A Secret Worth Keeping

A/N’s: I am so sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I have had several problems in my life for the last few months and I think I am now past them (finger’s crossed). That and the smut have just been avoiding me for some reason. This is my longest chapter EVER. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, only those that I created myself. Please do not harm me in any way. I only do this for fun.

A Secret worth Keeping


Chapter Thirty-six: Unexplored Territories

Shock. That had to be it. He was in shock. Surely, his ears didn’t hear her correctly. Surely, she didn’t say…"Pardon me?" His voice was nearly frozen in his surprise.

Hermione smiled as she approached his side, taking light steps so as not to wake the baby. Her eyes smiled up at him. "I said…yours."

Severus’ eyes bore down into hers, trying to get a true idea of what she was saying. Was she really offering herself to him finally, or was he reading more into than he should be?

"Hermione…" He wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her into his arms, but he was afraid of scaring her away again.

She reached up and pressed a finger onto his lips, automatically stopping him from speaking. "Hush, Severus. Come. I think its time we go to bed."

Hope started to show its head. His heart rat-a-tatted against his ribcage as she took his hands and led him over to his door. His feet seemed awfully clumsy and iron filled. Shouldn’t he be floating on cloud nine right about now or something? Shouldn’t he be tap dancing on the ceiling?

His upper brain kicked into gear and he finally stopped her at his bedroom door, finally realizing what was wrong with him. He had wanted this moment for so long that now that it was upon him, he wasn’t mentally prepared. He needed a few moments to himself before he could summon up the control to give her what she wanted, what she needed. He needed a moment… just a moment.

"Hermione… wait."

She paused and turned a surprised look up at him. She was sure that he understood what she was offering. She could see it in his face as sure as he could see it in hers. Did he not want her anymore, now that she was offering to let him have what he had wanted for so long?

Her confused eyes bored into his soul. In her expression he could see many different things; anticipation, need, confusion and yes…it was still there. Fear. Slowly he raised a hand to her bushy hair and casually ran it through her tresses. She was still afraid but she trusted him and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to earn that trust. But first he had to get himself under control or else that small trust would be dashed if he gave her his full uncontrolled desires

Not understanding his reluctance, Hermione raised a shaking hand and wrapped it in his black locks. Slowly she brought his mouth down to meet hers. It was a gentle kiss, a promising one. "It’s time, Severus. I am no longer afraid."


His lips tilted up at the corners, just slightly. His voice whispered huskily into her ear as he grabbed a handful of her thick hair. So close to him, she smelled of vanilla and strawberries. "Liar."

She managed to nod in agreement at that and bury her face into his warm neck, enjoying how he felt so close to her. "True, I am still scared. But I know you won’t hurt me this time."

It was that ‘this time’ that caused him to release his hold on her and take that one little step back. If it wasn’t for her hold around his neck he would have turned and exited as fast as he could. But no, she wasn’t about to let him make a hasty exit.

"No, Severus. If I can face my fears, so can you. I know we have a lot to work through and though our first… second… time together may not go exactly as I hope it will, I still want to try. I still want to feel you next to me."

Severus’s eyes closed as he lingered in the effects of her hand on his hair. Just her simple touch was enough to make certain parts of him spasm. It was always the case with her. All she had to do was to touch his hand, a small peck on the cheek and boom, there he was. Ready for her. But now… was he ready for her?

Fuck yeah, he was, was he nuts?

He reached out to cup her cheek and gaze down into her beautiful eyes. His voice lowered into a very husky, needy tone. "Hermione… I want you to be absolutely sure of this. I want you, Gods know that I want you. I have wanted you for so very long. But… I don’t want to hurt you, not again. If this happens, if I do inadvertently hurt you, say so… Don’t suffer through anything you do not like. If you say stop… I stop."

Hermione’s smile only brightened even more. "I know you will, love. You have proven that to me in the past. I just feel that if I don’t do this now, I may never be able to get over it."

A frown formed on his face as he looked down at her. "So, this is more of a test for you?"

She paused to look up at him, a bit confused as to his tone of voice. He sounded a bit disappointed.

"In a small way, yes…" She gripped his hand tighter as she felt him starting to clench in to a fist. "But not completely. Severus… I love you. I have to know if I can… do this… If I am to decide that I want to have a normal life with you, I need to find out if I can…" Pause and a swallow. "Can… make love… with you. I need to find out for my own peace of mind."

Severus’ heart pounded painfully in his chest as he considered the young woman standing before him. Her brown eyes pleading with him.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Here she was, begging him to make love to her and he was standing there questioning it? He shook his head to shake his brain back into working order. His fist unclenched and she let him raise that hand back to her face. Her skin felt so smooth under his fingertips. He could barely remember how her skin felt next to his. The last time they were skin to skin was an image he had to put aside. That was mere fucking. This time he was going to show her how it was supposed to have gone. How he had dreamed of how it would have gone if things hadn’t gotten so out of control that day.

"Then shall we adjourn?" His voice whispered whilst extending his hand to her.

"Nanny?" Hermione called out.

The elf immediately appeared, standing just at the outer door. "Yes Mistress?"

"Watch over Sebastian. Wake us if he needs either of us."

Nanny bobbed in acknowledgement before taking a seat on the rocker. Being a wise elf, she didn’t comment on the innuendo.

Severus turned to her and kissed her lightly. "Go on in, love. I just need to do something first. I will be right behind you." Severus whispered as she touched the doorknob to his bedroom.

"Don’t be long." Hermione flashed him a grin and turned the knob, allowing the door to swing open.

The room was just as she remembered it from her previous visit some time back. Even down to his reading glasses on the table next to the bed. A new book lay beneath them, but most of everything else was the same. The dark woods and hunter green furniture were very masculine, but she found it very soothing. After all, it was a man’s room. The painting of the Unicorns still hung above the headboard.

She moved towards the sleigh bed and reached out to touch the deep brown bedding. It felt luxurious on her fingertips, most definitely silk. The duvet was of a deep chocolate color that nearly matched the bed frame. Toss pillows of tan and beige was placed carefully to bring a bit of contrast to the darkness. Severus really did have an eye for decoration. She wondered if he made his own bed or if he allowed the elves to do it. If he did his own, she wondered who'd taught him the fine art of bed making? To properly make up a bed took some time, at least a half hour. His looked perfect… an hour’s work at least. Well, it would be an hour if he didn’t use his wand. She chuckled at that thought. Like he would waste a full hour making a bed when he just had to flick a wand and… presto! Perfection.

She took her eyes from the bed and turned them to the desk. Remembering the last time that she looked through it, that time she had found her letters to Albus tucked among other parchments. Idly she wondered if he still had them.

She started to walk forward to find out but Severus took that time to open the door and there he stood. Her mouth gaped as she took in his attire.

"Oh my…"

He grinned and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and casting a few silencing spells to keep all sound in but not disallow sounds to permeate the door from the nursery. A quick locking and warding of the door was just to ensure that her ‘friends’ wouldn’t interrupt at a bad time.

"I take it you like what you see?" He voiced silkily as he approached, cat-like towards the silent, gape faced woman.

"I… uh…" Hermione’s gaze slid over his sleeping attire and swallowed hard. Oh, If she had only known what was there beneath all that strict, stiff black clothing he wore when teaching. Sure she’d seen him in something similar before, but nothing looked more seductive than the deep, silky cocoa brown sleeping pants he wore. The tie at his waist barely kept them from draping past his hips. His feet, bare of slippers, carried his body over to her and she was forced to raise her hand to his well-toned chest.

He stopped at her touch and looked inquiringly down at her. "Hermione?"

"Wait… just… wait." She whispered and took a step back to look at him again. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her pulse starting to race as she took his image in. Her eyes cast from his bare feet up his cloth-clad legs, up to the waistband of his trousers. Not daring to linger there, she slid her eyes up his chest, noting the crisp curls on his chest. His shoulders were broad. She couldn’t help but to admire him as her vision finally came to rest on his face and his eyes.
She smiled.

Severus stood stock-still, as she looked him over. Just her gaze was enough to effect his body. He felt himself starting to harden as her eyes slid over him. He could see her pulse racing through the pulse point in her throat. If it was in fear or anticipation, he had no idea. But even now, he was willing to stop if she asked. He reached out to her, a hand offering her either assistance or acceptance.

"What are you thinking?" He asked as he watched her fight with her thoughts.

"Just that you look… edible."

His eyes widened at her bold reply. "Oh really?" He fought to choke back the chuckle that wanted to emerge.

"Yeah. I think you planted the chocolate covered bedding and the cocoa colored sleeping pants because you know my obsession with chocolate."

Severus let loose a barrage of laughter at that. He didn’t consciously do that but, thinking about it, perhaps his subconscious had figured it out for him.

Hermione grinned at his bout of laughter, letting it wash over her wariness. She loved it when he laughed. The lines on his face smoothed out and he looked so much younger than his actual years.

Feeling a bit bolder, she stepped closer and placed her right hand on his bare chest. She twirled the sparse hair there between her fingers as they came to rest just above his heart. She could feel the thumping. The fast beating that nearly matched the rapid beats of her own. Feeling bolder, she slid her other hand on his chest and started to caress his pale skin there, not daring to travel far but just feeling her way over his chest.

Severus stood patiently, allowing her to go at her own pace. Her touch was torture but he had been through his fare share of torture. None of it was this pleasurable, though. Just her touch was habit forming. He had to gain control over his thoughts and emotions or else he would end up throwing her onto the bed and taking her right there. That wouldn’t do. He needed to get control. He didn’t want to scare her off even more. He would take it her way. Take it as nice and slow as she wished. He just hoped that she wouldn’t get spooked and stop. He was determined to have her want him as much as he wanted her. He felt his pants tighten as his penis stood at full attention. Gods, if she knew how just her touch made him feel.

Hermione stepped closer. Not daring to look down, she instead looked up into his dark eyes and gasped. The desire there was so intense that the pupils appeared to have dilated until his eyes appeared to be entirely pure black. With her eyes locked onto his, she slid her hands up and over his shoulders, into the hair at the base of his neck.

"Kiss me." She ordered.

With a low moan, he swooped down and captured her lips with his. The kiss was neither gentle nor was it hard. It was near perfect.

‘He tastes of peppermint.’ She thought inwardly as she felt his tongue graze her lips, seeking permission to enter. Her arms tightened around his neck as she opened her mouth to his penetrating tongue. Her knees weakened at the feel of their tongues dancing, tangoing with perfect tempos.

His hand slid from her tangled mop down to stop just at the delicate small of her back. Although she was fully clothed, he could feel her shaking. Whether it was from fear or from desire he couldn’t tell. He needed to get some of the said clothing from her to see her reactions in the flesh.

"I think one of us is severely over dressed." He managed to whisper hoarsely between kisses.

Her reaction wasn’t exactly what he expected. She suddenly released her arms from around his neck and took a step back. His eyes followed her as she stepped towards the bed. Her fingers rose to her blouse and unbuttoned the first button. His attention seemed to be glued to her hands as each button slipped through the buttonhole to reveal a slip of her skin at a time.

He could only watch, bespelled, as she slowly let the blouse fall to the ground. There she stood in a pale peach-laced bra with her demure skirt. As she reached behind her to unzip the skirt, he raised a hand to stop her.

Hermione frowned a bit but her heart skipped when he strode over and knelt down before her. His hands reached up to her hips and turned her around to where her back was facing him. She could feel his fingers on her hips as he slowly ran his hand up and down her backside. Slowly his hands moved upward to touch her bare skin of her back and she hissed when she felt his lips on the small of her back.

She held her breath as she felt his lips move slowly up her back, across her shoulder blades and to the back of her neck. She tilted her head to the side to allow him better access to her throat. He body shuddered as his hand slid around her waist and slipped upward, cupping her breast. She felt the heated flames of his fingers through the nearly sheer fabric of the lace and felt her knees weaken. His arms tightened around her more securely as she leaned back into his body.

"You’re beautiful." His voice lowered and she couldn’t stop the shiver that swept through her spine and sent shock waves to every part of her anatomy. "You are even more beautiful than I could ever imagine."

"Not… beautiful… too… fat." She murmured as she reached down to stop his downward motions. She still felt fat after having Sebastian and felt that her ‘pooch’ would never go away. Damn this baby fat.

"You are not fat, Hermione… you are perfect."

She shook her head and turned slowly in his arms. "I am hardly perfect. My hair is too bushy, my eyes are too wide and my stomach is… well… less than flat."

Severus took a step backwards and let his gaze travel over her body. His eyes burned a trail as they lowered to her belly. His hand tentatively caressed the slight bulge there.

"I never liked skinny women anyway." He teased lightly.

"Well, you have me there. I am hardly skinny."

"You are perfectly proportioned, my love. Not too skinny, not too plump, just the right amount of everything. Including this." His hand squeezed her stomach lovingly.

"Smooth talker." She giggled.

He removed his hand from her stomach and circled her with his arms. She held her breath when she felt the clasp of her bra come undone. The cool air suddenly hit her breasts when he stepped back to allow the tiny bit of fabric to fall down her arms. All at once, she was feeling a bit over-exposed and she found herself crossing her arms across her breasts, shielding them from his curious gaze.

"Hermione?"

"No, just a second, Severus… I’m fine… really…" She managed to smile up at him but he could read the doubt in her eyes. She was spooked again.

"Here, take a seat on the bed. Let’s just slow this down a bit."

"I’m sorry…" She began as he pushed her onto the bedding and took a seat next to her.

"No, this is a very big step in our relationship. I would be a bit worried if you didn’t react like this. Perhaps it’s still a bit to soon."

Hermione’s hand darted out to cover his and she shook her head "No, I want to do this. I need to do this. I have to prove to myself that I can still do this."

Severus’s hand covered her and just squeezed, very lightly. "You don’t have to prove anything, Hermione… to me or to you. What I did to you…"

"I don’t blame you…" Her voice rose an octave in slight fear.

"I know you don’t, but what I did to you back then was something horrific, something terrible. It’s not something that can just be pushed to the side and forgotten. You’ve been through a terrible ordeal and as such have the proper fears to go along with it."

"But I do want you…" Her voice quivered in apologetic sorrow.

"And you will have me, but in stages."

Hermione’s head whipped up at that and her eyes bored into his. "What do you mean… stages?"

Severus’s smile lifted just a bit as his hand reached out to caress her face in his palm. "Baby steps… my love. One step at a time."

Hermione held her breath as he leaned in to kiss her. Once more, his lips were soft and warm against hers. Before she knew it, she was lying back onto the bed with his body barely covering hers. It wasn’t until she felt his hand on her bare breast that she realized that her bra was gone. His fingers kneaded softly, weighing and lifting, caressing lovingly.

A moan slipped from her lips as her fingers wove their way into his hair. She loved the silky feel of his raven locks.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he slowly moved apart from her lips and actually smirked at her. She really wanted to kiss that smirk from his lips but held her tongue as she watched his face, waiting.

"Experimentation." One word left her shivering in anticipation. She held her breath as he lowered his lips to her bared breast. This she could handle. This they’d been through before. A sigh came from her lips as she felt his lips surround her nipple. The electric spark started at the base of her spine and shot like a rocket throughout her entire body. A shiver quickly followed the same path, leaving her breathless.

"Slow… slower…" She managed to gasp out as she found his hands caressing her stomach.

Instantly his hands stilled but his lips still clung onto her nipples. To his delight, he could taste her mother’s milk. Sweet nectar of life she bestowed on their son every day.

Her back arched up, pushing her breast toward him further. A groan came from Severus’s own throat at her involuntary action. Choosing to take that as encouragement he once more started to caress her stomach. His hands reached behind her and slowly lowered the zipper of her skirt. Sliding the fabric down her legs, he quickly disposed of it. Raising up on his haunches, he allowed his gaze to travel over her mostly naked body. In just her peach panties, she couldn’t have looked more desirable.

Her eyes never wavered from his face as he let his gaze wander over her. She had a feeling that he liked what he saw. If what she saw through his silk bottoms were a clue. His gaze swept back up her body to meet her eyes and she gasped when his hands quickly removed the one garment she had left between her and him. She felt a bit self-conscious but was quickly soothed when he lowered himself over her once more and kissed her, deeply.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She replied as his lips once more descended on her burning body.

This time, when she didn’t voice any disapproval, he allowed his hands to travel even further south until he felt the curls just above the juncture of her legs. Here he just simply let his hand stay, not moving. He felt her breath hitch in her chest but he didn’t stop his suckling. Not allowing her time to think, he switched over to her other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as he ravished on her left one. Before long she seemed to forget his hand on her most sensitive spot and opened her legs just slightly, relaxing into the bed. It wasn’t until that point of her relaxing did Severus realize just how tense she really was.

He gave her breast one last suckle before raising his head only to come into contact with her wide-eyed, innocent face. He looked to the side and saw her tiny hands clenched onto the bed linen with a death grip. His right hand left her breast in order to stroke the white knuckled hand.

"I’m not going to hurt you, Love. We are simply exploring each other. Nothing more than you want to happen will happen tonight." To his relief, he watched her grip on the sheets relax. It wasn’t until she had let her arms go around his shoulder that he felt assured to go on. "Just relax and let me please you."

Hermione could only nod, not trusting her voice to find the actual words she wanted to cry out. His mouth lowered once more to capture her sensitive nipple and she wound her hand once more into his hair, pressing him closer to her. She felt his hand slide further down and held her breath. While he lavished her breast with his mouth, his hand sought out her other regions. Without warning or reason she felt her breath speed up but, determined to see it through, she allowed her legs to fall open a little bit more, allowing him better access to her inner being.

Severus moaned deeply in his chest as he slowly skimmed over her curls to rub against her nether lips. He felt her chest heave and her body shiver in anticipation as he slowly wiggled his finger between the slick folds and slowly stroked her.

"God…" She moaned.

"Just enjoy…" He lifted his head from her breast and watched her face as he stroked her. Her eyes were closed and her breath came in waves of deep breathing. He didn’t know if it was because of her desires or of her fears.

Her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate on what he was doing to her. Deep inside of her chest, she could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat; she could taste it in her throat. But below, where she once claimed to never let another man go... she was a ball of jelly.

When she felt him sliding down her body she quickly snatched out a hand and grabbed a handful of his hair. His soothing voice calmed her down slightly, but her agitation had her squirming beneath him.

What was he going to… do?…

"Oh!" She nearly sat straight up in bed at the unexpected sensation.

Severus couldn’t restrain the chuckle at her response as he gently tugged at her legs, forcing her to lie back down.

"Lie back love and enjoy this. I think you will find it very stimulating." He ducked his head back to between her legs. Before him lay the treasure of his long desired dreams. Ever since his had taken her forcibly, he had dreamed of doing things right by her. He knew that, with the way he'd taken her back then, there was no way in hell that she'd even remotely enjoyed it. This time around, he was determined to give her the pleasure that he had been forced to deny her in the past. This time, he would do right by her.

He circled his arms around her thighs from underneath and used his fingers to part her folds. Just the sight of her flower had his juices flowing and his erection thumping painfully against the silk of his trousers. He could feel the trembling in her legs as he dipped his head and breathed in the aroma of her musk. Tentatively, he flicked his tongue over her clit. She gave a startled yelp but didn’t try to sit up again. After a moment or two, he flicked her again. The sound that came from her this time was more of a cross between a moan and a squeak. It was very sexy to his ears

Hermione’s mind was a mad chaos of thoughts and emotions. Her body was screaming out for the pleasure Severus was bestowing upon her, but her mind was screaming that she should be fighting this. Mind and body were not cooperating at all and it was starting to conflict with her senses. Her legs wanted to fall apart and let him do whatever he wanted to do, but her conscious wouldn’t allow it. She could feel his lips on her most private places and she struggled to keep her legs just barely open. What he was doing felt wonderful, but for some reason she wasn’t allowing herself to enjoy it completely.

Feeling the tension radiating off her and conflicting with her obvious enjoyment, Severus raised his head to see the look on her face. Her eyes were closed, clenched tight. He sighed inward as he realized that she just wasn’t able to fully enjoy it.

"Perhaps if we… change tactics a bit, things will progress." He suggested as he knelt over her, forgoing his attempt to pleasure her.

Her eyes snapped open and a look of sadness crossed her features. "I’m sorry, Severus… I am trying."

He reached out, took her hand in his, and pulled her up into his embrace. "I know you are, love. But even I can see that it is taking a toll on you. I think we need to try something else."

"Like what?" Her voice quivered as she allowed her head to rest on his bare chest. "I really want to do this, Severus…"

"Lets do something else." He suggested as he scooted to the other end of the bed, leaving Hermione to look at him with a questioning gaze.

"What are you doing?" She asked as he moved up on his knees and placed his fingers at the waistband of his bottoms.

"I think you fear me. I think you need to see what you are afraid of."

Hermione’s eyes widened at the implications of his words, her lips suddenly very dry. Her tongue flashed out to wet them as she watched. "You think that will help? Me seeing you?"

"Think about it, Hermione. I have seen every inch of you, tasted you just now, but you have never seen me. I think you need to be… desensitized."

Hermione’s brain wrapped around that word before nodding her head in agreement. "Okay, that makes sense." She scooted towards the headboard and watched him.

Severus grinned as he slid his pants down and off. His erection sprang free, standing at attention. He heard her gasp and locked his eyes on her. Her own eyes locked onto his shaft.

"It looks…painful. Does it hurt?" her timid voice asked.

"Not exactly. There is a pressure like pain but nothing severe. It’s not something that I can’t control."

Her eyes flicked up to his before dropping back down to his shaft. Her intense gaze caused it to twitch. The movement put a smile on her face.

"It moves on its own."

"Sometimes. Reflex actions, you know."

Hermione nodded as she watched him. His penis was fairly large, hard and purple. It looked angry to her eyes.

"It looks scary." She admitted softly.

"It’s not. It only wants to please you."

"We are talking about it like it’s a person." She chucked in amusement. "This is a very strange conversation."

"It is, but it’s necessary. You needed to see that it’s just another part of me. It doesn’t do anything without my say so or without your say so."

Hermione nodded and dropped her eyes back to him. "Can I touch it?"

A knot formed in his chest at her words and he only nodded in response. Timidly, she crawled across the bed and knelt before him. Her complete attention on his twitching shaft. Severus held his breath as her fingers slowly reached out and touched the mushroomed head. He took in a deep hitch of breath and she quickly pulled her hand away.

"Its okay, Love…it was an involuntary action. Try again."

She gave him a look crossed between embarrassment and shyness as her hand reached down once more and touched him. Hermione’s curiosity got the best of her and she found herself being bolder than she thought possible.

Severus’ breath threatened to come out in a rush of air but he didn’t want to frighten her off again. Besides her touch was the sweetest caress he had ever felt. He found himself barely able to keep his eyes open to watch her exploration of his manhood.

Hermione's eyes were full of curiosity. She found herself wanting deeply to witness the flush in his face that reflected the pleasure he received from her ministrations. She leaned forward to get more comfortable, which allowed her hand to fully encircle his shaft. It was an amazing feeling. How could something so soft be so hard? It almost felt like rubber wrapped around a steel bar. Well, not quite rubber. At least, it didn’t really feel like rubber, but more like…

She paused in her estimation and looked up at him. Her breath hitched as she took in his reddened face. His eyes stared at her with such passion that it nearly sent her scurrying back across the bed towards the headboard. The smile on his face stopped her from retreating. She had never seen him this way except when he was in deep concentration brewing his potions. He had such deep passion that it did scare her. Though she was still afraid of what her mind thought might happen between them, with the memory of the pain was still very fresh in her mind, Hermione was able to pull to the surface some of the pleasurable feelings he'd given her only moments ago. Though her head screamed that he would hurt her again, her body thrummed with the knowledge that pain did not always accompany an intimate touch. Her very center pulsed slowly, letting her know that she wouldn't constantly be pushing his advances to the side. The little bit of her mind that was capable of rational thought told her quite insistently that, if he was able to draw some sort of wonderful feeling from her with his mouth, she should be able to do the same to him.

Working on that assumption, Hermione leaned down and dropped a very soft, almost non-existent kiss on the head of his pulsing erection. It jerked in her grasp and the movement was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath from above her. She braved a look up at Severus' face while she leaned in to kiss the weeping head again. His eyes slid shut as he groaned his hands fisted tightly at his sides. Giddy with the knowledge that she had brought that reaction about, she moved in to apply further caresses to his swollen length. She hoped that, despite her lack of knowledge, she could perhaps give him the pleasure she thought he so richly deserved.

She knew the basics from eavesdropping on her roommates over the years. She knew that the penis was very sensitive and would respond to the barest of touches. Just to test that theory, she darted her tongue out and flicked it over the tip. Another hiss of escaping air alerted her to the fact that her assumptions were correct. Also, that little flick of the tongue picked up something, a thickish, salty tasting substance. She allowed her taste buds to examine the new flavor and decided that it wasn’t a bad one. It was an interesting texture, but it was just a taste. She wanted a more in depth research. With that in mind, she closed her eyes to get the full feeling of what she was doing.

Above her, Severus’ heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. Little did Hermione know, it was taking all his will power not to delve deep into her throat. Her touches and licks had him so hard that if he didn’t take care of himself soon, he feared permanent damage. His eyes flew open when he felt the warmth of her tongue caress him. Looking downward, he inhaled suddenly to see her pink flesh caress the tip of him slowly, almost as if she was testing his taste. It had to be the most erotic sight in his life. Never again would there be anything else that embodied love more than that image. If he died tomorrow, he knew that he would finally die a happy man.

At least, that’s what he thought at that exact moment in time. Of course his mind changed when he felt the warmth encircle him.

Hermione’s experiment with the taste of his pre-cum was done and examined and, finding it to her liking, she felt bolder. She grasped him gently at the base and, taking a deep breath, she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. Never in her life had she ever had something so big in there. Her teeth accidentally scraped against his sensitive flesh and a deep hiss came from him. She started to backtrack, thinking that she'd hurt him when his hand darted out and took a handful of her hair, silently urging her to continue. Deciding to take that as encouragement, she settled herself into focusing on what she was doing. The hand in her hair caressed the curve of her skull as she allowed him to sink deeper into her moist mouth. She didn’t really know what to do but she did know that there had to be movement. And despite the fact that it was called a ‘blow job’; she did know that there was no ‘blowing’ involved. It was more of a sucking action. Keeping that thought in mind, she slowly raised her head, sucking gently as his organ slid from her mouth. The low groan from above her told her that her assumptions were indeed correct. Glad that she was doing it right, Hermione leaned forward and applied her new knowledge to the best possible use.

Severus’ mind was blown along with his body. Hermione was taking to fellatio like a baby to a mother’s breast. The fear and apprehension seemed to seep from her as she conducted her experiments on his willing body. He reveled in the feel of her mouth surrounding his shaft, the warmth of her moist wetness gliding along his heated flesh. He could only image that the one thing that would be better than this would be to sink himself deep into her. Taking her, and making her his.

The thought of her beneath him, screaming out her pleasure, her legs wrapped around his waist, or better yet, around his neck had him bucking beneath her. His hand quickly jerked her head from him just before he ejected.

The surprise of being forcibly pulled from him confused Hermione. She opened to mouth to ask what was wrong when she felt a warm substance dribbling down onto her hand. Her eyes fastened on the small stream of cum that flowed like lava from the slit of his beautiful cock.

"Pump it…" He whispered hoarsely from above.

Doing as he asked, she continued to move her hand. She watched in fascination as, with each upward stroke, more of his essence erupted. After a few hand movements, Severus reached down and stopped her ministrations. Her eyes met his and she felt a blush rush up her neck. She was both mortified and proud of what she had just accomplished. She had just brought the man she loved to climax.

Severus reached down, ran a hand through her hair and cupped her face with his palm. "That was bloody brilliant." He smiled down at her, using her best friend’s favorite saying.

Hermione’s reaction was to giggle and shake her head at him. "I take it that I did it correctly then?"

"I would give you an Outstanding, if it didn’t make me feel like a pervert."

Hermione chuckled and slid up to lie next to him. Their nude bodies warm from the exertion and tingling from anticipation and action. "I didn’t think I would enjoy doing that. I’ve heard others complain that their boyfriends ‘make’ them do it. I must admit that I had my doubts about how pleasant it could be.

"Some women don’t like performing fellatio." Severus spoke softly, pulling her close against him. "They feel that it’s demeaning."

"I don’t see why. I mean, it’s not demeaning to you to…uh…pleasure us in the same way. Why should it be demeaning for us to…uh…reciprocate?"

"Only you would take this and examine it from both angles." Severus teased lightly. "But…if you remember, I was unable to completely satisfy you."

Hermione’s eyes glittered. "Are you saying that it’s my turn again?"

"If you are willing."

Hermione reached down and stroked him. "I think I have been desensitized enough. Besides, it may be a bit before you are ready for me again."

Severus’s grin widened as he moved to hover over her. "Not as long as you seem to think, Beloved."

Hermione’s responding words were whisked away as he bent over her spread legs and she felt his lips on her again.

"Oh…Gods…YES!"


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more A/N’s: Hehehe…hope you don’t hate me for this ending…(ducking behind computer chair)

Acknowledgements:

June W: I don’t know if I want to reveal who the baby’s real father is. It may just be a passing revelation at the end of the story. I don’t know yet. Only time will tell.

Ashley Snape: In my eyes, Ron was never bad. I love his character.

Ladyevilfaerie: Thanks hon. I hope to have more coming up after this one, (are you related to Ladydeathfaerie???LOL)

((Ladydeathfaerie meet Ladyevilfaerie…Ladyevilfaerie this is Ladydeathfaerie…LOL…I love it))

Ldf: You know I couldn’t do this without you, dearest. (Did you see your sister? Ladyevilfaerie??? LOL)

Toolazytologin: OK OK OK OK

Amanda Rose: I don’t plan on abandoning this story. I will end it.

Eve/roarke: Thanks for the complement. I have a habit of talking the dialogue out loud to see how it flows. It drives my boyfriend mad though. LOL

Lady Tigresa: I can safely say, that yes…I do believe that Ron and Pansy get together. I don’t think that’s much of a secret now.

Susan: I hope this was enough to keep you reading for a while more? LOL

BrianDarksoul: LOL. I’ll do what I can. A Crucio up the Dark Lord’s ass…LOVE that.

Midnight Tiger: Aww…Thanks hon. Hope you liked this chapter.

SpiritOfLupin: You read all 35 chapters in ONE sitting? I hope you had a nice padded chair. As for my muse, I’m currently seeking a new one.

BotticellisAngel: More is coming up soon.

StarwolfRealms: I’m glad you didn’t have to wait to long for the last chapter. I hope it wasn’t to long this time either. I had some trouble with the smut. Your story sounds fascinating. If you can give me a link I’d love to go and read it.

Snapesangel: Hey, thanks. Glowing reviews from favorite writers of mine always makes my day!

Erin: I hope you don’t lose total interest in this story. I am hoping to finish it off soon now that I have got things back in perspective. Please keep reading.

Miari: I think Ron and Pansy have a lot to think about in the future, rather it’s marriage or not is up to them. I am just the writer. Hope you liked the splash of lemonade in this chapter. As for the coffins, Hermione accidentally summoned them without knowing why, It was never discussed again. Perhaps I need to bring that issue back up again. Hum…
Ruoko Katsuya: LOL…hope you read fast!!!

Tabby: I like to think that all bad guys aren’t BAD guys if you know what I mean. They have the bad boy image, but there is always a soft spot somewhere. They just had to find the reason to bring their good side out.

Wakhiza: Thanks, more is coming soon…I hope.

Cdj: Soon, real soon.

Jan: Aww…sorry I’m late. I will try not to wait so long next time.

BertMC: Things will come to a head soon. Just keep reading.