Misjudged

Misjudged

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Summary: Everything starts the last week of Hermione’s 7th year. Both she and Snape find out they have both misjudged each other. As the war draws to a close will romance blossom? Or will their pasts interfere? R/R

Chapter 12- City of Love

Hermione sat in the passenger side of the car that Severus had rented as soon as they landed. They were currently on their way to the Hotel Duret. One of the best hotels in Paris.

“I still can’t believe that you can drive.” Hermione said.

“I still can’t believe you talked me into getting on a damn plane. ‘Oh come on Severus, it will be fun.’” Severus said as he imitated Hermione.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Hermione stated.

“Not bad? I thought the damn thing was going to fall out of the sky!” Severus exclaimed.

“It was just a bit of turbulence. Besides, we have to take the plane back to England.” Hermione said as she tried not to laugh at her irate fiancée.

Severus grumbled as he continued to pay attention to the road ahead of him. Half an hour later they were walking into the beautiful hotel. They checked in and headed for the room. Hermione and Severus both took in the beauty of the suit that came with their trip.

It was nothing short of magnificent. There was a large King size bed, luxurious bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, mini kitchen, couch and love seat, and a balcony that over looked the city. Hermione walked out onto the balcony as Severus tipped the bell hop and closed the door. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“This is going to be the prefect weekend getaway.” she sighed as she leaned against his firm chest.

“That it is. Now, let’s head downstairs and grab some lunch. After that maybe try out the bed?” he whispered.

“Mmm. Sounds like a plan to me.” she said.

The couple changed their clothes and headed down to the restaurant. They had a nice quiet lunch then headed back upstairs. Once inside Hermione wrapped her arms around Severus’s neck and slammed her lips over his.

“Mmmm. Anxious?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” she answered as she pushed him onto the bed.

They wasted no time. Their clothes and shoes flew around the room as they hurriedly stripped one another. Their love making was quick, passionate and a tad on the rough side. After forty five minutes they lay gasping for air wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Talk about taking the edge off.” Hermione giggled.

“I know. Of course, we’ll be here for two more days. That’s plenty of time to take things as slow as we want.” Severus said as he kissed her forehead.

The couple fell asleep. Two hours later they showered, dressed and headed out to take in the sights. Their first stop was Notre Dame de Paris. Hermione had always been fascinated with the church ever since her mother had read her The Hunchback of Notre Dame when she was a child.

“This is the kind of church I imagined I would be getting married in when I was a little girl.” Hermione said as they admired the beautiful architecture and glass work.

“Is that so? Is that what you still want?” Severus asked.

“Yes.” she answered sheepishly.

“Then that is what you will have. If you want the largest, most elegant wedding this continent has ever seen, then that is exactly what you will have my dear.” he said as he wrapped his arms tightly around.

“Oh Severus!” she squealed as she hugged him tightly.

The couple headed outside to take in some of the museums and monuments. They saw the Les Grandes Eaux Musicals, which Hermione enjoyed. Hermione’s favorite places so far had been Notre Dame de Paris and Salon Chopin. She had always been a fan of Chopin’s music. She was shocked when Severus told her that Chopin was in fact a wizard.

“Many of the great classical musicians and composers were witches and wizards. Beethoven, Mozart, Aretha Franklin, Freddie Mercury.” Severus said.

“You listen to Queen and Aretha Franklin?” Hermione asked with a giggle.

“Yes. I may be a pure blood my dear, but I was a teenager during the seventies.” Severus answered with a crooked smile.

That night they had dinner at the Eiffel Tower. The view was beyond beautiful. Hermione and Severus couldn’t have been any happier. After dinner they took a stroll and just enjoyed a moments peace. No worrying about his father or anything else. All that mattered were the two of them, together, in love and in Paris. They returned to their room for the night. Severus ordered room service. Champaign and Strawberries.

“Severus, why don’t you get comfortable. I have something that I want to show you.” Hermione requested as she took a package from her suitcase and headed into the bathroom.

Severus stripped down to his boxers, slipped on one of the bathrobes, sat the tray of strawberries and Champaign on the bedside table, poured them each a glass and got on the bed.

A few minutes later Hermione walked out wearing a negligee made of silver and emerald green silk. On her left side was a slit that came up to her hip. Severus just barely caught a glimpse of the black silk thong she wore as she walked toward him.

“Do you like it?” Hermione asked as she twirled in a circle.

“Very much. I never thought I would see my house colors look as good as they do on you. Care for something to drink?” Severus answered as he eyed her hungrily.

Hermione moved up the bed and laid at his side, propped up by the pillows against the headboard. She took her glass as he grabbed the bowl of strawberries. They each took one, took a bite then took a sip of their drinks.

“Hmmm. So, do you really like what I’m wearing or are you just flattering me?” she asked.

“You look stunning. If this is a preview of our wedding night, I can’t wait.” he answered as he leaned over and kissed her sweetly.

The two laid there drinking their Champaign and eating strawberries. After two glasses they decided they had enough.

“Beside I can think of something better to do.” Hermione whispered as she leaned over him and placed the strawberries and empty glasses on the bedside table.

Severus wrapped his arms around her, kissed her and moved her onto her back. Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck and one leg around one of his. Severus slid his hand down her silk covered body. Hermione slid her hands down his body, untied his robe and pushed it off him. The feel of her negligee against him was driving him crazy.

“As much as I love this on you, I would much rather see it…off.” he whispered.

Hermione quickly obliged. His boxers quickly followed. He once more kissed her. Slowly, lovingly. His hands grabbed her wrists and positioned them above her head. He then slid them ever so slowly down her arms. Hermione moaned at the feel of his finger tips brushing over her skin.

“Severus.” she whispered as he began kissing and nibbling at her neck, his hand still moving slowly down her body.

Severus said nothing, just continued to kiss down her body. Paying special attention to her hardening nipples and firm breasts. As he licked, nipped, and sucked her nipples, his hands cupped and massaged her breast.

All the while causing her to moan and sigh, but she kept her arms above her head, grabbing hold of the head board. Severus moved down, down and down some more. His hands remained on her breasts as his tongue made lazy laps against her skin. He stopped just above her glistening curls.

“Oh god Severus. Please. Don’t stop.” she moaned.

“As you wish my darling temptress.” he whispered.

“Severus!” Hermione shrieked as he covered her nether lips with his mouth and tongue.

Just as he had with the rest of her, he ever so slowly kissed, licked and sucked at her. Hermione writhed against him. Gasping his name, begging him not to stop. Severus had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Sev…Severus! Oh god!” Hermione cried as she came into his waiting mouth.

Slowly he licked her clean and kissed his way back up her body. Hermione lay there gasping for air still clutching the headboard. Severus slid his hands up her arms as he kissed her and removed her hand and placed them around his neck.

“God that felt amazing.” she sighed.

“Yes. Ready for more?” he asked.

Hermione nodded and kissed him again. Severus moved his body over hers and positioned his hard penis at her wet entrance. Their lips separated and their eyes met. Both filled with love, lust and pure bliss. As he slid slowly into her their eyes never left one another.

“Hermione.”

“Severus.”

They stayed still as he became buried to the hilt within her. Hermione rocked her hips against his. Severus took the hint. He began moving. Gently. Letting Hermione feel every inch of him slid out and slide back in. This time, there was something different about their love making.

It was slow. More passionate. Both were using their hands, eyes, and lips to convey what they were feeling. All other times it had been with words. This time, very few words were spoken. It made it all the more memorable.

Hermione gasped, closed her eyes, arched her back and clenched her muscles. Severus picked up the pace. Thrusting harder, deeper. He knew they both were close to exploding. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled them over. Hermione braced her hands on his chest and began taking control.

Severus took hold of her hips. Guiding her movements. Enjoying the thrill of watching her take control. Their eyes stayed locked on each other. Their moans and sighs filled the room. Severus rolled them over once more. He was near the edge and wanted her to experience ecstasy with him.

Their movements became faster, harder. Their lips met in a crushing kiss as they clung to one another. Her finger nails digging into his shoulders. Leaving red trails in their wake as she raked his shoulders and back.

“HERMIONE!”

“SEVERUS! OH SEVERUS!”

They lay in the aftermath of their love making shuddering with emotion. Both shed tears as all their love for one another flowed through them. Finally Severus was able to roll onto his back and pull Hermione into his arms. He did a quick cleansing spell and covered them.

“That was…how do you even describe what that was?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know.” Severus answered.

They quickly fell asleep. It was well after midnight when Hermione woke up and headed for the bathroom. She slipped on her negligee and walked into the bathroom. She had just exited the bathroom when someone grabbed her from behind.

“SEVERUS!” she screamed.

Severus bolted awake, turned on the light and froze.

“I told you, you couldn’t protect her. Now, it’s time to end this.” Damien said as he pulled out a dagger and held it at Hermione’s throat.

“NO! PLEASE DON’T HURT HER!” Severus screamed.

“I have a proposition for you son. In two days time you will meet me. Alone. At the old Snape Manor. Your little whore will be insurance. You have my word that she will not be harmed. I will feed, water and possibly even clothe her. Nothing else I swear. I’m nothing if not honorable. I have never gone back on my word and I won’t start now. So, what will it be?” Damien challenged.

“O…okay. Just…I have your word…you…won’t harm her?” Severus stuttered.

“I Damien Alonso Snape, give my Wizard’s Oath that this Hermione Granger will not be harmed and that I will feed, water and clothe her for two days starting now.” Damien stated.

“No Severus!” Hermione cried.

“He has no choice. You have two days. If you don’t show up, I kill her and her death and her blood will be on your hands. Remember two days. Snape Manor.” Damien said.

The last thing Severus heard was Hermione’s screams as Damien apparated away with her. Severus jumped out of bed, got dressed, magically packed and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. He rushed into Albus’s office. He found Minerva, Albus, Remus, Sirius and Sybil there. He quickly explained what happened.

“What are you going to do?” Sirius asked.

“I have no choice. My father gave a Wizard’s Oath not to harm her for two days. It’s time I finally face my father.” Severus answered tearfully.

T.B.C