Love is Blind

Chapter 15

Severus woke up to see the most exquisite sight he could
ever imagine. Hermione was lying on her side facing him, the blanket had
slipped from her body exposing her naked curves to his hungry eyes. She was
beautiful. He couldn’t deny that, especially now as he saw her in all her
glory. He decided that he could really get used to waking up to this view.

Hermione had brought out sides of Severus that he
thought were lost long ago. He lay there reminiscing about the last time he
found himself waking up next to a beautiful woman. He and Lily had made love in
the Astronomy Tower after the Halloween Ball in their sixth year. The next
morning, they were found by none other than Sirius Black. By the Christmas hols
she had broken everything off with him and had barely spoken to him again.

His heart ached at the memory of his first love, but
at the same time it overflowed with love for the woman lying beside him. He
reached out and gently brushed a tendril of hair out of her face. She was
everything he could ever want or need in his life. He prayed that this wasn’t
just a fling and that he would have the chance to show her exactly what she
meant to him.

Severus’ thumb gently rubbed across the scarred
flesh over her eyes. She didn’t deserve this… pain. At that moment Severus
promised himself that he would someday be able to wake up to her beautiful
brown eyes looking back at him. He let his fingers slide down her shoulder,
over her ribs, caressing the curve of her hip. A small hum came from her as she
shifted closer to him.

“Good morning,” she smiled.

“Good morning, indeed,” he said, placing a kiss on
her forehead.

She snuggled closer to him, her hands roaming over
his chest, shoulders and back. She wished that he could stay with her, but she
knew that he had classes today and it wouldn’t be fair for her to lock him up
in her rooms and do with him whatever she wished. No matter how tempting that
was at that moment. Last night had been amazing. She always suspected that
Snape had a passionate side, but never expected the love and adoration that
Severus showered on her. Yesterday she was falling for him. This morning she
knew she had fallen hard and was hopelessly in love with Severus Snape.

She could feel him staring at her. She wished that
she could see his eyes and the emotion burning in them. Her fingers moved up to
his face, caressing his cheeks, nose, forehead and mouth. She could feel that
he was smiling, his mouth was turned up and the corners of his eyes crinkled.
“I like it when you smile,” she whispered and pulled him in to capture his lips
with hers.

The kiss was full of passion, hands wandering,
teasing each other. Hermione could feel his erection pressing into her leg. Her
hand slowly smoothed over his chest, playing with the fine hair there. Her fingers
then followed the trail down his abdomen, which felt very tight and muscular.
She wondered what he was truly hiding under his robes. If he looked half as
good as he felt, damn! Her hand continued downward, nestling in the
thick curls at the base of his penis. She heard a strangled breath from him as
she wrapped her fingers around his arousal.

Before she could start stroking him, he pulled her
hand away. A look of confusion flashed across her face. He saw it and kissed
her, assuring her that indeed he wanted her. “Hermione, love, if we start this,
we will stay in this bed all day. I want you; don’t doubt that. I would like
nothing more than to make love to you again, but I have classes that I cannot
miss.”

“I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“No, don’t apologize. Please, don’t apologize. I
will gladly continue this at a later time, but we have breakfast to attend,
classes to teach and potions to brew.” He kissed her again, promising her that
later, indeed would be quite enjoyable. “However, we do have enough time for a
quick shower before breakfast.”

A devilish smile flitted across her face. “Are you
sure that’s a good idea? I may just have to ravage you in there then,” she said
silkily as she planted butterfly kisses over his shoulders and chest.

“Hmmmm,” he moaned at the sensations she was causing
to flow through his body. “I don’t think I would be able to argue. We
definitely don’t have time to make love and then shower, but we may just be
able to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.” He grasped her hand and
pulled her into his arms. Sweeping her up, he carried her into the bathroom.

What started out as an innocent shower quickly
turned into a passion-filled affair. Their kisses were hungry and their hands
were adventurous. Severus found himself lost in touch and in the sounds of her
cries of passion, which echoed reverently throughout the room. She was so soft
and warm. She tasted sweet and smelled heavenly. His mind wandered to how
wonderful she felt in his arms last night, and how she, for some ungodly
reason, wanted him and wanted him to stay. He was brought back to reality when
he felt her small hands firmly grasp his buttocks, pulling him closer.

Her hands moved slowly from his behind to the front
of his thighs. Her touch was causing shivers to run up his spine. Power flowed
through her fingertips into his body and he knew that he would never be able to
deny her. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked gently. He couldn’t
stop a low growl from escaping his lips, and it seemed to urge her on. He threw
his head back as he felt her lower herself to kneel in front of him. When she
softly kissed his head, his knees went weak. Before he could fall, she wrapped
her arms around his hips holding him still.

His heavy-lidded eyes looked down at the beautiful
woman pleasuring him. Her lips were wrapped around him, stroking him
deliciously. He was reminded of the shower daydream from the previous morning.
This was the perfect manifestation of his mind’s ultimate fantasy. He ran his
fingers through her wet head of curls, gently thrusting himself into her mouth.
He was getting closer as she hastened her ministrations. Suddenly, he reached
down and lifted her by the arms, immediately covering her lips with his in a
fierce kiss.

“Love, please, not that way,” he whispered huskily
against her mouth. Wrapping his arms around her, he turned them around and
pressed her against the wall. Grasping her round bottom, he lifted her so that
she could wrap her legs around his waist. They both gasped as he thrust into
her pressing her harder against the tile. Soon Severus found a steady rhythm,
pulling almost completely out and then thrusting back in, filling her
completely.

Hermione had never felt so empowered as she did to
know that she had such an effect on a man. Severus was always so icy and
controlled. Who would have ever thought that she could make him hot and
bothered? She moaned his name when she felt his lips wrap around her nipple
sucking gently. That caused a new wave of heat to scream down her center and
she bucked fiercely against him. Before long, she was clawing at his shoulders,
crying his name to the Gods as she clenched around him, exploding into
passionate oblivion. Her cries mingled with his as the constriction around his
manhood tightened throwing him over the cliff to join her.

His legs were like jelly as he steadied himself and
let her down to stand on her own. He placed one more kiss soundly on her lips
before continuing the shower they started. After washing them both, Severus
guided her out of the shower, wrapping them both in a towel. A few charms later
they were both dry and dressed. He gently combed through her hair and pulled it
back from her face, fastening it with a cinching charm. After casting the
glamour over her eyes they walked out of her chambers and down to the Great
Hall. Needless to say, they were at least twenty minutes late to breakfast.

*

Albus Dumbledore smiled brightly when he saw Miss
Granger enter the Great Hall on Severus’ arm. She was smiling shyly, and he was
trying to hide his smile behind his usual scowl. Albus knew that Severus never
made it back to the dungeons last night. He had tried to call him by floo
around midnight. When there was no answer, Albus went to bed, knowing full well
where his Potions Master was. The smiles on their faces and the fact that they
were twenty-three minutes late, confirmed his suspicions.

Minerva McGonagall reached under the table and
placed her hand lovingly on Albus’ thigh. He chuckled lightly. “Brings back
memories, doesn’t it?” he asked as he looked at her, his eyes twinkling.

“You set them up didn’t you?” she asked. “You knew
full well, what would happen when you asked Hermione here to research the cure
for Remus. Didn’t you?”

“Minerva, my love, I just remembered a certain
Transfiguration Master that took on a partner and fell in love and figured if
it worked for me, it would work for Severus. Merlin knows he deserves it.” He
winked at her and smiled, knowing that she couldn’t deny that she was just as
happy for them as he was.

“You are a meddling old romantic, Albus,” she teased
before continuing with her breakfast.

“You love me despite my meddling, Minerva,” he
teased back. He laughed when she snorted and shook her head, he had hit the
nail on the head.

*

Severus and Hermione stood for a moment at the
entrance to the Great Hall. Her grip tightened on his arm when she heard the
gasps from around the tables. She wasn’t sure if they were shocked at the sight
of her or of Severus or of the fahat hat they were together. She could tell he
was smiling when he whispered to her, “It’s all right. You can do this.” She
nodded and they started to walk toward the Head table.

Suddenly Hermione’s toe got stuck in her robes and
she felt herself falling. Before she fell too far, Severus strong arms caught
her and pulled her up. Some relieved sighs echoed through the room, but amongst
them there were a few sniggers coming mainly from the Slytherin table.

“Twenty points from Slytherin, Mr. Ransbottom, for
lack of respect,” Severus barked. The boy started to retort but Severus cut him
off. “Would you like to make it forty? If I hear anymore from any of you, you
will have detention with me, and I will not be lenient. Now, close your
mouth, I don’t need to see your breakfast from that angle. You will learn, Mr.
Ransbottom, how to show respect to your teachers. Apologize to Miss Granger.”
There was a hesitation. “NOW!” Severus bellowed.

Hermione could feel Severus tense when the boy spoke
up. “But sir, she is not one of my tea…”

“MR. RANSBOTTOM! Miss Granger may not be one of your
teachers, but you will show her the same respect as you show me, which should
be more than what you are at this moment.”

The boy gave a weak, “I’m sorry.”

“Was that for myself or Miss Granger?” Hermione
could tell that Severus was angry, but he was in his element. He was having fun
scaring the piss out of the seventh year Slytherin.

“I’m sorry Miss Granger. Professor Snape.”

Severus squeezed Hermione’s hand, keeping her quiet.
“Very well, Mr. Ransbottom. Although, I will be seeing you after dinner y
oy
office for detention,” he growled. Then in the blink of an eye his voice
softened as he turned to Hermione, “Miss Granger, are you all right?” She
nodded and he lead her the rest of the way to the Head table. He pulled out a
chair and guided her into it. He slid into the chair next to her, catching the
headmaster’s twinkling eyes. Severus nodded to the old man then turned to his
plate.

As he started eating, he heard a soft giggle come
from Hermione. “Yes? And what, pray tell is so amusing?”

“I had been wondering if the snarky old Professor
Snape was still in there somewhere. You proved that he is indeed alive and
well, ready and willing to scare the hell out of the students. I was pleasantly
surprised. Thank you for defending me.”

Severus was still in ‘insufferable bastard’ mode and
gave a quick, “You’re welcome” under his breath.

“You’re scowling, aren’t you?” she prodded.

“And what gives you that idea?”
evereverus, I sat at those tables for seven years, you
always scowled. I am starting to recognize the mean old Potions Master we all
know and love.” She was being facetious and he knew it. That was one thing he
loved about her, her sarcastic sense of humor that she never failed to hide.

He gently placed his hand on her thigh and looked at
her. His voice was soft again. “However amusing you find my snarkiness, I
believe that breakfast is about to end and I muste sue sure that my lady has
eaten.” His demeanor softened and he let his hand gently caress her leg before
asking, “How is your breakfast? Do you need help?”

“Thank you, Severus. Porridge is rather an easy meal
to eat – only a spoon and a bowl. I don’t think I’ve made too much mes mess.
Have I?

He chuckled lightly. “No, love, you are doing fine.
I was just making sure.”

“Severus, Hermione, I am sorry to interrupt.” Albus
had walked over and put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “May I steal Miss
Granger for a moment? I will bring her down to the dungeons, when we’re through.”

“That’s fine, sir,” they answered in unison.

“Very well. Miss Granger?” He reached out and took
Hermione’s hand, helping her up. “Severus.” The headmaster nodded at him before
he guided Hermione out of a side door.

Severus looked down the table to see his colleagues
starting dumbly at him with stupid grins plastered on their faces. He ignored
them, rose from his seat and left the Hall, billowing robes and all.