The Victor ~ An Alternative Scenario

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 2 ~ Connecting

Severus carried Hermione up the stairs and through the house, kissing the witch more passionately than he had ever dared before. He headed for the bedroom, both of Hermione’s arms wrapped around his neck, lost in his kisses. This was it. There was nothing to stop them now. No conventions. No limitations. No Dark Lord.

Severus turned around and pushed the bedroom door open with his back. He didn’t bother closing it. Only he and Hermione were here. He tried to set the witch down, but she clung to him.

“The bed, Severus. Take me to the bed. I want to feel you on top of me, kissing me,” the witch begged him sweetly.

“Hermione,” he breathed looking into her desire dilated eyes, the amber of her irises so bright, they looked like twin suns. He couldn’t remember any witch looking at him with such desire.

“The bed, Severus…please,” the witch moaned, locking her mouth to his again, her hands beginning to move through his hair, caressing his head as her tongue invaded his mouth. Unable to resist Hermione, Severus carried her to the bed turned around and fell on his back. The witch scrambled on top of him, kissing him insanely, pressing her body into his. He could feel every curve beneath her robes.

Her small mouth moved from his, kissing her way down his jawbone. The wizard closed his eyes, his hands resting on her back, unmoving. He was so used to having to be in control. Hermione moved back to his mouth.

“Touch me,” she whispered against his lips. “Gods, Severus…touch me all over.”

Severus opened his eyes and looked up at Hermione. Her face was flushed and her eyes pleading. He began to move his hands over her body through her robes, sweeping over the small of her back and over her soft buttocks and down the back of her thighs.

“Oh my gods. My gods,” she breathed again. “I want to feel your hands on my skin.”

Suddenly, Severus felt his hands sliding over flesh, not fabric. Soft, warm, smooth flesh. The wizard stopped.

“You’re naked,” he said to the witch, his breath hitching as they rested on her body. She was hot as fire. “How did you do it? You have no wand.”

Hermione let out a sound that made his belly tighten.

“I don’t care how I did it, Severus…keeping touching me…your hands are like heaven,” the witch breathed, locking her mouth to his again, her tongue tangling with his. She was grinding against his erection mercilessly, and the wizard groaned.

“I need to be naked too,” he thought, but was unwilling to get up, Hermione felt so delicious writhing over him.

Again, a change. Her flesh was moving against his flesh.

“Oh Severus,” Hermione cried out as she felt his huge organ pressing into her lower belly and pelvis. She raised herself up to look at his cock. It was long, thick, pale and throbbing. Her mouth dropped open and she looked up at him before rolling to the side and unashamedly wrapping her hand around its length, caressing it.

“It’s so beautiful…so hard…so big, Severus,” she breathed as she felt the iron beneath the shifting, soft covering of skin. She ran her hand over the swollen head, staring at it, mesmerized.

Severus felt as if he couldn’t breathe as the witch stroked his organ, her eyes locked to it, her mouth slightly opened, her pink tongue wetting her lips. She looked up at him.

“You want me now, don’t you Severus? We’ve waited so long and I want to be part of you…for you to be part of me…I want to feel you inside me. I’m not afraid…”

Hermione scooted up and offered him her mouth, still caressing the wizard hard cock. Every muscle in Severus’ body was tense, wanting to unwind and spring. The touch of her hand made him want a fuller, more complete caress.

“Hermione,” he gasped against her mouth, “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, witch.”

”Tell me,” she whispered back, sucking on his lips for a moment before reinserting her supple little tongue.

Severus couldn’t tell her anything when she was kissing him and rubbing him like this. He had to show her.

The wizard rolled the witch over, resting on top of her and pillaged her mouth with his tongue almost brutally as the curves of her body pressed against his.

Severus slid downward, his mouth moving over Hermione’s throat, his hands caressing the side of her breasts, hips and thighs, the witch arching hungrily against him, so powerfully she lifted him up. The wizard was at her breasts now, and looking up at the witch he carefully caressed one full globe.

“Oh…oh…” Hermione moaned at the contact. “more…please…more”

“So responsive,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to her hardened peak and drawing it in gently.

Hermione let out a cry and started trembling as Severus suckled her breast, fondling the other tenderly, letting his hand smooth over her flesh, savor the feel and texture of her skin. The witch was moaning his name, her hips thrusting hungrily as he worshipped her body as best he could, switching breasts and running his hand over her thighs and sweeping them beneath her soft, full ass. He wanted to go lower, to taste her flavor but Hermione let out a howl of need.

“Severus…Severus don’t torment me anymore. I want you so badly…deflower me…make me a woman…make love to me,” she said to him, her voice breaking with desire and emotion. The wizard looked up at her, his chin resting on her belly. Hermione’s bright eyes met his dark ones.

“Pleeeeeease,” she groaned down at him. It seemed as if she were in pain.

And Hermione was in a kind of pain. She was in full heat, longing for him, an ache inside her that she had never felt full force before. Oh, there were inklings when they kissed so chastely in his study, little pulses of desire…but not this kind of roaring flame washing over her. Every part of her body ached for the wizard’s touch, his hands soothing but inspiring, and there was a part of her that wanted more than a touch. It wanted strength, power, to feel his manhood, his masculinity.

“Fuck me Severus,” she groaned, shocking the wizard. “I don’t care how hard or how rough or how anything. I just want you. Deflower me!” the witch shrieked, writhing and pulling on the wizard desperately, spreading her legs underneath him.

“Dear gods,” the wizard breathed, sliding his body upward and lifting himself on his hands, looking down at the witch. Hermione’s eyes were blazing with need.

“All right, all right Hermione,” he said soothingly as if trying to calm a wild animal. He hadn’t known she would be like this. He had thought this would be a gentle possession, with the witch frightened and needing reassurance. That is how he thought virgins acted. For a moment, just a quick moment…Severus thought Hermione might not be as innocent as she seemed. The wizard reached down between the witch’s legs and fingered her lightly. Hermione screeched and buckled at the delicious contact.

Yes, he felt her hymen. She was a virgin.

“Oh gods, that felt so damn good,” Hermione gasped, her pelvis rolling and asking for more as Severus took his hand away, trying to tell himself it wouldn’t have made a difference if she wasn’t a virgin. But he knew deep down inside it would have. He would still have taken her, most likely still have loved her…but a part of him would have felt betrayed. Thank the gods she was what she appeared to be. He wanted no more deceptions. His last doubts evaporated.

Severus rolled to the side slightly and positioned his organ against Hermione’s opening, the witch thrusting desperately.

“Stop. Stop Hermione…you have to calm down, love. Be still. Be still,” he said to her in his silkiest voice as the head of his cock rested against her wet, hot core. He was doing his best to restrain himself, sweat beading his forehead. Hermione calmed somewhat, her eyes glowing as she looked at him.

Severus moved back over Hermione and carefully looped his arms under her legs, drawing them up so her knees hooked over them. He looked down at the petite witch spread under him and drew in a long breath…holding it.

“I love you, Hermione Granger,” he breathed, driving into her sharply, stretching her hymen and feeling it snap as he slid inside another kind of heaven, Hermione crying out as he did as she asked…made her a woman. Severus released her legs and lowered himself on her body, still embedded deep inside her. She was so tight and warm, he felt he was experiencing a small, sweet embrace undulating around his organ. The wizard kissed the witch deeply.

To Hermione, the wizard had just eclipsed life, death and all that lie between it, filling her completely, hard, warm, male and hers. His penetration had hurt, but not badly…it was a relief to feel him so large and so real nestled inside her. Now his mouth was locked to hers, his tongue gently probing, scouring, possessing, and she gave herself over to him, the pain ebbing.

Experimentally, Severus pulled back a little ways, his cock sliding through the moist clutch of Hermione’s body. He couldn’t help but groan at the sweetness of her inner caress. Hermione arched as she felt him slide back, then hissed as he pressed forward again. Gods…gods…he felt so good.

Severus’ mouth went slack as he began to fuck Hermione…he had never experienced a witch who felt more exquisite, more perfect as he slid in and out of her warmth, staring down at her as Hermione abandoned herself to pleasure, sighing, moaning, her body moving erotically, her hips rolling, stimulating him. She was already good, though this was new to her, and Severus’ heart swelled because he was the one who introduced this aggravating, brilliant witch to the ways of love and passion.

He began to flow, his rhythm and speed increasing, driving into Hermione with some force now, banging against her cervix, the witch gasping and emitting little shrieks as his cock parted her over and over. She flowed around him, lubrication abounding, her pussy sucking at his shaft wetly, leaving it glistening and oiled as it penetrated her again and again.

“Yes, witch, yes,” Severus purred down at her, his eyes fluttering with pleasure and whirling his hips, another more guttural sound rising from the witch as he did so. “Is it good Hermione? Am I good?”

“Better than good,” she breathed, then let out another sharp cry as he hit her deeper and harder. Severus hadn’t meant to do that…it was reactionary.

Catching himself, the wizard eased up, beginning to shift his hips and change the angle of his penetration, Hermione moaning appreciatively as he scoured every inch of her sweet, tight sleeve. There would be time to show Hermione his other, darker carnal side, and judging by the hunger she evidenced, the wizard believed she would be able to handle him. But for now…this was about connection, a deeper connection than he had ever shared with anyone.

Hermione suddenly began to shudder, wrapping her arms around the wizard’s neck and babbling words he couldn’t understand. He felt the initial throb heralding her impending release and began to fuck her a bit harder and faster, rolling his pelvis, doing his best to match her…to erupt with her.

“I’m going to take you there, Hermione…hang on to me, love….hang on,” he said softly.
The witch held on, feeling herself rise as if on the crest of a great wave, riding toward some unspeakably beautiful place, Severus with her. Suddenly she exploded, pleasure rolling over her like the crashing tide, her toes curling, her entire body one being of bliss…then she felt him…Severus…flowing with her, his voice sounding deep and raw from someplace far, but closer than any voice she’d ever known. He clutched her tightly, seeming to whimper as his pulsing heat filled her body, gushing forward, then flowing back, spilling over like her love for him spilled over.

Severus clutched the witch to him, feeling as if his entire being were flowing into her, combining with her, the two of them becoming one single soul. It was then he realized that this was Life…not the bodies and the world they left behind…but this union, this ultimate connection, this love that defied even death.

Severus lay against the witch, kissing her temple softly, trembling from his release. He wasn’t tired in the conventional sense. It was more like a drained feeling, as if something were lost that had to be replenished over time, something that was better lost than kept. Something better given than hoarded.

“That was amazing,” Hermione breathed, opening her eyes and looking at Severus in a way that sent a thrill through him. Gods, what the witch made him feel. He could face a whole army of Sirius Blacks and James Potters as long as this witch was by his side.

“You are amazing,” he replied, kissing the witch gently on the lips and smoothing back her tangled hair. Hermione gave him a soft smile.

“What do we do now, Severus?” she asked him.

Severus studied her for several moments, then for the first time in a long, long time, the wizard smiled.

“Anything we want, Hermione Granger. Anything at all.”

THE END

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A/N: Short and sweet. :) I hoped you all enjoyed this alternate scenario. Man, I am never writing three stories again at the same time ever again. Lol. I may continue this story at a later date. Heaven sounds like an interesting place. Especially with Sirius there. He could start all kinds of trouble...like maybe trying to steal Hermione away from Severus? ooh. lolol. Anyway, please leave a last review.