I Love You More
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,819
Reviews:
5
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Currently Reading:
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The More You Put Me Through
The More You Put Me Through
Hermione/Snape
Nc-17
We’re both evil in our ways.
This is a short follow up to I Love You More. It was originally intended as a one shot but I couldn’t resist adding Severus’ side of the story. This little scene was actually inspired by the movie Unfaithful, if you haven’t seen it, it’s not a child’s movie but it’s really very good and I suggest it if you’d like to get an idea of just how this scene plays out.
All recognizable characters from the Harry Potter series are the sole property of JK. Rowling and all those associated with the aforementioned series. I take no credit for their creation and make no profit from this piece of fanfiction.
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Severus watched as she sipped her glass of wine, smiling slightly at something the man across from her said. He felt his hands tighten into fists at the look on her face as she reached across and wiped a thumb along the corner of his mouth. For years, she had denied her involvement with the little bastard but she could not deny what he saw with his own eyes. They’d argued earlier that evening and she’d stormed out of the flat but not before he could put a simple tracking charm on her cloak. It’d led him straight to the little muggle restaurant he now stood outside as he watched her fuss over Ronald Weasley.
He thought, not for the first time, that he should have just killed the boy off during the war. Make him just another casualty on the list of the fallen. Moreover, he would have, if he’d been able to get away with it. Simply for the fact that the man had dared touch what belonged to Severus, even if she hadn’t belonged to him at the time. And he had dared to do it again, knowing full well that Hermione was his. He’d just have to be dealt with, Severus thought, after he dealt with Hermione.
As he watched them stand to leave the restaurant, he bided his time, watching as they separated at the door with a buss on the cheek before going their separate ways. She moved down the sidewalk, very close to where he was hidden in one of the many alleys and as she moved to walk past, he grabbed her arm, pulling her into the darkness. She struggled at first, going for her wand but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against the cold stone wall, his other hand coming up to press against her mouth.
“I told you, never to see him alone again.” He said, gritting his teeth as he thought about just what they could have done together though rationally he knew they hadn’t been alone anywhere but the restaurant itself. That didn’t stop his actions though; he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
She bit down on the hand over her mouth, eyes dark and shining and he didn’t let up even as her teeth broke the skin. As she raised her knee, obviously intent on kicking him in the balls he jerked his hand away, using his now bleeding appendage to press against her thigh, effectively blocking her blow before it connected. As she opened her mouth he moved swiftly, pressing his lips against hers even as he used his body to press her more firmly against the hard surface at her back.
The feel of her, soft and lush, pliant even in her rigidity was enough to make him hard and all he wanted was to erase the thoughts plaguing his mind. Thoughts of her laid out across their bed, Ron on top of her, touching her skin and tasting her lips. Delights he knew were only his own to partake in. The hand holding her leg shifted, wrenching her skirt up her thighs to her waist were he gripped the satin panties she wore, tearing them with one viscous tug. As they fell to the ground she seemed to realize his intentions and began to kiss him back forcefully, nipping at his bottom lip as their teeth clashed together violently.
Moving his hand to the waist of his own trousers, he simply shoved them down, tearing the button loose in his haste. As his cock sprang free and hard he gripped her thigh, pulling it up sharply around his waist to wrap around his hip. She jerked her mouth away, head connecting with the wall as he released her hands to grab her other thigh and he was unprepared for her to lash out, catching him across the mouth with her open palm. The crack echoed through out the alley and he growled in anger, handling her roughly as he pulled her thighs tighter around his hips, unmindful of her comfort as her back slid across the wall behind her. She slapped him again, pushing at his chest before lunging forwards to kiss him savagely, gripping at his hair to hold his head in place.
He kissed her back just as forcefully, lining himself up before thrusting inside her. She pulled back with a gasp and he thrust again, slamming her back into the wall. She continued to struggle, alternately pulling at him and then pushing him away as he worked his hips. She was slick and tight around him, heels digging almost painfully into his lower back as his thrusts grew harder. He didn’t pull away as her nails dug into the back of his neck, her cries growing louder as she rocked against him. He could hear the sounds they made, grunts and moans as they came together again and again, the sound of their actual coupling muffled by the clothes they still wore.
With a drawn out scream she stiffened, back bowing away from the wall and his hips stuttered as spilled himself inside her. Using his heavier weight, he pressed himself deeply inside her, thinking only to fill her completely, to possess her inside and out. As he struggled for breath he realized what he’d done, how roughly he’d treated her and wanted to hate himself for it but he couldn’t. He loved her more than he’d ever thought possible, needed her as man needed air and he would never let her go, ever.
Hermione/Snape
Nc-17
We’re both evil in our ways.
This is a short follow up to I Love You More. It was originally intended as a one shot but I couldn’t resist adding Severus’ side of the story. This little scene was actually inspired by the movie Unfaithful, if you haven’t seen it, it’s not a child’s movie but it’s really very good and I suggest it if you’d like to get an idea of just how this scene plays out.
All recognizable characters from the Harry Potter series are the sole property of JK. Rowling and all those associated with the aforementioned series. I take no credit for their creation and make no profit from this piece of fanfiction.
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Severus watched as she sipped her glass of wine, smiling slightly at something the man across from her said. He felt his hands tighten into fists at the look on her face as she reached across and wiped a thumb along the corner of his mouth. For years, she had denied her involvement with the little bastard but she could not deny what he saw with his own eyes. They’d argued earlier that evening and she’d stormed out of the flat but not before he could put a simple tracking charm on her cloak. It’d led him straight to the little muggle restaurant he now stood outside as he watched her fuss over Ronald Weasley.
He thought, not for the first time, that he should have just killed the boy off during the war. Make him just another casualty on the list of the fallen. Moreover, he would have, if he’d been able to get away with it. Simply for the fact that the man had dared touch what belonged to Severus, even if she hadn’t belonged to him at the time. And he had dared to do it again, knowing full well that Hermione was his. He’d just have to be dealt with, Severus thought, after he dealt with Hermione.
As he watched them stand to leave the restaurant, he bided his time, watching as they separated at the door with a buss on the cheek before going their separate ways. She moved down the sidewalk, very close to where he was hidden in one of the many alleys and as she moved to walk past, he grabbed her arm, pulling her into the darkness. She struggled at first, going for her wand but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against the cold stone wall, his other hand coming up to press against her mouth.
“I told you, never to see him alone again.” He said, gritting his teeth as he thought about just what they could have done together though rationally he knew they hadn’t been alone anywhere but the restaurant itself. That didn’t stop his actions though; he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
She bit down on the hand over her mouth, eyes dark and shining and he didn’t let up even as her teeth broke the skin. As she raised her knee, obviously intent on kicking him in the balls he jerked his hand away, using his now bleeding appendage to press against her thigh, effectively blocking her blow before it connected. As she opened her mouth he moved swiftly, pressing his lips against hers even as he used his body to press her more firmly against the hard surface at her back.
The feel of her, soft and lush, pliant even in her rigidity was enough to make him hard and all he wanted was to erase the thoughts plaguing his mind. Thoughts of her laid out across their bed, Ron on top of her, touching her skin and tasting her lips. Delights he knew were only his own to partake in. The hand holding her leg shifted, wrenching her skirt up her thighs to her waist were he gripped the satin panties she wore, tearing them with one viscous tug. As they fell to the ground she seemed to realize his intentions and began to kiss him back forcefully, nipping at his bottom lip as their teeth clashed together violently.
Moving his hand to the waist of his own trousers, he simply shoved them down, tearing the button loose in his haste. As his cock sprang free and hard he gripped her thigh, pulling it up sharply around his waist to wrap around his hip. She jerked her mouth away, head connecting with the wall as he released her hands to grab her other thigh and he was unprepared for her to lash out, catching him across the mouth with her open palm. The crack echoed through out the alley and he growled in anger, handling her roughly as he pulled her thighs tighter around his hips, unmindful of her comfort as her back slid across the wall behind her. She slapped him again, pushing at his chest before lunging forwards to kiss him savagely, gripping at his hair to hold his head in place.
He kissed her back just as forcefully, lining himself up before thrusting inside her. She pulled back with a gasp and he thrust again, slamming her back into the wall. She continued to struggle, alternately pulling at him and then pushing him away as he worked his hips. She was slick and tight around him, heels digging almost painfully into his lower back as his thrusts grew harder. He didn’t pull away as her nails dug into the back of his neck, her cries growing louder as she rocked against him. He could hear the sounds they made, grunts and moans as they came together again and again, the sound of their actual coupling muffled by the clothes they still wore.
With a drawn out scream she stiffened, back bowing away from the wall and his hips stuttered as spilled himself inside her. Using his heavier weight, he pressed himself deeply inside her, thinking only to fill her completely, to possess her inside and out. As he struggled for breath he realized what he’d done, how roughly he’d treated her and wanted to hate himself for it but he couldn’t. He loved her more than he’d ever thought possible, needed her as man needed air and he would never let her go, ever.