Child of New Beginnings

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Chapter 24



Severus walked up to the doorway of Hermione’s bedroom, which was wide open. He saw her setting on the edge of her bed, fidgeting or playing with the many petals that were scattered on it. The scene itself may have been romantic if not for Hermione’s sobbing. He had to make things right, and tell her that he loved her.



“Just say the words Severus,” Hermione sniffled, not bothering to look at him when she knew he had entered the room. “Say that you don’t love me, so that I can stop on hurting myself and expect you to love me. Say that I was stupid enough to even lie to myself, and say that there was something between us even though everything was false. Just say it…”



“Hermione?” Severus called her softly as he sat beside her. When she didn’t look at him, but continued to ignore him and look at the petals in her fingers, he put his hand of his and made her stop. “Will you not look at me?”



“I can’t,” she replied. “I can’t look at you when I know that you’ll reject me.” It was a very honest answer, and she was afraid to look at the man she loved. She was preparing herself for the rejection that she knew was coming.



Severus moved closer to Hermione, and cupped both her face in both his hands, making her look at him. “Don’t cry Hermione, please,” Severus said. He really didn’t like it when she cried, and it always worried him. “You think that I’ve been faking it all along, and that I don’t love you?”



Hermione nodded with a small whimper.



Severus leaned closer to her and brushed her tears away with thumbs. Slowly, he placed butterfly kisses along her cheeks as he spoke, “You are wrong Hermione, I do love you.”



Hermione let out a small gasp as she heard those words.



“I wasn’t faking it either,” Severus confessed against her lips. He brushed his lips against hers a few times, not too sure if she was going to push him away.



Hermione closed her eyes and planted a soft kiss on Severus’s lips.



Soon enough, the kiss slowly grew into a passionate kiss. Hermione sank into Severus’s arms as he pulled her against him, cradling the back of her head in his hands. Their tongues danced with each others, deepening the kiss.



After minutes of soft, and yet intense kissing, Severus had his arms around her waist as he pulled her down with him, making the both of them lay sideways on the bed. The kiss didn’t break, but continued on.



Hermione couldn’t have exactly imagined how it was like to actually kiss Severus. Sure, she may have imagined it a few times before, and enjoyed the lingering moments in which he kissed her hand, cheek or brow on occasions. The kiss that she was having with him at the moment—nothing could compare, and was better than she had imagined. Her body was responding in ways that she had never felt before, not even with Ron, and it made her feel very good.



Severus felt like he was on cloud 9. He loved kissing Hermione, and by far, it was already the most intimate thing that he had enjoyed his entire life. Her lips were soft and succulent, that he did enjoy teasing them with a nibble, and to his discovery, it made her moan. His hands traveled up and down her back as he pulled her against him fully.



Hermione gasped and broke the kiss when she felt Severus’s erection grind against her stomach. Immediately, she pushed herself away with his chest, backing away a couple of inches. She slightly curled into a ball, staring at the petals, and not at fSeverus.



“I apologize,” Severus said softly as he cursed at himself in his mind. When she didn’t respond to him, he reached out and touched her cheek. “Hermione?”



Finally, Hermione looked at him. Her eyes filled with sadness and hurt as tears started to form within them again. “I’m sorry Severus, I’m not ready.”



“I hurt you before Love, and I don’t want to hurt you again.”



Hermione placed her hand atop his, making his palm touch her cheek completely. “I do want to be intimate with you, I do.”



“And I will wait until you are ready,” Severus said giving her a small smile of assurance.



“I do love it when you kiss me and touch me though,” she admitted. “You aren’t mad are you?”



“I could never be mad at you,” Severus told Hermione as he slid close to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. His arm wrapped around her as he continued to speak. “Only where you’re ready, and comfortable. I will not force you into anything.”



Hermione sighed and snuggled closely to Severus, putting her head on his chest. “Do you want to spend the night here?”



“Only if you want to,” he replied gently stroking her hair with his fingers.



“I do.”



“Then we shall. We really don’t have to go back until tomorrow night. However, remind me to hex Lucius and Draco, and perhaps Albus. Most probably it was their idea to set this whole thing up,” Severus grumbled.



Hermione let out a giggle. Severus didn’t like being set up and played around, but she knew that he was happy. “I’ve been jealous of Bastian for some time,” she said softly playing with one of the buttons of his shirt.



“Oh, how so?” Severus asked, clueless as to why Hermione would ever be jealous of their son.



“He gets to lie on top of your chest and sleep,” Hermione confessed as she shifted her head to look up at him.



“And tonight you will,” said as he brushed her cheek.



Soon, their lips met again for another kiss.



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Severus was lying down on the bed and waiting for Hermione. He had found pajama pants in Lucius’s room and wore them, with no shirt top. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione walk in. when he looked at her, she was wearing a grey shirt and a pair of female boxers. He gulped and kept on reminding himself to not get erect. In Hogwarts, she wore pajama pants, and never boxer shorts.



“Pillows and bed comfy?” Hermione asked as she walked towards the bed.



“Yes,” Severus answered, eying Hermione’s legs. He felt his cock slightly twitch, and reminded himself not to think of such sexual thoughts. How he truly wanted to make love to her.



“Finally,” Hermione murmured as she lay herself down on top of Severus—her legs between his, her body over his completely, and her head on his shoulder. “This feels nice.”



“Indeed,” Severus agreed as he put his arms around her, running his hands through her hair, arms and back.



“How did this happen?” Hermione asked as she noticed a scar right in front of her, on his collar bone.



“Torture by Voldemort,” Severus replied as he tilted his head back slightly. “Poisonous knife that left me in the infirmary for almost a week.”



Hermione looked down at his half naked body and for the first time, she noticed other scars along his chest and abs. “And this?” Hermione asked softly as she traced the scar over his heart with a finger.



“I was punished for not bringing Potter in when he wanted to. The knife was smaller, but the poison on it was a different story. If he penetrated any deeper, it would have gotten to my heart and I would die almost instantly,” Severus explained, remembering that night.



“I hate the ones on my back,” Hermione said. “Sometimes when I look at them in the mirror, I get reminded of the pain and it makes me flinch. They are long and fat ones—huge scars.”



“May I see them?” Severus asked. Never had he thought about her scars until now, and never had he seen them.



Hermione shifted so that she sat up in between his legs. Without looking back at Severus, she raised the back of her shirt, raising it over her shoulders. She also pulled her hair away from her back, letting them hang in the front of her shoulder.



Severus’s mouth gaped open as he sat up and saw her scars for the first time. They were indeed big scars, bigger than the ones that he had on his body. He reached out to touch them with his finger tips. He them remembered that night when she almost bled to death in the infirmary. “I don’t know what to say,” Severus said softly. Somehow he felt that her scars were heavier than his.



“It’s all for Sebastian,” Hermione said softly. Again, she could feel the tears in her eyes. “Sometimes they make me feel really ugly.”



Severus bent forward and planted small kissed on her scars. When he was done, he pulled her close to him and kissed her shoulder as well. “You are anything but ugly. Your scars—imperfections are what make you perfect. And that is why I love you.”



Hermione turned to face him and leaned her forehead against his. “I love you.”



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AN – Again, the tears and the tissue… The sweet and tender moments. I love it! Review!