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Matters of the Heart	By : strawberryf1re Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34556 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Rating: M – inappropriate for readers under the age of 16; contains scenes of explicit sexuality and violence.

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Matters of the Heart

K. Marie

Chapter 7

Severus lowered his face to Hermione’s, gently kissing her. For a moment, caught off guard by the sudden gesture, her entire body stiffened. The Potions Master delicately grasped her upper arms, pulling her body into him, snaking his hands around her back and holding her.

Hermione’s body relaxed as Severus’ tongue parted her lips, caressing hers softly. She reached her arms around him, tangling her fingers in his hair, returning the kiss hungrily. Severus thrust his body against hers, pushing her against the door, his leg between her thighs, forcing a gasp to escape from Hermione’s lips.

His hands began exploring her body through her clothing as their tongues met. Quiet noises were coming from Hermione’s throat as Severus’ hand crawled into her shirt and over the bare flesh of her stomach. It lingered just below the cup of her bra, the whispering sensation of his fingertips against her skin tantalizing. As if instinctually, her hips began rocking against his leg.

“Hermione…” he whispered softly, breaking the kiss and hungrily burying his face in her neck, biting and kissing and sucking softly the tender skin, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. Tossing her head back, Hermione exposed the soft flesh to him, inviting him to ravage her further. A soft moan escaped her as his fingers crept into her bra, teasing her nipple into hardness.

In a flash he had spun her around, his arm snaked around the small of her back and holding her to him tightly. Releasing her breast, he swept his desk clean in one strong movement, throwing parchment and vials and quills to the floor with a crash. Hermione was pressed painfully against the desk as he kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth with a new vigor, his free hand supporting him above her, his other hand tangling in her hair.

The Potions Master pushed her legs apart, rocking his hips against her heated core. She could feel a distinct hardness through the fabric of his pajamas, roughly rubbing against her wetness.

“Oh, gods,” Hermione whispered as he broke the kiss and addressed the remaining untainted side of her neck. He kissed and sucked at the supple flesh roughly, his hips still rocking against her. Her soft sounds encouraged him, and he licked her jawbone and started sucking on her earlobe, occasionally licking the rim of her ear and plunging his tongue into her ear.

Hermione wrapped her legs around him, pressing his erect length against her. His hand crawled back into her shirt and worked her breast, his mouth still lingering on her ear and occasionally leaving it for the supple skin of her throat. She placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips to hers and kissing him deeply. Hungrily, he returned the gesture, his tongue exploring her mouth as he leaned her back onto his desk, his strong, warm chest pressed against her body.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” she whispered into his ear as he suckled at her neck. With his face, he pushed her hair out of the way, his teeth gently scraping along her delicate skin. With his free hand, he grasped her hip and pulled her closer to him, the heat from her sex pressed against his manhood and causing him to throb almost painfully. Suddenly, Hermione began to work the tie of his pajamas.

Almost as hastily, he pulled his hand from the confines of her shirt and closed it on her trembling hands. She froze.

With his mouth close to her ear, Severus whispered: “Hermione, have you any idea of how terribly inappropriate intimacy between a student and her teacher is?” He intentionally released soft breath onto her moist ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yes, I do,” she replied, her fingers unmoving on his clothes.

“And have you any idea the danger you risk, should the Dark Lord ever discover my association with a Muggleborn?” His voice was a low growl, stirring something deep within Hermione’s groin.

“You certainly know how to ruin the mood, Professor Snape,” Hermione hissed, pushing him off of her, allowing her to sit up. “Honestly, have you no idea who my best friend is? How, since my very first year here at Hogwarts, my life has been endangered due to my associations? And that despite it, I am still friends with Harry Potter?”

“He would not hesitate in launching a personal attack against you, Hermione,” Severus continued, seriously, his fingers toying with a tendril of her hair. “You are Muggleborn, and if he were to ever discover my true loyalties – I fear that my involvement with you would not be overlooked. To punish me, he may–”

Hermione pressed two fingers to his lips. “You think far too much, Professor. Ah, ah” – he had gestured to speak, but Hermione interrupted him – “You over think, Professor. More than even I, and that is saying something.” A coy smile danced across Hermione’s features as Severus kissed her fingertips.

“Considering the circumstances, Hermione, I feel it would be appropriate if you were to call me ‘Severus.’”

“Of course,” she said, that same coy smile lingering on her lips. “Severus.”

“I do believe I enjoy the way it sounds coming from you, Hermione,” he kissed her forehead. “I just want to rest assured that you understand–”

“Severus, shh. Honestly,” she said exasperatedly. “I understand. I understand, and I don’t care. I want this.”

A small smile crept across Severus’ face, an expression Hermione had never seen before; an expression she hoped she would be able to grow accustomed to. Leaning forward, Hermione placed a tender kiss on his mouth. “You have terrible timing, you know.”

His lips curled. “It is nearly seven o’clock. In the morning, I might add. Not only did you interrupt a very pleasant dream, I must confess I am not in top form first thing in the morning.”

Hermione smiled slyly. “A pleasant dream? Whatever was it about?”

“That is for my own pleasure,” he replied, tracing his finger down her cheek.

Hermione stretched to kiss him. “Have it your way, then. I should probably get back to my dormitory, anyway. Breakfast starts in an hour, and I’m hardly presentable!”

Severus nodded slowly. “Indeed. I am still in need of a shower. And yes, Hermione, contrary to popular belief, I do shower regularly.”

She couldn’t help but giggle as he glared at her, all but menacingly. Quickly, he planted a soft kiss on her mouth and turned on his heel, his dressing gown very much emulating his robes as it billowed. He disappeared through the door into his private rooms, and Hermione smiled.

Returning to her dormitory, Hermione investigated her newly marked body in her bathroom mirror. Her throat was more bruise than it was pale. It was fortunate that she had read about a clever concealment charm that would hide the marks for quite a few hours, but nonetheless, a turtleneck would be in order!

Pulling her hair back into a tight bun, Hermione tamed it with a quick spell. With a few mumbled words, the bruises on her throat vanished. She pulled a burgundy sweater over her head, neatly arranging the neck so that any sign of her previous intimacy with her professor was hidden away from plain view. The bell rang, announcing the start of breakfast. Hermione was completely famished after her exertion in the potions office, and she hurriedly made her way to the Great Hall.

Following her classes that day, Hermione promptly reported to the potions dungeon, as her attendance was required by Professor Snape. She had received the usual workload of assignments from her classes, and secretly hoped that the professor would allow her to work on them instead of her project; she was considerably farther ahead of the syllabus for him to allow her some leeway.

As she pushed open the heavy dungeons door, Hermione let her eyes scan the premises. It seemed as though the professor was not there. But then, she noted the storeroom’s door was wide open, and light escaped from it. Closing the door behind her, Hermione slowly began towards the supply room.

“Se–Professor Snape?” she called, cautious in case there was a student accompanying him. It would not do if a student heard her refer to the Slytherin Head of House by his first name!

“Professor Snape?” Hermione called again, peering through the doorway.

Severus had climbed the stepladder and was sorting through his reagents. “Ah, Hermione,” he replied without turning. “You failed to mention my supplies were running low.”

Hermione cocked a curious eyebrow, resting a hand on her hip. “Severus, when I last made use of them, I hadn’t noticed that anything was missing.”

“Curious,” he pondered. “It would seem that the majority of the supplies missing are the more rare herbs; alihotsy, yohimbine… They are quite expensive if I were to purchase them from the apothecary…”

“Would we be able to harvest them from the greenhouses?” Hermione asked, moving to Severus’ side and taking the vials from him that he handed her.

“Unfortunately, some of these are very difficult to grow, even in such a controlled climate. Others are too dangerous by Ministry law for Pomona to grow in her greenhouses. Many of these are, as I mentioned before… expensive,” Snape grumbled. “And while it isn’t as though I am terribly bankrupt, I would prefer not having to sacrifice my personal funds to re-supply Hogwarts. Especially considering the quantity of missing ingredients.”

Hermione frowned at him. “Then why not use the budget Hogwarts offers the potions curriculum?”

“Where do you think I find the funds to replace so many cauldrons after fools like Longbottom manage to destroy them?”

“Surely you can afford more than just a few extra cauldrons every year?” Hermione pressed.

“Of course. But then there is repair to the damage to the surrounding area, and I already restocked my supplies this semester. Twice,” he added promptly. “However, there is a simple solution to this… unfortunate event.”

Hermione stared up at him for a moment, her arms full of jars and vials of varying sizes and colors. Severus descended the ladder and stood before her, relieving her of some of her load. She followed him as he swept from the closet, the glass in her arms tink-ing as they bumped one another.

“While I normally would not voluntarily subject a student to a potential threat, I do feel that you are mature enough to both decide whether you wish to assist me or not, and to handle yourself accordingly in either decision.” He enchanted the jars he was holding and they shrunk, allowing him to slip them into an inner pocket of his robes.

“Yes?” Hermione asked as he took the vials from her and repeated the enchantment.

“We can very easily harvest the majority of these herbs in the Forbidden Forest,” Snape said, looking at Hermione evenly. “And as my apprentice, I would request that you assist me.”

“Of course,” Hermione nodded.

“I need not remind you of the many dangers one may face upon entering the Forbidden Forest. I recall the occasions when you would accompany your foolish friends into its depths,” Severus growled, looking at her.

Hermione nodded. “I know, and I don’t mind. I would love to help you, Severus.”

Severus stared at her for a moment, the eager Potions Mistress-in-making before him. Her curly brown hair had been tied back like so often these days, the usual tendrils hanging about her face prettily. He suddenly had the greatest urge to take her in his arms, and for once, he did not hold back.

Hermione gasped softly as he enveloped her tightly, pressing his mouth against hers. Smiling inwardly, Hermione returned the sweet gesture, her arms around his neck. She couldn’t help her disappointment when he released her. His hand cupped her face, his rough thumb stroking her cheek. Placing a small hand on his, her eyes flickered shut, savoring the moment. How was it that something felt so right?

When his hand finally fell away from her face, Hermione straightened up, tucking behind her ear the loose pieces of hair that framed her face. Severus had moved to his office, where within he was gathering his cloak and two pairs of dragon hide gloves.

“Hermione,” he asked as she entered his office. “Would you happen to have your cloak?”

“No, but I can go get it if I need to,” she turned, but Severus’ voice stopped her.

“That will be unnecessary.” Grabbing a second cloak, he pushed it into her arms. It felt considerably lighter and upon holding it open in front of her, she realized it was considerably smaller than when it had been hanging off the cloak rack.

Wrapping it around her, Hermione took the gloves Severus offered and tucked them into an inner pocket. The Potions Master pulled out his wand and pointed it at the entrance to his office. Suddenly, he glanced at Hermione.

“Would you be uncomfortable if we used the passage that led from my quarters?”

An opportunity to see Severus’ private rooms? Hermione shook her head. She had never seen any of her professors living quarters, and she supposed with good reason; how peculiar would it be that any of her professors invite her into them? It would be terribly inappropriate! But she couldn’t help but feel excited to see the Potions Master’s rooms.

“Of course not,” she said with a soft smile.

“All right, then.” He stood in front of her, almost awkwardly for a moment. Vaguely, she recalled the moment just after Ron invited her to his bedroom at the Burrow, and another small smile escaped her. Deep down, under all that coldness, Professor Severus Snape was simply a lost, lonely, little boy seeking some company.

Or, Hermione reasoned. I could be terribly off base and he’s just feeling terribly uncomfortable inviting a student to his bedroom. But then again, only this morning… the memory of the morning’s events caused a stirring in her groin.

Severus’ voice drew Hermione’s mind back to the present. “Shall we go, then?” He had opened the door that led to his quarters; the hallway was dark, and she assumed, another tunnel through the dungeons comprised of stone. Hermione nodded quickly, and for a moment, Severus seemed to consider something. Then, he held his hand out to her.

As if it were an unfamiliar object, Hermione simply stared at it for a moment. His hand was long and the fingers thin, but just by looking one could tell it was strong. His palm and fingertips were harshly calloused from years of brewing potions and harvesting ingredients and the like. Slowly, she reached her hand out to his, tiny in comparison, delicate and almost childlike.

He enveloped her small hand in his, the corner of his mouth tugging into a half-smile. Hermione returned the gesture, managing a full smile, and followed the Potions Master through the doorway and into the musty hall within.

Their footsteps echoed through the passageway but it didn’t take long to reach the entrance to Severus’ rooms. Turning the handle, he pushed open the door to reveal an elaborate and beautiful living room. Hermione audibly gasped as her eyes scanned the elegant room.

The walls were not stone; in fact, they were a gorgeous hue of deep red. Along the far wall, a black marble hearth was installed with two extremely comfortable-looking armchairs, decorated in a silvery-black pattern. A matching sofa was opposite them, with a black marble coffee table in between. Along the walls, elaborate metal candelabra softly illuminated the room.

From this room branched another room, and from her place at the entrance, Hermione could vaguely make out a bookshelf. Glancing up at Severus eagerly, he nodded once, releasing her hand, and she fled to his library. The walls were covered with bookshelves that stood to the ceiling, various books, most bound in black or brown leather, completely covering each shelf. She was in heaven.

“Do not dawdle too long, Hermione. We must make haste before the sun sets and the Forbidden Forest is too dangerous.” Severus’ leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossed against his chest. His expression was almost smug.

“Of course, Severus,” Hermione lingered a moment longer, before hesitantly squeezing past him out of his library.

“You can spend as long as you want in there once we return,” he offered kindly. “I suspect many of those texts will help you a great deal in your apprenticeship.”

“Oh, thank you, Severus!” Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms over his shoulders. “Thank you, so much!”

Severus rested his hands on her hips as he kissed her deeply. Oh, how marvelous it was to finally be able to taste her lips, feel her body against his. Snaking his strong arms around her, he held her close to him, tempted almost to never let her go. It seemed too good to be true.

When she broke the kiss to look in his eyes, he could see his reflection in the amber depths. “Severus,” she crooned. “We should go.”

He released her, nodding his agreement. “This way.” A door leading from his kitchen opened to another musty tunnel, though this one was only stone for a short way until it was completely comprised of mud and tree roots.

Hermione pulled the hood of her cloak up over her hair, protecting it from the chunks of earth shaken loose as they walked. Snape had done the same, his hand enveloping Hermione’s again. The walk was considerably longer as they made their way beneath castle grounds, Hermione stumbling over unseen chunks of dirt and rock several times. Finally they emerged through a hole in the ground. When Hermione turned to it, she couldn’t see it.

“It’s bewitched,” Severus growled as she looked around. “Let’s begin.”

Pulling on the dragon hide gloves, Severus began walking through the forest, Hermione shortly behind him. His tone was that of complete business: “Now, I trust that you can properly identify the alihotsy plant? And do take caution that you don’t put your hands anywhere near your face after you have handled the leaves. Also, if you happen to come across it, my supply of lovage leaves is running dangerously low as well. But again, take care that your hands do not contact your face after handling the leaves.”

“All right,” Hermione nodded. Severus pointed in a direction that Hermione assumed she would be able to find either alihotsy or lovage plants, or possibly both. Climbing over the trunks of trees, Hermione’s eyes scanned the ground. After ten minutes of searching, she caught sight of something familiar.

The plant had spread itself over a good-sized patch of ground. There were several plants whose grayish-green leaves coiled into one another, tangling themselves.

“Alihotsy!” Hermione gasped. She bent over, holding the delicate leaves carefully in her gloved hands. Severus did not specify what condition the leaves needed to be in, but these looked very good. She began pulling the leaves off the trunk.

“Very good, Hermione,” came a voice from behind. Hermione let out a shrill shriek, clearly startled. Severus had put his hands on her hips to steady her, as her balance had been lost.

Quickly turning around, she seethed. “Have you not learned your lesson from the last time you did that?!”

Severus’ expression instantly changed from amusement to something much more melancholy as the event came to mind. With horror, Hermione realized what she had said, and began stammering apologies.

“Th-that’s not what I meant, Severus. I’m sorry! I just meant – you shouldn’t – you can’t – you can’t just creep up behind me like that, I’m so very skittish!” Pulling off a glove, Hermione reached her hand to Severus’ face apologetically, stroking his cheek. “I’m sorry, Severus. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Catching her face in his gloved hands, Severus bent to her mouth. She parted her lips and invited his tongue in for exploration, pulling him by his cloak closer to her body. He leaned her against a nearby tree, his leg pressed between hers, pinning her to the spot.

Hermione combed her fingers through his hair as she shook her other hand free of the alihotsy-contaminated glove. Severus’ hands had somehow become naked as well, and they found their way into her shirt, onto her stomach. Hermione felt his nails graze the soft flesh there, almost too lightly to be comfortable, but she savored the touch nonetheless.

“Severus,” she whispered as he left her mouth and tended to her neck, kissing her softly. The concealment charm had long since worn off and her neck was dark with bruises; he sought to add to her collection. His hand cradled her head as it fell back, exposing her tender throat to him, while his other hand slid further into her shirt and caressed her breast through the thin fabric of her bra.

Her hands fumbled with the clasp of his cloak and she pushed it off his shoulders, where it fell to the ground with a whisper. The sound of the wind bristling in the leaves joined the chorus of sighs that escaped the couple as they passionately kissed, their bodies reacting strongly to the contact.

Severus slowly lowered them to the forest floor, where he mounted Hermione as she lay across his cloak. Her lips caught his in an intense kiss as his hands worked open her blouse, pushing the fabric out of the way and allowing him access to her abdomen.

He abandoned her mouth again and addressed her bare chest, pushing the cups of her bra out of his way. Hermione gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, his hand working her other.

“Severus, we’ll never get any work done this way,” she gasped as he began pulling her pants down.

“We’ve all afternoon,” he growled at her as he began to kiss the insides of her thighs. Hermione released another soft moan as his fingers rubbed against her through her underwear, his lips grazing her thighs. “I have more important matters to tend to.”

She fisted her hand in his hair, moaning softly in between sentences. “That wasn’t how you felt back in your rooms.”

“Things change, Miss Granger,” he growled, and the irony was not lost on her. Her lips curled into a smile as he kissed a trail up her navel and to her lips.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth again, tangling his long fingers into her hair, pulling loose the tight ponytail. She unbuttoned his tunic and started pulling him free of it, revealing his bare chest to her. His warm skin on hers forced a growl from deep in her throat, her small hands exploring the pale skin eagerly.

Her lips abandoned his mouth, kissing the length of his strong jaw and tenderly bruising the pallid skin of his throat. He tipped his head back, allowing her access to the sensitive flesh there, a soft sigh escaping him. Shakily, her hands lowered to the clasp of his pants, fumbling to open them. She could feel his erection through the fabric, and she released a quiet, airy moan as her hands brushed against it.

Severus slipped out of his trousers, leaving them among the piles of clothing that had been abandoned haphazardly. He returned to her, kissing her deeply, his hands pulling her free of her bra and the blouse that lay beneath her. As he lowered his lips to her exposed breasts, his fingers traced the outer curve while his tongue teased her nipple. His free hand crawled down her stomach, resting at the soft curls between her legs.

“Oh gods, Severus,” she moaned as his fingers began to rub her wetness.

He climbed above her, her legs falling open to him. His dark eyes stared deeply into hers, her face pink with lust. The wrinkles in his face seemed exaggerated in his concerned expression, and gently, Hermione brought her hand to the side of his cheek, tracing the curve of his cheek.

“Hermione,” Severus began, and his voice contained an uncertainty Hermione had never heard before. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

There was a glint of mischievousness in those amber pools of light as Hermione’s mouth tugged into a reassuring smile. “Severus, make love to me.”

Severus lowered himself to her, slowly and patiently pushing his throbbing member into her. She gasped at the intrusion, clenching her hands tight around clumps of dirt and grass. Severus paused, concern evident in his face as he searched hers for something, anything to tell him to stop. Her hips pushed into him to pull him in further.

Hermione’s body had to stretch to accommodate Severus’ size, but once he began moving within her, passionately and tantalizingly, all thoughts of pain passed. Only they existed now, his warm, strong body moving above her, within her, through her.
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