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War Changed People	By : AngelofDeath069 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 1876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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War
Changed People

Summary:
A warrior in a fight for her
world and for the life of all those she loves, Hermione Granger never
expected to find herself alone and about to face a battle to end a
war that had started long before she was born. Never had she expected
to find a few moments of peace in the arms of the man she had spent
most of her school days hating and secretly loving at the same time.

Pairing(s):
Severus Snape & Hermione
Granger with mentions of Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley.

Warnings:
This fic contains subject
matter that may not be acceptable for all readers. Please exercise
caution when reading this fic as it does contain adult situations,
sexual content, language, violence, character death, and AU.

Author’s
Note: I’d
like to thank Marble Meadow for all her advice and for her terrific
beta skills. I dedicate this one to you sweetie, thanks so much.

1:
In The Arms Of An Angel

War
changed people.

It
was that simple. It controlled the odd situations they found
themselves in and the people they found themselves in those
situations with. Perhaps this is why Hermione Granger found herself
sitting in the library of 12 Grimmauld Place in one of the several
overstuffed chairs crying herself dry with her former professor
sitting across from her.

Severus
Snape watched her as she buried her face in her hands and shook her
head. He had just brought her news that not even he had wanted to
hear. No matter how much he hated the whole Weasley family he would
never have wished any of them the type of death that the youngest son
had reportedly suffered through. Ronald Weasley, one third of the
golden trio was dead at the hands of the Lord Voldemort himself.
Snape had seen a bit of it when he and several of the other Order
members had captured the Death Eater sent to bring the body of the
boy back as a warning. Snape had taken a look inside of the young
man's mind, whom he could not identify and didn't want to, for any
useful information and found more than he had bargained for. He'd
found things that had been useful and things that would hunt him for
the rest of his days. As his were numbered he didn't believe it would
be a long suffrage.

"Please
Miss Granger, calm down. Everything is going to be alright." The
comforting words were foreign to him and he hesitated to voice them
because he knew they didn't help. She turned and looked up at him in
acknowledgment before shoving out of the chair and walking to the
window. Tears were running down her cheeks and dropping to the front
of her robes. She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath before
turning back to him.

"Has
anyone told Mr. and Mrs. Weasley yet?" She asked, hoping that it
hadn't been Snape. She had come to respect the man but he wasn't good
with grief. She could see it in his eyes that he had some hidden
demons that he had yet to deal with properly and as a result it
didn't make him the best person for comforting a grieving mother and
father.

"They
were there when the Death Eater brought their son back and laid him
on the front porch." Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him
in alarm. Oh, poor Molly and Arthur...

"The
young man has been taken care of." He assured her and from the
expression on his face and the chill in his voice she could guess
that it had been in a way suitable for a Death Eater.

But
Hermione, he
is a Death Eater.

Was.
She corrected herself as she looked down
at Snape.

War
changed people.

Changed
them into killers and made them do things out of necessity. It made
you think of things that you would have normally never thought of.
Like now for instance, she could envision a faceless man being placed
under one of the three Unforgivable Curses and hoped that it had been
a slow and painful death. Her stomach rolled as she thought about how
Ron had been killed. She had told Snape to spare no details of what
he knew and he had told her everything he could.

"I'm
sure of that," she whispered and turned away from him once
again. She watched as flames danced in the hearth and crossed her
arms over her chest as a shiver passed through her. Hermione was
cold, even though the room was plenty warm enough. The icy fingers of
misery reached inside her and stroked every inch of her. Muscles,
bones, tissue, nothing was safe; everything hurt and all she wanted
to do was cry. She found herself thinking that Ron was now away from
the fighting. He was now safe;
safer than any of them.

"Would
you like me to leave you to your thoughts?" The question was out
of Snape's mouth before he realized what he had said. He had planned
to leave, had planned to tell her and get out, but when he'd seen the
dam break and her tears came rolling down her face he'd immediately
wanted to stay. He wanted to comfort her and that was not like him,
not at all.

War
changed people.

It
made a man who had spent much of his life living in the shadows want
to walk out into the sun and experience some of life while he still
had the opportunity. It made a man who had spent much of his life
alone want companionship for what was left of it. It made a man who
had secretly fallen in love with one of his young students want to
confess his sin. And that's what this was, a sin. A sin of the worst
kind, to lust after someone you have sworn to protect at all costs.
To want to break a vow you had taken just to have a few moments in
the arms of the person you love more than anyone in this life or in
the next. But he pushed all thoughts of loving Hermione away. She was
looking at him now as if contemplating something.

"You
can stay if you wish but don't feel that you are obligated because
I'm crying. There really is no reason for you to be chivalrous
Professor; its not necessary for you to stay if you have somewhere
else you want or need to be." He stood and she thought for a
moment he would leave but instead he went over to the liquor cabinet
and opened it to take out two snifters and a bottle of Firewhiskey.
She felt relief flood through her when he sat back down in his chair
and turned it to face the fire. She hadn't really wanted him to
leave, hadn't really wanted him to walk out the door and she'd have
probably found some reason to ask him to stay if he’d consented
to leaving her alone. But he didn't; he sat down and poured two very
hefty amounts of Firewhiskey into the glasses and held one up to her.
She sat down in the chair across from his and took a sip.

The
liquor burned down to her stomach and as soon as it hit there she
felt the burn slowly warm her cold insides. She relaxed against the
back of the chair and stared at the fire watching as the flames
danced around and around. The silence that fell over them was
comfortable but there was a strain under it that pulled at Hermione.
She'd always liked the silence, hated for anyone to talk when it
wasn't necessary but at the moment she needed something to take her
mind off of the events of the day.

There
had been injured witches and wizards coming through the door all day
and after lunch when they'd found that Ron was missing there had been
the worrying and waiting for some news about where and how he was.
But she hadn't had time to really dwell on it, she'd been designated
as the Medi-witch for the Order, seeing as she had been trained in
that field before the war had officially broken out and shattered
everyone's lives to hell. It made sense and Poppy was always there to
help since Hogwarts had been shut down after her seventh year had
ended.

"What's
he like?" Hermione hadn't realized she'd spoken the question out
loud until Snape turned to her and regarded her in surprise. She
hadn't even been thinking about asking him what Voldemort was
actually like, hadn't been thinking about Voldemort at all. The
question surprised her as much as it did him.

"Who?"
He asked not sure he really wanted to know about whom she was
speaking. He had a very good idea and he wasn't sure he could talk
about it.

"The
Dark Lord," she clarified much to his dismay and horror. Why on
earth would she want to know about such a horrible wizard? What made
her think that he would tell her about his experience with
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? She turned her head and looked at him.
Something in her eyes called to him and he turned away from her. He
didn't want to talk about the Dark Lord, not with someone so innocent
and pure. The things that he could tell her, the horrible things,
would likely terrify her. She didn't need to know of the things that
the Dark Lord demanded of his pureblood followers and what he had
made them do to muggle- borns. Snape flinched at the memory of the
things that he had been demanded to do. It made his chest ache,
somewhere in the general area of his black and dead heart.

"Why
would you want to know?" He asked downing the rest of his
Firewhiskey and reaching over for the bottle to pour himself another.
He looked up and noticed that hers was almost empty and refilled it.
She looked over at him and he simply shrugged.

"I
just wanted to know." She paused to take a sip of her whiskey
before continuing. "Curious as usual I guess, just forget it."
She crossed her legs which were quickly becoming cold again. She
wished she had pulled on jeans this morning instead of one of her old
uniform skirts. But when you were shaken awake by a disoriented and
distraught Tonks Lupin at three in the morning you didn't really
think about the clothes that you donned.

"Ever
hear the saying curiosity killed the cat?"

She
looked over at him and snorted. “If it killed the cat every
time I'd be dead by now." She rose from her chair to walk to the
front of the fire. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her legs
resting her head atop her knees. Hermione felt him come over to her
and turned her head to watch him sit down beside her. He moved
stiffly and she remembered having to patch him up after one
particularly nasty battle a few months ago. He'd injured his hip and
knee badly but had refused to accept anymore assistance than was
necessary. Hermione had fussed over him for hours and came to check
on him every chance she had gotten. He'd been on complete bed rest
for weeks until things appeared to be healing normally but his leg
was not the same; they seldom came out as good as before anyway.

"And
how often have you put yourself in danger in the pursuit of knowledge
Miss Granger?"

She
ducked her head and blushed. She knew that it was a trap, that he was
trying to get her to admit to breaking the rules while she'd been in
school. But what did it matter? She had graduated and moved on. But
he had been her Professor so admitting it to him was kind of like
sticking her foot in her mouth even after all this time.

"A
time or two." She found herself answering regardless of the
conclusions he'd draw. Snape was not a stupid man, so she figured he
already knew most of the things that had occurred with her, Harry and
Ron; including the time in their second year when she'd stolen
ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion from his private stores.

"More
than a time or two if my memory serves me well." He said
watching as the adorable blush on her cheeks got deeper and moved to
cover more of her cheeks and her neck. She felt like the same silly
little schoolgirl she'd hadn't been for four years. He smiled for the
first time in a long time as he watched her blush and tried to think
of something witty and smart to say.

Beautiful
little know-it-all. He
thought as he watched her and realized for the first time in his life
that he was comfortable with another human being. Sure he'd had his
share of friends and even his share of girlfriends in his time,
usually cast offs from James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin –
more from the first two than the latter. But never had he really felt
comfortable in front of those witches.

"I
did have a secret pleasure with breaking the rules. Sometimes I think
that's what drew me to Harry and Ron the way that I was." She
smiled as she thought back about the times that they had shared and
the times that she herself had been the master mind of some of their
escapades.

"You
never really ruffled my feathers that much." The random comment
made her look over at him and narrow her eyes. She stared at him as
if for the first time really seeing him as the man that he was. He
was no longer the greasy old bat that hung out in the dungeons or
patrolled the corridors looking for someone to deem or punish. He was
simply a man and a very handsome one at that. She turned her head
away and felt the bottom of her stomach drop out.

There
was no way that she was attracted to Snape, it was the reality of
losing Ron and that the war was quickly coming to its ultimate climax
that had her looking at him like this. The whole psychology of sex
reaffirms life was going to her head. She was twenty-two years old
and could possibly die at any moment but as she looked at him again
she realized the truth. He looked different somehow. Somehow he
seemed more approachable, easier to talk to. There was no denying it
anyway she thought about it, she wanted Severus Snape, her former
Potions Master and double agent in a war that was going to likely
kill both of them.

"I
never really hated you as much as I let on." She said almost as
randomly but as she thought about it she had never really hated him.
She'd never really hated anyone in her life. Well, with the exception
of Edward Fields in preschool but he'd bitten her and spat on her
when the teacher wasn't looking.

"I
secretly fell in love with you." There was complete silence as
Snape realized he had not only thought the words but spoken them as
well. He'd only had two glasses of Firewhiskey, he was no where near
drunk enough, but his tongue seemed loose tonight, more-so than ever
before and the words had just slipped past his lips.

Hermione
looked at him, her eyes wide as she studied his shock as well. Had he
actually just said he'd fallen in love with her?

"I
beg your pardon Miss Granger, that was completely inappropriate."
He put his hand down on the floor to push himself up but she reached
over and stopped him. Her eyes were no longer wide but they were
filled with wonder as she watched him.

"Do
you mean that?" He dropped back down to the floor and stared at
her. If someone walked into the library right now he was liable to
kill them for interrupting them. He couldn't have torn his eyes away
from her if he'd wanted to. She was so beautiful. The firelight
danced across her pale skin and in her wild mess of curls. He wanted
to reach out and touch her hair. Wanted to bury his head in those
beautiful locks and inhale her scent but he just sat there and
watched her for a moment before he spoke.

"Yes,"
he said and watched as a smile spread across her beautiful features.
Her teeth protruded a little but were white, it helped that her
parents were dentist's. Her cheeks became a beautiful shade of light
pink.

She
ducked her head and looked away at the floor not really sure what to
say. What did one say to a man who had just confessed that he was
secretly in love with you? Sure Hermione had always harbored a secret
school girl crush on him (it had been because he seemed like the
wrong guy but the one that a girl wanted anyway) but it had been
years since she'd thought of him as anything more than a member of
the Order and more than a teacher. But sitting here tonight, his
confession hanging between them she felt those emotions again; that
knot that had always appeared mysteriously in her stomach whenever he
was around and the nervous need to fidget. She drew her Firewhiskey
to her lips and took a deep drink hoping that it would wet her dry
mouth. The only purpose it seemed to serve was to cause some slight
discomfort on the way down and a warming affect when it hit her
stomach.

She
felt Snape beside her and wanted to reach out and touch him. Just
touch; he was like the pretty breakables her grandmother had kept on
the high shelves when she was younger and had gotten to touch only
when she was old enough to realize how fragile they were. And Snape
was fragile, when in love we are all fragile beings. Things hurt that
didn't hurt before and we say things, do things, that we would never
have said or done before. So in a way love was kind of like war, it
changed things and made them different from what they had once been.

War
changed people.

Before
she could decide what course of action was best, Snape stood and
after downing what remained of his glass of Firewhiskey he headed for
the door. It closed with a sharp snap causing her to jump slightly.
Hermione sighed as she heard him making his way down the hall. It was
getting late, she realized that. The sun had long ago set and
everyone was likely in bed, even if they were different beds than
they belonged (such as Harry with Ginny), but as Hermione sat there
in front of the fire, the snifter still in her hand and the remainder
of the bottle only a few inches away, she realized she didn't want to
go to bed. Suddenly she wanted to get very drunk and forget all about
her inhibitations. But she knew that in the morning, probably before
the morning if she were honest with herself, she'd be needed to mend
an injury and she couldn't do that if she had a hang-over or was
pissed. So standing she put away the Firewhiskey and made her way out
of the room.

She
was passing Snape's door when she heard what sounded like muttered
curses coming from inside. The door stood slightly ajar so she took a
peek. What she saw nearly undid her.

Snape
was sitting on the edge of his bed without a shirt. His wide chest
was glowing with its light sprinkling of hair heaving heavily. His
right hand was clutching his left forearm just below the moving
tattooed mark and he was sweating profusely. She pushed open the door
and walked inside.

Without
raising his head he spoke to her. His voice that same stern, harsh
tone that had been reserved for her in Potions class four years
previous.

"What
are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be in bed by now?"

Hermione
raised an eyebrow at him but continued to move forward and crouched
in front of him to examine the Dark Mark on his arm; he tried to keep
her from seeing it but she batted his hand away. She watched as it
moved and Snape gasped in pain. She reached forward to touch it but
Snape quickly pulled away and muttered something under his breath
that she couldn't hear. She looked up at him with those big brown
eyes, the innocence of her youth shining there and he felt his heart
squeeze but ignored it. He wanted her to leave, he didn't want her to
see.

"Go
to your own room." He growled and rose nearly knocking her over
as she was still crouching in front of him and he turned away from
her reaching for his white button up shirt that was lying at the end
of the bed. He put it on and tried to button it but his hands were
shaking and his palms were sweaty.

"Is
it always this bad?"

Snape
wheeled around, his shirt still open and her eyes were immediately
drawn to the muscles of his chest and torso. She'd seen men naked
plenty of times in her internship at St. Mungo's but Snape wasn't
naked and he didn't look like normal patients did either. Instead he
was more handsome than any man had a right to be. His heavy breathing
made his chest rise and fall rapidly, causing Hermione's thoughts to
drift into unsafe territory. If she was going to help him, and she
was, then she'd have to remain objective.

"No,
usually it’s just a slow burn but tonight it appears that the
Dark Lord wants his Death Eaters at his side quickly." He
staggered a bit and Hermione stood rushing forward to help him sit
back down on the bed. He scolded and she thought she heard him mutter
something like he could have done it himself but she paid him no
mind.

"Is
there anything I can do?" She asked watching as his face twisted
in pain and she looked down to see the Dark Mark was moving again
under his shirtsleeve.

"No,
it will stop eventually," he said reaching over to cover the
mark from her sight but she beat him to it. Gently she laid her hand
over it and sank down to her knees in front of him. He stared at her
as she held his arm and sat back on her haunches. She didn't speak,
neither did he, they simply sat in silence for what seemed like
hours. Hermione's legs began to cramp but she remained seated
dutifully holding his arm as if it would help. And he continued to
stare at her as she stared off into space.

He
found himself wanting to feel that lovely mass of hair tangled in his
hands, to feel her lips pressed against him and her legs wrapped
around his waist as he loved her like he'd always wanted to. She had
been the leading lady in some of his most embarrassing thoughts but
no one had ever known it. Snape had always prided himself on being
cool, hard, and loyal. But when Hermione had came along and he'd
noticed her for the first time as more than just an annoying
know-it-all, he hadn't been so proud of himself.

Often
he thought that if he'd been a different person she'd have fallen in
love with him back. In the library she'd blushed and looked away. He
knew that it was not something that one wanted to hear from someone
like him. What kind of future could they have if by some chance they
both lived through this? He was a marked man, even if it had been
proven that he and Dumbledore had had a prior arrangement for him to
kill the older man. In the eyes of wizards and witches everywhere he
was a murder, no better than Voldemort himself. But her, she'd never
looked at him any differently as she had when he'd been her
professor. To her he was still Professor Severus Snape, Potions
Master at Hogwarts. But Hogwarts had been shut down after the golden
trio had left and Dumbledore had been killed. It now stood vacant and
dark, looming in the distance of the mountains. It was a depressing
sight for anyone who knew what it was like before the second war.
Something that was so full of life and the light of youth now was
lifeless and full of the dark of old.

No
matter what he said Snape missed the old castle and even his job as a
teacher. There were of course those few, such as Hermione, who made
his job worth while. Those students were few and far between but at
least they came along. And he even missed Potter and Weasley, their
escapades that they often dragged Hermione into and even the few
times he had been able to give them detention for some minor wrong
doing. Looking back he really missed everything, it had been a life
he had worked to build for years and even after he had accomplished
it he had worked to make it better. But the Dark Lord's return had
limited his accomplishments drastically.

Hermione
moved her hand and looked at the Dark Mark through the fabric of his
shirt. It had stopped moving and appeared to have completely stopped
hurting as he was no longer whimpering in pain. She looked up at him
and found him staring at her but this time she didn't blush and look
away.

"Better?"
She asked but instead of an answer he merely leaned forward and
pressed his lips to hers.

At
first the kiss was hesitant, neither knowing what the other expected
or wanted. Hermione felt like all the air had been sucked from her
lungs and she was drowning, but it wasn't as painful a death as it
would have been if it were really happening. Pleasure coursed through
her as she sat there on her knees in front of him, her hand laying on
his forearm lightly while the other came up and tangled in his hair.
It wasn't greasy as it appeared, but instead was soft and smooth. The
strands slid though her fingers easily and she tightened her grasp
when he began to press his lips more firmly against hers. With a moan
she opened her mouth to him, his tongue reaching inside to explore
and demand.

Snape
pulled back and looked down at her as she sat there. Her hand was
still in his hair and the other still on his arm. His hands were
wrapped in her mess of brown curls and he cradled her head gently.
She stared up at him with those big brown eyes so full of wonder, as
if she was only just now seeing him. She smiled suddenly and stood up
towering over him. He stared up at her and watched as she bent
forward and pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss.

"I
really like the way you kiss me," she announced, pulling back
and sitting down in his lap. She moved so that she was straddling his
hips, her most intimate parts pressed against his. She felt the
slight bulge in his trousers and bent down to nuzzle his neck with
her nose. She felt him shiver under her as she moved her lips over
the skin of his neck.

Snape
ran his hands over her back and bunched the material of the shirt she
was wearing in his hands. Holding it up he reached down with his
other hand and felt for the first time her bare skin. She shivered,
letting out a moan of pleasure that echoed through the room and out
the open door. He looked up and thanked a God he didn't believe in
that no one was out there. They were probably all in bed, most not in
their own. He'd seen Potter sneaking into the young Miss Weasley's
room when he'd been heading to his own after coming out of the
library. He'd felt envious of the boy. But right now envy was that
farthest thing from his mind. He had a beautiful young witch in his
lap whom he wanted to make love to very badly.

"I
want you to make love to me," She said as though in response to
his thoughts as she moved her lips from his neck to just below his
ear. He pulled back and looked at her, passion glazed her eyes and
her lips were swollen from his kisses. He reached around and brought
a hand up flicking it so the door shut softly and then locked so they
would not be disturbed. Hermione smiled at him and with another flick
of his hand he extinguished the candles; all except the one on the
bedside table. The single light shined brightly and illuminated part
of the bed. Snape gently rose and turned laying her down in the
light, where she belonged. She was an angel in a room full of devils,
a beautiful woman in a world filled with ugliness. She fought with
her heart and soul and gave just as good as she got. Never had he
known her to do anything halfway in the eleven years of their
acquaintance.

He
reached down and started to undo the buttons on the front of her
pretty pink blouse. His hands were no long shaking and the buttons
came apart easily revealing the pale flesh that had haunted his
dreams for years. He'd never expected her to look so perfect and to
be so beautiful in reality. Things were seldom the same in reality
and dreams. The folds of fabric fell back and revealed a practical
white cotton bra that covered her breasts and latched in the front.
He stared at her chest, her breasts rising and falling softly as she
fought to control her breathing.

"Has
anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked bringing
one hand up and brushing his knuckles across the slops of her
breasts. His hand traveled up and gentle, slightly calloused fingers
rubbed against the soft pale skin of her collarbone then back down
toward her breasts. He went slow, exploring her as he'd always wanted
to. He stroked ever inch of exposed skin and kissed her gently. She
shivered and sighed under his ministrations but let him explore at
his own pace. She was patient and her hands stroked and ran through
his hair holding his head between her hands. She had always wanted to
have such an attentive lover, never before had any of the men she'd
been with taken the time to just simply explore her, finding what she
liked or disliked. They had always seemed so focused on their own
release and the actual sex that the necessary foreplay was forgotten.
But right now Snape was showing her what a true lover was. He was
showing her all the things that the others had left out.

"Severus,"
she whispered as he brought his hands up and covered her cotton-clad
breasts. He massaged her gently. Still not going fast, just taking it
slow. Never before had he payed so much attention to a woman's
pleasure as he was now. Not that anyone would ever have called him a
lousy lover, but he had never wanted to please a woman like he did
Hermione. She was the light in the dark for him; she was his second
chance to do something right.

He
had not heard words of undying love from her but she had said she
never really hated him and that was enough. Tonight he didn't want
lies. Tomorrow would likely be the time that would end it all one way
or the other. The Mark's intense burn told him that. And he didn't
think he could leave this earth with such a lie in his already broken
heart.

He
bent down and nuzzled first one breast then the other, causing
another shiver to run through her. Her hands drifted down to trace
the muscles of his chest and stomach beneath his open shirt. She felt
them jump and bunch beneath her hands; a deep thrill, something very
feminine and primitive ran through her. She wanted to rip his clothes
off and throw him down and take him fast and hard. But she knew that
it wouldn’t do to be so aggressive. This was about more than
just release; there was something under it all that was and had
always been pulling them toward this moment; something that felt a
whole lot like love.

He
pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat. With one hand he reached
down and grabbed the clasp holding Hermione's bra together. A flick
of his fingers and the latch gave. The white cotton parted to reveal
the lush fleshy mounds to him. All cognitive brain function ceased at
that moment and he became the same blundering idiot he had been with
Lily over twenty years ago. Though back then he had been considerably
more handsome and had a bit more self-respect. But now was not the
time for thinking about past grievances or lost loves. Now was the
time for the new love he had found in such an unexpected place. Now
was the time to act before it was too late, like it had been with
Lilly.

Lovingly
he pushed the two pieces of fabric aside and watched as the lush
breasts of the know-it-all Gryffindor who had caused him many a
headache in school were revealed to him. They were a bit larger than
they first appeared but not too big and the soft pink nipples stood
out and begged for his attention. He looked down at her for several
minutes before reaching forward and running his fingers over the
softness. Goose flesh rose up and Hermione gave a shiver. He watched
her as she melted under him. There had never been a more beautiful
sight in his opinion. She arched gently against him, searching for
more contact but never really finding it. She tangled her hands in
his hair and tried to pull him closer. But Snape would not be rushed.
He had waited far too long for this.

“You're
so soft,” he whispered to her as he continued to massage her
breasts gently. He brought his mouth close to her ear, just enough so
that when he spoke his lips would brush lightly against the skin just
below it. She gave another violent shiver and moaned softly.

“I
want you,” she whispered almost inaudibly as he began to make
his way down her neck toward the twin mounds he was worshiping with
his hands. He looked up at her and smiled. It was exactly what he had
waited almost seven years to hear from her. The words, as simple as
they were, rocked him to his core. Once again not words of undying
love but these were enough, these were born of passion and true want.
The heart that had seemed to lay dormant for years was now beating
again. It was as if it had been awakened from a long slumber.

“All
in due time love,” he said as he continued downward toward her
breasts. She squirmed under him ministrations as he stroked her skin
with his hands and laved her with his tongue. It was a sweet torture
for both of them. For Hermione it was because he was moving so slowly
and for him because he couldn't seem to get enough of her.

He
finally reached his destination after what seemed like hours but was
really only seconds. He took her large round breasts in his hands and
cupped them gently. She moaned and arched against him trying to feel
more of his touch on her wanting his mouth on her as well. He looked
up at her and the sight that greeted him was almost his undoing.

Hermione's
head was thrown back and her eyes were shut tightly. Her bottom lip
was caught between her teeth and her nostrils flared with the need to
control her breathing. She was fighting for control over her body.
With a smirk Snape bent forward and with one long sweeping lick
brought her control tumbling down. She cried out as the tension broke
and he began to suckle her more earnestly. Hermione had never been so
sensitive. The simple touch of his tongue and lips against her
breasts drove her higher and pushed her toward release. She could
feel Snape's body above her and reached up wrapping her hands in his
hair.

“Oh
God,” she moaned as he released her nipple with a soft pop and
started downward toward the one area of her body that was weeping for
his attention. He kissed a line to her navel and stopped momentarily
to lave the indentation. She squirmed under him and chocked out a
moan, her hands tightening slightly in his hair and pulling gently.
He kissed her pelvis though the material of her skirt. He took a
moment to try and gain his composure. Hermione also took this time to
try and catch her breath but it didn't work. She was too worked up.
Snape's touch had her wound so tight that the only way she would ever
be able to breathe again was if he touched her...there...soon.

He
watched as she tried to catch her breath and failed. The rise and
fall of her chest was tantalizing. He had never seen a more sexy
sight in his life. She wasn't even all the way naked yet. But the
deep pink flush on her upper body and her bruised lips combined with
her tossed hair and her big brown eyes light with fire was far sexier
than any naked woman he'd ever seen.

He
moved back a little and reached for the clasp of her skirt. She
looked down at him, hands still in his hair, and caught his gaze as
he undid the small contraption with ease. He reached inside and
rubbed the skin that was exposed. He felt around for the elastic of
her panties but never found any. He looked down and noticed that she
was completely nude underneath the prim and proper skirt.

Snape
looked up at her and watched as a slight grin tugged at the corners
of her mouth. The sexy little minx had forgotten to dress herself
properly this morning.

“Do
you usually neglect your knickers Miss Granger?” He asked
giving her a firm look that she hadn't seen since she was in school.
She wanted to chuckle but quickly surpassed the urge and shook her
head.

“No
Professor,” she said raising her hips a little and reaching
down to push the skirt down her legs herself. Snape pulled back a bit
more and watched as she kicked the skirt off and then without a
thought spread her legs. His eyes were immediately drawn to the place
between them. Her pink lips glistened in the candle light from her
juices and he couldn't stop himself from swallowing. “I just
didn't see the point in putting them on this morning. They are such a
bothersome piece of clothing don't you think?” She asked as
innocently as possible. Snape nodded and swallowed again, this time
she could see his adams-apple move with the force of it. Hermione
couldn't stop the smug look that appeared on her face.

Snape
bent down and gripped her legs pulling her toward him. His eyes never
left the part of her that he now craved. She squirmed as he moved
closer. She could feel his breath on her outer lips and it was
sending shock waves through her body. He reached forward and gently
touched her. He watched as she arched again and whimpered for more.
He pulled back and laid his hand on her thigh. She looked down at him
silently begging him to give her the release she needed. He just
smiled and began to knead the skin of her thigh. She closed her eyes
again and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming at him. She knew
that if they made too much noise someone would come and investigate.

Hermione
was not ashamed of what she was doing with Snape but the fact that
Harry or even worse Mrs Weasley could walk in on them was a bit too
much for her. She didn't know how Harry would react to her having sex
with the man that he had loathed for their seven years at Hogwarts
and didn't think that she had the ability to explain this to him. Not
that she had any intentions of telling him about her and Snape. She
had never told him or Ron, God rest his soul, much of anything in way
of her sex life, though they had been bountiful with details of
theirs. She was a lady and as such she didn't kiss and tell...unless
it was to Ginny but she didn't think she'd even tell her this little
secret. It would be one that she'd take to her grave.

He
watched as she tried to keep herself from crying out. He watched as
she bit her lip and rolled her head from one side to the other in an
attempt to keep the scream at bay. But he wanted to hear it. He
wanted her to cry out for him and to scream for the whole house to
hear. He wanted to know that she liked what he was doing to her.

“Let
it out Hermione. Let it go,” he cooed softly as he bent forward
and kissed the crease where her leg met her torso. He ran his tongue
along the flesh there and heard her grunt but still not release the
scream. He moved over to the other side and did the same thing this
time earning a squeak from her. Finally he moved down a little and
leveled himself with her wet feminine core. With one long stroke of
his tongue the scream that she had been holding in erupted from her
as did the release that had been coiled so tightly inside. He felt
both run through his body as he watched her open her mouth and scream
his name in ecstasy. He thought for a moment the walls shook and the
windows rattled but it was only his imagination.

Hermione
gripped the sheets and arched her back as the release she had been
hoping for washed over her. She came down slowly, her breathing
shallow and short. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself
down. This was far more pleasurable than anything that she had ever
experienced in her life.

“Are
you okay?” Snape asked moving back up the bed. Hermione opened
her eyes and looked at him. A determined looked crossed over her face
and for a moment Snape thought about being concerned, but before he
had time to do more than draw a breath she was on top of him. Her
lips molded to his and her hands in a million different places at
once. She was everywhere at the same time. He could feel her touch on
him as she pushed at the open white button up shirt. He moved
awkwardly to help her remove it. She found that it wouldn't go far
with him lying on his back so she sat up and pulled him with her,
never breaking the kiss. She fought with the shirt again briefly
before it came off and disappeared to the floor with her clothes.

She
finally broke the kiss, and both of them panted for breath. Hermione
stared at him this time and the determined look was replaced by one
that spoke of wild and primitive desires. It was the basis of all
desires and the fact that it was aimed at him made his heart jump.

“I...want...you...NOW!”
She practically screamed the last word as she panted out the short
sentence. Snape watched her for a moment before reaching for the
clasp of his trousers. He watched her as she watched him remove the
offending garment. He almost sighed with relief when the zipper slid
down past his erection. The damn things had been so tight he had
thought he might bust the zipper out if he had been constrained
inside them for one more minute.

When
he started to remove his boxers Hermione stopped him and moved over
him. She reached down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of the
elastic and slowly removed them for him. He watched as she followed
them down. Her gaze locked with his the whole time. Once the boxers
were thrown to the floor with everything else she looked away from
his face and toward his crotch.

His
cock twitched as her gaze settled on it. She licked her lips and he
thought he was going to die. She wasn't honestly going to...

Before
he could finish the thought Hermione's head had descended and her
mouth was wrapped around his cock. He thought for a moment he might
explode. She bobbed her head up and down sucking hard as she came
back up. He fisted his hands in her hair and held on tightly, he
fought with himself to keep from bucking his hips and choking her.
The way she was working him he could guess that she had done this
before and it sure wasn't the first time for him either. But it was
the first time that a woman had ever made it feel like this. Hermione
seemed to know what would feel good and just how to make him shiver
with pleasure. It was amazing.

“Hermione...please...stop...I'm...”
He trailed off as she looked up at him. He groaned as she released
his throbbing cock with a pop, much the say way as he had with her
nipple.

She
moved back up the bed and hovered over him. Her dripping wet core
hovering over his cock. She bent forward and he thought she was going
to kiss him but instead she bit the spot just below his ear. He
hissed with pleasure as she lapped at the spot. She was amazing.

“Tell
me what you want,” she whispered huskily. He pulled back a bit
to get a better look at her. She looked at him and he was surprised
he did not catch fire and burn. Her eyes were light bright with
desire, her lips swollen from their kisses, and her hair tangled and
messy from his hands. She was a wild goddess.

“What?”
He asked, not sure that he knew exactly what she meant. She rubbed
her slick sex against his and he immediately got her meaning. She
wanted him to voice his desires, she wanted him to tell her what he
wanted.

“I
want you,” he told her and watched as she smiled. The gesture
softened her features but only slightly. She aligned herself over him
and lowered herself down til the tip of him was inside of her. He
closed his eyes and fisted his hands in the sheets. He felt like he
was burning now, like everything in him had caught fire and she was
the flame. She chuckled softly and lend forward again. Her breasts
rubbed against his chest, the light dusting of hair tickling her hard
nipples.

“What
about me do you want?” She asked her lips to his ear as she
nibbled on his earlobe. He swallowed and fought for control. It
wouldn't look good if he came from her teasing, but a man could only
take so much.

“You
know what I want from you,” he nearly yelled back as she sank a
little lower onto his throbbing erection.

“Show
me,” she demanded before pulling off of him and moving away.
His eyes flew open and he looked at the young woman who had moved to
lie beside him on the bed. She watched him closely, for what neither
knew, but it didn't show. He moved quickly, rolling over and on top
of her. She spread her legs and welcomed him into her. He pushed
inside, her heat so incredible. She arched her back pushing into him,
her nails digging into his back as she grabbed him and tried to hold
on. The knot that had been building in her lower abdomen moments ago
was there again. She had never had multi-orgasms before, a lot of the
men she was with took that as a personal insult but with Snape it was
different.

She
felt the tingles, the steady climb up and up. He moved faster as she
wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him harder against her.
He sat up on his hunches and brought her with him, balancing her on
his knees. They were face to face, moving wildly in a dance as old as
time itself. She stared into his impossibly black eyes. His gaze
stayed locked with hers as did his body. They were out of control,
the passion was quickly reaching its peck. He reached down and gently
cupped both her breasts bringing his head down he buried his face
between them. Hermione groaned and wrapped her hands in his hair,
holding him close as the tingling in her body became stronger.

Before
either of them realized it she was coming her eyes closed and her
head feel back. Snape brought his head up and nibbled on her neck as
he too reached his peck. His release followed only a short time after
hers. Both sated they fell back onto the bed.

She
wrapped her arms around him as he lay on top of her. He knew that he
must have been crushing her with his weight but she wouldn't let him
move. After a few minutes he did move however but only to lay his
head against her chest and his ear against her heart. The steady beat
of it soothed him, calming his nerves and lulling him toward a deep
sleep.

“I
love you too,” She whispered as she ran her hand through is
hair. He looked up at her for a moment and watched as tears filled
her eyes.

“Don't,”
he said firmly as he scooted up the bed and lay facing her sharing
his pillow. She smiled and shook her head.

“I
can't not love you,” she spoke against his lips as she brought
her hand up and cradled his cheek. He smirked and pulled back a bit.

“No,
don't cry. You can love me all you want,” he said and wrapped
his arms around her pulling her close to him. Together they slipped
into a peaceful sleep neither of them dreaming that this would be
their first and last time together.

War
changed people.

~FIN~
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