A Matter of Circumstance

Chapter 30 ~ Verbal Conversations and Body Language

Severus awoke slowly, aware of something soft pressing against his lips. He opened his eyes to find Hermione kissing him gently. He pulled his head back.

”What are you doing?” he demanded.

”I was kissing you,” Hermione said, her eyes heated, “I wanted you to wake up. You haven’t…haven’t touched me in a long time, Severus. I need you.”

The wizard’s dark eyes rested on Hermione’s face.

”You need me or you want me?” he asked her.

“I need you, Severus. I feel as if I’ll explode if you don’t fuck me,” Hermione said.

As Severus looked at her, he couldn’t help remembering watching her with Ron, how she was with the wizard…how taken she was with him. He felt a twinge of something unpleasant wash over him.

“I need to ask you something before I engage you, Hermione,” Severus said to the witch, “And I want an honest answer. Your answer will not change anything concerning my helping you.”

”What is it, Severus?” Hermione asked him.

Severus looked at her.

”Do you intend on keeping Ronald Weasley as a lover?” the dark wizard asked her.

Hermione looked at Severus. Ron was involved with Lavender Brown now, and Lavender was very territorial. She didn’t even like Ron visiting Hermione.

”Why would you ask me such a thing, Severus?” Hermione replied, answering his question with a question.

“Because you told me weeks ago that you had two lovers for more than a year and saw no reason to change that,” the Potions Master replied, “I want to know if you still feel that way.”

Hermione studied the wizard, then decided she’d fish a bit. She might be able to use this to her advantage in some way.

”I don’t know really,“ she lied, “You’re a better lover than Ron, but he has qualities I like that you don’t have, Severus. For example, he’s affectionate. He holds me without my having to ask him. He makes me feel appreciated.”

Severus scowled.

“I believe I show my ‘appreciation’ for you more than adequately,” the wizard said, a slight growl in his voice.

”Yes, by fucking me until I feel like my head’s going to pop off,” Hermione replied.

”Yesss,” the wizard purred, his eyes sweeping over her rounded body. He began to get an erection. “I couldn’t do that if I didn’t appreciate you.”

”You appreciate sex, Severus, not me. Anyone can give you sex. At least, that’s how you make me feel,” the witch said, her eyes starting to glisten now.

“If that were the case, witch…I’d bed other witches. I don’t,” Severus said, his eyes narrowing, “You have been the only witch I’ve touched in the past year and a half. The only one.”

”And that means what, Severus?” Hermione asked him.

He looked at her.

”That means in all fairness, I should be the only wizard to bed you. Ronald Weasley is no longer your fiancé. I am no longer the ‘other’ wizard,” the Potions Master said, “Since you are having my child and I am going to support the both of you I feel I am well within my rights to request that you take no other wizard to your bed.”

Hermione frowned at him.

”Severus…you don’t have that right. Not really. You are the father of my child and my lover…not my husband. We don’t have the sanctity of a marriage bed to keep us true to each other. You’re free to sleep with whomever you like,” Hermione said, forcing her voice to remain steady.

It would break her heart if Severus took another lover.

“But I will be supporting you. That gives me the right to demand that you not engage another wizard,” Severus argued.

He didn’t mention anything about a marriage bed.

”No. You will be supporting your child because you’ve effectively curtailed my ability to do for myself. You are doing this willingly, yes…I’ll give you that…but I can go to court and have you pay support without any ‘conditions’ put on me. True, I might not live as well as I would with your cooperation, but I and our child could survive, “ Hermione retorted, “And I would have the freedom to maybe find a wizard who will love me and my child. Then, I could marry and you wouldn’t have to support us any longer. I will have a husband and the baby will have a father.”

Severus’ face turned terrible.

”I am the child’s father. No one can replace me! My blood flows in its veins,” he said angrily.

“It takes more than blood and sperm to be a real father, Severus. A child deserves a family, a mother and a father,” she said, “Throwing money at us won’t make you a true father. There has to be love too. Can you provide that? Can you Severus?”

Severus blinked at her.

”I don’t believe I can, Hermione,” he said soberly, “But I can support the both of you, make sure you are well-provided for, have a roof over your head and food in your pantry. I can also give you what you need in the dark of night, take you to the heights. What more do you need, witch?”

“I need to be able to live, Severus, without being ostracized and condemned at every turn. I need to be able to walk among people without them whispering ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ behind my back or even saying it to my face. I need to be able to get a job that will allow me to support myself, a job that’s meaningful and rewarding. I didn’t work this hard to be a kept woman, Severus. I never wanted to have to depend on anyone to take care of me. I know I could have avoided all of this by aborting the baby when I first found out I was pregnant, but it is a life, Severus…a life created from my passion for you. Out of my love for you. I couldn’t destroy it even if it meant my downfall. I thought I had a solution when I intended to marry Ron, but it wasn’t meant to be. Not just because I didn’t love him enough, but because I love you. I know you didn’t want this baby, Severus, this responsibility. You told me you were incapable of loving anyone. You warned me, but I didn’t listen to your words. I listened to my heart instead. Why? I don’t know. Someone once said that the heart has reasons that reason cannot understand. It’s so true. So true. You may help me Severus, but I am always going to be alone in this. Always,” the witch said, tears dropping from her eyes.

Severus just stared at the witch. She wasn’t sobbing as her tears fell freely.

”You aren’t alone, Hermione,” he said softly, “Stop crying.”

“I…I can’t,” she said, doing her best to blink back the tears, “I wish…I wish I didn’t love you, Severus. I wish I could just turn this off, wind back the clock and fight what led to this situation. You have no idea how painful it is to love someone who doesn’t love you back. It’s like a hole in your heart and everything vital to your life leaks through.”

For some reason, Hermione’s words stung the wizard. She wished she didn’t love him? Severus wanted to say he wished she didn’t love him either, but the words just wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t make himself say it. So he did something else.

He kissed her. Softly, passionately and hungrily as if the kiss could take those words away. And he continued to kiss her, over and over again until she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back with an equal hunger, the flame inside her igniting again as the wizard began to caress her, his hands moving over her rounded body gently as if memorizing every curve, Hermione beginning to mewl into his mouth.

Gods, he could take everything away when he touched her like this. But Severus had never taken this much time. There was no rushed removal of her clothing, or hurried, frenzied penetration. She felt him throw the sheet off of their bodies, then shifting her nightgown up around her hips and over her belly slowly. The wizard pulled back, his dark eyes heated as he pulled the gown over her head and tossed it aside, falling to her throat, kissing, nibbling and sucking on her skin as his hands cupped and fondled her breasts, need taking over Hermione’s body. Merlin, she wanted him inside her.

”Severus,” she gasped as he latched on to a breast, suckling and swirling his tongue over her hardened nipple, one hand sliding to her moist core. Hermione couldn’t arch but she let out a cry as his talented fingers brought her quickly to the edge, then pushed her over.

“Yessss,” the wizard hissed, lifting his head and staring down at the orgasming witch as her face contorted with pleasure. His hand slid upward and rested on her belly as he watched her come back to earth, drinking in the softness in her eyes as she looked at him.

Yes. Hermione loved him and most likely was the only person in the world who did. Before her, he didn’t think it possible to inspire such emotion in anyone. He didn’t invite love. He hadn’t intended to invite Hermione’s love, simply possess her willing body whenever he felt the need.

But it happened.

Up to this point, Hermione’s love for him was something the Potions Master took for granted and used to access the witch as he wanted. It was a tool for manipulation and control. But she wanted to love him. Now tonight, she said she wished she didn’t. And it affected him, though he still couldn’t admit to himself that he wanted the witch’s love.

Ah, the contrariness of life.

Severus Snape may not have been able to voice what was in his heart, but he could show the witch his need in a physical way. He kissed Hermione’s trembling lips gently as he climbed over her body and settled between her legs, holding himself up on his arms. He couldn’t lie on top of her, but he wanted to see her face, her eyes when he took her. He wanted to see her reaction.

Hermione panted up at him, reaching around his pale body and attempting to bring him into contact with her. Severus resisted, wanting to see that hunger a bit longer. He shifted forward, then ground his hard shaft against her wetness, Hermione moaning as he rolled his pelvis, his hot, stiff organ moving back and forth against her deliciously.

”Damn Severus,” Hermione groaned, “Stop teasing me. I need you.”

”Tell me you love me, witch,” the Potions Master breathed, pressing against Hermione’s core harder.

”You know I do,” the witch gasped, pulling on him with her small hands, her eyes blazing as she looked up at him, his hair a swinging curtain around his face as he worked his body sensuously.

“I want to hear the words,” Severus urged, “Give me the words, Hermione.”

Somewhere in the back of Hermione’s mind, behind the passion and desire scorching her body and it seemed, her soul, she heard the need in the wizard. The need to be loved. He wanted her to love him even if he couldn’t find it in himself to love. Maybe…maybe there was hope. Maybe her love would be the template that he could draw upon. Maybe…

”I love you Severus Snape…with everything I am,” she said to him, then let out a cry as the wizard entered her, his girth and length filling her, their flesh joining, melding together as the surge overtook them.

Severus growled as Hermione’s hot sleeve wrapped around his thickness, tight, wet and welcoming. He began to thrust, whirling his hips, feeling every part of the witch and claiming it as his own, Hermione so lubricated by desire, his cock made squelching noises as it penetrated her over and over, his loins wet with her juices.

”Tell me again,” the wizard panted, his stroke strong but not brutal. He would not be brutal to her until she had his child. For now, he wanted to take Hermione to a place only he could deliver her to.

”I…love…you…” Hermione cried brokenly, her voice stuttered by his thrusts.

”And you will keep loving me, witch,” he breathed, lowering himself just enough so he could reach her lips, his back curved, not slowing his rhythm, possessing her mouth and body with a deep double kiss of questing tongue and plunging cock.

Hermione jerked beneath him, her full breasts bouncing, grazing his chest, teasing her hardened sensitive nipples. She felt the boiling begin inside her again and met his strokes with growing ardor, sweat streaming down her body as the wizard flexed over her, his face contorting as he rode her sweet, round body.

All Hermione knew was the man over her, inside her, his silken voice crooning and groaning his pleasure as he took what she willingly gave him, his cock pounding like another heartbeat inside her, another powerful rhythm that gave her life. Everything Hermione was began to fall in upon itself, imploding, building, preparing to burst outward in a nova of sheer bliss.

Severus felt her sleeve tightening and pulled out, quickly rolling Hermione on her side and moving behind her, lifting her leg as he entered from the back. He wrapped his arms around the witch, driving deep, trying to catch that oncoming wave she was about to release and ride with her to that far shore.

”I’m taking you there,” he whispered, his lips against her ear, “to that place only I can take you, Hermione…wait for me.”

Hermione was close, her pussy starting to clutch his cock tightly, rippling over him, the wizard groaning as his body responded to the pleasure he felt, the witch crying out his name over and over.

”Almost…almost,” he growled, his arms tightening around the witch reflexively as his hips went into automatic, his loins slapping against her ass rapidly as his balls began to tighten, throbbing with intense pressure, the wizard’s eyes rolling up into his head as Hermione let out a cry, followed by his own deep groan of release as he came, his very being seeming to condense to a pulsing stream splashing against something indescribably lush and beautiful.

Severus shuddered against Hermione as his pulsing slowed, his lips pressed to her shoulder as his flow eased, his heart thudding against her back, listening to the witch’s whimpers as she too returned from her place of bliss.

The Potions Master’s arms relaxed around her and he felt renewed as he softened inside the witch. He kissed her shoulder several times, then eased out of her body, his organ limp and exhausted. Hermione rolled to her back and looked at him, her eyes full of satisfaction…and something more.

The wizard gave her a small smirk before sliding his arm under her and pulling her closer, his eyes growing heavy. He was very tired though he had gone much longer than this before. He gave Hermione one more kiss, then closed his eyes. In less than three minutes, Severus was sound asleep, Hermione staring into his face for a moment, then kissing him once more before she too fell into a sated, satisfied sleep. Tonight had been different than any night before. She could see it in the wizard’s eyes when he took her.

Something had happened here. What, she’d find out later.

As far as Severus went, the wizard may have fucked longer but never with so much need and purpose as tonight.

Emotion could be draining.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.