The Wrong Time

Sexual Tension Resolved!

“Is this what you were so desperate to know?” he asked her, his black eyes glittering with what she thought might be tears. “Are you happy? Now do you see why I wanted to keep you from coming to my bed? Now do you see why I wouldn’t let you unknowingly fall for your lecherous former professor?”


He spat the words, allowing a single tear to slide down his cheek. Hermione looked taken aback. Is that what he thought? She noticed Josiah on the floor, looking at them both intently.


“Mummy’s sorry, Baby, but Addormio” she said, waving her wand at him.


He curled up and placed his little thumb in his mouth, sleeping soundly. She levitated him to his bed and came back to the living room where Severus was still standing.


“Is that what you think? That I would be ashamed to fall in love with you?” she asked him, stepping closer to him.


He crossed his arms over his chest.


“Well, yes,” he admitted.


Hermione looked away, cheeks flushing, looking for the strength to tell him what she was about to tell him.


“I loved you then, but I didn’t know what it was. I thought I would never find love until you walked back into my life. I knew then that I was in love, because you made me feel what you made me feel back then. I cried for months after I thought you had died. I didn’t marry Ron for three years after that night. I only married him then, because I was pregnant with Rose.


“Do you have any idea what it feels like to want someone so badly that you know you cannot have?” she asked him, her own eyes glistening with tears.


His face fell.


“Yes, I do,” he said softly.


Hermione did not think, she just acted. Before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she was crushing her lips against his in need, in desperation. He wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, so that her body was flush with his, kissing her hungrily, his tongue running over her lower lip, begging for entrance. She opened her mouth with a soft moan, and their tongues caressed one another in a silent song.


She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, feeling his stiff cock against her satin knickers. He snaked a hand down to her mosit core and slipped a finger inside the cool fabric. She moaned in ecstasy, begging him for more, as he showered her neck in passionate kisses. She pushed him against the wall as he tore open her blouse. She gasped as he unclasped the silky fabric of her bra, exposing her taut pink nipples to the brisk air of the room. He enveloped a stiff peak in his luscious lips and swirled his tongue around it until she cried out, begging for more.


He pulled the blouse the rest of the way off and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to his rooms. He opened the door and tossed her onto the lavish bed with wild abandon. Then he was atop her, removing her skirt and her knickers, exposing her creamy, delicate skin. She clawed at his chest, trying to rid him of his clothing, and he obliged, pulling the gauzy fabric over his head, and diving back down, trapping her other nipple in his mouth, softly edging his teeth across the sensitive flesh.


She gasped out in pleasure, and reached a hand down to unbuckle his trousers. He helped her shake them off, along with his boxers, his stiff pink cock bobbing in desperation. She grabbed the domed head and stroked it, feeling his sticky juices against her palm. She wanted him, she needed him.

He stared into her eyes, her begging cinnamon eyes and then plunged deep into her sheath. They both cried out at the connection, and Hermione bucked her hips wildly, begging him to go deeper. He obliged, pumping in and out of her as if his life depended on it, both moaning in ecstasy.


He felt her muscles tighten around him, milking his massive cock, and this brought him over the edge himself, spilling his seed deep inside her, filling her. He collapsed atop her, their bodies slick with sweat and sticky with the product of their lovemaking.


They lay there silent for a few moments before Hermione spoke.


“How could I ever be ashamed of that?” she asked him, heart still pounding wildly.


“You silly minx,” he said, and then trapped her mouth with his, lifting himself over her, ready for round two.


A/N: *Fans self* Well at least it got me all hot and bothered. I hope it did the same for you. Please Review!