Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year - 14
Author: Wickedswanz

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Professor Raisier’s hand covered her mouth as she looked down at the multitude of notes that Hermione had prepared on the potion that would give her a normal love life. This potion would help her hold in the uncontrollable power that had made her life less then livable over the last few years.

“This … this is incredible …Why would you do this for me? How did you do this for me?” Raisier babbled as she turned the page and read the next.

Hermione laughed and felt her cheeks flush, “Do you want the girly swot answer or the real answer?”

“What’s the girly swot answer?”

“Well, you’re my teacher and I care about you. How could I not help?” Hermione smiled and fluttered her eyelashes and Raisier laughed.

“And what’s the real answer?”

“Well, that was the real answer as well, but, also, a puzzle like this makes me go all weak at the knees and giggly.” Both she and Raisier laughed again.

Severus groaned audibly and stood, but his eyes held an amused glint, “I once heard Miss Granger say that the search for knowledge was what she was built for, did I hear correct?”

Hermione coughed and felt her face flush as he repeated the words that she had said to him moments before the first time they’d been together. He’d been in Sirius’ body of course. “I … I may have said something along those lines,” she stuttered, “But I fear you were not feeling quite yourself when I said it.” She met his eyes, and raised a single brow when his mouth twitched.

“Indeed,” Snape strode arrogantly towards the door. “Good day ladies, I hope you enjoy your gossip session,” he quipped as he left.

They both laughed some more and continued to discuss the potion and its potential for Raisier and possibly other uncontrollable abilities. The older woman was full of questions and Hermione enjoyed talking about her ideas and explaining them.

After a moment of silence, Hermione finally plucked up the courage to ask her question, “Professor, can I ask you a question? And if you don’t want to answer it’s fine.”

Raisier gave her a knowing look and smiled, “It’s fine Hermione. You want to know why Professor Snape, right?”

“Oh no! I get that bit.” Hermione laughed, and then suddenly covered her mouth and her eyes flew wide at her loose tongue, “What I mean is … I … understand why …. Um … well, most of the girls here think he‘s a Bronte hero in waiting.” She blushed again, “Well, they probably wouldn’t put it quite like that, but …”

“Bronte?” Raisier tipped her head.

“Oh, a muggle author who wrote rather gothic romances. You know secluded castles, tall, dark, broody men with dark pasts and … well, you know.”

It was Raisier’s turn to blush. “Yes, I know.”

They grinned at each other and after another moment, Hermione gathered her books and stood up. “Well, I should go. I promised I‘d go dress shopping with Ginny.”

Raisier stood and hugged Hermione, “I hope this doesn’t sound too creepy, what with me being your professor and all, but I really enjoyed talking to you. It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed any ‘girl talk.’” She said as the pulled back, keeping her hands on her shoulders.

“Yeah, me too, I don’t have many girlfriends, so it was nice.”

A wolf whistle sounded from the door and both women glared towards a rather smug looking Sirius, leaning against the frame. “Ladies, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled and strutted into the staffroom.

Raisier, looked back at Hermione and asked, “Does he ever put it away?”

“I’m yet to see the day,” Hermione joked and poked her tongue at Sirius’ outraged expression. Without thinking, she moved to straighten his tie; he still hadn’t mastered this simple task, a fact that she found strangely endearing in the suave ladies man. “So what are you up to today, Casanova?”

“I was planning to take Harry down to Hogsmeade for lunch at the Three Broomsticks. Will you join us there when you’re finished getting your girly on?” Sirius replied with his usual roguish smirk.

“Sounds like a plan,” she finished by smoothing her hand down the tie to make it lay flat, “Oh, and Fred and George will be there as well. We’ve just brought Zonkos.”

Raisier, who had been looking back and forth between the two as they chatted, suddenly spoke up, “Fred and George, as in the Weasley twins?”

“Got it in one, pretty lady.” Sirius threw the other woman a charming smile, “My Angel here is the third partner in ‘Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes’”

“Wow!” Raisier gushed, “They were voted the single most successful joke and pre-made potion and device business last year, weren’t they?”

Hermione nodded proudly and squealed when Sirius pinched the sensitive flesh at her waist.

“But, how a clever and straight laced young witch like my ‘Mione became involved with such a business, is still a mystery.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and collected her books off the table, “What’s the damn mystery? We practically grew up together, they came through for me in a time when I was in trouble, I helped them out with a few potions here and there and the rest is history.”

She paused in front of Sirius and reached up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “Later Casanova.” She felt his fingers caressing her hips and had to force herself to stay nonchalant.

“Whoa, is that a tattoo?”

Hermione flicked around at Professor Raisier’s words, “Ah-ha, it’s kind of a protection thing, long story, and I have to go.” She headed for the door faster then she liked and walked straight into a black wall of chest.

Professor Snape’s hands on her arms steadied her, and as she looked up, she saw a look of both concern and frustration in his eyes. “Running away again Miss Granger?” he murmured.

She pulled back and straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin higher. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor,” she said between clenched teeth and strode past him, “Anyway what does it matter? You make it abundantly clear what an inconvenience I am,” she snipped so only he could hear and made her way down the hall.

~*~*~

“Damn him!” she thought as she made her way through the castle, “Who the hell does he think he is? He acts as though he knows me! He knows nothing! I am not running away, if I don’t want to talk about a certain part of my life, what business is it of his? And why the hell does he even care?”

A familiar sound made her look up just in time to see an enraged Pansy Parkinson with her wand pointed squarely at Hermione.

“You Mudblood whore!” Pansy screamed and the curse was out before Hermione could react but she managed to dodge just in time and the bright blue light whizzed over her left shoulder and hit something behind her.

Hermione fell and rolled then pointed her wand. “Expelleramus!” She watched the wand fly from Pansy’s hand and then sent a quick incapacitating charm at her so she couldn’t run away. Hermione turned to see what had been hit by the girl’s curse and cried out and her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she took in the tall, black-clad figure laying motionless on the cold stone floor.

“Severus!” she ran and dropped to his side, just as Professor Raisier and Sirius came running around the corner to see what the commotion was.

“What the hell happened?” Sirius yelled as he took in the scene.

Hermione glared up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks and static buzzing in her ears, “What do you think?” She shook her head and felt a pang of guilt at his hurt and angry expression, “I’m sorry, Pansy Parkinson tried to curse me but I ducked and it hit Severus. I’m not sure what it was yet.” She looked up at Professor Raisier, “That girl attacked the Head Girl and a teacher. Take her up to Professor Dumbledore and see that she’s punished appropriately.” She ignored her blond teacher’s shock at her authoritative tone, considering that Raisier was the professor to her student role. The woman was right to be shocked and maybe offended, but Hermione had no time for the ditzy woman’s personal issues.

Hermione didn’t wait for a response, instead dropping her head to Severus’ chest. She let out a relieved breath as she heard his heart beat strongly. His eyes flickered open and his hands took hers in a weak grip. She smiled down at him through her worried tears.

“Hermione,” he rasped out, “Wanted to – say …”

She placed a finger over his lips and gripped his hand tighter, “Don’t speak, you need your strength.”

He groaned and that annoyed look filled his eyes again, “Insufferable gir …” but he passed out before he could finish.

She gave a watery laugh and kissed his hand firmly, not caring who saw or what they thought, then climbed to her feet. She looked up at Sirius who seemed to be watching her closely. He took her in his arms and kissed her warmly on her forehead.

“Were you hurt, Angel?” he whispered against her warm skin and kissed his way down her face.

She buried her face in his shoulder and let the sobs rack through her while he held her tight. “She was aiming for me … it should have been me … all my fault … if I‘d seen him … would have stayed put …”

“Hush, ‘Mione,” he murmured into her hair, “It’s not your fault sweetheart. What she did was very wrong, the curse she used is illegal and she’ll be properly disciplined. Severus will be alright only because he’s a big man and a powerful Wizard.” He pulled her back and looked into her shimmering brown eyes. “Angel, if that curse had hit you, it could have …” He took a deep shuddering breath and pulled her tighter against him.

“What the bloody hell happened!” Harry Potter’s voice roared down the hall as he ran towards them, glaring at the unconscious Snape. “What did he do to her?” his voice was low and menacing as he stepped closer.

Hermione pulled away from Sirius and moved quickly between Harry and Snape. “Harry, he didn’t do anything. Parkinson tried to curse me and it missed and hit Sev – Professor Snape.” She cupped her friends face and forced him to look at her, “I’m alright Harry.” He nodded his understanding.

With that, settled Hermione used a levitation charm to raise Severus up and float him up the hallway to the infirmary.

~*~*~

After an intense argument with Madam Pomfrey and with Harry and Ginny tugging at her arms, Hermione finally agreed to leave Severus alone in the infirmary. Nevertheless, she promised that she would return that night. Once she returned she would not leave again until she was sure that her Potions Master was alive and well.

She couldn’t push away the guilt that filled her at leaving him alone, but managed to paste on a smile as they drove towards Hogsmeade together. Once there, they split and Hermione and Ginny left the boys with a promise to meet them at the Three Broomsticks.

The girls spent at least two hours trying on dresses and Hermione’s spirits raised as they chatted and laughed together. All the clothes were so beautiful and Hermione found several sexy dresses that would be perfect for the party. After more arguing she finally settled on a short, strapless dress of shimmering white satin with a black, flowery lace overlay.

She picked out a pair of white, strappy stilettos and slipped them on, before stepping back in front of the full-length mirror. Ginny gushed as Hermione turned this way and that, examining the dress and shoes from every angle. She ran a single finger over the almost unnoticeable white scar on her shoulder and smiled.

“So you like it?” Hermione asked for the hundredth time, looking at her reflection critically and pursing her lips.

“Do I like it? Do I like it?” Ginny laughed, “Hermione you look amazing!” She circled the older woman looking up and down tapping a finger on her lips as she went. With a grin, she reached up and freed Hermione’s hair so that it cascaded in tight curls down her back and over her shoulders. Ginny grinned wider, “Perfect. Now me!”

Ginny was looking at dresses for the wedding and had chosen a simple white halter dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up to the hip. She slipped into a pair of similar white stiletto shoes and posed for Hermione.

“You look so beautiful, Ginny,” Hermione said, grinning, “And your red hair really clashes well against the white.” She looked down then back up at the mirror that reflected them both. “I wish I could be glamorous like you, Gin.”

“Hermione! What are you …” Ginny started, but was distracted and suddenly blushed as she looked at something behind them. “Oh, hello there, Sirius,” she turned and grinned widely at him.

Hermione swung around to see Sirius striding towards them, “Hello there ladies, I needed a suit for the wedding myself, fancy seeing you here.” He threw them a roguish grin as he drew closer. His eyes settled on Hermione for a long moment before shifting to Ginny.

“Well --” Ginny struck a pose and fluttered her eyelashes at Sirius, “How do we look?”

He looked between them again, “Ravishing,” he rasped before taking Ginny into his arms and dancing her in a tight circle and dipping her low.

Hermione felt her stomach drop and suddenly no longer wanted to try on dresses. She quickly swept back into her change room, pausing just in time to see Sirius dip Ginny low and smile into her perfect blue eyes. She shut the door quietly and let the dress that she had found so perfect before, drop to her feet and pulled on her red leather pants and sleeveless black top.

“Damn!” she thought as she felt tears fall down over her cheeks, “How could I be so stupid. Of course he would never pick a plain bookworm over a luscious redhead.” And she knew that there would always be someone – someone prettier, more glamorous, sexier and that he would choose them over her. “Damn it! Why does this have to be so complicated?” she hung the dress back onto the hanger and pulled her hair back into a tight knot. “Why does this have to hurt so much?”

Hermione took a deep breath and another before opening her door and returning to the room to find Harry, looking slightly unsettled between a guilty looking Sirius and a flushed Ginny. There was no question as to what had happened while Hermione was changing.

She refused to meet Sirius eyes as she took her dress back to the sales girl. “No, I don’t think this is what I’m looking for, but thank you.”

“What?” Ginny cried and grabbed Hermione’s arm, “Hermione, that dress was perfect.”

She shook her head and looked away. “Yeah, it was, but wasted on me,” she smiled and shrugged at her friend, “You should definitely get your dress though, you look really beautiful, Gin.”

Ginny, who still looked confused, glanced at her reflection again, “Yeah, but I can’t afford this. I was just trying on dresses for fun.”

Hermione laughed, glad for the change of topic and pulled out her Gringots Gold Card. “No, Gin every girl deserves one dress like that.” She held up her hand to forestall any arguments. “My treat … and any …” But her words were cut short when she was suddenly knocked back by a bear hug from the crying Ginny, repeating over and over, “Thank you, Thank you.”

Harry slung an arm over her shoulders as they walked out. Ginny was grinning from ear to ear, and Sirius followed behind. He’d tried a couple of times to gain her attention, but so far, she had managed to avoid his eyes and divert attention to other topics.

When they arrived at the Three Broomsticks, Fred and George were laughing boisterously with Madam Roselitta. Hermione felt her spirits rise at the sound, as they always did when she was with the twins. They just had a way of making things so much simpler and so much more fun. On seeing her, both men grinned broadly and spread their arms wide.

“Granger!” they yelled in unison and she was immediately engulfed in two sets of strong Weasley arms. “Merlin, we missed you.” One of them murmured into her hair and she returned the sentiment to both.

Sitting at a large table together with Sirius at the bar buying the first round, the conversation flowed thick and fast. Hermione smiled brightly again for the first time since she’d watched Sirius and Ginny and she teased and laughed with the others. Sirius came back with an arm full of drinks, a skill he had mastered some time in his younger life, before Azkaban, and laid them out, joining the conversation instantly, laughing jovially. Hermione felt his piercing blue eyes settle on her again, but refused to meet them.

Ginny was laughing as she poked Fred. “I will never know how you two managed to find two birds, marry, and impregnate them both at the same time. You know that’s kind of creepy.”

They all laughed and Hermione pitched in, “Synchronized dating and married life.”

“I think it could be an Olympic category,” Harry joked and they both laughed harder at the wizards’ confused looks.

“That reminds me --” Hermione looked pointedly at the twins, “I bags first snuggles when your twin daughters are born, both sets.”

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment, communicating in their secret twin language before turning to her with wide grins. “Actually we wanted to talk to you about that as well,” said George.

“We’ve been talking it over --” started Fred

“-- with Veronica and Miranda.”

“And we’ve agreed that we want you --”

“-- to be their Godmother.”

Hermione’s eyes flew wide, and her hands slapped over her mouth. “You - what? But I thought with … well, you know …” Her mind flicked to that night they had come across her meeting with Lucius, the duel, her confession, but she pushed it back. She didn’t want to remember that night now.

The twins looked at her sternly, their eyes full of love and affection. “There is no one that we trust as much as you Hermione,” George said with a smile.

“Hey!” Ginny snapped but they ignored her.

“We could never feel comfortable —”

“—unless, we knew for sure that they would be under your protection —“

“—if anything happened to us.”

The tears fell freely and all she could manage was a trembling nod as Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek warmly. She laughed when he accidentally knocked over her glass. With a twinkle of her fingers and a silent charm the glass was once again upstanding the drink was safely back inside. Fred and George exchanged an amused and knowing look while Hermione fended off the questions about her use of wandless magic. She finally ended the inquiries with an exclamation that she needed the bathroom and dashing off.

Once she was out of sight, Sirius turned his attention quickly to the twins. “There’s a story here, isn’t there?” His tone was firm and his eyes blank as he spoke, “Did something happen to ‘Mione?”

“Yep, there is indeed a story here,” said Fred.

“And it’s a doozie.”

“But it’s not ours to tell.”

“Hermione will tell you when, she’s ready.”

Fred looked darkly around the table, “And you will not force her to tell it, until she’s ready.”

They both grinned broadly again, “So, who wants to check out the new shop after lunch?”

The twins expertly turned every ones attention to the shop and their plans for it, so when Hermione returned she was relieved to see that she was no longer the centre of attention. Fred threw her a wink when he saw her relieved look and George blew her a kiss, which she caught as she sat and joined the conversation.

~*~*~

While the other three gushed and explored the new shop, the twins pulled Hermione aside and they sat together, her between them on the brown sofa.

“So what happened this morning? We felt the danger signal, but then it was back to calm, so we decided to wait,” George murmured into her hair, his arm around her back.

“We know that you don’t like us interfering —”

“—and we know that you can take care of yourself.” The both laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes and snuggled her head into Fred’s shoulder, smelling his spicy aftershave.

“Thank you,” she smiled as George wound his arm around her middle, “That Slitherin girl, Parkinson threw an illegal curse at me. I ducked and it hit Snape.”

“It hit Snape?” Fred said with barely concealed amusement.

“That’s -- um – awful,” George said, his face straight, but his shoulders shuddering.

Hermione slapped them both and struggled to get up, laughing as they pulled her back down and squealing when they tickled her. After they settled down, she lay her head back on Fred’s shoulder and closed her eyes.

George gave her a squeeze and smiled into her hair, “Everything alright, Pet?”

She breathed and sighed, “I’m thinking that maybe you were right. I should drop out now and get on with my life.”

“What?” Both Fred and George sat up, shocking her, just as the other three were approaching.

“Problem?” Sirius drawled and raised his brow as both Fred and George sent him a dark look.

“Hermione Granger, what are you talking about?” George said sternly, taking her hand in his.

“You will do no such thing!” Fred added, taking her other hand.

“Why the hell not?” Hermione snapped, “A few months ago you were begging me to drop out, you had more reasons and excuses and threats then I’ve ever heard for anything.”

“Drop out?” both Harry and Ginny cried and she noticed Sirius gritting his teeth.

“Granger,” Fred started “the last time we asked you to ditch that Deathtrap—”

“—what did you say to us?”

Hermione nibbled at her lip and looked down at her hands.

“’Mione?” Sirius’ voice made her start and she looked up briefly before averting her eyes again.

“I said, I said that this was my legacy. My final score, the fact that I managed to learn and master so much was going to be a clear signal to both purebloods and muggleborns that breeding is nothing. That success is all about determination and hard work. To prove that they were wrong about me being weak and worth little because I wasn’t born to a rich wizard family.”

Fred tucked a stray hair behind her ear, “You are representing every muggleborn, werewolf,” he laughed, “part giant who ever wanted to live a normal life in the wizarding world.”

“If you throw it all in now, it will be worth nothing,” George added.

“And you’ll never forgive yourself,” Fred placed a finger under her chin and turned her face so he could meet her eyes, “You’re not alone, Pet.”

Harry knelt in front of her and stroked her cheek. “Hermione, love I’m so sorry that I haven’t been the most reliable friend. Nevertheless, I love you, and I’m here now. I’ll always be here for you.”

She smiled at him through her tears. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry,” she shrugged and gave him a watery smile, “It’s been a long day.”

~*~*~

They drove back to the castle in silence and Harry was reluctant to leave her alone when they arrived, but she promised that she just needed some time to rest and that seemed to put him at ease.

Once again, she and Sirius were left alone, but this time, Hermione knew exactly what she wanted to do. It was time to draw the line and move on.

Sirius took her arm and pulled her around to face him, “’Mione, Angel you need to listen to me. I can exp—”

“No,” she said and pushed his hand forcefully away, “I thought that I could be around you and – with you – and that everything would be alright, but I can’t.” She closed her eyes tightly and fisted her hands for a moment. “Look at me, Sirius! Do I look all right to you? Watching you parade your endless line of women around is one thing, but being passed over for …” She took a shuddering breath, “It hurts too much Sirius.”

“Please, just listen to me,” Sirius’ voice pleaded with her, desperation flashing in his eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Casanova?” she said softly, hastily wiping away the tears that were falling onto her cheeks. “I can’t be one of them; I won’t be one of those pathetic groupies, waiting around for you to get a spare second in which to be with them. I know very well what I am: a plain, bossy, bookworm. And there is always going to be someone else, someone prettier, smarter, sexier than me, and I deserve to be more then a consolation prize.”

“Angel, I’ve never thought of you like …”

She backed away shaking her head as she went. “I won’t break my heart over you. I think it would be best if you kept your distance from now on. Just for a while. I‘m so sorry.”

She turned and walked quickly away towards the entrance. If she had chosen to look back, she would have seen his head drop. He swore savagely as he watched her back, her hips swayed, her hair tamed in a tight knot. She had looked so damn delectable in that obscenely little dress, her hair falling over her shoulders, those long luscious legs just begging to be caressed and kissed. He knew that if he touched her he would never be able to let her go.

~*~*~

After a nap, Hermione woke realizing that she had missed dinner and that it was time for her 11 PM round. “Well, at least I remember the important things,” she chuckled as she fixed her hair in the mirror. Her rounds went without a hitch, everyone seemed to be where they should be and she was relieved, not being in the mood for any confrontations.

She found herself outside the infirmary and with a quick check around; she snuck in and sat by Professor Snape’s bed. She took his large hand in hers and gripped it tightly as she sat by him. She cared about him deeply and found him dangerously sexy, but she wasn’t in love with him.

She felt him shift and scooted closer. “Severus?”

“Hermione,” his voice was rough with the hint of amusement, “What are you doing here?”

“I had to make sure you were alright,” she said and tightened her grip on his hand.

They sat in silence for a few minutes and she enjoyed the way his thumb stroked her hand.

“What was that potion you were working on with Helen?”

“Oh, it was a kind of binding potion, rather like Remus’ Wolfbane Potion, to hold in her sexual energy. So she could, you know be with a man and know that there won’t be any more mind swapping, in case her fantasy skips to another man.” She laughed breathlessly, “That was one bizarre problem, and surprisingly fun to tackle.”

Snape laughed and shook his head, “Always the know-it-all.” His brow knitted for a moment, “Just a minute, did you say mind swap?”

Hermione giggled, “He didn’t tell you did he?” She groaned, “Sirius is such a bloody child.”

Snape suddenly sat up, “She was thinking about me? While with him?”

Hermione grinned, “Yeppas.”

She didn’t miss the little smile that touched his lips as he lay back, “You like her, don’t you.”

Snape moaned and glared at her. “It makes no bloody sense. She’s so damn bubbly and … peppy,” he grimaced at the distasteful words.

Hermione stood and sat on the bed, stroking his cheek, and then through his hair, this was one of the few moments when she would see him like this. “A ray of sunshine in your darkened dungeon? You know they say opposites attract.”

His hand covered his eyes, “They are a bunch of moronic imbeciles.”

Hermione gave him a cheeky smile, “You know for a master duelist you were pretty slow on your feet back there.” She let out a quiet laughing squeal as, with a growl, he reached up and pulled her down onto his bed, trapping her under his larger body.

“I want to hear that story Miss Granger,” he murmured with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“Are you sure you want to hear about the perfect know-it-all being seduced by the Dark Arts?” she looked away from him, “You’ll be disappointed with me.”

Snape lifted her chin and forced her to meet his almost black eyes. “Never. You will never disappoint me, Hermione.” He brushed his lips over hers. “However, I have another, more urgent problem you need to help me with.” He grinned wickedly and she sighed and arched under him as he pressed his growing hardness against her.

“You must think I’m a terrible bastard,” he growled against her mouth.

Hermione chuckled, “I know exactly where I stand with you, the only way I would think you a bastard is if you stopped.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” he snarked, his eyes flashing, and helped her pull the sleeveless black top over her head. Her bra and pants followed, as did his own robes.

This was the first time they had ever been truly naked together and Hermione revelled in the feel of his much taller, broader body above hers. His mouth captured hers in a passionate and demanding kiss while her hands explored his firm and surprisingly muscular body.

A thought suddenly struck her and her eyes flew wide. “Sev…” But he shushed her. “But what if…” He shushed her words again as his knee parted her thighs. “Anyone could walk in…”

“Now there’s a thought.” He murmured into her ear, before covering her mouth with his large hand and thrusting himself forcefully all the way to the hilt. His eyes shut tight and his mouth fell wide as he fought to control the blinding pleasure of being inside her unbearably tight cunt.

Her scream of pained pleasure was muffled by his large hand. She arched against him and wound her legs around his waist to bring him deeper. She could smell firewhisky on his hot breath and she felt her body thrill at the sound of his rough ragged pants. His eyes flickered open and she gasped at the raw lust, catching fire all over again. An evil smile twisted his lips and his eyes glinted. She felt a rush of fear of this man who had her completely at his mercy, and was vexed to feel her body responding with an even stronger wave of desire.

He pulled almost all the way out, slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, grinning widely down at her before plunging back inside, hard and deep, a low, animalistic grunt bursting from his lips.

Severus thrust into her hard and fast, his lank black hair falling into her eyes and his hand still covering her mouth to muffle the rapturous moans falling from her lips. “You’re not a whore, Hermione.” He whispered desperately into her ear, his cock ramming deep over and over. “Not to me - you‘re brilliant - beautiful.” His thrusts became erratic and she felt him trembling above her. “Bloody hell! So tight - So good - come for me.” His hushed voice cracked in her ear.

His voice, his thick pounding cock, his hand over her mouth, all sent her spiralling over the edge as she came hard, another scream muffled against his hand and she felt him thrust once, twice, then again, deep, violent, and quickly removed his hand to muffle his own cries of completion against her welcoming mouth, where she accepted them willingly and swallowed them as though dying of thirst.

Much later she felt his calm even breathing as sleep took him. She kissed his oddly smiling mouth and left silently.