Still The One

Chapter 4 – Under her Robes

For Bella Snape – I didn’t forget you!


On reflection, Hermione thought things were going very well. After six weeks, things had settled into a comfortable pattern. They had standing appointments on Tuesday and Friday afternoons, but they usually saw each other every night before bed to discuss issues with students, make up tests, and most importantly to Hermione, just talk. They talked about music, they both loved classical and old rock, Muggle movies, he’d never seen one, and books, they both read everything they could find. He had a dark sense of humour which she found sensual in its very nature.

One night, he even opened up about his days under Voldemort. He spoke quietly, sharing things with her that she was sure he had never shared with anybody before. She didn’t question why he chose her to confide in. Towards the end of the conversation, he was looking wiped out when he admitted something she was sure he’d never even admitted to himself.

“I’ve been alone now for almost twenty years. At first, it was because the scars were too fresh, and then it was because I didn’t... deserve the love of a woman. But, in the last few years…” He trailed off. She had placed her hand over his, offering him whatever strength he could gain from the heartfelt gesture. Taking a deep breath he continued, “I’m lonely. I’ve forgiven myself. It was hard, but when Voldemort fell, and The-Boy-Who-Lived claimed I was The-One-Who-Killed-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…” his face lightened when recalling the silly names the press had hung on him. He had killed Voldemort.

“Well, let’s say it’s hard to punish yourself when every person you speak with for two years thanks you for what you did. I… it was difficult for me.” He admitted with a wry smile.

The fierce battle that occurred just after the Golden Trio had graduated from Hogwarts not only ended the war but almost cost Severus his life. That final battle had changed a lot of things in the world. Death Eaters had been rounded up and sent to the Dementors. Harry had finally been free of the worries which had plagued his young life and came out of the closet three weeks after the defeat of Voldemort; a month later, Harry and Draco had a quiet little joining ceremony on the shore of Hogwarts lake. And finally, Severus. The media had run front page stories about him for months. Every time he smirked, a photo was taken and run with a story about what he had been doing, who he was smirking at, and didn’t everybody owe this man so much? Hermione had shivered at the time, knowing how much he hated this attention. He confirmed to her how much he hated it when she asked about it in a letter. They had exchanged owls off and on for several years during her time at University. If only he hadn’t been so awful in that last letter…

Hermione stretched her back out, bringing her thoughts to the present. Even though Severus didn’t seem to think of her as anything other than a co-worker, she still thought about him.

Standing up, she walked back into her bedroom. Oh good grief did she think about him. After that frightful encounter on her first night back at Hogwarts, she was careful to only pleasure herself when she was sure he wasn’t around. Silencing charms and locking wards would work, but the first time she had done that, he had nearly brought her door down because he thought something was wrong with her.

Hermione started unbuttoning her shirt while walking into the bathroom. A friend once told her that her ability to pleasure herself would ruin her for men. That might be true – for most men anyway, but she secretly thought that Severus had been the one to ruin her for other men.

Her shirt fell to the floor, quickly followed by her khakis as she stumbled out of them. She supposed it would be a lot easier to keep him from her thoughts if he wasn't constantly touching her during the day. Tapping her shoulder to get her attention, touching her hand as they spoke, or even once… her breath caught as she remembered the time he had actually placed his arm around her shoulders to guide her through a gaggle of students at a Quidditch match. His arm across her shoulders had pulled her snugly against him and his hand had rested solidly on her upper arm, just six inches from her breast for at least two or three minutes before he removed it after navigating them to their seats.

Waving her wand to start the water filling the tub, Hermione traced the place where his hand had been, using her vivid imagination to pretend it was his hand that was tracing down her arm, cupping her breast… but something stopped her. What she needed right now was a hot bath to relax. It had been almost a week since she had indulged in her fantasies, but knowing it was bright daylight outside and that Severus was teaching just a few doors down was enough to help her keep control. It was frustrating to be so turned on constantly, and never feel comfortable getting release.


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Severus walked towards Hermione’s room. His class had been cut short this afternoon because a sixth year Hufflepuff had thought it would be a great idea to add “a little something extra” to the calming potion they were learning. He currently had fourteen students sound asleep in his classroom, with Poppy watching over them. He thought she would get a laugh at hearing how his day was going, and – well – honestly, he missed her.

He’d grown attached to seeing her almost every night after dinner. In fact, the few people who could claim to know him well were thinking about how much happier he seemed this year.

Giving his customary light tap on the door, Severus walked in, only to be stopped in his tracks. He could hear her voice coming from the bedroom. The door was mostly closed, but he could hear her... moaning. A deep frown crossed his face, and a fear clutched his heart. He had been starting to hope that maybe something was growing between them, but if she and … someone else were…

“Severus.” It was barely more than a moan, and for a moment, he didn’t even think he had heard right. His body came to full attention.

“Ohh yes… Sev…,” her moan broke off his name and he thought he heard the sound of water splashing. His name. She was moaning his name.

“Hermione?” he called out softly, although his voice came out rougher than he had expected.

Nothing. He knocked on the door frame. “Hermione?”

He glanced in the bedroom, half afraid of what he might see, but she wasn’t in the bed. He walked into the room, feeling a little uncomfortable about invading her personal space without her express consent.

“Hermione? Are you okay?” There still wasn’t a reply, but he could hear more splashing sounds. She must be in the tub. What a brilliant deduction, Severus he thought wryly.

A hesitantly placed knock on the closed door of the bathroom brought no response. He reached down and gripped the doorknob. She could be in trouble Severus. You just need to check on her. Even he wasn’t quite buying that. He knocked again, hard.

“Hermione!?”

“mmMm,” was the mumbled reply. She really might be hurt. How hard could it be to say, ‘Go away!’?

He cracked the door. Bubbles covered her up to the curve of her graceful neck. She was sound asleep. Should he leave? Or wake her up and let her know he’d been here?

Her eyes started to open. At first a small smile played at the corners of her pink lips before reality caught up with her. She gasped and tried to cover herself, although the bubbles covered her quiet adequately.

“Eh... I’ll just come back later...” Severus stuttered. He didn’t want to leave. In his mind he kept hearing the offer she’d whispered, teasing or not, ‘want to watch me next time?’

“Wait. I’ll be out in a second.” Her cheeks were bright red as he turned away and walked into her study, closing her bedroom door on the way. He felt – strange. It had felt so intimate, walking through her bedroom, knocking on her bathroom door. But the knowledge that there was probably going to be hell to pay for his transgression stamped out any feelings of pleasure he took in the simple act of walking through her private quarters and the secret thrill he had at behaving like her lover would, rousing her from a bath time nap. Comfortable with watching her in a bath, and comfortable in her bed...

He, of course, knew he wasn’t likely to have that comfort.


Within twenty seconds she was standing in front of him in her teachers robe. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair damp and tousled, and her tongue was nervously licking her lips.
“I… did I forget a meeting? I thought you were in class. How long… never mind. I don’t want to know. In fact, can I offer you some tea? No? Ok. Oh, I got a book for you from the London Magical Research Library I thought would help you with your research. It was in the restricted area of course, but…” He tuned her nervous prattle out. She turned around and started looking on her bookshelf for something to distract him.

He’d heard his name. She might have been asleep, but he had heard his name coming from her lips. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders to turn her around. Looking in her eyes he saw a mixture of emotions he wasn’t able to take apart.

“You… I.” She buried her face behind a curtain of hair. “This is… Maybe…” She wasn’t even able to form a complete sentence.

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He stood there looking at her with this expression on his face. How in the world had he gotten in her room, much less in her bathroom? She’d gotten so relaxed she’d fallen asleep – probably exhausted from all the nights she lay awake thinking about how he was just on the other side of a wall. And then a cold draft blew across her skin and woke her up. Next thing she knew, he was backing out the door and she was drying off and throwing a robe on. Had she messed up and forgotten a meeting? An appointment? Was she supposed to cover a class for him? Hermione worked so hard to do everything right so he would see her as a capable woman. Someone who could be his equal, maybe even his partner. It was devastating to think that he had found her shirking something in favour of a decadent afternoon nap in a bubble bath.

A small gasp escaped her as he leaned in and gently pressed his warm lips to hers. A soft grazing of his mouth on hers. In all the years she had fantasised about kissing him again, she never thought it would actually be better than the first. In fact, she had been afraid that nothing could be as good as the first. But this was.

Brushing her hair back from her face with his fingers, Severus slanted his mouth over hers, slowly increasing the pressure of the kiss and opening his lips. Hermione’s tongue greeted his and they swirled around, tasting, teasing, and mating. A small moan in the back of her throat escaped as he pulled her body flush against his. She could feel his manhood straining against her hip, and without hesitation she ground her pelvis against his.

“Oh god, Hermione…” Severus whispered against her mouth. She licked at his lips as he tried to catch his breath.

Wanting to feel more, Hermione arched her back into him. She was surrounded by his heat, and found her own heat answering with a noticeable wetness between her legs. Severus brought both his hands up and cupped her face before giving her a deep kiss which made Hermione react by rubbing her breasts against him. She was in heaven. Her nipples were like two hard pebbles and every single movement across his chest sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Moving her mouth up his jaw, she reached the shell of his ear and started showering small kisses on it. She licked and nibbled, all the while continuing to grind herself against his throbbing erection. The tension between the two of them was incredible and Hermione was loving every single second of it. His breath was hot on her throat and she shivered with delight when he started kissing her neck. Every part of her was screaming for more! Skilled fingers that she had watched prepare potions for years worked their way around to the top of her teaching robes. He slipped his thumbs under the collar and slid them softly across her throat until they met at the clasp at the top. Without ever taking his mouth off her neck, he undid the clasp and started releasing the tiny buttons which held her robe together; each button he undid marked an increase in her breathing and desire.

The wetness which she had started to build up earlier alone was now threatening to overflow down her leg. She had never in her life been this turned on. His mouth travelled from one side of her neck to the other, burning trails of liquid pleasure as it went. Once his fingers had unbuttoned her robe to just past her ribcage, he stopped and brought his hands up to cup her face again. Looking in her eyes for a moment while they both breathed heavily in the silence of the room, he bent over and placed a gentle kiss on her swollen lips. His hands roamed into her hair and he held her head while running his fingers through the thick silk of her hair. She shuddered and clutched him closer. Their entire bodies were now pressed together, but Hermione knew it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him filling her completely.

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She arched her body against his longingly and panted his name over and over in a hoarse whisper which almost made him abandon all claims at restraint. He could smell her scent surrounding them, and his control weakened further. Moaning against her lips in desire he pushed his tongue into her welcoming mouth again, swirling with her in a dance which was unparalleled in his experience. He thrust into her mouth with a rhythm which he found his hips imitating against hers.

He opened her robes and moved his hand inside. Pressing his hand against her breast, his breath caught in his throat. He pulled back from her slightly so he could look down between them to confirm what he had just discovered with his fingers. Her body – it was…
“Oh Hermione…” Severus moaned her name while her cheeks turned red. She wasn’t wearing a stitch under her teaching robes. She must have dressed as quickly as she could after drying off.

He bent over and whispered in her ear, “You were dreaming about something before I walked in, weren’t you?” He barely got the question out. He wanted to know – no, needed to know if this goddess had been dreaming about him and calling his name in apparent arousal when he opened the door. He thought she might have been, but wouldn’t believe it until he heard it from her kiss swollen lips.

She nodded; the flush had spread down her neck and was now covering the tops of her perfect breasts. She had grown into a very well endowed young woman, and Severus couldn’t keep his eyes from lapping up every movement they made when she breathed. Pressing his lips against her ear, he whispered even softer, as if whispering made it easier to ask the question that couldn’t be answered out loud, “And... will you tell me what your dream was about?” He moved down to her neck and started sucking on the delicate skin he found there.

A small choked gasp came from Hermione. He wasn't sure if he was wrong, or if she was embarrassed. He didn’t want this moment ruined! He bit her ear gently before risking exposing his desire to her in words.

“I heard you call out my name when I opened your study door. I thought I heard you moan and call my name. Was I right?” He needed to know for sure. He could be wrong – it could have been any of a number of things.

“I – I…” She blushed and nodded. It was as if a hot blade of desire stabbed through his body from head to toe.

“It's unbelievably arousing to know you were dreaming about me Hermione,” he murmured to her, pressing his almost painful erection against her hip again as if offering her proof. Her answer to his declaration was to clasp his face between her hands and kiss him, with her tongue licking over his lips before twining with his.

“Touch me, please…” she begged against his mouth, and he realised she was rubbing her bare breasts against his body. The heat she was giving off was unreal, and he knew this was going to be a fast and furious joining. Going slow would have to wait until the next time. Dropping his hands to rest inside her robes, Severus grasped her around her ribs, under the fullness she was aching for him to touch. He cupped her from underneath, bringing both breasts higher as he trailed kissed down her neck, licking as he made the journey to her valley. She arched her back, trying to bring herself closer to his mouth, closer to the release it would offer.

Severus chuckled in the back of his throat before looking right up into her eyes. Holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth to her peaked nipple, laving his tongue around it in a hot, tight circle. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him in to her. The caress of his tongue gave way to suckling, and she moaned loudly. He snaked his arm around her back, keeping her steady while he continued to taste her. In all his fantasies, never had she been this responsive. Taking her erect nipple in his mouth, he playfully sucked and nibbled on it, causing her to gasp. Her hips bucked and he knew that she was aching for more than his mouth.

The tightness in his pants had gone beyond painful at her confession and was now threatening to release without any further ado. He stepped back from her for a moment and leaned against the desk a little. He looked her over again. Her nipples were still wet from his mouth and the flush across her perfect chest was from her arousal now. On her neck were a couple of love bites he was pleased to note. It wasn’t that he enjoyed marring the perfect silken skin, but it was the branding he thrilled at. She was his, and here were the marks to prove it. When his gaze reached her face he found she was staring hungrily at his groin.

She reached out her hand and tentatively pressed her palm against the huge bulge that she found.

“Severus, I –”

She was interrupted by the sound of somebody outside her office door. Seconds later a knock sounded, followed immediately by the door bursting wide open to reveal two distressed students.



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‘Do you like this Severus?’ his imaginary Hermione whispered in the darkness of the room as she stroked him.

‘Or are you more in the mood for this, my love?’ Leaning down she wrapped her mouth around his cock and started licking around his head while moving her head up and down in an agonizingly slow tempo, building the pressure and desire to insane levels.

Reaching over, Severus grasped his wand and muttered “Sexus Phasma Os”. It wasn’t a spell taught at Hogwarts, and in fact, you probably wouldn’t even learn it from your older brother, if you had one. This was the sort of spell whispered about in locker rooms, denied knowledge of by elders, and chalked up as urban legend among the faithless.

Severus closed his eyes as the spell took affect. It was a crude little thing, and it more than got the job done, but to watch wasn’t something he’d ever been able to do without loosing his erection. An invisible mouth started licked and sucking at his cock – it felt real, and the blood throbbing in his length rejoiced that it felt incredible, but the fact was, nothing was there. It wasn’t a ghost or even a disembodied head to watch while his body told him a hot mouth was taking his length down a willing throat. A variation on a tickle charm was all it was, a perverse variation of a charm used on children in jest.

Hermione. Standing before him dressed in a simple robe, she was sexist creature alive, and for whatever reason, she seemed to want him. The moans echoed through the bedroom as the nonexistent mouth impaled his aching member over and over until at last his climax came with shuttering speed. So much for control tonight, Severus sneered.


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