Sweetest Of All

He was tired of waiting.

Most of his life had been spent waiting. Waiting for his letter to Hogwarts, waiting for his own Graduation, waiting for Voldemort to call him, waiting for Dumbledore to need him, waiting for his classes, waiting for her.

He wasn\'t waiting anymore. He shrank down what he needed and placed them in his cloak. He didn\'t have classes the next day, so he wouldn\'t have to be back. He walked to the gates, looking back at the School. No one would miss him; that was the one bright side of not having friends. He drew his robes around him and Aparated.

***

She closed her book, her hands moving to squeeze her shoulders. A nice hot bath and a glass of wine was definitely calling her name. She gathered her things and started back to her rooms. She liked the fact that she didn\'t have a roommate. The University hadn\'t assigned her one after the first one left. She had friends, but she did like to be alone when she studied.

She mounted the stairs to her room, only wanting to relax. She pulled her wand when she say the door slightly opened. She pushed it hard, letting it open as she flattened herself against the wall. She didn\'t want to give anyone a clear shot at her. Satisfied that no one was coming to the door, she quickly slid inside, closing the door softly, hiding herself behind one of her overstuffed armchairs. She wasn\'t expecting what she saw.

***

Soft candles lit the room. Champagne sat chilling beside the bed. She frowned as she looked around for the responsible party. Rose petals littered the bed, giving the room a beautiful scent. There was no one in sight.

Hermione walked through the room cautiously, taking in everything. She didn\'t have any admirers, she wasn\'t dating anyone, Severus was at Hogwarts, so that left no one. She frowned. Someone had to be behind this.

A pop alerted her that someone had appeared and was coming in. She slid into the bathroom, hoping to surprise whoever it was. She risked a glance out and what she saw took her breath away.

***

Severus Snape was surveying the room. With a nod of his head, he turned an armchair towards the door and settled in to wait. It hadn\'t been difficult to come into her room. He could guess all of her wards. Luckily, she didn\'t have a roommate that he had to bribe to go away.

Hermione put a silencing spell on her robes and shoes. She slowly made her way to the back of the chair. She placed her wand against his temple. \"I\'m surprised at you Professor. You usually don\'t allow yourself to be compromised like this.\"

With a growl, his hand came up, grabbing her wrist, pulling her around the chair and into his lap. Her wand hit the floor as his lips found hers, his hands gripping her waist. Only when his mouth left hers did she manage to ask, \"To what do I owe this visit?\"

He unclasped her robes, then lifted her, and let them fall to the floor. He started towards the bed, stealing kisses all the way. He lay her on the bed, the rose petals crushing underneath her, gently starting to remove her University uniform, then he spoke. \"I grew tired of waiting.\"

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His lips started on her forehead, then moved slowly down as his long fingers undressed her. She gasped and moaned, her own hands working to bare him. She wanted to feel him against her skin, wanted to hold him, be with him. She felt the air hit her bare chest, but then his warmth surrounded her.

He never let her go. His arms held onto her as the rest of her clothing was tossed away. His black frock coat soon joined the pile on the floor, followed by his white linen shirt and black trousers. His boots and socks had long since been left by the door.

Her hands grew bolder with each caress, his own answering every gentle touch with one of his own. Their skin grew heated, their breath coming in short gasps of pleasure. The silk shorts that he wore were becoming increasingly to tight and he shifted against her to relieve some of the pressure.

She gasped at the feel of the silk against her sensitive skin, and a smile came to his face. He kissed her gently, his hips grinding against hers, teasing, torturing her. Her clawed at him, wanting him closer, wanting to be joined with him, but he held back.

Her frustrated moans were music to his ears as he bent to kiss them away. Her mouth attacked his, mimicking what her body wanted his to do to her. He pulled away to look at her, her eyes glowing with desire, her hair coming lose from the braid, her lips red from their kisses. His hips never stopped their torture as his eyes took in her beauty. She was an angel and a vixen in one beautiful package, and she was with him.

She let herself study the man above her. His eyes darker than normal, his lips full and red, his hair, longer than she remembered it, falling into his face. His lean body over her, muscles working as he tried to hold his own pleasure back. She bit her bottom lip and watched as his face changed.

He knew that look. Something was bothering her. He stilled his movements, his eyebrows coming together in question. \"What is it my dear? Is something wrong? Are you not happy?\" His heart almost broke when she shook her head no. \"What is it love? Can I make it better?\"

Hermione moved quickly, pinning him underneath her on the bed. \"Oh yes. You can most certainly make it better. Let\'s start by getting these off.\" She tugged at the band of his silk shorts. \"Damn things are worse than Crucio.\"

He chuckled as she finished undressing him. Then without warning or any type of other foreplay, she sank down onto him, taking him deep inside. His hands went to her hips, steadying her against him, as her hands went against his chest, bracing herself for the ride she knew was coming.

Their thrusts began at the same time, the age old rhythm they both knew so well. His eyes met hers and he saw the raw passion, the love, the lust, the respect, the admiration, every emotion swirling in their depths. His grip tightened on her hips, as he pulled her down onto him again and again Her Her hands tightened against his chest, her hips met his with every motion. She couldn\'t get enough of this man underneath her. She bit her bottom lip as she rode him, leaning back, letting the passion flow through her. His hands began exploring her exposed body, finding spots to drive her crazy. Soon, she could feel her release building; building to the point of almost torture. She hurried her movements, wanting that torture to end, but then again, never wanting him to stop.

He knew she was close by the sounds that she was making. His long, elegant fingers found the center of her pleasure and began to rub, twist, caress, making her whole body shutter. He loved the look on her face when she was close, the darkness of her eyes, the way her skin turned red just slightly.

She looked down at him, panting, calling his name softly with every thrust. His face was flushed, his eyes sparkled. She bent down, kissing him deeply, passionately, letting her body release, screaming against his mouth, then sagging against him. He held her close as his own body gave way to pleasure.

They lay there for a while, still joined, and held each other. Neither one could bring themselves to be the first to move. Finally, Hermione sat up, looking down at him. \"So, was it worth the wait?\"

He smiled as he rolled her underneath him, silencing her squeals with a kiss. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and looked into her eyes. \"My dear, I would wait forever for you, but I fear that after this performance, I doubt I stay away for more than a week.\"

She smiled up at him as her soft hand gently caressed his face. \"I just hope I have the patience to wait that long.\" She leaned up to kiss him and protested when he pulled away.

He simply smiled at her. \"When you attacked me love, I forgot all about what else I had planned. Accio wand.\"

With a flick of his wrist, a song started; a song that Hermione recognized instantly. \"Severus! It\'s the song I told you about. How did you find it?\"

He gently caressed her face and kissed her again. \"Magic. Besides, I would do anything to make you smile. Because you were right, you are the sweetest of all.\"

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Title comes from Dr. Hook\'s album: Pleasure and Pain