Coming Home

Hermione shoved her mug of draught into Severus’ hands and crawled out of the bed. She walked to her wardrobe and opened it. She pulled out the first thing she found. She turned to her savior, “We survived.”

With tears streaming down her face she stalked to the bathroom. Severus sat on the bed completely lost. He looked at the room. His anger began to surge. He quickly stood up and with a frustrated yell threw the mug into the hearth, shattering it, and the draught almost smothered the roaring fire. He heard the shower start. He was weary of this game that they’d played for so long. He’d lost someone too. Listening to the water, he began to undress himself as he made his way to the bathroom door. He left his clothes strewn out across the floor, and slipped, naked, into the room. He let the steam envelope him and draw away from him any hurts he was feeling. She was still whimpering in the shower. He climbed in the back of the stall, behind her and put his arms around her small shoulders. She just stood there; soaking wet, and allowed him to hold her. He was only a little wet from the water raining down. Her normally bushy hair was slicked back against her head and it smelled of shampoo. He leaned down and kissed her head. “I know what you are feeling, Love.”

She turned to face him. The stubbornness in her chocolate eyes had faded. She looked at him standing there; covered in chill bumps from the marginally warm water he was getting. Hermione reached up and kissed him. It was a long hungry kiss. She knew the ache in her soul wouldn’t be fixed, but the emptiness her body felt would be for a while. Snape kissed her back with the same enthusiasm. He knew what she was doing, and why she was doing it. He also knew that if he resisted it would only make things worse. She was telling him that she was sorry.

She pushed him against the wall, as she kissed him. Before she pulled away, she reached for his erection. With the spray from the water, and her warm still soapy hands, the sensation sent lightening through his body. He released a low moan as his eyes rolled back in his head, and his jaw became slack. She stroked him lightly as she directed the water toward his body. He gasped in pleasure as the warmness of the liquid flooded his already hyperactive senses. Still she stroked. She allowed the water to help her in her duty. She watched the sheer pleasure in his face. A smile would appear as she touched him a certain way. It would fade slowly if she stopped. She could see his excitement begin to mount. She stopped. Disappointment filled his face even before he opened his eyes. She would do this to him often. In the middle of the act, stop and decide she didn’t want to do it anymore. He was almost certain this was one of those occasions. Before he could voice his disappointment and anger, she whispered something into his ear that he though he’d never hear her say. “Take me like you used to Harry. I know how long it’s been for you.”

His entire body shivered with delight and anticipation. “Are you sure?” he asked gruffly, trying to find his voice.

She smiled warmly at him, “I am sure. Now, love me as you once did him.”

Hermione stepped forward and bent herself over at the waist and looked back at him. He stepped forward and thought about all of the times he did this to Harry, but never in the shower. Snape touched the curve of her butt and slid a finger down her crack. Hermione let out a small gasp as he found what he was looking for. Slowly, he circled it with his finger, finally slipping one in. He was shocked to find that she so readily accepted him. As he entered her with his hard on, she let out a nearly inaudible sigh of pleasure. She’s done this before! The thought that his wife could have possibly been such a dirty little slut almost pushed him over the edge. He began to pump himself in and out. Slowly at first then he got a little more aggressive. Finally, he exploded inside her with a grunt and a moan of pleasure. They both stood there for a full minute. As he slipped himself out, she looked back and smiled. He kissed her in the small of her back, and stepped out of the shower. He’d clean himself up in the sink and let her finish getting ready for the day.

Twenty minutes later, she had finished getting dressed. Her mood was an exact 180 from what it had been. “Love, I have to go to the Burrow to pick up Ronnie. I think Molly and Arthur have had him long enough. Our honeymoon should have been over a week ago.”

He pulled her close to him. “Our honeymoon will never be over.” Then he kissed her one last time before she made off to the Burrow and him to his potion’s class.