Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 111 ~ A Life Affirming Moment

"Severus! Slow down!" Hermione panted as the Potions Master pulled her along behind him.

The wizard seemed to suddenly realize he was dragging the witch behind him, and stopped. Hermione took a few deep breaths, then looked up at him. Severus was scowling at her.

"What?" she asked him, frowning back.

"Did you have to put on that…that…display in front of the entire school?" he asked her imperiously.

Hermione snatched her hand out of his.

"Well, forgive me for being happy that you're alive," she responded.

"Being happy to see me is one thing, Hermione, but to latch on to me like the Giant Squid and attach your lips to mine as if they were suckers was out of line," he said.

Now Hermione really frowned.

"You were doing quite a bit of sucking yourself, Severus Snape," she seethed at him.

"Purely a physical reaction," he replied, starting to walk again, "a reaction that you caused, I may add."

"You can be a real ass sometimes, you know that Severus?" Hermione said as she followed him. "You come back from the brink of death, then gripe about me kissing you in public…while completely ignoring the fact you were kissing me back."

Severus spun on her.

"Did you just call me an ass?" he asked her, his dark eyes glittering.

"I certainly did," Hermione replied, refusing to be cowed by the wizard.

Severus' eyes swept over her.

"Let's go to my rooms and 'discuss' this properly," he said evenly, catching the witch by the hand again. He didn't walk as fast this time.

After a few moments silence, Hermione asked, "So who killed Voldemort? Was it you or Albus or the Order members?"

"We'll talk about it after you've given me a bit of 'welcome home' sex," the Potions Master said.

He didn't want to tell her about Mathias' huge role in killing the Dark Lord until after he fucked her. If he told her before hand, she might not let him dip his wand. And his wand was quite ready for dipping. Voldemort's death was a great aphrodisiac. Finally, he was his own man again, bound neither to Albus or Voldemort. A celebratory free-man fuck was definitely in order. He didn't want anything ruining it.

Hermione had other ideas, however.

"No. It's exciting. Tell me now, Severus," she said as they stopped in front of his office door.

Severus quickly unwarded it, opened the door and unceremoniously pushed Hermione through, following her and closing the door behind them, rewarding it. He then opened the study wall and pushed Hermione through as well.

Hermione whirled on him.

"Stop pushing me!" she said to him. Severus scowled at her.

"I'll be doing more than pushing you, witch," he said pulling out his wand.

Hermione tried to dodge his spell but he got her anyway.

"Divesto!" he cried.

Hermione was instantly naked.

"I'm not doing anything with you until you tell me what happened, Severus!" she declared, running over to the fireplace, one of the armchairs between them.

Severus smirked and divestoed his own clothes. He was naked and erect, his black eyes glittering. He loved a good chase.

"You think that do you?" he asked the witch, stalking her.

"You…you stay away from me, Severus. I'm not willing," she said, scooting to the other side of the chair.

"You're always willing, witch, once I get my hands on you," he replied silkily.

He feinted at her, and Hermione shrieked and ran toward the sofa. Severus hopped over the small table between the two armchairs and blocked her way, grinning lasciviously as she ran back for the armchairs.

Hermione running around with her breasts bouncing and buttocks shifting wasn't doing a thing to cool the wizard's ardor. He took off after her at quarter speed, pursuing her around the study, close to the walls, his black eyes locked on her body, a smile on his face as Hermione screamed and fled, her hair bouncing. She ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Severus stopped chasing her and shook his head. Definitely a tactical error on her part. He walked over to the sofa and picked up his wand, then walked over to the bedroom door and leaned against it. He knew Hermione was on the other side, probably holding it with her hands since her wand was out here with her clothing, neatly lying beside the folded fabric on top of his writing desk.

"Hermione, do you really think you can keep me out of my own bedroom?" he purred against the door.

Hermione was right where he knew she was. She held both hands tightly against the door, and didn't reply.

"Hermione, I've just faced death. Do you think it's fair to want idle chitchat when what I need now is a life-affirming experience to cement my survival in my mind?" he said silkily. "I'll tell you what you want to know after my continued existence has been…confirmed. Now be a good little witch and let your randy Potions Master in."

Hermione scowled at the door.

"I love youuuu," the Potions Master sang.

Hermione flung the door open furiously.

"How dare you! How dare you just…just…throw those words around to get sex! And after I waited so long to hear them! You're just…just…"she yelled at the wizard

"A Slytherin?" Severus finished for her, stepping through the door.

"Yes!" she spat.

Severus closed the door behind him and warded it securely, then he looked at Hermione.

"Hermione, those three little words have been used to access pussy from the time men and women were first created. That I use them to my own benefit should come as no surprise, witch," he said in a low voice as he advanced on her. He grabbed Hermione and pulled her tight against his body.

"Besides witch, in your case…those words are true," he said, kissing her hungrily.

Hermione went stiff for a moment, then melted against the wizard, returning his kiss.

He did love her. And really, that was all that mattered.

Severus backed her up towards the bed, stopping when the back of her knees hit the mattress. He pulled back from her mouth.

"I'll be right back," he said, removing her arms from around his neck and walking into the bathroom. Hermione watched him walk away, her eyes resting on his pale, muscular buttocks. She let out a long shuddering sigh.

Gods, Severus was so infuriating, but so, so, sexy. After five years, he still made her belly do flip-flops.

The Potions Master placed his wand down on the vanity, then opened the vanity cabinet and located his salve. Taking the jar out, he opened it, and liberally greased his cock. He washed his hands, picked up his wand and returned to the bedroom. He looked at Hermione.

"Turn around," he hissed, his eyes glinting at her.

Hermione looked up at him, completely unaware of his glistening organ. Thinking he wanted to take her from the back, the witch turned, heat rising in her belly as desire flooded her. She gasped as she felt the tip of the wizard's wand touch her rectum. He murmured a spell and Hermione felt the familiar bubbling inside her.

"Severus," she said, attempting to turn back around, but the wizard dropped his wand and grabbed her so she couldn't turn and bent her over the bed. He inserted his cock between her cheeks, against her little puckerhole.

"Blame yourself witch, " he hissed as he positioned himself. "Calling me an ass made me want yours."

He gripped Hermione tightly around her waist, pulling her back as he thrust, the head of his cock plunging into her ass. Hermione shrieked. The beginning was always a bit rough on her, but she could take him. The Potions Master groaned.

"I never get used to this witch. Your ass is magnificent," he purred, pushing deeper into Hermione, shuddering as her sphincter muscles seized around his cock tightly.

He pushed deeper, the witch trembling around him as she cried out, holding herself up over the bed on her hands, her hair falling around her face, her body jerking back and forth rhythmically as the wizard stroked her.

"Yessss," he sighed, pulling her into him, watching his cock slide in and out between her cheeks. What the wizard loved was how petite the witch was, and how her body still received him…all of him. Watching her take his huge cock was a turn on that never grew old.

Severus placed his hands on both sides of Hermione's ass and pushed her buttocks together tightly over his shaft, increasing his pleasure as he penetrated her, his head falling back as he buried his cock into his lover, sliding through her flesh. Gods, he loved this. Loved her.

Hermione cried out as she felt the wizard's cock filling her over and over. There was no pain now, just his delicious thrust and depth, his voice crooning in pleasure. It was the wizard's silken voice expressing his pleasure, his lust, his satisfaction that moved Hermione, made her want to give him as much pleasure as he could stand. It was only with her that Severus' coldness melted, that his detachment fell in upon itself and he became fire and brimstone and lust and lover.

His possession had always been overpowering, even from the first time, but now…coupled with his love…their connection was earth-shattering. Hermione felt more whole with the wizard than ever before. She hadn't thought it possible.

Severus bent over her back, plunging into the witch deeply, whispering obscenities in her ear as he continued to possess her, growling his love and his lust, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she was the only witch he desired. Driven by the sweetness of his words, and the hunger in his thrusts, Hermione let out a long keen, orgasming, her muscles rippling over the wizard's cock as she climaxed.

Severus groaned and fell still. He would have come if he let himself be lost in Hermione's response. It was a different kind of orgasm. Severus felt Hermione shudder and release, yet he wasn't in the proper place to feel her juices wash over him, but still in a place where he could feel her pleasure wrack her body. He held his cock deep inside the witch, hissing as her inner walls pulsed over him. She had a reaction…a reaction he could feel

Severus groaned, allowing himself to feel Hermione let go, then pulling out of her.

"You sweet, sweet witch," he breathed. "Get in the bed."

Hermione climbed into the bed and laid on her back as Severus picked up his wand and scourgified himself, just to be on the safe side. He climbed into the bed then rolled on top of her, settling between the witch's thighs, his dark eyes meeting hers.

"I'm a free man, Hermione Granger," he said to her, "Now in every sense…but you have always made me feel free when you accepted me. You have been my port in the storm that was my life for the past five years."

Severus slid inside the witch with a groan. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, arching in reaction as his girth and thickness filled her.

"How did you come to love me so much?" Severus murmured as he began to move gently in the witch. "What did you see in me, witch?"

Hermione moaned with pleasure as Severus buried his length in her over and over, her amber eyes hot and half lidded as she looked up at him, his hair a swinging curtain around his face.

"I don't know, Severus," she whispered, "I only know I love you."

The wizard's heart seemed to tighten in his chest, and he locked his mouth to hers and began to fuck Hermione harder, driving his cock into her body as if he were trying immerse himself inside her completely, his hips raising high and plunging downward, Hermione crying out against his lips as he rode her.

Hermione felt the bubble of need growing, spreading through her lower region as the wizard pounded her body passionately, his welcome ache lifting her to the heights, her pussy tightening around him. Severus pulled away from her mouth.

"Together," he panted, raising himself on his hands and slamming into Hermione so she exploded around him, her body arching upward as she flowed, feeling Severus coming with her, his voice gravelly with pleasure as he cried out and pulsed strongly, filling her with his own hot release, then collapsing, his mouth seeking hers hungrily as she ebbed, returning to him.

"Yesss," the wizard sighed, breaking the kiss, burying his nose in Hermione's hair and breathing deeply. He fell still, and presently began to snore, still buried inside her.

Hermione caressed his hair lovingly. Severus didn't often fall right to sleep after sex, but hell…he had a long day.

He never did get a chance to tell her what happened that night.

Hermione found out the next morning via the Daily Prophet, which was left outside Severus' office door since they didn't go to breakfast. The Potions Master was still asleep when she retrieved the paper.

"What?" she exclaimed as her eyes flicked over the headline.

"Three Slytherin Students Slay the Dark Lord!"

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A/N: Uh oh. I have a feeling Severus is going to get a very rude awakening this morning. Sorry for the late update. Was really out of it today. But, please review.