10 Years After

10 Years After
Chapter 12

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Aberdeen Scotland: April 15, 2008, evening; St Damian’s Wizarding University.
Professor Hermione Granger finished grading her last paper and gratefully put away her quill and red ink. It had been almost a week since she had last seen Severus and she missed him intensely. She had been caught up in her research, and he in his work, so the only communication the couple had was by owl. Severus had given Hermione an owl of her own when it appeared as though his owl was going to prematurely expire from the amount of travel he had to do between Hogwarts and St Damian’s. Hermione had never appreciated Severus as much as she did over the past week. While she was doing her research, as a favor to her, he was taking apart the Wolfsbane potion element by element and testing the effect of each on vampire blood, thus saving her at least a month’s worth of research. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she thought of the upcoming summer. Two solid months of research between the leaving feast at the end of June, and the sorting feast on September 1. Severus’ owl tapped on the window of Hermione’s cottage and she threw open the sash to let him in.

“Nicander!” she cried upon seeing him, “what do you have for me today?” Nicander extended his leg and Hermione removed the scroll from it. She tossed the large owl a cracker and a bit of bacon and opened the parchment.

“Look behind you,” it said.

Hermione slowly turned around to find herself looking directly at her best friend and lover, Severus. She broke into a broad grin and jumped into his arms. Severus laughed and pulled her tightly to her.

“Severus! I have missed you so much!”

“And I you, my dear,” he replied, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, “it feels like months instead of just a week. I could not go another moment without seeing you.”

“So, you snuck out of Hogwarts?”

“Under the cover of night. Had to escape the evil clutches of the grasping Sibyll Trelawney.”

“Is she still bent on having her way with you?” asked Hermione, grinning.

“Unfortunately yes,” sighed Severus, “it’s disquieting to say the least, being stalked by someone who vaguely resembles a human grasshopper.”

“Well, she can’t have you. You are all mine.”

“Am I?”

“Well, you actually own my heart, so I guess I’m all yours, if you want me.”

“Since you own my heart, I would guess that makes us partners.”

“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be partnered with,” stated Hermione, pulling Severus to the couch and snuggling down next to him.

“So, Hermione, have you given notice yet?”

“Yes, I did the day after I accepted Albus’ invitation. They offered me much to stay here, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I want to be at Hogwarts for so many reasons, not least of all is the chance to actually be near you.”

“I love you, Hermione,” said Severus, kissing her lightly.

“And I love you, Severus.”

“This is such a wonderful opportunity for you.”

“Opportunities don’t get that much better. To study something I want to study, in the place I feel most at home in, with the people I care about and respect, and near the man I have given myself to, heart and soul.”

“Don’t forget body…” said Severus, running his hand down her body and gently playing with her breast.

“Of course body,” answered Hermione, “that goes without saying. Will you excuse me for a moment? I need to freshen up.”

Severus nodded and Hermione got up and headed toward her bedroom. Severus leaned back on the couch and looked around. The cottage already looked like Hermione. It was decorated in a tasteful feminine manner, with touches of the woman he’d come to know so much in the very few weeks they’d been together. A photograph of Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat on the mantle, next to a photo of…Severus got up to investigate the other photo and smiled. It was a candid of Hermione and him in Corforinu. Normally Severus disliked photos of himself, but knowing that Hermione must have talked someone into taking it, and knowing that she displayed it in a place of honor meant the world to him. Severus sat back down on the couch and waited for Hermione, thinking back to the moment he realized that she was so much more than a mere “know it all” student. For him, that moment had actually come in her sixth year when she assisted him with a rare potion that helped weaken Voldemort’s hold over the Dark Mark that Severus carried. That was the moment when he realized that her brilliance had evolved to the point of no longer having to wave her hand wildly in class to prove herself. Then, in her seventh year, Severus allowed her to assist on several potions projects. Her intelligence fascinated him then and that was when he vowed to do whatever he could to help her. He knew that even after Voldemort was gone (which he was later that same year), she wouldn’t have the easiest time, being Muggle born. So he did help her, behind the scenes. He used whatever clout he had as a potions master to get her into the best of the Wizarding Universities, created a fellowship for her so she wouldn’t have to pay for a thing, arranged introductions to the best of the best in the potions field…things Hermione never knew about. He wasn’t quite sure when he noticed her as a woman, it was before he saw her in New York, but it was there that he realized that he was impossibly attracted to her. He had never expected her to take him up on his offer that night, and he certainly never expected it to lead where it did. But it happened. And now, much to his surprise, she was a fixture in his life.

Hermione stood in the doorway to the sitting room, dressed in a sheer white negligee with nothing but a sheer pair of panties underneath. She whispered a word and the lighting dimmed in the room, the brighter light in the bedroom illuminating her from behind. Severus looked towards her and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of her shimmering in the candlelight. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back, her skin luminous, her body inviting. She beckoned to Severus and turned and walked into the bedroom. He got up and followed her, quickly removing his robes as he went. He entered her bedroom to the sight of his Hermione laying on the large four poster bed, white against the dark burgundy of the satin sheets. The room was filled with floating candles and the ceiling charmed to look like the night sky, a trick she had gotten out of Albus years earlier. Hermione propped herself up on one elbow and appraised him.

“You have on way too many clothes, Severus. I think you should divest yourself of them.”

With a half grin, Severus undressed, Hermione watching him intently, enjoying seeing his pale well toned body emerge from the dark shirt and trousers he was wearing.

“All of them,” she demanded, “I want to see you in all your glory.”

Severus snorted at the “all your glory” comment, causing Hermione to giggle, “Oh, it’s glorious,” she said, “trust me on that.”

Severus removed the rest of his clothing and approached the bed, gazing down at Hermione, her body clearly visible through the transparent material of her negligee. Her dark pink nipples grew hard under his gaze and she felt herself beginning to get wet. Severus had that effect on her in a way no man had before.

“Touch me,” she whispered, “gods, please touch me, Severus.”

Severus sat down on the edge of the bed and gently ran his hand down her body, causing Hermione to sigh with pleasure. He smiled at her.

“Tell me where you want my hands,” he said to her.

“My nipples are so achy, please make them feel better,” she said, her voice thick with desire. Hermione had never realized until being with Severus that her nipples were so sensitive. Tonight, she wanted him to worship her breasts until she was insane with desire.

Severus gently stroked her nipples through her negligee, using the slight roughness of the fabric to stimulate her further. Hermione wriggled in pleasure as he softly manipulated her nipples. Silently, Severus untied the strings that held her negligee together, opening it fully to feel his fingers on her smooth skin. He barely skimmed her nipples, his feather light touches driving her mad with desire. She pushed her breasts into his hands by arching her back, and he responded by pinching a nipple.

“Harder,” she gasped, “pinch them harder.”

He complied with her request, pinching them both harder and rolling them between his fingers. She moaned and felt herself getting more and more wet.

“Oh gods, Severus, please…I need your mouth on them.”

Severus cupped one of her full breasts and bent his head to the hard crest. He slowly reached out his tongue and flicked it over the tip. Hermione sighed with pleasure at what this man could do to her body. She pulled his head even closer to her breasts and he responded by sucking in one of her nipples.

“Harder…” she moaned. He obeyed and sucked her nipple harder, “teeth…please…”

Severus bit down on her nipple and tugged at it with his teeth. Hermione felt her insides turn to liquid as Severus treated each nipple the same in turn, sucking harder, biting, and tugging. Hermione was wild with desire, her panties soaking through. She moved her hand down between her legs and slipped her hand into her panties, stroking herself open. She found her clit and circled it, dipping her finger into herself for lubrication. Severus noticed what she was doing and smiled.

“Make yourself come, my love. Let me see you.”

Hermione nodded and slipped her panties down and off her legs. She opened herself wide and began fingering herself while Severus bit each nipple one more time, then sat back and watched her. Hermione scooted back on the bed, giving her lover a view of her wet pussy and the fingers she was slipping in and out of herself. She played with her nipples with her free hand, pulling and twisting them as she fingered herself, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Severus felt himself get hard as he watched her. He wanted to taste her, but he also wanted to see her cum. He wanted to see what she did when he wasn’t there. Hermione thrust two fingers into herself and slipped her other hand down to her clit, circling it. She increased the rate of her finger thrusts and circles and felt her eyes roll back as she readied herself for her orgasm. Her breath hastened and her heart rate soared as she felt the orgasm crashing around her.

“SEVERUS!!!” she cried as she came harder than she ever had through masturbation, the thought of him watching her spurring her on to greater heights. She moved her hands to her breasts, where she pinched her nipples then stroked them before opening her eyes and looking at Severus shyly.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never done it with an audience before…”

“You were incredible,” he said.

“That looks a little uncomfortable,” she said, pointing at his cock which had become completely erect.

“Yes, it is a little uncomfortable.”

Hermione looked at Severus, her eyes darkening again with lust. She needed him in her. Now. Of course, she always needed him in her. She wondered if it was always going to be like that. She couldn’t ever imagine not wanting him like this. She pulled him on top of her and quickly guided him inside of her.

“I need you so much, Severus,” she said as he slipped inside her.

“I will always need you, Hermione. You’re in my blood now,” he replied, slowly pulling almost out and thrusting back in again.

“You’re a part of me, too, Severus, a part I will not ever willingly give up,” she stated as she moved her hips in synch with his thrusts.

This man, this life, was something that was rapidly becoming more important to Hermione than anything else. She realized as she felt Severus filling her in a way no one ever had before that she would do whatever it took to protect what she had now. She loved Severus with everything that she was. Being joined with him like this felt so right. It felt like destiny. Hermione felt the white hot wave of climax overtake her as Severus thrust hard and came inside her. She wrapped her arms around her and held him tight, keeping him inside her as she blindly searched for his lips with hers. She felt tears on her face and realized they weren’t hers. She reached up and brushed Severus’ cheek, feeling the wetness.

“Are you OK?” she asked, kissing him softly.

“I’m fine,” he replied quietly, “it’s just that my life is not supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to be this happy.”

“Why not?”

“I’m 48, Hermione. I should be past the point of all consuming love.”

“48 is like 19 in wizarding years,” stated Hermione with a smile.

“Which would make you a fetus in wizarding years, my dear.”

“Oh, right. Scratch that and just kiss me, my cranky old man.”

Severus kissed her deeply, his body melting into hers as Hermione spoke a word to extinguish the candles.