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A Time To Give In	By : spiderkiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not DH compliant.

�Part 1�

A Time To Give In

The door at the end off the darkened hallway opened, revealing nothing at first glance. The other doors that lined the hallway remained closed as the occupants slept within them. But slowly a figure appeared from the dark doorway. A figure anyone in the Wizarding World would recognize. Hermione Granger, the female part of the golden trio and proud war hero.

Dressed in an old white shirt she crept down the hallway. Hoping to quietly retrieve a sleeping draught from the potions cabinet that was in the loo before waking anybody up.

�It�s quite late Miss Granger,� drolled a voice from one of the blackened doorways. �Why are you still up and wandering about?�

Hermione halted mid step. It had been so long since she had talked to the fellow war hero and former Potions Master.

�Sir,� she whispered, still trying not to wake any of the other house occupants. �I didn�t know you were here.�

Straining her eyes Hermione looked around to see which room his voice was coming from. It was disconcerting enough that she was in the same house as the man who had come to haunt her dreams for the better part of six years. But having him the same house after she had tried so hard to avoid him for the past two months seemed a bit much.

�Obviously, or you wouldn�t have come out of your room,� snapped the disembodied voice.

Hermione sighed and hung her head, leaning against the side of a chair that decorated the new Headquarter�s hallway. Using her long curls to hide her face from the eyes that she could feel glaring her down as he now approached her. She sneaked a glance at him and inhaled sharply. His face and bare chest appeared to glow when he stepped out from the doorway that lead to the room he was using during his stay.

Usually Hermione would reprimand anyone who spoke to her in such a manner. But this time she couldn�t blame him for his tone.
She had all but run away from him when he tried to approach her at the last yearly celebration of the fall of �He-Who-Must-Still-Not-Be-Named.� At the time she could think of nothing else to do. He had strode in with a tall and beautiful red-headed witch clinging to his arm. In her jealously Hermione assumed that the nameless witch would be getting to warm his bed that night. The thought had left her sick to her stomach and she couldn�t bare it. So when he caught her eye from across the room and made his way toward her, all while caressing the other witch�s arm, Hermione thought about nothing else except fleeing.
Her Gryffindor pride failing her at the realization that her school girl crush had turned into a deeper longing over the years. Choosing instead to beat a hasty retreat as oppose to confronting the newfound feelings dead on. She had avoided Severus at all costs since the celebration.

Lost in her thoughts Hermione didn�t notice that Severus�s eyes were hungrily drinking her form in. When he discovered her eyes following him at the last dammed ball the Ministry insisted he attend, he felt that the witch finally reciprocated the desire he felt for her. But blasted if she hadn�t made it hard for him, disappearing before he could get her alone.

Even at Headquarters she would always Floo or apparate away before he arrived. As though that blood thirsty three headed dog from hell was after her. But tonight he planned ahead and arrived unannounced in hopes of finally catching his lioness, even if only for tonight.

Raking his eyes upward he marveled at her. Gods how she had grown over the past few years. Into full bloom of her woman hood. Hips that begged to be caressed, full breasts that called out for only him to hold. And that bloody white scrape of clothing did nothing to hid her form from his gaze. A hungry moan tore from his throat at the thought of what it concealed so modestly.

Hearing his moan brought Hermione�s head up. Bringing back from her thoughts.

�Professor?� she asked tentatively.

�Severus,� he told her as he took a step forward, �There�s no need for titles anymore, Miss Granger.�

Hermione took another step back as he advanced again.

He smirked. It was a futile move on her part. With her back against the wall she had nowhere else to run to.

�Severus?� Hermione asked.

What was he doing to her? Her body hummed and ached as it cried out for her to just reach out and touch him. Her senses screaming as she hungrily drank in his shirtless chest and the coarse black hair covering it.

�Hermione, how long do you insist we follow the other in circles?� his baritone voice murmured against her ear.

Unable to help herself Hermione dropped her gaze to his lips.

That was all Severus needed. Reaching out he entwined their hands together and placed them above her head as he molded his body against hers. Bending down slowly he gave her a chance to pull away.

�You�re sure?� he asked while nipping at her bottom lip.

At her slight nod he dove in and molded his lips to hers. Nibbling and licking until Hermione leaned into him and opened her mouth with a gasp. With her mouth now opened he sought out her tongue. Enabling their tongues to fight and thrust against the other. Retracting her tongue Hermione sank her teeth into his bottom lip, making the second moan for the night burst from his mouth.

Opening her eyes Hermione found herself staring into his piercing black orbs. A burst of warmth exploded bellow her belly as she gave in. Closing her eyes once more and hungrily sinking deeper into the kiss. If this was all she could get from him then she would take it and never look back.

Throwing caution into the wind she grinded her hips into his. Rubbing herself against the hard bulge she felt through his pants. If her eyes had stayed open she would have seen Severus�s own roll into the back of his head.

Gods, this woman was driving him mad.

Gently he began rocking his hips against hers. Sensitizing as much of himself as he could along her. Releasing her hands he braced himself against the wall beside her. His mouth growing hungry and instant against hers.

�Please.�

Her whimper brought his head up to gaze into her flushed face.

�Harder Severus, please.�

Hermione was almost to the point of tears as she pressed her body against his. Raking her nails down his chest.

Growling he forced her high up against the wall and slammed his mouth against hers. Her legs helplessly wrapping around his back as his hips began moving on their own accord, mimicking the movements that would later come. Thrusting up against her even with her nightshirt and his pants still on. Hungry for every inch of her, he couldn�t seem to stop himself. His mouth moving down her neck and nipping at it. Making sure to leave a mark for the morning.

Hermione felt liquid seep through her panties. She wanted him and by the gods she would have him. She dimly wondered when her hands made their way into his hair to hold his head as he bit at her. Never the less she released them to push him backwards.

At the shock of no longer having the warm body that he was buffeting against Severus was at full attention. Figuring she had finally come to her sense and no longer wished to continue.

Hermione almost gasped at the resignation she saw in his eyes. Grasping his hand the witch led him back through the door that he had first come out of.
Running her hands through his chest hair she leaned in and gently bit his flat nipple. Causing Severus to hiss and slam the door shut with his free hand.

Trying to maneuver Hermione toward the bed was hindered since she continued to kiss and rub against his chest. Earning growls of approval from the dark wizard. Her torturous little mouth only stopping its assault when the back of her knees hit the side of the bed causing her to fall backwards.

Sprawled before him as an angel in a white t-shirt. Hermione�s eyes were foggy and her hair wild from his hands raking through it. Her small nipples were pebbling through the material and beckoning him. Soaked panties were peaking out from under her shirt. Severus shook like a boy with the anticipation of finally having the witch who stared in his fantasies finally laying before him.

If Severus was taking an eyeful so was Hermione. Her hooded eyes drank in his dark form. From the pale skin of his upper body down to the black clothing that hide his lower form. Moving into a sitting position Hermione rubbed her hands against his clothed leg in an upward caressing motion.

�I�ve wanted this for so long,� she started, �for years I�ve dreamed of you.�

Still looking at him she began unbutton his pants.

�Dreamt of your voice, your presence,� her own voice growing husky.

Startling him, she pressed her face into his crotch as if breathing him in.

��your scent.� Hermione breathed deep and rubbed her nose against his opened fly.

Pulling his pants down she ran her hands up his now exposed legs and over his boxers. Opening her mouth and pressing it against his boxer covered erection. The thin material the only barrier between his hardness and her sweet warm mouth.

�Wench, your driving me mad.� Severus hissed.

Gazing down at her he halted her tortuous mouth and gently grasped her chin to tilt her face upward.

�Let me properly introduce you.�

With his other hand Severus pulled his boxers down. Baring himself completely and springing his erection free so it now rested against her cheek.

�Vixen, meet little Severus. He has been waiting a very long time to meet you.� he purred at her.

Turning her head Hermione took �little Severus� into her mouth with a hard suck. Grabbing the backs of his legs Hermione bobbed her head along his manhood. There was too much of him to fit, so she took a free hand and stroked him in time with the forward and back dragging motion of her lips. Alternating between sucking and licking him. Noticing that if she scraped her teeth lightly against the sensitive head Severus would let out a low hiss of approval. Every hiss he made was rewarded with a hard suck.

�Stop! Oh Gods. Enough!� panted Severus as he stepped away. �Take your shirt off and lay down, Hermione.�

Doing as her soon-to-be lover instructed Hermione removed her shirt and scooted back to rest against the pillows that adorned his bed. She watched has he stepped out of his boxers. Her eyes never leaving his as he came onto the bed and crawled toward her. Reminding Hermione of a large predator stalking his mate.
She shivered as she felt him slide against her. Removing her panties Severus smelled them before throwing them somewhere across the room. Finally bringing his face to rest between her thighs.

�Spread them, love. Let me see all of you.� Severus instructed.

As she opened up herself to his gaze Severus licked his lips. His mouth hungered for her taste while he lay there looking at what she was generously offering. Pressing his face against her quim he took in her smell.

Nudging his nose against her clit he was encouraged by her gasp. And like a cat he started lapping her outer lips. Flattening his tongue to sweep over her in broad motions. Alternating between thrusting his tongue into her and sucking her clit. Tasting as much of her as he could. Placing his hands on her hips to quell her sharp movements.

Hermione was becoming a quaking mess. Thrusting her hips up, as much as his calloused hands would allow, to meet every thrust his tongue made. Whimpers and delightful little sounds escaping her lips the longer he continued. Threading her fingers through his hair she began begging for something she couldn�t put into words. Pressing his head harder against her to encourage his movements.

After several minutes Severus raised his head.

�Hermione look at me,� he called.
Her eyes opened and widened on a moan as she watched him take his middle finger and thrust it into her. Severus bent over her. Licking bellow her bellybutton and rubbing her clit while adding a second then third digit to thrust into her hole.

After feeling she was sufficiently prepared he withdrew his fingers. Earning a pitiful whimper from the maiden below him. Severus moved to brace his hand beside her head while his other hand dropped and grasped his cock. Rubbing his hardness against her slit, he used her own juices to moisten himself and then placed himself against her opening. His dark eyes falling to rest on her.

�Keep you eyes open because years from now I want you to remember that it was me that made you feel like this,� he commanded.

Before Hermione could even open her mouth to respond to his odd statement Severus pulled back and slammed his length all the way in to the hilt. Shrieking Hermione glorified in the feeling of finally having his hardness within her.

Once more Severus pulled and slammed back in, earning another shriek from his witch. Moving so both of his hands now rested on the either side of her head, they mirrored the same position they were in when he confronted her in the hallway.

Severus lowered himself and grasped the sheets as he continued to thrust his hips forward. Using the mattress as leverage to hold on to as he pushed his body up into hers. Pounding into the woman he had watched from afar for the past five years.

�Yes Severus! Oh please, yes!� shrieked Hermione, completely lost in her pleasure.

Encouraged by her voice Severus brought himself up to his knees. Wrapping his arms around her and bringing her to follow him as he moved up into a half kneeling half sitting position on the bed. Stabbing upwards into her with hard thrusts Severus moved her hair out of her face as she wrapped her arms around is neck and thrust her body downward into his.

�Not yet, my love. We�re not done yet! Show me how much you want me. Ride me, witch!�

If Hermione had been in the right frame of mind she would have noted the desperation in his voice. But all she could do at the time was simply give this amazing man all she could. Raising her body up she slammed herself downwards. Trying desperately to finish the climb. She was so close.

�Severus� she gasped as his cock brushed a certain spot.

�Right there? Yess,� Severus hissed, �Hold on, love. Is it right�there?� he repeated between thrusts.

He pressed his body close to hers and pounded into her as his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Hermione was shrieking as she exploded. Crying out his name over and over as he continued to thrust into her through her orgasm. Moaning as he felt her walls clamp onto to him so hard he thought he would pop.

Snarling he pushed her body downward to the bed again and wrapped her legs around his waist. Now going for his own pleasure. Growling and grunting as he took her body violently against the bed. Hermione shook with the continued on slot of feelings. Sensing that Severus was close she leaned up and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

The sudden sharp pain caused stars to burst behind Severus�s eyes. Roaring Hermione�s name Severus felt his seed being torn from his body as he gave his final last few thrusts into his witch. Her body continuing to suck him of every drop while her tongue laved at the wound on his shoulder. After the final shallow thrust Severus collapsed on top of her before rolling to his side.

Sated they both were content to lay there panting.

�You bit me.�

Hermione almost laughed at the childish tone Severus used as she turned to face him.
�You bit me first� she cheekily replied.

Severus�s gaze traced over the biggest mark he had left on her at the beginning of their little encounter. Smirking at the memory.

Biting her lip Hermione asked, �What happens now?�

Thinking that however wonderful tonight had been Severus wouldn�t want to continue it in the morning. To him this was just a silly fling. But she would treasure this night forever.

Severus took his time deciding how to respond. Guessing that this wonderful witch was already regretting her night with the sour old bat from her schoolgirl days. But he wanted to bask in his fantasy for just a little while longer.

�Now we sleep,� he finally replied.

Pulling her close Severus let Hermione rest her head on his chest as his arms encircled her.

Tomorrow would bring another day and a time to face reality but for tonight they were both content to reside in thoughts of what could be.

And as both witch and wizard drifted off into slumber neither thought that the other would dream the same dream. But they did.
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