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When the Magic’s Gone

Chapter six - Busted

It’s all Rowling’s, except what you don’t recognize.

Smut alert ‘ NC 17 ‘ ‘nuff said.

‘Peter, I think the book’s in here’’ There was a gasp and the creak of a door closing. ‘Never mind, Peter, you don’t want to be late for your first appointment. It’s that very nervous Appleby lady for her second root canal. She needs plenty of gas even before the shot.’ Snape heard Liz’ voice retreat into the distance.

Snape wanted to get back to sleep’. Only there was something nagging at the back of his mind. What was it? He tried to turn over, something in the way -- something with soft curly hair -- Oh bloody hell!

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Liz was waiting for Hermione at the kitchen table. Hermione yawned and got herself a cup of coffee. She looked around for Snape.

‘He’s gone to pick up some butter,’ Liz responded with her typical maternal ESP.

‘Oh. But we have a block of butter in the ‘fridge.’

‘My mistake.’

Hermione then realized that something was up. She sat down facing her mom across the table. ‘What is it?’

‘Princess. I have no doubt whatsoever of your abilities to seduce a man.’

‘Oh, and where is this coming from? Nothing happened last night. He got hurt and I was worried. He was under the covers and I was on top -- and I can’t believe I have to defend myself. It’s none of your business if I were’’

‘Yes, I heard his story and I rewrapped the bandages. Nonetheless, I have eyes and I see the way you look at him.’ Liz didn’t like to frown because it always made her look older, but she couldn’t help frowning now. ‘It’s just with his kind, it’s highly unlikely that you will have a long term relationship and I’d hate to see you get hurt. I mean, well, thank heavens we got you on the pill last year. You are still on it?’

‘Yes, mum.’ Actually Hermione had been off it while at Hogwarts and only started up again last week while at home. But she wasn’t going to tell her mom that. ‘What is this ‘his kind’? It sounds rather nasty. What do you think he is?’ Hermione hissed.

‘It’s not my business what his ethnic background is. But the skin color, the nose, his name may be British, but he’s not one of us. And they always wind up marrying their own kind. Honestly, you’ve been too sheltered at that wizarding school.’

‘I think I’m going to be sick.’ Hermione felt her face flush. ‘And, anyway, by your argument I should be getting married to him because we are the same ‘kind’. I’m a witch and he’s a wizard. So maybe you should lay off.’ Hermione’s voice was getting louder against her will.

‘Hermione this is not the time to be stubborn. You are under our roof’’

‘Well, not for much longer. I’m moving out. How dare you? How dare you pull this ‘not our kind’ shite on me? He is my kind and God knows there are pretty damned few of us left.’ Hermione got up and put her coffee mug into the sink with a clatter. ‘Maybe I should marry him and have a whole lot of little witches and wizards to repopulate. Or maybe adopt a dozen or so orphans to spare them from being raised by clueless muggles.’

Hermione stopped, and put a hand to her mouth, suddenly made ashamed by her mother’s stricken look. She reached over to try to hug her, but Liz pulled away. ‘I’m sorry, mum, I’m sorry.’

Liz stood up and straightened her clothing. ‘Well, you always follow your own lead. Foolish of me to think I could change that. Just try to have some sensitivity to your father’s feelings, since you don’t take a care over mine.’ She was out the door in a shot and Hermione, yet again, found herself wondering just why things always went so wrong between them. After her mother’s car pulled out of the driveway, Hermoine decided to go upstairs and change into fresh clothes to have breakfast out.

And there he was, waiting in her room, tall, dark and brooding, in full evil bat mode, looking like he was ready to swoop down on some unsuspecting Longbottom.

‘Um, good morning, Russ? Professor? How’s your hand?’ Hermione stood poised at her door, wondering if she should make a run for it.

‘Doing well, Hermione.’

‘And Blaise?’

‘Being eaten by worms, as is most of the children I’ve taught at Hogwarts for the past two decades.’

‘I see. Well, if you will excuse me, I’ll just grab some clothes and get changed in the bathroom.’

‘Stay, we have to talk.’ He moved to shut the door behind her.

‘Why are you up here?’

‘Hiding from your mum. You already have butter.’

‘I know. Do we have to talk now?’

In one swift movement, he was on her, holding both her hands in his. His eyes riveted on hers. ‘Yes, yes we do need to talk, especially about last night.’

‘Alright, you start.’ She felt like her heart was about to leap from her chest.

Snape surprised Hermione by sitting on her bed. She didn’t think he’d give up the height advantage so readily. He brought her down next to him. ‘Last night, the effects of the hex were rather strong. I need to apologize.’

‘No, it’s alright.’

‘I thought I was back at Hogwarts. And you said something to me.’

‘That I loved you?’

Disbelief showed in his black eyes. ‘I didn’t hallucinate that? Why, why did you say it?’

‘Because I do love you?’ Hermione felt scared. What was she saying? She wanted him, but’

‘Hermoine, don’t play with me.’ He snarled.

‘Why does everyone, everyone, bloody well think I can’t handle my own affairs. I love you: I said it. What is your problem?’

Snape got up off the bed and began to pace. ‘I suppose it’s because there is some sort of cosmic joke going on. Voldemort is finally gone, but so is everyone, every thing, I once knew or cared about. Suddenly, I don’t recognize myself in the mirror and I have beautiful women wanting to sleep with me. I love you and I have no job, no residence, no money, nothing at all to offer you. I don’t dare ask you to marry me. Last night, I thought I was at Hogwarts and all ‘this—’ he threw his hands up in the air dramatically, ‘had only been a bad dream. And then you had to say you loved me.’ He turned and fixed her with a stare. ‘I think I’m going to lose my mind.’

‘Russ, you love me?’ Hermione was off the bed and standing in front of him.

‘Not so fast. Yes. But I’m not going to act on these feelings and you shouldn’t either. It’s too dangerous.’

‘To hell with that.’ She reached up and kissed him. Damn it was good.

‘Herm—’ Snape tried to stop her and she kissed him again.

‘Not another word.’ And she continued to kiss him until he ceased to struggle and kissed her back. His tongue eased into her mouth and Hermione shivered. Yes -- finally. And she felt a wave of vertigo hit her. She pushed him back and undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a tee shirt. ‘Strip.’ She ordered him breathlessly.

‘Hermione, shouldn’t we slow down a bit? I’m the one with more experience here. There’s no hurry.’ He touched her face with the fingertips of his bandaged hand. ‘Relax a bit, let things happen.’ His scowl gave way to a small questioning smile.

‘I feel like I’ve waited an eternity for this.’

‘Well, then you can wait a bit longer.’ He gave her a gentle kiss at the base of her neck and she moaned in response.

‘No.’ Hermione wasn’t to be put off. ‘Tell me, how do I know there won’t be a knock on the door and they’ll take you away because of that mark on your arm? Can you promise me that you’ll still be here tomorrow?’ She reached up to stroke his cheekbone. ‘I can’t wait. I’m scared I’m going to lose you before we’ve even had a chance to get to know each other.’

Snape pulled her close to him and whispered, ‘I’m sorry Hermione. Maybe you’re right.’ He turned away from her and picked up her CD player. ‘Were you playing this the other day?’ She nodded. ‘I like it. Please play it now.’

As the deep sultry sounds of a woman’s voice singing in French filled the room, he lifted her face to him and kissed her with greater passion than he’d ever shown her before.

Gently they swayed in time to the music. Her body melted into his. Her head was on his shoulder and he stroked her back in small circles and placed butterfly kisses on her face. She felt his manhood rise hard and hot against her. On impulse, Hermione broke away from him.

‘I want to see your body. I’ve wondered for days what you look like.’ She touched his chest with her hand and let it slide down to his stomach.

‘You’ll be disappointed. I’m not much to look at.’ His diffident smile melted her heart. She pulled his tee shirt up and he helped her get it over his head.

His chest seemed thin to the point of emaciation. There was a dark butterfly pattern of chest hair, which gave way to a line leading down to his trousers. She pressed her face against his chest, noting that he no longer smelt of the herbs and spices of her old potions professor, but rather Palmolive soap and Aramis. She didn’t mind at all.

‘I want to see the rest of you.’ She rested her hand on the snap of his jeans, looking for permission. He swallowed and nodded. She pulled down the zipper revealing a pair of black cotton bikini under shorts thinly containing his erection. She could see the head and the veins clearly through the cotton. ‘Oh, please sit down.’ She murmured.

He sat on her bed, and she removed his running shoes and socks, and then pulled off his jeans. With a slight tug, and a raising of his hips, his knickers followed. She took his penis and stroked it against her face. ‘Oh yes, I’ve missed you.’

‘Hermione, I hope you’re not talking to what I think you are?’

‘I’m sorry. I’ve just dreamt of this moment.' She put her lips around him, letting herself savor the feel and taste him.

‘Oh Gods, woman, what are you doing to me?’ His breath rasping in his throat, he closed his eyes and lightly rested his good hand on her head.

Her hands sought out and massaged his sac. She loved its heavy fullness. She played with it as she continued to lave his cock.

‘Hermione, you’re going to have to stop. If you want me to be able to—’

‘I’m not stopping. I want to watch you come. I want to feel it. Taste you.’

‘You are depraved. What have I done to you?’

‘This is what I want. Show me how to please you.’ She closed her eyes and continued to stroke him with her mouth and tongue. Her hands continued to gently, but firmly massage his balls.

‘You are pleasing me.’ His voice was a low growl. ‘You can’t imagine.’

‘Hmmm.’ She felt his balls begin to pull up and, instinctively, she began to speed up the pace of her ministrations. Experimentally, she relaxed her throat and sent him all the way down it.

‘Oh Gods—’ Snape started to lose control and thrust himself deeper into her. He tangled his fingers into the fullness of her hair. ‘Hermione, I’m going to — you know.’ He rasped as his back arched. ‘If you don’t want a mouth full of—.’

She looked up at him with rapture. This is what she’d spent days thinking of. She smiled and met his eyes, reassuring him that this was, indeed, what she wanted. She continued pleasuring him and building the pace. Whereas the first time he’d come for her, he’d been silent, this time an amazing sound seemed to be wrenched from the deepest part of his being. She listened to his sweet keening as his seed filled her mouth. It was salty and bitter and she swallowed, and then licked what was left off of him. She treasured the sight of his normally controlled face, contorted again in ecstasy and relished the power and mystery of what they had just experienced.

She felt his arms wrap around her as he brought her up against his body. He held her in a tight clasp and kissed her deeply, tasting remnants himself in her mouth. He was shaken by the intensity of what they had shared and he felt tears coming to his eyes.

‘How could you have done that? I’ve never felt anything so, so—. You are extraordinary.’ He held her tight and allowed the tears to come. Hermione rested in his arms, but her whole body was humming with energy. She missed her magical abilities, but this came very close to what magic used to mean to her. She felt the wetness of his tears against her face and kissed one.

‘I love you, Severus Snape.’

‘And I love you, Hermione Granger.’

They rested there, Snape almost dozing, and then he snapped to alert. ‘What about you?’

Hermione smiled. ‘I was wondering.’

‘What’s that muggle phrase? What’s good for the gander is good for the goose?’

She giggled. ‘Close enough.’

‘Come here you.’ He stripped her down to her white bra and floral underwear. ‘Oh, you are so lovely.’ He just looked at her, drinking in the sight of her semi-naked body. He kneeled before her and kissed her belly while his hands to traveled over her breasts. He was rewarded by the feel of her nipples hardening under his fingers. Hermoine slipped the bra off over her head.

Snape left a trail of kisses heading down to the cotton of her pants. Hermione suddenly gasped as she felt his warm breath upon her bud. Going weak in the knees, she sat on the bed. Snape pulled down her knickers and let her legs drape over the side of the bed. He came in closer to her and parted her legs to lick her moist slit.

Hermione bucked from the sensation raised by his tongue as it found her clit. Circles of heat flared up all over her. She reached down and touched his head, not sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. The intensity of what she was experiencing felt like it almost too much, as if she heart would stop any moment if he kept going. Yet she had to have him continue; it felt too good to stop.

‘Severus, I can’t breath.’ He ended his tonguing and brought his mouth up to hers. Kissing her gently, he let her taste the clear fluid that covered his lips. He then brought his mouth down on one of her nipples, while using his good hand to continue to thumb her bud. She looked at him from under passion-veiled eyes. The hunger of his face as he sucked and teased her breasts sent her into yet another new realm of desire. Suddenly, she longed to have him fully in her.

She reached out her hand to him and found his chest. She let her fingers run down him trying to reach between his legs. His eyes met hers. He shook his head, ‘It’s too soon, my love. Maybe in a little while.’

Not wanting to disappoint her, he brought two fingers into her vagina and pressed upwards. She screamed out her pleasure. He continued to rhythmically service her with his hands and brought his mouth down to her clit yet again. Her legs wrapped around his neck as her pelvis bucked against him again and again. Eventually he had to hold her hips down with his arm, so as not to be injured by her wild gyrations.

Snape felt a rising and hardening between his legs. To be aroused again, at his age, in such a short time was nothing less than miraculous. He brought Hermione fully up onto the bed and brought her legs apart with his knee.

The front door opened.

She bent her legs to give him complete access.

Feet were moving up the stairs.

She gasped as his maleness entered her and continued.

A soft call of ‘Hermione?’ And then, ‘alohomora.’

his gentle and rhythmic strokes inside of her.

The door of her bedroom opened.

‘Hermione?’

‘Harry?’

‘Potter?’

‘Snape?’

Hermione grabbed the coverlet and brought it up over them.

‘Harry, you’re supposed to be dead.’ She said in joy and utter astonishment.

‘He will be when I get through with him!’ replied Snape in a black fury.

‘I always said you were soft on him, ‘Mione. Well, do carry on; don’t mind me. I, I’ll go make some tea, shall I?’ Harry’s red face belied his attempt to be casual.

He stood there in the open door a second longer, a look of wonder on his face.

‘Well, what are you staring at, Potter?’

‘Nice teeth!’

The door closed before the pillow could hit him.

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