Forbidden Lover

Chapter Twelve
Evening of Bliss

Hermione was smiling to herself all through dinner. For Ron and Harry, that was it. They became certain that she was a mental case, knowing that questioning her about her odd behavior would only get them nowhere.

The three had a few hours between dinner and curfew when they could do as they pleased. This time was normally spent playing games or hanging out with one another. This evening, Hermione left them, a spell book under her arm, supposedly bound for the library.

Instead of going to the library, she went downstairs to the dungeons. She tapped on Severus' door, using the entrance from inside the potions' office. She didn't dare use the hallway entrance this late in the evening for fear some of the Slytherins might see her.

Hermione was trembling a little as she waited, and she wasn't disappointed. Severus opened the door and silently drew her inside, the spell book falling to the floor unnoticed. The door shut and the wards went into place, courtesy of the permanent spell Severus had cast on it.

He wanted her all to himself, with no interruptions. Greedy of him, he knew, but it wasn't often that someone loved him.

Hermione stretched up on tiptoes to kiss him. His hands were gripping her upper arms tightly, holding her to him. The taste of him was enough to make her ready for him before they'd even moved.

"Come," he told her, once he made himself relinquish her soft mouth.

She followed him without question. He took her to his bedroom. She stood in the doorway and looked at the black wooden bed, then at him.

"Scared?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "I have no reason to be afraid of you. I don't fear passion."

Severus smiled. They shouldn't be doing this, but he didn't give a damn any more. So be it if the Headmaster tried to call him in. He would gladly leave this place if it meant he could have his young lover. His principles weren't in agreement with that, but he was rapidly throwing them aside as well.

"Take your clothes off," he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled the flesh there.

Her fingers were already drawing her Gryffindor robes off as he spoke, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped back and began to remove his clothing, piece by piece, knowing her eyes were on him.

Slowly, Hermione's silky skin was revealed, and Severus felt his already aroused body tighten even more. Her eyes were glued to his rigid organ that sprang out from the nest of black hair, eager for her touch.

She blinked and slightly blushed as she remembered her birthday, and what they had done. She walked over to him, still nervous, and he saw her fingers come out and slowly, agonizingly wrap around him.

He groaned as she squeezed him, running her hand down the length, unknowingly pulling him taut, and making him harden more.

"You're so big," she stammered.

"You took all of that the other night," he reminded her, taking her lips again. Severus couldn't stand much more of the handling; he wanted her too badly, and had been without her for too long.

Step by step, he coaxed Hermione to the bed. She was willing, but still shy and still blushing when he lowered her to the feather mattress.

She was thinking how much easier it'd been to be bold when he wasn't letting her have him. It was different now that he was giving her what she wanted and they were both naked and alone on his bed. Hermione looked at his hand, which was splayed across her belly, slowly rubbing in circles. He teased her by just slightly brushing across the top of her silky hair at the base.

"Do you want to try something?" Severus asked, one finger tracing her soft mound.

She gasped, and then tried to tear her eyes away.

"What?" she said.

"Here," he urged her over to her stomach and then brought her up on all fours.

He's been reading Kama Sutra again, Hermione thought fleetingly, remembering the position from its' pages. Severus was behind her pushing her legs apart, and she could feel the heat of his erection brush her bare buttock. His fingers covered her, rubbing, and teasing the moisture from her body.

"This is - oh," she said, as he slid into her slick warmth without warning. She shut her eyes, feeling herself start responding to his slow movements, her breath starting to shorten. He was bending over her, and she could feel his hair brush the back of her neck whenever he bent to kiss her.

Hermione couldn't help herself. She rocked back against him tightening on him, wanting him deep as he could go. He was touching places deep inside her that he hadn't before. Cries came from her throat, startling her. This erotic, forbidden mating was searing her to the core where his index finger was still stroking and pressing as he pumped in and out.

Dumbledore could have walked in on them at that moment and Hermione wouldn't have cared. All she knew at that moment was that her love for this man was becoming more important than her schoolwork.

Her inner muscles were milking him, driving Severus mad. He was trying to hold onto his tenuous control, and the tightness and slickness of her were doing him in.

He swore under his breath as he began slamming into her hard, hearing her cry his name over and over, shoulders slumping to the pillow as her arms wouldn't support her any more. She clung to the pillow and buried her cries in it as the shudders shook her petite frame.

Severus clutched her hips as he thrust in one last time; spilling himself and feeling her continuing to convulse around him, making his knees go weak. He clung to Hermione, still buried deeply and unwilling to relinquish their joining.

Hermione turned her head so she could breathe. She was seeing stars; could feel his seed dripping slowly down her leg. He was bracing himself over her still. At last, he had to pull away, unable to hold himself up. He rolled to his side, and brought her with him, snuggling her into the cradle of his chest.

"Gods," she said at last, against his chest.

Severus laughed at her, feeling more confident now in his ability as a lover.

"I didn't embarrass you now, did I?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "It's just that - well, I never expected to.."

"To what?"

Hermione looked up at him, his face only partially visible in the dark room.

"To love you, and to be doing this." There. She'd told him.

He looked down at her, his heart leaping at the words that came from her lips.

She was telling him that she loved him.

He sighed, and stroked her hair.

"I did not foresee this myself," he admitted. "I was vexed when you first began to visit me."

"Did you hate me so badly?"

"Hate is a strong word, Hermione," he replied. "I can't say I actually hate any of the students. I find most of them to be an irritation to my patience."

"But you didn't want me around."

"I am quite the loner, and have always been so. I have had few friends over the years, and I don't like my space being invaded. But you somehow managed to capture my attention."

"I'm glad I did," she said.

"And my dear," he kissed her forehead. "I must confess that I love you as well."

"I don't ever want to leave you again."

"You must. Remember that it's only the beginning of the year. We can't risk being found out. The Headmaster would not like it."

Not like it was an understatement. He would be fired on the spot possibly. It would cause a scandal, and Hermione would be shamed. Severus didn't want that to happen to her. He wasn't worried about his own reputation; it was shot anyway since he'd been with Voldemort. But he had to protect her if he could.

"I think my mother suspects," she said.

"That is another bridge we will have to cross at the end of the year. I don't think your parents are going to approve."

"It doesn't matter," she said passionately, kissing him to prove her point. "I'm legal, I'm able to make my own decisions, and I want you."

"One thing at a time," Severus cautioned her, unsure if she would still love him at the end of the school year. It was bad enough that he was in love with her, and she didn't know that with his love came the Death Eater possession that would take hold and devour anything or anyone who tried to take what he saw as his. So far she hadn't been witness to his dark side, and he hoped to keep it that way.

Already he'd been much kinder to her than he'd ever been to anyone. He'd managed to bite back his snarky remarks and try to think before he spoke. How long that would last, he had no idea. He just hoped she would love the bad with the good once she found out the truth about him.

"You won't leave me for someone else?" she asked, afraid to ask him the question.

"No," he promised, then added seriously: "There is no one else."

"Severus," she drew him down to her, opening her legs and pulling him between them. He obliged, feeling like a teenager again.

~*~


Harry and Ron were more aware that Hermione was spending time with Professor Snape, but they never considered a love affair. This evening, she'd left them in a hurry and was not in the library when they'd gone looking for her. It was nearly curfew, and still no sign of her, which made the boys suspicious.

The clock was chiming nine when she came crawling through the portrait hole, several books clutched in her hand.

"Where in the world have you been, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"I was in the library," she lied.

"No you weren't," Ron said. "We went there earlier and Madame Pince said that she hadn't seen you all evening."

"I," think fast, Hermione. "Started to go there earlier, and Professor Snape stopped me and asked me if I would help him with a potion that he is working on."

"You helped Snape all evening?" Harry exclaimed, looking up from his book. "I can't believe you would give up a whole evening of freedom just to listen to him carp about potions."

"He's not a bad person," she explained, hurriedly going to the stairs before they looked at her closely. "And I didn't mind helping, I just didn't want anyone to know." She practically ran up the stairs to get away from them before they could ask anymore questions.

Ron and Harry exchanged puzzled looks, and Harry shrugged.

"Women," he said.


Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she shut the bathroom door behind her. She smelled of sex, and her knickers were crumpled into the pocket of her robes. She didn't dare let the boys get too close, or they would be even more suspicious than they already were. She could well imagine how they would have looked if she'd told them the truth about what she'd been doing this evening.

She had a secret lover, and would have to guard that secret well.