In a Lifetime

In A Lifetime
Chapter 13: A Breakfast Interrupted

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The morning sun arose, and with complaint, so did Severus and Hermione. It was a Saturday, so they weren’t required to be up early, however they both agreed it would be a good idea to have breakfast in the great hall. Harry was due at the castle to accompany Remus to Ollivander’s to get a new wand, Molly Weasley was also due to appear some time during the morning as Albus felt that some of the questions regarding the past ten years might better be asked by the matriarch of the Weasley clan. With a groan, Hermione got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, unaware of Severus watching her in appreciation as she dropped her nightgown at the bathroom door. She turned around and noticed her fiancé propped up on one elbow with what could only be described as a leer on his face.

“Like what you see?” remarked Hermione, running her hands down her nude body.

“Very much,” answered Severus, as he watched Hermione circle her nipples with her fingers, “pinch them for me, make them hard.”

Hermione smiled and followed his instructions, pinching each nipple, pulling at them and making them stand at attention. She took on a look of innocence as she continued to tease her own nipples with one hand and twirled a lock of curly hair with the other.

“Touch yourself, Hermione,” whispered Severus, well aware of the effect she was having on his already stiff member.

Hermione slipped her finger down to her trimmed thatch and gently rubbed herself, moaning slightly as she grazed her clit. “Would you like to see me make myself cum, Severus?” she asked, her voice husky with desire, “I would like to see you make yourself cum for me…”

Severus nodded and flung off the bedcovers, exposing his hard cock to her eager eyes. She summoned a chair from the small writing desk in Severus’ bedchambers and sat down in it, spreading her legs to his view. She was slick with need and desire and found it undeniably erotic to experience mutual masturbation with Severus. Severus leaned up against the pillows and locked eyes with Hermione as he began to stroke his cock. Hermione smiled and with one hand manipulated her nipples as her other hand stroked her slit, opening it slightly as she stroked. She circled her clit and carefully and slowly inserted her finger inside her. Severus stroked himself faster as he watched Hermione move her finger in and out of her visibly wet pussy. He gasped as she trailed her wet finger up her body, circling a nipple, and sucking on the finger. She drew her finger back down her body and inserted two fingers inside her this time, moaning as she rolled a nipple between the fingers of her other hand. Drawn by the heat of watching Hermione pleasure herself, Severus practically leapt off the bed and lifted her from the chair, kicking it over as he pinned her to the bathroom door. Hermione wrapped her legs around his midsection as he entered her with one swift stroke, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He held her waist as he thrust in and out of her, both of them moaning as they coupled at a frenetic pace.

“Gods Severus,” breathed Hermione, “harder, love.”

“Anything you say, my goddess,” whispered Severus as he thrust harder and faster into Hermione, the bathroom door banging against its hinges.

“Ohhhhh,” Hermione moaned, “I can’t last much longer…”

“Me either,” gasped Severus as he felt himself tighten up as her walls closed around him. With a loud moan, they both climaxed at the same time, just as the bathroom door lost its battle with the hinges, depositing them both on the bathroom floor.

They lay there for a few moments, bathed in sweat and the juices of the their love making, when Severus caught his breath.

“Are you all right, Hermione?” he asked, running his hands up and down her body looking for injury. Hermione winced as he touched her left arm.

“I think I’m OK, just bruised my arm,” she said, “how about you?”

“My right shoulder has felt better,” responded Severus, “I think we should attend to our injuries.”

Hermione looked at Severus’ shoulder, “I think maybe we should let Poppy take a look, remember, I’m still an intern and a new one at that. She would be angry if we didn’t see her for these injuries.”

“And how would we explain ourselves?” remarked Severus, “I can see us now…’Poppy, could you please take a look at these injuries? We were having sex against the bathroom door when it broke…’”

Hermione stifled a giggle, “You’re right. And you know she would have a million questions. If you could perhaps remove your beautiful cock from inside me, I could get my wand and at least see the extent of the injuries.”

Severus rolled off of Hermione, wincing in pain as he rubbed his left wrist. Hermione looked at him with concern.

“I think you broke my fall with your wrist,” she said, carefully getting up and getting her wand from the bedside table. She ran a diagnostic charm on both of them, pleased to see no broken bones, just bruising. She ran a quick healing spell on them and Severus got up to get some healing and pain relieving potions.

After they were both patched up, they took a quick shower together, avoiding all sexual contact for fear of damaging themselves further, got dressed, and headed for the Great Hall, just in time for breakfast. They carefully sat down, still a little sore in spots and began eating.

“We didn’t think you two would make it for breakfast,” said Albus, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.

“Well, we did,” stated Severus, fixing the headmaster with a glare.

“You’re moving a little slower than usual. Too much activity?” asked Albus, “Is my medical staff working you too hard?”

Hermione snorted into her plate of eggs as Severus continued to glare at Albus. Just when she thought Severus was going to say something untoward, the doors to the Great Hall opened and Harry strode in. Hermione stifled a groan as she saw who was behind her ex husband. She heard Ginny groan beside her.

“I wasn’t aware it was ‘bring a tosser to breakfast’ day,” Ginny mumbled as she watched her brother Ron smugly approach the head table.

“Good morning all,” said Harry brightly, “Albus,” he nodded, “Ron has some information that you requested, sir.”

“Ah, yes,” said Albus, “we shall meet immediately after breakfast. Will you sit down and join us?”

“Of course we shall,” said Ron, taking the seat next to Remus, who Severus noticed fixed the redhead with a strange look, “Good morning, Ginevra,” he greeted his sister, “I trust you are well? And Remus, you look wonderful.”

“Thanks,” grunted Remus, as Ginny merely nodded at her brother, then quickly excused herself from the table.

Ron shrugged his shoulder and turned to Hermione, “So, have you come to your senses yet or are you still shagging that greasy bat?” he asked, loud enough for the first few students seated at the tables to hear.

Hermione took a deep breath and whispered, “It is none of your affair and certainly none of the students.”

“I see you’re still ashamed of your little foray to the dark and slimy side,” he continued, still loud enough for most of the head table to hear, “Honestly Hermione, you really should show some self respect. Shagging an oily bastard like Snape will hardly do anything to aid your already sullied reputation.”

Before Hermione could react, a flash of light came from her left as a male voice calmly stated “silencio”. Hermione saw Ron’s mouth open and shut as if he was trying to say something and saw him attempt to reach for his wand.

“Looking for this?” asked Remus, twirling Ron’s wand in his fingers, “You can have it back when I am done speaking, Mr. Weasley.”

The entire Head Table and most of the student body watched as the former werewolf leaned over the mute Ron Weasley.

“I will not have you speak to ANYONE in that supercilious tone,” began Remus, “especially not Professor Granger, and especially not about Professor Snape. This is their home. You are a visitor here. You will ACT like a visitor. You are no longer a student, Mr Weasley. You will no longer act like one. You know NOTHING about Professors Granger and Snape. NOTHING. You live and speak within your own prejudices. If you had one iota of sense, you would know that they are two of the finest minds ever to grace the halls of Hogwarts. Together, those minds created a potion that allowed me to enjoy an evening spent in the company of friends beside a fire under the full moon. Thanks to them, I no longer have the werewolf blood running through my veins that cursed me throughout my entire life. Thanks to them, I no longer wander around London with no voice, no memory, and no magic. Thanks to Severus and Hermione, I am on my way to becoming whole again. Without their friendship, this would be an overwhelming time for me. You speak of Hermione as if you have some claim over her. You do not. Friendship does not imply ownership, and from what she informed me last night, you have not qualified as a friend in quite some time. You speak of Severus as though you know him. I can assure you, you do not. He may be a sarcastic snarky bastard at times, but he’s a good man, and he fought the good fight, taking curse after curse from Voldemort as he gathered much of the information needed to defeat the Dark. I fell in the final battle, a fall YOU witnessed, a fall you could have prevented had you not been too busy covering your own arse…Yes, Weasley, I have my memory back. I watched you stand there while I took a direct hit of some curse that I had never felt before. I watched you hiding behind a tree, your wand pointed at the ground whilst the Death Eaters took me. They tortured me, and left me mute and memory-less. They had planned worse for me. They had planned to turn me into their slave, but Harry, Albus, and Severus defeated the Dark and the remaining Death Eaters eventually went into hiding. I was left to fend for myself with no knowledge of who or what I was. We ALL made mistakes, Mr Weasley, yourself included. So please do not regale us with comments about how horrible Severus is. NOW you may speak. Finite Incantatum. And here’s your damned wand back.” Remus tossed Ron’s wand on the table and stalked out of the room, leaving mouths agape throughout the Great Hall.

“Well,” remarked Albus, “that was certainly eye opening. Mr Weasley, my office NOW. Harry, find Remus and get that man a new wand. Have it billed to me. Hermione, Severus, try not to hurt yourselves while I’m gone. Minerva, I leave the remainder reakreakfast to you.”

With that, Albus Dumbledore took leave of the Great Hall, looking none too pleased as he headed for his office with Ron at his heels.

“Aren’t you glad we came to breakfast, my dear?” said Severus, a smirk arising from the corners of his mouth.

“I wouldn’t have missed that for all the world, my love,” replied Hermione, “could you please pass the scones?”

“Watching a supercilious tosser, to quote our dear friends Remus and Ginevra, get his comeuppance has stimulated my appetite as well,” commented Severus, “Minerva, would you like more sausage?”

“Absolutely,” replied Minerva, as she hid her grin behind her cup of tea.