Misjudged

Misjudged

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Summary: Everything starts the last week of Hermione’s 7th year. Both she and Snape find out they have both misjudged each other. As the war draws to a close will romance blossom? Or will their pasts interfere? R/R

Chapter 3- Confession of Love

Hermione spent her time divided between training with D.A. and now the Order and aurors and working on her apprenticeship. Harry and Ron still weren’t talking to her, which really didn’t bother her. She was sitting in her room reading when there was a knock at her door.

“Come in.” she called out.

The door opened and reveled Severus. Hermione smiled as she marked her place and put away her book.

“Hello Professor Snape. Did you need something?” Hermione asked.

“I was hoping we could talk.” Severus answered.

“Sure. Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked.

“I could go for a Scotch, but tea will do.” he answered.

Hermione walked over to a small cabinet, pulled out two crystal tumblers and a bottle of Scotch. She filled the tumblers and handed one to Severus, who looked a little surprised.

“Don’t be so surprised. If you had paid attention, you would have known that because of my use of the time turner I’m now twenty-two. But, somehow I’m not surprised you didn’t know that.” she said as she sat across from him in a chair.

“What did you want to talk about?” Hermione asked as she took a sip of her Scotch.

“This is a good brand. I wanted to talk about what happened last week when we ran into each other. I mean that kiss.” Severus answered.

“That. Well, I have a confession. I had a crush on you starting my fifth year. By my last year that crush had turned into something more. I fell in love with you professor. I never told you. I figured, that there is a good chance one or both of us could die in the final battle, I should tell you. That way, at least you knew that someone loved you and you weren’t alone.” Hermione explained.

Severus sat there. He never expected this. He really didn’t know what to say. He took a deep swallow of his drink. He took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“I don’t know what to say Miss Granger. I mean, I admire your talent, your sharp mind and you are very beautiful. What do you expect from me?” he asked.

“I expect nothing. I just wanted you to know my feelings. So you wouldn’t feel alone. I know you have spent the past twenty years trying to make up for the mistakes of your youth. You’ve repaid your debt sir. Because of your sacrifices, you have saved so many lives. We owe you so much. You deserve the chance to have a life that is yours and yours alone.” she answered as she reached over and placed her hand on his knee.

Severus sat his tumbler on the side table, reached over, grabbed Hermione, pulled him to her and kissed her. The kiss was slow, gentle and passionate. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers in his hair. After about five minutes they pulled away for air.

“I never knew you were such a good kisser.” she said slyly.

Severus smiled and captured her lips once more. Two hours later found Severus holding Hermione in his arms, both laying on the couch.

“What happens now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. But whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” he answered.

“You’d better go. As much as I would love for you to stay here, it would probably be best if you leave. I’ll see you at training.” Hermione said.

“You’re right. As always. Sleep well. Hermione.” Severus replied.

Hermione walked him to the door, they shared a tender kiss, then she headed back inside wearing a smile. She quickly changed and climbed into her bed. Severus made his way to his rooms in a daze. He still couldn’t believe that Hermione Granger loved him. But what did he feel for her?

She was beautiful, brilliant, funny. But did he love her? He knew was attracted to her, but did the attraction run deeper than just lust? He changed for bed and fell asleep as his subconscious began sorting through his feelings toward Hermione. That night Hermione and Severus had the same dream. One of them together, making love all night long. One that both wished to come true.

The training continued. It was now the day before Voldemort was to attack. Albus stood in the Great Hall before the Order, the D.A. and the aurors.

“You have all made wonderful progress. You are as trained and as ready as you will ever be. Everyone has their orders and what roles they are to play in the battle tomorrow. I want all of you to take the day off from training today. Spend it with your families, loved ones or whatever you feel will calm you before battle. Everyone is to meet back here tomorrow morning at 10:30. Everyone dismissed.” Albus said.

Hermione started to leave when Ron and Harry blocked her path.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I think we need to talk.” Harry said.

“Fine. Talk.” Hermione said.

“We need to know if you will be standing beside Harry and I tomorrow?” Ron asked.

“No.” she answered.

“What?” the both cried.

“You heard me. I will be with Madame Pomfrey, Draco and Professor Snape. We will be making sure no one is to get inside the school.” Hermione replied.

“You four alone? You won’t stand a chance.” Ron said.

“There will be Order members and aurors with us. If that is all, then I’d say we’re done here. See you tomorrow.” Hermione said as she turned and started to walk away.

“You really have given up on us haven’t you Hermione? I thought we would always stand together.” Harry asked.

“You’re wrong Harry. I haven’t given up on anything. Except maybe our friendship and that wasn’t my doing. You two made the decision for me. Good bye.” Hermione answered and walked away.

Severus had watched and heard the exchange. He was shocked at how her former friends were treating her. He waited till Harry and Ron left the left as well. He made his way to his rooms. He had just sat down with a glass of Scotch when there was a knock on his door.

“Enter!” he called out.

“Hi.”

Severus spun around. There was Hermione. He sat his glass down and walked over to her. He took her hand and walked her over to the couch.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Well, Albus said to spend this time with family or loved ones. I have no family anymore. So I figured I would see if you wanted to spend this day together. If you want to.” Hermione answered.

Severus answered her. With a kiss. They came apart and simply held each other. After Hermione confessed her love for him, she had sent a letter telling him that she would not rush a decision out of him. She would wait. He had finally came to a decision regarding his feelings toward Hermione Granger.

“Hermione, what do you say we get out of here?” he asked.

“Sure.” she answered.

Severus took her hand and lead her to the fireplace. He grabbed some floo powder, took her in his arms and called out the destination.

“Paradise.” Severus said.

The couple shot out of the fireplace in a large sitting room. Severus pulled out his wand and lit the candles all throughout the room. Hermione took in her surroundings. The room was beautiful. The walls were covered in tapestries of fine silk, paintings of landscapes done by both muggle and wizard artists. The furniture was a dark mahogany. Over all the room felt lived in and homely.

“It’s beautiful. Where are we though?” Hermione asked.

“This is my home. After my mother died and my father was sent to Azkaban I sold the family manor and bought this place. I come here when I need to think or be alone. I usually come here in the summer, but didn’t the past two years for obvious reasons.” Severus answered.

Severus watched as Hermione walked around the room admiring the furnishings. He smiled as she fingered the painting of a the Parthenon in Greece.

“This is beautiful. Who painted it?” she asked.

“I did.” he answered.

“Really? It’s wonderful. Did you paint any others?” she asked.

“Yes. Several. Come on, I want to show you the gardens.” He said as he took her hand.

Severus lead her through the large, spacious home and through a pair of double French doors. Hermione gasped as she saw the extensive rose garden. It was beautiful. Rose of every shape, size and color surrounded her. Severus smiled as he took her arm in his and began walking through the maze like garden. They stopped at a bench that was placed in front of a statue fountain of Ares, Athena, and Hestia.

“I take it you like Greek mythology.” she stated.

“Yes. Those three are my favorites. The God of War, Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of the home and hearth.” he said.

“Interesting choices. I understand Ares and Athena, but why Hestia?” she asked.

“Well, I didn’t have a happy childhood. Hestia represented everything that was pure about mortals. She also controlled the elements and watched over the mothers of earth. In Roman mythology she is known as Vesta. I hoped, when I was younger, that one day I would meet a woman who represented the same things she did.” he answered.

“Oh.” she said.

“Hermione. I had given up the idea of marrying and having a family. That was until you confessed your love for me. You are everything I ever wanted in a woman. I have made my decision regarding us. I love you. And I want us to be together.” Severus said as he took her hand in his.

“You have me Severus.” Hermione whispered as she leaned over and kissed him.

Severus gathered her into his arms and pulled her into his lap. Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened. Severus held Hermione as tight and as close to him as he could. Severus removed his lips only to attack her delicate neck.

“Severus.” Hermione whispered.

Severus slowly began to unbutton her blouse while at the same time, Hermione was busy undoing his as well. Within minutes their shirts, Hermione’s bra and their shoes and socks were dropped to the grass. Severus moved them from the bench to the grass.

“You are so beautiful.” he whispered.

“Make love to me Severus.” she whispered.

Severus gathered her tightly in his arms. In the blink of an eye they were in Severus’s bedroom. Severus gently released Hermione so she could look around the room. Hermione took in the sight of the room around her.

Hermione looked around. The room was large. The windows were draped in sheer emerald green curtains. There was a black and white marble fireplace against the back wall. There were more tapestries on the walls along with two paintings.

The part that was the most inviting was the bed. It was a King-size four poster bed with bed hangings made of silver. The bed posts were carved with figures of Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.

Hermione smiled as she walked over and stood in front of the bed. Smiling seductively at Severus she slowly began removing the remainder of her clothes. Severus could only watch as her body was slowly reveled to him. Hermione pushed the curtains aside and moved up the bed and propped herself against his pillows.

“You going to stand there or join me?” she asked.

Severus wasted no time. Within a minutes he was naked and climbing into the bed with Hermione. Their lips met. Severus quickly covered her body with his. Hermione’s arms and legs wrapped around his waist and shoulders.

“You feel so good Hermione.” he whispered.

“Mmm. So do you.” she sighed.

Severus moved one of his hands down her body. It quickly found her center. He was pleased to find she was ready and waiting for him. Slowly, his index finger began moving against her. Hermione’s hips bucked against his finger.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes. More.” she answered.

As Severus continued his ministrations, one of her hands found his hardening member and began pumping it. Both were sighing at the pleasure they were giving each other. Severus added a second finger as his fingers entered her.

“Severus. So good.” she sighed.

“Oh Hermione.” he moaned.

Severus began moving his fingers faster in and out of her. She was crying out his names after only a few more moves of his fingers. Before she even relaxed, he was positioned and with one quick thrust, was buried to the hilt inside of her.

“Hermione!”

“Severus!”

They paused to savor their joining. Hermione rocked her hips against his. Severus gasped and began to thrust slowly and firmly into her. Hermione moaned and dug her finger nails into his shoulder. Their lips met once more. This time the kiss was slow, loving and heated. Their lips and tongue mimicking their lower bodies.

“SO good. Oh Severus. Don’t stop.” Hermione gasped as he shifted his angle.

“Gods above Hermione. You’re so tight. Feels so good.” Severus moaned as he began to suckle on her neck.

Hermione surprised him by using her body weight to roll them over. She was now on top and in control. She smiled wickedly at him as she began to rise, fall and wiggle on him. All Severus could do was thrust his head back against the pillows and moan.

“You like that? My dark warrior. You’re mine Severus. Mine and mine alone.” she asked.

“Yes! Only yours! Don’t…dear Merlin…stop!” Severus cried.

Hermione knew he was close. So was she. Before she could quicken her pace, Severus rolled them over yet again. Without hesitating he began to pound into her. Hermione cried out in ecstasy. Dragging her nails down his back. Matching his pace with ease.

“SO close. Please!” she moaned.

“I know. Come on Hermione. Come for me.” he moaned.

“HERMIONE!”

“SEVERUS!”

The couple collapsed onto the bed trembling and holding each other tightly. Slowly Severus withdrew from her, rolled onto his back and pulled Hermione even tighter into his embrace.

“Mmmm. That was amazing.” she whispered.

“Yeah. You know, I just might have to add Aphrodite to my list of favorite Greek Gods.” he replied.

“Why is that?” Hermione asked.

“Because she brought you to me.” Severus answered as he covered her lips with his.

They rested for an hour then started all over again. The rest of the day they spent most of it in bed. Both were scared about what the morning would bring. Both knowing that one or both of them would or could be killed. When they finally fell asleep for the night, it was together and wrapped tightly in each others arms.

T.B.C