Lendoren

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Story by kelokelo, chapter translated by septentrion and beta’ed by Tanit (what would I do without her ?)


Chapter 28: Passion and Authority, Always.


Severus had been put through agony the previous night as Hermione had snuggled herself against him to sleep more comfortably. He’d awoken several times with the strong desire to wake his beautiful companion up in an entirely naughty way, but he’d checked himself, he knew she needed her sleep. He now had every intention to set his desire free. He wanted to make her his here, at the Centre, in their chalet, where they could openly be together without fearing to be caught or denounced. Her mouth was soft under his, and their tongues were relentlessly seeking each other.

Hermione had discreetly tackled the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin on her. When at least she had his shirt open, she made him take it off, completely ignoring his protestations: he had begun to stroke her breast and didn’t want to stop. She interrupted their kiss to tell him in a tone that wouldn’t tolerate any argument, “You undressed me last night, while I was sleeping, it’s my turn to get you naked!” She pushed his hands away from her body. “You don’t get to touch me as long as you’re not naked!”

Severus moaned out of frustration, but she didn’t care. She needed to feel his skin against her own too much, without anything between them. She sighed with contentment when finished undressing him; Severus had retaliated by refusing to move one finger in helping her. He was savouring Hermione’s initiative and he very much wanted to know how far she’d dare to go. She began to explore his masculine body slowly with her hands and mouth. Instinctively, she looked for those caresses and kisses that would get contented sighs out of him. He’d closed his eyes, tasting each of her caresses, each of her kisses. He wanted her to set the pace and was only brushing his fingers against her skin. It was his way to thank her for taking such good care of him. Soon, his body was on fire; he only wanted for her to choose herself a position for their union, something she’d never dared to do.

Hermione had an idea of what he was waiting for, but she felt uneasy about it. She could hardly imagine that she could be the one to unite them and not him. Because of this, she put her head in the curve of his shoulder and her arms around his neck. Severus perfectly understood her meaning, that she didn’t dare yet.

“One day, you’ll give me that gift, my dear, when you want to, I’m not in a hurry.”

Sometimes, she had the feeling that she was daydreaming! Was this the same man who was so uncompromising and impatient in his dungeon, and such a skilled and patient lover in bed?

He smoothly turned her on her back and covered her body with his own. He knew that she adored this. She opened herself, smiling with gratitude at his heat insinuating itself inside of her. Even if his desire had intensified since the previous night, he wanted for the pleasure to last; he wanted them both to remember for a very long time their first union in their home. He was kissing her, his tongue imitating the slow rhythm of his hips. She had put her hands on his hips, urging Severus to go faster, but he resisted this tempting invitation in his desire for something else.

He tenderly turned her on her belly and penetrated her again, quickly, and as deep as he could go. This sudden intrusion nearly provoked Hermione’s orgasm, and she had to grab the bed sheet to prevent herself from howling. She’d have liked him to finish right now, to give her the relief she was waiting for. On the contrary, he seemed intent to delay their mutual pleasure, often lingering in her entrance, doing nothing more than short forays in her depth, which made her cry. But soon, Severus couldn’t be satisfied with this rhythm anymore. He snaked his arm under Hermione’s hips to slightly lift them while he abruptly accelerated his movements. He was rewarded by a long howl of bliss from Hermione. The abrupt tension of the soft feminine body under him set his own pleasure off.

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They were wrenched out of their tender torpor by Hermione’s hunger. While she was eating, Severus introduced her to the Dictator, so to speak.

“But what are we going to do?” she said, horrified, when he finished his tale. “Anyway, I’ve planned to work for my NEWTs during the holidays! I’ve prepared a full timetable of work for me, and I’m already late!”

“Hermione, we have to work on our common magic, and we’ve already lost the whole morning! We must train every day so that you’ll be able to face him without you being exhausted like yesterday evening. So your revisions for NEWTs, which are in six months, can wait! Go and dress up, we’re going to the Silvery Circle!”

"What about my holiday homework?"

“Later! There’s a superb library here where you’ll find every answer to your questions, and no, I’m not going to show it to you now. Training first, it’s more important!”

“Might I remind you that I take the NEWTs at the end of the school year! How to you want me to succeed if I don’t work during the holidays?” she protested.

“Hermione,even if you didn’t do your holiday homework, you’d pass the NEWTs with flying colours. I should know, shouldn’t I? Out with you! Put your coat on and let’s go. Besides, I must point out to you that you’ll have to attend dinner tonight, for a lot of people would like to speak with you, and your friends gave me funny looks when I came alone! Hurry now!”

Hermione got dressed and thought about what has been revealed to her. She understood better now what kind of pressure Harry had had to face. He had to defeat Voldemort, and she, with Erwin, had to defeat the Dictator. But … she wasn’t ready for this! She needed time! Couldn’t she take her NEWTs, then work her magic with Erwin here?

“My dear, did Voldemort give time to Harry during the Triwizard Tournament? At the Ministry of Magic? Are you telling me that he could study and face his nightmares two years ago, and that you can’t study for your NEWTs and learn to use your Lendoren magic in the same time? I believe that you are a bit more intelligent than him, Hermione!”

Hermione shot him a terrified look, she didn’t feel up to par at all.

He hugged her briefly and said, “The only thing that could assuage your fear is for you to succeed at the Silvery Circle while being less tired than yesterday. Cease to brood over it and concentrate to link us quicker this time, understood?”

His tone had hardened and was more like his dungeon voice. This caused Hermione’s eyes to blaze. She sharply replied, “You’d better be with me this time!”

She bolted out of the chalet, very much determined to show Severus that she could make progress. Severus sighed and followed her. Why was anger the only way to have her go beyond her fear? Her habit of panicking even before there were sine’s of danger was rather annoying.

They walked silently until the falls, but this silence was a lot heavier than the day before. Hermione was angry with Severus, who one moment made passionate love to her, and next moment only thought of work, work, and work. She was also terrified by what he’d revealed to her. And to think that he’d been having this burden on his shoulders for nearly twenty years! She’d never given their age difference much thought until now. They spoke so easily about everything, it was even often easier to talk to him about anything than to Harry, Ron, or even Ginny.

As for Severus, he was piqued that he couldn’t put Hermione’s fears to rest without confronting her and get a reaction out of the Gryffindor in her. Thank Merlin that his companion wasn’t a snivelling woman! On the contrary, she pulled her claws out and fought with all her might.

“You’d better not dally behind!”

Severus immediately felt her link them and take control of the link. She was angry enough for him to want to make himself small and to obey without protesting. This was a disagreeable sensation, one that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

‘Perfect,’ he thought. If he only uttered a wrong word, he would get figuratively slapped through their link.

“Exactly, my dear. So, you wanted to work, didn’t you?” Hermione complained. “Get to work now!”

Well, he’d been slapped through their link. He set his mind on concentrating on what Hermione wanted to do.


Answer to reviews:

Anon: I'm sorry to hear you quit. I hope you enjoyed the part you read.

firewall:Happy New Year to you too. I like the unicorns too, and they're telling much about their feelings.

Anon: thanks.

Citten: I've had a nice holiday, but I'm back to work, alas. The unicorns Severus and Hermione produce with their magic show here their mutual love. But they will have other uses in further chapters.