A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 3 ~ Reconnecting

Hermione could just make out the billow of Severus’ robes as the wizard strode ahead of her to a seemingly blank wall in the makeshift ballroom. The Potions Master pressed the wall and a door opened and he passed through. Hermione followed, entering the hallway of Grimauld Place. The Potions Master stood there, his black eyes intense. When Hermione closed the door behind her, he placed several powerful wards on the entrance, then strode toward the witch, wrapping his arms around her and backing her against the door, pressing his body against hers. He cast a silencing spell around them and dropped his wand to the floor.

“I’ve missed you witch,” he hissed, covering her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands sliding over her body hungrily as he moved against her. He lifted her, his mouth falling to her throat, licking and sucking as he pressed his erection between her legs, Hermione gasping from the ardor of his attack.

Severus ran his hands down her thighs and began to lift her dress up around her hips, baring her legs.

“Severus…Severus wait,” Hermione hissed as the wizard slid against her, his breathing harsh.

“I can’t wait,” he breathed, capturing her mouth again as his long fingers slid between her thighs, shifting her knickers aside and stroking her pussy gently, Hermione letting out a groan of pleasure.

“Severus, we shouldn’t…not here,” she said, her body protesting her words as the Potions Master brought his hand to his mouth and tasted her, his nostrils flaring. He set Hermione down on the floor and began to unbutton his robes quickly, his dark eyes hot.

“I’ve waited more than a month for this, witch. A month for you, Hermione. All I could think about in my quiet moments was your kiss, your touch, your scent, the feel of you wrapped around me…I won’t wait any longer. I can’t,” he breathed passionately, his words igniting Hermione as if she were one huge torch.

“Oh gods, Severus,” she gasped as a gush of desire drenched her knickers. She couldn’t resist him when he was like this.

”Yessss,” he hissed, pulling his robes apart and going to work on his trousers, unfastening them and pulling them open.

The Potions Master pulled his trousers along with his boxers down, revealing his lean, muscular thighs, his long, thick cock springing out, the head purple, the pale shaft hard and pulsing. Hermione looked down at his organ, her eyes smoldering as he reached under her dress and pulled her knickers down. She stepped out of one side, the thin blue fabric hooked on one ankle as Severus, his dark eyes locked to her face, gathered the witch’s dress around her waist.

“It feels as if I’ve waited centuries to have you again,” he said to her softly as he lifted Hermione up against the door, hooking her knees over his arms so she was spread before him.

“Help me,” he breathed at her.

Hermione’s small hand reached between her legs and wrapped around his shaft. It was hot and throbbing against her palm, and another gush rolled out of the witch as she positioned the head of her lover’s cock against her entrance with a moan. A part of her knew this was wrong, so wrong, having sex in a hallway of Order Headquarters with crowds of people just on the other side of the door. But damn, it felt so right. She needed him.

Severus thrust into her with a grunt, his face contorting in pleasure as he buried himself once again inside her delicious body, Hermione keening as he parted her, the caress of his penetration filling her completely.

Severus held still for a moment as Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes soft as he rested his forehead against hers, panting slightly. After a moment, Severus whispered, “Comfort me, Hermione. Only you can bring me comfort.”

Severus locked his mouth to Hermione and kissed her deeply as he began to move rhythmically, stroking her hot, moist sleeve hungrily, the witch sliding up and down the wall as he possessed her, losing himself and for the moment…his memories in her acceptance, in her love. Hermione was whimpering as the Potions Master took her, her body rising and falling against the doorway as he thrust, his ardor taking him over.

Severus pulled away from her mouth and looked into her eyes for a moment, his own eyes dark and vulnerable, almost pleading.

“I need all of you,” he groaned burying his face in her hair and letting loose, driving into her almost brutally, Hermione’s body arching off the door as he fucked her with abandon, gasping, groaning and hissing his pleasure as he plunged and plundered the sweetness Hermione held for only him.

Hermione cried out from his power, her shrill voice washing over him, a siren’s song drawing him in. but there was no mast to be lashed to…no one to hold him back from the ocean of her being, and the wizard arched into her, whirling, plunging, bucking, his shirt beneath his robes sticking to his pale body from perspiration as he claimed what was his again.

He let out a little cry when Hermione’s body locked down on him, her pussy clutching and pulsing around his swollen member, her liquid fire gushing over him, wetting his loins as she orgasmed, calling out his name. The Potions Master pulled back from her hair, strands of it sticking to his face as he claimed her mouth again, his own release approaching.

Feeling himself about to explode, Severus pulled Hermione away from the door, not missing a stroke as the witch’s legs wrapped around him reflexively. Severus rammed his cock into her desperately, grimacing and trying to savor the last vestiges of her softness, her heat, her sweet surrender.

Suddenly he plunged over the brink, pleasure thrumming through him, a hot stream of pulsing bliss pouring into the witch, the wizard filling her with his own fire as he strained against her, groaning and shuddering, his mouth still locked to hers, their tongues still entwined in a deep, double kiss as they flowed together, then apart, hearts pounding, intoxicated by their connection and release.

Severus continued to hold Hermione against him, kissing her tenderly as he deflated inside the witch, loving the way she quaked against him as she returned to earth. What a beautiful, passionate young witch she was…and gods, how she accepted him. It was as if he held all the beauty in the world in his arms, and though he was spent, he was loathe to release her. It was only in her arms he could show his humanity, his frailty, his weaknesses. There was no place for such things in the real world. Hermione was his escape and his solace…the one person on earth who knew for certain he had feelings and emotions other than cruelty, malice and hatefulness.

And they were all for her.

Hermione held on to Severus, soothed and comforted by his continued kisses. She had never dreamed the cold, sarcastic Potions Master had so much passion, or the ability to be tender. When he took her the first time it was as if a floodgate had opened up in the wizard, at first he was near brutal, overcome with desire…but when he looked down and saw the blood…Severus realized she had never been with a man before and became gentle…almost loving, talking to her softly, apologizing even as he continued, his dark eyes filled with an emotion she had never seen in their depths before as he brought her to her first real release.

Then, for a week afterwards, he became cold and distant…barking instructions at her and looking as if he wanted to hex her constantly as they worked together in his lab. But Hermione was determined to finish out her time with him and earn her credits. Then one evening, when her work was completed and she tried to go…he stopped her and after a bit of hedging, confessed he wanted her for his lover. He didn’t say he loved her, but promised to be kind to her…as kind as was possible. The dark wizard didn’t give her a chance to tell him no, but overcame her with kisses and caresses, his silken voice and dark eyes working their magic, and she found herself in his bed, the wizard doing things to her body she never dreamed she’d allow any man to do with her blessing. Now…now she belonged to him, body and soul. And sometimes…it hurt to be so in love with him.

But not now. Not with him holding her as he was, his heart beating against her own, his lips soft against her mouth, the scent of their spent passion in the air. As separated as she felt from the wizard these past few weeks, once again he made her feel whole. Gods, she was so weak.

Severus gave Hermione a final kiss, withdrew from her body with a sigh and gently set her down. Then he bent and picked up his wand, scourgifying her then himself, before fixing his clothing as Hermione pulled on her knickers and lowered her dress. She looked up at him as he buttoned his robes. His dark eyes met hers.

“Do you want to stay at the party?” he asked her.

Hermione shook her head.

“No, I want to go home,” she replied, “and for you to come with me.”

Severus studied her for a moment. He still had to report to Dumbledore.

“You go on ahead. I have something I need to do, then I will come,” he said, scowling slightly at the pain in Hermione’s eyes as he replied.

The problem was Severus had given her this same answer numerous times before and never showed up. She waited for hours before falling into a restless sleep. He was sorry about that, but it couldn’t be helped. Other situations came up suddenly that had to be addressed. But he really planned to join her tonight.

“You’re lying to me again, Severus,” Hermione said softly, “It would be better to say you aren’t coming than to make me think you are and then not showing up.”

”I’m not lying to you, Hermione. I will be there…I promise,” he said.

Hermione’s eyes hardened.

“Don’t! Severus, don’t make me anymore promises,” she said, her voice catching. “I’m just going to go. If you come…you come. If you don’t…”

Hermione’s voice faded.

Severus sighed. He didn’t know how to fix this. All he knew was that when he went away, the most important thing he had to do when he returned was find Hermione and reclaim her, hoping she would feel the depth of his desire for her and continue to accept him. He didn’t want to keep secrets from her, but he had to. He didn’t want to hide his relationship with her either, but he had to do that also. If he was stronger, he would have left the witch alone, but Severus had found such solace and acceptance in Hermione…he was too selfish to release her and return to his lonely life.

”I will be there,” he said to the witch, who turned away from him and walked (a bit gap-legged) around the enclosed living room, which was its normal size from this vantage point, out of the foyer and into the night.

Severus watched her go. There was nothing he could do until he talked to Albus. He doubted Draco had yet made his report. More than likely he was aware Milana had performed tonight and tried to head her off before she got away. Milana was quite good at disappearing. The Potions Master was glad Hermione was not that way. Sometimes Draco had to search for weeks to find his witch. At least Hermione was predictable.

So far.

Severus cleared the wards from around the door, removed the silencing spell and opened it, walking through the partying guests in search of Albus. Once he was finished with him, he would go to Hermione’s flat and do his best to make the witch happy for the time he was with her.

As he walked through the dancing throng, the Potions Master looked around at the cheerful crowd. Everyone was so happy and exuberant. But they would be. Ignorance was bliss after all...

They all believed the war was over.

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A/N: Another shot that turned the rating to an NC-17 rating. I have to be honest here. I was compelled to write this chappie not by obsession…but by a little twinge of guilt. Just a little. I have a friend who reads my stories who said…she missed Severus. You all know I update daily when I write SS/HG and I was like awwwwww, let me write something so she doesn’t miss him so much. :) So T*, this one was for you, girl. As you all can see, this is a more emotional Severus, at least where Hermione is concerned. As for the plot…I can honestly say I have NO idea what is happening to take Draco and Severus away from their witches or to make them need them so badly when they return. But, since this isn’t being written the normal way, with daily updates, then I have time to think up something properly frightful and dangerous while I work on Emmet’s story.