Love's Strength

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Things move a little fast in this chapter.
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The game continued, questions being asked all around, no one had dared to ask Severus one as of yet but they all knew that one of the Warriors would, weather it was bravery or stupidity to drive them to do it no one would know for sure but the Warriors didn't seem stupid at all. In fact as the questions were asked-mostly to them they proved there intelect.

Hermione had eventually forgotten that she had been snuggling with her Potions Proffessor and had started to gently stroke his soft but musuclar stomach, he didn't stop her, instead kept a steely look on his face, finished his drink as the game went on.

"So...you can really be hit with the Killing Curse and not die?" Both Saoshann and Jordan nodded.

"It would hurt like hell though, we wouldn't be fighting with all our strength anymore." Jordan replied and Hermione was fasinated.

"But why are they still Forbidden where your from? If they don't really work like they were designed to?" Hermione asked.

"Because we have your kind living amoung us as our True Loves'. If they were allowed, any old enemies that our loves' might have had would be fair game. So we keep the International Magical Laws on top of our own." She smilied at the girl. "No wonder your the brightest witch of your age! You seem so hungry for knowledge."

Hermione blushed at the compliment. She heard a chuckle come from the person she had been petting stopped and froze. "Oh calm down Miss Granger, I haven't hurt you yet, why would I now?"

"Sorry Professor..." Hermione muttered and turned her face to look at a particularly interesting spot on the wall.

Behind her back Saoshann made movements trying to get him to reassure her, to which he snapped, "I don't know how!"

"Same way you would comfort me or Jordan," She replied as if it was like saying two plus two equals four.

Hermione felt herself being picked up and put into her proffesor's lap, a hand gently brought her to face him-she avoided his eyes finding his chest more interesting, her arms were crossed over her's when she felt blankets move around them.

"No one can hear us in here." Snape stated. she looked around and saw that even though it was blankets they were like a protective shell around them. He sighed.

Hermione was throughly confused. She was sitting in her Proffesor's lap, his arms loosely wrapped around her while one of his hands ran through her hair and she liked it despite herself.

"Ask me anything. But if I say I can't tell you please-respect that." Hermione was baffled by his statement. Anything? She could ask him anything? He had moved her to stradle his lap, so they could talk easier with either one craning their necks.

Might as well start with the most obvious question, "Do you think that they were wrong....with us?"

He didn't miss a beat, "No."

That was it? Just a simple 'No'? She rose her eyebrows and he nearly smiled. Nearly being the key word, the corners of his eyes crinkled but there was no real movement of his lips.

"They have never been wrong before and I have known them as long as I can remember. They knew I would become a Deatheater and stayed by my side dispite my choice. They knew I would come to my senses, and still they stayed. I could choose to givve up magic all together and they would support me. They are the only two people on this earth that I trust unconditionally."

"But you hate me." It wasn't a question, so he didn't answer it. He simply shook his head 'no' in response, Hermione was baffled. "You don't hate me?"

"No, I do not hate you and I never have." Hermione looked confused. "I know I can be the snarky greasy git but there is much more to me then that."

"Why did they tear up our clothes?" She asked before she could stop herself.

"To show what appeals to us both. Apperently you like a strong upper body, which I have. I like a womanly figure." It was once again Hermione's turn to raise an eyebrow. Snape then spelled it out for her. "Womanly as in curves. I don't like skinny woman, I like there being something to hold onto. As far as legs go, yes guilty, I like legs. I also like breasts. They tore up your clothes to show what physically attracts me to a woman, and quiet frankly they were right on the mark."

"Is this really how you comfort Saoshann and Jordan?"

"To a point, I hold them, physically touch them to let them know I'm there and I talk to them and listen to them. They don't normally straddle me though." Hermione smiled and blushed, looking away from him for a moment. "I would like for you to call me Severus in private. Don't try calling me Sevvy like Saoshann does...that annoys me to no end."

"Then call me Hermione," She looked at him curious as what to do next. Before she could stop herself she felt her hands touching his body, who would have thought that under all those robes was this lean muscular body. She came across one particularly thick and long scar running across his shoulder and chest and looked at him running her finger tips across it as if trying to heal it.

"Punishment." He said simply, she knew what he ment. She leaned forward and before she could stop herself, softly kissed the scar. She heard a deep intake of breath, blushing she muttered an apology. He used one finger to bring her face leval with his, "Hermione..." it sounded so good when he said her name, it went straight to her core, "May I kiss you?"

She was baffled, Severus Snape wanted to kiss her. Her Proffesor wanted to kiss her. But her body responded forcing her to say, "Please, Severus..." before her mind could stop it.

Severus leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers then kissed her bottom lip gently, and before she knew what she was doing, Hermione was kissing him back. She wondered if the sparks were flying all around them because she definatly felt them.

When they finally pulled apart all she could think was 'Wow' at some point during the kiss Severus's hands went to the curve of her butt, pulling her closer. Hermione's arms were around his neck. they stared at each other.

Severus kissed the tops of her breasts, before going back for a more passionate kiss, Hermione let him. he kissed her neck and Hermione scratched her nails lightly over his back causing him to shiver.

He continued to kiss her neck while rubbing her lower back while she spoke to him, "Feels so good...Severus?"

"Mmm?" Was his answer he was to busy getting as manny kisses from her as possible before one of the Warriors broke the spell keeping them hidden.

"Do you really think this could work?" Severus could tell that play time was over and so he laid back and wrapped his arms around her, letting her get comfy on top of him.

"We could make it work. But we would have to be careful. As HeadGirl you have your own dorm away from the Gryffindor tower, and of course there are my rooms." He was thinking she could feel it. Tucking her head on his shoulder she kissed his adams apple.

"This is weird...I thought I was supposed to hate you and now..."

"Your just as confused as I. But when we kissed I felt something there. I liked it." His fingers were rubbing up and down her arm and side.

Hermione started giggling out of no where. Her mind had truely gotten the best of her. "Whats so funny?" He demanded.

"Think about it...mean Professor, brainiac student, Detention, short pleated skirt, forbidden love...it sounds like a muggle porn!" Severus chuckled, he was getting attached to this girl and fast.

"Actually that does sound rather appealing..." He smiled, cupping her butt in one hand squeezing gently, his other hand tracing designs on her bare side. He lowered the tone in pitch f his voice, knowing it made his past conquests melt. "Tell me, Hermione...would you like it if I spanked you in my classroom?" He gave her bottom a nice firm pat before squeezing again.

"I...don't know...n-never really tried it..." Hermione was filled with need, she had never felt like this. She had never really had sex, let alone roleplayed. Ron was like kissing her brother and Viktor while being a very physical person, was terrible in bed when she had visited him over the summer before her sixth year.

Severus lowered his lips to her ear, knowing that at any second the Warriors would ruin the moment. "Trust me, I am nothing like Krum in the bedroom...You'll enjoy yourself with me when the time comes."

"Its not nice to dip into people's minds without asking." Hermione stated.

"I never said I was," His lips were hovering over her's, his dark eyes locked on her's. He could kiss her again, but he might loose himself in it. He brushed his lips against her's before backing away as their cacoon opened. Severus pulled one of the falling blankets over them but kept his face close to Hermione's.

"OK, enough private-CRAP! They were about to kiss! Nice going Saoshann!" Jordan chucked a pillow at the other Warrior.

"How was I supposed to know! He fucking warded the blankets!" Saoshann defended herself before the pillow hit her square in the face. Noticing that everyone was busy laughing at the pillow throwing Warriors, Hermione took the opprotunity to lean up and kiss Severus slowly.

Severus burried his face in her neck before he sat up and pulled her with him, to once again stradle his lap. She wrapped the blankets around them both as he leaned back a bit into the pillows.

He nipped her collar bone, this time all eyes were unknowingly on them. Sheilding the with her hair, Hermione smiled at him. "Vixen..." He muttered against her soft skin, his arousal was contained in his pants but she could feel it.

Hermione smiled, she had gotten the 'greasy git' horny, and now he had no private little cacoon to seduce her in.

She could barley contain her laughter.