Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 45 ~ In the Still of the Night

Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, parched, aching, starving and having to use the loo. She shifted slightly and groaned, then suddenly was aware of a weight across her middle. The magical lamp in her bedroom was turned low and her eyes adjusted slowly. She could make out Severus, laid out next to her on his stomach, one arm thrown across her belly. He was naked, his long, lean body relaxed as he slept. She looked at the sleeping wizard, and felt a throb in her belly as she remembered how he had taken her.

Hermione still had a sense that her body was no longer hers. The Potions Master had claimed her totally, driving into her until she was incoherent with surrender. She had never experienced anything remotely like this with Justice. There was pleasure, but not a complete merging as with Severus. The wizard was intense, strong, demanding and thorough. She had never had more than two orgasms during sex, and he pulled four from her. Severus was a fantastic, uninhibited lover. The pensieve didn't begin to cover his abilities. After tonight, the witch knew the pensieve would no longer fulfill her…not after experiencing the Potions Master skin to skin. She would give it back.

Could she take him for a lover?

She stared down at Severus' face, his long, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. He seemed at peace lying here. The wizard always seemed to be on guard in the waking world, but here…it was as if he felt safe. Hermione sighed. She was probably reading more into him than what was there. Still, he said he was willing to be monogamous if she accepted him as he was. What did that mean exactly? How else could she accept him?

Everyone would be angry with her if Severus became a part of her life, except Mathias. But the wizard was already tied to her, through their son. And he had gone through so much to try and make things right, to give both of them safety and keep them from the wrath of the Dark Lord. He sacrificed himself…and was willing to go to his death for them. That meant a lot to the witch. Plus she was so attracted to him, and after tonight Hermione knew his sex would be like a drug to her.

Gods, Severus was so overwhelming when he fucked, but Merlin knows the witch wanted to be overwhelmed by him. There was something about the way the wizard made love that touched a darker part of her. A part she didn't even know existed until tonight. Maybe that was what was wrong between her and Justice. He wasn't dominating enough. Severus didn't ask…he took. And took. And took.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably again, her bladder full. Tentatively, she lifted Severus' arm, and the wizard's eyes instantly opened.

"Going somewhere?" he asked her sleepily.

"To the bathroom," she replied, making an attempt to climb over him and gasping at the ache. The wizard looked at her for a moment, then rolled out of the bed, leaned down and grabbed her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her into the bathroom and setting her down on the loo. Hermione was very embarrassed and reddened. He looked at her.

"No need to be shy now, Hermione," he purred at her. "I know you quite intimately witch. Go on. I'll go get you some water, your lips are chapped. You have next to no fluids left."

Severus left the bathroom, and picked his wand up off the floor. He scourgified himself and the bed, then rifled through his discarded clothing until he located his boxers and slipped them on. He turned up the magic lamps for Hermione, then walked over to her dresser, pulling a drawer open. It was full of knickers and bras. He was curious but closed the drawer and opened the next one, finding nightgowns. He selected a short one and laid it out on the bed for her, then walked back to his clothes and pulled her wand out of his trouser pocket and laid it on the nightstand where she would see it. Then he exited the bedroom, heading for the kitchen.

Hermione winced as she peed. Gods that little trickle stung. She stood up slowly and wiped herself, which was almost agony, then flushed the loo and washed her hands. She smelled strongly of sex and sweat. She needed to scourgify herself. She'd get a satisfying shower in the morning. The witch walked over to her medicinal cabinet and opened it, praying she had some healing and pain potion. The witch sighed with relief. She did. She first drank down the pain potion, and her aching subsided. Then she drank down the healing potion and her sore inner flesh was restored.

"Gods, I love magic," she breathed, tossing both empty bottles in the wastebasket. She walked back into the bedroom and saw her wand on the nightstand. She picked it up and scourgified herself. Ah, much better. She noticed the short nightie on her bed and pulled it on. She felt a bit less accessible now, not that the thin fabric would protect her from the wizard should he become randy again. But at least it covered her assets.

Suddenly Severus returned with a pitcher of water, two glasses filled with never-melting ice and four sandwiches. Hermione could have kissed him. She was starving. The Potions Master set all the items on top of her nightstand and looked the witch over. She had scourgified herself and dressed. She moved a lot easier as well.

"You look recovered," he said silkily. "I assume you had some potions handy."

"Yes, thank goodness," she replied, pouring herself a glass of water and draining it thirstily.

The Professor studied her.

"I think I shall stock your medicinal cabinet for you my next visit," he said, "presuming you will have me visit you again, witch."

Hermione looked at him a moment but didn't reply as she picked up a sandwich and sat down on the edge of the bed. Severus had used the breakfast ham to make the small meal, but that was fine. The sandwich was delicious.

Severus noted the witch didn't answer him. But that didn't necessarily mean she didn't want him to return. The wizard poured himself a drink of water, and drank it down slowly. He set the glass down and picked up a sandwich of his own, then joined the witch on the bed.

They were quiet as they ate, Hermione making short work of the first sandwich and quickly grabbing the second, pouring herself more water.

"You certainly can put it away," the wizard commented, biting his sandwich and chewing slowly as he watched the witch wolf down her second sandwich.

Hermione stopped eating, reddening. She was eating very quickly.

"I'm very hungry," she replied, looking at him. "If you hadn't stopped by I'd still be sleeping."

"If I hadn't stopped by you'd either be in the pensieve or dreaming about me, Hermione. I hope I've proven to you beyond a doubt that my reality is better than fantasy," he said, staring at the witch intently.

Hermione looked at him, then dropped her eyes feeling a bit…well, shy at the way she had received him. She was thirty-one, far from a child now, but still she felt a bit awkward and out of sorts. Of course she did, Severus had fucked her into incoherency.

"Have I?' the wizard pressed her. "Do you still want to keep my pensieve?"

Severus half hoped Hermione would say she did still want to use the pensieve. That would give him the perfect excuse to drag her down, lift her nightie and plow into her again.

"No," she said softly, finishing her sandwich, "You can take it with you when you leave it the morning. "It's lost its zing now."

Severus smirked at the witch as he reached for the last sandwich. He noticed Hermione looked at it rather hungrily as he drew it towards him. The witch certainly had a hearty appetite after sex. The wizard tore the sandwich in half and handed the witch a portion. Hermione smiled at him and bit into it gratefully.

"I think you've just found something with more 'zing' witch," he said, biting into the sandwich. He chewed and swallowed. "Me."

Hermione gave him a small smile, but again, didn't say anything.

Severus decided to change the topic.

"Monday morning I shall come down to the Ministry and collect you," he said.

The witch looked rather startled at this statement.

"Collect me? Why?" Hermione asked him, imagining the reaction of the employees if the tall, pale wizard came to her office and arbitrarily took her away.

"To go to the Bureau of Magical Statistics and alter Mathias' birth certificate to reflect my surname. He asked me to do it this afternoon. He said you knew he wanted the name change," he said looking at her intently to see how she felt about her son dropping her surname.

"Yes, I knew…I just didn't think it would be so soon," she said in a low voice.

Her son had been Mathias Granger all his life, and his grandfather was happy that his name would carry on. Her father would be very disappointed at this development.

Severus saw the look on her face.

"We can hold it off for a while if it disturbs you, Hermione. I know this isn't easy for you," Severus said to the witch.

Hermione shook her head.

"No. Mathias is right. It will make things easier for him in the long run. I didn't even know he knew what a bastard was," she said, her voice quavering slightly.

Severus felt a little twinge. His son was a bastard because of him, and would always be one. But that didn't make him any less worthy than the next wizard. The Potions Master was sure the boy would make a name for himself when he became an adult. He was already quite extraordinary, at least in Severus' eyes.

"I have a feeling Mathias knows much more about life than you know, Hermione. He is a bright, inquisitive boy, who is self-motivated and likes to know the facts. He is not pining about being illegitimate, he is finding ways to deal with it. He is a problem-solver like his mother. He will be fine, witch," the Potions Master said, allowing a bit of warmth in his voice.

"He's doing quite well in school," Hermione said, feeling slightly better.

"Yes, he is," Severus said. "His marks are quite high, and his work of good quality. I am afraid I am going to have to give him the same treatment I gave you to keep him humble," Severus said, drinking a bit more water and climbing back into Hermione's bed, stretching out on his back, placing his arms behind his head.

Hermione looked at the Potions Master lying in her bed as if he had always belonged there.

"You certainly don't have a problem making yourself comfortable," she said to the wizard, walking around the bed and entering from the other side to avoid climbing over him. He smirked as she circled the bed, knowing she was trying to avoid him grabbing her.

"Actually, I do have trouble getting comfortable in most places. Even in these quiet times I have to stay on my guard," the wizard said, arching an eyebrow at her. "But I believe, Hermione that you bear me no ill will and am quite relaxed in your presence."

Suddenly the wizard's silk boxers jumped noticeably. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Well, most of me is relaxed," he amended. Then he studied her.

"I want to fuck you again, Hermione," he said to her, his silk boxers swelling before the witch's eyes. "Are you still aching?"

Hermione stared at the wizard, her eyes drifting over his muscular, lean body, heat rising between her legs. The ache she felt had nothing to do with their previous bout of unbridled sex. Hell, he was here, and he was good. The witch didn't know when she would see him next, well, not intimately anyway.

"No, that ache is gone," she said softly.

The Potions Master sat up on his elbows.

"But there is another ache, isn't there witch?" he asked her, his eyes glittering. "I can see it in your eyes, Hermione. Already you are needing me."

The wizard quickly rolled on top of her, making the witch gasp at his sudden weight on her body. But gods, it was a welcome weight.

"It's good to be needed," he purred, kissing her as he began to push up her gown.

It was a good hour before the couple finally fell into an exhausted but sated sleep. This time Severus got the witch to say she would accept him as her lover, stroking into Hermione hard, deep and fast until she shrieked it to the heavens.

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A/N: Just a nice bridge chapter. This is the end of the lemons for a bit…we need to move forward in the story. The next chapters will probably be transitional…covering a couple of years so we can get to the other issues in the story. Of course we have to see Mathias go through finding out how connected he is to the "Dark Soul of the World" first. Please review.