Remember

CHAPTER 14: Protecting What is His







The house was finally quiet after hours of listening to the Snape’s fight. Tobias was brutal and insulting and on more than one occasion Hermione imagined that things had gotten very physical. Then suddenly all was quiet as she lay in her bed staring at the chipped paint where the wall met the ceiling. She figured that Eileen had more than likely cast a silencing spell. Hermione rolled over in her bed and stared at the door, she wondered how Severus was doing.









Tobias Snape staggered shirtless into the hall, he bounced off of the wall and made his way through the darkness to the end. He stopped in front of the bathroom door then squinted, barely making out the guestroom door a few feet away. He smirked slightly and bypassed the bathroom, heading towards where he knew the young witch slept. He had tried to shag his wife, but he just couldn’t get it up for the cold bitch, perhaps the sweet, hot body of a younger woman would get his juices flowing.







He reached for the doorknob then jerked back when a stream of red light shot from the other side of the hall and burned his hand. He pressed his back to the wall, clutching his hand against his chest. Severus was illuminated by the light of the curse briefly and Tobias could see that his son would kill him without a second thought.







“Go near her and I will end you, do you understand me?” Severus asked, his voice deep and even as he stared at his sire.







“Awfully possessive for one so young aren’t we, Severus?” Tobias asked, trying to sound menacing but he only ended up sounding frightened.







“She is mine, and I will protect her no matter what it takes.” He said softly, stepping into the hall.









“You can’t watch her all the time, boy.” Tobias sneered.







“There will be no need for me to. In the morning you will pack up your things and you will leave this house never to return. Before I head back to school the protection wards will be altered to no longer allow you access, an oversight on my part that should have been seen to long ago.” Severus said slowly. “I am not above using an unforgivable, not on you. Let me tell you, the cruciatus curse alone would cause you so much pain I can guarantee that you would go mad from it.”









“You wouldn’t risk going to prison….I know enough about you and your freakish world to know that you would rot away in that prison.” Tobias said smugly, backing up suddenly when Severus got within an inch of his father’s face.









“You underestimate me, Father. I am more skilled in the dark arts than you could possibly comprehend. I am versed in spells that can flay the flesh from your bones, burn you alive. I can brew potions that will turn your body inside out, make you vomit your own innards, liquefy your internal organs. I can get into your head; I can alter your memories until the nightmares drive you mad. Do you honestly believe I could know of these things and not know how to shield the magic from being detected?” Severus practically growled, smiling with satisfaction as his father’s eyes widened and he began to cower.









“I never should have married her…I should have known any brat I got on her would be a freak.” Tobias spat.









“I never want to see you again, stay away from me, stay away from my mother, and stay away from Hermione.” Severus pressed his wand against his father’s jugular. “Or I will kill you and no one will ever know. You will simply cease to exist in any form, there will be nothing left of you for anyone to find.”









“You are a psychopath!” Tobias said, his eyes wide as he slid along the wall and practically ran towards the bathroom.









“If you only knew.” Severus whispered into the dark before he seated himself against the wall outside of Hermione’s room. He didn’t trust Tobias not to go after her and he wouldn’t take a chance and leave her unprotected.





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Hermione heard Severus and his father exchanging words in the hall, saw the red flicker of a curse being thrown beneath the door. She listened as Tobias fled and Severus settled onto the floor outside her door. She pulled her wand from beneath her pillow, just in case, and crept across the room to the door.







She opened it and jumped when Severus fell backwards at her feet, staring up at her. She smiled and crouched down by his head.







“Were you planning to sleep in the hall?” She asked.







“Yes. I want you safe.” He said, sitting up and climbing slowly to his feet. “Go back to bed.” He said softly. She smiled and gave the door a shove so that it closed completely, leaving them in the darkness of her room with only the dim light from the window.







“Come with me.” She said, reaching for his hand and pulling him with her.







“No, I can’t…” Despite his protests he allowed her to pull him anyhow.









“You can protect me more easily if you are in bed with me.” She said, stopping at her bedside and reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and shoving it up. She smirked slightly when he let her tug the garment over his head and toss it to the floor before attacking his jeans.







“Perhaps I should keep those on.” He replied hoarsely, feeling his cock begin to stir at her nearness.







“You can’t sleep in your jeans, Severus, you would be terribly uncomfortable and I wont like feeling them brushing up against my legs. You don’t want to chafe my skin do you?” She taunted, pushing his stalling hands away so she could pop the button and lower the zipper. “Wait…you are wearing something underneath aren’t you?” She asked, recalling that he was naked when she crawled into bed with him the morning she met Lucifer.







“Uh…yes…I have shorts on.” He croaked when she shoved his pants down over his hips and they fell to the floor around his bare feet. “Fuck its cold in here!” He said suddenly, shivering as he stood with the witch at her bedside in his shorts and nothing else. He couldn’t see her well in the darkness; he could barely make out the thin nightshirt she was wearing as she climbed into the bed and moved back against the wall, holding the blankets back. He could see the sparkle of her eyes in the dim light from the window as he climbed in beside her, tucking his wand beneath the pillow.







“We are going to make a habit of this, I can tell…what happens when we get back to school and we are used to sleeping together?” He asked as she snuggled against him, sliding her thigh over one of his and resting her head on his shoulder.







“We will figure it out.” She said, yawning softly and snuggling closer. “Goodnight, Severus.” She whispered, brushing a light kiss against his shoulder.







“Goodnight.” He replied, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He held her close and listened to her slow, even breathing as she drifted off to sleep. He knew it would be some time before he joined her. He thought about how he had tried to avoid her, tried not to let her in but she pressed and she pushed until she had found a warm place for herself beneath his skin, in his heart. He knew he was falling in love with her, even though he had no real concept of what love actually was, he knew that it was what he was beginning to feel for her. He would love her, she would leave him and old Dumbledore would remove his memories of the one, sweet, innocent thing in his life. It was unfair; life was unfair and always had been for Severus Snape.







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Severus couldn’t breathe; something was blocking his access to oxygen and was crushing him in the process. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly only to slam them closed quickly once more. The sun was shining through the window, glaring off of the snow covering the earth and making its light even more brilliant. He grunted and turned his head away from the window and opened his eyes again.







He looked down to find a sleeping Hermione sprawled over him. He shoved her hair from his face and wondered just how the witch ended up laying on top of him, her legs tucked between his, her arms wrapped around his chest while she basically used him as a mattress. It explained why he felt like he was being crushed. She had her head resting against his shoulder and before he had turned his head her face was barely an inch from his and they were trying to breathe the same air, thus the feeling he couldn’t breathe, she was stealing all the oxygen.







He turned his head back to stare at her, her cheeks were flushed from sleep and she was smiling. She wriggled slightly and it was like a punch in his stomach as she pressed her soft belly into his arousal. He moaned and her eyes opened slowly.





“Good morning.” She whispered, brushing her lips across his lightly and shifting against him once more.







“Stop it.” He hissed, unable to prevent himself from lifting his hips against her.







“You stop it.” She smiled, squealing when he rolled her off of him.







“You are too bold, witch.” Severus growled as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. “You make me forget everything else…how can I keep you safe if you constantly make me lose my head?”







“Apparently I’m not doing a very good job of it since I am still in possession of my virginity.” She said huffily. Severus glanced back over his shoulder, his black eyes glittering as he stared at her through lowered lids.









“Barely, witch…cherish it while you have it.” He whispered, smirking when her eyes widened in astonishment at the threat. He reached for his jeans and tugged them on roughly. He stood at the bedside, his eyes locked on her bare thighs beneath the barely decent nightshirt. “Tobias is still in the house. Gather what you need to bathe and come with me.” He said, reaching for her hand and tugging her from the bed.







“Why?” She asked as she withdrew a long skirt and light jumper from a drawer. She gathered up clean underwear and her toiletry bag, remembering to grab her wand at the last minute before following Severus across the hall into his room.







“I won’t leave you alone as long as he is here.” He said, gathering his own things and walking into the bathroom. He held the door open and gestured for her to enter. She gave him a puzzled look and entered the bathroom to set her things on the counter while Severus closed and locked the door.







“Are you joining me in the bath?” She asked. She wanted to laugh when he blushed.









“No…I’ll uh….I’ll turn my back and shave while you take your bath.” He said before reaching into a cabinet and grabbing towels and washcloths. He handed her a stack of linens and turned to the sink as he began to set out his shaving supplies.







Hermione stared at his bare back for several moments, admiring the lean muscled contours of it honed by his morning swims. She wondered if adult Severus indulged in morning dips in the hot spring and if he still possessed the lean musculature beneath his severe black robes. She shook her head to clear her wayward thoughts and plugged the drain before turning on the taps to fill the tub.









Severus was watching her reflection in the mirror as she pulled the nightshirt up and over her head then tossed it to the floor. Her messy curls tumbled down her back, the ends brushing the swell of her bottom covered in pink cotton. He closed his eyes when she tucked her fingers into the waistband of the knickers and pushed them down. His fingers were biting into the edge of the counter. He jumped when he felt her brush against his arm.







“Are you alright?” She asked, reaching into her bag for a clip to hold her hair up. Severus looked over to find her covered from breast to thigh in a thick white towel.







“Yes…what are you doing?” He asked as she leaned against the counter.









“I’m waiting for the tub to fill, why?” She saw him swallow hard and look away.









“Perhaps it would be better for you to stand behind me…” He gulped, his eyes drifting once more to the tempting swell of her breasts over the towel.







“Does my being naked bother you?” She asked, smiling. She really didn’t possess much in the way of modesty, nudity didn’t bother her as she was accustomed to having little or no privacy and Harry and Ron weren’t exactly shy, she had seen their goods on more than one occasion. She had even walked up on the entire male half of the Weasley clan skinny dipping in the lake by the burrow. “You have seen me, Severus, touched me…”







“In the dark.” He muttered softly, breathing deeply in and out. Hermione smiled softly and slid along the counter so that she was in front of him. Their eyes met and she could feel the heat emanating off of him in waves. He was maintaining tight control over his body’s reaction to her closeness. She reached up, grasped the towel where it was tucked between her breasts and opened it, letting him see her in all her naked glory.







“So look at me in the light.” She said softly, nervously biting her lip as she wondered if he liked what he saw.







Severus stopped breathing. He couldn’t force air into his lungs, he couldn’t move, he was completely paralyzed by the witch put her body on display for him. She was stunning. Her body full and rounded, womanly. Her breasts were full and tipped with the sweetest tawny nipples that he wanted to take between his lips. He let his eyes trail lower, over the soft swell of her stomach to the tight thatch of curls at the juncture of her soft, rounded thighs.





She was a goddess and some distant part of him whispered that she would grow more beautiful and even more lush she grew older. He fisted his hands at his sides, gasping, nearly choking as he forced air into his lungs.







“Cover yourself.” The words were barely audible and were completely lacking in conviction. He really didn’t want her to cover herself, he wanted to stand there and stare at her, to touch her.







“You are disappointed in the light of day?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly as she moved to cover herself. Severus felt the guilt hit him like a stone, sensed the rejection she felt as she colored and ducked her head, closing the towel. He reached for her then, his hands sliding around her waist as he moved into her, pressing his naked torso against hers when the towel slipped from her hands in her surprise.









“No, gods no, I am not disappointed.” He whispered hotly in her ear, sending little shivers down her spine. “How can you even begin to think that?” He lifted her onto the counter, reaching into his back pocket for his wand and flicking it behind him distractedly to turn off the taps before the tub overflowed. He laid it on the counter near her hip and took her hand, pressing it against the sizable erection pressing against the front of his jeans. “Does it feel like I was disappointed?” He asked, moving her hand over him slowly. She whimpered softly, pulling her hand free and tugging at the fastenings of his jeans until she could slide her hand inside just as she took his lips with her own.











A muffled groan was swallowed by her mouth as Hermione sucked on Severus’s lips, her tongue sliding boldly into his mouth as her hands slid inside his shorts and she wrapped her fingers around the silky, hot length of his shaft. She whimpered into his mouth as she sized him up with her fingers. Her touch gentle and soothing as her fingertips slid up and down his cock, brushing over the head and around the flanged crest. Severus tore his lips from hers when her fingernail skimmed the underside and his cock leapt in her hand.







“Damn it…stop.” He panted. She tightened her grip, her thumb spreading the thick fluid beginning to leak from his tip.







“No…I can’t, I need to touch you.” She said, pressing her lips to his throat, she licked and nipped at the chorded tendons. The hand that wasn’t torturing his cock slowly began shoving his jeans and shorts down. Severus’s head was spinning, he felt lightheaded and his knees were shaking, threatening to drop him to the floor. He felt his clothes drop to the floor around his ankles and he knew he was in trouble, deep trouble.









“Hermione…not here…” He croaked. He didn’t want to do it on the bathroom counter in the same house with his parents, especially not with his father near by. She wasn’t listening to him; she was following the demands of her body as she brought her legs up around his hips and pulled him against her.







“I want you.” She whispered, shifting her hips so that the tip of his erection nudged her slick opening.







“Merlin, I want you too but not here.” He said, pulling his wayward arousal from the temptation of her moist heat.







“I feel like I am burning up.” She said, sucking strongly on the base of his throat as she gripped him firmly and brushed his tip over the aching bud of her sex.







“Damn it.” He hissed, shoving her hand away and gripping her thighs as he began slide his length between her silken folds but never penetrating her. She cried out softly, her head falling back and baring her throat for him. He placed soft kisses along the smooth line, nibbling gently on the lobe of her ear as he continued to slide through the wet folds of her sex, fighting the urge to thrust inside her. “You are making me crazy! I am trying so hard….to do the right….thing by you…” The friction of rubbing against her was enough to bring his own orgasm close to the surface; he wanted her pleasure more than his own, however.







“Severus.” She breathed his name, her hands biting into his shoulders and her heels digging into his bum as the heat began to build low in her belly until it became unbearable and she broke apart in his arms. Severus smothered her cries with his mouth, thrusting harder against her until his release shot across her stomach in rough, sticky spurts that left him exhausted and struggling to breathe. “Oh, Severus.” She sighed, a soft smile on her face as she relaxed against him.







Severus held her to him, amazed that he had managed not to take her fully. He shuddered as the aftershocks of release ran through him. He kicked his clothing aside and pulled her into his arms, his hands still braced beneath her thighs. She yelped in surprise, her arms tightening around his neck as he turned them and stepped into the tub, settling in with the witch in his lap. They didn’t move or speak, they simply held each other for a long while and enjoyed the quiet moments and tender feelings of budding love.







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So yeah, Tobias is a dick...now do you see why Sev tries so hard to be a gentleman...he doesnt want to be like his dad...but never fear...shes breaking him down and soon there will be nowhere left to run LOL