Forbidden Lover

Chapter Nine
What A Present


Hermione snuggled deeper against Severus' chest. They'd lain there dozing for a bit. She pulled the cloth from between her legs and put it on the night table, feeling no remorse at the spots of blood. It was hard to believe that he'd actually given in and made love to her. She played with the strands of his black hair, rubbing it between her fingers while he still slept. He wasn't prince charming, true, but he was precious to her.

She loved him but she didn't dare tell him. Hermione liked having him there alone with her in bed. He noticed her and gave her comfort and made her feel needed. Her intelligence had always set her apart from the other students and she'd felt lonely much of the time. Not anymore. Not since Severus had come along and befriended her. She threaded her fingers through the hand he had on her hip and clasped it. His hand was very large next to hers. She brought the hand to her lips and kissed it softly.

Severus' long lashes fluttered open and he looked at her.

"Getting lonely?"

"Not with you here." She wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him.

"Do you want me again?"

"Yes, can we..."

He laughed softly. "Yes, little one, we can."

"I didn't know that you could do it more than once."

"There's a lot we both have to learn," he admitted. "But, yes, we can do it as much as you wish."

Hermione smirked at him, making him chuckle uncharacteristically. He quit smiling when her hand closed over him, fondling him, finding the pre cum at the head of his cock and smearing it over him. He groaned by the time she cupped his balls and squeezed gently.

"I love the feel of you," she whispered. "You're big, and so hot." She nibbled at his neck.

"I'm turning you into a devil," Severus declared, unable to keep from thrusting into her hand. His own busy fingers were sliding through the silky nest of curls at her thighs, which were already damp with need.

"Yes, and you're extremely tight," he murmured in her ear as a finger tested the wet heat he found in her center. He moved it slowly back and forth, pausing to circle her distended nub. She wriggled restlessly.

They teased one another until he couldn't stand another stroke of her hand. Severus took her hand away.

"No more," he said, urging Hermione to open for him, which she did. It was an intense joining as he slid into her. Their mouths and their souls seemed to meld into one another. He could never remember being so obsessed by anything as he was with this young woman.

He'd always been careful to hide from the world. No one had ever known him for the person that he really was. He'd been abused so often that he rarely allowed any true feelings to show. In a way Hermione was dangerous to him. She was able to overcome his barriers and look directly at him for the man he was. That in its self was enough to make him nervous. But she had accepted him calmly and so far seemed to enjoy his company.

Hermione was like a drug for him, luring him deep into a trance of her own making. Severus didn't think she knew how she'd enchanted him. He was partly at fault for falling in love with her to begin with. He couldn't seem to get enough of her, especially now that he'd taken her virginity. He'd laid undeniable claim on her in his eyes.

Severus was like a starving man as he covered her face in kisses, lifting her to him even as he drove deep into her body with his own. Her head fell back, her thick curly hair cascading back to the pillow in a sweaty tangle. She gave him access to the column of her milky neck. He nuzzled and nipped, smelling the odor of her perfume and their joining.

Oh Gods, Hermione thought, gasping for air. Every nerve in her body was on edge, attuned to his touch. The brush of his long hair against her breasts was driving her mad. He was slamming into her, bringing her off and shoving her over the edge. She didn't have the breath to even moan his name, as she wanted to. Their legs were tangled around one another. She mounted the peak several times before exploding underneath him. And still he drove her onward, not wanting to quit, wanting her like this indefinitely.

His hands locked onto her hips, holding her into him as he felt the molten heat run down the length of his shaft and out the head. They remained locked together, clutching one another, mouths and bodies joined. It was dark, and the dark had consumed them both, Hermione thought dizzily as he pulled her over on top of him to tease her some more.


When daylight streamed into the room, Hermione was alone once again. The bed was a wreck, and she was sore. Her body still tingled from the night before. She made herself get up slowly, and she stood looking at the bed, which bore light flecks of her virgin's blood on the sheet. She got her wand, and cleaned it up. The Ministry of Magic would just have to get mad at her for doing magic outside of Hogwarts. Better that than have her Mother view the proof she'd had Severus in here last night. She took a shower then and still in her old bathrobe, went downstairs to find some breakfast.

Her Mother was at the table, reading the comics and drinking coffee.

"Morning Mum," Hermione said, yawning.

"I saved you some ham," Margaret said. "Would you like an egg to go with it?"

"It's okay, don't get up, I think I can cook an egg or two." She opened the refrigerator and took out an egg and the butter.

Margaret looked at Hermione closely while her back was turned, wondering if Professor Snape had been around last night. After all, it had been her birthday. If he'd been her boyfriend, Margaret would have wanted him there. Behave, she thought. You are too lusty for your own good, and unfortunately, it seems that your child has inherited the same lusty nature.

Hermione felt her Mother's stare as she put the skillet on the stove and tossed in some butter, waiting for it to melt.

"Don't forget, dear, that you need to start packing today. You return to Hogwarts next week."

"I know." Hermione cracked the egg and watched it start to fry.

"If you need anything new, then we need to go into London and get it today."

She giggled without realizing it. If last night were any indication, she wouldn't need any clothing at all this year.

"What's so funny about shopping?" Margaret asked.

"Huh?" Hermione turned around, puzzled.

"You were snickering. I just asked what was so funny about shopping."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mum. I wasn't laughing about that."

She turned back to the egg, not seeing the grin on her Mother's face as she resumed drinking her coffee. Mother's intuition at work, the man was here last night - and damn, she didn't get to meet him. Just what she deserved for being too indulgent.

Severus had arrived back at Hogwarts in time for breakfast. He was tempted to go back to his rooms and sleep, since he'd gotten very little last night. He was so pleased with himself that he had a slight skip in his step as he headed toward the great hall to join the rest of the teaching staff.

He didn't see Dumbledore and McGonagall enter the hall behind him. They looked at one another when they saw him skip up the hall.

"What's gotten into him, Albus?" Minerva asked.

"I haven't a clue. He's been acting strangely all summer."


Dumbledore made it a point to watch Severus closely during the morning meal. He looked extremely tired, but strangely enough was not scowling, as was his custom. It was really an improvement considering that he usually holed up in his dungeons all summer and hid from the other staff that stayed around. He owned his ancestral home, a rather large one, since his parents were deceased, but he never returned there. Dumbledore had often wished that he would bend his stiff ways a bit and find some friends, and maybe now he had.

He was careful to speak to him as he and Minerva were leaving.

"Good morning, Severus, my boy. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, Headmaster," he lied. "Thank you for asking."

"I trust you are ready for the start of term?"

"Yes, Sir, I have all of my materials ready." And my copy of the Kama Sutra, he added silently, half grinning at the thought.

"It's nice to see you smiling for once, Severus," Minerva said.

Instantly, the smile was gone and the look of indifference was back.

"I do not smile, Minerva," he said stiffly. He was going to have to watch himself. He was getting too relaxed.

"It's okay, I won't tell," she patted him comfortingly on the shoulder.

Dumbledore enjoyed the exchange. Shame on Minerva for making the boy squirm, he thought.

"You look quite tired, Severus. Since you are organized as usual, why don't you take the day off? I will not expect you at supper."

"Thank you Sir," he replied. "If you will excuse me."

"Certainly, Severus."

The two watched him stride off, cape blowing behind him. Both of them were grinning.