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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21969 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 5
- 6
- 7
A/N: Chapter six is (finally!) here, and it’s a long one!! I am so sorry that this took so long to post. This chapter kept pointing me in different directions but I’m very happy with how it turned out. I promise that chapter seven won’t take as long and is already in the works! Please let me know what you think.
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Professor Snape pulled his eyes away from Hermione’s and set off down the far right corridor; towards the Potion’s classroom. He was already rounding a corner by the time it registered in her mind that she should follow him. She had to walk fast to keep up with his long and intentional strides.
He led Hermione by his classroom and she realized it wasn’t where they were going when they continued around a corner and up another flight of stairs. Hermione realized that she had never seen this hallway before. In seven years of coming to Potions how could she have never noticed the staircase at the end of the hall?
Snape reached a heavy oak door and whispered an incantation at the entrance. Recognizing his presence, the door swung open. He took a step inside, but when he realized that Hermione hadn’t followed he reached back to grab her by the wrist and pull her over the threshold. The door slammed shut behind them.
Professor Snape wandlessly lit the fireplace. The room was filled with a warm glow as he folded her into his arms. He pulled her tight against him; his left hand held her right, which then encircled her back as she was pulled flush against him. He stared deeply into her eyes and he could feel Hermione’s heart thumping against his chest.
She pulled her gaze from his and her eyes swept the room. “Is this...” she pointed at the ground. “Professor Snape, are these your quarters?” She pulled back and looked at him with a wicked grin on her face.
He pulled her body back to him roughly and she fell against his chest. “Yes,” he whispered into her ear, “I decided that I needed nothing more than for you to do your dusting here as well.” He gestured about the room with his free hand.
Hermione nearly choked as she laughed out loud. She leaned closer and craned her neck to press a sweet, deep kiss on his lips. When they pulled apart, he spoke inches from her.
“I haven’t slept well since you’ve been missing from my bed.” His lips grazed over hers as the words escaped him. She let her eyes flutter closed in absolute wonton peace. “And I don’t think I will survive the semester without you here.”
Her eyes shot back open. She started to speak but before she could he captured her in a deep and passionate kiss. When he pulled away he ran his hand through her hair and tucked one curl behind her ear. Suddenly he turned from her.
“I’m frustrated, Hermione,” he said.
“You’re frustrated? What in the bloody hell is there to be frustrated about?” She smirked as she took a step away from him. He reluctantly let her go.
She walked towards the fireplace and ran a finger over the mantlepiece. Snape enjoyed the way the glow from the fire cast her silhouette against the wall.
“I’m frustrated that I can’t be with you whenever I want,” he said honestly.
“You keep saying that,” she shot back, “yet here I am.” She spun back around to face him.
A smile pulled at his lips. He walked toward her and took a deep breath. He raked his hands into her hair again and tilted her head up to look at him, exposing her throat. She let out a heady sigh as he let the front of his body press against her. She could feel his legs straddling her left thigh as he brought his lips closer and planted featherlight kisses along her jaw and throat. She closed her eyes and let his touch, his scent, and his breath wash over her. Finally, when he spoke, his face was mere inches from hers.
“Yes. Here you are. Thank the gods,” he said in a whisper before capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. Hermione leaned against the warm fireplace. The dungeon was notoriously cold and these chambers were no different. She let her head fall back against the warm stone comprising the hearth.
“Come to bed.” Severus muttered against her lips as he pulled away from their kiss. She nodded and looked around before following him through an oak door. For the first time, Hermione was able to take in the room. The room was simple and occupied by dark furniture. There was a large writing desk at one end and two wing back chairs, separated by a small table, across from the fireplace. Hermione saw a small liquor cabinet of sorts on one wall, but the rest of the room was covered with bookshelves.
She followed hm into the bedroom and found a large four poster bed flanked by two end tables. As they entered, the candles of each side sprang to life, followed by the fireplace. Hermione smiled at his flourish of wandless magic.
“You know I always find that impressive,” she smirked.
“I know,” he said flatly, “which is precisely why I enjoy doing it.”
Hermione closed the space between them and they stood by the edge of the bed. Without warning or permission, she began unbuttoning his frock coat. She took her time, sliding each small button through its hole, until she could finally slide the coat from his shoulders. She untied his cravat and tossed it to the side before she found the buttons of his white undershirt and began unfastening those as well. With the top of his shirt hanging open, Severus captured her right wrist and steadied her hand. She looked up into his eyes and found them tearing into her. He was staring at her face so intently that she thought she might burst into flames.
“Severus?” She whispered his name as a question; unsure as to why he had stopped her and why he was looking at her so hard.
“I’ve never brought anyone into my chambers before, let alone into my bed,” he said as he sat down on the edge. She stood before him and he let his left hand caress her hip and thigh.
“Well why did you decide to let me in?” She asked with a sweet smile.
Snape was quiet for a moment. Finally he kissed her hipbone through her jeans. “Because I’ve never needed anything like I need you,” he said thought gritted teeth. “Not being able to touch you like I want to has been torture.”
Hermione smiled at the admonition and climbed into his lap. Her knees straddled his as she balanced over him. She leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss as his hand snaked around her waist. He laid back on the bed and she leaned over him; supporting herself on her arms as she kissed him.
Hermione felt his erection pressing between her legs and initially she fought the urge to rub against it. He however, pressed his hips upwards and used his grip on her waist to begin grinding her against his throbbing cock. Within minutes Hermione was breathing heavily and had to break away from their kiss.
She sat up on her knees and swiftly pulled her shirt over her head. Snape sucked in his breath as the flesh of her breasts peaked from behind black satin. He reached behind her to unclasp the garment and as she slid it off he grasped each fleshy orb. She looked so womanly and wonton as she writhed about on his lap, having now taken over the task of continuously grinding against him. He captured one nipple between his teeth and she let out a hiss. He sucked the pink flesh and flicked his tongue across it to soften his onslaught. Her fingers raked into his hair as she gained purchase against his trapped organ.
He swiftly pulled his head away and, wrapping one arm around her back, flipped her to lie flat on the bed. He unfastened her jeans and pulled them off her body. He leaned back over her and laced the fingers on his right hand with those on her left as he held her against the bed. He looked deeply into her eyes and he ground his bulge against the thin fabric covering her sex. She let out a strangled moan and closed her eyes; overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion and gaze.
He began kissing the column of her neck. Hermione let out another hiss as he nipped at the flesh along her collar bone. He moved down her body and sucked her nipples back into his mouth when he encountered them. He let his kisses fall across the soft plane of her stomach and finally, when he reached the apex of her thighs, he brushed his nose over her cotton covered opening. The fabric was damp and warm and exuded the intoxicating scent of lust. He let himself kiss the area before hooking his fingers through the elastic and tossing them to the ground.
Once she was freed from her cotton clad prison, Severus didn’t take a moment’s attention away from her wet center. He knew her eyes we closed anyway in glorious torment. He swiftly bent her knees and pressed her legs open on the bed. Once she was open to him he planted his kisses at her core. He did not tease or taunt her, but rather buried his face completely between her thighs. He let his tongue delve inside the moist opening as his nose greedily inhaled the scent of her. He noticed a hint of the rose scented soap he had grown accustomed to buried beneath the scent of her sex. He even had a bar of that soap in his bathroom at Spinner’s End for when she spent the night. When Hermione bought an extra bar to leave there he was equally thrilled and appalled. A toothbrush had already taken up residence there, that was true, but when he accidentally picked up the rose scented bar one morning he panicked. It wasn’t until he had already begun washing with it that the familiar scent began to fill the steamy bathroom.
“Hermione,” his voice was firm as he came down the stairs. “Why in the bloody hell does my bathroom smell like a rose garden?”
She chuckled and smiled up at him from the book she’d been reading. “Did you accidentally use my soap?” She laughed as she leaned forward to smell him, but he swatted her away.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me the next time you decide to make changes around here,” he said flatly.
“I hardly think new soap is a change, but as you wish, Professor,” she said and resumed reading. He grumbled as he walked away, but Hermione knew there was a smile hiding behind his eyes.
She heard him call back from the kitchen as he began doing dishes that had been left in the sink. He ran some water and squirted soap onto a scrub brush. “I don’t know,” he intoned, “maybe something lemony would smell better in here.”
He smiled to himself at the memory as his face was buried between her legs. He enjoyed nothing more than the familiar scent of her and the rose scented soap. She twisted on the blankets as his tongue delved more deeply into her and he splayed his palm across her stomach to keep her in place.
When her shuddering moans became hoarse cries he pulled away, wanting to keep her on the edge. He roughly yanked his shirt free and removed his trousers and underclothes until he was naked before her. Hermione was panting, and she propped herself up on one elbow to look at him. She reached out to run her fingers through the thatch of dark hair above his protruding cock. He let her touch him momentarily before swatting her hand away.
“Back, woman,” he said with a smirk as he moved over her. Hermione loved the way his bark was so much bigger than his bite, at least with her anyhow. His tone had its typical, commanding intonation, but was always accompanied by a decent measure of admiration behind his words. Hermione liked the easy way she could work him over.
She clamored back on the bed and he crawled over her. She splayed her legs for him and he gently nudged himself inside her slick entrance. Hermione let out a hiss as she stretched around him. Having gone several days without making love, both felt as if they were going to instantaneously burst. Snape moved slowly inside her as he pressed in her to the hilt. He felt Hermione’s legs ensnare his back and pull his body closer. He lay on top of her and brought his lips to her ear.
“You enjoy having me buried deep inside, don’t you?” His words we slow and felt like silk slipping over her. She nodded frantically in reply. He rocked his hips slightly but stayed firmly planted inside her.
“Fuck, Hermione,” he breathed. Their bodies were smashed together, grinding deeply against her G spot.
“Severus, I...I..it’s too much. I can’t take much more, I can’t...” Hermione’s voice became more strained with each word she uttered and, along with her admission, Hermione was sent flying over the precipice. She moaned as she pressed her hips up to receive all the purchase she could. As she shook beneath him his body let go inside of her and she was flooded with his release. He collapsed over her and their heavy breathing quickly became one slow, steady rhythm.
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