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Nothing But a Kiss COMPLETE	By : Snapes_Slave Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DISCLAIMER: Doesn't belong to me yadda yadda, I'm a broke bitch yadda, yadda... oh yeah, by the way, I think I see a lemonade stand just down the street... doesn't it seem cold for a lemonade stand? Hmm

A very bitter Hermione, and a very hesitant Snape, left the offices of the ministry. Both had things on their minds as they made their way from the apparition point to the doors of the castle and headed towards the headmistress's room. Little Lorelei was so excited to see the both of them, she ran towards them just as they enter the door and threw herself into her mommy's arms before reaching out to Severus with both hands saying, "Daddy, up." Severus was beginning to get used to this, but he would never really get over the amount of innocent trust and love that he saw in the child's eyes. Just as he thought this to himself, she kissed his cheek, with an open mouth and plenty of tongue, before saying, "Love you, Daddy." Hermione heard his throat catch as he kissed her on the top of her head and said, "I love you too, little one." She happened to be more than a bit choked up too, seeing as this was the first time she had ever said those words.
Before they left in a flurry of robes, Minerva announced that Lorelei had been a perfect angel for her Grandma Minnie. Hermione thanked the woman before they went on their way, heading towards the castle gates to apparate to the burrow.
Once they got past the gates, to the apparition point, Severus asked her, "Can you do this, or would you like me to take us there?"
She looked up at him with slightly misty, wistful eyes, and said, "Severus, that place was practically my home. I doubt I could forget how to get there if I tried." He answered her watery smile with a soft smile of his own, as he grabbed her hand and held the baby tightly to his chest, and Hermione spun them away.
They popped outside of the burrow, just on the side of the road, and Hermione took a step back and couldn't help but stare at the humble residence. Obviously the publicity that the-boy-lived and his best friend had gotten after the war ended, had left them with some money, because the formerly Humble Home was no more. Hermione could tell that it was the same house, it had the same feeling of home and comfort that it had always had, for as long as she could remember. But it was plain to see that there were several new additions to the house. New wings went off on either side, as well as a very nice looking shed and Greenhouse to the rear of the home. Hermione wasn't sure how long she had stood for, just looking at all the new parts of the house, when he pulled her hand resting his forehead against hers, looked into her eyes deeply, and said, "I'm right here, Hermione. I promise, I won't leave you, no matter what."
"Thank you, Severus," she said, before she leaned in and press a sweet kiss to his lips, that quickly turned passionate. Both of them were so enraptured with their intimate contact, that neither heard the sound of a door opening in reaction to the pop of their apparition. Neither noticed until a very loud squeal of "Hermione!" rent the air.
They pulled apart quickly, and Hermione lifted her face to the weather worn and caring expression of a thoroughly flummoxed Molly Weasley. Hermione stood there as Molly made her way towards her cautiously, still unsure if this was another one of her dreams. When she reached Hermione and touch the side of her face, realizing that she truly was here, she drew her into a typical Molly Weasley hug, squeezing the life out of her.
"I do believe that Miss Granger will be requiring air sometime soon, in order to survive," Severus said with more than just a hint of Mirth in his eyes. Molly pulled back with tears streaming down her face into the matching expression on Hermione face, and Hermione said, "Molly, it's so good to be home. I've missed you so much. I do have someone for you to meet though. But first is everyone else here?"
"Actually, yes. You are quite lucky to be coming in on a Saturday midday, as we usually have family dinners on Saturday evenings instead of Sunday's, when the Quidditch games are usually playing. That way Ron and Ginny can still come. Oh dear, of course you wouldn't know that yet. Ginny plays for the Hollyhead Harpies, and Ron managed to snag a keepers spot on the Chudley Cannons. A bit of a rivalry, but they seem to handle it well. Family always comes first you know?"
"So who all is everyone? I need to know what I'm walking into, so that I can better handle the situation."
"Well there's Bill and Fleur and little Victoire, then there's Charlie, he always manages to make it back at least once a month, and today is his one chance, so you're quite in luck there. Of course there's George and Angelina, then there's Ron and Lavender, and their little one, Rose, and of course Harry and Ginny, and their little one, James. No Percy and Audrey though. They rarely make it out these days."
"Right. Well I suppose we best get this on then. Get it all out of the way you know." She lifter her chin with determination.
"Yes, yes, of course. Let's be going in then," Molly said, as she walked ahead of the couple, still not noticing the small child Severus held in his arms.
Hermione was starting to hyperventilate as they drew closer and closer to the front door of the home that she recognized, but still was unsure of with all the new changes they had made. Her nerves were getting the best of her, and Severus quickly took note of this. Just as they were about to walk over the threshold and into the sitting room, with his free hand, he drew her to him by her shoulders, whispered in her ear, "Don't forget, I'm right here, sweetheart. Always right here." And with that, he laid another passionate kiss on her lips, while holding behind her neck, to keep her close to him. Hermione let out a soft moan, and as she did, neither of them seem to notice the audience they had once again. At least, not until they heard the simultaneous noises of a loud gasp, followed very quickly by a loud THUMP of something hitting the floor, which tore them apart from each other.
Hermione looked up and saw Harry, his face a ghostly white, with just at end of red on the ears and green on the cheeks, and Ron, seemingly passed out on the floor. It took them nearly 10 minutes to awaken Ronald, who immediately upon waking, looked at his mother and said, "Mum, I had the strangest dream. 'Mione and Snape were kissing, and he was holding..."
"Ron. That wasn't a dream... I'm sorry we shocked you. Since you're awake now, I'd like to say a couple things: First off, I need you all to be understanding as much as possible please, and don't bombard me with questions. I can handle you one at a time, but no more than that, or I may lose myself. I will explain everything to you in time, but I can only handle hugging you one at a time, so please give me a little space. Secondly, I would like to introduce you all to my daughter, Lorelei." At this, she held her daughter up close to her chest, with the babies back against her and whispered in her ear, "Lorelei, Sweet Pea, these are all mummies friends and family, the Weasleys. Why don't you tell them hullo?"
Lorelei performed as she had been taught to do since birth, and waved at everyone with a very happy, wet smile and squealed, "Hi" at the top of her lungs, looking around the sea of smiling and dumbfounded faces and shocked ones as well.
"And the last thing I need to tell you all, is that Professor Snape and I are..."
At this she looked at Severus' face with uncertainty in her eyes and a question on her brow. She leaned over to him and asked, "What exactly are we? What do I call you?"
"Well, Hermione, you shall call me yours, just as you are mine. I'm far too old to be someone's boyfriend, after all," he said, with a smirk and a wink.
"Right, then. Severus is mine, as I am his." She said with a brilliant smile splitting her face. The room was quiet. Scratch that, it was deadly silent ... for a full 40 seconds, before Ron let loose with the screeching "Snape?! Bloody buggers, 'Mione! How- but you- with Snape!?"
"Ronald, I will thank you not to speak that way in front of my daughter, especially when she calls Severus Daddy. Watch your language."
At her last comment Harry, who had finally regained his normal coloring, finally piped-in with, "Just what have you been up to these past 5 years, Hermione?" At that, Snape and Hermione both shared a laugh with him. No one else seems to get the joke, but were utterly petrified at the sound of the great dungeon bat laughing.
Hermione spent the next several hours telling her story of how she came to be one of the ministry's most essential workers, as the family took turns passing around the new baby welcomed into the fold. She told them how she hunted down and captured Fenrir Greyback, she told them how Draco assisted her and taking down his father and his aunt. She told them how she gathered intelligence on new groups trying to create an uprising. She told them that when she was attacked, she was robbed of something that no one had any right to take from her, but that she was also given the greatest gift she could have ever received. She told them that after all this time, she still felt the same deep, undying emotion that she had always felt for her Potions Master.
Snape knew that he would have plenty to answer for, and plenty of people to answer to about the Gryffindor princess. All in all, it was much more painless than he thought it would be. The youngest Weasley male seemed to be the only one with reservations about the couple, especially once they saw Snape rock Lorelei to sleep in the easy chair in the corner of the room. He held her throughout their conversations, so that she might get another nap, while they continued their Inquisition.
By the time dinner had come round, Lorelei was awake and giving the dark man holding her wet, sloppy kisses to his face and neck, making him smile brightly at her before admonishing, "Little one, You know, you will positively ruin my reputation doing that." He fake frowned at her, making her laugh. "Oh well. A hopeless case then, is it?" He then lifted her in front of his face, blowing raspberries on her soft tummy, making her squeal with laughter. He then placed her carefully on her feet on the floor to go play with the other children. A few were still a bit surprised (read- shocked) by his not only gentle, but encouraging behavior with the young girl that he had seemingly no claim to, but most had accepted the man for who he was. The general consensus was that if Hermione and Lorelei were treated well, and they were happy with him, then he was fine in their books.
Hermione managed to make it through the evening without losing herself, though, Harry nearly ended up on his back with a wand at his throat when he put his hand on Hermione's shoulder from behind without announcing his presence. The only thing saving him, was his lightning fast auror training skills. Hermione apologized, saying it would take some time, Harry just laughed it off and asked her to be his new sparring partner. After dinner and pleasantries and catching up for a bit, the baby began fussing and went directly to her mother for a kiss, lifting her arms and asking to be picked up, nuzzling into her neck momentarily, before saying "I love you, Mummy," then crawling over her to cuddle up in Severus' arms, in her usual pose: head resting on his shoulder, snuggled down into his neck, sucking her right thumb, while the left hand played with the hair at his nape.
"Are we tired, little one?" At her nod, he continued. "Did you have fun, today sweetheart?" "Mm Hm" Then with a kiss to her soft, unruly curls, he asked, "Would you like to go back to the castle?"
Her simply spoken, "Yes, daddy. Home." Before snuggling back down, spoke volumes. Snape rose from his chair, Lorelei carefully cradled to his chest, then reached a hand out to help Hermione up, before turning to the sea of redheads before him, saying, "It has been a joy to spend the evening with Hermione's family, but I believe it is time to go. I'm sure we shall be seeing you all very soon." He said, not at all sarcastically, as expected. He had been completely genuine in saying that he had enjoyed the night, much to his own surprise. Perhaps things wouldn't been quite so difficult for the two of them.
By the time they had made it to the castle gates, Lorelei was asleep in her 'daddy's' arms, her mother 's pace also lagging in exhaustion. It had been a long day for all three of them. Upon entering their quarters, Severus put the baby in her room, Not forgetting to put the pig in her arms and a blanket on her tiny form, then had the house elves bring up hot chocolate for the two adults to share before bed.
"Cocoa, Severus? And it even has marshmallows in it? You are simply too perfect." She said, leaning over to place a kiss to his shoulder, as they rested before the hearth.
"Well, is there any other way to enjoy cocoa? It must have marshmallows. Though, I will confess, mine has a touch of peppermint schnapps in it as well," He said with a slightly devious smirk which Hermione returned. They sat for a bit, enjoying the peace and quiet that a parent only knows after bedtime, and relished in the calm, comfortable silence that stretched between the two.
"How do you feel about today, my sweet? Was it all a bit much? You look a touch drawn" he asked her, worry evident in his tone.
"No, this evening was lovely. Actually, I didn't think it was going to go that well at all. I'm more than pleased with how they acted with me and the baby. I could not be more thrilled with how they were about you. It seems as though they have grown up a bit." She said somewhat thoughtfully. Snape nodded in agreement, putting an arm around her shoulders and tucking her head under his chin and running his fingers through her hair.
"This morning is still bothering me. Am I being silly and paranoid? Kingsley was just... I dunno, off somehow." She asked.
"I would have to agree. He has been odd lately. Well, really since about a year ago, he has been so strange." His gaze grew distant. "Oh well. No matter. How about we just keep our guard up and wait and see? Not much we can really do about it now." With a lazy snap of his fingers, their empty cups vanished and he pulled her up off the sofa. "I believe, my dear witch, that you are in need of some rest and relaxation." He pulled her body flush with his and kissed her deeply, pulling a soft gasp and moan from hr throat when he nipped then laved at her lower lip.
Breathless, she replied, "Yes, I believe that sounds perfect." She said with one raised brow and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pulled him to the bedroom at a languid pace and threw up a one way silencing charm on the baby's room, before turning to her wizard. The affection she showed him, as she carefully, and gently undid each button on his robes, followed by his frock coat and finally his white Oxford shirt, nearly had him weeping. She showed such care, such concern. That he should feel loved, desired and cherished, all from this simple act of undressing one's lover this way, almost pushed him to his knees. He returned the favor, deftly undoing each and every clasp and button on her form fitting robes and blouse, before slowly, ever so slowly, pulling the zipper on the skirt currently hugging her hips and letting it all fall to the floor. They stood before each other, he in his silk boxers, she in the most tantalizing display of Slytherin green and silver lace that pushed her breasts up and barely covered her aromatic sex.
Snape dropped to his knees before her, his hands holding on to her hips, his head resting on her belly, pulling into his lungs the scent of her intense arousal.
"So damn sweet. You smell so gods damned sweet, Hermione." He groaned. He slipped his thumbs into the sides of her thong and pulled it slowly to the ground, helping her to step out of them before depositing her on the bed. He crawled towards her from the foot of the bed, looking every bit like a panther sneaking up on its prey. He the barest hint of hs fingertips up from foot to ankle, ankle to calve, calve to knee and knee to thighs, kissing, nipping and licking every centimeter his fingers had touched.
As she began to writhe and moan "Severus, please!" on a breathy, but demanding whisper, He sat up only slightly and looking her directly in the eyes with his penetrating stare, said "My sweet, I plan to worship at your altar. I want to praise this body that has performed the miracles of life. I need to show my adoration of such beauty. I plan to sanctify this blessed vessel with every bit o love and adoration I can muster. Because it is what you need. It is what you deserve. It is what you desire; to be made a benediction. To truly be the focus of all my attention, all my affections. I will consecrate you body, my sweet, for there, lies my heart. Always with you. This is my thanks for helping me to find it, and for keeping it with you, always close, always safe."
If Hermione hadn't been breathless before, she certainly was after his words. This man, who could be cruel, cold, and harsh with his words, could also cleanse her soul and lift her up. These lips, running up her inner thigh as they followed his questing fingers, could be her salvation in this world. For the first time since her attack, Hermione felt whole. She felt worth. She felt like she had wasted so much time and energy for thinking herself dirty, filthy, always worthless and used. She was the opposite. She was strong in his arms. This man was her everything, and for the first time, he was trying to show her, that she too, was his everything.
His warm breath ghosted along the back of her knees, up further still, to the edge of her moist folds and her thatch of downy honey auburn curls. His hands applied light pressure, spreading her for his view and pulling her wet lips apart. Her back arched off the bed momentarily, as his hot breath blew over her highly sensitized clit. Her resounding whimper broke his resolve. He plunged into her depths, his tongue dipping into her honey pot and drinking down the copious amounts of sweet nectar resting just inside. He could feel her anxious muscles spasm slightly around his tongue as he ran his tongue around the ing to the opening of her pussy.
"You have such a pretty pussy," he mumbled into her weeping flower, "and you taste like ambrosia and honey. Mmm Gods," His deep baritone voice vibrated against her clit before the tip of his tongue began circling the bundle of nerves. Her moans grew louder as he applied more then less pressure. He brought his hand up and carefully pushed his middle finger into her dripping cunt and pumping, before adding a second finger. Her fingers were wrapped in his har, pulling him as close as she could and grinding on his face. Snape greedily licked up every drop of her arousal straight from the source. He curled his fingers, pressing on the course patch just inside her entrance and gently at first, then more aggressively vibrating his curled fingers against it. Her screams became wild, her grinding fierce. He could feel her tunnel beginning to spasm, as his tongue began to lap at her pleasure center with the flat of his tongue in firm and sure strokes, coaxing her orgasm from her with shuddering breaths, stuttering limbs and long squirts of her juices flowing into his mouth and covering his chin.
"Oh FUCK! SEVERUS! Gods- YES, YES, YES! OH, OH Gods yes! mmmmmmm." Her hips were a tornado of motion, bucking against his face, nearly throwing him from the bed, before finally calming down as she regained her breath, pulling him up to her face. He kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her from his lips. His cock was so hard, he was sure he could push clear through the mattress at this point. He had never before had a witch be so free and so willing with him before. And the way she came, Gods, he would never tire of those loud almost shrieking screams and dying whimpers. She began begging him, her lips tickling the shell of his ear, as he ran kisses over her shoulders and collar bone, to the slight dip in the center below her throat.
"Please, Severus. I need you. I feel so empty without you. I need you to be inside me, now. Please love. Please fuck me. Make love to me, Severus." She begged him. Her hands were everywhere. Stroking the lean muscles of his back, down to his arse, in his hair carding through the long inky strands, brushing his flanks, running over his nipples. He couldn't take it anymore. This woman was the purest torture, but if he was to die by her hand, he would die a happy man.
He rose up onto his forearms, balancing his weight and lining his cock up with her slick opening before starting to push his way in. "Gods, you're so fucking huge, Severus. Uhhhh. Oh please, love. Fill me up. oh- so good love." If she kept talking he would be finished before he started. Although he knew he was a considerable size, It never occurred to him that she would find it so good. Most women were either too afraid to even attempt him, or spent most of the time tensed up and uncomfortable. But with the way Hermione was meeting his every thrust with her own, saying just how good it was, and getting wetter every second, he was liable to take her word for it.
They moved together, each following the waves and tide of the other, their bodies matching rhythms perfectly in sync. She was approaching the peak, when Severus reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit, instantly sending her over the edge into oblivion. "Yes, witch. Come for me. Oooh yes. Squeeze me hard cock, Hermione. Tell me who's you are." He asked, whispering into her ear. Her breathy "Yours. Only yours, Love" Was barely audible, but enough to snap the last of his restraint. He turned her over quickly, to her hands and knees before entering her again roughly from behind.
"Fuck! Yes- oh yes Sev, Fuck my pussy hard, love! Make this pussy yours!" She yelled out at his rough entry. Apparently his delicate flower liked a bit of roughness. He began pumping into her faster and harder with long, deep strokes that bottomed out in her wet channel.
"So fucking good, Hermione! Gods, how are you so tight, love! Fuck so good!" He gripped her hips tightly, sure to leave slight bruises behind, and at her broken cries of "Harder, More, Faster," he obliged, snapping his hips almost brutally into her, his heavy sack hitting her clit with every thrust. As he continued pumping into her, hitting her cervix and g spot, she saw stars and nearly lost her breath.
"Just - a- bit- More! Please, Sever-OH! FUUUUUUCK!" She cried as he reached around her and pinched her clit hard, sending her hurtling over the edge, Her tight channel spasming around his rock hard length, He wanted to keep going, to push her farther still, into an even more intense climax, but the nearly vice like qualities of her milking were too much, and with a roar of completion, followed by her name, he emptied himself deeply into her waiting womb. He rested along her back, both breathless and trying to calm their racing hearts. With the last of his strength, he turned her to her side, slipping out of her and leaving a trail of their combined juices on her leg and the bed. He lay next to her, still gasping for air and said directly into her ear, "I love you, Hermione. I will love you. Always" He whispered before they both succumbed to exhaustion, falling into a deep slumber with her wrapped in his arms, head tucked just so, under his chin.

A/N
Damn. Heating up in there, huh. Hope you liked the lemonade, even if it is slightly out of season... This one had much more of my full attention and alertness. I loved writing a slightly soppy Snape. Personally, I feel like that's completely appropriate, as long as he has his limits. I dare say you wouldn't want to come between him and his witch, or her safety. I feel I can confidently say he would hex first, ask questions later. (or not at all...) How did we like the Weasleys? Am I missing anything so far guys? Please review... It's what keeps me going!
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