Criminal Ravishment

Chapter 10

At the Leaving Feast, the House Cup was awarded and once again, Gryffindor proudly received the Cup as the hall erupted into applause. It was a very bittersweet time for the seventh years since this would be their last night at Hogwarts.

“What are your plans for the summer Hermione?” asked Harry. After Hermione’s parents had been killed, she had moved to the Burrow with the Weasleys who unofficially adopted her. “I am going to return to the Burrow with Ron,” she said, “then I will head off to the University this fall. What are your plans Harry?”

“I am going to the Burrow with you and Ron,” he said proudly. Now that Voldemort is dead, Albus granted me permission to live elsewhere and of course, Mrs. Weasley was the first to volunteer her house.” “It won’t be too crowded, will it Ron?” asked Hermione, not wanting to be a burden on them.

“Are you kidding? There is always room!” piped up Ron. “Besides, Fred and George moved out a month ago. Ginny and I are the only ones left, besides Mum and Dad. Even if my entire family was there, we would still make room for the both of you.” Harry and Hermione were both relieved by Ron’s welcoming words.

Noticing that Hermione kept glancing up at the high table, Harry asked, “Are you going to tell Snape goodbye?” “I don’t know,” she said without thinking. “After everything he has done for you, and you don’t know if you are going to say goodbye?” asked Ron. “I just figured that maybe he is too busy or…” she started, but Harry interrupted.

“Hermione, you have spent a great deal of time with Snape. He completely stopped teaching, put his life on hold to help you with your recovery and now you think he is too busy for you to say goodbye? I think that there is more to it,” said Harry, waiting for her to answer. “Okay,” said Hermione, “I will tell him goodbye.” She didn\'t mean it though; she only said these words to make Harry and Ron leave her alone. She had no intention of saying goodbye to Severus. When he had not returned her hug, it had hurt her more than she thought possible and she was not about to go say goodbye to him only to have him ignore her.

The next day, Hermione, along with Ron, Harry, Ginny and the rest of the students boarded the Hogwarts Express. Arthur and Molly Weasley excitedly waited for them at King\'s Cross Station, and the four were greeted with hugs and kisses from Molly and handshakes from Arthur.

“Harry, Hermione,” said Molly in a very stern voice as they arrived at the Burrow, “This is your home and it will always be your home for as long as you want. Do I make myself clear?” Harry and Hermione both smiled. “Yes Mrs. Weasley!” they both chirped and everybody piled out of Arthur’s new car.

It took several days, but Hermione and Harry finally settled in. Harry truly felt like he was at home, but Hermione was still a little distant from everybody. Taking into account that she had been through a horrible ordeal during the school year, everybody decided that she just needed some time.

Ron, Harry and Hermione applied for their apparating licenses and received them a week later. They immediately began apparating all over the Burrow, scaring Molly half to death as they popped up everywhere unexpectedly. “If the three of you don’t stop apparating inside this house, I am going to request that your licenses be taken away!” she screamed one morning when Ron apparated behind her and asked her what was for breakfast, causing her to drop the eggs and sausages all over the floor. The three apologized and promised to only apparate outside.

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Early one morning, Molly was in the kitchen baking when Hermione came down the stairs. “Good morning Molly,” said Hermione. “Good morning dear. How are you?” Molly asked. “I am doing well,” answered Hermione who still had her mind elsewhere. “What are you making Molly?” “I am making blueberry muffins with a cinnamon and sugar topping. Would you like to help?” Hermione nodded and smiled. “Good, you can add the sugar for me.” “Sure,” Hermione waved her wand and the sugar poured into the bowl. “What else can I do?” “Rinse out the blueberries and add them next,” said Molly as she continued to gently stir the rest of the batter in the bowl. As Molly poured the last of the batter into the muffin pan, Hermione spooned on the cinnamon and sugar topping. “Very nice,” said Molly. “Now I will put them in the oven and we will have fresh muffins for breakfast.” Hermione nodded and sat down at the table, looking a little preoccupied.

“Would you like a cup of tea Hermione?” asked Molly. “Yes, please,” she said. Molly brought them each a cup of tea and sat down at the table. “Hermione, are you okay? I know that you have been through a lot this past year, but you seem to be preoccupied with something else,” asked Molly gently, trying not to pry.

Hermione smiled as she took a sip of her tea. “I have been thinking about someone.” Molly’s eyes sparkled. “A man?” she asked. “Yes, but how did you know?” “Dear, I have seven children and I have seen that love-struck behavior in all of them. I do have to admit that you are handling it much better than my boys did, running into the walls, always having to repeat myself since they did not hear a word I said,” she rolled her eyes as Hermione smiled. “Tell me what’s wrong dear.”

“Well, I didn’t tell him goodbye when I left Hogwarts,” Hermione said in a small voice. “So, it’s not Ron or Harry,” said Molly, a little surprised, but not disappointed. “Oh, no. I love Ron and Harry like brothers,” Hermione answered quickly. “I have an idea. Why don\'t you write him a letter explaining how you feel and send him some of the blueberry muffins,” suggested Molly.

“That is a wonderful idea!” squeaked Hermione as she hugged Molly and ran upstairs to write the letter. About twenty minutes later, she came back down with the letter in hand. “I have the muffins in a basket with a warming charm on them. All you have to do is secure your letter to the basket and attach it to Hedwig,” said Molly as she handed the basket to Hermione. “Thank you!” yelled Hermione as she ran out the door to get Hedwig. Quickly placing the letter in the basket, she attached it to the owl. “Take this straight to Severus Snape,” she told Hedwig who hooted in response. Hermione watched the owl fly out of sight, hoping she had done the right thing.


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Severus was sitting on the balcony of the Priapusum tower, trying to enjoy the beautiful morning, but he could not get Hermione off of his mind. He was angered that she had not told him goodbye, but he also realized that he had pushed her away first. His food sat in front of him, untouched, as stared at her flower garden, remembering how complete he was in her presence when suddenly a large white owl dropped from the sky and landed on the table.

Severus looked at the owl suspiciously, knowing it looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place to whom it belonged. He untied the basket and offered the owl some of his toast. Hedwig nibbled on part of it before flying away. Pulling the letter from the basket, Severus immediately recognized the handwriting on the outside and he quickly opened it up to read it.

Dear Severus,

I must apologize for not saying goodbye to you. I was unsure how you would respond, since the last time I was in your presence, you did not return my affection. However, that is not why I am writing. I am writing to tell you that I miss you and I miss our conversations.

I am sending some blueberry muffins that I helped Molly Weasley make this morning. I hope you enjoy them!

Love,
Hermione

Severus re-read the letter a few more times before finally taking a muffin from the basket and eating it. ‘Delicious,’ he thought as he ate all the muffins. It was the first time in days that he had eaten more than a bite or two. He went to his desk, which was now located in the Priapusum tower and took out some parchment and a quill to begin writing a letter back to Hermione. When he finished, he called for his owl to deliver it. As he tied the letter to the black owl, he told it, “You will find Hermione Granger at the Weasley’s Burrow.” The owl hooted and took off.

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Hermione was helping Molly clear the table from breakfast when a black owl came gliding in the kitchen window and landed in front of her. “Hello,” said Hermione as she untied the letter, recognizing the handwriting. “Well, that was fast,” said Molly as she tried to sneak a peek at the letter which Hermione quickly placed in her pocket.

“He is very efficient,” said Hermione as she gave the owl some toast before it flew away. “Hermione, go open your letter. I will finish clearing the table,” smiled Molly. “Thank you!” squeaked Hermione, who was already heading up the stairs.

As Hermione sat down on her bed, she pulled out the letter and took a deep breath before opening it.

Dear Hermione,

Thank you for the blueberry muffins.

I miss you too.

Love,
Severus

Hermione could have screamed from the excitement she felt, but she did not dare because she wanted it to be her secret, at least for now.

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A few days later, Hedwig flew into the Priapusum tower and landed in front of Severus with another basket. Severus smiled as he untied the basket and gave her some food before she flew off. Taking the basket to the couch, he sat down and opened it, already smelling the chocolate chip cookies it contained. He reached for [to] the letter and opened it.

Dear Severus,

I made these cookies just for you. Not even Ron or Harry got any.

I still miss you Severus and I need to know what you are thinking, and what you want. If you still have feelings for me, please tell me, because I still have feelings for you.

Love,
Hermione

Severus ate a few of the cookies and went into the flower garden. He closed his eyes and could almost feel Hermione standing there next to him. ‘Could her love be real?’ he asked himself, too afraid to believe it.

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The Weasley family, plus Harry and Hermione, were seated around the table eating dinner when a black owl entered the kitchen and landed in front of Hermione carrying a package. All eyes fell on her as she untied the package and offered the owl some of her food. She held the package and watched the owl eat before taking off. The rest of the family stared at her anxiously, waiting for her to open the package, but she just placed it next to her and finished her food.

“Oh come on Hermione!” said Ron, “Open it!” “I will open it in private,” said Hermione with a small smile. “I think she has a boyfriend,” teased Harry. “Have you noticed how she has been smiling lately? I bet that is where all the chocolate chip cookies went!” “I’ll find out who it’s from,” yelled Ron as he dove for the package, picking it up. Before he had finished lifting it from the table, Hermione had drawn her wand and pointed it between Ron’s eyes and glared at him. He quickly placed the package back down. “Good choice Ron,” smirked Harry as the rest of the family laughed.

“The package belongs to Hermione, so just let her open when she is ready,” said Molly. “Thank you Molly,” said Hermione, “I think I will open it.” Everyone looked at her anxiously but she added, “In my bedroom,” and you could see the disappointment on everyone\'s face.

Hermione went to her room and carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She recognized them as flowers from her garden. Next, she opened the letter.

Dear Hermione,

I hope you like your flowers. I tried to be as meticulous as you are when puttiogetogether a bouquet. Clearly you do a better job.

As for an answer to your last letter, I am now residing in the Priapusum tower because I cannot get you off of my mind. Everywhere I go, I see you; I smell you; I hear you and if I close my eyes, I can even feel you.

My feelings for you have never changed. The reason I did not return your affection that day is because I was afraid that you would wake up one day and realize that you know longer wanted me.

Everyday I wait for a letter to arrive from you. I am becoming obsessed with you, Hermione. I am actually losing control and I do not know what to do except to be honest with you and with myself.

Hermione, I love you.

Love,
Severus

Hermione wiped away her tears as she read the letter again, making sure she was not dreaming. There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said. Molly walked in and shut the door behind her. “Oh my!” said Molly as she saw the flowers lying next to Hermione on the bed. “I have never in my life seen such beautiful flowers. Who are they…” Molly looked at Hermione and saw her tears. “Hermione, what is wrong?”

“Oh, nothing Molly. Honestly. I am just happy, very happy,” said Hermione as she handed the letter to Molly to read. “Severus Snape is in love with you?” asked a shocked Molly. “Why? I mean, how?” “Molly, when Lucius kidnapped me, there was more to the story than what Professor Dumbledore told you,” and Hermione proceeded to tell Molly the entire story. Molly was wiping away her own tears as Hermione finished, “Severus gave me back my life. He was afraid that I had a temporary infatuation with him, but it is so much more than that. I love him.”

“Oh Hermione!” Molly hugged her and began to cry all over again, “I could fall in love with the man too just by listening to how he helped you. Go to him Hermione. Love only comes once and if you ignore it, you may never get another chance.” Hermione began to cry again. “I will leave right now!” exclaimed Hermione. “No you won’t,” said Molly, “It is too late for you to apparate to Hogwarts, especially since you are still new to it.” “You are right. I will leave first thing tomorrow,” she said as she hugged Molly again.

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Very early in the morning, before Ron or Harry woke up, Hermione packed her things and said goodbye to Molly. “I will explain everything to Ron and Harry,” said Molly, “They need to know who makes you happy.” Hermione smiled as Molly handed her a basket of fresh muffins. “At least you can have breakfast when you get there.” “Thank you Molly,” she said before apparating to Hogwarts.

When she arrived, she left her things in the Great Hall and proceeded to the Priapusum tower with her basket of muffins. As she approached the door, she let the wards down, smiling because they not not been changed. Cautiously entering the tower so as not to wake up Severus, she tiptoed over to the bed, only to find it empty.

‘Where is he,’ she thought as she placed the basket of muffins on the table. Searching the rest of the rooms, she could not find him so she decided to go out to the garden and wait for him. To her surprise, he was sitting on the bench that had been placed next to her garden. Severus looked so serene as he looked at both the flowers and the sunrise. Hermione quietly walked up behind him so as not to disturb him and waited to surprise him.

Standing behind him without saying a word, Hermione watched the man she loved. He turned his head slightly and smiled. “Are you really here or am I imagining you again?” he said in a silky drawl. “I am really here,” she said softly as she walked around to face him. He stretched his hand out to touch her cheek, confirming that she indeed was real. Looking into his tired eyes, she could tell that he had not slept all night.

“Severus, did you sleep at all last night?” she asked. “No. After I sent you that letter, I began to doubt myself, wondering if I had just set myself up for more heartache,\" he said. “You did not mistake me. I am here, and if you will have me, I am not leaving,” Hermione said as she bent down and gently kissed him on the lips. Moving his hands to cradle her face, he pulled her into him and kissed her again, more passionately this time.

“Come with me Severus,” Hermione took him by the hand and led him to his bed. “You need to sleep.” He did not argue with her as he removed his robe and clothes, and only wearing his boxers, crawled into bed with Hermione next to him. She put her arms around him and held him while he slept.

It was close to noon when Severus woke up. Remembering what had happened, he turned, looking for Hermione, but realizing that it must have been just one of his many dreams. He closed his eyes, trying to find the strength to get out of bed and face another day without Hermione. Slowly he placed his feet on the floor, stood up and walked to the bathroom to shower. He adjusted the water to his liking, slipped off his boxers and stepped in, hoping the water could somehow make the ache in his heart go away. Lathering his body and washing his hair, he stood under the hot spray of water, motionless, as his hands supported him against the wall.

He had opened his heart to Hermione in the last letter, making him more vulnerable than ever and now he was cursing himself for doing so. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on the rhythm of the water\'s spray, trying to drown out his thoughts of her, but he couldn’t. His memory of her was so vivid that he could feel her standing behind him, wrapping her arms around him as she leaned her cheek on his back. “Please, don’t do this to me,” he said, “You are not real.”

“But I am real,” she said. Severus lowered his hands to his waist and felt her hands and arms. Turning around, he saw her, standing in front of him smiling. Staring at her with some puzzlement, he placed his hand on her cheek and stroked it as her smile lit up her face.

“Hermione, are you really here?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I am here,” she answered as she raised her hand to his face, stroking his cheek. Lowering his lips to hers, he gently brushed them before kissing her, wanting to confirm that she was real. She responded to his kiss by pulling him closer to her, wanting to feel his body touching hers. The warmth from her lips gave him the energy he had been looking for and he kissed her harder and deeper. His kiss told her that he would never let go of her again as his hands wrapped around her possessively and he moaned at the feel of her naked body.

“Hermione,” he whispered, still holding her, “I love you,” and he kissed her again. Their tongues explored each other’s mouth, tasting and thrusting as their grips on each other tightened. Her breasts were crushedinstinst his chest and she still wanted to be closer to him. Pulling back from the kiss, he held her face, wanting to look at her, needing to see her eyes. “Are you sure Hermione?” he whispered breathlessly, “Are you sure I am the one you want?”

“Oh Severus, I love you,” she gasped, “You are the only one.” He kissed her again before turning off the water. Reaching for two towels, he wrapped one around her and one around himself. They made their way to the bed as he continued to kiss her. Not letting go of her hand, he looked into her beautiful brown eyes. “I want nothing more than to make love to you,” he said, “but if you are not…” She placed her hand over his mouth, stopping his words.

“Severus, make love to me,” she whispered as her eyes confirmed what she said. He kissed the hand that covered her mouth and pulled it around his waist as she leaned into his body. His other hand wrapped around her back as his mouth claimed hers, kissing her passionately, trying to show her with his kiss how much he loved her.

Bringing his arm back to her front, he released her towel, letting it drop to the floor. Hermione cringed at her nakedness as she closed her eyes, trying to tell herself that it was Severus and not Lucius, but she could only see Lucius behind her eyelids. “Hermione,” he said in his silkiest voice, “Open your eyes.” Shaking her head no, her eyes remained closed. “Hermione, open your eyes,” his voice was more stern, more demanding, and she opened them to see Severus standing in front of her.

“It’s okay Hermione. We will wait as long as you need to,” and he kissed her again before retrieving a robe to cover her. “I am sorry,” she whispered. “Hermione, don’t ever be sorry because you want to stop. Remember the first time I told you that?” he asked. She nodded through the tears that were misting her eyes and threatening to fall.

“I meant it then and I still mean it Hermione. I will not be ready until you are ready my love,” he kissed her again and she smiled at him with tear-filled eyes. “Are you hungry?” “Yes, come to think of it, I am,\" she answered. “Good, because I am starving,” he declared as he took her hand and led her to the table. He summoned the elves and requested lunch for two. After changing into some fresh clothes, they both enjoyed lunch.

Hermione could not explain it, but having the power to say no gave her a feeling of self-confidence she had not felt in a long time. Having Severus reassure her and not pressure her made her understand what love is really like, thus allowing her to give her love for Severus full reign.

That night, as they crawled into bed together, she lay in his arms and they could see each other in the moon’s soft light that filtered into the bedroom. Hermione closed her eyes and embraced him, smelling his scent as she inhaled. ‘This is how it is supposed to be,’ she told herself as she smiled and he pulled her closer into him.

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Hermione and Severus spent several days together, exploring the school grounds and even making a trip into Hogsmeade, hand in hand. Dumbledore was extremely pleased to see such a happy, compatible couple because he knew them well and felt that they belonged together. Returning from a walk around the grounds, Hermione was getting ready for lunch when there was a knock at the door. Severus answered it and was not surprised at who he saw.

“Hello Mister Potter. Mister Weasley. I have been expecting you,” he held the door open, gesturing for the two young men to enter. They looked at him suspiciously, surprised at the courtesy he showed. “Have a seat. I will get Hermione,” he said.

Walking over to the kitchen, he said, “Hermione, we have company.\" She looked puzzled, but followed him back into the main room. Her face lit up when she saw who it was. “Harry! Ron!” she chirped as she hugged each of them. “How are you?” “We’re fine Hermione. How are you?” asked Ron. “I am so happy,” she said with a brilliant smile. It was evident that she was speaking the truth and Harry and Ron both realized this. “You really are happy with Snape,” Harry said more as a statement than a question. “I am,” she answered. “Well, we were just worried about you and…” started Ron.

“You have every right to worry about her Mister Weasley. She is your friend,” said Snape, “And knowing Hermione, your approval is important to her.” “Yes,” she said, “And I need both of you to know that I am very happy and I am very safe.”

“But Snape?” stammered Harry. “He was as much of a Death Eater as Malfoy! How do you know he is not setting you up and wanting to manipulate you too?”

“Harry, it’s different this time.”

“Why? He is the same age as Malfoy! He was a Death Eater who fully participated in the same activities as Malfoy! He is a professor and he has managed to make you feel like you need totecttect him! Tell me how it is different?” Harry asked sternly.

“We love you Hermione and we are not letting some dirty old man take advantage of you!” demanded Ron.

“I can’t believe that you two don’t trust me! After all I have been through, do you honestly think that I would make the same mistake twice? I have been in love with Severus since before I resumed my classes and never once did he take advantage of me. He even asked me to leave this tower because my recovery was coming to an end. He could have kept me here, under lock and key, but he let me go.\" She was very angry. Her face was red and her fists were clenched. “I was lost in my own mind. I wanted to die because Lucius did not love me, but Severus brought me out of that nightmare. He stood by my side at the darkest point of my life. He made me realize life is worth living. I was ready to kill myself, but he convinced me otherwise!”

“We only have your best interests at heart,” said Ron gently.

“Then accept the man that I have chosen,” she said simply. “Think back to the past seven years. During that entire time, what was Severus doing for us?”

“You mean besides tormenting us and making our lives miserable?” asked Ron.

“He was protecting us,” answered Harry.

“That’s right. We all thought that he was a bastard, but he was protecting us,” she said, taking his hand and reassuring him of her love because she had called him a bastard. Harry and Ron looked at each other and were silent. They knew she was right.

“As hard as it is to admit this,” began Ron, “You are safe with Professor Snape, but Hermione, are you sure?” “Yes,” she beamed as she held Severus’ hand. “Okay,” said Ron. “If you\'re happy, then I’m happy,” added Harry.

“Good, then will you stay for lunch?” she asked. They accepted the invitation and the four of them had a rather enjoyable visit. Severus said very little, but he did refrain from being sarcastic, which was somewhat difficult for him. Harry and Ron left later that afternoon and even shook hands with Severus before they departed. “Take care of her,” said Harry. “She is my life,” Severus responded. This is not what Harry or Ron expected to hear, but it certainly made them feel more comfortable and confident about the whole relationship.


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A month later, Hermione sat on the terrace looking at the garden in the moonlight. The peace and love that Severus had brought to her life was so powerful that she could not even put it into words. Turning around, she saw Severus crawl into bed and give her a small smile. She cherished his smiles, rare for him until recently, and only coming easily with her.

She knew that she was ready for this man to make love to her and she slipped off her nightgown and knickers and walked to the bed. She slid into the covers as his eyes locked onto hers, realizing what she wanted. He wanted this too, but reminded himself that if at any time she wanted to stop, he must stop.

“Are you sure?” he whispered. She nodded as she kissed him, leaning into him and molding her body into his. He wrapped his arms around her as their kiss deepened. His hardness was apparent as it rubbed against her, but this time she did not recoil. Instead, she pushed her body further into it. Rubbing small circles on her back, his hand slowly made its way to her breast and she pulled back, giving him access to it. His thumb rubbed along the erect nipple as his fingers caressed and stroked her breast. She looked at him and smiled, giving her approval before she started kissing him along his jaw and down to his neck.

She lay on her back and her body responded to his gentle strokes as he moved to the other breast, placing his lips on her nipple and kissing and suckling. He took her breath away. A soft moan of approval escaped from her throat as his kisses led to her stomach and then further down to her mound. Gently, he encouraged her to open her legs as he placed kisses along her hips and down to her inner thighs. She felt a rush of wetness fill her. Relaxing more, she opened her legs wider, inviting him in. He lowered his mouth to her wet entrance as his fingers tediously entered and spread her juices around. He stroked her folds, letting her get used to the feeling. Her whimpers told him she wanted more and he slid his tongue over the entrance and slowly entered, tasting her.

The sweetness and warmth from her juices intensified his hunger and he began to thrust his tongue into her while rubbing her clitoris with his fingers. Her moans got louder as her hips began to gently rock against his mouth. His fingers stroked her rhythmically, bringing her to her first climax as he drank her hungrily.

She was trying to catch her breath as he shifted to his knees to look at her. Entering his fingers back into her, he began to thrust into her while his palm rubbed the bottom of her clitoris. He knew the heightened sensitivity of her nub would be too much for direct pressure, so he slowly massaged her. Her hips rocked into his hand, and watching her, he brought her to another climax.

As she regained her senses, Severus slipped off his boxers, positioned himself between her legs and bent down to kiss her. His throbbing erection was begging for release as it rubbed against her entrance. “You are so beautiful Hermione,” he whispered as he kissed her passionately. “I love you more than life, but if you need to stop, I will stop.”

“No,” she said a little sharper than she intended, “Please Severus, I want all of you.” Her eyes showed so much love and desire for him that he knew she was ready. Supporting his weight on one hand, he slowly guided himself into her with the other hand. When the head of his penis was in, he placed his hand beside her and slowly filled her, watching her eyes carefully in case she had changed her mind. To his relief, she gave a satisfying moan and he withdrew from her and entered again, this time feeling how her tight warmth comforted him. She raised her hips each time he entered her, rocking with him as her hands possessively wrapped around his waist.

They continued kissing, as their bodies became one, rocking in rhythm, the sensations almost unbearable for him. It had been so long, so incredibly long, that it almost took more concentration to maintain control than it did to fight the Iius ius curse. This was for her, it was all for her, and he allowed her to control the rhythm and the speed.

He was kissing and sucking her nipple as he continued thrusting into her. Her moans and whimpers increased, along with the rocking of her hips. She felt the pressure building between her legs and she was losing control. Her hips began to jerk almost out from under her as her body was pushed over the edge and she cried out. Having never had an orgasm with a man in her, she locked onto Severus\' gaze, not wanting anything to take away from this memory that belonged to the two of them.

He looked into her glossy eyes as her body clamped down on his shaft, forcing his release, and he gave several quick thrusts, spilling into her but never breaking eye contact. Collapsing onto her body, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. Having her on top, he could still hold her without crushing her. She snuggled into his arms and all was silent as the new lovers fell asleep.

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