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Severus was awakened by the early morning light filtering through the windows. With his eyes just cracked open, he could make out the form of Hermione sitting up in bed. Groggily, he reached out a hand and bushed her lower back along her spine.
“Ow!” Hermione winced. That woke Snape up quick, and he sat up in a shot.
“Are you OK? Oh my gods, did I hurt you?” Snape was panicked, his eyes wide, as he took in the sight of Hermione’s back in front of him. Her wounds were all open and angry, weeping with droplets of blood. The sight made him shiver.
“I’m alright, Severus. Just watch, they’ll go away in a minute.”
Watch he did, as the beads of red moisture retreated back into her body. The open gashes slowly sewed themselves back together again, starting at the ends, and working towards the middle, eventually leaving behind the thin shimmering white scars.
“Amazing,” Snape whispered, as he stretched out his hand and ran it along her back, dragging his fingertips over the years-old scars that just seconds before looked as if they had just been created.
“Amazing, maybe, but I’m bored with it,” Hermione said as she shot him a smile over her shoulder. Snape would have felt chastised if it wasn’t for the look of mirth in her eyes and the silly grin on her face. So, he did the next thi thing – he tackled her and kissed henseenseless.
Hermione was making breakfast, having woken up before Severus this morning. She had the coffee pot working, the tomatoes frying, and the eggs poaching. Toast was in the toaster and she was setting up a tray to surprise him with breakfast in bed. She had even snuck outside and nipped a lovely couple of bee orchids that grew wild in the field behind her house. She was glad it was so early and she didn’t see any of her neighbors out as she was wearing nothing more than her PJ top and slippers.
This last week had flown by for Hermione. She knew it was because for the first time, everything seemed so right. But the time flying by was also frightening her. They hadn’t spoken about what would come next. She wasn’t even sure if there was to be a next.
They took to spending every night together in her bed. It wasn’t a spoken agreement. After their nightly movie or reading, they’d just take each other’s hand and walk to her bedroom. Most nights they spent exploring each other’s bodies, while others they were content to just snuggle into each other’s arms and fall asleep amidst light kisses and gentle touches.
The couch in the reading room did see some action one night. They were reading when she decided to get a bit frisky. She had given him, what he later said, had been the best blowjob of his life! She always did enjoy giving a good blowjob, though the task took on a whole new dimension when she performed for him.
What had made the encounter all that much more erotic was that he didn’t see it coming. She had put her book down and dropped to her knees in front of him on the couch and had his pants undone and his hips lifted up, allowing her to remove them before he realized what she was doing. And before he could utter one word, her lips had descended on his already twitching cock. It seemed that it knew what was going on perfectly well!
The fact that he had had such a powerful reaction to her mouth astounded her. The fact that after he reciprocated, he was ready for another round left her flabbergasted – flabbergasted and more than adequately satisfied! The man had the stamina of an 18 year-old without the drawbacks of a lack of finesse or quick finishes! For all the fantasies that she’d had, ever, she’d never thought that sex could be as amazing as it has been with Severus.
The great sex was a perk, though. The whole was greater than the sum of its parts. They had so much in common, they worked well together, he treated her like a queen, and it seemed as if they could finish each other’s thoughts at the best of times. Oh, they had a couple of spats while working, disagreements over whose theory or idea were better. They fought with a passion that was matched by the passion they had when they made up! She could definitely see herself growing old with this man. Oh, she just had to face it. She was head over heels in love with Severus and she just had to hope that she meant more to him than a short term fling.
Deciding that she would just muster her Gryffindor courage and ask him about their relationship later, she fixed up two plates and two cups of coffee onto the tray with her flowers in a vase and carried it upstairs.
Snape woke up and rolled over to throw his arm over Hermione only to find her gone. She was usually awake before him, since the pain from her wounds woke her up every morning. He had a small sense of victory in that she hadn’t been awoken by a bad dream all week. That at least was something.
Snape was hoping to hear from Albus soon. He needed to get into the old Malfoy Manor and find those books. Albus already owled him an inventory list of everything taken from the house, and the book he believed that the curse was most likely in wasn’t listed. This only meant one of two things; either the book was destroyed before everything went down, or it was still in its hiding spot.
Stretching his limbs, he sighed, thinking about what whapphappen to him and Hermione. He knew that if they were to continue on in a relationship, it would have to be carried out over the distance. Being a Hogwarts’ professor and the Head of Slytherin, it was difficult for him to leave the premises on a regular basis. Maybe she could come stay with him for a few days every couple of weeks. He could come visit her ovhe hhe holidays for the days he’s off. Maybe someday, if things kept progressing the way they have been, she’d consent to marrying him. Then she could live with him at Hogwarts during the school year.
He all of a sudden realized what he was thinking. Marriage? Well, he wasn’t thinking about asking her tomorrow, but it was something he wanted with her, he was shocked to realize. Did that mean… At that moment, Severus Snape realized that he was in love. He’d never been in love before. This must be love, right? One doesn’t think about living with and marrying a woman out of whimsy, do they? Well, they might if the woman in question gives head as good as his Hermione does. A wicked smile crept over his face at that thought. Oh, his lover definitely had a talented mouth; that was for sure.
Before his thoughts could progress any further, he saw the backside of Hermione bumping open the bedroom door. She was clad in only her PJ top so he had a perfect view of her lovely bum. The sight made his cock twitch against the cotton sheets. As she turned, he saw the tray filled with food.
“Breakfast in bed for my favorite man,” she smiled.
“For me?”
“Severus, you don’t see another man here, do you? Oh! Unless you found the spare I’ve stashed in my closet?”
Snape snorted and sat up against the headboard and Hermione set the tray down in next to him and sat cross-legged on the other side of the tray.
“I’ve never had anyone bring me breakfast in bed before. I’m sure this is a luxury I could become accustomed to,” Snape intoned. “And a good brew of coffee, too. Ymy smy sweet, should be sainted!”
At this, Hermione smiled her best smile as she handed him his plate and a napkin. She took her own and they ate and chatted about their plans for the day. They discussed the headway they had made on the web site and how much was left to do. They discussed their potions’ progress as well. Finally, when they were done, Snape stayed Hermione and lifted the dirty dishes onto the tray and got up and set the tray on the floor by the door before returning to bed.
“Now, how about dessert,” he said, as he crawled up the bed towards her like a predatory animal with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Severus,” she squeaked as she eyed him in his glorious nakedness. He was already hard, she noticed. “Who has dessert after breakfast?” She backed slowly up towards the headboard in mock retreat.
“Who has dessert after breakfast? Why, someone who is presented with something as sweet and tasty as you, my dear.”
This caused a laugh to erupt from Hermione, but it was a short lived laugh as he slinked up to her knees and began placing soft kisses up her thighs. Just before his mouth reached the prize, she moved with a quickness that shocked him. She tossed him over onto his back and straddled his face as her own mouth descended onto his manhood.
Snape groaned and grabbed onto her thighs, pulling her down to his waiting mouth, his tongue tracing the folds of her slit, tasting her, before plunging into beautiful cunt. His hips were thrusting up into her mouth, matching the tempo of her sinking down onto his face.
Moving one hand underneath, he began to stroke her nub which caused her to momentarily stall in her movements as a deep groan emitted from her throat which vibrated against his swollen penis. Gathering her wits, she began moving her mouth again, pumping him with her lips and tongue.
Each of them was moving against the other, fucking the other’s mouth. Hermione could feel the heat coming from his crotch, mimicking the heat she could feel in her own. The feel of his face against her and his finger on her clit, along with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth was driving her to the edge faster than she thought possible. She wasn’t going over without him.
She twined her hands under his thighs, letting one work its way to his sac, gently massaging. She felt them as they began to grow tighter, pulling up into his body. Swiping some of her saliva with a finger, she reached back further down fingfingered his anus gently before pushing in just a little, stroking against his prostate.
Snape felt her finger move inside him and his back lifted up off the bed, tearing a moan from him. ‘Fine, two can play at that game,’ he thought, as he reached up with his free hand returned the favor. Just as he was doubling his efforts against her clit with his other hand and moving his tongue back into her as deep as he could, he felt her take him all the way to the back of her throat then she sucked back up to the tip, then back down and as he felt her throat constrict, he lost it.
Hermione felt him come hard in her mouth. It was such a beautiful feeling having him this way, spilling into her mouth. Just then her own climax hit out of the blue like a wrong way driver on a one-way street! She was screaming as much as one could scream with a dick in their mouth.
Once the full force of their orgasms abated, they used their mouths slowly, drawing out the aftershocks, and licking up the offerings of their lover. Finally, with a deep sigh, Hermione fell over to the side of Snape, curling herself up against a calf while one of her own legs lay across his chest.
“Wow,” Hermione whispered.
“I concur,” Snape said, with a light chuckle.
When the shaking finally subsiding in Hermione’s legs, she lifted herself up and crawled up next to him on the bed, propping herself up on her elbow. She looked at him speculatively, with her brow furrowed slightly, and her bottom lip between her teeth.
“What’s on your mind?” he finally asked.
“What makes you think anything is on my mind?”
“You always make that face when you are deep in thought.” She stared at him for a full minute after that wondering if she should say anything at all. When he started to look worried at her she finally broke.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m just woolgathering,” she said, disgusted with herself as her courage fled. Snape knew that she wasn’t going to give up whatever was on his mind, so he just pulled her up onto himself, kissing her soundly.
“Fine, Miss Granger,” his best professor voice came out, “what do you say we wash our wool and get to work then?”
Snape was reading a book, waiting for Hermione to finish playing online, when a head a voice come through the fireplace.
“Severus, how is our Hogwarts’ web thingy coming along?”
Severus looked up from his book to see the face of Albus Dumbledore staring back at him.
“Everything seems to be coming along fine, Headmaster. We are right on schedule for it to be ready before letters is sent out.”
“Good, good. That is indeed good news. I also have some good news for you. Ivan Steneroff has agreed to allow you to check the house for those books. He said he didn’t want to take any chances that his kids may stumble across dark art books.”
“When can I go?”
“Just like you to cut to the chase, Severus,” Albus chuckled. “Is tomorrow too soon?”
“Tomorrow will be perfect. Thank you, Albus.” The Headmaster looked at his Potions Master and his eyes twinkled.
“You are looking good, Severus. It seems our Hermione is taking good care of you.”
“What time are they expecting me?” Snape glared at the Headmaster and ignored his last statement. That meddling, old fool was too perceptive by half.
“Meet me at my office at 9am and we’ll head over to Mr. Stenderoff’s house after that.”
“Fine. I will see you tomorrow.” The headmaster smiled at his gruff friend before disappearing from the fireplace.
“Severus? I heard voices. Were you talking to someone?” Hermione had come down the stairs then looking quizzically at him.
“Just the Headmaster. I will need to ru err errand tomorrow, but I should be back before dinner. I don’t see it taking much longer. If I anticipate it being any longer, I will floo you.”
Hermione picked up the book she had been reading the night before and sat on the couch with him. She felt her heart clench at hearing he would be gone tomorrow. After a few minutes of looking at her page and not actually reading anything, she sighed put her book down.
“I’m going to put some tea on,” she said, but before she could get up, Snape put his hand on hers.
“What’s wrong, Hermione.” He looked at her sadly, knowing something was bothering her since that morning, and it was beginning to scare him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly before opening her eyes again.
“Severus. What happens next?” There… she said it. She asked the fated question.
“I’m assuming you mean when the web site is done?” She just nodded in response.
“Well, I would like to keep seeing you. I, well… I wouldn’t have to go back to Hogwarts right away, you know. And I do have my experiments still running.” He gave her a lopsided smile and quirked an eyebrow in a confident show that he wasn’t really feeling. He was shaking inside that he may have presumed too much, but when she just squealed her approval and threw herself into his arms, he was flooded with relief.
“You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, diu?” u?” he said as he pushed her back a bit so he could look into her eyes. “When school starts, we will have to work something out, though I’m sure Albus would be more than happy to see you visiting the castle. Often.”
Hermione responded with a kiss, a kiss that started off sweet and sloppy before it grew deeper and passionate, both of them pouring all of their feelings for each other in to it. Soon the books were forgotten as Severus lifted her in his arms and walked up the ss.
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a/n: sorry for the delay in this. i\'m actually working on chapter 13 and it should be done later tonight or tomorrow at the latest. thanks to everyone who commented and said they enjoyed my sex scene. i do appreciate that it touched some of you. :)
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DISCLAIMER: i own nothing; standard disclaimers apply.
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Severus was awakened by the early morning light filtering through the windows. With his eyes just cracked open, he could make out the form of Hermione sitting up in bed. Groggily, he reached out a hand and bushed her lower back along her spine.
“Ow!” Hermione winced. That woke Snape up quick, and he sat up in a shot.
“Are you OK? Oh my gods, did I hurt you?” Snape was panicked, his eyes wide, as he took in the sight of Hermione’s back in front of him. Her wounds were all open and angry, weeping with droplets of blood. The sight made him shiver.
“I’m alright, Severus. Just watch, they’ll go away in a minute.”
Watch he did, as the beads of red moisture retreated back into her body. The open gashes slowly sewed themselves back together again, starting at the ends, and working towards the middle, eventually leaving behind the thin shimmering white scars.
“Amazing,” Snape whispered, as he stretched out his hand and ran it along her back, dragging his fingertips over the years-old scars that just seconds before looked as if they had just been created.
“Amazing, maybe, but I’m bored with it,” Hermione said as she shot him a smile over her shoulder. Snape would have felt chastised if it wasn’t for the look of mirth in her eyes and the silly grin on her face. So, he did the next thi thing – he tackled her and kissed henseenseless.
Hermione was making breakfast, having woken up before Severus this morning. She had the coffee pot working, the tomatoes frying, and the eggs poaching. Toast was in the toaster and she was setting up a tray to surprise him with breakfast in bed. She had even snuck outside and nipped a lovely couple of bee orchids that grew wild in the field behind her house. She was glad it was so early and she didn’t see any of her neighbors out as she was wearing nothing more than her PJ top and slippers.
This last week had flown by for Hermione. She knew it was because for the first time, everything seemed so right. But the time flying by was also frightening her. They hadn’t spoken about what would come next. She wasn’t even sure if there was to be a next.
They took to spending every night together in her bed. It wasn’t a spoken agreement. After their nightly movie or reading, they’d just take each other’s hand and walk to her bedroom. Most nights they spent exploring each other’s bodies, while others they were content to just snuggle into each other’s arms and fall asleep amidst light kisses and gentle touches.
The couch in the reading room did see some action one night. They were reading when she decided to get a bit frisky. She had given him, what he later said, had been the best blowjob of his life! She always did enjoy giving a good blowjob, though the task took on a whole new dimension when she performed for him.
What had made the encounter all that much more erotic was that he didn’t see it coming. She had put her book down and dropped to her knees in front of him on the couch and had his pants undone and his hips lifted up, allowing her to remove them before he realized what she was doing. And before he could utter one word, her lips had descended on his already twitching cock. It seemed that it knew what was going on perfectly well!
The fact that he had had such a powerful reaction to her mouth astounded her. The fact that after he reciprocated, he was ready for another round left her flabbergasted – flabbergasted and more than adequately satisfied! The man had the stamina of an 18 year-old without the drawbacks of a lack of finesse or quick finishes! For all the fantasies that she’d had, ever, she’d never thought that sex could be as amazing as it has been with Severus.
The great sex was a perk, though. The whole was greater than the sum of its parts. They had so much in common, they worked well together, he treated her like a queen, and it seemed as if they could finish each other’s thoughts at the best of times. Oh, they had a couple of spats while working, disagreements over whose theory or idea were better. They fought with a passion that was matched by the passion they had when they made up! She could definitely see herself growing old with this man. Oh, she just had to face it. She was head over heels in love with Severus and she just had to hope that she meant more to him than a short term fling.
Deciding that she would just muster her Gryffindor courage and ask him about their relationship later, she fixed up two plates and two cups of coffee onto the tray with her flowers in a vase and carried it upstairs.
Snape woke up and rolled over to throw his arm over Hermione only to find her gone. She was usually awake before him, since the pain from her wounds woke her up every morning. He had a small sense of victory in that she hadn’t been awoken by a bad dream all week. That at least was something.
Snape was hoping to hear from Albus soon. He needed to get into the old Malfoy Manor and find those books. Albus already owled him an inventory list of everything taken from the house, and the book he believed that the curse was most likely in wasn’t listed. This only meant one of two things; either the book was destroyed before everything went down, or it was still in its hiding spot.
Stretching his limbs, he sighed, thinking about what whapphappen to him and Hermione. He knew that if they were to continue on in a relationship, it would have to be carried out over the distance. Being a Hogwarts’ professor and the Head of Slytherin, it was difficult for him to leave the premises on a regular basis. Maybe she could come stay with him for a few days every couple of weeks. He could come visit her ovhe hhe holidays for the days he’s off. Maybe someday, if things kept progressing the way they have been, she’d consent to marrying him. Then she could live with him at Hogwarts during the school year.
He all of a sudden realized what he was thinking. Marriage? Well, he wasn’t thinking about asking her tomorrow, but it was something he wanted with her, he was shocked to realize. Did that mean… At that moment, Severus Snape realized that he was in love. He’d never been in love before. This must be love, right? One doesn’t think about living with and marrying a woman out of whimsy, do they? Well, they might if the woman in question gives head as good as his Hermione does. A wicked smile crept over his face at that thought. Oh, his lover definitely had a talented mouth; that was for sure.
Before his thoughts could progress any further, he saw the backside of Hermione bumping open the bedroom door. She was clad in only her PJ top so he had a perfect view of her lovely bum. The sight made his cock twitch against the cotton sheets. As she turned, he saw the tray filled with food.
“Breakfast in bed for my favorite man,” she smiled.
“For me?”
“Severus, you don’t see another man here, do you? Oh! Unless you found the spare I’ve stashed in my closet?”
Snape snorted and sat up against the headboard and Hermione set the tray down in next to him and sat cross-legged on the other side of the tray.
“I’ve never had anyone bring me breakfast in bed before. I’m sure this is a luxury I could become accustomed to,” Snape intoned. “And a good brew of coffee, too. Ymy smy sweet, should be sainted!”
At this, Hermione smiled her best smile as she handed him his plate and a napkin. She took her own and they ate and chatted about their plans for the day. They discussed the headway they had made on the web site and how much was left to do. They discussed their potions’ progress as well. Finally, when they were done, Snape stayed Hermione and lifted the dirty dishes onto the tray and got up and set the tray on the floor by the door before returning to bed.
“Now, how about dessert,” he said, as he crawled up the bed towards her like a predatory animal with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Severus,” she squeaked as she eyed him in his glorious nakedness. He was already hard, she noticed. “Who has dessert after breakfast?” She backed slowly up towards the headboard in mock retreat.
“Who has dessert after breakfast? Why, someone who is presented with something as sweet and tasty as you, my dear.”
This caused a laugh to erupt from Hermione, but it was a short lived laugh as he slinked up to her knees and began placing soft kisses up her thighs. Just before his mouth reached the prize, she moved with a quickness that shocked him. She tossed him over onto his back and straddled his face as her own mouth descended onto his manhood.
Snape groaned and grabbed onto her thighs, pulling her down to his waiting mouth, his tongue tracing the folds of her slit, tasting her, before plunging into beautiful cunt. His hips were thrusting up into her mouth, matching the tempo of her sinking down onto his face.
Moving one hand underneath, he began to stroke her nub which caused her to momentarily stall in her movements as a deep groan emitted from her throat which vibrated against his swollen penis. Gathering her wits, she began moving her mouth again, pumping him with her lips and tongue.
Each of them was moving against the other, fucking the other’s mouth. Hermione could feel the heat coming from his crotch, mimicking the heat she could feel in her own. The feel of his face against her and his finger on her clit, along with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth was driving her to the edge faster than she thought possible. She wasn’t going over without him.
She twined her hands under his thighs, letting one work its way to his sac, gently massaging. She felt them as they began to grow tighter, pulling up into his body. Swiping some of her saliva with a finger, she reached back further down fingfingered his anus gently before pushing in just a little, stroking against his prostate.
Snape felt her finger move inside him and his back lifted up off the bed, tearing a moan from him. ‘Fine, two can play at that game,’ he thought, as he reached up with his free hand returned the favor. Just as he was doubling his efforts against her clit with his other hand and moving his tongue back into her as deep as he could, he felt her take him all the way to the back of her throat then she sucked back up to the tip, then back down and as he felt her throat constrict, he lost it.
Hermione felt him come hard in her mouth. It was such a beautiful feeling having him this way, spilling into her mouth. Just then her own climax hit out of the blue like a wrong way driver on a one-way street! She was screaming as much as one could scream with a dick in their mouth.
Once the full force of their orgasms abated, they used their mouths slowly, drawing out the aftershocks, and licking up the offerings of their lover. Finally, with a deep sigh, Hermione fell over to the side of Snape, curling herself up against a calf while one of her own legs lay across his chest.
“Wow,” Hermione whispered.
“I concur,” Snape said, with a light chuckle.
When the shaking finally subsiding in Hermione’s legs, she lifted herself up and crawled up next to him on the bed, propping herself up on her elbow. She looked at him speculatively, with her brow furrowed slightly, and her bottom lip between her teeth.
“What’s on your mind?” he finally asked.
“What makes you think anything is on my mind?”
“You always make that face when you are deep in thought.” She stared at him for a full minute after that wondering if she should say anything at all. When he started to look worried at her she finally broke.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m just woolgathering,” she said, disgusted with herself as her courage fled. Snape knew that she wasn’t going to give up whatever was on his mind, so he just pulled her up onto himself, kissing her soundly.
“Fine, Miss Granger,” his best professor voice came out, “what do you say we wash our wool and get to work then?”
Snape was reading a book, waiting for Hermione to finish playing online, when a head a voice come through the fireplace.
“Severus, how is our Hogwarts’ web thingy coming along?”
Severus looked up from his book to see the face of Albus Dumbledore staring back at him.
“Everything seems to be coming along fine, Headmaster. We are right on schedule for it to be ready before letters is sent out.”
“Good, good. That is indeed good news. I also have some good news for you. Ivan Steneroff has agreed to allow you to check the house for those books. He said he didn’t want to take any chances that his kids may stumble across dark art books.”
“When can I go?”
“Just like you to cut to the chase, Severus,” Albus chuckled. “Is tomorrow too soon?”
“Tomorrow will be perfect. Thank you, Albus.” The Headmaster looked at his Potions Master and his eyes twinkled.
“You are looking good, Severus. It seems our Hermione is taking good care of you.”
“What time are they expecting me?” Snape glared at the Headmaster and ignored his last statement. That meddling, old fool was too perceptive by half.
“Meet me at my office at 9am and we’ll head over to Mr. Stenderoff’s house after that.”
“Fine. I will see you tomorrow.” The headmaster smiled at his gruff friend before disappearing from the fireplace.
“Severus? I heard voices. Were you talking to someone?” Hermione had come down the stairs then looking quizzically at him.
“Just the Headmaster. I will need to ru err errand tomorrow, but I should be back before dinner. I don’t see it taking much longer. If I anticipate it being any longer, I will floo you.”
Hermione picked up the book she had been reading the night before and sat on the couch with him. She felt her heart clench at hearing he would be gone tomorrow. After a few minutes of looking at her page and not actually reading anything, she sighed put her book down.
“I’m going to put some tea on,” she said, but before she could get up, Snape put his hand on hers.
“What’s wrong, Hermione.” He looked at her sadly, knowing something was bothering her since that morning, and it was beginning to scare him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly before opening her eyes again.
“Severus. What happens next?” There… she said it. She asked the fated question.
“I’m assuming you mean when the web site is done?” She just nodded in response.
“Well, I would like to keep seeing you. I, well… I wouldn’t have to go back to Hogwarts right away, you know. And I do have my experiments still running.” He gave her a lopsided smile and quirked an eyebrow in a confident show that he wasn’t really feeling. He was shaking inside that he may have presumed too much, but when she just squealed her approval and threw herself into his arms, he was flooded with relief.
“You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, diu?” u?” he said as he pushed her back a bit so he could look into her eyes. “When school starts, we will have to work something out, though I’m sure Albus would be more than happy to see you visiting the castle. Often.”
Hermione responded with a kiss, a kiss that started off sweet and sloppy before it grew deeper and passionate, both of them pouring all of their feelings for each other in to it. Soon the books were forgotten as Severus lifted her in his arms and walked up the ss.
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a/n: sorry for the delay in this. i\'m actually working on chapter 13 and it should be done later tonight or tomorrow at the latest. thanks to everyone who commented and said they enjoyed my sex scene. i do appreciate that it touched some of you. :)
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