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Passing Notes in Snape's Class	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 39005 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Passing Notes in Snape's Class
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- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
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Severus and Hermione lay together, holding hands and staring up at the stars as the giant wheel turned. After the second rotation, Hermione stifled a yawn with her hand. Rolling on his side to face her, he kissed her cheek gently. "We should probably think about heading back to Draco's."
She nodded her head and stood up. They dressed slowly. With a wave of his wand, Severus vanished the bed and returned the dining table to its original place. They took their seats and held hands on the top of the table. "I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful night." she said, kissing his hand.
Snape grunted, but Hermione could see the pleased smirk play across his lips.
When the capsule stopped, the attendant opened the door. "Did you enjoy your flight?"
"Very much." Hermione beamed. "Thank you. It was amazing." She turned and smiled at Severus.
In the car, she laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped her up in his strong arms. She raised her head when he kissed the top of her head and whispered "We're here."
Draco met them at the door and ushered them into the living room. "Would you care for a brandy?"
"None for me." Hermione yawned.
"I wouldn't mind one." Severus answered. He sat on the couch and pulled Hermione onto his lap. She kicked off her shoes and nuzzled her face into his neck, snuggling into his arms.
Draco returned with the drinks. He smiled broadly at his old Head of House cuddling a tiny Gryffindor on his lap. "Mind your tongue, Draco." Severus said darkly as he reached for his glass.
Hermione drifted off to sleep as she listened to the two men talk. Severus' voice rumbled deeply in his chest, lulling her to sleep.
Hermione woke and looked around. She was lying on Professor Snape's bed, he was attempting to remove her dress. "How did I get here?" She asked sleepily.
"You fell asleep while we were at Draco's. I carried you here."
"I'm sorry and I wanted to speak to Harry before we came back to the castle." She said sadly.
"Well I did see Mr. Potter," he said, continuing to remove her dress, "and I assured him you had a wonderful time on our date. I don't think he was too pleased, seeing you curled up on my lap though." He chuckled evilly.
"Why didn't you just magic my clothes off?"
"I was having more fun doing it this way." He leered at her.
"Oh you were, were you?" She teased, reaching up to unbutton his shirt.
Laughing he swatted at her hand. "Stop it you wanton minx. Aren't you tired yet? Don't you want to go to sleep?"
"Yes." She pouted. "But I want to fuck you too."
"Greedy wench." He mumbled as he stood up and removed the rest of his clothing. Climbing into bed he wrapped the naked witch tightly into his arms. He kissed her deeply and then moved to nibble on her neck. "Roll over on your side, with your back to me." He breathed in her ear.
She rolled over and pressed her back tightly to him. She sighed pleasantly as she felt him rub his hard cock against her wet outer lips and slowly push himself into her. He pulled her tightly against him when he was fully inside her warmth. "There." He spoke softly in her ear. "Now you can have both. My cock in you while you sleep."
"Mmmmmm." She said sleepily as he moved gently inside of her.
When Hermione woke the next morning, she was still wrapped tightly in Severus' arms. She sighed happily and enjoyed the warmth of his large body against her back and the reassuring sound of his breathing. Peaceful and content, she replayed every second of their date in her head. Feather light kisses on her shoulder blades pulled her out of her reverie.
"Good morning." She said, attempting to rollover and face him.
"Shhhh." He hissed in her ear, his arms tightening and holding her in place. She gasped slightly as she felt him rub his erect penis between her legs. "I have to fuck you." He groaned in her ear, his voice hoarse from sleep or lust.
She moaned as he pushed himself into her and pulled her tightly to his chest. His hand traced down her stomach and began to rub between her legs, massaging her clit. Hermione began to pant and she rubbed back against him. He surprised her when he continued to speak in her ear.
"What have you done to me witch? Why can't I stop fucking you?" From a man who was usually quiet during sex, his baritone voice and words sent shivers through her body and straight to her center. He continued to speak into her ear as he thrust in and out of her. "I can't believe how good it feels to fuck you. You have completely captured me. All the times I fantasized about you, imagined being you. I never knew it could feel this good. That you could feel so fucking good."
Hermione whimpered with pleasure and moved with him.
"Fuck. Hermione. When I read that note and realized you wanted me too, I almost came all over myself. It was all I could do not to take your right there, right in front of everyone. Gods I just want to fuck you and keep on fucking you. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need." He pleaded.
"Oh Gods Severus." She cried loudly her whole body was vibrating. "I want you so much. I need you so much."
He pulled out of her and pushed her on her back, climbing on top, he pushed himself back into her wet center.
"You have captured me completely woman. I am at your mercy. Fuck, Hermione so fucking good, so fucking good."
Hermione was panting, she wrapped her legs around his waist and scratched his back with her nails.
"I am completely and utterly yours, Hermione. Oh Gods." He yelled loudly as he came. His whole body shook and he pressed himself tightly against her as he came. Hermione whimpered as her own orgasm pulsed through her.
Severus collapsed, face down on the bed next to her, his arm slung across her chest and his face buried in her neck. He was breathing heavily and his back was sweaty. His whole body trembled.
Wrapping her arm around him she gently rubbed his scarred back and waited for him to regain himself. Gradually his shaking subsided and his breathing returned to normal. He surprised her when he spoke against her neck without raising his head. "The Dark Lord never truly trusted me." He said darkly. "He always questioned my loyalties. When I failed to provide him with the information he desired, or failed to complete some task." He paused, taking a deep shuddering breath. "He would torture me."
Hermione kept rubbing his back. He paused for so long, she wondered if he would speak again. Finally he took another deep breath and continued. "The Dark Lord enjoyed beating me, but he most enjoyed the Cruciatus Curse. When he would do that," he paused again and she heard his voice catch, "when he would do that, I would Occlumens my mind and go into the small part where I kept my memories of you. Thinking about you, dreaming about you kept me sane. I cannot believe that you want me too. I cannot believe that having you in my arms now is real." He raised his head slowly and looked at her. Quiet tears were streaming down her face. "I love you more then you can ever know." He said simply.
Hermione bit her lip and nodded her head. Unable to speak through her tears, she stroked his hair with her hand. Laying his head on her stomach, he closed his eyes as she gently comforted him, rubbing his hair and his back.
Snape lay with his head on Hermione's stomach and allowed her to comfort him in a way he'd never been comforted before. The feel of her soft hand rubbing his back, her stomach beneath his cheek and the smell of sex hanging in the air slowly begin to loosen the grip of terror he had felt upon waking. He was grateful for her quiet peace and comforting touch. Grateful that she asked him no questions nor seemed to want further explanation. Even if he wanted to, he did not think he could describe the horrible nightmare that had followed him from sleep into waking. When he had opened his eyes, the blackness and terror had followed him. He was sure that the agonizing pain, feelings of loneliness and fear where merely hiding from him, waiting to snatch him away from the warmth he held in his arms. When he had kissed her shoulders and tasted her skin on his lips, he had been overcome with panic and the need to prove to himself that it was real. That SHE was real. In his fear and his terror, he couldn't get close enough to her, couldn't feel her enough, couldn't believe that she was really in his arms and that he was safe inside her warmth. He took a deep breath and felt himself begin to relax. He placed his large hand on her stomach and lost himself in her comforting touch.
Tears streamed down Hermione's face as she quietly stroked him. His frank admission had surprised her, she could only imagine the horror and the pain he must have suffered at the hands of Lord Voldemort. She could feel his muscles relax under her hand and her heart swelled with love for this incredibly strong, brave and complex man. She was startled when he stood suddenly. Without glancing at her, he crossed the room with large strides and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Touching her stomach where his head had been, she felt dampness. Bringing her fingers to her lips she tasted the salt and realized he had been crying. When he finally opened the bathroom door, Hermione had composed herself and dried her own tears. He stood in the doorway and smiled at the beautiful witch lying naked in his bed.
"Can you swim?" He asked, tossing a heavy black robe onto the bed.
"Swim?" she asked confused.
"Swim." He repeated. "To propel oneself through water in a buoyant manner?"
"I know what swimming is," she said testily. "what I don't know is why you are asking me if I can."
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his pajama pants. "Well if you would answer the question I could show you why I asked."
"Yes. I can swim." She said, pulling on the robe.
"Then come on" he said, holding out his hand to her.
Hermione tightened the robe around her and allowed him to lead her from his chambers and out to the castle hallway. Holding his hand she followed him around twists and turns until they entered a part of the castle she had never seen before. "Where are we?" She whispered as the stopped in front of an ornate door.
Smiling wickedly he leaned towards and whispered "Delirium Aquamansa".
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