Hermione's New World

Chapter 3: Here be some smut!!!

Thanks to those who reviewed my first chapter...I kept trying to think how to respond without giving things away...and not be influenced one way or another. Hope you still like it...please r/r!

At Hogwarts:

Severus paced his chambers, eagerly counting the hours down to when Hermione would arrive early to school for her meeting with Dumbledore and the staff in her role as Head Girl.

He also knew that Dumbledore expected the truth to be told to Hermione. He wasn’t sure how she would take it. Sure, she knew his role as a deatheater. Yet she also new he wanted to desperately give it up soon after joining, yet Dumbledore made him become a spy.

He also wanted to know, yet dreaded to ask, if her mother told her anything about that night. He knew he had been too concerned for the woman’s safety to correctly obliviate her memory. Or had the spell been complete after all? He had no idea, nor any idea if Mrs. Granger told Hermione. The thought was driving him mad.

And then there was another thought hidden beneath…why had he been so desperate, even risking his own life, to save the woman? To even try and impregnate her? That thought alone drove him to a desperate act. He quickly fled the castle and made his way to Hogsmeade, and to the door of a familiar.

The Burrow

Meanwhile, the Weasleys along with Harry in tow, had rejoined and returned as one large group to the Burrow. Business with the order was on hold, as Severus and another spy had reported that the next attack wasn’t planned until after school began. The twins joined Harry and Ron for some evening Quidditch. Bill was hanging out in the garden with his parents, drinking lemonade (not spiked, for now…) and they were waiting for Charlie to arrive the next morning. Ginny was visiting the house of a girlfriend from her own year and was expected home tomorrow as well.

While Harry had been only slightly irritated in Hermione’s sudden lack of letters, Ron was downright mad.

“She could have the least bit of decency to take her nose out of her blasted books for two seconds..no, make that two minutes the way she writes… and respond to our last letter!” He wailed as he and Harry went to fetch their brooms.

“YOUR last letter, you mean…Hermione made it perfectly clear she was busy doing something for the Order, or did you forget?” He paused to pick up Ron’s broom and then handed it to his red-haired friend. Picking up his own, he continued. “Sure, we’ll give her a hard time when she comes, but not much, okay? This is a big year coming up…”

“Yeah, yeah…your beginning to sound just like her. ‘Ron, this is NEWTs year…you should be studying more…blah blah blah.’ She’s a bloody nightmare, I tell you!”

Harry snickered. “Yeah, you’ve said that one a hundred times, at least. Now come off it, I want to play some Quidditch.”

Cambridge

The final two weeks before school began flew by for Hermione. She and Regan spent almost every minute together. The days would be spent mostly in the library at the university, the evenings in her apartment talking and making love until the wee hours of the morning.

The first time had been very special (as had the countless others, of course). After discarding her clothes as well as his own, Regan had begun to place soft, slow kisses down her neck. The kisses grew more heated as they descended down her body, first covering her breasts, her stomach, and then into her womanhood. Hermione was in ecstasy, her head threw back as his tongue first touched that sensitive spot.

No one had ever made her feel so sensitive upon their first touch. Her first experience had been with Victor Krum, but it was awkward and over before she knew it. Next came her muggle boyfriend the summer before the sixth year. That had been just a fling, and both of them knew it. It had been fun, but nothing more. And last she she’d had a brief fling with a Ravenclaw boy.

Somehow this stranger gave her all she had hoped for and more…

Her attentions returned to her new lover. His ministrations were making her come now and she was breathing rapidly, his name coming out as a moan from her lips.

“Regan” watched her face as her orgasm hit her, and quickly drew his body to cover hers. He waited until she looked at him from her lust filled eyes, and then entered her.

Slowly at first, enough to having her moaning more, his own cries for her coming from his lips within a few strokes. She was tight and oh, so wet. He continued pumping into her, his hands finding hers and interlacing their fingers. He nuzzled her neck, teasing the sensitive area below the ear with his lips.

Her legs wrapped around his lower back for deeper access as she cried out for more. He pounded into her until it seemed as though time had stopped for them. Soon he was crying out her name…or what he thought her name was…as her second orgasm brought him to his own. His release combined with hers and flooded to the sheets.

Regan gently pulled Hermione to the other side of the bed…away from that notorious “wet spot”…and drew her into a passionate kiss. At that moment both of them knew what their feelings were turning into.

The lovemaking only grew stronger over the next few weeks, and was accompanied by experimentation throughout Hermione’s campus apartment – and on a few occasions other select locations nearby.

Three days before the dreaded day of each’s departure, they had THE conversation: the one of what their new relationship might be. The exchanges of love had already occurred during the first week.

“I don’t know…I mean, I just don’t know when I’ll be back.” Hermione whispered. “I mean, school is so far away, I’m not sure if I will be able to come home for breaks.” She couldn’t tell him about the world of magic, the war, or the Order.

Regan took her hands into his own. “And I know nothing of my assignment. It will likely take months.”

“Perhaps we could try…I don’t know, some sort of promise? I mean, perhaps say that by June 1st we’ll try our best to return to some special place, and if either of us cannot make it…”

“We’ll somehow send word.”

“Exactly!”

“Can’t we try sooner? I mean, what if we both are able to make it back sooner?”

“Hmm…you have a point.” Hermione pondered a moment. “Christmas Eve?”

He nodded, then took her hands and kissed her fingertips. The deal was made. Christmas Eve and June 1st. Two chances. Hermione thought wryly of the film classic – one of her favorites – An Affair to Remember. Hopefully she would return to his arms without major injury!

During their last night together the two continued to make love until their departure. No goodbyes were said, only words of promise until “next time”.

At the final moment “Regan” turned once more to face his love and said “I love you. We WILL be together again.” Hermione kissed him on the lips one last time before closing the door. She leaned her back against the door, unable to move. If she did, she was certain she would want to watch him from the kitchen window until he was no longer in site. And that would do no good…she just might run after him. No, she had to go…tonight she was going to Hogwarts, where Dumbledore had sent her a message to come for a meeting. From there she would spend her last few days before school with her friends.

Regan sighed as he heard the door close behind him. He couldn’t bear to just walk away, he just might go running back, banging on the door until she opened it before throwing his arms around her and begging her to go with him. But no, he couldn’t do that. So he took the quickest way out. He apparated to his next destination: The Burrow.

Later that day Hermione apparated herself to Hogsmeade. Since her Witch age was over 18, she had received her permit and could apparate to a number of destinations. She walked to Hogwarts, since it was a beautiful night and she had Harry’s invisibility cloak with her. Her belongings had already been sent ahead, so she was carefree and enjoyed the solitude the early evening gave her.

She thought about Harry and Ron, and how they were most likely at the Burrow by now. She herself would be joining them in a day or two until school began. But first, she had to meet Dumbledore at the Hogwarts staff to discuss her newly appointed Head Girl duties. He had vaguely mentioned her meeting with some of the staff, she assumed he meant her mentor and favorite teacher Minerva McGonnagal. She assumed the others might be the head of houses, but she wasn’t sure.

She paused as she reached the entrance to the castle, and suddenly realized who was standing before her…it was Professor Snape!