It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 35 ~ Returning the Favor

First, Severus kissed Hermione soundly, catching her wrists and stretching her arms out on either side of her body. Then he pulled away from her mouth, his black eyes glittering down at her.

“What you did to me was highly embarrassing, Hermione…making me chortle like a clown,” he said to her in a low voice.

Hermione looked completely unrepentant.

“You probably needed it. When was the last time you laughed? I mean really laughed…and not for nasty reasons,” she said rather sharply.

Until Hermione tacked on “nasty reasons,” Severus was going to say he laughed all the time. But the witch had him. Most of his chuckles over the years were because of someone else’s misfortune…a misfortune he usually had something to do with.

“It’s been years…but still you had no right to tear it out of me,” he griped.

“I had every right. It was your punishment. I imagine your idea of punishment was something like spanking my ass until it was bright red,” the witch said with narrowed eyes.

Severus looked down at her, his lip quirking.

Add a bit of hard fucking to that, and she had it about right. Ah well. The Potions Master figured he would have plenty of better and more deserved opportunities to put it to the willful little witch. As for now…

“Something like that,” he purred at her before shifting to the side and sticking his tongue in her ear, wriggling it.

Hermione let out a shriek and a rather breathy giggle as she twisted her head, the wizard not relenting.

“Stop it!” she gasped.

Severus did stop.

“Don’t you want a bit of foreplay?” he asked her silkily.

“That’s not foreplay…that’s revenge,” Hermione replied, frowning at him.

“I say it’s foreplay, and so is this,” he said, attacking her neck, nibbling on it lightly, tickling the witch with his teeth. Hermione stretched out underneath him gasping and wriggling, trying to get away.

Now, there is a way to kiss and enjoy a woman’s body that does not result in conniptions. Unfortunately for Hermione, Severus seemed to conveniently forget just how to do that, and every place he placed his mouth and hands tickled her to no end. He wasn’t actually tickling the witch, just making his caresses and kisses so light, that the effect was to make her howl.

“Severus, stop!” Hermione gasped as he moved back and forth from breast to breast, flicking his tongue over her nipples. She was helpless because he had a good grip on her wrists and held her arms out to the sides. Her struggles made her breasts bounce side to side invitingly. Severus stopped and looked up at her with a smirk.

“I have no intentions on stopping, witch,” he growled, running his tongue down her belly and twisting it into her navel, making the witch squeal.

“No…nononono! Severus!” Hermione wailed as he moved toward her core, pulling at her pubic hair with his lips as he slid lower. Gods, if he kept this up, she’d break apart.

Suddenly the wizard rose to his knees, releasing her arms and grasping one of Hermione’s legs firmly, lifting it and attacking her toes, sucking and licking them, running his tongue between each one as Hermione laughed and twisted, kicking at him with her other foot, connecting with his side a few times before the Potions Master caught her ankle tightly to stop her.

“You little minx,” he said to her, returning to her foot again, running his mouth over the sole of it, thinking about those damn feathers tickling him.

“No fair…no fair!” Hermione gasped.

“When have I ever been fair?” he murmured, now running his lips over her leg, nibbling at it as if it were a long ear of sweet corn. He tormented her a few minutes this way, before switching to her other leg and giving it the same treatment.

Hermione was screaming with laughter now, flailing at Severus with her hands…but she couldn’t reach him until he moved down to her thighs, then she caught his hair and tugged it hard. Now the wizard did tickle her around her waist to make her let his hair go.

As Hermione squealed, Severus couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. And he had never enjoyed himself with a witch this much in his life. He felt free, uninhibited, as if he didn’t need his cold veneer with the witch. It was a wonderful feeling, one he hoped to experience all his life.

The wizard parted the giggling witch’s thighs and dove in, flicking his tongue against Hermione’s clit unmercifully, the witch’s hands locking back in his hair again, but this time he didn’t care. She could tear it out by the roots…the pain only made him more ardent, his tongue lashing the witch, Hermione’s hips bucking as she cried out in pleasure as he drank her in. She might have complained, but her body definitely responded to his attentions.

Hermione suddenly stiffened, her body quaking before she orgasmed strongly with a shriek, Severus’ face glistening with her release as he swallowed down every sweet drop, holding the witch’s thighs firmly until she ceased undulating and fell still, her breasts rising and falling.

Severus lifted his head and looked at Hermione. Her hair was a wild halo around her head, and her amber eyes hot and half-lidded with satisfaction. Gods, she was beautiful and his cock felt hard enough to drill through stone as he studied her. The wizard slowly raised himself on his hands and moved over Hermione’s body, positioning himself between her thighs, his shaft resting heavily against her core.

Playtime was over.

“This is my first time having you as a free man, Hermione,” Severus said in a low voice. “I am free of service…free of the Dark Lord… “

Hermione blinked up at the pale wizard, who looked down at her with sober eyes. He drew in a breath and slowly released it.

”Free to say…I love you,” the wizard finished.

“Oh Severus,” Hermione breathed, reaching up and wrapping her arms around the Potions Master’s neck and drawing him down into a very passionate kiss, Severus letting her control it, reveling in the emotions he felt washing over him as her mouth met his. As Hermione kissed him, the wizard shifted slightly, reached down and pressed the head of his cock against her opening, then entered the witch slowly, groaning as he slid through her tightness, Hermione moaning into his mouth as she felt him part and pierce her.

Severus slid from Hermione’s mouth to her ear as he stroked her gently but fully, the witch arching into him as he penetrated her body over and over, his eyes fluttering with pleasure as she wrapped around him, a pulsing sheathe for his pale sword.

“I have never told a witch I loved her until you,” he said to Hermione silkily, his rich voice washing over the witch like another caress, “And I would not tell you this if it were not true, Hermione. I feel as if all the fragments of my life are slowly coming together, and when you give yourself to me, I am whole.”

Emotion made Severus reflexively thrust into the witch hard, Hermione crying out as he hit bottom with some power and held himself there. The wizard lifted his head and looked into her eyes, his own so dark they seemed like two black holes, threatening to swallow her down into their depths for all eternity.

“You have become the center of my universe,” he breathed. “Now that I am free of the Dark Lord, everything, my hopes for happiness, my dreams for a full life revolve around you. I would never have believed I needed another human being as much as I need you. After so many years of solitude and cynicism, I too, have become a fool for love. You have broken me, Hermione Granger…you have taken my hardened heart and softened it without even trying. Now only you can pierce it by denying me.”

“I would never deny you Severus, not even if I faced death. Never,” the witch whispered up at him.

“Then don’t deny me now,” he breathed, beginning to move again, thrusting into Hermione hungrily, passionately, his heart swelling as she received him.

Hermione clutched at the wizard’s back, her nails sinking into his flesh as Severus drove into her, his pale body undulating, his cock an insistent and welcome intruder. She could feel his desire…his need as his mouth locked to hers, his tongue a second seeking intruder adding to her possession. Hermione felt herself becoming one with Severus, her body melding with his, her heart capturing the rhythm of his own powerful pulse as they lay skin to skin, their bodies moving in perfect counterpoint. It had always been good with the wizard from the first night…but now, knowing he loved her made the sharing of their bodies more than that, now it was a sharing of souls and Hermione immersed herself…she wanted to drown in his fire, burst into flame and be consumed by the wizard.

As he felt the delicious friction of his cock moving in and out of his lover, Severus also felt as if he could ignite, the beautiful young witch beneath him serving as kindling, the fan to his flame and the wizard lost himself in her fire, his hips rising higher and higher, his control diminishing as he plowed into Hermione, gasping, his mouth falling slack with pleasure, the witch’s voice fueling his passion, driving him to a greater frenzy

“Hermione,” he gasped, clutching the witch closer and rolling to his side, fucking her passionately, the witch’s cries making him crazy with lust. He wanted to hear more, to feel more as he held Hermione close, his hips blurring as he increased his speed, his muscular buttocks clenching and unclenching as he drove between her thighs.

“You sweet sweet witch,” he breathed, pulling her on top of him and ramming upward, Hermione buckling, crying out his name before catching the thrust and taking over, falling forward, her hands resting on his shoulders as she rose and fell on his thick, questing tool. Sweat streamed down Hermione’s body, her curls now dark ringlets as they loved, Severus once again rolling with her, then pulling out and backing up on his knees.

“Turn over,” he panted at the witch, pulling her to a sitting position, then helping her to turn so she was on her knees. Severus gathered her hair together gently, holding it in one hand as he entered Hermione, pulling her head back as he thrust forward, his loins bouncing off her ass rhythmically.

This was the first time Severus had treated Hermione in such a manner, holding her by her hair and waist as he fucked her. He didn’t do it full power, but the wizard was making his presence known, yanking her head back lightly as he plunged in and out, Hermione gasping at how deep he was hitting her, juicing up at the slight roughness he was showing.

“You belong to me,” Severus said, his voice raw with passion as he rode the witch, caressing her back and ass with one pale hand as he watched his glistening cock fill Hermione over and over, his chest tight with the knowledge he was the only man the witch would allow to do this. “Tell me you belong to me.”

He stopped moving, tugging on her hair slightly as he waited for her answer.

”I belong to you, Severus,” Hermione gasped.

It was as if her reply shot straight down the wizard’s spine, and Severus quickly released her hair and bent over her, wrapping one arm around her throat, resting his chin on the top of her head and placing his hand on the bed to support himself. He drove into her again, his dark eyes closing with pleasure Hermione’s petite body jerked under him.

“You do belong to me, witch…every inch of you,” he breathed as he flexed into her, “I will keep you happy and satisfied. You’ll want for nothing. Nothing. Just stay with me.”

Severus’ words were as much a plea as they were a statement. Hermione’s heart swelled as she heard the catch in the Potions Master’s voice, the need and desire underneath the silk as he possessed her. Gods, he was so overwhelming. Hermione felt herself rising, pleasure spreading slowly, radiating outward from where his cock struck over and over, his sweet sting becoming sweeter and more intense.

Severus felt Hermione heating up and pulled out of her, quickly flipping the witch to her back and capturing her legs under his arms. He wanted to see her orgasm and thrust himself deep inside the witch, feeling her pussy tighten around him spasmodically before she burst with a shriek, her hot release boiling over him.

“Yessssss,” he hissed down at her. “Yes, Hermione.”

Hermione’s head pressed back into the pillow, her mouth in an “o” as she came, bliss lifting her, Severus staring down, his eyes possessive as she pulsed around him. Gods, there was so much more he wanted to do to her, but the look of love in her eyes as she focused on him was enough to make the wizard grunt in protest as he felt his balls tighten.

“Oh damn,” he groaned as he slammed into Hermione and came, pleasure streaming through him, his mouth falling slack as he filled the witch beneath him to overflowing. When his pulsing ceased, Severus gently lowered himself to Hermione’s still quaking body, brushed her hair aside then kissed her lips, sighing with satisfaction.

“You’re all I need to make my life complete,” he intoned, rolling off Hermione and pulling her into the crook of his arm.

“I would never have believed you could be so passionate…so…so accessible,” Hermione said to him softly.

Severus turned a dark eye on the witch.

“Hermione, I assure you…any accessibility I show is for you and you alone, and that is because you have my heart. No one else will reap the benefits of my being in love,” the wizard said, his nose wrinkling at the thought of it. “In fact, I may have to up my 'snark factor' to compensate for this state of affairs.”

Hermione smiled and shook her head, nestling closer to the wizard, who held her possessively.

“So, how did Voldemort die?” Hermione asked Severus, twirling one finger in his damp locks.

“Well, it was a combined effort on the part of Lucius Malfoy, the Whomping Willow and myself,” Severus replied, his eyes closed.

“What?” Hermione said, surprise and curiosity in her voice.

“Harry had just drawn his sword and the Order members attacked. Lucius immediately went for me and I slipped into the entrance under the Whomping Willow. While trying to fire off a good blast at me, Lucius accidentally stepped on the rootlet that turned the tree back on and…” the Potions Master said.

“And the willow whomped Voldemort!” Hermione finished for him, her eyes wide.

Severus nodded.

“Then I struck what was left of him with the Blade of Dresden…and that was the end of the Dark Lord,” the wizard said with a smirk.

“So…you killed him, Severus,” Hermione said.

The wizard shrugged.

“I see it as a combined effort. I don’t need or want the glory for his death. I am just glad he is gone,” Severus said.

“You’re a hero,” Hermione breathed, staring at him.

Severus snorted.

“Hardly. Even if I did strike the actual killing blow, my reasons were hardly heroic. I wanted the evil bastard out of my life so I could be free to pursue a life with you. A purely selfish motivation at best,” he said, nuzzling Hermione with his big nose for a moment.

“So are you saying you killed him for me?” Hermione asked the Potions Master, who looked at her soberly.

“You were the final, most poignant reason…but I’ve wanted him dead for years. So I can’t say it was totally for you, Hermione,” he said honestly. “But what matters is he is gone and I can now live my life like a normal human being…make up for all those years of being an outcast and pariah. You are going to help me recover all I’ve lost, witch. Your love will be the balm that heals me.”

Severus pulled Hermione closer and kissed her deeply.

“Thank the gods for ghosts and curses,” he breathed

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A/N: Sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it. ***