Hogwarts Online

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The kiss began slowing to lips grazing, heavy breaths passing between the two. Snape’s hands were on her sides, grasping her pajama top, pulling her to him. Hermione’s hands were clutched tightly on his biceps, afraid if she let go, she would fall. They looked at each other intently, as their lips kept up brushing against each other.

“It’s been a long time since…” Hermione whispered into his mouth. She let her tongue out to touch against his lips lightly.

“Me too,” he said, as a small sigh escaped him at the feel of her tongue against his lips. Hermione pulled back then, without relinquishing her hold on him.

“I have to be honest here. The last time I felt anything akin to real passion I was 17 years old, the summer before… well, you know. I know what I look like, Severus, and I have had experiences with how others react to what they see.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t want pity.”

“You will get no pity from me,” he said as he leaned in to her face. He began placing small kisses from the corner of her mouth, across her cheek, and down into her neck just below her ear. Whispering softly he finished, “I want you so badly and in so many ways, you don’t even know.”

Hermione’s knees took that moment to decide that they didn’t want to cooperate anymore and she felt herself falter at his words. The vibration of his voice was shooting pleasrighright down her spine, rendering control of her brain over her muscles nonexistent.

Snape was quick in locking his arm around her waist, to keep her steady. He looked back and gave her a grin that should have frightened her, but instead she felt heat build in her lower belly and spread down her thighs.

“Let me make love to you, Hermione.” If she could have said something she would have, but all she could do was nod her head, though her confirmation didn’t seem atteatter that much as he had already collected her up in his arms and took her to her room. It was a clear night and the moon was full. The curtains were all pulled open and the room glowed with the night’s light.

He laid her gently on the center of the bed, where moonbeams fell and caressed her form. He lied down next to her on his side. His hand began to travel over her body, down her sides, up her thigh, across her stomach, between her breasts, before finally resting on her neck as he allowed his fingers to dive into her hair. She reached up with both hands, capturing his face, pulling him down to her in another kiss that held much more passion than their first. The first was desperate and pleading and slightly cautious. It was testing and tasting and wondering. This one was joy and ache and need.

Snape was in heaven, finally being able to have his fingers threading through her wild mane. Her scent was pure citrus, sweet with a dash ofg, lg, like standing between a lemon and orange tree on a spring day. He wanted more, needed more. He needed her.

As he continued to devour her mouth, his hand began to wander down her neck, across her shoulder and along the side of her ribs. Running his fingers back up, he tentatively swept along the side of her breast and he felt her gasp into his mouth and her back arched up slightly for more contact. He smiled and opened his eyes to look at her.

Hermione was tingling all over, and when she pulled him down into a kiss, she felt the warm wetness pool between her legs. She was only slightly surprised to not see steam come out from down there, she felt so hot. Then she felt his hand in her hair, and oh, Merlin! It felt so good.

Then his hand began to run along her side and when she felt him brush up against her breast, she immediate lifted up off the mattress as if some unseen puppeteer pulled strings she didn’t know were there. Her nipples tightened and throbbed in anticipation, and she felt him smile against her mouth. Oh, so he thought that was cute, did he? She was just about ready to get her own, when she felt his hand fully encompass her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the satin of her top.

He let his hand cup her breast, her nipple under his palm, and it was better than he imagined. He left out a shaky breath and began nibbling along her neck, as his hand slid down her chest, across her ribs and along the sides of her hip. He lowered his head to her chest, lipping her erect nipple through the material of her top, reveling in the sounds she was making and the way her body would go taut then melt under him. A groan of his own escaped his mouth as he rubbed his cheek across her chest, taking in her smell and heat.

She was on fire; there was no other way to describe the way her body was feeling under him. Her own hands reached up as one threaded itself through his hair, massaging his scalp as he nestled into her bosom. Her other hand worked its way through the opening of his robe, feeling the skin on his chest. She gasped when she felt his hand grip her backside as she explored his flesh. With a quick shift she had herself pulled up and had pushed him down. She quickly untied his robe and ran both hands across his chest.

His skin was soft, but he was completely firm underneath her fingertips. She straddled him then, and brought her face down to his neck. She could feel him hard between her legs, their heat mingling through their pants. She rocked slightly against him as she kissed and licked down his chest. The smell of spice exuded off his body as she ran her tongue around one of his nipples. It peaked under her ministrations and she ran a finger around it, feeling the fine hairs there. She looked up at him to see his lips red, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes which seemed to be darker, if that were at all possible.

“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Severus,” she said, her voice graveled with arousal.

Snape blinked and felt a tear escape down the side of his face at her words. No one had ever called him beautiful before. Not even his own mother. Reacting on pure instinct he reached for her and dragged her into a hug so tight. If he could help it, he was never going to let her go.

When his grip lessened, she looked down at him and smiled. Her hair clip had long since given up being useful, and he saw his wild angel looking down at him. Taking the opportunity, he flipped her back over and shrugged out of his robe, tossing it off the side of the bed. With shaking hands, he began to unbutton her top.

Hermione desperately wanted to stay his hands from their mission, but she kept her arms at the side of her head where they landed, her fingers twitching with the effort. Shutting her eyes tightly, she lay still, waiting.

After the last button was opened, he gently peeled the top back and drank in the sight of her. Her breasts were pert, and her nipples were a dusty pink while her areolas were just a tad darker. Her scars ran symmetrical with one another, just the slightest shade lighter than her skin, like a silvery shimmer across her body. Her waist dipped in below her ribcage, and he could see the beginning of her hips’ curves just above her low-waist pants. ‘Oh, where will I begin,’ he thought to himself as his eyes feasted on all he was presented with.

Hermione noticed he had been still since opening her top, and with much trepidation, she opened her eyes. What she saw quelled her fears and made her skin heat up even more. Severus was looking down on her like a kid in a candy store. His eyes were glazed and hooded while his lips were curved into a smile that stilled her heart. She was just about to say something when he lunged at her with a ferocity that made her gasp.

With a renewed lust, all the blood rushed from his brain and headed south. He reached under her, grabbing onto her backside, he drug his lips under her breasts, over them, along her collarbones. Moving his hands up to rest beside her, he parted her knees and brought his body between them, rubbing his painfully hard cock along her heated center. He looked into her eyes for a moment, before growling and licking her lips and then her neck, before finding one of her pert nipples and flicking it with his tongue; up, down, back, and forth.

Hermione lifted her hips in time to him as they ground their pelvises into each other in a heated fervor. She wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up and down his back as his tongue tortured first one nipple then the other. He seemed to spend an eternity on the first one and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he moved to the other.

“Oh, gods, Severus,” she gasped out, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Feels… so good!”

He hissed out through his teeth at the exquisite sound of her breathy words and the feel of her nails digging into his flesh. He was intoxicated and spinning, falling quickly out of control. Never in his life had he felt such incredible sensat bef before.

Swiftly, he sat up and grasped the sides of her pajama pants and began to peel them off of her body. Her legs were kicking them off of her feet and before she could even reach for him, he brought his arms under her knees and grasped her thighs before bringing his mouth to her center.

He could smell the sweet mof hof her sex and he very lightly tasted her with the tip of his tongue; deliberate, teasing strokes through her folds. The slow, sensuality of it all was completely contradictory to the wildness of just a few moments ago. It was like something that was wound so tight that it sprang, and they were winding it all up again.

He touched his tongue to her core, sliding in, sliding out, drinking her through so many senses at once; taste, feel, smell. Moving to her clit, he slid his tongue over, flicking left to right. She screamed and thrust her hips up, her breaths coming in faster and shorter. He could feel his own arousal dripping from its tip and jerking in anticipation.

He moved one hand to touch her, spreading her juices throughout before sliding a finger slowly into her, then a second. ‘Merlin, she’s so tight,’ he thought as he thrust with the rhythm she set, moving against his hand and face. He could already feel her walls quivering around his fingers, knowing she was close.

He felt one of her hands grasp a handful of his hair and he looked up to see her other hand busy squeezing her breast, then rolling her nipple in between her fingers, her back arched off the bed, and her head thrown back. He moaned into her as he covered her throbbing nub with his mouth, sucking and pinching with his teeth while continually flicking with his tongue.

“Oh… gods… oh, oh, oh… OH! Severus!” He felt her shake and her muscles clamp and her warm juices flowing over his fingers as he kept stroking her inside and out, slower, then slower, drawing every gasp and every iota of pleasure out of it.

Hermione tried catching her breath as she watched Severus crawl back up to her. He smoothed the hair back from her forehead, and dropped a small kiss on her lips. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fully, probing his mouth with hers, tasting him and her.

“You are my glorious wild angel, do you know that?” he whispered to her, stroking her hair again. “Ever since that morning when you woke me up with that kI’veI’ve thought that. I woke up and that’s what you looked like; a wild, untamed, feral angel. You, love, are beyond beautiful.”

Tears sprang fresh to her eyes, but a smile graced her face as she listened to him. She then frantically reached down to get him out of his pants. She needed to feel him, all of him. She wanted to swim in his soul.

Snape obliged, and lifted up as she pushed down. Then between her feet and his, then managed to get his pants off, and she felt his hardness pressing up against her. She reached down and took it in her hand, stroking and feeling the texture. She ran her thumb over the tip, spreading his fluid around. It was hot, and hard, and soft. It felt like velvet covered steel; it was glorious.

He couldn’t take anymore and nudged forward, still wrapped in her fingers. She got the hint and brought him to her, guiding him in to her. He slipped in slowly, savoring the feeling of her heat. A little more, a little more, and then he was in her completely. Their eyes locked on each other, in that perfect moment. He could feel her muscles thump in time with her heart around his cock, and it felt so good he thought he might die.

She brought her legs up over his thighs and lifted her hips to him and he began moving in her, with her. They moved together like dance partners, a tempo established, tick, tick, in, out, they moved and ground and cried. His arms went under her, cradling her shoulders, his head buried in her hair. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, moving and sliding in time with his body.

She felt the pressure building back up, sweet ecstasy and pleasure merging in her belly, heating and boiling, before it exploded and she felt her body lurch up and press against his as his name came tumbling out of her. He hed hed her face in this moment, wanting to see. She looked just as he imagined, better even. His wild angel with the look of torturous pleasure across her face, and he pounded into her watching. His movements coming quicker and jerky, and he moved faster, his throbbing organ being squeezed inside her. In her beautiful, warm cunt.

“Oh Hermione!” he wheezed, as he released, spilling into her. She grasped his backside and pulled him to her as he rode out his orgasm.

He dropped unceremoniously onto her, her hands rubbing gently up and down his spine. His head was spinning and he was gulping air as his heart rate struggled to slow. He made to move off of her, but she wrapped her arms around him and held him in place. Defeated, he laid there, reveling in being in her arms.

When they both caught their breaths, he moved off to the side and pulled her up on to his chest. Her head was neatly tucked in the crook of his neck and she stroked the spattering of soft hairs on his chest.

“Mmm…” his hum rumbled through his chest and into her ear. “That was beyond mere words.”

“Thank you,” she said and propped herself up to look at him.

“You’re thanking me?” He chuckled. “You offer me your beautiful self and gave me the greatest night of passion I’ve ever had, and you are thanking me?” He ran his fingers over her lips, and shook his head. “You are a silly girl.”

Hermilauglaughed, smiling at him.

“Well then, I suppose we can thank each other.” Her face then became very still, only the corners of her lips upturning. “I am thanking you for making me feel like a woman again.”

He pulled her to him, kissing her lips gently.

“It’s easy to do when you make me feel like a man.”

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