Behind a Death Eater's Mask
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Chapter 4
A/N:
I do not own any Harry Potter Characters.
Sorry for the long wait. There's just too much to do before x-mas. Anyway, here's the last chapter. I hope you like it. =) By the way thank you for all the great reviews!
~Chapter 4~
Hermione lingered there, in that soft kiss, fear beginning to rise within her as she realized that he would more than likely never let "them" be. Without any kind of indication he suddenly leaned forward deepening the kiss. His arms wrapped around her small frame as his tongue darted into her mouth and she heedlessly returned the favor. He slipped his hands down her thin, sheer night gown, placing them on her rear and with one swift, easy, motion picked her up from his desk. She let out a quiet squeek of surprise as he easily lifted her in his arms, her long legs wrapping haphazardly around him. Even though it was dim in his office he effortlessly made his way through the clutter to the door opposite the one that led to the his classroom, never breaking their feverish kiss.
He pressed the door open into his private rooms and made his way to his bed. As he sat her on the edge his hands went to the bottom of her short, nightgown. He rubbed light circles on the inside of her thigh with his thumb, before slowly continuing upward. He pushed the silky fabric up her slender figure, stopping only once he reached one of the soft ample mounds hidden beneath. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned into his mouth. He began kneeding her breast gently causing her to squirm as she uncontrollably inched her way closer to him until her sensitive core pressed against the rough fabric of his pants. She slowly began to grind against him as her hands searched eagerly, trying to rid him of his layers of clothes. Her unschooled fingers found the latch to his cloak and released it. He then shrugged, allowing it to pool at his feet as she began to work on his long line of buttons of his coat, fumbling with her inexperience. Her frustration took the better of her as she roughly ripped the rest of the buttons from his coat. He chuckled softly, deep in his chest. Her urgency pressing him, he pulled back from her, breaking their kiss. Pulling her nightgown the rest of the way up and over her head he tossed it carelessly onto the foot of his bed. Hermione blushed but did not move to cover herself, she was ready to share her body him. Snape began unbuttoning his shirt and had barely finished before she reached up and pushed it off his shoulders. The way her hands timidly touched his bare flesh and the soft blush on her cheeks reminded him just how inexperienced she still was and it made him question whether he had made the right decision. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her bare flesh to his. She began to trail light kisses up his neck, he could feel her warm breath on his ear as she leaned further into him.
With her voice barely audible she whispered "Please, Severus. I need you."
Of all the things that could have come out of her mouth, he had not expected that one utterance. It proved to be all he had needed, all his doubts and fears fled him at that moment. He paused in shock for only one moment before he quickly captured her mouth once again, this time in a more carnal nature. Lips and hands began to wander frantically, staking claim to any bare flesh that could be found, every inch being explored. Hermione let her finger tips glide down his chest to his flat, hard stomach, past his belly button through his dusting of soft, black, hair until she reached the top of his pants. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he lightly rubbed her erect nipples with his calloused thumbs. Her body arced into his as she ineptly began working on the button of his pants, until it was free of the loop and with complete satisfaction she undid his zipper and shyly dipped her finger below the band of his black, boxers just barely grazing the tip of his arousal. She was rewarded with a deep, gruff, surprised groan. With renewed determination she reached into his boxers and carefully pulled his full length free. She began to stroke him slowly at first but as his hips pressed more urgently into her hand she picked up speed. His groans became louder and their kiss became more heated, their breathing was becoming ragged. He took his hand from her heaving chest, skimmed over her satin panties and placed one of his fingers on her sensitive bud at the apex of her legs. She was in awe at the sensations he coud create as his long, slender fingers slid across her most intimate areas. She purred contently.
With all the will power he could muster, he pulled away from her trying to catch his breath, and stablize his legs long enough to move her. She looked up at him with confusion until he picked her up and laid her down in the middle of his bed. Her head was now resting on his soft, green and silver pillows. He pulled the remainder of his clothes off and let them fall in a pile on the floor at his feet.
. He climbed onto the bed, spread her legs and kneeled between them, starting at her feet he slowly and lightly drug his nails up her bare skin raising goosebumps as he went. Once he reached the swell of her chest he paused, holding himself up on his elbows, his form hovered only inches above her. She could feel the heat from his body where his hips rested on hers and the gentle prod of his shaft against her satin panties. He took one of her pert nipples into his mouth and began to suck slowly, pulling and nipping. A moan escaped her lips as she slid her hand down between them until she reached his shaft. She ran her fingers up and down his smooth, silky length and then took hold of him and began to stroke him as she had before. His resolve was being destroyed by the Know-It-All Gryffindor and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He deftly found the bows on her panties that held the small piece of fabric to her body and quickly released them. He began to trail kissses up her chest and as he leaned forward and gently bit where her neck and shoulder met, the head of his shaft pressed against her opening once again. This time there was no barrier and when he came in contact with her slick, heated flesh a moan escaped from deep in his chest. He knew he would not be able to keep himself at bay much longer.
"Please, Severus."
Her hot breath upon his ear and her voice, husky from desire was his undoing. In that instance he submerged himself deeply inside her. She was so tight, and hot he felt like he would lose his mind. He waited for her to tell him to stop, waiting for the inevitable but it never came. He listened to her breathing, deep and uneven. He experimentally pulled out and slipped back in, causing her to gasp at the sensation this one small movement caused. She tangled her hands in his hair as she pulled him closer and kissed him. Their tongues battled as she began to thrust her hips up into him, searching for what her body desired. She was unaware of what it was exactly but her body moved of its own volition granting her some relief but it was not enough, this caused her to let out a small grunt of frustration. He understood the small sound she had issued instantly and he quickly complied to her unspoken command. He shifted his weight slightly for better leverage and then he began to thrust in and out of her tight sheath. Hermione's hands wandered about his body, not having a specific destination but more of a need just to feel and claim all that was him.
Severus pushed himself to a sitting position taking her with him. His legs were pulled up beneath himself and he now had Hermione placed easily in his lap with her long legs wrapped about his waist. He kissed her again before firmly taking hold of her backside and using it as leverage to lift her up and down on his shaft. She leaned her head back letting her long curls sweep across her back and his legs.
Every movement, every sound was sending them closer to spiralling out of control and as he pumped in and out of her their movements became more frantic. Her nails dug long red lines into his back and his fingers were more than likely causing bruises on her fragile skin but neither noticed nor cared. All that mattered in that one fleeting moment was their impending release.
She was the first as her loud moans echoed off the stone walls of his private chambers. Her body began to constrict as the first waves of ecstasy hit her. As her walls clenched around him, milking him, he felt his own release quickly follow. He blindly held onto her as his own body spasmed in the throes of passion, spilling his seed into her.
Exhausted, Severus laid her back gently on the bed. Once he himself got situated beside her she stretched herself out beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Shorty after she fell asleep pressed against him from forehead to toe.
For a long moment Severus lay awake looking down at the sleeping woman he had taken to bed with him. If someone had told him that in the Golden Trio's final year he would end up in bed with the Gryffindor Know-It-All he would have laughed them right out of Hogwarts. But here she lay in all her beauty and he couldn't fathom being any where but right here.
I do not own any Harry Potter Characters.
Sorry for the long wait. There's just too much to do before x-mas.
~Chapter 4~
Hermione lingered there, in that soft kiss, fear beginning to rise within her as she realized that he would more than likely never let "them" be. Without any kind of indication he suddenly leaned forward deepening the kiss. His arms wrapped around her small frame as his tongue darted into her mouth and she heedlessly returned the favor. He slipped his hands down her thin, sheer night gown, placing them on her rear and with one swift, easy, motion picked her up from his desk. She let out a quiet squeek of surprise as he easily lifted her in his arms, her long legs wrapping haphazardly around him. Even though it was dim in his office he effortlessly made his way through the clutter to the door opposite the one that led to the his classroom, never breaking their feverish kiss.
He pressed the door open into his private rooms and made his way to his bed. As he sat her on the edge his hands went to the bottom of her short, nightgown. He rubbed light circles on the inside of her thigh with his thumb, before slowly continuing upward. He pushed the silky fabric up her slender figure, stopping only once he reached one of the soft ample mounds hidden beneath. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned into his mouth. He began kneeding her breast gently causing her to squirm as she uncontrollably inched her way closer to him until her sensitive core pressed against the rough fabric of his pants. She slowly began to grind against him as her hands searched eagerly, trying to rid him of his layers of clothes. Her unschooled fingers found the latch to his cloak and released it. He then shrugged, allowing it to pool at his feet as she began to work on his long line of buttons of his coat, fumbling with her inexperience. Her frustration took the better of her as she roughly ripped the rest of the buttons from his coat. He chuckled softly, deep in his chest. Her urgency pressing him, he pulled back from her, breaking their kiss. Pulling her nightgown the rest of the way up and over her head he tossed it carelessly onto the foot of his bed. Hermione blushed but did not move to cover herself, she was ready to share her body him. Snape began unbuttoning his shirt and had barely finished before she reached up and pushed it off his shoulders. The way her hands timidly touched his bare flesh and the soft blush on her cheeks reminded him just how inexperienced she still was and it made him question whether he had made the right decision. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her bare flesh to his. She began to trail light kisses up his neck, he could feel her warm breath on his ear as she leaned further into him.
With her voice barely audible she whispered "Please, Severus. I need you."
Of all the things that could have come out of her mouth, he had not expected that one utterance. It proved to be all he had needed, all his doubts and fears fled him at that moment. He paused in shock for only one moment before he quickly captured her mouth once again, this time in a more carnal nature. Lips and hands began to wander frantically, staking claim to any bare flesh that could be found, every inch being explored. Hermione let her finger tips glide down his chest to his flat, hard stomach, past his belly button through his dusting of soft, black, hair until she reached the top of his pants. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he lightly rubbed her erect nipples with his calloused thumbs. Her body arced into his as she ineptly began working on the button of his pants, until it was free of the loop and with complete satisfaction she undid his zipper and shyly dipped her finger below the band of his black, boxers just barely grazing the tip of his arousal. She was rewarded with a deep, gruff, surprised groan. With renewed determination she reached into his boxers and carefully pulled his full length free. She began to stroke him slowly at first but as his hips pressed more urgently into her hand she picked up speed. His groans became louder and their kiss became more heated, their breathing was becoming ragged. He took his hand from her heaving chest, skimmed over her satin panties and placed one of his fingers on her sensitive bud at the apex of her legs. She was in awe at the sensations he coud create as his long, slender fingers slid across her most intimate areas. She purred contently.
With all the will power he could muster, he pulled away from her trying to catch his breath, and stablize his legs long enough to move her. She looked up at him with confusion until he picked her up and laid her down in the middle of his bed. Her head was now resting on his soft, green and silver pillows. He pulled the remainder of his clothes off and let them fall in a pile on the floor at his feet.
. He climbed onto the bed, spread her legs and kneeled between them, starting at her feet he slowly and lightly drug his nails up her bare skin raising goosebumps as he went. Once he reached the swell of her chest he paused, holding himself up on his elbows, his form hovered only inches above her. She could feel the heat from his body where his hips rested on hers and the gentle prod of his shaft against her satin panties. He took one of her pert nipples into his mouth and began to suck slowly, pulling and nipping. A moan escaped her lips as she slid her hand down between them until she reached his shaft. She ran her fingers up and down his smooth, silky length and then took hold of him and began to stroke him as she had before. His resolve was being destroyed by the Know-It-All Gryffindor and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He deftly found the bows on her panties that held the small piece of fabric to her body and quickly released them. He began to trail kissses up her chest and as he leaned forward and gently bit where her neck and shoulder met, the head of his shaft pressed against her opening once again. This time there was no barrier and when he came in contact with her slick, heated flesh a moan escaped from deep in his chest. He knew he would not be able to keep himself at bay much longer.
"Please, Severus."
Her hot breath upon his ear and her voice, husky from desire was his undoing. In that instance he submerged himself deeply inside her. She was so tight, and hot he felt like he would lose his mind. He waited for her to tell him to stop, waiting for the inevitable but it never came. He listened to her breathing, deep and uneven. He experimentally pulled out and slipped back in, causing her to gasp at the sensation this one small movement caused. She tangled her hands in his hair as she pulled him closer and kissed him. Their tongues battled as she began to thrust her hips up into him, searching for what her body desired. She was unaware of what it was exactly but her body moved of its own volition granting her some relief but it was not enough, this caused her to let out a small grunt of frustration. He understood the small sound she had issued instantly and he quickly complied to her unspoken command. He shifted his weight slightly for better leverage and then he began to thrust in and out of her tight sheath. Hermione's hands wandered about his body, not having a specific destination but more of a need just to feel and claim all that was him.
Severus pushed himself to a sitting position taking her with him. His legs were pulled up beneath himself and he now had Hermione placed easily in his lap with her long legs wrapped about his waist. He kissed her again before firmly taking hold of her backside and using it as leverage to lift her up and down on his shaft. She leaned her head back letting her long curls sweep across her back and his legs.
Every movement, every sound was sending them closer to spiralling out of control and as he pumped in and out of her their movements became more frantic. Her nails dug long red lines into his back and his fingers were more than likely causing bruises on her fragile skin but neither noticed nor cared. All that mattered in that one fleeting moment was their impending release.
She was the first as her loud moans echoed off the stone walls of his private chambers. Her body began to constrict as the first waves of ecstasy hit her. As her walls clenched around him, milking him, he felt his own release quickly follow. He blindly held onto her as his own body spasmed in the throes of passion, spilling his seed into her.
Exhausted, Severus laid her back gently on the bed. Once he himself got situated beside her she stretched herself out beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Shorty after she fell asleep pressed against him from forehead to toe.
For a long moment Severus lay awake looking down at the sleeping woman he had taken to bed with him. If someone had told him that in the Golden Trio's final year he would end up in bed with the Gryffindor Know-It-All he would have laughed them right out of Hogwarts. But here she lay in all her beauty and he couldn't fathom being any where but right here.