Hermione pays her Debt

Hermione walked into the bedroom, followed hurriedly by her husband, his teaching robes billowing and swishing around his tall, lean frame, the noise making her shiver with anticipation. She turned to him and caught her breath as he approached her slowly, his eyes steadily holding her gaze.



‘When did you get back?’ he murmured, his eyes exploring her face, his mouth set in a thin line.



‘An hour ago,’ she whispered, and ran her tongue over her bottom lip, ‘you were in class, I didn’t want to disturb you.’



‘And the symposium?’ he cocked his eyebrow at her.



‘Severus, I’ve been away for two weeks,’ Hermione murmured, stepping closer and laying her hands on the front of his robes, her fingers lightly caressing the buttons of his jacket beneath, ‘and I had to sleep on my own every night in a huge bed, all by myself. I wore that silk nightgown, you know, the one you bought for our wedding night?’ she smiled up at him softly, ‘do you really want to discuss the symposium, right now?’



Hermione looked into his eyes and recognised a look she hadn’t seen in quite some time, not since the days when she was still married to Ron. It was an unsure look, a little fearful. Being apart from her had obviously dragged up his insecurities and Hermione’s stomach flipped over. He was still scared of losing her, after all of this time.



‘You did get my owls, Severus, didn’t you?’ She gripped the front of his robes and pulled his body flush with hers. She felt a flutter between her legs as his erection pushed into her groin, long and hard.



‘You know I did. I replied to each one,’ he murmured. He still hadn’t touched her; his arms were by his sides, his fists clenched a little, as he looked down at her, his gaze a little steely.



‘What did my letters say, Severus, can you remember?’ Hermione pulled her gaze away and turned her attention to his clothing. She pushed his robes over his shoulders and lifted them from him, as he wasn’t helping, then lay them over the chair next to the bed, before returning to him and starting on his numerous buttons, her tongue poking through her lips in concentration.



‘Of course I remember,’ he said though gritted teeth.



‘Tell me what they said,’ she murmured, popping buttons slowly.



‘They said that you were missing me,’ he said quietly, ‘and that you loved me,’



‘What else,’ she said, coming to the last few buttons and allowing the back of her hand to graze over the bulge in his trousers. Severus gasped and Hermione smiled and flashed her eyes up to him. ‘What else, Severus?’



Severus closed his eyes. ‘They said that you needed me, that you wished I had gone with you, and that every night you dreamed of me making love to you,’ he whispered softly.



‘Do you think I was lying, Severus?’ Hermione ran her hands along the front of his shirt and rested them on his waistband. She flicked open the top button, and moved her to the next one, wondering why he still refused to wear muggle trousers for work, where a zipper would be much easier at the end of the day.



‘No, I don’t think you were lying,’ he murmured.



‘Do you think I was unfaithful?’ Hermione slipped her hand down the front of his trousers, not quite touching his cock, then looked up at him with her wide eyes full of desire.



Severus ground his jaw and his eyes darkened slightly, ‘Of course not,’ he muttered, then hissed as she wrapped her fingers around his erection and squeezed tightly.



‘Then relax, Severus. I love you, and I missed you every second I was away. In fact, I refuse to ever go away without you again. It was so painful, not having you next to me at night. I can’t explain it,’ Hermione sighed and bit her lip, ‘ I cried a couple of times, actually.’



Severus looked down at her, his eyes softening. He lifted his hands to her hair and pushed his fingers through her curls, his palms resting on her cheeks as he looked into her eyes. He bent his head to hers slowly, never breaking their gaze, and Hermione felt herself holding her breath as his lips moved closer. Severus brushed his lips against her softly, and Hermione felt him shudder as he closed his eyes. Relaxing her grip on his cock, she withdrew her hand and put her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest as he held her close, his shoulders relaxing as he inhaled the scent of her shampoo.



‘You thought I wasn’t coming back, didn’t you?’ she murmured into the front of his shirt.



‘It did cross my mind. Once or twice,’ he whispered.



‘Once or twice a day, by the look of it,’ Hermione pushed him away with her palms and went to sit on the edge of the bed. She lifted her T-shirt over her head and then stood to unfasten her skirt. Pulling the zip down slowly, she stared at him incredulously.



‘Five years, Severus. For goodness sake,’ Hermione scooted across the bed and lay there, propping her head on her hand and staring at him as his eyes devoured her curves, and the Slytherin green underwear she was wearing.



Severus shrugged his jacket off and laid it next to his robes, then unfastened his shirt and pushed his trousers down to his ankles. When he was just in his silk boxers, her lay beside her on the bed, reaching a finger out to stroke her arm softly.



‘I have been ridiculous, I know. But every minute felt like a lifetime, Hermione,’ he said softly and raising his gaze to hers, slightly abashed.



‘It was like that for me, too, Severus. You must have realised that, the number of owls I was sending,’ Hermione giggled softly and ran a finger down his chest, circling a nipple gently.



Severus sighed deeply, ‘I can’t help it. I love you so much,’ he smiled and let his finger slip the strap of her ‘bra down her shoulder gently.



‘Then make love to me, while you still can,’ Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him, and Severus laughed deeply.



‘I have been a bad influence,’ he murmured, moving to cover her body with his, sliding his leg between hers and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.



‘In more ways than one,’ she smiled, pushing her crotch against his erect cock firmly.



Severus crushed her mouth with his and they both gasped, tongues probing each other’s wetness and jousting passionately with each other. Severus rolled Hermione’s nipples between his fingers and thumbs through the fabric of her ‘bra, then dropped his head to lick and suck at them firmly. He paused and gazed into her eyes.



‘Nice ‘bra,’ he murmured, ‘but it’s in the way.’



Hermione giggled and waved her hand. Her ‘bra disappeared and Severus smirked down at her.



‘Been practising?’ he chuckled.



‘I thought it would come in useful,’ she smiled at him.



‘Mmm,’ Severus dropped his head and took a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around it and licking gently. Hermione squirmed beneath him and gasped as her crotch started to twitch and flood with wetness.



‘Gods, Severus, I can’t wait much longer, please touch me,’ she pushed her crotch upwards and felt him grin against her breasts.



Moving down her body, Severus hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulled them down over her shapely hips. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her arousal, and he smiled up at her.



‘I love you,’ he murmured, his face opposite her soft, glistening curls.



Hermione laughed, ‘ get on with it, stop teasing me,’



Severus grinned and looked down at her swollen vagina, her labia red and slick with her juices. Snaking his tongue out, he licked her from her entrance to her clitoris, and Hermione groaned, pushing her pussy to his face firmly. Severus smiled, and then dived in, licking and sucking at her quim as she started to buck beneath his face, her hands in his hair as she held him where she needed him.



‘Fuck, oh fuck, Severus,’ Hermione’s thighs started to tremble as her orgasm started, and with quick, deft movements with his tongue across her clit, Hermione cried out, her hips rising off the bed, her body trembling as her orgasm ran through her.



Without waiting for her to calm down, Severus was back up to her, kissing her slack lips and letting her taste her juices from his mouth, as he slid his hard cock inside her still pulsing vagina. He closed his eyes and started to thrust, his body trembling, hips a blur as he quickened his pace.



‘Mine,’ he grunted, then bucked his pelvis hard against her, and Hermione moaned at the feel of him as he went as hard as a rock. With a shout, Severus shot his load into her and his body shuddered as he continued to release himself. He slowed his pace and gazed down at her.



Hermione was smiling softly, wet tears on her face. Their gaze met and Severus started to laugh. Hermione grinned, then laughed until her sides hurt, as he rolled of her and they hugged each other tightly.



Later, Severus cradled her in his arms and planted small kisses against her forehead. Hermione was laid against his chest, stroking his skin and telling him she loved him over and over again.



‘What did you mean, earlier?’ he murmured softly.



‘When?’ Hermione raised her eyes to him.



‘When you said, ‘make love to me while you still can’?’ he frowned down at her.



‘Oh,’ Hermione froze a little,’ yes, that. I should have told you earlier, but I was distracted,’ she cupped his balls and giggled.



Severus stiffened a little beneath her touch. ‘Are you going away again? You said earlier you didn’t want to, or was that just a pretty speech?’



Hermione pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked at him seriously.



‘I don’t say things I do not mean, Severus. I am never going away without you again.’



Severus relaxed, a little mollified, ‘What did you mean, then?’



Hermione bit her lip and grinned at him, ‘ I’m pregnant,’ she whispered.



Severus’s jaw dropped slightly as he tried to take in what she had just said. He raised his hand to her face and stroked her cheek softly, then sat up and pulled her close, stroking her hair.



‘Perfect,’ he murmured.





The End







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There we go then. Just need to wait for my muse to strike again... I have now officially run out of ideas, apart from ones that have been done to death already!