It Happened One Hallow's Eve

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 21 ~ He’s Baaaack

Severus reappeared in his Potions stores. The stores and his bedroom were keyed for apparition. Often when he was tortured by the Dark Lord, when he returned to Hogwarts, he was in need of potions to heal him enough so he could contact Albus and be taken to the infirmary. He appeared here tonight because he wanted to sneak up on Hermione and hadn’t cast a silencing spell before he left the Dark Lord’s stronghold.

He exited the stores, walked through his classroom into his office and opened the wall to his private rooms. Stealthily, he entered, moving quietly toward the bedroom. He peeked in. He had only been gone about forty-five minutes, but Hermione was asleep on top of the covers, belly down. The wizard’s black eyes moved over her plump buttocks for a moment, then he stepped back, pulled his wand and pointed it at himself.

“Divesto,” he whispered, all his clothing disappearing.

He was already erect…the sight of Hermione had taken care of that. Quietly he entered the bedroom and approached the end of the bed. Moving slowly, he climbed in and inched forward on his knees toward the witch. Hermione’s legs were spread and he easily moved between them. He looked down on the sleeping witch, his cock throbbing. Suddenly he leaned and slipped an arm under Hermione, pulling her up to her knees, the witch waking up. She twisted her head to look at him.

“Severus?” she said sleepily, then she let out a cry as the wizard entered her from behind.

“Mmmmm,” Severus growled, his jaw dropping slackly as Hermione’s tight sleeve slid over him. He leaned over Hermione, twisting his body slightly so he could reach her mouth, and kissed her hungrily before moving her hair aside and kissing her throat and shoulder.

”I’m back,” he purred against her ear, then began to stroke into her, the witch gasping at first, then crying out as he began to pummel her…but he didn’t go full force…he was just…ardent enough.

“Yesyesyesyes,” he groaned, straightening and catching Hermione by her waist and pumping into her, his long tool giving her just the right amount of ache, his loins slapping against her soft buttocks, the wizard’s eyes focused on them as they jiggled and rippled under his stroke. He began to caress the jerking witch as she cried out his name over and over.

“So sweet, Hermione, so tight,” he breathed, arching into her as she let out a beautiful shriek and gushed over him, her pussy tightening and pulsing as she orgasmed. “Dear gods.”

Severus plunged into Hermione’s wetness, her fluids squishing audibly around his cock as he rode her climaxing body. The wizard’s head was flung back and his mouth hanging open slackly as he immersed himself over and over in her sweet body. Suddenly he pulled out of Hermione and rolled out of the bed, the dazed witch still on all fours and looking up at him before he grasped her legs and drew her to the edge of the bed, picking her up in his arms.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commanded, grasping his cock and sliding it into Hermione, kissing her as he continued fucking her, lifting her up and down quickly, groaning into her mouth.

Hermione didn’t know anything but Severus…his arms wrapped around her body, his tongue halfway down her throat and his cock plunging into her pussy wildly. He was holding her so close, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all as he took his fill. Severus pulled back from her mouth, his eyes resting on her contorting face, watching her reaction. She was beautiful riding his cock, her body and hair bouncing rapidly as he tore into her, her cries of passion egging him on.

“You’ll give yourself to no one else, Hermione. No one else but me,” he panted, driving his point home with the head of his cock. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Hermione dimly registered what the wizard said, she was so lost to the feeling of him taking every inch of her. The wizard stopped moving, and Hermione writhed in his arms, changing the angle of his penetration and the wizard hissed, holding her tighter so she wouldn’t move. She was hot, wet and slippery now…inside and out.

“Hermione, who do you belong to?” he asked the panting witch again. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

Hermione’s eyes opened and she looked at him for a moment.

“You. Severus Snape. I belong to you…only you,” she breathed.

“Yessssss,” the wizard hissed, starting to fuck her again, the witch falling back, arching over his arms as she jerked helplessly, whimpering now.

Severus sped up, turned on by the position, but moving back toward the bed and lowering her to it, following her down, his knees resting on the floor as he didn’t miss a stroke, staring at the witch laid out before him, her head twisting from side to side, breasts bouncing, her body shining with perspiration.

Severus grasped Hermione ankles and held her legs in a “v” before him, poling into the witch steadily, his black eyes on her face as she undulated, trying her best to match his thrusts.

“Yes, witch. Yes…you like this, don’t you?” he breathed, sneering slightly in his lust as he stroked Hermione. Her damp hair was partially flung across her face and sticking to it. “Such a hot little Gryffindor.”

“I…I love it…and I love you!” the witch cried out as he hit her hard. Severus stopped for a moment, staring down at Hermione. She had said she loved him. Merciful Merlin. The wizard pulled Hermione’s legs together and moved them to the right, tightening her around his cock deliciously, then resumed fucking her, harder this time, urged on by her words. He wanted to hear more.

“You think you love me, Hermione?” he gasped down at the witch, who was nearly howling now, his ache was so consuming. Severus worked her legs back and forth, stimulating his cock even more as he let loose on the witch. He knew she couldn’t answer him like this, so he slowed. “You think you love me?”

“Yes! Yes!” the witch gasped, her eyes flying open and meeting his.

“You don’t know what love is yet,” he hissed, speeding up slightly, but easing his power so the witch could answer him.

“The way you make me feel I can’t help but love you…Severus,” the witch groaned, her eyes hot and soft before her head arched back in pleasure. “Gods, no one’s ever made me feel this good.”

Severus looked down on her a moment, then released her legs and leaned down, placing his face just above hers, slipping his hands under her shoulders, still stroking her.

”You make me feel good too, Hermione,” he said as she wrapped her arms around him reflexively when she felt his lean body come into contact with hers. “Damn good. And you’re about to make me feel better.”

Severus locked his mouth to Hermione’s and pulled her down into his stroke, thrusting into the witch hungrily, his back locking into automatic as he let loose and took everything, his body flowing over Hermione, his back and hips undulating like a snake as he let his passion for the maddening, sensual young witch out, claiming her fully as she screamed into his mouth.

Hermione was no longer on earth. She had been torn from it into Severus’ furious, passionate world and she clung to him, reveling in his desire, his freedom, taking him in, wanting him this way…he was freeing her as well and she could let go, react, be who and what she really was with him just as he could be who he was with her. His pounding was a heartbeat, giving her life even as he took from her, filling her with his strength as he filled her with his thick, hungry cock. His kiss was all-consuming, his tongue exploring every surface of her mouth, his head moving sensuously as he sort to kiss her even deeper, matching the ardor of his possession of her body. Again, the growing sweetness spread over her body and Hermione began to shudder powerfully under the wizard. Severus felt her heating up and this time he let himself go as well, wanting to reach the pinnacle with her. He pulled away from her mouth.

“Come for me,” he gasped at Hermione. “All of you…I want…all…of…you!”

Hermione cried out, arching upward as she gave the wizard what he asked for, her entire being melting around his hardness as she orgasmed. Severus hissed then let out his own stuttered cry as he came, slamming into the witch and hunching against her with each delicious pulse, emptying his passion as well as his seed into her quivering body, pressing his lips to her temple and holding her close. Gods, what a connection he felt.

He held the witch tightly until his pulsing ended, then kissed her quivering lips for a moment before letting his head drop to the side and breathing deeply, trying to calm his heart. He was still inside her, softening…still feeling her dying pulses and sighing with satisfaction. He could feel Hermione’s heart fluttering against his chest, and hear the rhythm of her exhalations as she returned to earth. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, and the Potions Master couldn’t remember a sweeter perfume as he lay against Hermione’s body, sated for the moment. He felt the witch turn her head and kiss his cheek softly. He turned his head so he faced her, his dark eyes searching her face as he remembered what she said to him in the throes of passion.

“So do you still think you love me, witch?” he asked her softly, “Or was it the passion of the moment that made you make such a declaration. It is understandable if it was.”

Hermione’s amber eyes glistened as she looked at him.

“I know I’m young, Severus…and I’ve never been in love before…but I feel that if you were taken away from me, my entire world would end. Does that sound like love to you?” she asked him softly.

Severus felt the same way about the witch beneath him, shuddering around his limp organ, her innocent eyes meeting his hopefully.

“I don’t know,” he answered as honestly as he could. If he said yes to her question, then it would be admitting he loved her as well. It was too soon for love.

”Well, I’m going to call it love then,” she said to him, running her fingers through his damp, lank hair. “I know that word won’t come so easy for you. It’s like the way you care about the wizarding world. Your actions show what your words don’t. I’ll go by your actions, Severus. Not your words.”

The wizard stared at her for a moment then said, “You do that, witch,” and kissed her deeply. Then he slid off her body, feeling spent. Hermione let out a gasp as he slid out of her.

“I feel alone again,” she whispered to the wizard, who had closed his eyes.

“Let me sleep for an hour or two,” he replied, his eyes still closed, throwing an arm over the witch and pulling her closer. “I guarantee you won’t feel lonely for long.”

Hermione lay against the wizard’s warm body, yawned and smiled. She could still feel him, his presence inside her…his marking of her a dull, throbbing, delicious ache. Severus had been demanding, but she was just as demanding, her body wanting and welcoming his strength, his hunger. The Potions Master was a passionate wizard…the opposite of the cold, disciplined image he presented in the classroom. And she was the only one who knew his secret.

Oh, she knew there were other women who had him…but she had a feeling they never had him the way she did. Severus didn’t stay with them, didn’t want them the way he wanted her. She doubted any woman other than her had ever torn his clothes from his body, or seduced him the way she had.

She doubted any witch had ever walked about nude under her robes for weeks, hoping to ambush him in some dark, out-of-the-way place just to masturbate in front of him and get herself off. And she doubted he ever gave a witch oral sex as a result of said masturbation.

Hermione smiled wickedly.

Severus Snape may have been her first lover, but she was sure she had given the wizard a number of ‘firsts’ herself. She made an effort to stay close to him, to make her desire for him plain, to keep him wired and aware of her, and it was working. His declaration tonight that she belonged to him proved that. Hermione doubted he had ever said that to any witch before her, or else he wouldn’t have been alone.

Severus began to snore, and she pinched his large nostrils shut for a second or two. That was what her mother did to her father when he blew a few decibels. Severus snorted, his face contorting, but he didn’t wake up, and stopped snoring.

Hermione’s eyes began to flutter. She was so tired. She leaned closer and kissed Severus once more, and the wizard actually smiled in his sleep.

“I do love you, Severus Snape,” she whispered.

“I’ll always love you.”

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A/N: Aw, sweet sugary chapter after the lemons. They can afford to be tender with each other for a while I think. Voldemort most likely has other things on his mind. Hermione isn’t far off the mark…she has given the wizard some firsts that are very affecting. The young fall in love so quickly, but it doesn’t mean what they feel isn’t deep or powerful. Severus is experiencing the same feelings, though he is much more cautious. “It’s too soon for love.” I wonder if that statement is ever really true. Ah, well. Please review.