A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 27 ~ Coming Together

When the Potions Master exited the lab, Hermione hurriedly placed a stasis spell on the pixie she was studying, cleaned up her workspace and headed for her rooms. She didn’t feel in top form. Severus had been good in making sure she ate properly, and escorted her from the labs at a reasonable hour every night, but mentally, she was taxing herself and that had a physical response as far as the body was concerned.

But Severus was going to face Bella tomorrow, and there was no way of knowing what would happen. Hermione was afraid for him but there was nothing she could do to change what would happen. All she could do was cherish her time with the Potions Master tonight and make it good for him.

She knew Severus was the kind of wizard who could handle almost every situation he found himself it. He was smart as well as brave. More than likely he would come through this meeting brilliantly. But she couldn’t help but have her doubts. As she walked up the staircase, she guiltily realized it was a little more than that. Severus had been with Bellatrix LeStrange sexually before, and despite his statement that she was nothing special, Bella was a beautiful, sexual witch who wouldn’t hesitate to use her feminine charms to sway a wizard her way.

Severus was disciplined, but he was still a man. Hermione felt threatened by Bella, afraid that she would…

Hermione shook the thought from her head. No, Severus cared about her very much. Bella was insane and dangerous. The Potions Master would never engage her.

Hermione let herself into her rooms and walked through the bedroom into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked awful. Her hair was in its customary rat’s nest, her skin was sallow and looked as if it hadn’t seen soap for weeks, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

“How can Severus even find me attractive like this?” she asked herself with a sigh.

Well, she’d fix herself up as best she could.

She opened her medicinal stores and checked the contents. Yes, there was replenishing potion. That should help. Hermione shifted through the bottles, hoping there was some stamina potion left, but she had finished her last bottle this morning.

Setting the replenishing potion on the sink, she walked over to the sunken tub and turned on the jasmine-scented spigot. The scent of jasmine filled the bathroom as the tub filled with foamy warm water. She disrobed, added the replenishing potion to the tub, retrieved her washcloth, shampoo and conditioner from a shelf, then pulled out two towels from the rack and placed them on the closed loo.

Hermione stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the warm, sudsy water with a sigh. It felt heavenly. She dipped her washcloth in the water, wrung it out a bit and placed it over her face, leaning back against the tub, allowing herself to soak and the replenishing potion to take effect.

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An hour later, Hermione stood in front of the Potions office. She wore her robes and was disillusioned to avoid any speculation on the part of anyone who could be passing. But it was after curfew. All the Slytherins were in their house. Severus didn’t take kindly to them wandering the dungeon corridors after hours, particularly since Hermione moved to Hogwarts.

Hermione pulled out her wand and removed the ward on the door, opened it and entered. She replaced the ward, removed the disillusionment spell, then made her way through Severus’ dimly lit office. He had a single candle burning on his desk. Normally, it would be dark. The sunken eyes of the pickled dead things on the shelves behind his desk seemed to follow Hermione as she walked through, giving the witch the shudders. Why did Severus have to keep such horrible things in plain view?

“It lends…atmosphere,” he told her once, smirking at his horrid little officemates as Hermione made a disgusted face.

Hermione pulled on a torch several different ways and the wall slid up to show Severus’ study in total darkness. Not even the fireplace was lit. Hermione lit the tip of her wand and held it up as the wall closed behind her.

“Severus? Severus, I’m here,” Hermione called into the silence.

Suddenly light flared up, Hermione jumping a bit as candles glowed with a soft light…they filled the study. Severus appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, his dark eyes resting on her. He was dressed in black silk pajamas and barefoot, his hair tied back in a ponytail. His shirt was open.

“So I see,” he said silkily, walking toward her slowly.

Hermione swallowed a bit as he approached. He moved so fluidly and silently. Severus stopped about a foot from her, looking down at the witch with a sober expression.

“You can extinguish your wand,” he said, eyeing the glowing tip.

Embarrassed, Hermione breathed “Nox,” and the glow ceased. She self-consciously put her wand into her robes pocket and looked up at the wizard a bit nervously. She had treated him so badly this week. As if he meant nothing to her. She owed him an apology.

Severus studied Hermione. It was obvious she made an effort to be appealing to him. But the witch always appealed to him, whether she was working ceaselessly on a project or giving him the time he needed. He was glad Hermione was able to focus on things other than him, otherwise she would become clingy and tiresome. There was nothing worse than a person who had no interests of her own and tried to live for someone else rather than herself.

“You look nervous,” he said softly, “Have we been apart so long you have forgotten me?”

Hermione shook her head.

“No…I just think I owe you an apology for…” she began. Severus held up his hand to stop her and shook his head, taking a step closer to her.


“There will be no useless apologies or silly expressions of guilt in these rooms,“ he said in a soft, commanding voice, “As such, I don't expect you to spend precious moments in unnecessary chatter concerning your treatment of me these past few days.”

Hermione stared at him. This sounded very similar to his initial Potions speech Severus gave his new students at the beginning of every new school year. He smirked at her and continued, leaning slightly now.”

”However, tonight I possess the predisposition to bewitch your mind and ensnare your senses. I intend to show you tonight how to bow to desire, become a slave to passion, and even make you catch…your…breath…”

Severus kissed Hermione tenderly, drawing her against him and invading her mouth teasingly, seductively, easing a response from the witch.

Gods, he felt so good.

Hermione melted into the kiss, returning it hungrily as the familiar fire ignited within her, washing over her body and making her quake. The Potions Master loved how Hermione’s desire for him showed so plainly, her trembling body causing him to swell against her in reaction. He was just as weak as the witch was at times like this. Sometimes his need for Hermione was near frightening.

Severus pulled away from her mouth, his dark eyes full of hunger as Hermione breathed in sharply, catching her breath as she stared up at him, licking her lips.

“Tonight we will not talk of elixirs, pixies, Bellatrix or missions, Hermione. Tonight there will be only the two of us in my bed, sharing pleasure and finding solace in one another,” he breathed, taking Hermione’s hand and leading her into his bedroom. Hermione nearly floated along behind him, completely under the wizard’s spell.

What happened between them the past few days meant nothing now…nothing at all. The irritated snapping, the occasional threat of hexing, the constant door slamming and fits of temper were all meaningless. The only thing that mattered was the current situation, the present, the here and now. The moments of neglect would occur and fade, but times like this between Hermione Granger and Severus Snape…were eternal.

Severus stopped and turned to Hermione, his eyes resting on her robes.

“Do you or don’t you?” he mused.

Hermione’s brow furrowed.

"Do I or don't I what?" she asked him.

Severus smirked.

“Do you or don’t you have anything on under these robes? Have you gone for the demure or flagrant approach?” he asked her.

Hermione gave the wizard a rather naughty smile.

“Guess,” she said teasingly.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her, clasped his hands behind his back and walked around her consideringly, Hermione standing ramrod straight, a slight smile on her face as the Potions Master examined how her robes fell.

He stopped in front of Hermione, looking thoughtful.

“I believe,” he said slowly, “This requires a hands-on examination.”

Severus gently moved Hermione’s hair aside and placed both his hands on her throat, the witch’s head tilting back at the contact, her eyes going half-lidded as he slowly slid his hands down her neck and over her shoulders. He stopped, smirking at her.

“The flagrant approach,” he purred, then began to unfasten her robes, Hermione watching his hands as if hypnotized, beginning to quake again.

“I’ll ease your trembling in a moment, witch,” Severus breathed, causing Hermione to look up at him.

Severus kissed Hermione and continued unfastening her robes, gently pulling them open. He was correct.

She was naked under them.

The Potions Master slid her robes down her arms, letting them fall into a crumpled pile on the floor, then lifted her against him, kissing her hungrily as he walked toward the four-poster, Hermione’s arms locking around his neck, moaning softly against his lips.

He stopped and looked at her half-lidded gaze.

“Yes, Hermione,” he breathed, setting her down on the bed and stepping back, pulling off his black silk shirt, his chest rising and falling quickly as Hermione climbed into the bed and lay on her back, looking at him sloe-eyed.

Severus’ eyes drifted down Hermione’s body, over her full breasts, tight belly, flared hips, curling patch of chestnut hair and thick thighs. His pajama bottoms tented enormously and quickly, the rush of blood almost making him dizzy

“You’re enough to drive me mad,” he said to Hermione thickly, lust stealing away some of his voice’s silkiness.

In one smooth move he lowered his pajama bottoms and stepped out of them, kicking them away, Hermione’s eyes now resting on his lean, pale body. His erection was enormous, his pale cock fully engorged and pointed at her as if some swollen compass needle and she were True North.

Severus climbed into the bed and rolled on top of Hermione, her soft body a welcome cushion beneath him. He hesitated for a moment, willing himself to regain his composure and not plow into the witch as if she were a snowbank. He wanted to take time with her tonight.

“You are almost too desirable for your own good, Hermione Granger,” he breathed down at her.

“Like you can talk, Severus Snape,” she purred back at him, her eyes glowing with desire as she felt his cock resting against her belly, hot and pulsing, “If I don’t feel you inside me soon, I’m going to explode.”

Hermione rolled her hips, making the wizard scowl as she moved enticingly beneath him.

“Stop it, you little succubus,” he hissed, fighting the urge to forego the foreplay and sheathe himself deep between Hermione’s moist thighs. “I don’t want a rushed, heated encounter. I want to take time with you.”

Now, what Severus considered “taking time,” Hermione considered “torture.” She had the impatience of youth, while the Potions Master, although he was often quite appreciative of Hermione’s drive, enjoyed taking things slow and savoring the witch, lingering over her body, kissing, tasting and exploring her flesh; feeling her react to his touch, hearing her vocal responses to his ministrations. Having a witch of his own had not yet lost its novelty and he felt it a blessing every time he took Hermione.

Severus was a sensual wizard who preferred to immerse all his senses in the sex act…fucking Hermione involved more than finding a soft, warm place to stick his cock. Rushed and heated was reserved for those times he returned from a long mission and needed her body’s comfort and acceptance as a balm.

“I like rushed and heated,” Hermione replied huskily, rolling her hips again.

Severus let out a growl of exasperation and pressed down on Hermione full weight to stop her gyrations.

“We’re going to do what I like,” he said, covering her mouth with his and letting his hands sweep up and down the sides of her body.

Hermione purred like a kitten as his hands moved over her, gasping as he moved from her mouth to her throat, sucking, licking and kissing, his lank hair dragging over her flesh as the wizard moved purposely lower. Severus rose to his knees so he could caress her breasts, the dark nipples hardening between his palms, studying Hermione’s face as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, his hands smoothing over the contours of her body, which arched up helplessly for more contact.

He lowered his warm mouth to the tip of one breast and suckled her as he massaged and fondled the other, then switched several times, the witch gasping and moaning, her pelvis thrusting upward, the familiar scent of her arousal making the wizard’s mouth water. He moved upward and kissed her again, both hands on her breasts now, scouring Hermione’s hot mouth with his tongue, tasting her hunger and her need. He broke the kiss, his dark eyes meeting hers. Already her hair was sticking to her face.

“Beautiful,” he breathed down at her before sliding his body lower in the bed and kissing his way down between her breasts and over her belly, feeling her hands running over his shoulders and through his hair as he moved toward her core.

“Yes…Severus, oh gods…yes,” Hermione breathed down at him as his lips nibbled at her pubic hair.

She loved oral sex. The Potions Master seemed to know exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. The first time he performed the intimate act, Hermione had almost flown out of the bed, horrified he had put his mouth down there. Severus had to calm her, stroking her hair and caressing her until the witch recovered.

“Every part of you is beautiful, Hermione and worthy of worship,” he said to her softly, “I am completely enamored of you, the way you feel, sound, smell and taste. Don’t deny me. You will find it pleasurable, I promise you.”

Hermione had given in, and after her initial ticklishness, found the feel of his tongue and lips amazing. She came as if she’d sprung a leak, and the sex afterwards was phenomenal and satisfying. Now he was going to the source again.

Severus lowered himself to Hermione’s core, his nostrils flaring as he lifted her thighs and held them apart, the tip of her swollen clit visible between her labia. He pushed her thighs wider, reacting to the pink inner flesh of her pussy like a bull to the color red.

“Dear gods,” he groaned, diving in, tasting her sweetness, drinking her down as Hermione hit several high notes.

Severus nibbled, licked, nipped and delved as if there were a banquet between the witch’s thighs. He held her tightly as she tried to buck against his mouth, already at the edge and crying out for release. He suckled Hermione's clit teasingly, then inserted two fingers into her moist sleeve, wriggling them slightly as he gently thrust them in and out of her. Hermione keened, her body stiffening. Severus quickly removed his hand and locked his mouth to her pussy and pressed his tongue inside her as Hermione let out a shriek, tightening around his supple muscle, her hot flow pouring over it.

Severus lapped and sucked her fluids in as if dying of thirst, making small, sexy sounds of pleasure as he swallowed her ambrosia down, his eyes closed in bliss as she gyrated against his face. He didn’t let a drop escape him, and cleaned her thoroughly as she returned to earth, sighing, the rolling of her hips slowing as her hand combed through his lank locks. Severus licked her inner thighs a few times more, then pulled himself up, kissing the witch with a satisfied sigh.

“I could drink at your fountain forever,” he said to her softly.

Hermione gave him a crooked smile before closing her eyes, her breasts still rising and falling as her panting eased.

Severus rolled to the side and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at Hermione, his cock throbbing, ready for the next stage of their night. He wanted to give her a little time to recover. Suddenly he felt Hermione’s small hand encircle his girth.

“What’s good for the witch…” she began.

Severus didn’t need to hear any more. He rolled to his back, Hermione still holding on to his swollen cock.

”Is good for the wizard,” he finished for her, his eyes hot as she shifted closer, kissing his mouth lightly then working her way down his pale body.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to post. Not feeling top of my game. Thanks for reading.