Never the Two Shall Meet

We settled down to work on our homework. Or at least Ron was. I was watching the clock. Just one more hour to go. Now it’s a half hour. Fifteen more minutes. Just a few more minutes and I can safely leave. Finally! Time to go.

“Ron, you are doing great. Just keep it up. If you want I’ll look it over when I get back. I better head to the Dungeon. Don’t want to be late for Snape or I may end up with another detention.”

“Ok see you when you get back,” He barely looks up from his work.

I grab my bag and rush out the portrait hole, running all the way to Snape’s classroom. I’m panting a bit as I rush into the room to see Snape sitting at his desk grading papers. I clear my throat to let him know I am here.

“Sorry, I’m late sir,” I say as he looks up.

“We are alone, no need for formalities,” he smiles at me. My smile. I was shocked the first time I saw it, but it didn’t take long for me to get used to it. “Why don’t you come over here,” he motions to me as he slides his chair back from his desk.

I drop my bag and skip quickly over to jump in his lap. He’s ready for me, meeting my excited lips with his own. It’s a few minutes before we come up for air. He pushes me back to look at my face.

“I’m so glad you caught on this morning. I was afraid you wouldn’t see what I was doing.”

“I almost didn’t. You help Longbottom all the time. But today you weren’t whispering as quietly as you usually do. That was the tip off.”

“I knew you would have to react if I said it loud enough for someone else to hear,” I giggled.

“Nice plan. Now why were you trying to get my attention?”

“I was afraid I wouldn’t get to see you before the time came for you to leave.”

“I wouldn’t have left without talking to you first. You know that.” He gave me a kiss on the nose to emphasize his point.

“I’ve just been worried about what is going to happen. Have you given Dumbledore all the information he needs?”

“Yes, I spoke with him earlier today. I think he has everything Potter needs to know.”

“Harry went to see him after dinner. So is it true that it’s coming soon?”

“Unfortunately it is true. I am to leave tomorrow night to meet with the others. I am supposed to bring the recruits with me.”

“I’m sure Malfoy is thrilled about that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. He is scared out of his mind. As he should be. I was beginning to think he would actually want to be a Death Eater but when I spoke with him this morning he seemed worried about having to be in the presence of the Dark Lord. I hope after this is all over we can convince him to renounce his father. I don’t want to give up hope just yet.”

“That’s what makes you such a sweet man. You don’t give up on your students.”

“Thanks but do you really want to talk about Malfoy right now?”

“Not if you are leaving tomorrow. Am I going to get to see you before you go?”

“Probably not. Which makes me more grateful for your little stunt this morning. I was trying to figure out how to get you away from Potter and Weasley. By the way, why were you looking so upset when you were running up the stairs? Did someone hurt you or say something to you?”

I blushed a little at his question, embarrassed to tell him the truth.

“I was upset thinking about what was going to happen and worried that you won’t come back to me. I was trying to get to my room so no one would see and ask what was wrong,” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I spoke.

“Aww…please don’t I will try my hardest to come back to you. But you need to promise to take care of yourself. I know I can’t ask you to stay out of the fight but I need to know you are not going to get yourself hurt worrying about me. Will you promise to be careful?” He whispered softly as he wiped the tears from my face.

“I promise to be careful!”

“That is all I need. Now what shall we do with our last moments together?”

“I can think of a few things,” I say running my tongue suggestively over my lips at the same time as I wiggle in his lap.

“You are one very naughty girl, you know that?” He smiled as he lowered his mouth down to mine once again.

This kiss was slow and sensual as he tried to show me how much he cared. His hands caressed my back, pulling me closer. I ran my hands through his hair holding him close. All to soon he pulled away.

“Maybe you should go back to your dorm now,” He told me as he tried to untangle our bodies. “We don’t need your friends to come searching for you.”

“They aren’t expecting me for at least another hour and a half. Everyone knows you give long back breaking detentions,” I say as I run my fingers across his chest, flicking loose the buttons on the front of his robes. “Besides, as soon as the war is over they are going to find out the truth, so what difference does it make now.”

“They will, but I don’t think them walking in and finding us now would be a good idea. They still don’t know I am Dumbledore’s spy and they are not likely to believe me if I told them right this minute. Be patient a little longer and things will work out.”

“I know I’m just tired of sneaking around. But let’s not talk anymore. I want to feel you against me, on top of me, inside me. I need to be as close as I can to you so it will make our separation easier to bear,” I punctuated each request with a kiss, as I continued undoing his robes. Finally finding my treasure as I reach his pants. Sliding my hand inside to stroke his very hard cock, reveling in the twitch I feel run over its length.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m always sure. You aren’t still afraid of getting in trouble are you?” I ask as I continue to stroke him.

“Of course not. Dumbledore has given his blessing even over seeing our marriage ceremony but that doesn’t stop me from worrying that I have done the wrong thing. I feel that I have taken your youth from you.”

“I have willingly given you my youth, as you call it. Dumbledore knows we did not enter into this without a lot of thought. It has been two years since I learned the truth about you. Two years that we spent getting to know one another before we went any further. You wanted to wait until I was of age, so we did. Now it has only been a matter of months since the ceremony but you still have not gotten over your fears. Please, I am certain we have done the right thing. As I have told you before. I love you!”

“I can’t figure out what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad you are here. I love you, too.”

With his statement all vestiges of uncertainty disappear. He lifted me up onto his desk, muttering a spell to lock the door, before removing his cloak. Leaning in he captured my lips again, kissing me deeply as he started removing my clothes. Slowly pulling my shirt over my head, then reaching to smooth his thumb over my raised nipple.

I continued to explore his body with as much fascination as I had the first time we did this. My hand finding his cock once again after taking off the rest of his clothes. We were rubbing against each other reveling in the friction between us, wanting to make the most of our short time together.

His calloused hand felt wonderful as it ran from my breasts done my stomach to my aching mound. A small moan escapes my lips as I feel his finger slide into me. I reach out to him wanting more than just his finger.

It only takes a moment for him to move his hand, placing his stiff member at my entrance. With a sigh he pushes into me. At first we are still, looking at each other with naked lust and love shining on both our faces. He starts to move, slowly in and out, as I wrap my legs firmly around his waist. Making sure he can’t get to far away from me.

Within moments we are panting and moaning the other's name. It felt so right to be cradled in his arms like this. I have never felt safer in my life, as I did when he held me tight. I could feel the tension building in my stomach, I was so close, just another second.

“Oh Severus!” I scream as I reach my peak.

“My ‘Mione!” He answered back as he exploded within me.

We stayed where we were to wait for the storm to pass. Neither wanting to be the first to let go. Finally I broke the silence.

“Have I told you how much I love it when you call me that,” I say as I nuzzle his cheek.

“Not as much as I love hearing you scream my name, I’m sure,” he smiled at me. “Are you feeling a little better now Mrs. Snape?”

“Why yes I am, Mr. Snape,” I giggle. I still haven’t gotten used to that. Maybe because in the six months since we were wed we have had to keep it a secret. Which makes it all that much stranger when I do hear it.

“Not that I want to do this, but I think we should straighten ourselves up a bit.” He pulled away, a chill ran down my spine as he stepped back.

Seeing me shiver he reached out once again.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this. Please just hold on for a few more days. Then the war will be behind us and we can tell your friends all they need to know.”

“I’m trying,” I whisper, tears sliding over my cheeks.

“I know.”