Remember

CHAPTER 30: Consummation







It took a while to convince her friends and surrogate family that what she had with Severus was real, for some reason they continued to believe that it was some sort of practical joke. As if she could get Severus Snape to participate in such shenanigans. They had answered too many questions, many of them so personal Hermione had blushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. The worst being when George Weasley asked if they had been shagging in the dungeons. She had to grab Severus’s arm to keep him from hexing the joking twin.









In the end, though no one could quite believe it, they wished them well though it was quite clear that all would be watching curiously. Finally, pushed beyond his tolerance for socializing, Severus took Hermione by the arm and pulled her to his side.







“If everyone’s perverse inquiries have been answered satisfactorily then I beg you to excuse us.” Severus said, tugging her towards the door.









“You aren’t leaving are you?” Molly asked, setting yet another tray of biscuits on the table.









“Yes, Mrs. Weasley, it seems we are.” Hermione said.









“Why ever for?” Molly asked, her hands on her hips. Hermione felt his hand tighten on her wrist and she knew he was past his limit.











“Because I have had to keep my distance from the witch for the last month until she was no longer my student and I am bloody well sick of standing here jawing on with you lot when all I want is to take her home to bed!” He snapped. “Thank you for the drink and the biscuits, now goodnight.”









Hermione began to laugh hysterically at the horrified expressions on Harry and the Weasley’s faces as Severus pulled her out the front door and immediately disapparated them to Spinners End. She was still laughing when they appeared on his back stoop, her hands clutching the front of his jacket as he pointed his wand at the door and it swung open.









“I’m happy that my loss of control pleases you.” He snarled as he dragged her inside.









“Oh, Severus, did you see their faces?” She asked, still chuckling as she slipped into the kitchen behind him. “I can’t believe you excused us so you could take me home to bed.”







Severus was frowning when he flipped the light on. Hermione smiled and looked around, the room looked pretty much the same as it had the last time she was there. It smelled like lemon cleanser and she realized it had been recently cleaned.







“I sent a house elf yesterday to ready the house for summer.” He said, unbuttoning his coat and removing it before tossing it onto a hook near the door.







“Am I to assume my things have been brought here as well?” She asked, watching him loosen his top three shirt buttons.







“They have been put away upstairs.” He said, his eyes glittering. The way he was looking at her made her somewhat nervous, he resembled a predator who had just caught sight of his prey.









“In the room I used last time I was here?” She asked teasingly. She didn’t begin to think of the dangers that came with taunting an aroused serpent.









“Do you wish to have a separate room?” He asked. “I seem to recall you not liking to sleep without me.”









“I never got much sleep with you.” She taunted as she slipped by him and into the living room. The sofas had been recovered though not recently, and even more bookcases now lined the walls.









“I wouldn’t plan on getting much in the near future either.” He said, as he followed her through the house. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she climbed the narrow staircase.







“So where am I going?” She asked, stopping at the top of the stairs









“My room.” He said, giving her bum a slight nudge from behind.









“I hope you have a bigger bed than you did when I came for the Christmas Hols.” She teased as she sauntered down the hall to the room at the end. She was pleasantly surprised to see that it had been changed from the room of a young man into that of a fully grown wizard with a rather impressive sleigh bed dominating the center of the room. “And I see that you do.”







She walked around the bed, running her hand over the smooth cotton sheets. The coverlet had already been turned down and she could see that the elves anticipated a romantic evening as scented candles littered the room. While he could be romantic and sensual when he wanted, he wasn’t a scented candle sort of wizard.









She kicked off her shoes and watched him lean against the doorframe, slowly rolling his sleeves up. Her eyes caught the movement of his hands as he rolled the cloth back and revealed his toned forearms and the faded black mark that marred his left one.









“You’re staring at my hands again, Hermione.” He said, somewhat amused. She wanted him, desperately. She wanted his hands on her and she didn’t think she would have the patience to wait.









“Can’t help it.” She replied. “Severus?”









“Yes?” He drawled at the sound of his name.









“I’m sick of waiting.” In a flash she was across the room and pressed full length against the front of him, her hands tangled in his hair as her lips assaulted his. Severus gave a muffled ‘oomph’ of surprise as he fell back against the wall while the little witch essentially climbed his body like a pole, her legs wrapping around his as she moved against him.







He turned his head, and she attacked the side of his neck, sucking, licking and nibbling her way down.







“Gods damn it, Hermione.” He cursed as she sunk her teeth into the tight spot where neck and shoulder connected. “What has gotten into you?”







Severus grabbed her hands and pulled them from his hair as he tried to get out of the tangle of their limbs.









“No…you said tonight we didn’t have to stop, don’t stop.” She pleaded, clutching his shoulders as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.









“Damn…I wasn’t planning on stopping….” Severus groaned and gripped the back of her thighs as he tried to regain his balance. “Merlin, Hermione! I wanted to go slowly.”









“Go slow later, it has been too long, I need you.” She said, nipping his bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth.







“It hasn’t been that long; we were just fooling around last night.” He growled, settling her weight in his arms as he walked across the room and dropped her onto the bed.







“It’s been too long since I felt your weight on me.” She said, reaching for the tie at her waist that held the tiny, wrap dress closed. She had it open and off within seconds, tossing it across the room. She lay back on the bed wearing nothing but a couple scraps of copper colored lace and satin that barely covered her.







“I am going to teach you patience if it kills me.” He muttered as he unfastened his shirt and toed off his shoes at the same time.









“I thought you didn’t want to be my teacher anymore.” She said smiling when he jerked his arms from the shirt and let it fall to the floor.







“Oh, I will still teach you plenty witch.” He said, his voice low and gravelly as he unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor, kicking them aside as he approached her wearing his black boxers and socks. “Now, what is the point of wearing something that barely covers you?” He asked in regards to her bra and knickers.







“To entice recalcitrant wizards into my bed?” Her inflection made it sound like a question.







“I prefer you in nothing at all.” He whispered, leaning over the bed to pluck at the clip nestled between her breasts. It took him a moment of fumbling but he finally got the blasted plastic piece to open and her breasts freed for his delight. He wasted no time sucking her aching nipple into his mouth, his tongue lashing over it and circling the tender bud gently.







“Mmmm, I’ll remember that….gods Ill never wear a stitch of underwear again if you just keep doing that.” She moaned, cupping the back of his head and arching into him. He chuckled around her breast, his hands sliding along her waist over the curve of her hips. He tucked his fingers into the sides of her knickers and began to tug them down, releasing her breast and straightening to tug them off completely and toss them behind him.









“Get up into the bed.” He growled climbing up onto the mattress and following her as she scooted back until her head rested on the pillows.









“You know this will be our first time in a decent bed without housemates sleeping feet away.” She whispered when he settled over her, resting between her splayed legs.









“I really did…do love you. I wanted to marry you; I would have if you had stayed.” He whispered, his fingertips running lightly along the side of her neck.









“I know, Severus. But then you wouldn’t have been able to do what needed to be done to end the war.” She whispered, laying her hand against his cheek. “We found our way back to each other and that is all that matters.”







Severus turned his head and kissed her palm, then her wrist where the length of black hair was still tightly braided and circling her wrist.







“I can’t believe you are still wearing that.” He said, brushing a fingertip over it.









“It was all I had of you. A memento of our first night together.” She said.







“I have your curl in my quarters at the school.” He whispered. “I wore it for years inside a medallion around my neck while working on the inside of the Dark Lord’s ranks.”









“I wish I could have changed it. I wish that I could have stayed behind and married you the way I wanted to.” She said, running her fingers through his hair. “But this is how it was meant to be.” She lifted her head and kissed him gently. “Make love with me.”









“I need you.” He said roughly, reaching between them to push his boxers down and out of his way.







“I’m yours.” She said, moaning at the feel of his cock pressing into the notch of her sex. “Take me.” She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, her heels digging into his tight backside and pulling him forward.







“It’s been so long, I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned, sliding into her tight heat slowly, his eyes closed and his lips slack as her sweetness engulfed him. He kissed her lips tenderly as he pulled back and thrust sharply inside her, bottoming out within her on a groan. “Gods you feel so damned good.” He whispered.







“Move, Severus….now.” She whimpered, tightening around him and lifting her hips. He didn’t argue, he began to move slowly, pulling out and then grinding into her on the forward thrust. She began to cry out sharply, familiar sounds that drove him to take her faster and harder. Over and over he plumbed the witch’s depths, reclaiming what had always been his. “Oh….so good….” She cried brokenly as his thrusts became harder and more uncontrolled, the steady rhythm becoming erratic as he groaned.







“Gods witch….I’m sorry…” He gritted his teeth as he continued to piston into her. “I’m going to come…”









“I love you.” She whispered just as her orgasm crashed over her. Severus cursed when her tight channel clamped down on him so hard he could barely move, pulsing and fluttering around him, forcing his own release from him in rough, hard spurts that left him breathless and perspiring on top of her.







“I love you.” He whispered, brushing his lips over her brow. He withdrew from her slowly and climbed from the bed to retrieve his wand and cast a cleansing spell over them both. He pulled his boxers back up and settled in beside her, pulling her into his arms and covering them with the blankets. “I’m sorry…I just couldn’t hold back, it just felt so good to be inside you.”









“You said almost the same thing to me our first time.” She whispered into his shoulder. “I wasn’t disappointed then and I am not disappointed now, Severus. I have never found anything but pleasure in your arms.”









“And if I have it my way, it will always be so.” He whispered.







“I am so glad you remembered, Severus. I would have hated to live my whole life without you.” She mumbled sleepily.









“So am I, my love.” He said, cuddling her close and following her into sleep.