Partners Sequel to "The Hunt"

Severus paced his front room, unsure of whether or not he had done the right thing in agreeing to this. He didn’t know what else to do. Hermione said she wouldn’t pressure him but if he refused she might see it as reluctance. He wasn’t reluctant just confused about his feelings.



Hermione did mean something special to him, he wanted her to know, but how could he say he felt a certain way when he wasn’t confident he did. Maybe his confusion would be reveled to her tonight. He took some solace in that small fact.



The carpet on his bare feet felt good and he paced in comfort. He was in black trousers and a plain white t shirt. He was nervous. Hermione had been places no other woman or person for that matter had been. He rarely had company and never had anyone on his bedroom.



He ran his hands through his hair roughly and fisted a handful. “It won’t be that bad Severus.”



He spun around and saw her coming out of the floo. “Good evening Hermione.” He made no move to be closer.



“Severus, are you sure? You seem very conflicted.” She took a step closer.



“I am conflicted Hermione, but I do want to say something first before we begin.” She nodded, so he continued. “I want your assurance that whatever you feel from me as a result of this, you will not demand any explanation.”



Hermione looked confused, but it matched his own feelings. “Severus I don’t understand.”



Severus came forward and took her hands. “Hermione, there are some things I am not sure of and that’s my fear tonight, that something will be communicated and I won’t know what it is.”



“That’s good Severus.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “This potion is made for those who have trouble communicating. It’s made for people like us. If you are having a hard time defining what you feel, this should help.”



He looked in her eyes. “Even if I don’t know what to communicate? Hermione I have thought about us, many many night I have thought about what we have and I have come to no conclusion that I can identify.”



“I understand Severus, I won’t demand you explain what you don’t know, I just want to share this with you.” He said nothing.



She stood on her toes and kissed him gently. He let out a long sigh and dropped his head ever so slightly. She took his hand and together they walked to his bedroom.



It was a place she became familiar with, but tonight it was a haven calling to her. She sat on his bed, the covers pulled back, the bed curtains closed on all but one side.



Severus watched as she loosened her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. Naked she sat on her ankles and smiled at him. She looked like a work of art painted just for his eyes, with her curls falling on her shoulders, wearing the inviting smile, and waiting for him.



As if in a daze he pull the t shirt over his head and walked forward while unfastening his trousers. When he got to the edge of the bed he pushed then down his hips and stood to his full height, just as naked as she was. He climbed into his bed with her and pulled the last bed curtain closed.



Enclosed in their cocoon, the rest of the world went by on it’s own leaving them alone. He reclined against the massive headboard. Hermione settled between his legs and rested against his chest. Reaching up to the headboard shelf he took the small vials and handed one to Hermione.



They drank down the vials and set them aside, locking eyes. He held her in his arms cuddling her to him as he felt his body opening up, felt a closeness as the required minute passed. He felt a surge of desire and randiness and looked more intently at Hermione. She wanted him. He could feel it, her want.



He leaned down and kissed her, hugging her tightly. He felt tenderness invade his mind. He kissed Hermione with a new sense of feeling this time. He tasted her in new ways, feeling the enjoyment she felt as well.



All of a sudden he felt a warmth and he knew she was growing wet. He kissed along her neck and saw her legs slid back and forth against each other. He felt a need, a thirst. He shot up and looked in her eyes. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted. He smiled and adjusted his body.



Laying her flat he dropped down and spread her open, her pussy had never looked so inviting to him before. He groaned and took a long taste. Hermione sighed and spread her legs wider. Her reached up and spread her moist pink lips apart, thrusting his tongue into her and giving her long licks.



Severus usually sucked and slurped and flicked his tongue over her clit. He knew she loved it but this time he licked her opening slowly, from top to bottom, lapping her instead if slurping. She was juicing up more so this time.



Hermione was panting and gasping, letting her head roll back and forth. Her hands came down and wove in his hair, pulling him closer. Severus was on a whole new high. Hermione getting off on this was amazing. He knew she loved it when he gave her head, but knowing she liked this particular technique would give him an ego boost when he used it on her from now on.



Hermione felt his pride and his excitement at knowing what turned her on. She felt it building in her core and it began to spread out through her body, curling her toes.



Severus felt it too, a strong tension in his own crotch. She was going to cum and he was going to feel it with her. He felt his insides heat up and what felt like a squeezing in his loins. He rose up and sucked on her clit hard.



Hermione let out a loud shriek and came hard. Severus drank down her release and groaned as he felt her orgasm wash over him. It was amazing. He didn’t have an orgasm himself but he knew she did. He could feel the pleasure that ran through her body.



It was unlike anything he had felt. His body trembled from the sensations Hermione had felt. He had to admit knowing he had caused it and getting a sense of what he had caused was a feeling that couldn’t be compared to anything.



Hermione was pulling on his shoulders, dragging him upward. He crawled over her and eagerly welcomed her kiss. Sharing her taste between them was a new intimacy. Hermione was kissing him with a fervor she never possessed before, but to Hermione the arousal she felt from Severus was spreading throughout her body as well. She now felt his desire to taste her, not just because she wanted it, but because he wanted to do it. He truly enjoyed the taste and wanted it.



As she kissed him she felt something akin to hope. Not necessarily a need, more along the lines of a wish. A wish she knew he would not speak. She knew right away what this wish was. She reached down with both hands and wrapped her fingers around his cock. As he kissed her Severus let out a groan. Hermione felt the elation of pleasure from him as she caressed him.



Severus let his head drop to her shoulder, letting out a sigh as his body absorbed the talents from her hands and fingertips. He was pushed over onto his back and Hermione without any hesitation leaned down and took him in her mouth. She did everything she knew he liked and now had a deeper understanding to why he liked it. The noises she made gave him the impression that she enjoyed him so much it seemed as if his body was a heavenly desert she was enjoying. Her slight gagging let him know that she was so enthusiastic about him she was absent minded with her control and reflexes.



Hermione showed him her desire for him as much as he had shown her, she liked the taste, the feel of his skin on her tongue, the texture and smoothness of his cock was lavished with her kisses, and licks. Severus arched his back and let out a loud moans.



As he enjoyed her lips, Hermione let her hands run up his chest and caress his body. She felt a warmth and affection flow over her body. His hands came up and covered hers as she touched him. It was a gesture that meant a lot. Severus felt comforted by her touches. He needed to be touched, not just fucked. It was something Hermione was feeling now for the first time.



She began to realize that Severus wanted connection. Her touches gave him connection. He took him deep in her mouth and reached up with her hands, placing her palm over his heart, feeling the beat. Severus covered her hand with his, squeezing her fingers. Hermione was flooded with need. A need she didn’t understand. It was accompanied by fear. She didn’t know what to do.



Was this Severus’s fear? She rose off him and leaned over to look at him, taking his lips in a kiss. She kissed him with a purpose this time. She wanted to dispel the fear. While she didn’t know what it was she didn’t want him to feel it.



Severus was aware of her state of mind, the longing to give him something he needed. Her kiss was highly erotic to him. He delved his hands in her hair, holding the back of her head as he kissed her. She brought her legs up and straddled his body.



With a simple arch and drop of her hips she took him deeply inside her. Severus groaned into her mouth, thrusting his hips upward to plunge deeper. She began rolling her hips, never breaking the kiss for a moment.



Severus’s body was sending Hermione some intense feelings. His lust and need for her was overwhelming to him at times and she was being given glimpses of it. Severus felt his body take on a new sensations. Whatever she was giving him wasn’t enough. He needed something more.



Hermione had broken the kiss and was looking at him as she moved. Her hips rocked along with him, in a dance they had shared many times before. But as she looked at his face, she was struck with an emotion she hadn’t felt from him.



She felt a strong need, a need she didn’t know he had. She tried to look in his eyes but he was averting them. “Severus look at me.” She whispered, but he buried his face in her neck. He wasn’t making any noises. He was keeping it inside, and she wouldn’t have know he was if it hadn’t been for the potion. She knew he wanted to say what he was feeling and was afraid. Suddenly it came to her. Like a bolt of lightening and shocked her whole body. No wonder he was so terrified. She was trying to look at him. “Look at me please Severus.”



He couldn’t. What would she say? Would she destroy him inside with her words? Would she reject his feelings? Would he regret his decision to take this potion?



“Please Severus, please.” She took his jaw in her hands and brought his face to hers. Kissing his lips she looked into his eyes. She felt her heart hurting for him. He needed this from her and she would give it to him. She would give him everything she felt.



Severus felt her feelings overcame him, she gave him a soft smile. “Severus, I love you too.” She said softly.



Severus’s eyes opened wide and his body stilled as he looked at her. Hermione kissed him again. “I love you Severus.” She told him again. She kissed him again. She smiled at him again. Severus felt his chest explode. Was this what he needed? Did he need love? Did he want Hermione to love him?



She started moving again. Her hips grew more frantic. “I love you, I love you, I love you.….” She chanted out as she rode him. He felt her emotions filling him. She did love him. She wouldn’t go anywhere. Severus began thrusting upward. Hermione was gasping and clutching to him. He held her tightly, letting out everything he was feeling.



His hands held any curve he could find. This is what he was afraid to realize. He wanted her love and he was scared to ask for it. He didn’t have to be scared anymore though. Hermione had felt his longing and made sure he felt her love. He felt it now as she neared her climax.



He felt her body tightening up on him and started crying out. They let out growls and cries as they came together. Each releasing their own fluids to mix together. Hermione’s pussy tightened on Severus’s throbbing cock as he arched his back.



“SEVERUS I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!” She cried out as her body shook with her orgasm. It was a sight Severus loved and he loved it even more tonight.



Hermione collapsed on him and heaved on his chest. She didn’t roll away. She didn’t feel anything from Severus but she didn’t expect to. She was reluctant to break any contact with him. He needed her love. that’s what he was holding in. She should have told him, she should have let her feelings known, but that didn’t matter. He knew how she felt now. He knew she loved him now.