Making sure the boy who lives, actually does...

Chapter 21: Sexerus

Hermione turned slowly, her heart beating in her throat as she did so. It was if everything was in slow motion, the turning of her body, and the feel of the sweat trickling down her back. Then everything was imminent the moment her eyes locked with that of a furious looking werewolf.

Hermione\'s eyes were wide; she could almost feel her eyelids peeling back as far as they could, the gleaming white around her dark and frightened pupils. She trembled at the feel of the snorting warm breath that the creature spelled across her face. And as she looked into the eyes of the wolf, hauntingly familiar eyes she held in a cry.

Lupin.

Hermione was backed against the door, her hands desperately searching for the doorknob and coming up with nothing. Lupin\'s beady eyes darted all over her body, surely deciding which would be tastiest. Hermione knew he was too far gone to register who she was, and even if he did it wouldn\'t matter. He was too taken over.


All the events of the night, past and present suddenly overtook her. She was inundated with memories, faces -mainly Severus and Professor S as as if they were separate entities- and landed on James Potter and his agitated presence at the door of her temporary dormitory, explaining that he had prior commitments.

This is why James was late. Hermione realized, tears trickling down her cheeks haphazardly. He was locking Lupin up for the night.

Hermione viewed as a long, pinkish tongue came to lap up several tears that had slipped down to her neck. The moments it slippery feel landed against her bared flesh she began to sputter a cry. It was barely heard over the sound of her own heartbeat ringing in her ears.

Lupin seemed intent on taking his time, watching her angrily as he licked her cheek, watching as she sobbed and struggled to move away. A paw of his came to land on her hand and she yelped out in pain.

\"Professor!\"

She suddenly didn\'t care if Professor Snape caught her after she ditched him. In fact she prayed he would. She would gladly tany pny punishment he decided to give her if it meant living!

\"Please.\" she whispered softly, trying to appeal to the humanity in the sadistic werewolf. \"Please don\'t kill me. Please Lupin....please.\"

But obviously her prior calls to her Professor had angered the ravenous beast. For now as he growled his fangs were bared, and his shining eyes narrowed in concentrated hunger. Or was it amusement?

James put Lupin in here. Draco found him and brought him to theiekiieking Shack to dispose of him too. I should have known. What was I thinking? I\'m going to die, all because of one stupid boy?!

As Lupin tilted his furry head, his large mouth peeling back to reveal rows of teeth, all ready to sink into her shaking flesh. She closed her eyes, silently praying for a miracle as well as hoping her death would be relatively fast and painless.

It was at that moment that the door to the classroom swung open, revealing a tall, cloaked figure. Hermione didn\'t notice though, for her eyes were squeezed shut and her heart slowing.

Hermione slipped onto her back as the door opened behind her, just as Lupin prepared to lunge at her, to tear out her throat. She gave out a startled shriek as a spell was shouted above her head.

\"Nullus Movere!\"

Hermione looked to the figure, her dark eyes slipping back into her head as she realized she\'d just been saved by the boy she\'d been searching for. Severus leaned over, his once darkened face becoming clear. He proceeded to go on watching as Hermione struggled to remain conscious.

\"Hermione!\" Snape said lightly, looking to her in shock and kneeling beside her trembling frame in concern -although he\'d never admit it to anyone-. \"Why are you here? What happened?\"

Hermione struggled to answer, finding it hard to even speak after what she\'d gone through. Sitting up she saw the limp -but still breathing figure- of Lupin at the far side of the room. Seeing her duress at his condition Severus stroked her cheek lightly and gathered her up in his arms.

\"He\'s just minimally paralyzed, it\'ll wear off soon.\"

Hermione nodded, wrapping her arms around him as he led her out of the classroom, shutting and warding the door behind him and the motionless Lupin. The sound woke Hermione from her paralysis in enough time to see that he was leading her somewhere.

\"Severus.\" Hermione said softly, looking to the boy of her fascination. At the use of his name, Severus looked to Hermione with a confused look in his eyes. Hermione -in the throes of anguish and sudden elation- didn\'t notice this look of uncertainty that crossed his features.

\"Severus.\" she murmured again against his chest, reveling in the feel of his arms lifting and carrying her as if she were weightless. It was like coming home, feeling his arms around her.

\"Where are we going?\" she questioned softly, allowing her head to fall on his shoulder, watching his lips from an odd angle as he spoke.

\"The Astronomy Tower.\"

That was all he said, his decision obviously made. They made their way into the deserted Astronomy Tower in a matter of moments, warding all entrances before Snape lowered Hermione to a standing position beside him, looking to her.

\"Thank you for saving me.\" Hermione said awkwardly, feeling out of place with him all of a sudden. Snape\'s face seeping into her thoughts and distracting her. She stopped all thoughts of him -or tried very hard to- for Severus would obviously read her mind if she appeared too distracted.

They stood there a moment, until Hermione dragged him into another tight embrace, wanting to feel him against her. Her cheek was pressed to his chest and in that one, singular feel and smell of the boy she\'d fallen for, she lost all resolve. Large tears slipped down her cheeks

\"Hermione?\" Snape asked curiously, looking to the top of her head. \"I thought you were going with Potter to the dance...what\'s wrong? Why are you crying?\"

Hermione brought her tear-stained face up to meet his, seeing only worry in his eyes. His beautiful, under appreciated eyes. She knew all that he would go through, all that he had been through. It was unfair to ask so much of a boy or even a man.

\"It\'s you.\" she uttered softly, the unspoken sob lurching in her throat. She let herself trace the back of her hand on his cheek, seeing the confusion in those familiar eyes of his. The fresher looking mouth, the vivid darkness of his hair in contrast with the pallor of his skin. \"It\'s really you.\"

\"Of course it is.\" Snape said slowly, arching a dark eyebrow skyward as she gazed at him through tear-laden eyelashes. Hermione said nothing, watching the mystic power of his tunnel-like eyes.

With the feel of his warm face against her palm she knew that this was real. She was touching him, feeling him, with him once more. Before she could make herself stop, she\'d lurched up on tiptoes, bringing his face to her own. In a matter of seconds, Snape\'s mouth was on her own, greedily taking all that she had to offer.

They were under the starry sky, the sounds of muffled laughter radiating from inside the castle. But all Hermione heard was she and Severus, the moans and groans that emitted from them as their lips touched. He felt her hands raking down his back, trying to kiss him as deep and full as she could muster. He wasn\'t used to this much force from her, but wasn\'t about to object.

Hermione didn\'t know what she had expected when she saw Severus. She really didn\'t have a plan. All she wanted to do was kiss him. To feel him. Suddenly her thoughts were clouded and she knew what she felt she wanted. She didn\'t take the time to rationalize.

Snape backed her against a bench at the far side of the tower, bathed in the starry blanket above them. Hermione barely noticed, her eyes weloselosed and her senses were her guide. It was Snape that lay her on the bench, kissing her mouth deeply before making a trail of kisses down her chin.

She giggled as his lips reached her neck, tickling and exciting her as she looked to the sky. Twinkles of light, flashing above her as the boy she loved caressed her with his mouth. He was at her collar now, sucking and making her moan.

He had her hands at her side, pinning her body down on the bench with his own. He wasn\'t that heavy, and part of her loved the rougher side of him. She knew that Professor Snape could never be like this. The man was void of all sexual desire, he had to be. She pushed thoughts of Professor Snape from her mind, refusing to ruin this moment with Severus.

She saw the tip of his dark head, his eyes closed in rapturous abandon. She could feel his arousal, rubbing against her inner thigh as he continued his exploration of her exposed flesh.

Slowly his hands moved to her clothed breasts, pausing before lowering back to her waist, pulling him into her as his mouth returned to her own. Part of him always wanted to ravish her, but another part of him couldn\'t do it. She seemed above him, as if he should never aim to taint her. His tongue slipped her lips open, tasting all of her as her body practically melted into his own.

\"Severus.\" Hermione said lightly, slowly bringing his hand up to cup her clothed breast once more, her voice thick with arousal, one leg coming to wrap around his own. \"Don\'t hold back.\"

Severus was silent a moment, panting slightly, his hair mussed all over looking quite endearing. As if he were processing the words his eyes flicked back and forth over her face.

\"I have to.\" Severus finally said lightly, looking a bit uncomfortable, some of his usual confidence having ceased. Didn\'t she realize what she was asking him? She knew his volatility, she knew he wouldn\'t be able to hold back. There was also another reason for his lack of confidence, but he refused to dwell on it. \"You know-\"

Hermione pressed a light finger to his lips, shaking her head and signaling him to stop. When his lip fell stoic she removed her finger, placing a gentle kiss on his slightly parted lips.

\"I know exactly what I\'m asking.\"

Severus suddenly crawled off of her to sit next to her on the bench, his brows suddenly furrowing. She wasn\'t normally like this. She wasn\'t normally so intent on this sort of physical contact. She was the type to hug, to tentatively kiss. She was never this demanding.

\"Please?\" she suddenly inquired, ducking her head embarrassed before raising her eyes to meet his. He saw her dark eyes filling with uncertainty, mirroring his own he made his decision. He looked over to her, giving her a shy smile before nodding.

She smiled back, sitting up before he moved over to her, allowing her only to prop herself up on her elbows. She was transfixed as she watched his slender fingers coming up to her collar, knowing he had to be gentle. He unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers.

In a matter of long, sexually charged moments, Snape had unbuttoned every button on her blouse without tearing his gaze from hers. Hermione was certain that she was under some delightful spell, and she couldn\'t care less. She loved the look of him, she thought he appeared positively regal. He had an air of grace about his movements, making him almost unearthly.

Slowly his hands slipped to the collar of her blouse, slipping it down her shoulders slowly, letter his fingers dance across her arm as she shivered. Her lips parted in subconscious pleasure and he had to smirk. Her eyelids were dropping every now and then, in a mix of pleasure induced fatigue.

Just when he thought he had her completely under his spell of seduction, Hermione cleared her throat lightly and uttered a slow; \"Aren\'t...aren\'t you going to get undressed as well?\"

Severus looked to her in surprise, a bit irked that she\'d ruined the moment. But then she smiled at him, that sweet and untried smile and he couldn\'t help but soften just a bit. Suddenly she gripped at his robes, trying to slip them off of his shoulders.

\"Hermione.\" Severus said lightly brushing her hands from her robes and watching her as she lowered her hands. Slowly he removed his robe, staring at the flustered girl inches from him in perplexity. \"Why do you really want to do this?\"

Hermione gave him a shy smile, wishing it wasn\'t all so awkward. \"Why do most people do it Severus?\"

Snape turned a bit pink at her words, not really appreciating the slight patronizing tone in them. He got a more professional look to him, trying to appear mature abthe the whole thing.

\"It just doesn\'t seem that you want to do it.\" He faltered as she looked to him incredulously and went on. \"By that I mean...it seems as if you don\'t want to do this, but need to.\"

\"Severus.\" Hene she said exasperated, her eyes raking his lithe form as he unbuttoned the first of his shirt buttons. \"Please no more questions. Just know that I want you.\"

Severus nodded, seeming to appreciate the comment. He gingerly placed his robe across the back of the bench, not wanting to get it needlessly dirty. Hermione watched in agitation, part of her wanting to completely enjoy his striptease, but the other part worried that they\'d be caught.

\"And Severus,\" She finally added with a smirk. \"You don\'t have to be so gentle you know. I won\'t break.\"

Slowly a gleam went into Severus\' eyes, accompanied by a sudden grin that Hermione was instantly wary of. As if it were old times when they were enemies, Snape was raking his eyes up and down her body as if mapping out where he\'d lay his claim.

Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into now?

Although she was frightened, part of her was beyond aroused to see that familiar predatory look coming into his eyes. He was rough then, she\'d missed that touch. No pansy like dancing around of subjects for him. He knew what he wanted, he wasn\'t indecisive like...Oh stop it Hermione! They\'re the same person!

His mouth and body was savagely upon her before she\'d even gotten a real chance to get settled. It was electric, and she actually felt her toes curling at the feel of his mouth sucking at her neck as she arched into him.

Suddenly his shirt was ripped from his body, tossing it over his shoulder as he looked back to Hermione in careful interest. He knew she loved the feel of him, especially his mouth and fingers. Slowly his hand trailed over the mounds of her breasts, soon released from their lacy confines. She shivered as the night air hit her bared breasts, her face flushing.

\"Don\'t worry.\" Severus said as he lowered his mouth to her ear, her eyelids fluttering at the feel of his breath against her earlobe. She felt his hair tickling her neck, slowly moving downward as he licked the edge of one erect nipple. Hermione felt her stomach bottoming out at the feel of it, as if everything he did was fire igniting.

She felt him pinning her shoulders down, stopping her from jerking away from him. Slowly he took the nipple into his warm mouth, sucking at her as she was moaning, her eyes shut and the sky becoming blurry. It was bliss.

But as if feeling her urgency, Severus began to move faster. Slowly his hands came to cup her thighs, parting them generously as her breathing hitched. He didn\'t seem to notice as he slid her skirt up, over her hips. She was trembling, suddenly thinking she\'d made the wrong choice.

This was only furthered as he unbuttoned his trousers, lowering them and revealing a most impressive and large looking member that she\'d ever seen. Hermione\'s eyes widened at the sight of it, and her breathing became erratic. Severus gave her an odd look, a mixture of question and worry.

\"What is it?\" his low voice rumbled, exciting and terrifying her. It was suddenly realized that she was about to have real sex, with Professor Severus Snape, young man or not.

\"It won\'t fit.\" she suddenly blurted, not able to tear her eyes away from it. Severus suddenly covered himself, looking rather embarrassed. She could tell he was agitated as well as embarrassed and wasn\'t really surprised at his next comment.

\"Well, this wasn\'t my idea, Hermione.\"

\"I know.\" Hermione said, her eyes filling with tears at her own meek words. \"I know I just....I don\'t know.\"

Hermione wiped her eyes, not seeing the look that had crossed Severus features. If she had she couldn\'t have been more surprised to see the compassion mirrored there. It lasted a flicker of a moment before she turned to face him.

\"I want to.\" she stated simply, trying not to be weepy. Severus said nothing, moving strands of hair that had slipped into her face. She sniffled a bit, watching him as he touched her softly.

She knew then that he was capable of so much. A breadth of emotions that she\'d underestimated him for. She smiled gently, tracing a forefinger down the side of his jaw, preparing herself.

\"I\'m ready.\"

\"As you wish.\" Severus said quietly, removing her panties with a gentle, downward motion. She shivered at the feel and the contact of the fabric sliding down to her calves. She locked eyes with Severus, hoping that this would be worth all the awkwardness and worry and agitation. Hoping it-

\"Oh God.\"

Hermione cried out in pain, feeling as he forced his way into her suddenly. She hadn\'t even been ready for it. She had been right. He was much torge rge for her. It couldn\'t be this painful for other girls during their first time, could it?

She grasped the back of his neck, hissing through her teeth as he ground into her. He looked to her with uncertainty written on his pale face, his dark brows furrowed in a mixture of concentration and worry.

\"Hermione?\" when she didn\'t answer he began to get angry and pull away, looking down at her. \"I warned you.\"

\"Please!\" Hermione cried out, grasping onto him and panting, needing him to continue. She wasn\'t going through all of this for nothing. Not only that, she didn\'t want him to leave. \"Don\'t stop. Just try to be a little bit...gentler.\"

She frowned at her own indecisiveness, knowing that he was probably getting quite irritated with her flustered requests. But surprisingly, he didn\'t seem to be as expert she thought he\'d be. He seemed rather worried and strained all at once, concentrating at the task. Wasn\'t it supposed to be rejuvenating and fun?

Severus nodded, thrusting into her more gently, watching as her eyelids fluttered at his ministrations, her body arching into his. She had been ready for him, that was for certain. She was tentative at first, but soon her hips were grinding along with his, her eyes closed and his body guiding her own as she moaned.

He groaned along with her as he pumped into her, and as much as there wasn thn there was plea. Ho. Hot, white pleasure that made her quiver inside and out. She was trembling, holding Severus\' muscled form against her own, their arms locked and her hands on his back, holding him.

With every thrust she felt the warming bench against her back, causing delightful texture to the moment. She was sure that she would recall every moment of this. The sky, the feel, the smell of Severus soapy and herbal mix. This was a moment she could never forget.

\"Hermi-ione.\" Severus suddenly groaned, thrusting himself into her once more, feeling his eyes slam shut at the force. She was maddeningly tight, but the reward was overwhelmingly worth it.

\"C-call me, M-miss Granger-r.\" Hermione purred, not knowing where the request came from. It wasn\'t until later on that she recalled she\'d asked him to call her by that name. Severus would have been perplexed if it weren\'t for the fact that he was nearing the end.

Hermione\'s eyes were shut, their sweating bodies going at it madly on the bench. Hermione was thrusting as must as she could, feeling a sensation welling up within her that could only be released by having him deeper inside her. She grunted and sighed as she kept up with him, each thrust bringing her closer to that inevitable explosion.

It finally came to her as he growled a rough \"Come for me then, Miss Granger.\" into her ear. She felt her insides tightening around him, and a loud moan turned shriek resounded into his mouth as he covered hers with his own. He followed soon after, shuddering a moment before bestowing a quick kiss on her lips.

Hermione was dazed, looking to the starry night in shocked surprise. So that was it. It was over and done with now. She and Snape had done it, she was no longer that prudish virgin. She didn\'t mean to, but a small tear trickled down her cheek.

Severus didn\'t see though, he\'d already moved to the other side of the bench, pulling on his trousers and buttoning his shirt. Hermione had to admit she was a bit perplexed, as well as a bit hurt.

\"That\'s it?\"

Severus looked to her in surprise, then pointing his wand at her uttered a small cleansing spell. The remnants of their copulating were gone, and Hermione\'s panties and bra were back on her body. She looked down at herself, wondering if she looked any different.

The rumor was you were supposed to look more radiant, more womanly. She didn\'t feel very womanly, wrapped her arms around her legs on the edge of a bench as Severus pulled on his robe. She felt like a lost child.

Severus seemed more distant now, as if he didn\'t exactly know what to say to her. He glanced at her, motioning for her to dress as well. \"You\'re clothes are on the back of the bench.\" He said lowly, looking rather askew.

Hermione\'s eyes filled with sudden tears, perhaps all that had happened was coming to her full force, or perhaps it was the realization that she\'d done just about the stupidest thing of her entire life with her Professor.

What made her think that making love to his younger self would make him want her any more in the future? Now that all was said and done, she knew she\'d been fool hearty and too curious for her own good.

\"Would you stop sniffling?\" Severus said harshly, hating to see her cry. He assumed that she was sobbing because he\'d been so horrible and this only infuriated him. \"I never forced you to do this.\"

\"I know.\" Hermione said defiantly, her tears drying as she looked to the tall boy. \"I never said you did.\"

\"This was a horrible idea.\" Severus said, ignoring her words. Hermione felt her stomach bottoming out as he spoke the words, her heart sinking as he looked to her.

Suddenly he realized what he\'d said, and felt his heart sinking himself. How foolish to say that. He parted his mouth to speak when a door to the Astronomy Tower slammed open, and before he could apologize to Hermione, he was zapped against the other side of the roof.

Hermione shrieked and looked to the door, seeing that it was none other than Professor Snape himself. He looked over to Hermione in fury, coming over to the bench in slow measured steps, seeing that she was only half dressed.

\"Get dressed this instant.\" He growled lowly, his teeth grinding so roughly he was getting a migraine. It didn\'t take a genius to see what had happened here.

Hermione felt herself crying openly now, in fear as well as regret. He did not look like a man that was there to whip her into his arms and proclaim his love for her. No, Professor Snape looked like a man who was about to severely reprimand a student. A bothersome, annoying student.

\"Cease your sobbing this instant.\" Snape hissed as he came over to her, his dark eyes flashing with malice. She pulled on the rest of her clothes, robes included and tried to stop her sobbing at his words.

Snape retrieved their potion to return home and slipped a vial into her palm. He was still glaring at her as she looked to the limp figure of Severus. With one final teary look at him, she swallowed the vial in one quick gulp, watching Snape\'s furious face swirl into oblivion.

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It was moments later that the lank figure of the teenage Severus started and woke from his momentary coma. His head was aching and he rose a hand to the back of his head where a nasty bump had raised.

\"Where am I?\" Severus said to himself, shaking his head slightly as he struggled to stand. He felt exhausted all of a sudden, but knew he was to meet Hermione at the dance. A worried look crossed his features as to what was commence tonight.

He was at the top of the Astronomy Tower. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered was walking down the hallway, getting ready to go down to the dance when....it was blurry.

Severus stood shakily, looking to the sky in a bit of a daze. Looking to the stars he couldn\'t help but think of Hermione. His Hermione. He frowned, knowing what he was going to have to do tonight. He wasn\'t sure he could go through with it.

He shook his head, his heart pounding at the thought of seeing Hermione tonight. He knew she\'d be sweet and pure, and happy to see him. She\'d kiss him, hold him, and love him.

There was something about her that he couldn’t quite place. It was almost in her eyes. As if he knew her in another life or ssuchsuch nonsense. He still wasn’t quite sure of what he felt for her. Was it lust? Was it something deeper? Was it amusement? He didn’t think he’d ever know, but now he had other things to think about.

Brushing the dust off of his cloak, and his mind now preoccupied with thoughts of tonight, he set off down the hall, completely oblivious to what had happened moments before.

Back in the future though, that more certainly wasn\'t the case...
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