The First Summer and Summer Series

Before going to breakfast that morning, they had a few spells to be performed. Hermione cleaned up the telltale stains on the sheets and Severus performed the rather more complicated charm that would prevent her from conceiving.
Waving his wand in front of her belly, he said sardonically, “As much as I would like you to he mhe mother of my children, I don’t want your career wasted.”
“Would you ever really want to have children?” she asked.
Severus gave a snort, “Can you see me as a father? Besides, I tend to think of children as human larvae. I find them revolting.”
Hermione protested, “But you teach!”
“And I find it extremely tedious with brief intervals of irritation. Teaching is a necessity, not a pleasure.” Seeing her look of confusion he added, “Dearest Hermione, maybe one day I’ll explain it but not now. Let’s go have breakfast.”
It was so different, seeing him at breakfast, Hermione thought. They shared a table on the restaurant patio. Severus was reclining back in his chair looking more at ease than she had ever seen him. She gazed at him, smiling, knowing exactly how good he looked naked. She knew the small hollow at the base of his neck and the mole on his lower right abdomen. She had also seen the Dark Mark, pale now, on his left arm. That had made her shiver.
He was back in muggle clothes again, the white trousers and pink shirt and he had added sunglasses. She didn’t know why it bothered her to see him dressed like this but it did.
“I can’t get used to seeing you in muggle clothes,” she commented.
He pushed up the sunglasses, revealing his black eyes, “Somehow I don’t think my wizard robes would fit in here. However, I‘ll put them on for you later in the bedroom if it helps.”
Hermione laughed and picked up a mango. It didn’t bother Severus to watch her licking and sucking the fruit anymore. He was rather hoping she might be interested in licking and sucking something else later in the day, but not now. Oh god, not now. What he really needed was a nice long nap. Having a young lover was going to be quite a strain on his body. He was less than enthusiastic when she suggested snorkeling.
“I thought you said you knew how to swim?” Hermione remarked as the waiter refilled their coffee cups.
Severus glared, “I do know how to swim. But in case you hadn’t noticed Miss Granger, you kept me up shagging you most of the night.”
The waiter slopped coffee over the table, then, with an embarrassed glance at Severus, hurried away.
Hermione giggled, “That was naughty of you! Now that waiter thinks I’m a little nympho.”
“Hardly,” Severus commented, “He thinks I’m a dirty old man and you’re young enough to be my daughter. And he’s right. At least on the last part.”

Despite his protests, Hermione did persuade Severus into the water. He had never used a fins and a snorkel before and it was fun showing him how it was done. When he had gotten the hang of it they paddled out into the bay, holding hands and exploring the ocean ecosystem. He was not a particularly good swimmer and it amused Hermione to be able to tickle him or pinch his bottom then outstrip him in a few strokes. Severus got tired of it very qly aly and retired to the shade of a palm while Hermione finished exploring on her own.
As she left the water she looked at him stretched out dozing and thought about how just a month before he was laying in the infirmary recovering from pneumonia. What if he had never recovered? What if she had never discovered what a wonderful person he really was? She knelt beside him quietly and began kissing his bare belly. Severus made a deep appreciative noise in his throat and reached up to stroke her wet hair. She leaned on his chest and looked down into his face. His eyes were still closed, though she knew he was awake. His hair was damp and slicked back away from his temples. She let her finger trace down his nose and over his lips. He caught her finger in his mouth and sucked it gently.
Hermione snuggled next to him on the blanket, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt his hand reach up to her neck and then lovingly caress down to her breast. He slid his finger under the edge of the bikini top, hunting and searching until he found her nipple, already erect from the swim. He flicked his fingertip back and forth across it, drawing it up to new heights. Meanwhile, as she looked down at Severus’ bathing suit she noticed her nipple wasn’t the only thing that was erect.
She slid her hand down his chest, down his stomach and under the edge of the cloth.
“Not here, Hermione,” Severus said as she wrapped her fingers around the swelling flesh.
“Why?” she asked cheekily.
Severus opened one eye and replied, “Because there might be people watching. Let’s go somewhere more private.”
“Come on, then,” Hermione urged, bouncing to her feet.
Severus groaned and rose to his feet. He followed her on a twisted path through the rocks away from the hotel.
“I thought we were going back to the hotel room,” he observed.
“You thought wrong. Di I t I tell you I know this island?”

After about five minutes, Severus found that Hermione had led them into a small sheltered fissure in the rocks. The floor was sand and there was sky overhead, but they weren’t overlooked by the resort.
“Now!” she said, spreading out the blanket and kneeling down. Severus looked down at her, kneeling at his feet. He wondered what she would do if he offered her the opportunity. He slid his swimming trunks over his erection and down hiss bus but he remained standing. Hermione looked up at him, a mischievous look in her eyes. She knew what he was asking for.
Leaning forward, she began by gently kissing his proud capped tip. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and savoured the salty flavour of him. She licked the underside, causing him to suck in his breath with pleasure. She reached behind him and smoothed her hands all over his bottom as she took deeper and deeper kisses, letting her lips caress the engorged flesh, dragging her lower lip over the sensitive spot under the crown.
“That’s it,” he murmured, “Just like that.”
Abruptly she sucked him into her mouth, tasting rich musk. Severus began making small impatient movements. He wanted her to take him all, every inch. She tried, gallantly, but he was simply too long to fit in her mouth and she was too inexperienced to allow him into her throat. He had to be content with her combined lig ang and stroking. That was fine with him, he intended to finish inside her later anyway.
After a while, Severus decided Hermione needed to be similarly rewarded. He pulled himself from her mouth and knelt down, pushing her back onto the blanket. It took little time for the bikini to be shed. He lay on his stomach, head between her thighs, hoisting one leg over each shoulder, then buried his lips and tongue into her cleft. Hermione gasped. She never knew anything could feel as good as Severus licking and sucking her clitoris. He slid a finger into her for more stimulation while he sucked, then two fingers. She was gasping now, his tongue never stopped moving. Sometimes he nipped at the little bud with his teeth. Her bottom was completely off the blanket now as she arched higher and higher.
Hermione could stand no more. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the warmth that was building between her legs. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him tighter into her heat. Severus increased the thrusting of his fingers and the darting of his tongue. She could feel it coming, as powerful as death. Hermione bucked against his face, crying out in pleasure over and over again wishing it would go on forever.
When her last shudder died away, Severus grabbed her roughly and turned her over. He pulled her up on her knees and thrust deeply into her from behind. He fucked her lustily. Her firm bottom bounced off his lower stomach with satisfying smacks. She felt him come hard, then collapse, pulling her down on the blanket with him.
“I hope that wasn’t too rough for you?” he asked apprehensively.
“No ,” she answered, “But why didn’t you come in my mouth before?”
Severus chuckled. “Most women wouldn’t want that you know.”
“I do,” she replied honestly. “I want everything with you. Teach me.”
He shook his head, “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do!” Hermione insisted. “Ever since that kiss at the dance. Gods! I never wanted a man so much!”
Severus smiled at her, “Did you know I almost threw you into the bushes to ravish you that night?”
“You would have had to make room,” Hermione said, “Draco was in there bonking Pansy Parkinson. They came out after you left.”
Severus’ head snapped up. “Did they see us?”
“Of course, and spread it all over school by the next morning. None of the Gryffindors would talk to me.”
“Why?” Severus asked.
Hermione paused. She didn’t quite know how to say it without possibly upsetting him. “Well, you know you’re not exactly the most popular teacher at Hogwarts? The Gryffs rather view it as sleeping with the enemy. They think I betrayed them. To be honest it was a relief to get away from there.”
Severus kissed her and gave her a quick squeeze. She could taste herself on his lips.
“I’m sorry.” he said.
“Don’t be. It’s their own narrow attitudes.”
“Draco and Pansy,” Severus mused, “Neither of them particularly good students. I hate to think what their offspring would be like. With my luck I’ll still be teaching potions when their child is old enough to come to Hogwarts.”

The pair bathed in the sea to remove the traces of the morning’s activities. Then they went back up to the hotel. Severus pleaded exhaustion and tried to escape to his own room for a few hours but Hermione would have none of it.
“I’ll just snuggle into you quietly while you have your siesta,” she promised.
“I know what that means,” Severus complained.
Hermione giggled, “Honestly, I’ll let you sleep this time.” And she was true to her word. She lay as still as she could, listening to his breathing, feeling his warmth and feeling... was it love? She wasn’t sure. But she knew that this relationship was the start of one of the most special things she had ever experienced.
There were some things that were going to be hard. He was older and slightly reclusive. She loved to get out and travel. She wondered whether Ron and Harry would ever speak to her again. She hoped so. Maybe if they just got to know Severus... But Hermione couldn’t fool herself. She would have to keep her Gryffindor and Snape worlds separate. It made her sigh. And she didn’t even want to think about the time when she’d have to leave for the university and he’d be going back to Hogwarts.
Severus turned in his sleep. She gathered him up and held him, stroking his hair. Odd, she used to think it was greasy and unkempt but now she knew that was just the way it appeared. It separated naturally. He wasn’t vain enough to try and make it look any different. She thought of Lockhart’s hair curlers and smirked. She loved how Severus was, a pure man, nothing artificial or pretentious. Even his wand that was on the bedside table was like him. Dark and plain, yet she knew it was far more powerful than her own. She didn’t even want to think of some of the spells that wand might have performed during its lifetime any more than she wanted to think about Severus having been a Death eater.
His eyelids fluttered.
“Still here Miss Granger?” he grinned.
She nodded, “Still here Professor Snape.”

Over dinner that night Severus brought up the subject of moving on to a new place.
“I must admit,” Severus said, “I wouldn’t mind shedding these muggle clothes. They’re uncomfortable.”
“I haven’t noticed you wearing them that much.”
He gave her one of his contemptuous looks and continued, “The only problem with traveling in our world is that we should probably avoid places where we’ll run into people we know.”
“Are you embarrassed of me?” she asked.
“Of course not. However, it might raise a few eyebrows if, so soon after graduating with top marks, you suddenly appear on the arm of your former professor. People will jump to the wrong conclusion. It wouldn‘t do my reputation as a master much good either.” Severus looked at her crestfallen face. “I’m not saying we have to lurk around and be ashamed of our relationship Hermione. I’m just saying it would be prudent to remain low key and not flaunt it. You do see?”
He reached across the table and ran his finger down her cheek.
“I know what you’d enjoy,” he continued. “Seeing as you‘ll be studying anthropology. Have you ever been to Karnipolia?”
“I’ve never even heard of it! Where is it?”
“A small Mediterranean island off North Africa. It was an ancient wizarding settlement that’s still being excavated. Not too many people go there. A few students and academics and the occasional tourist. If you like your muggle ruins on this island you should see Karnipolia.”
Hermione agreed. “Let’s go tomorrow.”