A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

Epilogue ~ Part 1

Hermione and Severus walked in silence down the corridor that the Room of Requirement was most often located. The ROR often moved about the castle, appearing to those who needed its special type of magic. The room would provide what was needed.

As if on cue, the door appeared. Severus and Hermione stopped, the Potions Master looking down at the witch. Despite his possession of her, there was still innocence in those amber eyes.

”Come witch,” he said, opening the door and letting Hermione enter, then following. He imagined the room would provide a large bed for them. That was what was needed as far as he was concerned.

“Oh my gods,” Hermione gasped.

Severus stopped beside her and stared at what the room provided. Yes, it really knew what they needed.

Floating candles drifted in mid-air, illuminating a large, black marble bathtub, steam rising from the water. On either side of the tub was a privacy blind, one with a Slytherin serpent on it, the other with the Gryffindor lion.

”I take it we are to bathe,” Severus said to the witch, then added, “First.”

Hermione blushed. She was going to take a bath with Severus Snape? Somehow, this seemed even more intimate then having sex with the Potions Master. But a bath would be wonderful. It would wash the grime and sweat from their bodies after their battle at Voldemort’s stronghold. Hermione began to walk toward her blind, Severus watching as she disappeared behind it.

The wizard walked behind the blind set up for him and began to disrobe. As his clothing dropped, it disappeared. Perhaps to be cleaned.

Hermione also disrobed, noting that her clothing disappeared as well, each piece winking out of sight the moment it hit the floor. Naked, she felt more than exposed and peeked around the side of her blind to see if the Potions Master had entered the tub yet. As she looked, Severus appeared, striding from behind the blind nude and pale, his lean, taut body painted a warm golden color by the candlelight, scars in slight relief. Hermione’s eyes dropped to his loins. The wizard wasn’t erect, but his cock hung long and flaccid, bouncing slightly as he approached the tub. His dark eyes met hers as he descended the steps on his side and eased into the warm, sudsy water, settling in, resting his back against the far side.

Severus closed his eyes, leaned his head back and sighed as the warm water relaxed and soothed him. It felt wonderful. Then he ducked under the surface for a moment, and reappeared, water streaming down his face, his black hair plastered to his head.

He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione

“Are you going to join me, witch?” he asked her silkily.

”Yes,” Hermione replied, still looking around the blind.

”Tonight?” Severus asked her, cocking his head at her shyness.

“Yes,” she replied, still not moving.

Severus scowled.

“Since you are being so…demure…about your nudity, I suppose I will have to retrieve you,” he said, starting to rise out of the water, suds streaming down his chest.

”No! No, I’m coming,” Hermione said, “Just give me a moment.”

Severus settled back in the tub, looking impatient now.

Hermione stepped from behind the blind and almost ran to the tub, not realizing everything was bouncing and jiggling in a most interesting manner. Severus smirked as she hurriedly walked down her own set of steps and lowered herself into the water.

“I believe you are more apprehensive about bathing with me, than you were about fucking me,” the Potions Master observed, “Although that’s not a fair comment. You were quite ‘primed’ that first night. You weren’t prepared for this.”

Hermione closed her eyes, the water soothing against her skin, barely registering what Severus said as she luxuriated. Oh, this felt like heaven.

Severus’ black eyes rested on Hermione’s smooth shoulders and soft throat as she leaned her head back, struck with the urge to nibble on them with a bit of force…just to hear her hiss and gasp. Well, he had time. A washcloth materialized on the edge of the tub next to him. The Potions Master noticed no cloth appeared by Hermione.

“Come bathe me,” the wizard said, moving to the center of the tub.

Hermione opened her eyes.

“What?” she said.

”I want you to bathe me,” Severus said in a softer voice, “You can reach the places I have difficulty reaching.”

”But you can reach most of them,” Hermione said, feeling a little apprehensive. Again, it seemed so…intimate.

”I want you to do it. It will…please me. In turn, I shall please you,” the wizard said silkily, his voice ripe with promise.

Severus picked up the washcloth then held it out to Hermione. She slowly stood up then moved toward him, the ends of her hair wet, water cascading down and between her breasts, droplets dripping off the tips of her hardened nipples.

Severus felt his cock begin to swell as Hermione gently took the cloth out of his hand, then dipped it in the warm water, wringing it slightly. He closed his eyes and Hermione drew the washcloth over his face, feeling his sharp features under the wet fabric.

“Behind my ears and my neck,” the wizard purred when Hermione took the cloth away. His eyes were still closed, but he looked pleased at her ministrations.

Heartened, Hermione washed behind the wizard’s ears and his throat, then moved the cloth over his shoulders, the wizard’s eyes snapping open and resting on her as she warmed to her task, drawing the washcloth over his chest, her eyes resting on the scars that lined it. There weren’t many on his front. The true scarring covered his back. He suffered greatly under Voldemort.

Hermione faltered when she came to water level, the Potions Master looking at her for a moment before he rose, water streaming from his body. Hermione found herself almost face to face with his erection, her eyes crossing for a moment, then she looked up at the wizard.

”I think you can do a better job of it if I am standing,” he said, his eyes glinting, “Continue.”

Hermione stood up, her body gleaming and washed his lower belly, then his pelvis. The Professor’s cock bounced as she washed around it, than began on his legs.

”You’ve missed a spot,” the wizard breathed, wanting to feel her hands on his organ.

Hermione had never touched Severus’ cock and faltered. Even when she performed her first blow job on him, she didn’t touch it with anything other than her mouth and he controlled much of the act.

The Potions Master thrust his hips out a little, poking Hermione in the belly with his organ, a slight smirk on his face.

“Pull back the foreskin,” the wizard ordered, “And please…be gentle. I am quite sensitive.”

Taking a breath, Hermione grasped the wizard’s tool, Severus hissing a bit as her small hand wrapped around his girth, soft and warm. Hermione bit her lip as she came in contact with its rigidness. The Professor’s cock was heavy and hard in her hand, but the skin delicate, bunched and soft like velvet. Oddly, she felt that this part of him was both strong and fragile.

Hermione slid the foreskin back, the Professor making a sound in the back of his throat as he watched, feeling her hand tighten around him as she revealed his pale, lightly-veined shaft. Gently she ran the washcloth over the head and length of it, her eyes shining as she handled him, the wizard jerking slightly in her hand. Hermione bent, wetting and rinsing the washcloth, then straightened and lifted his cock, washing his balls which were darker than the rest of him.

The Professor hissed a bit more at Hermione’s ministrations. Finally, she finished, leaving the wizard more swollen than ever as she went over his legs and feet, the Potions Master resting one hand on her shoulder and lifting each foot so she could reach them.

Finished with his front, Hermione said softly and rather huskily, “Turn around, Severus, so I can do your back.”

The wizard obediently turned and the witch bathed him tenderly, moving over his scarred back gently, her eyes glistening at the overlapping welts and scars on that alabaster skin. Severus could feel the sympathy and even reverence in her hands as she washed the dirt of the night from his body. His pale buttocks were tight and muscular.

“He has a great ass,” she thought, then blushed, glad the Professor couldn’t see her color. Finally she finished and he turned around, looking down on her.

”My turn,” he said, taking the cloth from her, bending and rinsing it thoroughly. He straightened, pushed her hair back and caught her by the chin, tilting her face upward. He washed it, his black eyes almost luminous, his lips held in a tight line as he moved the cloth down and around her neck, caressing it as he bathed her.

Hermione closed her eyes against the intensity on Severus’ face, and sighed as his covered hand moved over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She leaned closer to him as he washed first one full globe, then the other, her mouth dropping open slightly.

Severus stopped bathing Hermione, the cloth pressed to one breast, his pale fingers spidered around its fullness, his eyes taking in her pleasure at his touch. With his other hand he slowly pulled the cloth from under his palm, his palm making contact with Hermione’s damp flesh. Her eyes opened and she looked down at his hand, then up at his face.

”Oh gods,” she breathed, shuddering as desire washed over her, “Don’t stop touching me. Please.”

Severus stared at her. No woman had ever begged him for his touch. Still maintaining his hold on her breast, her ran his hand over her cheek, Hermione thrilling at the slight roughness of it as he drew it over her throat, tightening his fingers slightly around her neck, Hermione gasping at the way it felt, the sense of excitement she felt being at his mercy. Her eyes went heated, practically glowing as she looked at the wizard

Suddenly Severus let her go.

”No…no why did you stop?” she asked him as he bent over and felt around the bottom of the tub for the washcloth.

”I need to get you bathed and into…into…” he began, faltering as he looked around the room.

Get her into what? There was nothing to fuck on.

Suddenly a large, four-poster bed covered in black satin fuzzed in and solidified several feet away.

“…into bed,” he purred, beginning to wash her briskly and quickly, all business now as he moved the cloth over her skin rather roughly, only becoming gentle when he made her widen her stance and washed between her legs, using his fingertips, making Hermione buckle and moan.

Severus rinsed her off and stood facing her as two large towels appeared neatly folded on opposite ends of the tub.

He turned and walked up the steps, picked up the towel and began drying off. Hermione followed suit, watching the wizard run the towel over his body as she attended her own. When they were both dry, the Potions Master held his hand out in invitation

”Come with me, Hermione Granger,” he said silkily, “It is time to ignite.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. A bit distracted. Epilogue to be continued.