Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
14
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6,583
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36
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Chapter 11- Coitus Interruptus
Chapter 11
Dinner was a magnificent affair, with all the people that Hermione held dear in acquaintance that even included on still brooding Ronald Weasley. She knew she should talk to him, but she just didn’t feel like it. In fact she didn’t feel much like talking to anyone at all. She picked at the plate that she’d filled with a little of this and a little of that, not really wanting to eat, regardless that everything had been prepared with love, and it was all things that she normally wouldn’t miss.
She looked up from the creamed potatoes, and saw the eyes of the entire brood staring at her, willing her to eat. She sighed and put a spoonful of the delight into her mouth, she tried not to revel on how much they tasted like her mothers, she tried. But she couldn’t. It was as if her mother gave her one last goodbye. Her eyes were misting up, and she wanted to run and hide, but she just kept on eating.
She felt them stat eating again as well, and knew that as long as she made sure to eat they’d leave her alone for a little. She still felt like she was being watched, and was surprised to find Severus’ eyes kept her in view.
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After she finished shoveling in whatever it was she could make herself eat, the group retreated to the living area. There Hermione was privy to the combined memories of the Granger’s. Hermione relived stories of her childhood for her wizarding family, and for the first time in a long time she realized that that was exactly where she was, and whom she was with. Her wizarding family…family. She may have lost her parents, but she still had a close knit group that loved her.
With that thought she felt ready to head home… odd that she would call Severus’ manor, her home. Yet that was what it seemed to be at the moment. She and he bade the family goodnight, and apparated to his manor in near silence.
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The silence continued for nearly an hour, with Hermione crawling into the library with a good book, laying on a comfortable couch and not thinking of anything other than the characters so flawlessly ingrained in the text. As the story began to take a romantic turn, her cheeks began to burn, and her mind began to race back to the overly real dreams that she’d been courting. She knew she needed something... She needed release, and she needed the compassion that only one person could give another.
She had the biggest shock to her system yet, when the face that floating into her mind was not her boyfriends, but of the man that seemed to be rescuing her at every turn. It was in this moment that she realized, just what she needed, whom she needed, and that she needed it now.
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Severus walked into his library intent on grabbing any book he could find to get rid of the face that seemed to be ingrained in his cerebral cortex. He needed relief, and he knew that she would not be willing. He needed to visit the local whore house, he needed…He needed her.
But she would not want him. He knew this as well, why would she want him? He was old, much too old for a girl of her age. He wasn’t exactly handsome, he’d never been handsome and years of living in the dungeons, being beaten by the dark lord. Well, those things had not added to his appearance.
These thoughts had taken up residence in his head, and he wanted nothing more than to read them all away. He was shocked to find the very woman in question splayed out on his sofa reading a faded old book that he recognized immediately as Hogwarts, A History.
“Oh Severus, I’m sorry, I’ll leave if you want.” She only spoke, because his face held such disdain, that she wanted no part of it.
“No, no you don’t have to leave. Oh for Merlin’s sake!” He breathed the last part as he noticed her attire left little to the imagination. She was wearing a muggle night gown that form fitted to her. “Hermione, perhaps it would be best if you read in your room. I.. I… am well…”
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Hermione suddenly realized his situation, and decided to push the envelope a bit further. “You are a…man correct? And even though you do have morals, they are being pushed to the limit, being in close proximity to a nearly naked witch. Let me put your mind at ease Severus… I want this.” She stood up from the sofa, crossed the room and stood before him. Giving herself to him in the only way possible.
She reached a hand to his face and touched it gingerly, almost afraid that he would not turn her away, more afraid that he would. She leaned up on her toes, and kissed him hungrily on the mouth. He fought with himself, but then realized just how much she wanted him. He could smell her arousal, and it made his cock jump in his pants.
“Severus.” She whispered his name, but it held so much need that he could not fight his declining morals anymore. He kissed her back with force and reckless abandon. His hands found their way in her hair, and then they were everywhere. “Oh Severus!” She called his name again, and he smiled a genuine smile.
Severus gathered the witch in his arms and carried her from the library to his rooms. She moaned as he kissed her neck, and then gasped at the separation from his body when he lowered her to the emerald green silk that covered his bed.
“Are you sure?” He asked, his erection already straining against his trousers. He waited as she nodded meekly. He accepted her answer and covered her body with his own, kissing her feverishly. He began a slow dance of fingers and lips on her skin, starting at her navel and working his way up as he pulled the night gown from her body.
A sharp intake of breath worked its way past his lips, a gasp at what he saw. Her ample breasts were beautiful. “You shouldn’t hide this body from anyone Mione.” He applied expert ministrations to each nipple, using his hand to keep the other from becoming jealous. His tongue lapped at the smooth skin, his mouth sucked the nipple in and his teeth grazed her. She was liquid fire in his hands, and he loved it.
Hermione felt as if her entire body was alight with flame, and she couldn’t get enough of his hands on her. She begged, pleaded, she needed more. And he obliged working his way lower, tongue, teeth, and lips heading towards a treasure he was aching to taste. He cast a spell and rid her of the panties, needing to taste the fire, her ambrosia straight from the source.
He lowered his mouth to her core, and was surprised at the roar that escaped the young witch. He’d only tongued her inner folds once when a sharp pain shot through him. “Not now!” He roared angrily. “Please Not now!” He ripped himself away from her delicious form, and saw the truth. “Damnit! I’m sorry love; I’ve got to go... now.”
“No severus! Please, stay.” She was aching with desire, her body was betraying her, she needed completion.
“He’ll kill me if I stay Mione, I will be back, and we will finish this later. I promise you that.” His eyes held the truth of his words, his heart was a flutter in his chest, he hated his life, he hated his duality, and he really hated leaving at this moment.
“Go back to the Order, Mione. Please, just stay there til I come for you.”
“No, I will stay here. I will wait on you to come back. You will need to be healed when you get back, and I will take care of you for awhile.” He resigned himself to the fact that she would be here when he returned, and after smoothing out his robes, wishing he had a deflating draught, he kissed her once more softly, a promise of what would soon come, and disapparated.
Dinner was a magnificent affair, with all the people that Hermione held dear in acquaintance that even included on still brooding Ronald Weasley. She knew she should talk to him, but she just didn’t feel like it. In fact she didn’t feel much like talking to anyone at all. She picked at the plate that she’d filled with a little of this and a little of that, not really wanting to eat, regardless that everything had been prepared with love, and it was all things that she normally wouldn’t miss.
She looked up from the creamed potatoes, and saw the eyes of the entire brood staring at her, willing her to eat. She sighed and put a spoonful of the delight into her mouth, she tried not to revel on how much they tasted like her mothers, she tried. But she couldn’t. It was as if her mother gave her one last goodbye. Her eyes were misting up, and she wanted to run and hide, but she just kept on eating.
She felt them stat eating again as well, and knew that as long as she made sure to eat they’d leave her alone for a little. She still felt like she was being watched, and was surprised to find Severus’ eyes kept her in view.
---
After she finished shoveling in whatever it was she could make herself eat, the group retreated to the living area. There Hermione was privy to the combined memories of the Granger’s. Hermione relived stories of her childhood for her wizarding family, and for the first time in a long time she realized that that was exactly where she was, and whom she was with. Her wizarding family…family. She may have lost her parents, but she still had a close knit group that loved her.
With that thought she felt ready to head home… odd that she would call Severus’ manor, her home. Yet that was what it seemed to be at the moment. She and he bade the family goodnight, and apparated to his manor in near silence.
---
The silence continued for nearly an hour, with Hermione crawling into the library with a good book, laying on a comfortable couch and not thinking of anything other than the characters so flawlessly ingrained in the text. As the story began to take a romantic turn, her cheeks began to burn, and her mind began to race back to the overly real dreams that she’d been courting. She knew she needed something... She needed release, and she needed the compassion that only one person could give another.
She had the biggest shock to her system yet, when the face that floating into her mind was not her boyfriends, but of the man that seemed to be rescuing her at every turn. It was in this moment that she realized, just what she needed, whom she needed, and that she needed it now.
---
Severus walked into his library intent on grabbing any book he could find to get rid of the face that seemed to be ingrained in his cerebral cortex. He needed relief, and he knew that she would not be willing. He needed to visit the local whore house, he needed…He needed her.
But she would not want him. He knew this as well, why would she want him? He was old, much too old for a girl of her age. He wasn’t exactly handsome, he’d never been handsome and years of living in the dungeons, being beaten by the dark lord. Well, those things had not added to his appearance.
These thoughts had taken up residence in his head, and he wanted nothing more than to read them all away. He was shocked to find the very woman in question splayed out on his sofa reading a faded old book that he recognized immediately as Hogwarts, A History.
“Oh Severus, I’m sorry, I’ll leave if you want.” She only spoke, because his face held such disdain, that she wanted no part of it.
“No, no you don’t have to leave. Oh for Merlin’s sake!” He breathed the last part as he noticed her attire left little to the imagination. She was wearing a muggle night gown that form fitted to her. “Hermione, perhaps it would be best if you read in your room. I.. I… am well…”
---
Hermione suddenly realized his situation, and decided to push the envelope a bit further. “You are a…man correct? And even though you do have morals, they are being pushed to the limit, being in close proximity to a nearly naked witch. Let me put your mind at ease Severus… I want this.” She stood up from the sofa, crossed the room and stood before him. Giving herself to him in the only way possible.
She reached a hand to his face and touched it gingerly, almost afraid that he would not turn her away, more afraid that he would. She leaned up on her toes, and kissed him hungrily on the mouth. He fought with himself, but then realized just how much she wanted him. He could smell her arousal, and it made his cock jump in his pants.
“Severus.” She whispered his name, but it held so much need that he could not fight his declining morals anymore. He kissed her back with force and reckless abandon. His hands found their way in her hair, and then they were everywhere. “Oh Severus!” She called his name again, and he smiled a genuine smile.
Severus gathered the witch in his arms and carried her from the library to his rooms. She moaned as he kissed her neck, and then gasped at the separation from his body when he lowered her to the emerald green silk that covered his bed.
“Are you sure?” He asked, his erection already straining against his trousers. He waited as she nodded meekly. He accepted her answer and covered her body with his own, kissing her feverishly. He began a slow dance of fingers and lips on her skin, starting at her navel and working his way up as he pulled the night gown from her body.
A sharp intake of breath worked its way past his lips, a gasp at what he saw. Her ample breasts were beautiful. “You shouldn’t hide this body from anyone Mione.” He applied expert ministrations to each nipple, using his hand to keep the other from becoming jealous. His tongue lapped at the smooth skin, his mouth sucked the nipple in and his teeth grazed her. She was liquid fire in his hands, and he loved it.
Hermione felt as if her entire body was alight with flame, and she couldn’t get enough of his hands on her. She begged, pleaded, she needed more. And he obliged working his way lower, tongue, teeth, and lips heading towards a treasure he was aching to taste. He cast a spell and rid her of the panties, needing to taste the fire, her ambrosia straight from the source.
He lowered his mouth to her core, and was surprised at the roar that escaped the young witch. He’d only tongued her inner folds once when a sharp pain shot through him. “Not now!” He roared angrily. “Please Not now!” He ripped himself away from her delicious form, and saw the truth. “Damnit! I’m sorry love; I’ve got to go... now.”
“No severus! Please, stay.” She was aching with desire, her body was betraying her, she needed completion.
“He’ll kill me if I stay Mione, I will be back, and we will finish this later. I promise you that.” His eyes held the truth of his words, his heart was a flutter in his chest, he hated his life, he hated his duality, and he really hated leaving at this moment.
“Go back to the Order, Mione. Please, just stay there til I come for you.”
“No, I will stay here. I will wait on you to come back. You will need to be healed when you get back, and I will take care of you for awhile.” He resigned himself to the fact that she would be here when he returned, and after smoothing out his robes, wishing he had a deflating draught, he kissed her once more softly, a promise of what would soon come, and disapparated.