A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 17 ~ Two Confessions

“I changed my mind because I love you, Severus,” Hermione gasped, her arms tensing as the wizard slowly straightened. She could feel his cock’s angle change as he bent his knees.

“That isn’t a sufficient answer, Hermione,” Severus breathed, then he pulled back and rammed his cock into Hermione, who shrieked and panted as the Potions Master pressed deep inside her.

“You have loved me for quite some time, but that didn’t stop your complaints about my disappearances, witch. Your love was being tried and you were at the end of your broom. You were going to leave me, Hermione…something changed your mind. What was it?” Severus purred, adjusting his grip on her waist.

Hermione didn’t answer him. Severus waited several moments.

“Fine,” Severus snarled, straightening. “You want to be stubborn?”

Severus grasped Hermione’s waist tightly and began to drive into the witch, grunting, the wizard’s loins slapping loudly against Hermione’s ass as he fucked her hard and fast, the witch crying out and straightening her arms so he didn’t drive her face first into the bed.

“Yes! Yes! Severus,” Hermione howled as the wizard rode her.

He stopped, Hermione’s buttocks wriggling as she pressed back. Severus drew back further so only the thick head of his cock remained embedded in the witch.

“Severus!” Hermione whimpered as the wizard fell still.

“Yes?” he replied, smirking slightly.

He loved when Hermione begged him to fuck her.

“Keep going,” she hissed at him, turning and looking over her shoulder at the wizard. Severus’ black eyes met hers.

“You want a little more of this?” he asked, gently sliding his thickness into the witch, his face contorting a bit as her soft, wet pussy clutched at him. Hermione was using her inner muscles to tempt him, her hot sleeve tightening down on his shaft and clenching.

“Yes,” she breathed, Severus catching hold of her hips to stop her from moving. Hermione continued clenching around him, and the wizard moaned.

“I can stand here and let you do this all day,” the Potions Master said to her silkily, “I’m sure I’m getting more out of it than you are, Hermione. You want this…”

Severus slammed into her several times then stopped, Hermione quaking and gasping for breath.

“And do you know why you want…this?” the wizard asked her, slamming into her again, Hermione crying out as he plunged too deep, then began to collapse, her legs giving out. Severus hoisted her back up again.

“You want this…” Severus said, ramming his cock into Hermione again and jerking her body roughly as she howled, “Because you’ve been a bad little witch and need me to give you absolution. You want to be punished. Tell me what you’ve done, witch…and I promise I will punish you thoroughly…”

He leaned over Hermione, pulling her hair aside and kissing her throat tenderly.

“…And then…I will forgive you,” he breathed.

Severus continued to kiss Hermione’s neck, running his hands up and down her sides gently, the witch’s eyes closed, loving the feel of his mouth and hands on her body even as she felt her belly clench with fear as she realized Severus knew what she’d done. Tears began to fall from her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice quavering.

“Sorry?” Severus asked her, his lips moving down her back now, “What are you sorry for, Hermione?”

She shuddered under his mouth as he moved back up to her neck, nuzzling it with his big nose then moving back near her ear.

“Tell me what you’re sorry for,” he said soothingly, using his voice as a balm for the witch.

“You already know,” she said brokenly.

“Do I?” he asked her, straightening and withdrawing from her body. He pulled her up and turned her to face him. “Tell me what I’m supposed to know, Hermione.”

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears.

“That I used Legilimency to find out where you were going,” she whispered, “I waited until you were asleep, then entered your mind and pretended to be Albus so I could see your memories. I was going crazy, Severus. I didn’t know what you were doing…who you were with. You could have even been with another witch…living a whole other life…”

Severus stared down at her, his eyes hardening slightly.

“You believe I would risk what I have with you for pussy, Hermione?” he asked her, the softness of his voice belying the anger he felt that she could even think such a thing.

His life had been so empty, so lonely before he connected with her. Hermione was the world to the wizard and fulfilled all of his needs, physically, mentally and yes, emotionally as well. He had fucked plenty of witches in his time and it was a purely physical act…his only purpose to get pleasure and physical relief. Once he rolled off, he was done…and gone. There was no reason to linger. But with Hermione…

”You believe I would abuse the gift of your love that way?” Severus asked her, his voice still deceptively soft.

Hermione could feel the anger radiating off the wizard’s body. Severus seemed angrier that she doubted him than because she intruded in his mind. He stared at her, waiting for an answer.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you Severus…but other wizards in perfectly fine relationships have been known to…” she began when Severus cut her off, shaking her roughly.

“I am not other wizards!” he roared at her, “Everything…everything I am doing, is not just for the wizarding world, Hermione! It is so I can be free…free to love you! That is my mission, my purpose…my reason for continuing! I want to be more than someone who sleeps here between revels and provides you stud service! I want to be more than an undercover lover! I want a life with you witch! That is all I’ve wanted since you first told me you loved me!”

Hermione’s head snapped back and forth as the angry wizard vented his frustration. Suddenly, Severus seemed to realize what he was doing and clasped Hermione to him, holding her tightly, breathing hard, his eyes closed as he tried to contain his emotion. He buried his nose in her hair and held her against his body, his heart pounding. He hadn’t meant for that to come out…it wasn’t the right time, there was so much he still had to do. But he had said it. His words couldn’t be taken back.

“Severus…Severus, I never knew that’s how you felt,” Hermione said, her face resting against his chest, tears starting to fall.

Severus sighed and said, “I didn’t mean for you to find out this way, Hermione…but for you to even suggest another witch could fulfill me just made me…made me…”

The wizard stopped. He had already said enough. He pulled Hermione back, his eyes hard again.

“Well, now you know something else you shouldn’t, witch,” he said to Hermione, beginning to back her up towards the bed, “At least I told you this of my own volition. Unlike the other knowledge you’ve acquired.”

Hermione once again felt the bed hit the back of her legs. She looked up at the wizard and said softly, “Does this mean you love me, Severus?”

The Potions Master blinked down at her. He had never in his life told any witch he loved her. He might have told one that she had good pussy or gave one hell of a blow job…but that he loved her? No. Never.

Severus studied Hermione. She did have good pussy and gave excellent head…but there was so much more to her. She was bright, aggravating, bossy, demanding and wasn’t a bit afraid of him. She was a wonderful cook, kept her home meticulously and rather anally clean and was more than capable of taking care of herself. And when he was in need of comfort and affection, she knew it instinctively and provided it for him without him having to ask for it. Love her?

Of course he loved her. But it was still very hard to say.

Severus attempted to wrap his mouth about those three little words several times, but they just wouldn’t come out. Hermione arched an eyebrow at him as his mouth worked.

Finally, Severus said in a gruff voice as he pushed Hermione by the shoulders, the witch toppling and landing on her back in the bed, “I believe it does.”

Hermione smiled up at the wizard softly, her joy evident in her face. He hadn’t actually said the words but acknowledged his feelings. Hermione found it was just as good.

Severus frowned down at her, making his look extra black.

Hermione’s smile faded.

Severus slowly began to climb in the bed, looking for all the world like a big cat stalking prey. Hermione reflexively slid back as far as she could. She sat up, her legs curled to the side out of range. Or so she thought.

“However, there is the matter of you treading where you shouldn’t have. You made yourself privy to very sensitive and dangerous information. Information that could cause panic and mayhem in our world. Despite how you felt, Hermione…you had no right to steal information from me. No right, witch,” he breathed.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” she said.

Severus curled his lip at her rather unpleasantly.

“Sorry you were caught more than likely. Gryffindors should never attempt Slytherin acts. They don’t have the heart for it. They are too ‘good.’ The word ‘guilty’ might as well have been stamped across your forehead,” Severus hissed.

Hermione just blinked at him. He was right of course. Hermione had been practically consumed by guilt. Well, now he knew…and Hermione knew what that meant.

Suddenly Severus’ long arm shot out and he grabbed Hermione by the ankle, dragging her over to him and pinning her to the bed with his body.

“What happens to the ‘guilty’ Hermione?” he asked her silkily, his hair a curtain around his face.

“They’re punished,” she whispered up at him.

He nodded, then asked, “And are you ‘guilty’ Hermione?”

Hermione swallowed.

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Yes, you are,” Severus agreed, his dark eyes beginning to smolder, “So logically you deserve…what?”

“To be punished,” Hermione said softly, her own eyes glazing as her desire for Severus reasserted itself.

Severus bit his lip as he looked down on the witch, then he caressed her face gently.

“And punished you will be. Wait here,” he said, suddenly rolling out of the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Hermione heard her medicinal cabinet open then the clinking of bottles. Severus walked back out of the bathroom with several bottles of purple pain potion. He deposited them on the nightstand then climbed back into the bed. Hermione counted the bottles.

There were five of them.

“Five bottles?” she said to Severus incredulously.

“Your punishment should not extend beyond the actual ‘punishing,’” Severus said, getting into the bed and lying down on his back, “on a scale of one to five purple potions, your violation of my person definitely rates a five.”

“I can’t believe you,” Hermione muttered under her breath.

Severus looked at her for a moment, then suddenly lunged forward, turning the witch over and twisting her arm behind her back while slipping his own arm around her throat and pulling her back against him. He caught hold of her upper arm, his fingers tight around her skin.

Hermione shrieked as the wizard grabbed her, creaming herself as he pressed his loins against her, rubbing his rigid cock against her ass hard. Severus held Hermione securely, but not tight enough to hurt her, just tight enough to show the witch he meant business.

“Believe me,” he breathed. ”You’re going to need every one of those bottles, Hermione Granger.”

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A/N: Seems as if more than one confession came out of that confrontation. Oh Severus, Severus, Severus. Siiiiigh. Barely broke 2000 words this chapter. Kind of tired. But thanks for reading.