Who Do You Want?

Who Do You Want?


Chapter Three
\"Fun But Very Messy \"


WARNING: Damp knickers and clichés ahead.


Disclaimer: With this disclaimer, I proclaim that I do not own any of the concepts, ideas or intellectual property related to Harry Potter or anything else created by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this endeavor.

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They could hear Neville and Luna talking on the other side of the door. Then there was a rattle of the doorknob.


\"Oh well, this room is locked. I think Ron\'s bedroom is empty; let\'s try there,\" they heard Neville say before the footsteps retreated away.


They both let out their breaths.


She looked up at him and started to giggle.


\"And just what is so humorous, Miss Granger?\" he asked with his \"professor\" voice, a hint of amusement creeping in.


\"I was just thinking about the look on poor Neville\'s face if you hadn’t locked the door in time.\" She had one hand to her face as she tried desperately to stop laughing.


\"So, you think the sight of you and me in a state of undress is funny?\" he asked with one raised brow and a twinkle in his eye. He was lightening up and even smiled a bit.


Seeing his faint grin, she stopped laughing. \"You should smile more often. You actually look objectively handsome when you do.\" She faintly wondered if she was viewing him through lust goggles.


His smile faded. \"I thought beauty was in the eye of the beholder.\"


\"It is. But you actually look a lot nicer when you smile, even more handsome. And don\'t you think you should drop the \'Miss Granger\' bit? \" She beamed at him, and he allowed another small smile to escape.


\"Hermione,\" he said, and his smile returned. He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue.


She went back to kissing his chest. After the last of the buttons were undone, she parted the fabric away from his chest.


Severus had a small dusting of straight hair in the middle of his chest, and his stomach was covered in a down of softer straight black fur that trailed below the waistline of his trousers.


Hermione’s hands roamed over his flesh the same way that his hands had explored her. She then kissed and caressed each of his nipples with the same attention he had given hers. He never knew that his own nipples could feel such pleasure, although he saw that similar attentions had successfully aroused her body just minutes before the doorknob interruption.


When she finally removed his shirt, she stepped back and admired his form. He was muscular in a lean way, with whipcord muscles under taut pale flesh.


Out of respect, she made no mention of the hint of the Dark Mark she saw on his left forearm. She would ask him about it at another time; now was not that time.


She gave a lazy smile and purred, \"God, but you’re sexy. If I had known you had a body like this, I think I would have found it hard to concentrate in Potions class.\"


Hermione never liked too many muscles on a man, and Severus had the right amount for her. He was only thirty-seven, still young enough to have a youthful body, defined and compactly trim.


He moved towards her and swept her up in his arms, then ravished her mouth, wanting to kiss that smoldering look on her face until nothing was left but a woman overwhelmed from his passion.


As he devoured her neck again, Hermione waved her wand at the couch and muttered a spell. He glanced up to see the couch had lengthened by a few feet and was now considerably deeper. It looked like a large upholstered opium bed.


She led him to the charmed couch and sat him on it. Severus leaned back and watched as she removed her shoes and wriggled out of her jeans. He sighed at the sight of her legs emerging from their denim confines.


Standing at the edge of the couch, she allowed him to look at her body wearing only some white cotton knickers, before she knelt down on the couch and crawled up next to him. They lay in each other\'s arms and continued to kiss. His hands swept from her shoulder down her back and around her hips, cupping her bottom before grazing the back of her thighs.


Feeling his hands on her legs, she brought one leg up over his flank, enjoying the roughness of the cloth on the inside of her thigh. It felt delicious, but now she wanted to feel his bare skin against the insides of her legs.


Severus pulled back and looked at Hermione, who was now laying on her back, her bushy hair spread out around her. With deliberate slowness, he brought his hands to the sides of her breasts, then trailed them delicately down her sides to her hipbones and across her abdomen.


The tingling feeling of his hands gliding across her skin made her gasp and arch her head back. This was erotic.


He continued to stroke her skin lightly, never quite touching her breasts or the area covered by her knickers, discovering which parts of her body were the most sensitive by the sounds escaping her mouth and by how much she writhed in exquisite pleasure. Severus learned she was ticklish behind the knees, but she groaned when kissed there.


Finally, Hermione pushed him onto his back and began dragging her hair across his chest and arms, then across his face before bringing her face down to his navel. She kissed the shallow depression, and he gave a startled gasp.


\"Has no one ever kissed you there before?\" she asked.


\"No one has ever kissed me willingly before,\" he said, looking down his chest at her lips hovering above his stomach.


\"You mean, you\'ve never made love?\"


He looked away, the pained expression returning.


She crawled back up to him, cupping his face. \"In some ways, you\'re a virgin, too.\" Kissing him on the tip of his nose, she trailed her mouth back down his chest to his stomach and nuzzled the softness of his hair against her face, before she started kissing his navel again. When she let her tongue dip into the fleshy niche, he gave a low reverberating groan that went straight from to her head to the aching spot between her legs.


\"Oh, I love your voice,\" she whispered just before she lapped at his navel again.


He let out another growl to answer her.


Nipping at the flesh just above his hipbones, she let her fingers wander to the fly of his trousers. After several attempts to undo the fly, she finally sat back and gave an annoyed look.


\"How do you get these damn things off?\" she said with exasperation.


Severus chuckled, a genuine laugh over the fact that she would get so terse over a little piece of fabric and notions that bested her.


If she had known that doing that would make him laugh, she would have done it earlier. She loved his laugh; it took years off his face, making him look ten years younger. She knew she had to make him laugh more in the future.


With a simple twist of his wrists, he undid the buttons. Hermione reached around and began to pull down his trousers as he lifted his hips. She continued slipping his trousers down his legs, until she realized he was still wearing his boots. Hermione yanked off his boots with impatience, making him laugh some more. With his boots chucked over into a corner somewhere behind her, she finished pulling off his trousers.


He lay there with his arms behind his head, clad only in a pair of plain white cotton boxers that barely concealed his erection straining against the fabric. In her eyes, he was no longer her former professor, but a man — just a simple man who wanted her.


Climbing her way back towards him, she let her body rub up against him, feeling his erection rubbing against her breasts and stomach before she laid down on top of him to kiss him some more.


The weight of her on top of him, her breasts against her chest, the feel of her thighs straddling his hips, the heat coming from between her legs and pooling on his lower abdomen — they all made his cock twitch and become even harder.


His hands guided her off of him and onto her side. With one hand resting against her cheek, he let his other hand trail down her belly and slip into her damp knickers, watching her eyes for any sign she wanted this to stop. He slipped one finger in between the folds of her flesh, watching her as she closed her eyes tight and threw back her head while she let out a low moan. Severus knew about women\'s anatomy, and knew he had just grazed her clitoris, but he never realized till now how it would reduce her to a state of delirium.


She was sopping wet, and his finger slid easily between her nether lips. He began to rock his hand back and forth, discovering just how she liked to be touched. Eventually, she rolled from her side to her back, then spread her legs to allow his hands to go farther down into her knickers. Frustrated by the way they hindered his movements, she ripped off her knickers and dropped them by the side of the couch.


Laying on his side, propped up on one elbow, Severus looked at her now nude form stretched out before him. He looked at the patch of curls covering the moist area between her legs, and ran his fingers through the kinky hair before going back to stroking her.


Hermione writhed under him, and he loved the sight of her enjoying herself from his touch. It was the first time he ever truly gave a woman pleasure, and he relished the sight of her.


Dipping his hand lower, he pressed his middle finger against her opening. She gasped as her eyes flew open.


\"Do you want me to stop?\" he asked, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern.


\"No,\" she whimpered. \"I just never imagined my body aching to be touched,”
she panted, “probed,\" as his finger slid inside of her and she arched her back to welcome it, \"filled.\" Her last words were almost screamed as if she was in pain.


Slowly sliding his finger in and out of her, he watched as she became an undulating form of lust under his hand. He slipped a second finger inside of her and noted her tightness.


He let his mind wander to just how tight she could feel wrapped around his cock, and he had to suppress a shudder at that thought. It took all his control not to climb on top of her and mount her that instant. Since she was a virgin, she deserved to have his patience and gentleness.


Sliding down, he placed himself between her legs and let his hair graze the insides of her thighs. When his mouth found her orchid, he sipped from her, feeling her shudder beneath him. Her scent was sweet, mixed with a feminine musky smell he found pleasant to his delicate nose; and her taste was like nectar.


His lips kissed her bud, and when his tongue found it, she screamed and instinctively clutched her hands at the upholstery. With his mouth on her clit and his fingers inside of her stroking her G-spot, she found herself coming quickly. Never had she ever been able to reach that elusive spot he found so readily with his long and dexterous fingers.


The fire spread through her body, making her toes curl and her eyes squint shut. Her mouth was open wide, as if she was exhaling the north wind from her body.


\"SEVERUS!\" she screamed at the top of her lungs.


He had never heard his name called in passion; it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.


Her hands flew to his head, and she held him there as she rode out one of the most intense orgasms she ever had.


Miss Hermione Granger losing complete control was as rare a sight as Severus Snape laughing, and he wanted to make her lose control more often after experiencing her this way.


When she collapsed and released her hands from his hair, she stroked his head and looked down between her legs to see him smiling up at her, his upper lip glistening with her essence.


He kissed his way along the inside of her thigh before he began probing her navel with his tongue. Still feeling languid in post-climactic bliss, she didn\'t writhe as much as she would have a few minutes before.


\"Let me do the same for you,\" she huskily whispered to him as he ran his mouth along her rib cage.


\"If you do that to me, I will never be able to be inside of you tonight,” he told her, as he settled alongside of her and watched the color in her cheeks slowly fade, her pupils still remaining preternaturally dilated. “I don’t know if I have the strength to climax twice in one night. It\'s one or the other. Which would you like to do?\" He was giving her a choice of backing out of her request. Now that she was satisfied, perhaps she would have second thoughts about being with him.


\"I guess I can save that for another time,” she smiled and sighed. “I need you inside of me tonight.\"


He hoped she would want to continue to be with him in the future long enough so he could do more things to and with her. However, he knew that sometimes, in the light of the morning, people realized they had made mistakes in the heat of passion. Severus knew he had not made a mistake, and prayed that Hermione would feel the same way tomorrow.


Sitting up, she began pulling down his boxers. When his erection sprang free of the cloth, she stared at it as she continued to dispatch his skivvies. She had never before seen an erect penis, and she was amazed at the size of his. It looked nothing like the few times she had caught Ron in a state of undress, or the one time she accidentally walked in on her father as he was dressing.


Severus was not huge, but he was larger than average, not that Hermione really knew what average was. As she continued to gaze at his erection, she brought her hand up to it and ran her hand delicately along its length, hearing his sharp intake of breath. She had never before felt skin this soft and warm, and she marveled at its texture. She noted his scrotum just underneath hidden in a thick covering of black hair.


Leaning forward, she gave the tip a simple chaste kiss, while he shuddered from the warmth of her breath.


Lying back down alongside of him, she again gazed into his eyes, lost in their depth. She longed to see his black eyes by the light of day so she could really tell what color they were.


\"Since you are a virgin, do you want me to save the blood that will probably occur?\" he asked as he stroked her side,


\"Why?\"


\"Because I can use it to restore your virginity, if you choose later on that this was a mistake. It also has unusual healing properties that you would be able to use for only yourself or me,\" he explained, as he moved his hand up to stroke her face.


\"To get my virginity back, no. But as an ingredient for an invaluable potion, then yes, please save it.\"


Searching around on the floor, he grabbed his cloak, which he had taken off before Hermione entered the room that evening, and placed it on the enlarged couch for her to lie on.


When she lay back on top of his cloak, her fair skin stood out like a beacon in the night against the black cloth. He found himself wanting her more than ever.


\"Do you want a charm for the pain?\" he asked.


She shook her head, knowing the pain would only be momentary. Hermione laid on her back with her knees lifted and separated, stretching out her arms to welcome him into her.


Settling himself between her legs, he propped himself up on his elbows to keep his weight off of her and let his erection rest against her belly. He kissed her lips, while stroking her hair and face with his hands.


Kissing him, Hermione’s hands lightly trailed down his sides and stroked his back. With her palms finally resting on his arse, she made circular motions with her hands, feeling the firmness of his bottom.


With one hand, she reached down between them and tried to position him. He stopped kissing her, and lifted his hips up slightly to position himself for her.


As he rubbed the head of his cock around the edge of her hole, she felt the aching throb returning to her center. Her eyes became heavily lidded with lust as he continued to tease her opening.


\"Please, Severus,\" she begged him.


He looked into her eyes and slowly began to slip into her. He felt the flesh of her hymen protest his entrance, and he gently pushed past it. He was thankful that she was extremely wet to begin with and did not need lubrication, but his entrance into her did not go without pain.


Severus saw her shut her eyes, and she grimaced as he slowly sheathed himself into her. Once settled in her to the hilt, he waited for her to adjust to him. When she started nudging him with her hips, he knew she was ready. Slowly withdrawing only a little, he pushed himself back in.


Hermione felt the burning sting of tearing flesh, but once he was inside of her, the pain subsided quickly. She wanted to feel the delicious friction of him moving in and out of her.


When Severus started moving and rocking into her, the sensation was more rapturous that she ever could imagine. With each stroke, she let out a whimper that quickly built to a moan. Her brow was knit with intense pleasure, and he began to lengthen his strokes, as her moans became an intermittent wail.


\"Yes,\" she urged him, \"yes, oh yes, Severus, yes.\" Soon, her comments again became incoherent wails.


She threw back her head, arching her neck. He dropped his head to her shoulder, biting it lightly as his thrusts became more purposeful. As she drew her knees up high to take him deeper, she heard him grunt with animalistic sounds, and it turned her on even more. Soon, his movements into her quickened, and Hermione knew he would come soon. He seemed to be holding back. She wondered if he was waiting for her to climax.


\"Come for me,\" she whispered into his ear.


He did not waste time and immediately did as she commanded. The fire in him ripped through his body and traveled up from his toes up to the ends of his hair, and he let himself lose control just as Hermione had done with him.


She lifted up his head, and saw his face screw up in fury then suddenly relax as he gave one last thrust. She could feel his member pulse as his seed pumped into her. He stayed stationary inside of her, and the last of his semen spilled out of him. They were both covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened by the light of the fire.


He was about to pull out of her when she pulled him closer. \"Stay inside of me for a while.\"


It took all his strength not to collapse on top of her. He settled down on top of her, slightly to the side.


\"I\'m sorry,\" he said, his face pained.


\"For what?\" she asked, her face becoming worried that he was regretting it already.


\"I hurt you, and I didn\'t wait for you to come.\"


She smiled back at him and kissed the corner of his mouth. \"I got to come before we even started. Besides, I never expected an orgasm my first time. And remember, I turned down the pain-blocking charm.\"


He smiled lazily back at her.


\"So how was it, making love your first time?\" she asked.


He closed his eyes. \"Nothing like I ever imagined. Rapturous. And you?\" he asked as he opened his eyes and stroked her face, hoping he had made her feel half the pleasure he felt.


\"Better than I ever could imagine,\" she sighed.


She finally allowed him to pull out of her. He rolled off of her and snuggled up next to her, facing her. They laid next to one another, stroking each other for a while before the chill of the room crept up on them. Hermione reached over and pulled her cloak over them, as Severus\' cloak was underneath them.


\"What do we do now?\" she asked.


He looked at her, unsure how to answer her vague and loaded question.


\"What do you mean?\" he replied guardedly.


\"Do we go for round two? Do we go take a shower? Are we now lovers? Do we start dating and get to know one another? Are we now more than friends? I\'m not sure how to proceed. If there was a book on this, I would have read it to prepare myself, but I doubt one exists,\" she laughed at herself.


He pulled her closer and kissed her hair, for once not minding her questions as he felt equally unsure. \"I have no idea. We\'ll have to wing it, though I\'m not entirely comfortable with ever doing that.\"


\"Me neither.\"


\"What would you like to do?\" he asked.


\"First, I\'d like to take a shower,” she said as she pulled her head back and looked at him with a warm smile. “I never knew sex could be so messy; it’s incredibly fun, but very messy.\"


He chuckled at her comment.


\"Then I would like to know you better,” she continued. “Talk with you, go to dinner, find out if we really are compatible, see if we can stand each other, like each other. As I said, I love you as a friend. But the question remains, am I your friend?\"


He looked at her and wondered if she was a friend. He had thought of her as a student for so long, and now he no longer viewed her as that same student. Now he saw her as a woman who had just stripped his soul bare and brought him the sweetest joy of his adult life. Before, he had reluctantly respected her mind; and now he had fond thoughts of her, as he was able to reflect on his perceptions about her with new eyes.


\"I don’t know if you are my friend,” he said thoughtfully. “It\'s been years since I\'ve had a real friend. But I think that you would make a fine friend indeed. It\'s nice to know I\'m already yours.\"


\"To friendship,\" she whispered, then kissed him with slow tenderness.


He gave her another smile. He had smiled more that evening than he had in the past twenty years.


\"You mentioned a shower,\" he commented.


\"We could Apparate into the bathroom, so no one sees.\"


\"How do we know no one is in there already? Certainly, I don’t want to give them a show. Do you?\" he asked as his eyes raked her body.


Hermione giggled and cuffed him on the shoulder lightly. \"You\'re awful.\"


\"Told you I was. I have a better idea.\" He steeled himself against her rejection. \"My place. I have a cottage in the Lakes District, with not a road or Muggle for miles. We can go there to clean up.\" She didn’t notice it by the firelight, but he blushed ever so slightly when he added, \"You could even stay the night if you don’t feel like Apparating back here.\"


\"I\'d like that very much.\"


Her easy smile made the dueling dragons in his stomach quiet down and go back to sleep. They both sat up, and Hermione started getting dressed.


He looked at her with puzzlement. \"Surely, you\'re not feeling modest now?\"


\"No, but I would like to get some toiletries from the bathroom before we go. And as you said, I don’t want to give anyone a show,\" she winked at him.


Putting on her knickers, jeans, and shirt, but leaving her bra in a pile with her cloak, she grabbed her wand and said, \"Back in a flash. Wait for me.\"


She was gone with a pop, and Severus laid back down on the couch, sighing with a smile. This evening certainly didn\'t end up as he expected.


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Hermione Apparated into the bathtub, remembering the curtain was usually closed. If there was anyone in there answering nature\'s call, the cloth divider would surely shield her from seeing anyone who was busy. After remaining still for a moment and listening to see if anyone was there, she pulled the shower curtain to one side and started gathering her things.


Mumbling to herself, she started ticking off items as she started piling them into a large make-up bag. \"Shampoo, conditioner, leave-in-conditioner, soap, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss…\" She peeked under the counter to see if she was missing anything. \"Sanitary napkins, tampons…\"


Hermione\'s face froze in horror.


\"Bugger!\" she whispered fiercely. \"Bugger, bugger, double mother fucking shit.\"


Taking a calming breath, she placed her wand to her abdomen and said, \"Contraceptus.\"


She just hoped she cast the spell quickly enough. When they got to Severus\' house, she would ask him to brew a potion just in case. Muggles had the morning-after pill, so she was sure there was a potion he would know that would serve the same purpose.


Gathering a few last items, she zipped the bag shut and Apparated back to the study.


Severus was standing there with his trousers on and nothing else. He had their clothing draped over his arm, and was ready for departure to his place.


Walking over to him, she gave him a simple kiss, but a small bit of worry caused a crease in her forehead.


\"Anything the matter?\" he asked, hoping she hadn\'t changed her mind.


She looked a bit sheepish and confessed, \"I just realized we didn\'t use a contraception charm until I was in the bathroom. I did one there, but I don’t know if it was in time. They\'re only 100 percent effective if used before. I was wondering if you could brew up a potion when we get to your place.\"


Pulling her into his arms, he gave her a kiss on the top of her head. He felt a bit foolish, as he was supposed to be the responsible one. Severus had forgotten about using contraception, as well, being caught up in the heat of the moment.


\"Sure,\" he said rocking her a little bit, \"I have everything I need at home.\"


She smiled up at him and felt much better. The Kneazle clawing at her insides decided to take a rest.


\"Oh!\" she said, her eyes going wide. \"I should leave a note, or Harry and Ron will launch a man-hunt for me all over Britain.\"


Scrounging around in the drawers, she found a scrap of parchment, a slightly-used quill. and a half-filled bottle of ink.


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Dear Harry and Ron,


I\'ve gone off for a few days to visit a friend. I\'ll owl you later.


Love,
Hermione


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Severus peered over her shoulder and glanced at the note. \"Love?\" he commented on her closing.


She peered over her shoulder back at him. \"Yes. I love them as friends and friends only. I love you as a friend and a lover.\"


He gave her a sly smile that could have been mistaken for a smirk.


\"Ready?\"


She nodded.


\"Right then, hold on tight. I have wards up, and the only way in is with you holding on to me. I have the place keyed to Albus and me.\"


Hermione sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her head into his chest.


\"Do I need to use my wand?\" she asked.


\"No, I can take both of us,\" he said simply.


Hermione was impressed, as Apparating two at a time was very difficult. One had to be certified at a Merlin level to do it.


With his lover clutched to his side, Severus swished his wand to unlock the door. The two of them Disapparated from Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.


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Downstairs in the kitchen, Minerva was squinting to see straight enough to aim her sickle before bouncing it into the shot glass. Albus glanced over his drinking partner\'s shoulder and noted some movement on the clock on the wall.


The hand for Severus had just moved from \"visiting\" to \"traveling\" to \"home.\" At the same time, Hermione\'s moved from \"home\" to \"traveling\" to \"home.\"


\"And jush wha\'dar you looking so smug about, Albush?\" Minerva asked with a challenging slur. \"I know I can shtill drink you under the table any day.\"


His eyes went from the clock to the Transfiguration Professor\'s bleary eyes. \"Nothing, my dear. Just thinking about some friends of mine.\"


He had wondered if Severus and Hermione would ever get around to realizing that they were a perfect match. It pleased him that it didn\'t take too long after she graduated for them to both figure it out.


Albus was still mostly sober, and he wondered if Minerva was losing on purpose.


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A/N: Alright, this is where it starts getting carried away and the plot runs loose. I guess I\'ll have to buy a stronger leash next time I write.