Remember When It Rained
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,167
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Twenty
Remember When It Rained
Chapter Twenty
Never Let Go
“Hermione!”
She looked up at him, her face ravaged by tears and rain, his name falling from her lips in startled amazement. He was instantly at her side scooping her to him, his hands stroking her hair as she keened his name over and over.
They stayed there, huddling together and eventually the rain slowed into a slow drizzle as her sobs abated into hiccups.
“Hermione,” he finally murmured as he lifted her face to his gaze and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss filled with the unspoken words of love.
Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she pressed herself closer to him and responded, their tongues dueling. His hands roamed her back, cupping her arse and pressing her closer to his hardness. She moaned into his mouth and grasping a handful of hair, pulled him closer still.
When they finally broke their kiss a breathless Severus stood and offered his hand to her and with out a word they walked slowly into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. She felt none of her customary fear of the place with him.
The pair walked hand in hand down a trail which led to a small clearing that was sheltered by a small copse of trees.
“Silly girl,” he whispered as he pulled her close once more. “Running out into a storm without a proper cloak! Whatever were you thinking?”
She burrowed her face into his chest, not caring that at that moment they both stood in the gentle caress of raindrops, nor caring that they were both soaked through to their skin. All she knew was that he was here with her and that because of this she could survive. She sighed and answered,
“I just wanted to get out of there, I felt so closed in.”
They stood there for a time, their hands stroking each other’s back. Neither needed to speak, content with nothing but the sound of the rain on green leaves and the steady thrum of each others heartbeat.
“Kiss me Severus,” she whispered suddenly. “I don’t care if it’s wrong I just need you to kiss me.”
With a growl he obliged, taking her lips with a fierceness that set fire to her blood. This was what she had been wanting all these months, she thought as his tongue swept over hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hands pulled her against him, his arousal pressing against her belly, his hands stoking the fire within her. She wiggled against him causing him to end the kiss with a hissing intake of breath. They were both panting from the intensity of the moment, their eyes lit with a fiery determination that the night wouldn’t end right there.
They had gone on with the charade for far too long.
“Make love to me Severus,” she said feeling suddenly brazen.
“No,” he barked.
She scowled at his tone and refusal, but before she had time to burst into frustrated tears he pulled her to him again and whispered,
“No, Hermione I will not make love to you. I will make you mine.”
With that he kissed her again and stepped back.
With a flick of his fingers, the clasp to her robes was undone and the rain sodden material dropped from her shoulders and fell in a puddle at her feet. He gasped at the sight of her in her camisole, wet though and leaving nothing to the imagination. The material clung to her like a second skin, her dusky nipples hard from arousal and the chill were pressing against the silk, inviting him to taste, to touch. So he did and she cried out in startled pleasure at the feel of his hot mouth on her.
He held her up with his hands pressed against her back as his mouth and hands tasted and stroked, until he could stand no more. He had to feel her skin in his mouth. His hands ripped the fragile material away from her as his mouth descended once more.
Her hands weren’t idle as worked his spell on her, she ran them through his hair, pressing him closer to her breasts encouraging him to take as much as he desired. Her head fell back as she moaned his name into the night.
“Severus!” she whispered shakily. “Severus!”
He lowered her to the ground, his hands stroking her sides, his lips kissing hers. She sighed as the kiss ended and she opened her eyes to see him over her, his lips swollen his eyes hooded.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He smiled at her and then ripped her silken pants away in a swift movement. His eyes drank her in with one lingering glance as she lay there pale against the emerald grass. The rain caressed her gently, drops sliding over her flesh. He bent down and licked some from her belly and said, “I have no intention of stopping Hermione.”
He stood up, his eyes never leaving her and unbuttoned his cloak. He let it fall to the ground while he began to unbutton the many buttons of his shirt. After shrugging it from his form, he undid his trousers and kicked them off.
Hermione gazed wide eyed at his nakedness, her eyes raking his form and widening at his erection. A small frison of fear shimmied up her spine at the sight of it, for to her it looked intimidating. Her eyes met his which shone with something that she couldn’t name, but none the less caused her clit to throb even harder than it had before. Feeling brave and flushed with desire she opened her arms in invitation and with a growl he swooped down on her and took her lips with his.
The falling rain did nothing to cool their ardor, but rather caused it to burn hotter with every stroke of their tongues on the drops that formed on their skin. His hand caressed her body, her hands his as they explored each other. Lips and hands flew with furious abandon over heated flesh as they tasted and nibbled, each discovering places on the other that pleased.
Finally, neither could stand no more. The primal call for completion was all that they heard.
He inhaled her pained gasp as he filled her in a single thrust.
“Hermione!” he gasped. She was so hot and tight and wet around him that he knew that he wouldn’t last but a short time. She looked up at him the pain in her eyes quickly fading into desire as her body adjusted to his and the fire burned again. She lifted her hips against his sending his heart higher and causing him to thrust back.
She closed her eyes, her back arching hips thrusting to meet his as he stroked in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She thought she was going to die from the pleasure of it all, the smoothness of him inside of her, the stroking of his thumb on her clit. She could hardly draw breath as she felt herself being hurdled higher and higher as if she were flying. Suddenly she heard herself screaming his name as she exploded around him, her body burning hot in spite of the cooling rain that fell upon them.
With a few more strokes, she felt his muscles tense as he roared aloud, his body shuddering over hers as his essence filled her.
A/N: Hope this pleases! Thanks to all who have reviewed! I am amazed by the numbers, and promise to respond to all asap. Right now is a hectic time of year for me at my job, but I will respond I swear. In the meantime—HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Chapter Twenty
Never Let Go
“Hermione!”
She looked up at him, her face ravaged by tears and rain, his name falling from her lips in startled amazement. He was instantly at her side scooping her to him, his hands stroking her hair as she keened his name over and over.
They stayed there, huddling together and eventually the rain slowed into a slow drizzle as her sobs abated into hiccups.
“Hermione,” he finally murmured as he lifted her face to his gaze and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss filled with the unspoken words of love.
Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she pressed herself closer to him and responded, their tongues dueling. His hands roamed her back, cupping her arse and pressing her closer to his hardness. She moaned into his mouth and grasping a handful of hair, pulled him closer still.
When they finally broke their kiss a breathless Severus stood and offered his hand to her and with out a word they walked slowly into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. She felt none of her customary fear of the place with him.
The pair walked hand in hand down a trail which led to a small clearing that was sheltered by a small copse of trees.
“Silly girl,” he whispered as he pulled her close once more. “Running out into a storm without a proper cloak! Whatever were you thinking?”
She burrowed her face into his chest, not caring that at that moment they both stood in the gentle caress of raindrops, nor caring that they were both soaked through to their skin. All she knew was that he was here with her and that because of this she could survive. She sighed and answered,
“I just wanted to get out of there, I felt so closed in.”
They stood there for a time, their hands stroking each other’s back. Neither needed to speak, content with nothing but the sound of the rain on green leaves and the steady thrum of each others heartbeat.
“Kiss me Severus,” she whispered suddenly. “I don’t care if it’s wrong I just need you to kiss me.”
With a growl he obliged, taking her lips with a fierceness that set fire to her blood. This was what she had been wanting all these months, she thought as his tongue swept over hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hands pulled her against him, his arousal pressing against her belly, his hands stoking the fire within her. She wiggled against him causing him to end the kiss with a hissing intake of breath. They were both panting from the intensity of the moment, their eyes lit with a fiery determination that the night wouldn’t end right there.
They had gone on with the charade for far too long.
“Make love to me Severus,” she said feeling suddenly brazen.
“No,” he barked.
She scowled at his tone and refusal, but before she had time to burst into frustrated tears he pulled her to him again and whispered,
“No, Hermione I will not make love to you. I will make you mine.”
With that he kissed her again and stepped back.
With a flick of his fingers, the clasp to her robes was undone and the rain sodden material dropped from her shoulders and fell in a puddle at her feet. He gasped at the sight of her in her camisole, wet though and leaving nothing to the imagination. The material clung to her like a second skin, her dusky nipples hard from arousal and the chill were pressing against the silk, inviting him to taste, to touch. So he did and she cried out in startled pleasure at the feel of his hot mouth on her.
He held her up with his hands pressed against her back as his mouth and hands tasted and stroked, until he could stand no more. He had to feel her skin in his mouth. His hands ripped the fragile material away from her as his mouth descended once more.
Her hands weren’t idle as worked his spell on her, she ran them through his hair, pressing him closer to her breasts encouraging him to take as much as he desired. Her head fell back as she moaned his name into the night.
“Severus!” she whispered shakily. “Severus!”
He lowered her to the ground, his hands stroking her sides, his lips kissing hers. She sighed as the kiss ended and she opened her eyes to see him over her, his lips swollen his eyes hooded.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He smiled at her and then ripped her silken pants away in a swift movement. His eyes drank her in with one lingering glance as she lay there pale against the emerald grass. The rain caressed her gently, drops sliding over her flesh. He bent down and licked some from her belly and said, “I have no intention of stopping Hermione.”
He stood up, his eyes never leaving her and unbuttoned his cloak. He let it fall to the ground while he began to unbutton the many buttons of his shirt. After shrugging it from his form, he undid his trousers and kicked them off.
Hermione gazed wide eyed at his nakedness, her eyes raking his form and widening at his erection. A small frison of fear shimmied up her spine at the sight of it, for to her it looked intimidating. Her eyes met his which shone with something that she couldn’t name, but none the less caused her clit to throb even harder than it had before. Feeling brave and flushed with desire she opened her arms in invitation and with a growl he swooped down on her and took her lips with his.
The falling rain did nothing to cool their ardor, but rather caused it to burn hotter with every stroke of their tongues on the drops that formed on their skin. His hand caressed her body, her hands his as they explored each other. Lips and hands flew with furious abandon over heated flesh as they tasted and nibbled, each discovering places on the other that pleased.
Finally, neither could stand no more. The primal call for completion was all that they heard.
He inhaled her pained gasp as he filled her in a single thrust.
“Hermione!” he gasped. She was so hot and tight and wet around him that he knew that he wouldn’t last but a short time. She looked up at him the pain in her eyes quickly fading into desire as her body adjusted to his and the fire burned again. She lifted her hips against his sending his heart higher and causing him to thrust back.
She closed her eyes, her back arching hips thrusting to meet his as he stroked in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She thought she was going to die from the pleasure of it all, the smoothness of him inside of her, the stroking of his thumb on her clit. She could hardly draw breath as she felt herself being hurdled higher and higher as if she were flying. Suddenly she heard herself screaming his name as she exploded around him, her body burning hot in spite of the cooling rain that fell upon them.
With a few more strokes, she felt his muscles tense as he roared aloud, his body shuddering over hers as his essence filled her.
A/N: Hope this pleases! Thanks to all who have reviewed! I am amazed by the numbers, and promise to respond to all asap. Right now is a hectic time of year for me at my job, but I will respond I swear. In the meantime—HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!