You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 32 ~ A New Understanding

Hermione sobbed against Severus' chest staring at her wedding ring as he stroked her hair gently.

"You will marry me again, won't you Hermione?" he asked her softly, "The Ministry has taken that law off the books. This time it will be forever. There will be no escaping me, witch."

"Yes," Hermione said tearfully, "Oh yes, Severus."

"Good," he said, pulling her away from him and looking down at her tear-stained face.

He kissed her gently, capturing her lips between his own and suckling them gently until he felt her responding. He moved his mouth against hers sensually. Finally her lipstick was smeared.

Hermione pulled away from him, and laughed through her tears as she saw his lipstick stained mouth.

"Red is definitely not your color, Severus," she said, walking into the bathroom. First she used a bit of cold cream to remove her makeup, then brought out a cream moistened tissue for her fiancé.

"Hold still," she said, wiping at the Potions Master's mouth, removing the lipstick.

Severus licked his lips and made a face.

"That tastes awful," he commented, wiping his mouth with his hand.

Hermione looked at her ring.

"You kept it," she said softly.

Severus looked down at the ring on her finger, his heart full.

"Of course I kept it. And my own," he said holding up his hand so Hermione could see he wore his own wedding band.

Hermione almost burst into tears again as she saw his ring.

"Why did you keep them?" she asked him.

"I don't know. Possibly because they reminded me of the love we once shared. I couldn't let it completely go," he said softly. "It was supposed to last forever. We promised each other that."

Hermione looked up at Severus as he stared at his ring, his face somber. She felt a strong pulse of desire wash over her.

"Take me to bed, Severus," she said in a low voice, "show me a bit of kindness."

He looked down at the witch and instantly hardened.

"I'll show you more than kindness, Hermione," he said silkily, sweeping the witch up into his arms and kissing her passionately as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently on top of the sheets, his black eyes on her blue knickers.

"Let's get rid of these," he breathed, hooking his fingers into the sides of them.

Hermione lifted her hips so he could slide them down over her legs.

Severus removed them in one swift motion, bringing them to his nose and sniffing deeply, his eyes heating up as he flung them to the floor.

The Potions Master slid his boxers off, his cock springing to attention, swollen throbbing and ready for action. He climbed into the bed, and slid on top of the witch, his eyes locked to her face. He grasped the hand her ring was on, and pressed the palm of it to his lips.

"I don't want you to take this ring off, Hermione," he said to her.

"I won't, Severus. Never again," the witch replied softly.

The Potions Master stared down at her a moment, then he pulled her legs up, trapping them under his arms. He positioned his cock against her entrance.

"I still love you Hermione," he whispered as he slid inside the witch gently, stretching her around his girth, his face contorting with pleasure as she received him, "I never stopped loving you. I just didn't realize it until tonight. I'm sorry, so sorry my love."

Hermione let out a choked sob as she felt Severus enter her and heard him whisper the words she thought she'd never hear him speak again.

"Say it again, Severus," she moaned as she felt him moving within her, stroking her gently, shifting his hips back and forth, trying his best to give her as much pleasure as he could.

Severus groaned as he felt her warmth around him, warm, wet and welcoming. He wanted to take the witch slow, to make love to her, to touch every part of her being and bring her to the heights without violence this time, but with love. He wanted her to feel his love.

"I love you," he said again, dropping to her mouth and possessing it as he drove into her body gently, but insistently as her hips rose to meet him, hitting bottom and pressing into her, making the witch gasp with pleasure.

Hermione wasn't shrieking, but her soft gasps struck a chord in him just the same as he took her.

"Harder, Severus," she groaned, but the Potions Master was determined to bring her to orgasm without battering her. He needed to know that his love could satisfy her.

"Feel me witch," he said to her. "Feel who I am, what I am to you. Accept me this way. My love is driving me now. Feel it."

He rotated his pelvis, twisting into the witch and she groaned loudly.

"Oh gods, Severus," Hermione gasped as he caressed every part of her tight walls with his hardness.

"Yes," he breathed, "You sweet, sweet witch. Can you feel me?"

The wizard sped up his stroke, plunging into the witch but not breaking against her. Hermione was crying out, but not from his ache this time. It was something more, something almost unbearably sweet as his strong body moved against her, jerking her gently, hungrily, seeking something other than her usual response.

"I love you," Severus repeated, knowing those words affected Hermione, and she arched up against him in response, feeling the bubble growing inside her.

"Tell me how you feel about me, witch," he gasped as her juices squished under his stroke.

"I love you," Hermione gasped.

"Tell me again," he said, his hips rising and falling faster and faster. He could feel her body heat up as her sleeve tightened around his shaft. Damn. Damn.

I…I love you!" Hermione cried, pulling him closer, her body rocking beneath him.

"Show me," Severus demanded. "Come for me. Bathe me witch," he groaned, feeling his own climax approaching, his pleasure burgeoning, growing, swelling as he buried himself in and out of Hermione's body. He released her legs, pistoning into her, staring down at her, the witch meeting his eyes, her hungry gaze unfocused and lovely and all for him.

"You're so beautiful," Severus gasped, finally applying power as he rammed his cock into her brutally, seeking the gold, bursting that sweet bubble of need, Hermione gasping, crying out his name as she melted around him, and felt her lover stiffen and release, his arms locking around her body, his mouth locking to hers as the shuddering wizard poured his hot love inside her body, pulse after powerful pulse.

"Fuck!" Severus breathed as pulled away from her mouth for a moment, before diving back in, his tongue plowing deeply into her heat as her pussy clinched and squeezed his throbbing organ, heat pulsing over him. The wizard clutched Hermione close, almost crushing her as his release slowed and stopped, his heart pounding against her chest as he panted into her mouth.

Their lovemaking had been short, but sweet. The night wasn't over yet. But damn, she had been exquisite. And Severus told her so, his voice breaking.

Hermione looked up at him, love apparent in her eyes as well as wonder.

"I don't think you'd ever taken me so tenderly, Severus," she whispered.

"Did you like it?" he asked her, brushing her damp hair from her forehead and kissing it gently.

"Yes," she replied.

Severus smiled at her, a broad full warm smile that softened his features. He didn't smile often, and Hermione felt a warmth flow over her as she drank his smile in.

"There are going to be changes, witch. All for the better," he said, rubbing his large nose against hers affectionately.

"But there will still be kindness?" Hermione asked him. She still had her darker needs after all.

"There will always be kindness where you are concerned," the wizard replied, kissing her again, then rolling off her reluctantly, drawing her tight against his chest.

Hermione lay there against him, listening to his strong heartbeat.

After a few moments she asked him, "What do you think Albus is going to say about this? Our remarrying?"

"I think," Severus said soberly, "that he is going to be absolutely delighted his manipulations worked. I must say, I don't appreciate his tactics, but that wizard certainly knows how to get his point across."

Hermione thought about this a moment, then realized Severus was right. The Headmaster had been interfering the entire time. From her hiring right down to her 'Ambassador" duties.

"One thing is for certain," Severus said, his voice rather cold.

"What is that?" Hermione asked, looking up at the now scowling wizard.

"He's definitely going to need to find another ambassador."

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A/N: A short chapter, but sweet connection there. Please review.