The First Summer and Summer Series

(Note: For those of you who think Snape\'s getting too wimpy, turn back now! He only gets more mellow as the story goes on. He\'s in love after all! He does have his delightful moments of snarky-sarkiness however. ~Kronae)


Severus was back at the house as soon as school was out for the summer. The novelty of living away from the university had worn off for its occupants and there were no more drunken debacles. The one legacy of the house warming was a chance meeting that he had with Lucius Malfoy.

“Attending student parties?” Lucius had sneered, “Are you in your second childhood?”

Severus gave him an insincere smile, “Are you referring to a party in which I ran into your drunken son and his equally drunken girlfriend trying to find a room in which to copulate?”

“Apparently they weren’t the only ones. A mudblood, Severus? Who would have thought that of you twenty years ago! I could hardly believe my ears.”

Although his blood boiled on hearing Hermione referred to as a ‘mudblood’, externally he remained as cool as cucumber. “Have you considered having your ears checked, Lucius? I understand deafness is common with in-bred families. Oh, pardon me, I meant well bred families.”

Severus recalled the exchange with amusement. He and Lucius had always sparred well, even as children. It was an art form.

The house was quiet when he arrived. Julie and Finnegan had gone on holiday to Spain. Crookshanks had been sent to Hermione’s parents. Potter and Weasley were having a game of chess while Ginny looked on. Hermione was asleep. Severus allowed himself into their room, being careful not to wake her up.

She had over extended herself this year. He looked down at her sleeping form with some concern. He had seen it coming but was powerless to stop it. Perhaps regular meals and a few days on the beach would bring her back up to health. He didn’t even want to contemplate what she would be like during her all important final year.

He left his case and, as much as he hated the idea, he rejoined the others in the sitting room.

“Going to Karnipolia again?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Severus answered briefly.

“I wish I could go,” Ginny added. She had just finished her first year anthropology course. “Hermione says it’s wonderful.”

“It’s not,” Ron assured her. “Bunch of stupid old mosaics and caldrons. Lot of old rubbish really.”

“It’s a good thing some of us appreciate antiquities, Weasley.” Severus growled. “Left to you they would remained buried.”

“And a good thing too! That place isn’t safe. I would think you would agree with that anyway, remembering what happened last year.” Ron checked one of Harry’s pieces and watched in satisfaction as his chessman dismembered Harry’s.

“All I remember from last year is an irritating little boy nearly getting us both killed because he couldn’t handle his own jealousy.” Severus commented.

“Don’t fight!” Ginny begged.

“I don’t fight with HIM.” Ron added, “And I’m not going near that dusty old place ever again.”

“I’m very glad to hear it,” Severus replied. “And what are you doing this summer Miss Weasley?”

“I was thinking of going to Paris,” Ginny faltered. Her eyes met Harry’s.

Ron casually added, “Harry’s going to look after her. Mum and Dad don’t like the idea but after all, Harry’s like a brother to her. I don’t know what they’re worried about.”

“Indeed,” Severus allowed an small evil smile to play on his lips. He knew exactly how brotherly Potter’s feelings were toward Ginny Weasley. Harry caught his eye and glared, as though daring him to say anything. Ginny turned pink but Ron was oblivious.

“Ginny will like all of those museums and art galleries,” Ron said.

“I’m sure she’ll make a point of seeing them all,” Severus smirked.

Hermione suddenly emerged from their room. She walked over to Severus and kissed him. The other Gryffindors all inwardly cringed.

“When did you get here?” she asked sleepily.

“About twenty minutes ago. Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm...yes. I’m glad break is here.”

Severus stood, “So am I. Let’s go over to Albert’s Bistro and celebrate.”


They had a delightful meal and got back fairly late. Everyone seemed to have gone to bed. On his way from the bathroom, Severus heard noises on the stairs.

“Harry, we can’t. It’s too dangerous! Ron will find out.”

“He won’t. We’ll be quiet. Besides, I slipped him a sleeping draught in his last glass of pumpkin juice. He’ll never know.”

He peered around the corner of the stairs to see Harry and Ginny walking up to her bedroom. Ginny looked back briefly and saw her former professor looking at them. He looked quickly away and went back to minding his own business.

So Potter was going to seduce Weasley’s sister right above Ron’s own room. Remembering the racket that emanated down from Julie and Finnegan, the sleeping draught was a good idea. He hadn’t thought Potter was that intelligent. He just hoped it had been made properly. He seemed to remember Potter having trouble brewing sleeping draughts back at Hogwarts.

As he reached the door to his own room, he opened it to find his Hermione stretched out nude and inviting on the bed. All thoughts of Potter left his mind.

He started at her toes, kissing, nibbling and sucking until she was gigglmadlmadly.

“Severus! You’re tickling!”

Then he licked lovingly up to her ankles, scraping his teeth against her in light nips until reached the desirable soft skin on the inside of her thighs. The nips and bites became slightly more frenzied as he worked his way closer to his object. She spread her legs wantonly, and gasped with pleasure as he buried his face between her folds.

“Oh gods yes!” she gasped. Hermione reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips and tongue moved up and down in a steady rhythm then climbed to her clitoris, nipping and sucking as his hand stole up and slid two fingers into her depths. His fingers plunged into her softly, stroking and reaching. His mouth worked on her at maximum suction. Suddenly the delicious combinationid hid her. Her gasps had reached a peak, she held her breath then succumbed to pleasure. She shuddered and moaned, heaving against his face as she felt her vitals melt and loosen.

While Hermione lay in her post-orgasmic afterglow, he started kissing and licking up her belly to her breasts. When lips finally nipped around her neck, she reached down and grasped his hardness. She began manipulating him and he groaned.

“Your mouth,” he begged softly.

But almost as soon as her mouth wrapped around his shaft, he pushed her away brusquely.

“I need you now,” he whispered.

He swiftly pushed her onto her back and thrust into her deeply.

“I’m not going to last,” he admitted breathlessly, “How close are you?”

“Just let go,” she whispered, stroking his hair back from his face lovingly.

He thrust once, twice, then sucked in his breath and moaned while his hips rocked unrestrained. She felt him throbbing deeply inside her. He called out her name, gasping. A delicious moisture begin to ooze slightly from her body. She wondered how Ginny and Harry could stand to use condo

He pulled himself up to look into her face while he caught his breath.

“You are so beautiful,” he said as he stroked her cheek.

Hermione blushed and changed the subject. “When are you going to propose to me?”

“Soon enough. Do you want a betrothal ring?”

“A ring would be nice,” she smirked, “Yes.”

“Diamond and gold?” he asked. “I notice most muggle women seem to have diamond and gold. Your mother does.”

“Wdid did your mother have?” Hermione asked.

“Emerald,” Severus replied shortly. He withdrew from her abruptly, leaving her feeling empty. There was something about the way he said “emerald” that made her sorry she asked, but she had learned her lesson and didn’t press him for details.

“I think I’ll just let you choose. Whatever you want to give me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” he promised.

He pulled her up spoon-style to sleep.

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you, too.”




“YOU BASTARD! GET OUT!”

A shout woke Hermione and Severus with a jolt. They sat up suddenly in the darkness, Severus instinctively wrapped an arm around Hermione, shielding her with his own body as he reached for his wand with his other hand.

“You disgusting dirty bastard!” Ron Weasley was yelling at the top of his lungs.

There were bangs and crashes from above. The noise of a general scuffle and door slamming tore into the night. A sudden shriek from Ginny had Severus throwing on his robes and dashing out to intervene. Apparently, Potter was no better at sleeping draughts now than he had been at Hogwarts. Weasley must have discovered that Harry had not left the house. He and Ron were grappling physically on the stairwell until Severus sent a blast to separate them.

“That’s enough!” Severus ordered.

“Don’t you tell me what to do, Snape! Do you know what that bastard was doing to my little sister?! I could hear them, right through the ceiling!” Ron was beside himself with anger. “My sister!”

“I think you were the only on the the world not to know what Potter has been doing to your sister. It‘s not the first time,” he growled. “And you, Mr. Weasley, have an unfortunate knack for walking in on people at the wrong moment. Now will the three of you please go discuss this like adults and let me get some sleep?”

“Oh we’ll discuss this all right!” Ron gave Harry a shove. “You’re never seeing Ginny again, Potter! Get out of this house!”

Hermione joined Severus. She was tying her silk kimono around her waist and reached up to kiss him. “You go back to sleep. I’ll deal with Ron.”

Severus gave the boys a contemptuous look and disappeared back into the bedroom.


An hour later, Hermione returned reluctantly to join him. She had sorted out the Ginny situation but Severus wasn’t going to like this. She slid into bed beside him and sighed blissfully as he reached out to hold her again.

“Manage to calm down Weasel-Boy did you?” he asked as he ran his tongue lovingly around the edge of her ear.

“Yes. Everything’s sorted.” she admitted.

His hand gripped her breast firmly, kneading with a slow even rhythm.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he murmured as the hand began to move downwards with seductive deliberation.

“It’s all a matter of compromise,” Hermione replied uneasily. She was horribly aware that he would discover just how much of a compromise in the morning.

“Hurry up Hermione! I want to get started early.” Severus called. He was already up, packed and ready for their trip to Karnipolia. Nothing was going to give him more pleasure than to be alone with her, away from Weasley, Potter and all the Gryffindor gang. He also wanted her to start getting some rest. That disturbance in the middle of the night didn’t help.

Hermione joined him in the entryway. “Ready?” he asked.

“Nearly,” Hermione admitted nervously. “Ginny! Are you ready?”

“Ginny?” Severus asked in confusion.

Hermione blushed. “It’s how I solved the fight last night. Ginny is coming to Karnipolia with us instead of going to Paris with Harry.”

Ginny walked out in time to see Severus’s face turn several different hues as he tried to maintain his composure.

“And yodn’tdn’t see fit to ask me about this little plan?” he finally snarled.

Ginny dashed forward, “Please Professor Snape! I’ll stay out of your way. I really want to go to Karnipolia and now I can’t go to Paris.” She sniffed slightly.

Severus looked from Ginny’s welling eyes to Hermione’s guilty face. “Fine. This seems to have been settled without me,” he conceded. “Apparently I have no choice. Well, are you both ready?”

“Wait a minute!” Ron was coming downstairs, backpack in hand. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”

“No!” Severus snapped. “Ginny’s bad enough! I am not having Weasel-Boy spoiling my holiday again this year!”

“Who are you calling Weasel-Boy, Vampire-Arse!”

Just then the door opened. Harry entered, also bearing a backpack.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” Ron snarled.

“Just what I was about to ask,” Severus added darkly.

“Ginny’s not goinywheywhere without me!” Harry exclaimed.

“Oh yes she is!”

“No she’s not!”

Severus put his hands over his face. “This is not happening. Please Hermione! Tell me it’s just a horrific nightmare.”

“Honestly Severus, it won’t seem so bad once we’re there,” she promised.


It seemed very unsurprising to Severus that the first person they saw in Karnipolia was Neville.

“Of course it would be,” muttered darkly to himself. “Who else would it be? Perhaps Finnegan and his girlfriend might like to pop over from Spain and join us.”

It was a relief to get the key to their private suite and settle in, just himself and Hermione.

“Are you sure you don’t have any other friends you’d like to invite along?” Severus asked sarcastically as they hung up their clothes. “I’m sure their must be at least a dozen other Gryffindors you’ve forgotten.”

“Don’t be awful Severus. You’ll hardly see them.”

“You promised me that last year!” he snapped. “And look what happened then! When do I get to have you to myself? You’re mine!”

“Just because I’m yours doesn’t mean I’m going to give up my friends and stop living,” Hermione reasoned. “It’s the price you have to pay to be part of my life.”

“It’s a high price,” he scowled.

“Too high?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. “No Hermione. No price is too dear for you.”

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “If you’ve finished complaining, maybe you’d like to have a massage?”

He had to hand it to her, she was getting pretty good at dealing with his moods. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, preparing to enjoy his massage.