Remember

CHAPTER 19: Falling Stars





“Hermione.” Severus whispered as he crouched down by the head of her bed. She rolled over, her eyes opening slowly. She smiled softly and pulled the covers back for him to join her. “Not tonight, love.” He said as he reached for her hand and tugged her across the mattress.









“What are you doing?” She asked sleepily as he helped her sit on the side of the bed.









“Shhh…we don’t want to wake anyone.” He said as he slid her slippers onto her feet. “I want to show you something.” He whispered, pulling her to her feet and leading her through the room. He stopped by the door and grabbed her cloak then wrapped it around her. Severus climbed over the edge of the railing and shimmied down the rope he used to climb up to her room while Hermione descended the stairs to meet him at the bottom.







Severus disillusioned them both and led her through the halls of the school, slowly making their way through the deserted third floor corridors to a steep, narrow stairwell that seemed to go straight up. Severus stopped at the top and turned to face her.







“Close your eyes; I have a surprise for you.” He said, brushing his fingers over her eyelids gently. She smiled and waited with her eyes closed. He opened the heavy door and pulled her through it, locking and warding it behind them. Hermione’s brow furrowed slightly when she felt the cool breeze caress her cheeks and ruffle her hair.







“Alright, open them.” He whispered. Hermione blinked her eyes open and stared around her in amazement. They were on the castle battlements. The night sky was as clear as can be and sprinkled liberally with bright twinkling stars, a sliver of a moon glowing softly. She looked down and noticed the thick, double sleeping bag with pillows and extra blankets lying on the stone floor. A wicker picnic hamper sat beside it along with several flickering candles.







“Severus, what is this?” She asked.









“There is a meteor shower tonight and this is the perfect place for us to watch it. I thought perhaps you might enjoy it.” He said now wondering if he had made a mistake. “I can walk you back to your room if you aren’t interested.”







“No…” Hermione turned towards him and laid her hand against the center of his chest. “I just can’t believe you went to so much trouble. This is….it’s so romantic…so perfect.” She whispered as her eyes filled with tears.







“Well don’t cry, I just…I figured it would be all night and wanted us to be comfortable.” He said, cupping her face in his hands and swiping the tears away with his thumbs. “We only have a month left together, Hermione, I want it to be special, every moment.”







“Every moment I spend with you is already special to me, Severus.” She laid her head against his chest and hugged him tight. He held her for a few moments then led her over to the sleeping bag. She noticed immediately that he had cast a warming charm over the area as she sat down. “You thought of everything.” She said as she removed her cloak and set it aside.







She watched Severus do the same, revealing a pair of pajama pants and a long sleeved thermal shirt. He sat down beside her and reached for her, tugging her into his lap. He took one of the soft plaid blankets and wrapped it around them both as he held her. He said nothing, just buried his face into the side of her neck and held her.







She accepted this quiet affection easily and he loved that about her. She didn’t feel the need to talk incessantly and was content to just let him sit and hold her, sometimes for so long they would drift off to sleep that way. But tonight she didn’t feel like sleeping, not anymore. She smoothed her fingers through his hair, loving the silky baby fine texture of it.







“I love your hair.” She whispered as she raked her nails lightly over his scalp.









“And I love yours, even if it is a mess.” He chuckled. “Once upon a time it was customary for a lady to give her knight a lock of her hair to wear twined within his chain mail as he went off to war.” He said as he leaned back to look up at her. She smiled and reached for her cloak to retrieve her wand. She pulled her hair forward and separated a single curl at the back of her neck that she severed with a simple spell. She held it in the palm of her hand and offered it to him.









“So you will always have a piece of me.” She said. Severus took the curl and ran his finger over it gently before tucking it into his pocket and following her lead; he severed a lock of his own hair from the back. He plaited it, then wrapped it around her wrist and secured it with a binding spell.









“There, now you are bound by a piece of me always.” Hermione ran her fingertips over his thick brows and across his impossibly thick eyelashes. She stroked the bridge of his nose and his sharp cheekbones as though trying to commit every feature to memory. Though he was self conscious, especially about his nose, he let her have her way because he knew it didn’t matter to her, she found him attractive, everything about him and he was secure in that. Hermione was the only person in the world he felt he could drop his guard with.







“I love you.” She said softly, barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to love me back, but I wanted you to know.” His arms tightened around her and he leaned forward to kiss her right in the center of her chest, just above the neckline of her gown and just below the hollow of her throat. She cradled his head in her hands and rested her cheek on top of his crown. His hands were smoothing over her back, gliding up and down as he held her.







She let him hold her quietly for a little while, and then she pulled back and nudged his chin up so she could look into his eyes. They shone in the moonlight, the black orbs seeming even darker as emotion clouded them. She maintained eye contact with him as she slid her hands from his hair and began to slip the buttons along the front of her nightgown free. Severus watched in silence, still rendered speechless by her declaration of love.







She was never shy about letting him see or touch her. She was secure in the knowledge that he found her desirable and she wanted him to look, touch and taste. The longer they spent together the more she craved the intimacy between them, the passion that burned her long after he had left her. She shifted so that she was sitting astride his lap instead of draped across it, pulling her gown over her head in the process and dropping it behind her.







Severus groaned softly when he saw she wore nothing under the long, modest gown. She was completely naked and vulnerable in his lap and he knew without a doubt that she was completely his.









“Merlin, you look beautiful.” He said, his hands sliding over her bare skin. His fingertips skimmed the upper swell of her bum, the dip of her lower back; they traced over each little bump on her spine as she closed her eyes and arched her back into his touch. Her hands tugged at the thermal cotton shirt he wore and he raised his arms above his head so she could pull it off and toss it aside.







Their lips met and they ignited. Their hands were every where; he cupped her breasts, kneading softly while his thumbs abraded the stiff peaks while hers moved over his chest, brushing over the flat disks of his nipples loving the hissing sound he made against her lips when she raked her fingernail across them. He loved feeling her hands on him, so cool and soft as she explored every inch of him she could reach.







Their tongues dueled and played, sliding alongside each other as Hermione urged him to lie back, leaning her weight into him until he gave in and fell back onto the pillow. She broke the kiss, leaning up a bit and looking down at him. His eyes glittered and his mouth was slack, his lips red and wet from her kisses. She brushed her lips over his briefly then set to work nibbling along the side of his throat, sucking gently at the tight chorded muscle where neck and shoulder meet.







She slid back, her lips traversing over his collar bones and over his pectorals. She swiped her tongue over his nipple and he hissed again, his fingers tangling in her hair. She smiled, reveling in the power of seducing the man she loved. Her lips slid over the taut lines of his stomach, her tongue dipping into his navel and swirling around it before she traced the silky line of hair that disappeared beneath the drawstring waist of his pajama bottoms. She grasped the fabric at his hips and tugged the trousers down, taking his boxers with them.







She was a bit shocked that he didn’t protest, he generally was the one who called a halt to their activities before they went too far. Tonight however, it seemed that all his criteria were being met. They were alone, it was someplace special and they could take their time. Severus lifted his hips and she pulled his bottoms off and tossed them aside, taking a moment to remove his socks as well. She tickled the bottoms of his feet, laughing when he growled and jerked from her touch.







She ran her hands up his lightly furred legs as she crawled back up his body. She stopped when she came face to face with his eager erection. She stared at it in fascination. She had held and touched it many times, had felt it against her, but she had never actually seen it.





Severus propped himself up on his elbows and was watching her as she stared at his cock. He was nervous, and anxious as he wondered what she was going to do. She reached out hesitantly and brushed her fingers through the thick, black nest of hair surrounding him. His cock lurched and her eyes widened a bit and she gasped softly. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her hand and he bucked his hips involuntarily.







She took him in her hand and stroked gently, watching how the tip flushed and wept tiny drops of cloudy fluid. She ran the tip of her finger over it and then licked her finger, her brow furrowing at the salty flavor. Before Severus could react she bent down and swiped her tongue over the burgeoning tip. He groaned, his right hand coming up to tangle in her hair while he supported his weight with his left arm.







Their eyes met just before she opened her mouth and slid the tip of his cock between her lips. He was grinding his teeth as the snug heat of her mouth enclosed him. She had never done it before but her tentative suction and the gentle swirling of her tongue was pure torture. Severus couldn’t handle it. Her amateur attempts were more seductive, more pleasurable than the most seasoned of Lucius’s whores.







“Stop, Hermione, stop!” He panted, tugging gently on her hair to pull her from him.









“Did I do it wrong?” She asked as he tugged her up then rolled her over onto her back.









“No…I just…not this time, love, I can’t handle it.” He whispered as he lowered his lips to hers. “You feel so good.” His hands slid down along the curve of her waist and her skin prickled as she shivered from his caress. He misconstrued her trembling to be because she was cold and reached behind him to enclose them within the sleeping bag.







Hermione took his face in her hands and brought his attention back to her. She lifted her head and kissed him again, a soft brushing kiss over his lips.







“Severus.” She whispered his name as she shifted her hips, his cock notching against her opening when she did. He looked into her eyes as he pressed forward slowly until just the head of his erection was nestled inside her.







“Are you sure?” He asked, supporting his weight on his arms. She settled her hands at his waist, her fingers biting into his skin as she pulled him closer.







“Love me.” She whispered, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips as he pressed deeper. Her slick, hot flesh resisted as he pushed into her. He pulled back and then thrust forward again, repeating the process and moving deeper with each pass. She whimpered and her fingers dug further into his sides.







“Are you alright?” He asked hoarsely, halting his forward motion.







“Hurts a little…” She whimpered.









“It’s supposed to the first time…it will get better soon.” He said, praying he was right. He had never been with a virgin before and had no idea if his words were true. “Do you want me to stop?”







“No…just….can you do it quickly….get it over with?” She asked, wincing when he pulled back, almost leaving her completely.







“Put your arms around my shoulders.” He said as he settled more fully atop her and she wrapped him in her arms. “I don’t want to hurt you, please know that I wouldn’t if I could prevent it.”







He gripped her shoulders tightly in his hands as he slammed his hips forward roughly, plowing through her tight, virgin flesh and seating himself fully in one thrust. She cried out, her back arching and her nails biting into his shoulders. He kissed her throat gently, whispering soothing words of apology. He kissed the tears from her cheeks and fought the urge to move within her.







Severus groaned slightly when she tensed around him. He was in agony. He had never felt anything quite like the wet heat that gloved his aroused cock. He didn’t know women could feel like that, so hot, so tight, so…pure.







“You feel amazing. I have never felt anything as good as you.” He whispered into her ear as he began to move slowly. It nearly killed him but he was determined to be gentle with her this first time. His rhythm was awkward and slow as he thrust and retreated inside her. She winced and whimpered a bit at first but gradually the burning discomfort eased and she began to relax.







Severus felt it the moment the pain subsided. He was suddenly able to move inside her with a bit more ease though she still gripped him like a fist. He lifted off of her, watching her face as he thrust slowly in and out. Her lips were parted and moist and she was panting softly. He knew he would come quickly, it was inevitable, and he had waited so long to take her he nearly shot off the moment he was inside her. He bent his head and took one pouting nipple between his lips, sucking firmly as he began to thrust harder and more quickly. He tried distracting himself with other things, class work, books he had read, books he wanted to read but none of it could distract him long enough from the feel of warm, wet woman wrapped around him and providing him with the sweetest friction he had ever known.









“I’m so sorry, love.” He whispered as he thrust hard into her one last time and shouted his release. He pulled out quickly, spilling his seed onto her belly as he shuddered on top of her. “Gods forgive me.”









“Forgive you for what, Severus?” She asked, her hands smoothing down his back, slick with perspiration. Severus was trying to catch his breath as he reached for one of the extra blankets and wiped her stomach clean.







“For leaving you behind.” He said softly as she shifted off to her side. “I just couldn’t hold back, Hermione, you can’t imagine how good it feels to be inside you.” He kissed her softly, rubbing his nose along side hers. She was trembling still in his arms and he pulled her close. “Are you very sore?”









“Somewhat.” She said honestly, she jumped when she felt his hand smooth over her lower stomach to slide between her thighs. “What are you….OH!” Her body shuddered when his hand began to slide though her slick folds, his dexterous fingers circling the turgid bud of her clit. He shifted a little so he could lave and suck her nipples until she was arching, writhing and moaning beneath his touch.







“Come for me.” He whispered hoarsely against her breast. “I need you to come apart for me.” The emotion in his words, the need she could hear there was all she needed. She stiffened as orgasm washed over her and she cried out her pleasure into the night. He continued to stroke her, his touch slower and lighter as she came down. She sighed and turned into him, gently nudging his hand from her over sensitized center as she did. She nestled into him, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed her contentment.







Above them, streaks of light began to shoot across the night sky. The heavens almost seemed to be celebrating the coming together of young lovers in a display of light.







“I didn’t plan…I really only brought you up here to watch the meteor shower, not to seduce you.” Severus said softly as he caressed the top of her hand where it rested over his heart. Hermione smiled and snuggled closer; she turned her head and kissed his chest briefly before returning her attention to the show above them.







“Oh, Severus, you seduced me long ago.” She said. “It just took you until now to finish what began months ago.”







“I’m sorry I didn’t make it better for you.” He said, disappointed in his own lack of control.









“Severus, it was perfect. I will remember my first time always as the night I gave myself to the man I love beneath a star shower; it is a perfect, beautiful memory.” She said. “I love you.”









“I…I love you too.” He said, tripping a little over the unfamiliar phrase. “I really mean that, I love you.” Hermione didn’t say a word; she just lay there and basked in the afterglow of making love and being loved.





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Oh come on! It couldn’t be perfect, theyre young and hes relatively inexperienced…..they tried though…….and they love each other.





Utopia…..did you find the goodies in the above chapter? The special exchange between the two of them?