The First Summer and Summer Series

Easter Break was a welcome relief to Hermione. Her studies were more concentrated and difficult now and her last exam papers had been tiring. Sometimes she envied Ron who was perfectly satisfied with a mediocre score. Hermione, however, demanded perfection from herself and she received it.

She looked at herself in the mirror with dissatisfaction. There were circles under her eyes and she looked a little pale from not eating properly. If she looked this bad during her second year, what would she look like by the end of her third and final year?

One thing was going to improve however and she looked forward to telling Severus about it when she got to Hogwarts that afternoon. Hermione, her roommate Julie and Ginny Weasley had found a house to let. The girls were really thrilled. No more noisy dorms with no privacy! And their very own kitchen to cook in. Now that Hermione was able to boil an egg and make toast, she was anxious to begin learning more ambitious dishes to surprise her lover.

The only drawback to the set up was that the girls had been obliged to find one more person to move in with them and share expenses in the four bedroom establishment. Their choice had been logical and pleasing to them but she was very afraid that Severus might view it differently. Ron was taking the extra room.

“He’ll deal with it,” Hermione assured herself. But although Severus and Ron had stopped their open hostilities, she wasn’t sure how much they actually trusted each other.


She was just putting away her case in the dungeon bedchamber when a pair of very familiar hands grabbed her from behind and lips began nibbling up the side of her neck.

“Mmm...” Hermione sighed, leaning back into his arms. “You have no idea of how good that feels!”

“I can make it feel even better,” Severus promised. “I thought you‘d never get here.”

Hermione turned and reached up to put her arms around his neck. “I got here as soon as I could.”

She closed her eyes and put her lips up to be kissed, but he did not kiss her. She opened her eyes again to find him staring at her strangely.

“Are you feeling quite well?” he asked.

“I’m exhausted. I might not have been eating and sleeping like I should have,” she admitted.

Severus stroked the side of her face with his hand. “It’s not worth ruining your health over.”

“It’s the only way I know how to be,” Hermione confessed. “Anyway, I have a lovely week off to be with you and rest.”

“And rest you shall!” he ordered. Severus picked her up and carried her to the bed and began peeling off her clothes.

“This isn’t rest!” she giggled.

“Yes it is,” he answered grimly. “You’re going to roll over and let me give you a massage then you’re going to have a nap while I go down to the kitchens and order you a special dinner.”

“Don’t be silly!”

“I’m never silly. Roll over!”

She was too tired to do anything other than comply. She felt his hands begin to smooth warm fragrant oil over her skin, soothing and manipulating her muscles. He concentrated on her shoulders, working out the knots of tension with strong fingers, leaving her limp. Then she felt his hands move lower, thumbs swirling in delicious circles on the small of her back.

Hermione couldn’t help giggling as he kneaded her bottom on his way down to her thighs. He gave her a light slap on a well-oiled cheek.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, not giggling!”

“I can’t help it,” she replied, then added saucily, “If I’m naughty will you spank me again?”

Severus exhaled in mock exasperation, “We’ll deal with you later, be assured.” He lightly flicked a finger in the dampness between her legs, making Hermione shiver, then moved down to rub her thighs, calves and ankles. When he finally reached her toes she had fallen into a deep sleep. He pulled a blanket up to cover her and kissed her hair. Then he went down to the kitchens to ask the house elves for a special meal.

Hermione opened her eyes to Severus offering her a glass of wine.

“Dinner’s keeping warm for you,” he announced, handing her the glass. “Did you have a nice rest?”

“Heavenly!” She took a sip of the wine then pulled on her silk kimono and joined him at the table. “It’s nice being home.”

Severus smiled handing her a plate, “It’s nice to hear you call it home.”

“Which reminds me,” Hermione began, “I have some news.”

“I expect you to clean that plate, Miss Granger! What’s your news?”

“Ginny, Julie and I took a lease on a house. We‘re moving out of the dorms.”

Severus raised an eyebrow in surprise, “You’ll have your own room? No more having to hang ribbons around the door handle to warn off your roommate when I‘m visiting?”

“I thought you’d like that!”

Severus took a sip of wine then chuckled darkly.

“What?” Hermione asked.

“I won’t have to run into Ron Weasley in the showers any more when I visit you.”

“Ah, yes, well, about that...” Hermione blushed and took a large swallow from her wine glass. She avoided looking into his eyes.

“Hermione,” Severus intoned ominously, “you’re not going to tell me something I don’t want to hear are you?”

She swallowed and looked up, “Well there are four bedrooms and Ron is Ginny’s brother.”

“Oh God!” Severus put his face in his hands in mock misery. “Why are you torturing me like this? I try. I really do try. But this is too much!”

“I thought you were getting along better with Ron!”

“Yes,” he sighed resignedly, “we do seem to be able to remain civil to one another these days. But I still don’t like him!”

He threw down his serviette in disgust and went into the kitchenette to bring out dessert.

“Strawberry mousse!” Hermione exclaimed. She glanced up at him with a wicked wink. “Do you want to take it into the bedroom?”

Severus looked at her in shocked surprise. “Where do you come up with such notions?” He plunged a spoon into the pink cream then looked up at Hermione still smirking at him. All thoughts of Ron Weasley vanished. “Alright then.” he replied.



Severus slowly licked a large sweet splash of strawberry mousse off of Hermione’s left breast. His tongue lingered on her nipple, gently swirling, then lips followed, sucking off ever vestige of moisture.

“I think this is the best mousse I ever tasted,” he commented as he loaded up the spoon once more and smeared a pink band down to her belly button. “Of course, it might be the dish it‘s served on.”

Hermione gasped as his tongue blazed a trail through the rosy cream. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had much of it yet.”

Severus finished licking her clean then loaded his index finger with a generous mouthful of sweetness for her to sample.

Hermione ate the mousse from his finger.

“Oh gods, that is good!” she enthused. “Please sir, may I have some more?”

Severus chuckled, dipped his finger again, then pulled in his breath sharply as she took his mousse-laden finger in her mouth and sucked, allowing her lips work sensually on his digit.

“Hermione,” he breathed, as he pulled his finger from her mouth. He lay back on the bed and anointed his own body with the sweet. He started at his neck and stopped just short of the dark curls of hair above his manhood.

“Please?” Severus begged, although he knew she wouldn‘t refuse.

She bent her head to his chest and began licking a tantalizing path down his skin. By the time she reached the stretch below his navel, he was quivering with suppressed desire. She could feel his hardness pressing against her as she moved and was not surprised when she finally lifted her head to see he was fully engorged, straining, tip oozing.

She bent her head to his arousal and kissed off the moisture she found there, the saltiness an interesting contrast to the sweet she had been consuming. Hermione lifted her hand and began to stroke him but his hips bucked uncontrollably and he pushed her away.

“Too close,” he murmured softly. “Let me touch you instead.”

The strawberry mousse was forgotten as he pushed her back and leaned over her. His mouth suckled a nipple while his fingers gently manipulated the little bud in her mound.

“Oh my Severus!”

While he pleasured her, Hermione ran her fingers through his hair and gently rasped his back with her fingernails. She grew wetter under his touch, so damp now that his fingers slid effortlessly between her thighs. Taking advantage of the slick moisture, he slipped first one, then two fingers into her depths, expertly hitting her g-spot. She parted her legs to their furthest extension, body trembling, gasping.

“Do you want me?” he whispered.

“Yes!”

“Now?”

“Yes! Now! Take me please!” she begged.

He pushed her onto her side, faced away from him.

“Severus!” she moaned, “What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” he whispered.

He bent her forward slightly then guided himsento nto her from behind. He pulled one of her legs back over his own to gain better access then reached around the front and began fingering her as his hips rocked into her in a steady rhythm from the rear. She gasped.

“Oh yes! That is brilliant!”

Severus eased his other hand under her body to hold her and, although the weight of her on his arm limited his movement, he managed to reach up and caress her breasts.

“Oh yes!” she groaned, “It’s so good! Don‘t stop!”

The combined elements of stimulation brought her to new heights of pleasure. She didn’t know which to concentrate on. Should she think of the gentle kneading of her breasts? Or his teeth biting softly at her shoulders and the back of her neck? His fingers were expertly manipulating the wet folds, dipping in perfect rhythm with the rocking of his hips. Best of all was the feeling of being whole, having him buried deep within her body, moving in a sensuous dance. Her consciousness climbed, reached and exploded.

Severus could feel her orgasm stroking him with a tantalizing pull. He wished she were facing him. He loved to watch her face as he brought her to climax. Even so, her ardent cries were alluring enough. He wanted to be closer to her, to be all encompassed by her and have her arms around him when he finally came. As soon as her body stilled he withdrew and rolled her onto her back.

“You’re not finished?” she asked in amazement.

“No my love, I’m not finished,” He mounted her, pulling her legs up around his waist as he plunged into her depths. “I just want to be on top,” he confessed. “Put your arms around me, Hermione. Hold me!”

Knowing he had already satisfied her, he allowed himself to be a little selfish with his own pleasure. He loved the feel of her holding him, caressing him, making him feel wanted and welcome. He immersed himself inside of her, thrusting to his own rhythm, eyes closed and concentrating on the wonderful feeling of her tight heat. She was so wet it was delaying his orgasm but whether that was a curse or a blessing he didn’t know. It was exquisite torment that seemed to go on forever. His breath was ragged and he was beginning to feel the buildup for his climax.

He was so lost in his own sensations he didn’t notice Hermione was also climbing to similar heights. Her second orgasm hit him unexpectedly. She suddenly moaned sensuously in his ear. Her depths began massaging his manhood in a firm grip that instantly tipped him over the edge into his own Elysium and tore a guttural cry from his lips. He almost sobbed into her shoulder as her body clutched him strongly, pulsating in perfect unison with his own. One body, one heart. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced and it seemed to go on forever. He lay gasping and weakly moaning on top of her. It was a few minutes before he could trust elf elf to speak.

“And when did we start having two orgasms so close together, Miss Granger?” Severus asked breathlessly as he rolled off of her and gave her a kiss.

“You object?”

“Hardly.”

He looked at her lovingly and ran his finger down her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Hermione answered. “It just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

Severus nodded.

“That’s what I keep telling Ginny,” she said.

“Ginny?”

“Mm-hm. She just lost her virginity and she wanted some advice.”

“And you’re advising her?”

“Me and Julie,” Hermione answered. “I don’t think Harry was very good, to be honest. I think she‘s his first too so I‘m guessing he doesn‘t know what he‘s doing.”

Although gossiping was against his principals, Severus looked at Hermione with interest. “Potter popped little Miss Weasley?”

“Severus!” Hermione complained, batting his shoulder with her hand, “That’s a nasty way of putting it! They love each other.”

“And what does Weasel-Boy think of all this?” he asked with a leer.

“He doesn’t know of course and don’t you tell him!”

There was silence for a while as Severus thought about Potter and Ginny Weasley.

“What did you mean when you said you kept telling Ginny it keeps getting better? You haven’t been discussing our sex life with her have you?” he asked.

Hermione blushed, “Well, sort of.”

Severus angrily yanked his arm out from under her and sat up. “Hermione!”

“What? I haven’t told them anything graphic!”

“THEM?! You’ve told Potter about our private affairs?”

“No silly! It’s a just a girl thing. Girls do talk about sex you know. Julie and I simply give Ginny the benefit of our experience from time to time, that’s all.”

Severus lay back looklooked at her with narrowed eyes. “Such as?”

Hermione rolled over and grasped his now soft penis. She ran her fingers over him in the way she knew he loved. “Like how to please a man. And what things are supposed to feel like.”

“And you’re an expert are you?” he asked.

“You tell me,” she whispered.

He lay back for a moment, enjoying the sensations she was producing. If he hadn’t just had the best orgasm of his life he would have been up already.

Finally, he spoke, “I’d rather you didn’t discuss our personal life with people. Especially things like this. It‘s private. I don‘t want Ginny and Julie discussing how I like to be touched with Potter and Finnegan.”

Her hand stopped it‘s delicious manipulation. “It’s for a good cause. And besides, don’t you want to know how you rank compared to Julie’s Seamus?”

Severus snorted, “I know exactly how I rank compared to Seamus Finnegan. I am a god.”

“Well, yes,” Hermione admitted, “But you’re supposed to let me say that! Both the girls are jealous of what a fantastic lover you are. Mmm... two orgasms. How I’d love to tell them that but I suppose I can‘t now!”

Severus‘ vanity battled with his desire for privacy. It was especially embarrassing to think that Ginny Weasley, one of his former students, a female student, knew details of what he did in the bedroom. “Don’t tell them about the strawberry mousse. It’s too embarrassing.”

“It was brilliant!” she smirked.

A thought hit Severus suddenly. “Where did you get the idea to take that into the bedroom? It was your idea if I remember properly.”

Hermione grinned, “Julie and Seamus had this jar of Greek honey...”

“No!” he interrupted. “Stop. I do not care to know about Julie, Finnegan or Greek honey. I can’t believe you women discuss these things.”

“Just because you never tell your secrets doesn’t mean other people aren’t willing to share.” Hermione pointed out. “In fact, sometimes it’s really annoying that you won’t tell me anything about yourself.”

“We’ve had this discussion too many times. Go to sleep.”

There was a long pause.

“Severus?” Hermione asked.

“Hmmm?”

“Can I ask you something personal about your past and please don’t get annoyed?”

Severus sighed deeply. “What is it this time? You want to know why I joined the Deatheaters? Or if I ever joined in a dark revel? Or is it something more mundane? Like whether I’ve ever killed anyone?”

Hermione said. “I was just wondering how old you were when you lost your virginity.”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Look. I’m your almost-fiance, remember? I’m not asking for names or details, just how old you were.”

“Eleven.”

Hermione was stunned. “Eleven?”

Severus sighed in irritation. “You see! I told you, you didn’t want to know!”

“How?” she asked in amazement.

“I knew that was coming next,” he muttered darkly. He exhaled. “When I first came to Hogwarts there was this Slytherin seventh year girl. One night she worked her way through the boy’s dorms.”

He shifted uneasily in bed, pulling Hermione closer. She could tell he was remembering something unpleasant and was surprised when he continued. He usually avoided discussing his past.

“I heard her come into our dorm. She was carrying a candle and had on a flimsy dressing gown with nothing under it. She started with Lucius Malfoy. He always was a favorite with the girls. By that time all the rest of us were wide awake and watching. Then she went through the room, from bed to bed. Lestrange, Avery, Rosier, Wilkes. She had me last.”

“You let her touch you?” Hermione asked in amazement.

“You have to understand,” Severus explained. “I was just getting to that age where you first start to think about sex and wonder what it‘s like. Then seeing this girl, a very well developed girl, doing all of your friends, hearing the noises and actually seeing them doing it,” Severus paused. “She came to my bed last. It took less than two seconds. She made a rude comment about my lasting ability and then went back to Avery’s bed because he was begging her for more. God only knows why. She was so...disgusting after being with so many boys. And the smell...”

Hermione felt Severus shudder slightly before he continued, “I ran down to the toilets and was sick. Then I spent the rest of the night under a shower trying to feel clean again. I never did.”

“Then what?” Hermione asked softly.

Severus shrugged. “The next morning we were all called to the Headmaster’s office and he talked to us privately, one after another. I thought I was going to be expelled. I sat there in front of him, staring at my feet, tears running down my face, feeling dirty. I wouldn’t tell him anything. Anyway, instead of expelling me he patted n thn the shoulder, gave me a sweet and told me to go finish my goblin rebellion essay.”

“And the girl?” Hermione asked.

“Was expelled. On Avery’s evidence.”

“The one who wanted more?”

“Yes.”

Hermione was silent for some time. Was this a part of why he had been so upset at Christmas time, why he couldn’t stand to think of her as a child? What was it he had said? “I have strong feelings about sexual predators.” She should have realized that the statement was significant! And no wonder he had a bond to some of those Deatheaters, like Draco‘s father. What a god-awful thing to share! She could feel he was upset, lost in remembering things he didn‘t want to remember. She wished she could distract him.

“Would you like to hear about my first time?” Hermione asked softly.

Severus came back to the present and hugged her. “Was it good?”

“Very good,” Hermione purred in his ear. She stroked his back and continued. “I had the most wonderful lover a girl could ask for. He was gentle and kind. And he made sure that it was a beautiful thing for me to remember.”

“You‘ve never regretted it?” he asked quietly.

“Never. It was one of the most wonderful moments of life.”

Severus kissed her softly. “It was the most wonderful moment of my life, too.” He let his fingers brush down her throat, over her breasts and down to her waist. “So clean and sweet and pure,” he murmured as his lips grazed her cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”

Hermione grabbed his chin and made him look at her. “Yes you do.” she whispered earnestly. Then she switched off the light and held him all night long.