A Long Way Back ~ Editing

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Chapter 21 ~ Turning Back Time

Severus drew back again and hesitated, Hermione tensing, waiting for the wizard's huge cock to drive into her again. When it didn't, her body relaxed somewhat. He plowed into the witch again, catching her off guard. Hermione howled as he strained into her, his pale back arched, his black eyes glittering with pleasure.

Gods. This was what he had missed, Hermione giving herself to him this way. She was such a strong, lusty little witch. This was the dark side of the brilliant woman that no one else knew existed, no one else but him. The years may have been hard on her, but she hadn't changed.

Severus slid one hand up Hermione's back slowly until he reached her hair. He took his time wrapping it around his fist, so she would feel what he was doing to her, and was rewarded with a gush of hot lubrication washing over his cock. He groaned and gave Hermione a short hard thrust of appreciation, before pulling her head back by her long locks. Hermione's mouth dropped open slackly. Gods she was so turned on. And Severus knew it. Twisted little witch.

The Potions Master pulled his cock back, Hermione moaning as he did so. He adjusted himself and looked down at his organ. His shaft was generously coated in white, creamy lubrication.

"You oiled me up well, didn't you?" he breathed at Hermione, who was quaking with anticipation. Severus' eyes went hooded, and his own darkness washed over him, powerful, insistent, demanding satisfaction

"Enough of the warm-ups, witch," he said, slamming his cock into Hermione, jerking her head back farther as he started fucking her in earnest, pistoning into her soft, hot pussy like a man possessed, groaning as she wrapped around him, a luscious, wet living second skin slipping over him again and again as he immersed himself inside her.

Hermione bounced jerkily, her body's motion checked by the wizard's tight hold on her hair, the shrieking witch completely lost to his pounding cock, his organ so hard it felt as if made of hot stone as it battered deep inside her, caressing and punishing at the same time, stretching her cervix and shifting it as the wizard took what he had always claimed his own.

Severus gave her a deep, deep stroke, which made the witch cry out and fall forward on her face into the pillows, Severus following her down for a moment, still plunging and ramming before pulling hard on her hair.

"Get up," he hissed, slamming into her brutally and he pulled her back. Hermione had no choice, though it was hard to get up when the wizard seemed intent on driving her back down, his loins slapping against her loudly, stinging her cheeks.

Get up, witch!" Severus demanded, stopping for a moment to let her get back up on her hands then ramming his cock into her so hard she almost slid down again. She was already going hoarse from crying out, and the wizard was just starting.

"Yessss. Such good, good pussy, Hermione," he grunted as his balls slapped against her labia. "How dare you deny me this? Deny me you…after all I'd invested? You have no idea of the pain you caused me. None."

The wizard let go of her hair and grasped the witch's waist, hauling her into his stroke powerfully, busting through her resistance, the witch's shrill cry seeming to bounce off the walls as she came again, her fluids pouring over him.

Severus pulled out of Hermione and bent, burying his face between her cheeks and drinking down her release before flipping her over to her back and throwing her legs over his shoulders, driving into her, his black eyes hot and locked to her face as he continued fucking the almost incoherent witch.

"I loved you, Hermione. I never said it, but I did," Severus breathed, his face contorting from emotion as he bounced the witch off the mattress with his ardor. "I loved you and I know you knew it. Still you threw me away. I never loved anyone before you. I will never love anyone after you."

Hermione felt her heart tighten even under the wizard's pummeling and fresh tears rolled from her eyes, not only from his ache, but from remorse.

"I'm…I'm…sor…sorry…Sev…erus!" she gasped up at him.

He stared down at her and slammed deep inside, rotating his hips, his eyes fluttering for a moment, then resumed his devastating stroke, breaking the witch apart beneath him, her eyes glazing as she went under. The Potion Master felt her surrender for him totally, like she used to…when she loved him.

"I loved you, Hermione," he gasped again, then dropped on her, covering her mouth with his own as he continued to thrust into her soft body, his body undulating, muscles flexing, perspiration rolling off his back and down his sides, mingling with Hermione's sweat.

The wizard let loose all his anger, loss and anguish into the witch, returning it to her the only way he knew how, physically. Staring pulled back from her mouth, staring into her half-lidded amber eyes, knowing he was all she knew at this moment. Once again, he was her world. And as he buried himself into her body, feeling it responding, meeting him instinctively, he knew that this witch…this beautiful, frustrating, brilliant creature was his world too…for this moment the hands of time whirled backwards and let him feel again.

Severus fucked the witch this way for a good amount of time. His lungs were burning, and his lower back began to ache, but still he continued, wanting to last as long as he could, wanting to possess the witch as completely as possible. Hermione's legs began to tremble from being locked under his arms so long.

Severus pulled out of Hermione, slid off of her and rolled her so her back was against him. He lifted her leg and entered her smoothly from behind, hissing with pleasure, then wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair as he continued his assault on her body. Jasmine. Sweet jasmine.

Hermione was no longer shrieking as Severus laid his tool to her hungrily. She let out soft little cries, and these aroused him even more than her screams. He wanted everything she could give him…he didn't know if this would happen again between them, if she would share her passion with him ever again. So he fucked her as if it would be the last time he would ever touch her.

Hermione whispered something inaudible, and the wizard slowed, leaning forward so his ear was near her mouth.

"What is it, Hermione?" he asked her, pressing into the witch rhythmically, feeling her bouncing gently in his arms as he waited for an answer, if she could give it.

Hermione said it again, and the wizard's eyes widened for a moment, before he began to fuck her strongly again, losing himself now as her softness became his solace, his port, his one place in the world to run, and he felt the familiar tightening in his balls as he buried himself inside the witch.

"No…." he groaned…but it was like trying to hold back a surging ocean. Her body, and her words had made a crack in the dam of his control and the wizard let himself crumble, slamming into the witch with a guttural cry and releasing strongly, filling Hermione with his seed, clutching her close as the room spun and he spilled over into bliss and satisfaction, shuddering against her back, the witch gasping for air as he crushed her to him.

He pulsed inside her for what seemed like forever, then finally he was drained, feeling as if he had emptied five years worth of sperm into the witch's sweet body. He sighed and fell still, loosening his hold on Hermione, but not letting her loose. He wanted to feel her quake against him a little while longer…before she left him alone again.

They lay together quietly, hearts pounding like thunder. Hermione knew better than to move. It had been five years, but she knew what awaited her after Severus' intense possession. She half opened her eyes and saw the purple vials on the nightstand and breathed a sigh of relief. She was going to need them, but gods…his ache was delicious and welcome after all this time. She felt the wizard shift behind her, then remembered the words that had slipped from her mouth uncontrollably…

"I still love you, Severus."

Dear gods. Why had she told him that?

Because it was true.

But he planned to leave…to return to his life of discovery and adventure. Love was not an option for the wizard now. Hermione blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. He told her he had loved her and she had broken his heart. If he had told her this before, would it have made a difference? No…her grief had been too deep. His confession of love would not have kept her from leaving him. Still, she ached for him. She had brought the dark wizard love then took it from him. It was a miracle he hadn't returned to the darkness that once covered him. She needed to try and fix this…she needed to take back her words so he wouldn't feel torn, if he could feel it.

"Severus?" she said softly.

"Mmm?" the wizard mumbled, his nose resting in her hair.

"What I said…it was because I was so far gone, because I was…" she began.

"Lost to me?" he asked her, pulling back now and turning the witch so she faced him.

Hermione instantly lowered her eyes.

"Yes," she replied, her lip trembling.

Severus studied her face. Hermione wouldn't look at him directly.

"That tells me why you said it," the wizard said, lifting her chin so he could see her eyes, "but did you mean it?"

Hermione swallowed and shook her head.

"It was just the passion of the moment," the witch lied.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"The passion of the moment, you say?" he repeated, his dark eyes seeming to look inside her very soul.

The wizard knew she had meant it. The witch would never make a declaration of love like that unless she felt it honestly. But Hermione's confession meant complications he didn't want to deal with. He would be leaving after they found the secret to the elixir and resurrected Harry. He had no plans on staying, not even after tonight. He still did have residual feelings for the witch, enhanced because of what they just shared, but he didn't think he loved her any longer. His eyes swept over her slowly.

"All right, Hermione. I will forget you ever said it," he responded.

A coldness filled Hermione's belly for a moment, and she wanted to tell him not to forget it, and that it was true, and driving him away was the worst mistake she had ever made in her life, but she said nothing. Instead she gently untwined his arms from around her and achingly sat up on the edge of the bed. She reached for the vials and drank all four of them down. She felt the ache recede, though there was still some soreness. Severus had really worked her body over.

"I should go," she said, not looking back at the wizard, who was admiring her. She was a lovely little witch. He felt a throb, but considering what had just been said between them, he thought it wise to let the witch leave.

"Your housecoat is on the back of the chair. The elves must have brought it," Severus replied.

Hermione felt as if she had swallowed a stone when the wizard didn't try to make her stay. She stood up, walked over to the chair and slipped on the housecoat. She looked at Severus, who was propped up on one elbow in the bed, his long, lean body and sated cock clearly visible as it rested against his thigh. His dark eyes drank her in.

"Good night, Severus," Hermione said, willing her voice to stay steady and her eyes to remain dry.

"It was," he replied, smirking at her.

Hermione gave him a little scowl and exited his bedroom. The Potions Master sighed and dropped on to his back, bringing his arms up behind his head. Gods, that had been good. Hermione had been good.

He closed his eyes, wondering how the "morning after" would be.

Well, he'd find out tomorrow.

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A/N: Sort of a sad little ending for their tryst…but keep the faith. Thank you for being so patient. Please review.