Missing You | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A line of scared first years, some still dripping water on
the floor as a result of the squid’s playfulness, followed Professor McGonagall
past the House tables. The older
students nudged each other and waved to various siblings as the new additions
filed past.
“Now, when I call your name, please come up and sit in the
chair,” the Transfiguration teacher instructed, and began to call out names
alphabetically. Hermione clapped loudly
for each new student sorted into Gryffindor and tried not to wince as Minerva
came to the “S” names, then passed onto the names beginning with “T”. Soon all were sorted and she poured herself a
hefty tot of firewhisky as her colleague started to
place the Sorting Hat back on its pedestal.
She jumped as the knock reverberated throughout the
room. It came again and all the students
fell silent, staring at the door apprehensively.
Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat. “Argus, would you be so kind…?” he gestured
to the door and the sour faced Filch slunk over and opened it. A yell of surprise escaped him,
causing the staff to rise to their feet, then he turned, closing the door
slightly. “Ummmm,
Professor Dumbledore, sir? Ahhh, there is a, umm, wizard
here as says he has two more first years to be Sorted?” Filch was babbling, and looking as if he’d
seen a ghost. “Err, he says that
Professor McGonagall there forgot to read their names….?” His eyes were almost popping out of his head
as he finished.
Albus fought to keep from glancing
at Hermione and nodded. “Very well,
invite them in.”
Filch cleared his throat again and bobbed a bow. “Yes…yes sir.” He motioned through the door and leaped
aside, looking as though he would faint.
Hermione looked over at the doors as whoever was behind them
pushed them open to swing wide. A very
tall wizard in black robes stepped through, his hands on the shoulders of two
smaller robed figures in front of him.
She fell back into her chair as the three came closer… it couldn’t be,
no, it just couldn’t be! The big man stopped halfway to Minerva, who
looked about to join Filch in a swoon, and sent the two children ahead to her. After looking to Albus
for reassurance, she cleared her throat.
“Contessa… Snape,” she called.
Albus went to a
now-hyperventilating Hermione and held her hand as a small girl with her
father’s eyes and bushy black hair walked up to be Sorted. The hat was on her head barely one second
before it roared, “SLYTHERIN!” her new Housemates went wild, but she remained beside
McGonagall as Salazar’s name was read.
The Hat rested on the squirming boy who was the very image of his sire
except for large brown eyes. The Hat
took its time before bellowing “GRYFFINDOR!”
Ten paces away, Snape sighed. Another
Gryffindor in the family.
The twins looked up at their mother, and back at their
father, who motioned them towards her.
Needing no further encouragement, they stormed up to her table, with
glad cries. “Mum! Mummy!” The whole Hall stared as the serious and
strict Madam Snape burst into tears and clasped her children to her.
“Oh, my darlings! I thought
I’d lost you forever, how is it that you can be here?” She covered her children in kisses and they
squirmed happily in her arms and assured her that they were real. Then she looked up and saw her beloved
husband, still standing where he had stopped to send Tessa and Sal ahead. Her heart swelled with joy and her eyes
locked with his. He looked pale. He looked beautiful. He hadn’t aged a single day. As she watched, he removed the Time Turner
from around his neck and crushed it underneath a booted foot. Holding out a hand to her, he spoke to her in
that deep, silky voice that had haunted her dreams ever since she was
sixteen.
“My lady?” His dark eyes held a question in them which
she intended to answer fully once they had privacy. She bent, kissed the twins once more, and
sent them to their respective House tables to eat.
“Albus, I’ll be right back,” she
said in a quavering voice. The
Headmaster nodded and began to reclaim the students’ attention and start the
Feast. She walked as fast as was seemly towards her Severus, who gallantly
offered her his arm as he escorted her outside the Hall.
As soon as the door closed, she turned and threw herself
into his strong, welcoming arms.
“SEVERUS!” She shrieked, starting
to cry again. He pressed her tightly
against him and she felt the dampness against her hair that meant that her
husband, who could withstand several applications of the Cruciatus
Curse and not so much as twitch, was weeping.
“I thought you had been killed, oh Severus… I missed you so….”
He released her just enough so he could press his lips to
hers passionately and felt her small hands working through his long hair, just
as she had always done whenever they had kissed. She felt his mind push gently at hers and she
opened herself to him readily as she shared the anguish she had gone through,
the way she had killed with an Unforgivable for the first time, even the dreams
of him she had been unable to banish. In
return, she saw what had happened to him, how he was forced to raise their
children alone, and how he had longed to be reunited with her. And deep in the back of his mind…. She pushed
him off suddenly. “I would never be with anyone else! Never! I’ll take you back to our bed and prove it!” She glared at him so menacingly that he
pulled her to him again, smiling down at her.
“So prove it.”
“But the Feast…”
“I know what I’m
hungry for. Albus
will understand.”
“What about our children?”
“I told them that I would need to … speak … with you alone.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Take me home, Professor Snape.” She clung to him as he swung her into his
arms and carried her with alacrity to their quarters.
They barely made it to their room before attempting to Curse
each other’s clothes off.
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It felt like coming home.
And it was, in a way, Hermione reflected as she arched her back to allow
Severus to penetrate her. He slowly
pushed nine inches of heaven inside her and she grasped his hips, trying to get
him as deep as possible. It had seemed
impossible to even get his cock partway inside her pussy the first time they
had made love, but now it was like she had been made into the perfect sheath
for that glorious sword. Made for each
other, she thought as she sighed and wrapped her legs around him as he filled
her up.
“I can’t believe I had to wait nine years for this,” he
moaned, thrusting inside her hot, silken folds.
Jacking off had never been an adequate substitute for fucking the hell
out of his wife.
She screamed her release and convulsed underneath him – he
slowed his movements so that she could savor her orgasm, then
drove her towards another peak of pleasure.
“Yesssss! Fuck me hard, Professor!” She yowled as he complied so suddenly that
she felt as if he would come out of her mouth.
Her nails raked his muscular shoulders and back, decorating the ivory
skin with red scratches. He pulled out
and flipped her on her hands and knees, loving the way she raised her ass in
anticipation. Groaning, he inserted his
throbbing cock into her slickness and thrust powerfully. Hermione bucked underneath him, well into her
third orgasm of the night, and he felt his testicles pulling up against his
body in readiness for his own climax.
Reaching out, he grasped her ponytail, wrapping it around his hand with
a flick of the wrist and pulled her head back so her spine was bowed. She gasped as he repositioned his legs
slightly and then began to pound into her fast and hard – with her body
compressed the way it was, her G-spot was abraded with every thrust Severus
made, and she began to peak again. As
her muscles squeezed him, he rammed into her until he felt the tide of his own
orgasm rising and he screamed her name as he came. Releasing her hair, he gripped her hips and
continued to surge against her – it had been so long, it felt like he couldn’t
stop and wasn’t all that surprised to find that his seed had filled her until
it dripped out around his cock that was still buried inside her. He murmured his praise as he collapsed on the
bed beside her and pulled his incoherent lover against him. He lay there cuddling her against his chest
and enjoying both the feel and smell of her on him.
“We should get back up there,” he said gently.
“I can’t move. I can’t get back up there,” she
groaned. But she did feel
ravenous…having such a lusty husband took a toll on her appetite, and after one
of her Professor’s “sessions,” she always felt as if she could clean out the
entire kitchen. She moved against him
and felt a thrill run through her – he was already ready for more. “Again?” she laughed as she felt him thump
against her belly.
He looked at her through narrowed eyes. “I don’t know what YOU have been doing all
this time, but I’ve been gagging for it for years.” He was rewarded with
another giggle and sucked in his breath as her small hands closed over his
painfully hard shaft. They kissed as she
stroked him off expertly, and with an incantation they were both clean again as
they found their robes.
Holding each other close, they strolled back up to the Hall
to find their offspring.
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