). “Do you think they’ll get married?”
Michael turned his head. “Herminny Snape doesn’t sound very pleasant. Like a scary librarian.”
Luna nodded. “Maybe he’ll take her name.”
Dean and Lavender cracked up. “No way,” Lavender sputtered.
Dean shook his head. “Severus Granger sounds worse.”
Luna took the hair from Parvati’s hand and started to wind it into the rest. “Hermione Granger-Snape sounds nice.”
None of them had an argument with that.

- - - - - - - - - -
“You’re what!” Molly shouted.
Hermione pulled her lips from Snape’s and looked over at the ruckus. Ginny was standing by the cake, her hand wrapped protectively around her ring. It seemed it had somehow fallen out of her shirt and Molly had seen it.
“Uh oh, I think the cat’s out of the bag,” Hermione muttered.
Harry was rushing over from where he’d been eating cake with the Creevey brothers. When he got to Ginny, she was explaining to Molly that he had asked her to marry him.
“And I said yes. We were going to tell you.”
“Before you got married or after?”
“Mum, please,” Ginny sighed. “We're not going to go through with it until school’s out.”
Harry put his arm around Ginny’s shoulders. “Please don’t be angry, Mrs. Weasley. I love Ginny. I love your whole family. I just want to marry her.”
Molly looked despondent. “My baby can’t get married yet.”
“Mum, I'm of age now. And don’t you want Harry to be a part of our family? You’re not losing me, you’re getting Harry as a legal son.”
Molly burst out crying and hugged Harry (who looked shocked by the sudden change of heart). “Of course I want Harry. And I want you two to get married . . . just not yet.”
Harry patted Mrs. Weasley’s back. “Not till next summer. You’ll help us plan it all, won’t you? We’d like to have it here.”
Molly cried harder, and Arthur came over to pull her off of Harry. “Come on, Molly. Let them be. Ginny’s a big girl; she can make up her own mind.”
Molly let go of Harry and hugged Ginny. “I’m so happy for you. I wish you’d just come and told us straight away.”
Severus knew what Hermione and Ginny had been so secretive about earlier. “You knew, didn’t you?” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled at the still hugging Molly and blushing Harry. “I’m to be the maid of honor.”
“Does that mean I’ll be forced to go as well?”
Hermione smiled at him. “I will never force you to go someplace you don’t want to. If you accompany me because you love me, that’s your choice. I will definitely make it worth your while though.”
He smirked and nodded. “You know what they say about bridesmaids."
She shook her head.
“Oversexed. The whole lot of them.”
Hermione smiled. “I’m sure that’s why she picked me.”
“No doubt. I couldn’t let you attend such a function in your state. You need a chaperone.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve never heard anything about reluctant guests being a sexual menace.”
“What about reluctant Slytherin Potions masters, who only attend in return for sexual favors?”
“They get extra cake . . . and first crack at the maid of honor.”
A smile played over her lips as she shook her head. “I want to point out that I very much wanted to hit you just now and successfully restrained myself.”
He nodded, his own smile threatening to break free. “I’m proud of you. If you get up on the table, I’ll give you a proper congratulations.”
“I am going to pinch you in a minute if you don’t stop.”
“You'd better make it a good one, because you’re not going to sit the rest of the night if you do.”
Hermione went very red, but Snape noticed her eyes went equally dark.
She leaned close, placing her lips to his ear and whispered, “Let’s go find an empty room.”
Severus smirked, his eyebrows popping high in surprise. He glanced around the backyard and whispered back, “Are you asking me to spank you right now?”
“No, I’m asking you to fuck me right now.”
“What happened to waiting until we returned home?”
“If you’re going to talk about spanking after you kiss me for five minutes straight, I’m not going to make it.”
“Hmm. How’s your plug feeling right now?”
“Please don’t say that. Or at least take me behind the shed and finger me while you say it.”
Her arm got tighter around his neck, and the side her soft breast pressed into his chest. Giving her knee a chaste pat, he kissed her cheek. “Is that pussy getting nice and wet for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Severus smiled. “Let’s go for a walk. Maybe we can find some dark place to check on your juicy little problem.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Now.”
“Eat your cake first.”
“I need to walk.”
He smirked. “Do I need to feed you?”
“No. I’ll do the feeding; you keep talking.”

- - - - - - - - - -
“Harry and Ginny getting married,” muttered Tonks. “It seems too soon.”
Remus watched the hugging Weasleys, smiling softly. “I know what you mean. Next they’ll be having babies, and we’ll be going over for birthday parties.”
“The wedding’s still a year away. Don’t turn Ginny into a mother yet. Maybe she’ll want to do something fun before she becomes a mum. I mean, look at Hermione. She’s going to university and working at Creature Rights Watch. She’s not looking to have kids.”
“How long do you think it’ll be till we’re going to that wedding?”
Tonks grinned. “Snape and Hermione? I don’t know. Maybe one day we’ll see them, and they’ll have gone and eloped. No notice.”
Lupin shook his head. “Nah. They’ll have a small wedding. He’ll do it for her. She’ll keep the guest list minuscule for him.”
Tonks laughed. “If he ever asks her.”
Lupin nodded. “Yes. One step at a time. At the rate he’s going, it’ll take ten years.”
“They look sweet together,” Tonks said, spotting the couple at the picnic table.
“Yes,” Lupin muttered with a smirk. “Like a viper and a bunny.”
Tonks snickered behind her hand and then whispered, “Does Hermione seem a bit more . . . braless than usual to you?”
Remus fought a rather large grin. “For the sake of our marriage, and my own sanity, I’m going to say no.”
“But you did notice.” Tonks grinned and nodded. “Wonder who’s idea that was,” she said sarcastically.
“I’m more curious how he talked her into it.”
“Probably promised her a new book.”
Lupin laughed. “Knowing Hermione, it was more like five new books.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Snape let her feed him the last bite of her cake. Her thumb swiped away the icing that smeared his lip. Leaning in, she kissed him and licked him clean.
“Mmm, let’s try that again.” She stuck her finger into a remaining blob of frosting from her plate and wiped it on his lip then, ignoring his glare, leaned in and kissed it off.
Severus swallowed his cake and kissed her. His hand, which had been resting at a publicly acceptable level on her knee, slid higher and tickled her just out of sight, under the edge of her skirt. Her thigh twitched, and she made a small noise into his mouth.
Hermione pulled away, looking as though she’d just been given a lust potion. “That walk better end in a bedroom.”
He smirked and helped her off his lap. The partygoers were still congratulating Harry; they would remain unobserved. Severus took her hand and led her along the line of the fence toward the gate. They slipped into the side-yard unnoticed.
He made a casual beeline for the privacy of the bushes. Once he had her against the house, his lips on her throat, she started begging him to fuck her. Severus slid one hand up under her skirt and ran the flat of his fingers over her muff. She whimpered and tightened her arm around his shoulders.
“Hmm, what’s all this?” he murmured in her ear. “Did someone enjoy sitting in my lap? Or was it the cake?”
Hermione smiled and tried to push her pussy into his hand. “It was you, sir. Please.”
“Please what?” he asked, tracing one finger over her parting pussy lips.
“I need to come.”
“I want you to wait,” Severus purred. “I’ll make you come when we get home, just like you wanted.”
“Severus,” she whined. “I’m soaked.”
He pushed one finger inside. “I can see that.”
Hermione ground her clit against the heel of his hand. “Please, just once. Just stay right there,” she whispered, holding onto his arm.
Severus let her go on humping him as he kissed the side of her face and whispered in her ear, “Listen to that juicy little cunt. Naughty kitten. You’re not going to stop until the whole Burrow can smell you. You'd better slow down. If you come, I’m going to get out the tawse when we go home. And I got a nice new hand of ginger at the market. It’s sitting at home in the refrigerator, already peeled. I was going to let you play with it, but we can use it as a punishment instead.”
Hermione was so close. She didn’t want to stop, but she didn’t want her bum on fire either. “Please!” she hissed.
“It’s your choice. I’ve told you what I want. Wait, and I’ll give you more cock than you can handle, or come now and spend the rest of the night strapped to the bench with your bum full of ginger.”
Hermione growled and pushed away his hand. “That’s not fair. I made you come.”
He lifted his pussy-drenched hand to her lips. “I never said anything about letting you come while we were here. You sucked my dick in exchange for my company tonight. That was our deal. Now, are you going to be my good girl?”
Hermione rubbed her forehead briskly and nodded. “Yes.”
“Then lick my fingers clean, and we’ll go back to the party.”
“You promise you’ll make me come as soon as we get home?”
“Not as soon as we get home, but I do promise to reward you handsomely.”
Hermione hoped that meant unending orgasms. She ran her tongue up his proffered finger and then sucked it into her mouth.
“Good girl. Now turn around and bend over. I want to see your arse before we go back.”
Hermione sighed. How much longer are we going to stay? She turned around, and he stopped her when she started to pull up her skirt.
“I’ll do that. Put your hands on the wall. Stick out your arse for me.”
Hermione did as he asked and felt him lifting her skirt. Things were suddenly very drafty.
Severus ran his hand over her round buttocks. The snake’s head hissed out at him; he pressed it into her bum with his thumb and stirred it around.
Hermione bit off her moan, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. “Please . . . no more.”
“Your bum looks magnificent, love. I can’t wait to get you home tonight.”
Not soon enough. “How much longer do we have to stay?”
He smirked at her exposed backside and gave it a few pats. “That’s up to you, love.”
Hermione was standing and making her way out of the bushes before he could blink.
“Wait a second,” he said, snickering. “You can’t just run back and tell everyone you’re leaving.”
She took his hand and pulled him after her. “Wanna bet?”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione left Severus by the cake and went to find Harry and Ron. The hoopla over Ginny and Harry’s engagement had died down, and Hermione found them talking to Ron and Ingrid by the maple tree in the back yard.
“Where’ve you been?” Ron asked. “You missed the excitement.”
“No, I saw it,” Hermione told him. “I was just waiting until you were all done smothering Harry.”
Ginny grinned. “Get real. You were off snogging Snape. Don’t deny it.”
Ron shook his head with a grimace. “As long as that was all they were doing.”
Hermione raised one eyebrow. “You know, you’re awfully judgmental for someone who keeps disappearing with his girlfriend.”
Ron blushed and tightened his arm around Ingrid shoulders. “We were just talking,” he mumbled.
Ingrid laughed at his embarrassment. “That was the quietest conversation I’ve ever had.”
Ron blushed brighter. “Bloody hell, Ing. You make it sound like you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Far from it. In fact, I’d like to go back to my place now and have a much longer debate.”
“I’ve got to leave soon too,” Hermione said with a smile. “I just came over to tell you two something. Something important.”
“Do you want me to leave?” Ingrid asked.
“No, please stay,” Hermione said. “Um . . . Severus has asked me to move in with him, and I’ve said yes.”
Harry and Ron gave each other a look. Harry nodded as though he’d been expecting it. “You’re going to live with him at Hogwarts?”
“Yes. He’s already talked to Dumbledore. It’s all been arranged.”
“Well, that’s . . . good. I mean, you should do whatever makes you happy but . . . you know . . .” Harry looked at Ron again as if searching for the right words. “If anything ever happens, we want you back at Grimmauld Place. Or even if you just need a break from him. You can come back any time.”
Hermione smiled and hugged him. “Thank you.”
Harry hugged her back. “We’ll miss you. The house won’t be the same without you.”
Ron hugged her next. “Yeah, who’ll quiz us on defense spells and leave piles of books all over the house?”
Hermione grinned and buried her face in Ron’s chest. “I’ll miss you two too. Don’t do anything dangerous just because there’s no one around to tell you not to. I’ll check on you both whenever I can.”
Ron let her go. “Tell Snape we’ll be keeping an eye on him. Hogwarts is full of spies.”
Hermione nodded. “I’m sure he knows.”
“When are you moving out?” Harry asked.
“This weekend. I’m going to introduce him to my parents tomorrow. Maybe after that.”
Harry and Ron gave each other wide-eyed glances at that news. Harry blinked a few times before saying, “Well . . . that sounds . . . interesting. We definitely want to hear that story when you come over.”
“I’ll be over sometime in the evening.”
“We’ll have dinner,” Harry said.
Hermione hugged him again and then hugged Ginny. “You come too. Tell your mum it’s your last chance to see me. I need you to help me pack.”
Ginny grinned. “I don’t know if she’s going to be more worried about me sleeping at Grimmauld Place now, or less,” she said, looking down at the ring on her hand.
Hermione hugged her again. “Love you both. Be careful. Your mum will definitely freak out if you get knocked up while you’re still in school.”
“Constant vigilance,” Ginny replied with a grin.

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus opened the front door and bit back a smile when he felt her hand groping his arse. He caught her wrist and pulled her in after him. Turning and closing the door, he leaned into her to keep her still. Her hands were all over him, tugging his shirt so he’d bend down and kiss her.
Snape grabbed her other hand and pinned both arms above her head. Her hips rolled hard, moving any way she could. Her eyes were so dark it looked as if he were staring into honeyed pools of burnt chocolate. He hadn’t even lit the candles yet, but he could see the gold flecks glinting in the darkness.
“Just be still for a moment,” he murmured.
Hermione dropped back against the door in frustrated defeat, a growly whimper slipping out of her mouth. “Please,” she panted.
“Calm down. I want to say something first.”
“Now? Can I at least hump your leg while you say it?”
He smirked and shook his head. She looked gorgeous, her face flushed and her eyes heated. Her white dress was almost too virginal with its soft glow. “Just give me a minute, and then I promise I’ll make you come.”
Hermione wanted to tear out her hair, but her arms were trapped in his tight grip. The waiting was interminable. “Okay. What?”
“I love you . . . so much.”
Hermione’s lips twitched into a smile. “I love you too. Is that what you wanted to tell me?”
Please don’t ever leave me. I need you. “Would it make things go more smoothly with your parents if we were engaged?”
Hermione’s eyes popped wide. “Um . . . are you . . . ?”
“I would never propose to you like this, pet. But if you thought it would help, I could play the part.”
“Severus, my parents would think I was completely mental if I showed up and told them that I was not only in love with a man almost twice my age, but that I had agreed to marry him after only a few months.”
“It’s been six months since I first spanked you.”
She smiled. “I had no intention of mentioning the part about us sneaking around at school.”
He sighed in relief. “Oh. Good. What are you going to say?”
“That we’ve been seeing each other since the beginning of the summer.”
“Are you going to tell them we’ve been sleeping together?”
“No! I mean I’m sure they’ll deduce that when I tell them I’m going to be living with you.”
“Your father doesn’t collect weapons, does he?”
Hermione smiled. “Severus, listen to me. It is going to be fine. They are going to be surprised, but they won’t be violent. They’re dentists not mercenaries.”
“It’s hard to like a thirty-eight-year-old man who’s fucking your eighteen-year-old daughter.”
“I’ll make them see past that.”
“How? A Cunfundus Charm?”
Hermione didn’t want him to worry. “No. Charms and potions won’t be necessary. I’ll simply tell them about you and why I love you. Just like everyone else, it might take them a while to get used to the idea; but I know they’ll love you when they see how happy I am with you.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, I am. Now, please don’t worry about it anymore. Let me take care of them. They’re my parents; I know how to talk to them.”
Severus let go of her wrists and put his hands on either side of her face. “I can’t not worry.”
Hermione put her arms around his waist, pulling him even closer. “I love you, Severus. No matter what.”
“I need to take something.” This is making me sick.
Hermione could see the strain on his face. “Okay. Take a Tranquility Draught. And something to sleep. But not until after you fuck me,” she added quickly. “I need you awake for that.”
He managed a tiny half-smile for her. “Anything.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Her dress was around her waist like a belt. Currently, he had his face buried in her pussy, licking her as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
Every time she got too tense, he backed off and just fingered her. After the third round, her body didn’t settle back down. She was dangling over the cliff, suspended only by his curled digits. When he put his lips on her clit again, she dropped, gasping as she fell.
Her hands tightened in his hair, and Snape groaned as her pussy soaked his hand. He waited until she went still then let go long enough to pull her crumpled dress off her hips. He got out of his own clothes as fast as he could and settled between her thighs.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips, her arm around his neck. “Please get inside me, Severus. I’ve been waiting all night for this.”
His heart flickered. “Is this what you want?” he asked, dragging his cock over the soft fur of her sex.
“Inside,” she repeated in a desperate voice.
He reached down and aimed his knob into her welcoming warmth, teasing her with the tip. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Hermione groaned and tightened her legs to try to pull him in. “I need you, Severus. All of you. Stop teasing.”
He eased in a little ways. “That wasn’t quite good enough.”
“Rrrgh!” she growled through her teeth. If he didn’t move, she was going to snap. “Please, Severus! Dammit. I want it. You know I want it! You’re driving me mad.”
He slid in a little more, fucking her with just half his length. “You’re getting closer.”
Her nails sank into his back. “I would be if you’d fuck me for real,” she retorted.
A hint of a smirk crossed his lips. He put his forehead to hers. The Tranquility Draught had finally calmed his nerves, and he felt like liquid muscle, loose and strong, as if he could fuck her for hours.
“You know what I like to hear,” he murmured, kissing her cheek.
Hermione never quite knew what he really wanted. It was easy when she was trying to make him come; she could just moan and tell him how much she wanted him. But when he was making her beg for something, she never knew what to say beyond please (and thinking wasn’t easy when her brain was on fire).
Her body went tight with frustrated tension then released in limp surrender. Legs falling open and hands dropping beside her on the bed, she stared at him, dejected. Her eyes started to prickle. She hated not having the right answer. How could she not know for sure what he liked after all this time? “I don’t know. I never know. I just beg you with dirty words until you do it.”
He heard the quaver in her voice. She had gone from overheated to broken in two seconds. Pulling back, he studied her pinched face. “Are you about to cry because you don’t know what to say?”
“I should know by now. I’m not a good girlfriend.”
Severus smiled softly. “Don’t be absurd. You’re perfect.”
“Then why don’t I know what you want to hear? You know what I want to hear.”
She was getting upset, and he didn’t want her crying just then. “Yes, but I can see in your head. Also, you’re pretty transparent. I don’t have to go through your head when you make it blatantly obvious what you want. You have neither of those advantages.”
He kissed her forehead, but Hermione didn’t feel much better. “Still, I think I should know by now.”
Severus sank in an inch deeper, thrusting at a slug’s pace. “I love that you care enough to be upset. You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my life.”
That made it worse. He was breaking her heart, and she still didn’t know what he wanted. Blinking rapidly, she swallowed and turned her face from him.
“Don’t look away from me. I mean it. All I want from you is honesty. You don’t have to say anything in particular as long as you tell the truth. I do like hearing you talk dirty. Everyone thinks you’re such a prim and proper swot, but you’re actually my naughty little nymphette.”
A smile finally found her, smoothing the frown from her brow. “I’m your good girl.”
He bit back a grin. “Yes you are. Now, be honest, you want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“See how easy that was?” he purred, sinking in the rest of the way. He ground his hips into her, slowly pulverizing her clit. “Let’s keep going. Why do you want my cock?”
“Because my pussy aches when you’re not inside me, and I love you.”
The side of his mouth curled up. “You want my cock because you love me?”
“Yes.” Her eyes rolled back as her pussy twitched around him in a pre-orgasmic jolt. “It’s the closest I can get to you. You know what you said about being inside me, that it makes you feel better?”
“Yes.”
“It’s like that for me. Except it’s the only time I’m calm and can stop thinking.”
“If this is you calm, you have serious problems.”
Hermione smiled. “Calm isn’t quite the right word. Maybe safe. Whole. Like part of me is missing without you.”
He knew exactly what she meant. His thrusting picked up speed. “You’re much better at this than you thought.
Hermione grinned. “That wasn’t dirty.”
“I don’t care. I prefer your honesty.”
“Are you sure?”
He smirked and kissed her. “Absolutely. Want to try for both?”
“Both?”
“Tell me how my cock feels inside you right now.”
“Bloody amazing. Perfect. Like I’m so full I’m going to explode. It’s like a piece of heaven in my pussy. And you keep moving my plug about. The stretch is almost unbearable.”
“That was very good, love. I like hearing how much you like it.”
“It's hard to talk when I get close.”
“I know. You don’t have to talk then.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
He put his lips to hers to smother his own grin. When his tongue teased her lips, she moaned and licked him. He entered her mouth and gave her the penetration she desired. The only way more of him could be inside her would be to take out her plug and shove his fingers up her arse.
Hermione’s stomach flipped as his tongue slid against hers. He fucked her mouth as patiently as he fucked her pussy. Her arms went back around him, and she countered his slow oral thrust with her own.
He stayed locked with her for as long as possible. Her welcoming tongue was as much a turn on as hearing her beg for his cock. When her breathing became too erratic, he pulled away and started on her neck. She was whimpering in seconds, tipping her head to give him more room. Severus worked his way to her ear then nipped her lobe. “Can you talk?”
Hermione made small squeak then nodded. His tongue snaked along the ridge of her ear, and then he was whispering again, his breath heating and cooling the wet trail as he spoke.
“Tell me how your pussy’s doing.”
Hermione swallowed and shivered as a line of goose pimples climbed her neck. “Oh God, Severus, I’m getting closer. Please go faster.”
“I will as soon as you tell me how your pussy is doing.”
“So good. I love it when you fuck me like this. My pussy’s on fire,” she panted.
He sped up. Not enough to get out of breath, just enough to make her moan a bit louder. His mouth found her throat again, and he started on her carotid.
Hermione’s fingernails dug into his back. The slow burn had just flared, and she didn’t know how much more she could take before she burst into flames. His tongue and mouth were going to leave a bruised path across her skin; the feel of it made her clit throb.
He listened and waited. Her cries were a road map. They would arrive at their destination when she got quiet and then started to whimper. Her body would go through several rounds of warning contractions that would fade into more whimpers. When she started to gasp and hold her breath, they were already at the doorstep ringing the bell.
The orgasm shot through her like lightening, electrifying her sex. She couldn’t talk, but she could shout. Just one short “unh!” to knock out his hearing for a few minutes.
Severus let her body take him along for the ride. He growled into her neck as the pulsing in his bollocks finally built to a steady pull. Her cavern would be bathed in his seed. It tore out of him like a geyser.
Hermione held him tightly as he jerked against her. “Mmm,” she smiled, sated and relaxed. Her pussy was still giving the occasional twinge, which made him grunt in response.
“I love it when you growl at me,” she purred with a sleepy smile.
His body finally calmed, and he slumped against her and kissed her jaw. “That was excellent, love. Tell me how you feel now.”
Hermione smiled, petting his head. “Happy. Content. Don’t pull out yet, okay? Stay here.”
“Mm,” he agreed.
“How do you feel?”
She’d never asked him that (and after he thought about, he couldn’t think of anyone else asking either). Feelings weren’t his strong suit. “As though you just sucked out my life force with your pussy.”
Hermione laughed into his shoulder then pushed his hair out of the way and kissed his neck. “In a pleasant way?”
“Very.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Hermione nuzzled into his neck. "Time to sleep. I'm knackered."
"You read my mind." He summoned the sleeping potion and downed it quickly then rolled on his side, taking her with him so he stayed inside her. Her leg draped over his hip, and she stroked his chest until the potion overtook him.
That night he dreamed he was being chased by a dragon that had dental drills for teeth.
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