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10: Making up and Making Discoveries
In A Lifetime
Chapter 10: Making up and Making Discoveries
A/N: I apologize for the length of time between updates. The real world has been keeping me busy and my muse apparently went on vacation.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
Hermione pushed Severus onto the bed, pulling off his towel and dropping hers simultaneously. With a lascivious grin she climbed on top of her fiancé and straddled his hips.
“So, my love,” she said, her voice husky with desire, “am I forgiven for being a bitch this morning?”
“I’m seriously considering it,” he replied, matching her grin.
Hermione pouted and moved her body into contact with his stiffening cock, “How about now?” she asked.
“I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you,” he said, laughing, as he pulled her down for a steamss. ss.
Hermione lifted herself up slightly and then lowered herself down on him, slowly sheathing his now hard cock. She couldn’t wait for foreplay. She had to have him inside her. She rocked her hips slightly, feeling him rub against her clit. She loved the feeling of Severus in her her. She loved the way he filled her so perfectly. She loved the way they moved together. She loved this man and everything about him. She loved his darkness, she loved the little traces of light that showed when he smiled. She loved his scowl, his grin, his storminess, and his calm. She raised herself up again and lowered herself, relishing the feeling of his hardness slipping into her wetness. They moved together, forming the rhythm that was now part of them. Severus reached up and caressed Hermione’s breasts, alternately pinching the nipples and massaging the twin globes he loved so much. Hermione moaned and rocked faster, bracing herself on his hips. She leaned over, allowing him to catch a nipple between his teeth and lightly nip it before she straightened up again. With one hand he played with her nipples, the other moving between their bodies to manipulate her clit. Hermione bit her lip and threw her head back as she felt the tension inside her increase. Her slick walls were grasping Severus’ cock as she rode him faster and faster. They were able to anticipate each others’ orgasms, one holding out for the other. Hermione felt herself come first, unable to prevent it. She moaned his name, a primal guttural moan and that moan sent himr thr the edge. With a cry of his own, he emptied into Hermione, she collapsed on top of him. Severus stroked her back, feeling her spasm around his softening cock.
“Gods, Hermione,” he whispered, “you complete me.”
Hermione lifted her head and smiled, “We were supposed to have dinner first, weren’t we?”
“Forget dinner,” replied Severus, “I’d rather have you than food any day.”
“And I would rather have you, however, I AM famished,” she said with a slight pout.
Severus sighed in mock exasperation and gently removed Hermione from on top of him. He got up, performed a quick cleaning spell on both of them and on the bed, and headed naked to the door to the rest of his quarters.
“You stay,” he commanded. With a grin, Hermione nodded.
A few moments later Severus returned with a tray. He set the tray down on the bed and climbed back in, careful not to disturb the contents. Hermione looked over the tray of small sandwiches and a bottle of wine, a plate of melon and cheese, and a bowl of red ripe strawberries with a small bowl of cream. She smiled and reached for a piece of melon.
“This is lovely, Severus,” she said.
“I thought it would be nice to eat in bed,” he replied with a smile.
“Excellent idea.”
They ate in a companionable silence when suddenly Severus shot out of bed, upsetting the strawberries and cream. Hermione looked at him with some trepidation.
“Are you all right, Severus?” she asked.
“I have it!” he shouted.
“Um, OK. Is it contagious?” commented Hermione, furrowing her brow.
“I know the antidote! I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”
“The antidote?” queried Hermione, cleaning up the spilled food, “OH! For Remus?”
“Yes!” exclaimed Severus, “It’s exactly the ingredients I mentioned earlier, but we need to add a bit of the original potion and let it simmer for 6 hours.”
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” asked Hermione, getting out of bed and quickly summoning her working robes, “if we brew it tonight and let it simmer, it will be ready in the morning.”
“You don’t mind?”
Mind?” she said, “of course I don’t mind. This is important.”
Hermione quickly summoned Severus’ work robes and handed them to him, standing on her toes to kiss him, “If I have to pull an all nighter, it would have to be an all night shagging marathon, or an all night potion brewing.”
“Perhaps we could combine the two,” suggested Severus, grinning.
“Well, we will have six hours whilst it simmers…”
Hermione and Severus headed to the private lab, dropping the wards and leaving them down in case they needed assistance. Once in the lab, they quickly got to work, their work rhythm as dependable and satisfying as their sexual rhythm. Hermione quickly and deftly assembled the ingredients, preparing the herbs properly and with precision as Severus prepared the pewter cauldron.
“This will work on Remus?” questioned Hermione, “Even with his mutated blood?”
Severus looked up from the cauldron and smiled slightly, “Thanks to you, Hermione, his blood no longer mutates. We are approaching the full moon and there has been no change in his blood cells. By this time, changes would usually be occurring fairly rapidly. We are continuing to monitor your c-factor potion.”
“Oh my, Severus, the full moon is in two days time.”
“That’s when we will no for sure that your potion…”
“Our potion,” corrected Hermione.
“…is successful,” continued Severus, “But it is looking good. However, haste is important now that we know the antidote to my unfortunate potion. If the C-factor is not successful at the time of the full moon, we would need to administer this potion whilst his blood cells are normal.”
“Hence trying to get it ready for the morning,” nodded Hermione, handing Severus finely minced Lethe’s trefoil.
“Correct,” assented Severus, carefully adding the Lethe’s trefoil and the grated dragon scale, “13 stirs and we add the unicorn blood, then wait 20 minutes and add the phoenix tears…”
Hermione stopped and stared at Severus. He felt her gaze and looked up.
“Oh no…” he started.
“There’s no more phoenix tears,” said Hermione quietly, chewing her lower lip.
“There MUST be,” stated Severus, keeping track of his stirs.
“We used the last for the trauma potion.”
“Shit,” commented Severus.
“Fawkes.”
“No need to be THAT profane, Hermione,” stated Severus, scowling into the cauldron having completed the requisite number of stirs.
“Not ‘fuck’ Severus,” said Hermione, rolling her eyes, “FAWKES. Albus’ phoenix.”
“Right,” assented Severus, “we have 20 minutes. This potion is too volatile for stasis at this point.”
Hermione ran out of the lab, up the dungeon steps, quickly taking 30 points from two Slytherins engaging in after hours snogging near a suit of armor. She barked out the password to Albus’ office, bolting up the moving staircase, not waiting for it to move her up. She knocked quickly, then without waiting burst into the headmasters office. Albus stood in front of Fawkes’ perch, a vial in his hand.
“Honestly Hermione, it would have been quicker to simply floo the request, as Severus did,” stated the headmaster, handing her the vial of fresh phoenix tears.
Hermione took the vial and glared at Albus as she grabbed a bit of floo powder and stepped into the hearth. Albus smiled at the glare, his potions master was rubbing off on the mediwitch intern. With a pat on the head for Fawkes, the old wizard settled into his chair and awaited word that the antidote was in the final stage of simmering. If all went well, they would be one step closer to unlocking the mystery of how Remus survived the killing curse and what had happened to him afterward.
Hermione stepped through the floo in Severus’ office and quickly hurried to the lab. She handed Severus the vial, punching him in the arm.
“What was that for?” asked Severus, rubbing his arm.
“Not suggesting I simply floo the request to Albus,” she replied with a scowl.
“I thought you were heading to my office,” he replied, a half grin appearing on his face, “I had no idea you were going to run all the way to Albus’ office.”
“Well, for what it’s worth,” remarked Hermione, “my taking the long way there did result in YOUR house losing 30 points for snogging in the corridor after hours.”
“I’ll be sure to return the favor to Gryffindor tomorrow.”
“Bastard.”
“Professor Granger, my parents were married when I was born, such a marriage as it was. I am hardly a bastard,” he said, arching an eyebrow.
With an eye on the clock on the wall, Severus carefully added the final ingredient and stirred it 17 times in a clockwise direction before setting the flame to simmer the potion, “When it turns a vivid orange,” said Severus, “it is ready. Now,” he said, wrapping his arms around Hermione, “how to occupy 6 hours…”
Hermione slipped her hands under his robes, stroking his cock gently, “I can think of a few ways to kill some time,” she said, replacing the wards and dropping to her knees. Severus moaned as her lips closed around him, the only other sound being the softly simmering cauldron.
Chapter 10: Making up and Making Discoveries
A/N: I apologize for the length of time between updates. The real world has been keeping me busy and my muse apparently went on vacation.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
Hermione pushed Severus onto the bed, pulling off his towel and dropping hers simultaneously. With a lascivious grin she climbed on top of her fiancé and straddled his hips.
“So, my love,” she said, her voice husky with desire, “am I forgiven for being a bitch this morning?”
“I’m seriously considering it,” he replied, matching her grin.
Hermione pouted and moved her body into contact with his stiffening cock, “How about now?” she asked.
“I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you,” he said, laughing, as he pulled her down for a steamss. ss.
Hermione lifted herself up slightly and then lowered herself down on him, slowly sheathing his now hard cock. She couldn’t wait for foreplay. She had to have him inside her. She rocked her hips slightly, feeling him rub against her clit. She loved the feeling of Severus in her her. She loved the way he filled her so perfectly. She loved the way they moved together. She loved this man and everything about him. She loved his darkness, she loved the little traces of light that showed when he smiled. She loved his scowl, his grin, his storminess, and his calm. She raised herself up again and lowered herself, relishing the feeling of his hardness slipping into her wetness. They moved together, forming the rhythm that was now part of them. Severus reached up and caressed Hermione’s breasts, alternately pinching the nipples and massaging the twin globes he loved so much. Hermione moaned and rocked faster, bracing herself on his hips. She leaned over, allowing him to catch a nipple between his teeth and lightly nip it before she straightened up again. With one hand he played with her nipples, the other moving between their bodies to manipulate her clit. Hermione bit her lip and threw her head back as she felt the tension inside her increase. Her slick walls were grasping Severus’ cock as she rode him faster and faster. They were able to anticipate each others’ orgasms, one holding out for the other. Hermione felt herself come first, unable to prevent it. She moaned his name, a primal guttural moan and that moan sent himr thr the edge. With a cry of his own, he emptied into Hermione, she collapsed on top of him. Severus stroked her back, feeling her spasm around his softening cock.
“Gods, Hermione,” he whispered, “you complete me.”
Hermione lifted her head and smiled, “We were supposed to have dinner first, weren’t we?”
“Forget dinner,” replied Severus, “I’d rather have you than food any day.”
“And I would rather have you, however, I AM famished,” she said with a slight pout.
Severus sighed in mock exasperation and gently removed Hermione from on top of him. He got up, performed a quick cleaning spell on both of them and on the bed, and headed naked to the door to the rest of his quarters.
“You stay,” he commanded. With a grin, Hermione nodded.
A few moments later Severus returned with a tray. He set the tray down on the bed and climbed back in, careful not to disturb the contents. Hermione looked over the tray of small sandwiches and a bottle of wine, a plate of melon and cheese, and a bowl of red ripe strawberries with a small bowl of cream. She smiled and reached for a piece of melon.
“This is lovely, Severus,” she said.
“I thought it would be nice to eat in bed,” he replied with a smile.
“Excellent idea.”
They ate in a companionable silence when suddenly Severus shot out of bed, upsetting the strawberries and cream. Hermione looked at him with some trepidation.
“Are you all right, Severus?” she asked.
“I have it!” he shouted.
“Um, OK. Is it contagious?” commented Hermione, furrowing her brow.
“I know the antidote! I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”
“The antidote?” queried Hermione, cleaning up the spilled food, “OH! For Remus?”
“Yes!” exclaimed Severus, “It’s exactly the ingredients I mentioned earlier, but we need to add a bit of the original potion and let it simmer for 6 hours.”
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” asked Hermione, getting out of bed and quickly summoning her working robes, “if we brew it tonight and let it simmer, it will be ready in the morning.”
“You don’t mind?”
Mind?” she said, “of course I don’t mind. This is important.”
Hermione quickly summoned Severus’ work robes and handed them to him, standing on her toes to kiss him, “If I have to pull an all nighter, it would have to be an all night shagging marathon, or an all night potion brewing.”
“Perhaps we could combine the two,” suggested Severus, grinning.
“Well, we will have six hours whilst it simmers…”
Hermione and Severus headed to the private lab, dropping the wards and leaving them down in case they needed assistance. Once in the lab, they quickly got to work, their work rhythm as dependable and satisfying as their sexual rhythm. Hermione quickly and deftly assembled the ingredients, preparing the herbs properly and with precision as Severus prepared the pewter cauldron.
“This will work on Remus?” questioned Hermione, “Even with his mutated blood?”
Severus looked up from the cauldron and smiled slightly, “Thanks to you, Hermione, his blood no longer mutates. We are approaching the full moon and there has been no change in his blood cells. By this time, changes would usually be occurring fairly rapidly. We are continuing to monitor your c-factor potion.”
“Oh my, Severus, the full moon is in two days time.”
“That’s when we will no for sure that your potion…”
“Our potion,” corrected Hermione.
“…is successful,” continued Severus, “But it is looking good. However, haste is important now that we know the antidote to my unfortunate potion. If the C-factor is not successful at the time of the full moon, we would need to administer this potion whilst his blood cells are normal.”
“Hence trying to get it ready for the morning,” nodded Hermione, handing Severus finely minced Lethe’s trefoil.
“Correct,” assented Severus, carefully adding the Lethe’s trefoil and the grated dragon scale, “13 stirs and we add the unicorn blood, then wait 20 minutes and add the phoenix tears…”
Hermione stopped and stared at Severus. He felt her gaze and looked up.
“Oh no…” he started.
“There’s no more phoenix tears,” said Hermione quietly, chewing her lower lip.
“There MUST be,” stated Severus, keeping track of his stirs.
“We used the last for the trauma potion.”
“Shit,” commented Severus.
“Fawkes.”
“No need to be THAT profane, Hermione,” stated Severus, scowling into the cauldron having completed the requisite number of stirs.
“Not ‘fuck’ Severus,” said Hermione, rolling her eyes, “FAWKES. Albus’ phoenix.”
“Right,” assented Severus, “we have 20 minutes. This potion is too volatile for stasis at this point.”
Hermione ran out of the lab, up the dungeon steps, quickly taking 30 points from two Slytherins engaging in after hours snogging near a suit of armor. She barked out the password to Albus’ office, bolting up the moving staircase, not waiting for it to move her up. She knocked quickly, then without waiting burst into the headmasters office. Albus stood in front of Fawkes’ perch, a vial in his hand.
“Honestly Hermione, it would have been quicker to simply floo the request, as Severus did,” stated the headmaster, handing her the vial of fresh phoenix tears.
Hermione took the vial and glared at Albus as she grabbed a bit of floo powder and stepped into the hearth. Albus smiled at the glare, his potions master was rubbing off on the mediwitch intern. With a pat on the head for Fawkes, the old wizard settled into his chair and awaited word that the antidote was in the final stage of simmering. If all went well, they would be one step closer to unlocking the mystery of how Remus survived the killing curse and what had happened to him afterward.
Hermione stepped through the floo in Severus’ office and quickly hurried to the lab. She handed Severus the vial, punching him in the arm.
“What was that for?” asked Severus, rubbing his arm.
“Not suggesting I simply floo the request to Albus,” she replied with a scowl.
“I thought you were heading to my office,” he replied, a half grin appearing on his face, “I had no idea you were going to run all the way to Albus’ office.”
“Well, for what it’s worth,” remarked Hermione, “my taking the long way there did result in YOUR house losing 30 points for snogging in the corridor after hours.”
“I’ll be sure to return the favor to Gryffindor tomorrow.”
“Bastard.”
“Professor Granger, my parents were married when I was born, such a marriage as it was. I am hardly a bastard,” he said, arching an eyebrow.
With an eye on the clock on the wall, Severus carefully added the final ingredient and stirred it 17 times in a clockwise direction before setting the flame to simmer the potion, “When it turns a vivid orange,” said Severus, “it is ready. Now,” he said, wrapping his arms around Hermione, “how to occupy 6 hours…”
Hermione slipped her hands under his robes, stroking his cock gently, “I can think of a few ways to kill some time,” she said, replacing the wards and dropping to her knees. Severus moaned as her lips closed around him, the only other sound being the softly simmering cauldron.