Wall Flowers

Third Celebration

Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing each other in the first Quidditch match of the year. Severus Snape was very confident in his team, especially considering that Potter was no longer the Gryffindor seeker. It was Ginny Weasley and even though she was good, Snape knew she wasn’t as quick as his seeker.

The match had lasted a good eight hours when Slytherin finally won. Making his way to Hogsmeade, Severus entered the Three Broomsticks to find Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, and Tonks waiting for him. He was hoping to avoid having to socialize with anyone. It was bad enough it was his turn to chaperone the students, but to be forced to celebrate his victory with a table full of his peers who were also Gryffindors was more than he wanted to tolerate. As much as he would have loved to rub his victory into their faces, he just wasn’t in the mood, but Albus waved him over and he felt obligated.

“Well done, Severus my boy,” beamed Albus, “The Slytherins looked top notch today!” Albus patted him on the back while handing him a butterbeer. The last time Severus drank a butterbeer was during his third year as a student. He never cared for the taste, preferring something stronger or less sweet.

“Here’s to Slytherin,” cheered Tonks, holding up her butterbeer. The rest of the group toasted with her except for Severus.

“Severus, you need to learn how to celebrate,” jeered Tonks. He ignored her while sneering at a group of Ravenclaws who were looking in his direction.

Madame Rosetta made her way over and handed a note to Severus. “This is for you,” she said, leaving as soon as he took it.

He opened it and read it.

Can I help you celebrate Severus?

He quickly looked up and caught a glimpse of a woman with dark red robes and long curly brown hair leaving out the door. Abruptly Severus stood up, put the note in his pocket and left hastily without saying a word. The others watched, but didn’t comment. It wasn’t the first time he had left without bidding anyone a goodnight.

He walked out of the Three Broomsticks, looking around carefully for her, but she was nowhere to be scene. He kept walking, further into the darkness of the night when he felt her presences behind him.

“I take it your answer is yes,” she said smoothly. He didn’t turn around, because he didn’t want her to see the smile on his face.

“You are correct in your assumption, Hermione,” he said, putting a solemn look back on his face before turning to face her.

Placing two fingers under his chin, she slowly pulled him toward her, gently brushing her lips to his. At the same time, he felt a familiar tug in the middle of his abdomen as she activated a portkey.

Looking around, taking in his new surroundings he asked, “Where are we?”


“My apartment,” she answered, “Are you hungry?”


He smelled a delectable aroma coming from the next room. “Grilled fish with Loire Valley whites?”


“Very good Severus, I am impressed,” she said, handing him a bottle of white wine to open. It was a fact that a good potions master could identify just about every ingredient by smell. “I’ll get the glasses,” she said while taking off her red robes.

Severus opened the wine and poured two glasses. “What if Gryffindor had won?” he asked.

“Then I would have asked you to help me celebrate,” she said before sipping her wine. “Either way it was a win win situation.”


He raised an eyebrow while slightly raising his glass. “Yes, you are correct,” he agreed, sipping on his wine.

“So, are you hungry Severus?”


His eyes slowly looked her over. She was wearing an elegant red dress with spaghetti straps that complimented her body. The color brought out the color in her eyes, making them sparkle. She wore black high heels, accenting her long legs. “Yes, I am hungry,” he replied, his eyes were still on her body.

She blushed, but said, “For dinner Severus.”


“Yes, for dinner and then for,” he looked back at her, “dessert.”


“Of course, dessert. I didn’t make dessert, but if you have ideas, feel free to suggest.” He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“I do have a few suggestions,” he said, taking another sip of his wine.

Hermione went into the kitchen and brought out two plates of food, sitting them down on the small dining room table. Severus walked over and pulled her chair out for her. He then sat down, never taking his eyes off of hers.

They ate dinner, him asking her a question or two and she doing the same. It was the first true conversation they had ever had and both were pleased at how easy it was to talk to each other. Hermione gathered up the plates when they were finished and took them back into the kitchen. Upon returning, she found Severus sitting on the couch with both glasses of wine. He had taken the liberty of refilling the glasses.

Taking her glass of wine he offered her, Hermione sat down next to him, crossed her legs so her top leg draped over his knee. Severus began to gently rub her knee, slowly moving his hand down her calf. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, he could easily engulf her here and now, but that would soon come. He took another sip of his wine and put it down on the coffee table. His hand that was rubbing her calf slowly made its way to her thigh, discretely slipping his fingers under the hem of her dress with each passing motion. His other hand cupped her face tracing her jaw while looking into her eyes.

The first time he looked into her eyes during the celebration at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, he saw lust and desire. The second time he saw her during her graduation, he saw hunger and a desire that was for him. Now, for the first time he saw something different, something he wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Hermione leaned her body into the comfort he offered. His arms were strong and reassuring that she was wanted, if only for tonight she was wanted. He had always been a bastard to her with his snide remarks toward her and her friends, but lately he was consuming her mind, her inner core and her need to be wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Hermione’s body was melting under his touch. Only he could make her feel like this. She had dated a few guys while at the university, but never got past the first date. She just didn’t feel the excitement with them that she felt with Severus.

Now that she was back in his arms, looking into his eyes, she felt a sense of belonging. His eyes weren’t lust filled but filled with something else she was too scared to think about.

Each leaning toward each other, their lips finally met, melting and molding to each other’s. Their tongues entered, exploring tasting, lusting after what their bodies were craving. Hermione brought her hand up to his jaw, encouraging him in his kiss. Her fingers were soothing to the touch. He had never been touched with such care.

Her mouth slowly pulled away from his, placing small tender kisses along the way until she reached his neck just below his earlobe. It was here he reacted to most, taking in a quick breath of air. She took her time tasting and nipping at his neck, finding other places that made him react just as intensely. Her fingers slowly moved to his shirt and began to unfasten each button with deliberate care as if savoring what was to come.

Repositioning herself so that she was now straddling him, she broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. His eyes, along with his voice were so powerful because both could inflict an array of emotions causing one to loose all self-control. This is what this man did to her and gods help her she couldn’t resist him.

Severus was helpless as his body melted under her touch. He allowed her to take the lead. A desire in him was for her to want him, not because he could give her a powerful orgasm. Not because they had mind blowing sex, but because she truly wanted to please him. Her lips were so soft and gentle as they made their way from his neck to his chest as she opened each button, exposing more of him.

She found one nipple and bit it gently while flickering her tongue before moving on to the next one. She placed more kisses along his skin while peeling off his shirt.

Lifting her mouth back to his, she kissed him even more passionately while she unfastened his pants. He helped her by raising his hips off the couch, just enough for her to slip off the remainder of his clothes.

Sitting in front of her, naked, he looked into her eyes and saw the same loving look he saw earlier. He no longer wanted to have sex with this woman in front of him. He wanted to make love to her.

Placing her hand on his stomach while she looked up at him, her fingers slowly made their way to his erection. Her fingers tips traced his head and moved down his shaft while she never broke eye contact. Giving him a small, genuine smile, she lowered her mouth down to him and began placing small kisses from the tip to the base. Make her way back up she licked his full length, causing him to once again react. She took his full length into her mouth, taking turns sucking and swirling her tongue while her head bobbed up and down.

Severus leaned further back into the couch, letting himself enjoy the pleasure she was bringing him.

Just then she heard the front door opening. Hermione sat up wide-eyed realizing her roommates were home. Severus smiled while calmly pulling her onto his lap.

“Which room is yours?” he whispered. She pointed and a second later they were sitting on her bed. “May I suggest placing wards?” he softly sneered. She smiled while pulling out her wand. Along with placing wards, she placed a silencing spell. She wasn’t about to entertain her roommates.

“Now, shall we continue?” she asked with a mock raised eyebrow.

“Yes, but you are overdressed, again,” he replied. Finding the bottom of her dress, he raised it up past her hips, waist, breasts, and over her head throwing it on the ground. He then unclasped her bra and slowly peeled it from her body, allowing one breast at a time to be released. Still sitting on his lap, he reached for her panties and removed these too.

“You are so beautiful Hermione,” he whispered into her ear before kissing it. His mouth moved to hers and kissed again. Their tongues explored and tasted each other. It had never felt this right with anyone else.

Not breaking the kiss, he moved both of them so she was under him and he was lying on top of her. Lying skin to skin with this beautiful woman was so damned erotic. Her touch, her scent, her very being drove him to a state of needing her more.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She loved being under him, kissing him, making love to him. She no longer thought of it as sex, but as making love. She cared for him more deeply than she had ever cared for another, but she was afraid to tell him this because she didn’t know what his expectations were from their ‘relationship.’ For now she would cherish her time with Severus.

He needed to be in her now. He positioned himself between her legs that willing parted, welcoming him. Looking into her eyes, he slowly entered her wet, warm folds. Filling her up to the hilt, he didn’t move at first. He just looked into her eyes, watching her react to him.

She began to squeeze her muscles together while slowly moving her hips. It was amazing that all he had done since he first met her was to belittle her, yet she had discovered a different side to him. His true self.

He pulled out and entered her again. Her hips met his thrusts and together they found a slow steady rhythm. The heat and fire was building as their speed increased. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling and encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper into her. He answered her requests, knowing her climax was quickly building. Until now their lovemaking had been silent, but now she wasn’t in control of her body, he was. He drove deeper into her, finding the spot that would push her to her over the edge.

He could feel her hips jerking under him and knew she was coming. He looked into her eyes, her eyes that glazed over as her orgasm flooded her senses.

She let out a cry as the waves of ecstasy claimed her body and soul. When she was able to focus again on Severus’ face, she smiled breathlessly.

Gods, that smile. It was so beautiful when she smiled at him. His orgasm was building rapidly and as much as he wanted to hold back and savor this, he couldn’t. She was the only woman to make him feel helpless. He thrust into her quicker and letting out a deep moan, he came, spilling his warm seed into her. His thrusts slowed and when he was spent, he leaned on her, kissing her gently.

Rolling over, he pulled her into his arms and held her close. If it were up to him, he would never let go. His fingers gently caressed the skin on her back, trying to express to her what his words could not. He needed her more than just occasionally.

Hermione moved closer to him, smelling him, feeling him, trying to memorize every detail of his skin, his face, his feel. She had given herself freely to him three times now, but this time she didn’t want to let go.

He moved his hand to her chin and raised it so her mouth met his. He kissed her passionately while his other hand pulled her closer. She returned the kiss as she tried to wrap her arms around him, but his hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her on top of him. Releasing her form the kiss, he positioned her so that she was straddling his face. Upon realizing what he wanted, she smiled, letting him guide her onto his mouth.

His tongue began to work her most pleasurable spot. Slowly rocking on his mouth, Hermione’s head tilted backward, closing her eyes to savor the true talent of his tongue. Her hands came up to her breasts, squeezing and massaging while pinching and rolling her nipples between her thumb and finger, just like Severus does.

Severus loved the way she tasted. He couldn’t get enough of her. Watching her play with herself only made his tongue work faster. He wanted to pleasure her. He worked his tongue over her hard, swollen nub. Her hips began to jerk a little harder as her moans increased. She was coming. Severus took her entire nub into his mouth, sucking it while flickering his tongue. As her sweet nectar flowed, he drank. Never had a woman coming in his mouth felt so erotic as it did with Hermione.

Hermione’s body became limp as Severus guided her down next to him. He slowly kissed her on her jaw, her nose, and finally her lips. “You are so beautiful Hermione,” he whispered before nuzzling against her.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him. He had always held her, but tonight she wanted to hold him. She felt him sigh as he relaxed in her arms. A smile spread across her face.

Both fell asleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

In the morning, Hermione woke up to find Severus getting dressed. She got out of bed and walked over to him. He took her hand into his. He gazed into her eyes while cupping her face in his other hand. He didn’t want to tell her good-bye. She didn’t want to tell him good-bye.

She smiled warmly, not knowing if she should let him know that her feelings for him were growing, but she spoke. “I would love to make dinner for you again.”


“No one has ever made dinner for me before,” he said softly. “Yes, I want you to cook for me again, but,” he took a deep breath and slowly let it out, “I don’t want it to be a celebration. I want you to cook dinner for me because you want to be with me.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her ever so gently. “Do you want to see me again?”


“Yes,” she whispered.

His words brought her a sense of peace to her emotions. She was dreading him leaving, but with a promise of him wanting to see her again, she was willing to say good-bye, for now.

~*~*~*~*~

Severus and Hermione saw each other regularly, sometimes for dinner, sometime for breakfast, sometimes for both. On some nights they held each other, scared to let go. It wasn’t until after Christmas they confessed their love to one another, promising never to let go.

~*~*~*~*~

It was the final Quidditch match of the season. Slytherin and Gryffindor were going for the house cup. All of the professors were sitting in the standings, anxiously waiting for the match to begin. Severus was sitting front and center, proudly representing the Slytherins. He was dressed in his signature color, black, but the professors noticed his robes were not his regular robes. They were very distinguished with an elegant trim, but no one dared commented for they assumed he was just being smug about his Slytherin’s going for the house cup. They had noticed he had been tolerable over the past school year, but again they did not comment about it, at least not to him.

It was almost an hour into the match when Minerva McGonagall noticed Hermione coming up the stairs. “Hermione!” she cried, “Welcome dear! Have a seat.”


“Thank you Professor, but I already have a seat,” Hermione politely replied as she made her way to Severus. Severus stood up to greet her.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it,” he said quietly.

“I almost didn’t. My final potions project had to be re-brewed.”


“It doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re here.” She reached up at the same time he leaned down, both meeting in the middle for a quick, yet passionate kiss.

Minerva about fell backward out of her seat while the rest of the professors gawked at the two. Albus smiled and returned his attention to the match. Hermione was wearing, several professors noticed, a beautiful diamond engagement ring that looked so elegant on her slender hand, now realizing why the potion master had been so tolerable.

Showing her support for Gryffindor by wearing deep red robes, Hermione sat down next to Severus, curling her arm in his. The two enjoyed watching the match while the professors watched them.

~*~*~*~*~

Wanting to avoid any questions about their relationship, Hermione and Severus quickly excused themselves so they could celebrate in privacy.

“I told you they wouldn’t ask any questions about us,” said Hermione playfully.

“I was wrong. I truly thought Minerva was going to ask her usually twenty questions,” he said, pulling her chair out for her. “But, you know as soon as she corners me at school, she won’t hold back.”


“I know,” smiled Hermione. “It will be easier to just answer her questions and get it over with. She adores you like a son Severus.”


“It’ll be more amusing if I refuse to answer her questions,” he growled softly in her ear.

“Yes, but let’s talk about that later. We need to celebrate the victory of the Quidditch match and then plan our wedding.”


“I told you Hermione, you plan the wedding. I’ll plan the honeymoon.”


Together they left Hogwarts to celebrate.

THE END