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3: New Light
In A Lifetime
Chapter 3: New Light
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
Hermione and Severus slipped back into the party and sought out Albus Dumbledore, who was ensconced in conversation wMineMinerva. Albus took one look at the expressions on the faces of his potions master and mediwitch intern and excused himself, beckoning for the pair to follow him to his office.
“What is it?” he asked, not even bothering to sit down or offer his visitors a lemon drop.
“We were working on the final testing of the C-factor potion when we came across an interesting blood sample from St Mungo’s,” began Severus, “the sample was identical to one I have had in stasis for over 10 years.”
Albus stared at Severus, an expression of disbelief flitting over his face. In his heart, he knew what Severus and Hermione had to tell him. He knew who the sample belonged to. He let them continue.
“After we exhausted all manner of testing and still found the samples to be identical, I spoke with a colleague at St Mungo’s. He did a little research for me and this is what he discovered about the subject at hand,” said Hermione, handing over the parchment, “we knew we had to tell you immediately, sir.”
Albus took the parchment, slowly unrolled it, and read the words. He shook his head and re-read the description again.
“It would seem that there’s an Order member out there who needs to come home,” he stated simply.
“Problem is,” said Hermione, “he appears to be a sporadic outpatient. No telling when he’ll show up again.”
“We’ll just have to be ready,” said Albus.
“What do you intend to do, Albus,” asked Severus, “stake out St Mungo’s?”
“I had rather considered that thought,” answered Albus.
“But sir, it appears he has no memory of who he is. We can’t just walk up to him and tell him to come home,” protested Hermione.
“And if the potion works the way it has tested to work, we can’t even bring a leash and muzzle,” commented Severus, earning a glare from Hermione.
“I will call the Order together tomorrow at headquarters and we will work out a way to stake out St Mungo’s,” said Albus, “and yes, we will take care not to frighten him away. And no, we will not bring a leash and muzzle. Is there anything else or are you headed back to the party?”
“I’ve made my required appearance,” said Severus, “I’m going to my quarters to relax with a brandy and a good book.”
“Hermione?”
“A book and a cuppa will do me right, Albus.”
“Very well, have a good night, and I will see you both at Grimmauld Place at 6:00 pm tomorrow. I will have Poppy give the 6:00 rounds to Ginny. We will bring her into it after we find Remus. Until then, let’s keep this mum.”
Hermione and Severus nodded as they exited Albus’ office. Hermione cast a sidelong glance at Severus, who casually looked her way.
“A book and a cuppa?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I couldn’t very well say ‘gee Albus, I don’t think I’ll go back to the party because your Potions Master was playing with my nipples earlier and all I want to do is get naked so he can get back t and and we can spend the rest of the night shagging like bunnies in the springtime’ now, could I?”
“No, I imagine that would not have gone over very well.”
Hermione smiled slyly at Severus. He returned her smile and casually brushed his hand over her back. They reached the staircase where Hermione stopped.
“I have to do a quick round, then I’ll meet you in your quarters?”
“I should do my regular rounds as well. I’m sure there are students up to no good who need points removed.”
“I would imagine there are, what with the staff all at Ginny’s party,” agreed Hermione, “I swear, I can almost hear you chortling with glee over that prospect.”
“It does set my black heart aflutter,” he admitted with a mock scowl.
Hermione chuckled and shook her head. She loved the playful side of Severus. It was a side few had the honor of seeing, but it was the side of him Hermione saw most often. The scowling, glaring, and glowering was a defense mechanism to keep the world at bay. Hermione knew that, though she would never dream of mentioning that to Severus. For all his heroics and strength, inside, he was looking for what everyone wanted, acceptance and unconditional love. She doubted he’d had that in his youth. He rarely spoke of his family and Hermione never pushed. She knew there was abuse. She knew his mother was still alive and in St Mungo’s. That was his world, and regardless of her place in his life, his family was something she had no right to interfere in, nor would she. Hermione had decided months ago that she wanted Severus Snape, good and bad. He looked around the center hall, and seeing no one, quickly bent his head to brush his lips over Hermione’s. Without a word, he stalked off toward Hufflepuff leaving Hermione stunned by his somewhat public display of affection. Still, she had no doubt that this was the same man who would blast Valentine’s decorations with his wand come February. He was difficult, yes, but so was she.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and made her way to the hospital wing to do her rounds. All was fairly quiet, she had to administer another dose of skele-gro to a fourth year who met with a misfortunate charm not unlike the one that Lockhart used on Harry in their second year. She made the proper notations in the charts and headed to her quarters to change.
Severus caught two Hufflepuffs attempting to tryst in the back corridor and relieved them of 20 points. It should have been more, he thought. But his mind was on other things, primarily on a certain luscious Gryffindor intern. She really did have the most enticing breasts, with their perfect sized nipples that got hard with the slightest touch. And her slightly rounded belly, leading to her neatly trimmed…, Severus shook his head. He abandoned the rest of his rounds and headed for the dungeons. He was getting aroused just by thinking of Hermione. It wouldn’t do to run into some wayward first years with a raging erection. As he took down the wards to his quarters and entered, Hermione stepped out of his fireplace, having used the floo to avoid being seen entering his chambers. He drew a breath, she was like a goddess. Hermione was dressed in a white satin nightgown, her hair loose and flowing in waves down her back and shoulders. He could smell her scent, grass and gardenia. She smiled at him and slowly approached him.
“This is so much nicer than a party, isn’t it?” she asked, standing on her toes to kiss him, “Just a private little party for two.”
Severus smiled and pulled her closer to him, “This is much nicer. You feel like home to me, Hermione.”
“You are home to me, Severus,” she whispered, capturing his lips in a deeper kiss before moving away and pouring them both a snifter of brandy.
“No tea for you?” queried Severus.
“Something about brandy seems to work tonight,” she responded with a sultry grin.
Hermione handed Severus a snifter of brandy and led him to the sofa. She placed her glass on the table and slipped to the floor in front of Severus, carefully removing his boots and socks, then moving her hands up his legs, she brushed his semi erect penis before sitting down next to him.
“Hmm,” she said, brushing her hand against his penis again, “already hard?”
“I was thinking about you in the corridors,” he admitted. Hermione smiled.
“Thinking what?”
“How beautiful you are. How you have the most responsive nipples,” he circled a finger over one nipple, watching it immediately rise to attention.
“The one sure way to get my attention is to play with them,” agreed Hermione, “an area that was sorely lacking before you came into the picture.”
Severus circled the other nipple, watching in awe at the way it hardened quickly into a stiff peak against the satin of her nightgown. He gently rubbed, feeling it tighten and harden further. Hermione moaned as he took the peak between his fingers and pinched and rolled it.
“Gods Severus, they love that.”
“Are they getting achy, my love?” he asked, not removing his eyes from her breasts.
“They’re so hard they hurt,” admitted Hermione.
Severus slipped her gown off her shoulders and past her breasts. He allowed his fingers to trail over her bare skin, pinching her nipples. He bent his head down to kiss her lips, quickly slipping down her throat. She tangled her fingers in his hair and urged his head down to her breasts. With a chuckle against her smooth skin, he licked each nipple in turn, causing her to moan louder. Following her unspoken wishes, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled at it, his hands pushing her gown down over her hips and down her legs. Hermione groaned with pleasure as his fingers toyed with her damp folds. She wanted this man in every way possible. She urged hiad dad down further, he kissed her belly and ran his tongue through her slightly wiry curls. Slipping to the floor in front of her, he opened her up and licked and sucked her until she begged for mercy.
“God, Severus, please…” was all she could get out as his tongue teased her clit, alternately sucking and licking it. Severus loved the way she tasted, like sea and rainwater combined. He felt her tense up and pull his head closer to her. With an earthy moan, shee, ae, allowing Severus more of her juices to taste. It wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her, “Severus, please…fuck me,” she said, throwing all propriety to the winds.
Severus smiled as he stood up, picking her limp body up in his arms and bringing her into his bedroom. He placed her on the bed, kissing her fully before stripping off his clothing. Hermione watched him through heavily lidded eyes. He was beautiful. Like a dark god of the underworld. She held out her arms and he slipped into them, his cock slipping inside her at the same time. With a groan, he pulled out and slowly pushed it back inside her, feeling her walls contract around him. He never got tired of feeling how perfectly he fit inside her. He began a slow thrust, following Hermione’s spoken and unspoken desires, increasing his speed and force when she urged him to. There was no need for words, they each knew the other instinctively. Each time was different, yet each time was the same, completely fulfilling coupling, leaving them exhausted afterward. With a cry, they came together, Severus kissing her deeply as he spilled his seed into her.
“I love you,” they said in unison as they held each other tightly.
Chapter 3: New Light
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
Hermione and Severus slipped back into the party and sought out Albus Dumbledore, who was ensconced in conversation wMineMinerva. Albus took one look at the expressions on the faces of his potions master and mediwitch intern and excused himself, beckoning for the pair to follow him to his office.
“What is it?” he asked, not even bothering to sit down or offer his visitors a lemon drop.
“We were working on the final testing of the C-factor potion when we came across an interesting blood sample from St Mungo’s,” began Severus, “the sample was identical to one I have had in stasis for over 10 years.”
Albus stared at Severus, an expression of disbelief flitting over his face. In his heart, he knew what Severus and Hermione had to tell him. He knew who the sample belonged to. He let them continue.
“After we exhausted all manner of testing and still found the samples to be identical, I spoke with a colleague at St Mungo’s. He did a little research for me and this is what he discovered about the subject at hand,” said Hermione, handing over the parchment, “we knew we had to tell you immediately, sir.”
Albus took the parchment, slowly unrolled it, and read the words. He shook his head and re-read the description again.
“It would seem that there’s an Order member out there who needs to come home,” he stated simply.
“Problem is,” said Hermione, “he appears to be a sporadic outpatient. No telling when he’ll show up again.”
“We’ll just have to be ready,” said Albus.
“What do you intend to do, Albus,” asked Severus, “stake out St Mungo’s?”
“I had rather considered that thought,” answered Albus.
“But sir, it appears he has no memory of who he is. We can’t just walk up to him and tell him to come home,” protested Hermione.
“And if the potion works the way it has tested to work, we can’t even bring a leash and muzzle,” commented Severus, earning a glare from Hermione.
“I will call the Order together tomorrow at headquarters and we will work out a way to stake out St Mungo’s,” said Albus, “and yes, we will take care not to frighten him away. And no, we will not bring a leash and muzzle. Is there anything else or are you headed back to the party?”
“I’ve made my required appearance,” said Severus, “I’m going to my quarters to relax with a brandy and a good book.”
“Hermione?”
“A book and a cuppa will do me right, Albus.”
“Very well, have a good night, and I will see you both at Grimmauld Place at 6:00 pm tomorrow. I will have Poppy give the 6:00 rounds to Ginny. We will bring her into it after we find Remus. Until then, let’s keep this mum.”
Hermione and Severus nodded as they exited Albus’ office. Hermione cast a sidelong glance at Severus, who casually looked her way.
“A book and a cuppa?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I couldn’t very well say ‘gee Albus, I don’t think I’ll go back to the party because your Potions Master was playing with my nipples earlier and all I want to do is get naked so he can get back t and and we can spend the rest of the night shagging like bunnies in the springtime’ now, could I?”
“No, I imagine that would not have gone over very well.”
Hermione smiled slyly at Severus. He returned her smile and casually brushed his hand over her back. They reached the staircase where Hermione stopped.
“I have to do a quick round, then I’ll meet you in your quarters?”
“I should do my regular rounds as well. I’m sure there are students up to no good who need points removed.”
“I would imagine there are, what with the staff all at Ginny’s party,” agreed Hermione, “I swear, I can almost hear you chortling with glee over that prospect.”
“It does set my black heart aflutter,” he admitted with a mock scowl.
Hermione chuckled and shook her head. She loved the playful side of Severus. It was a side few had the honor of seeing, but it was the side of him Hermione saw most often. The scowling, glaring, and glowering was a defense mechanism to keep the world at bay. Hermione knew that, though she would never dream of mentioning that to Severus. For all his heroics and strength, inside, he was looking for what everyone wanted, acceptance and unconditional love. She doubted he’d had that in his youth. He rarely spoke of his family and Hermione never pushed. She knew there was abuse. She knew his mother was still alive and in St Mungo’s. That was his world, and regardless of her place in his life, his family was something she had no right to interfere in, nor would she. Hermione had decided months ago that she wanted Severus Snape, good and bad. He looked around the center hall, and seeing no one, quickly bent his head to brush his lips over Hermione’s. Without a word, he stalked off toward Hufflepuff leaving Hermione stunned by his somewhat public display of affection. Still, she had no doubt that this was the same man who would blast Valentine’s decorations with his wand come February. He was difficult, yes, but so was she.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and made her way to the hospital wing to do her rounds. All was fairly quiet, she had to administer another dose of skele-gro to a fourth year who met with a misfortunate charm not unlike the one that Lockhart used on Harry in their second year. She made the proper notations in the charts and headed to her quarters to change.
Severus caught two Hufflepuffs attempting to tryst in the back corridor and relieved them of 20 points. It should have been more, he thought. But his mind was on other things, primarily on a certain luscious Gryffindor intern. She really did have the most enticing breasts, with their perfect sized nipples that got hard with the slightest touch. And her slightly rounded belly, leading to her neatly trimmed…, Severus shook his head. He abandoned the rest of his rounds and headed for the dungeons. He was getting aroused just by thinking of Hermione. It wouldn’t do to run into some wayward first years with a raging erection. As he took down the wards to his quarters and entered, Hermione stepped out of his fireplace, having used the floo to avoid being seen entering his chambers. He drew a breath, she was like a goddess. Hermione was dressed in a white satin nightgown, her hair loose and flowing in waves down her back and shoulders. He could smell her scent, grass and gardenia. She smiled at him and slowly approached him.
“This is so much nicer than a party, isn’t it?” she asked, standing on her toes to kiss him, “Just a private little party for two.”
Severus smiled and pulled her closer to him, “This is much nicer. You feel like home to me, Hermione.”
“You are home to me, Severus,” she whispered, capturing his lips in a deeper kiss before moving away and pouring them both a snifter of brandy.
“No tea for you?” queried Severus.
“Something about brandy seems to work tonight,” she responded with a sultry grin.
Hermione handed Severus a snifter of brandy and led him to the sofa. She placed her glass on the table and slipped to the floor in front of Severus, carefully removing his boots and socks, then moving her hands up his legs, she brushed his semi erect penis before sitting down next to him.
“Hmm,” she said, brushing her hand against his penis again, “already hard?”
“I was thinking about you in the corridors,” he admitted. Hermione smiled.
“Thinking what?”
“How beautiful you are. How you have the most responsive nipples,” he circled a finger over one nipple, watching it immediately rise to attention.
“The one sure way to get my attention is to play with them,” agreed Hermione, “an area that was sorely lacking before you came into the picture.”
Severus circled the other nipple, watching in awe at the way it hardened quickly into a stiff peak against the satin of her nightgown. He gently rubbed, feeling it tighten and harden further. Hermione moaned as he took the peak between his fingers and pinched and rolled it.
“Gods Severus, they love that.”
“Are they getting achy, my love?” he asked, not removing his eyes from her breasts.
“They’re so hard they hurt,” admitted Hermione.
Severus slipped her gown off her shoulders and past her breasts. He allowed his fingers to trail over her bare skin, pinching her nipples. He bent his head down to kiss her lips, quickly slipping down her throat. She tangled her fingers in his hair and urged his head down to her breasts. With a chuckle against her smooth skin, he licked each nipple in turn, causing her to moan louder. Following her unspoken wishes, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled at it, his hands pushing her gown down over her hips and down her legs. Hermione groaned with pleasure as his fingers toyed with her damp folds. She wanted this man in every way possible. She urged hiad dad down further, he kissed her belly and ran his tongue through her slightly wiry curls. Slipping to the floor in front of her, he opened her up and licked and sucked her until she begged for mercy.
“God, Severus, please…” was all she could get out as his tongue teased her clit, alternately sucking and licking it. Severus loved the way she tasted, like sea and rainwater combined. He felt her tense up and pull his head closer to her. With an earthy moan, shee, ae, allowing Severus more of her juices to taste. It wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her, “Severus, please…fuck me,” she said, throwing all propriety to the winds.
Severus smiled as he stood up, picking her limp body up in his arms and bringing her into his bedroom. He placed her on the bed, kissing her fully before stripping off his clothing. Hermione watched him through heavily lidded eyes. He was beautiful. Like a dark god of the underworld. She held out her arms and he slipped into them, his cock slipping inside her at the same time. With a groan, he pulled out and slowly pushed it back inside her, feeling her walls contract around him. He never got tired of feeling how perfectly he fit inside her. He began a slow thrust, following Hermione’s spoken and unspoken desires, increasing his speed and force when she urged him to. There was no need for words, they each knew the other instinctively. Each time was different, yet each time was the same, completely fulfilling coupling, leaving them exhausted afterward. With a cry, they came together, Severus kissing her deeply as he spilled his seed into her.
“I love you,” they said in unison as they held each other tightly.