You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 22 ~ How to Keep a Potions Master

Severus stared at his ex-wife, standing before him in those red pumps and red dress, pleading with him not to leave her rooms. He felt a tug in two places. Apparently one was in his heart.

"Hermione," he said quietly, "I am attempting to do the noble thing here and not take advantage of your vulnerable state. We've both been through a lot, and you might not be thinking straight."

Hermione looked at him, and took a small step toward him.

"Don't be noble, Severus…be kind," she said softly.

The term "Be kind" had been a code phrase Hermione used to use to let Severus know she wanted to be ravished. In other words treated roughly and fucked hard and long. He was sure her masochistic tendencies were in full force. Severus felt himself responding to her powerfully.

The gods knew there was nothing Severus would love more than to drive the witch from one end of the bed to the other after all these years of celibacy. He could be very, very kind to her. But he didn't want her to think that he was willing to renew their relationship, because he wasn't sure he was.

"Hermione, I'm not saying this to hurt you, but I'm not sure I want to start a relationship with you again," he said softly, his regret evident in his voice.

Hermione took another step forward.

"I'm not asking you for a relationship, Severus. I know I've hurt you badly. And I also know you've been alone for all this time. So have I," she said.

Severus breathed a little sigh of relief at this. Another wizard hadn't had her.

"Severus, all I have in my head are the terrible things that I did to you. I can't pull up any happy memories. The therapist says I am almost at full recovery but I feel disconnected to my past," the witch said, "Severus I want to remember your passion, not your pain. Every time I think of what I've done to us, it's like a knife being shoved into my belly. I don't think I can heal completely if every time I think of you, I think of how I mistreated you. Maybe…maybe I need a different kind of therapy, Severus. Physical therapy."

The Potions Master arched an eyebrow at her. Physical therapy? He had heard of that, but it involved helping people to learn to use their bodies again through exercise. Hermione took another step toward him. She was about four feet away from him now.

"I'd do anything you wanted, Severus, anything you ask of me," Hermione said softly.

Severus felt himself hardening at this statement. Desire began to rush through him Hermione recognized the look on his face. She quickly closed the distance between them.

"You don't have to stay afterwards Severus, or even come to my bed ever again if you don't want to. Please don't leave me with such bad memories of us. I feel I owe you so much more than a tearful apology," she said in a low voice.

Severus looked down at her. He could feel her heat washing over him.

"Hermione, it's been a very long time for me. It is possible I could be too kind to you," he said, a small growl in his voice.

"You can be as kind as you want, Severus, as kind as you need to be," she replied.

As much as Severus wanted to do this, he was still unsure. He stared down at the witch however, and Hermione could see he was torn, there was both hunger and hesitation dueling on his pale face. When he was her husband, he wouldn't have hesitated at all.

"There are no strings, Severus. Let me show you how much I want this. How much I want you," she said in a low voice.

Hermione's small hands reached up and gently unfastened the top fastener of his robe, then the next, then the next. Severus stood there, his jaw tight with lust, watching his ex-wife starting to undress him. He couldn't stop her if he wanted to. The Potions Master began to breathe a little faster as Hermione slowly knelt, following the fasteners down rather than pulling his robes up. Hermione parted his robes, but she didn't stand back up. Her amber eyes rested on the huge bulge in his trousers, then Hermione raised her head to look at him.

Every muscle in Severus' body seemed to tense as he stared at Hermione kneeling in front of him. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he should protest, draw her up and tell her she was just overcome with emotion, that if she thought about this she'd see it was foolish, that it shouldn't be happening. But he couldn't protest. He didn't want to.

Encouraged by what she saw in Severus' eyes, Hermione gently pressed her hand against his hardness, and Severus hissed, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord, his body wanting more contact. Dear gods

"Do you want me to show you, Severus?" she asked him, caressing his cock through the fabric gently. She hadn't touched him this way in almost four years. A small sound rose in the back of the wizard's throat before he answered her.

"Yesssss," he hissed. "Show me, witch."

Hermione trembled a little when he called her 'witch.' When he didn't use her name it meant he was moving into his animal mode. And Severus' animal mode was exactly that. A knot twisted the witch's belly and she felt a gush of lubrication absolutely soak her knickers. Gods, she wanted him. It had been so, so long.

Severus had officially lost his battle of conscience the moment Hermione touched him so intimately. And now she was going to do something to him that he loved. Hermione pulled at the fastenings to his pants a bit roughly, yanking him, remembering the wizard loved that.

For a moment, Hermione underwent a terrible feeling of performance anxiety. As badly as she wanted him now, the witch was hoping that when this all was over, Severus would find he still desired her and would want to come back for more.

Hermione would settle for being the Potions Master's lover again if she could not be his wife. At least he would be in her life again.

She had to make this good.

Hermione pulled Severus' trousers down around his thighs, aware of his eyes on her, black, hot and intense. He was breathing heavily with excitement. She hesitated for a moment, then lowered his black silk boxers. The Potions Master gasped as the air hit him, his cock springing out at the witch. It was enormous and weeping. Now Hermione made a sound in the back of her throat, before she grasped his girth in both of her hands, and looking up at him, licked the tip of his head, tasting his emissions, her eyes going half-lidded as she savored the familiar taste of him.

Severus groaned, then bit his lip as he watched and felt Hermione's small hands wrap around him and her pink tongue flick over the head of his cock, her eyes half closing with pleasure. Then she slid her entire hot, wet mouth over him, and his cock was sucked into her heat.

Severus' knees buckled for a moment, and he had to catch hold of her head to keep from dropping from the delicious sensation of her soft lips dragging back and forth over his shaft. His pale fingers locked in Hermione's hair, gripping her tightly as she bobbed over him, sucking and swirling her tongue over him as she did so. She stopped sucking him and began pressing wet, suckling kisses up and down his pulsing length, moving her hair aside so he could watch her.

Gods, his voice sounded so good as he groaned when she suckled his balls, drawing first one, then the other into her mouth.

"Dear gods, witch," he said, his voice dragging like heavy silk over her. She returned to sucking him, working both her hands up and down his length, fully stimulating the wizard.

Severus had forgotten just how exquisite the witch felt. And to think he was about to walk away from this. He threw his head back and began to draw her over him, pushing deeper into her mouth, verbally encouraging her to continue.

"Yes, Hermione…my gods…yes," the Potions Master moaned as she increased her speed, adjusting her head to let him slide between her lips at different angles, her teeth scraping him lightly, her tongue tickling him beneath the flange, making him hiss and buck into her mouth uncontrollably. Severus gagged her a couple of times, but he couldn't help himself as she brought him closer to the edge. Would she take him over? Gods he hoped so.

"I'm going to come," Severus groaned hoarsely, his head dropping forward so he could see her, his black hair swinging around his face as he pumped into her mouth.

Hermione didn't stop, but released his shaft with one hand and reached for his balls, twirling and squeezing them gently with her fingertips as she continued stroking his shaft with her other hand, sucking and bobbing over his head with increasing ardor.

A growl began low in the Potions Master's chest as he felt himself tightening. The pressure in his balls was almost painful. He gritted his teeth as the sensation built and he gripped Hermione's head so tightly he could have left imprints in her skull as pleasure crackled like fire down his spine, his balls jerking into tight, hard stones and he exploded into the witch's sweet mouth with a ragged shout, hot sperm shooting through his cock powerfully, bliss washing over him as he felt Hermione swallow his release down as if he were feeding her liquid ambrosia.

Severus held Hermione as close to his loins as he could, pushing his throbbing length into her mouth as deep as he could as he shot jet after jet after jet of thick, hot jism, bending over her, weak and dizzy from the force of his release. It seemed to go on and on, but finally the pulsing slowed, then stopped.

Hermione gently pulled back and released his cock, which dropped against his thigh, long and flaccid. Still overcome Severus simply lowered himself to the cold stone floor, sitting in front of the witch with his knees slightly raised, his head hanging as he panted.

Hermione was panting too, her knickers soaked to dripping as she looked at her ex-husband, who lifted his head and looked at her.

"You're still very good at that," he gasped appreciatively.

Hermione gave him a small, relieved smile as his eyes washed over her, still hungry. She didn't think he was going to leave her. But she had to be sure.

"You will stay with me, won't you Severus?" she asked.

He could be sated after all.

Severus looked at her, his breathing finally returning to normal.

"Hermione to leave you now would be like arriving at a banquet starved, and leaving after only a forkful of food. I have no intentions on leaving…unless you want me to," he replied.

The Potions Master lifted his hips a bit to pull up his boxers and trousers. His naked ass had been resting on the cold, stone floor. But he didn't fasten them.

"No, I want you to stay…I want you to…" she began.

"I know what you want Hermione," he replied, allowing himself to caress her cheek. The witch closed her eyes and leaned into his hand.

"Kindness," he said softly, a hint of iron beneath the word.

"Yes, Severus. One more act of kindness from you," she answered, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Then I'll know in my heart you've forgiven me."

Severus was tempted to tell her he had forgiven her weeks ago, when he began to understand what she had gone through. But the wizard quickly decided it was best he didn't tell her. What he had done was actually illegal and a grave infringement of the witch's privacy. He thought she might not take it well.

Severus slowly rose from the floor and looked around her study, it was much like his except her library was much smaller. Hermione watched him quietly. Finally Severus looked down at her.

"So these are your quarters," he said, offering the witch his hand. Hermione took it, and he pulled her to her feet.

"Why don't you give me a tour?" he asked her silkily, not releasing her hand..

Hermione nodded and started to lead him to her small kitchenette off the study. Severus stalled in place.

"Starting with your bedroom," he said, his dark eyes glittering.

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A/N: Hmm. Seems like the seduction got a bit turned around. Lol. Hermione having performance anxiety. Girl, it's just like riding a bike…get on, get moving and it all comes back to you. All right, we are moving past the preliminaries. I believe Severus is going to show the witch a bit of 'kindness'. I don't know where I came up with the idea that Hermione called rough sex 'being kind' but it was twisted enough for me to write it. Probably her way of dealing with her masochistic nature. :::shrugs::: Well anyway, please review.