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Chapter 54 ~ Now, Where Were We?

Severus returned to Hermione's house. He knocked once and the door was quickly pulled open. Hermione looked up at him, worry evident in her amber eyes.

"Is Mathias all right?" she asked Severus, her voice also full of worry.

Severus looked down at her.

"He's fine, Hermione. He and Andreas spent the day working on casting spells in the Room of Requirement. It seems they skived off on one very irate Jasmine Malfoy. 'A Boys Day Out" so to speak," Severus said.

Hermione sighed with relief, then realized Severus was still on the doorstep.

"Come in, Severus" she said, moving out of the way.

Severus strode past her and straight to the living room where he retrieved his bag of potions. He turned and looked at her.

"Did you do any more work while I was gone?" Severus asked the witch, who had followed him into the living room.

"I finished the paperwork for Ichabod's spell, but I couldn't concentrate on the next spell. I was too worried about Mathias," she replied.

Severus stared at the petite witch for a moment.

"As I said, Hermione…Mathias is fine. So you can return to your work," he said, thinking she truly was a caring mother. Mathias was lucky to have her.

Severus also thought Hermione had the ability to smother the boy with over protectiveness as well. No doubt she thought about the devilment she, Harry and Ron used to get into at Hogwarts and wanted to try and keep Mathias from following in her footsteps. Now she saw for herself the kind of worry wizarding children could cause their parents. Life had come full circle. He began walking toward the bedroom.

Hermione watched the Potions Master walk down the hall, hesitated, then followed him. She was still out of sorts about her vision of Mathias and didn't feel like returning to her lab at the moment. Severus entered her bedroom and walked into her bathroom, robes billowing with purpose. The witch grinned at the familiar fluctuation of fabric. Severus still moved like a big cat.

Severus set the bag on the vanity and opened her medicinal stores. He began looking through the potions she had there. He scowled as he picked up one bottle.

"Hermione, this expired five years ago," he said, turning to her, "If you had taken this, you could have been poisoned."

Hermione shrugged.

"I would have read the label first," she said a bit lamely. Hermione rarely threw anything that wasn't completely used up away.

Severus snorted and threw the bottle in the wastebasket. He then beginning pulling out bottle after bottle and discarded them, muttering to himself as he did so. The words "dangerous," "poison," "insane" and "packrat" were some of the words the witch could make out. Finally he finished. There were only five bottles left in the cabinet out of about twenty. He turned back toward her.

"For the length of our association, Hermione…I will be the one to take care of your medicinal stores. Obviously that brilliant mind of yours remains one-track. I will not have you poisoning yourself or our son simply because you do not routinely clean out your stores," he said scowling, his nostrils flared.

He began to stock the cabinet with the bottles he had in his bag.

Hermione felt a little warmth in her belly at Severus' just taking over her medicinal stores. He sounded angry that she had put herself and Mathias at risk. Angry and protective. It seemed he didn't want anything to happen to her or Mathias. She watched him…then scowled at the number of purple potions he was placing in her stores.

"Severus, why is there so much purple potion?" she asked him. She already knew why but felt he at least needed to justify himself. It was...tantalizing.

Severus turned his eyes on her. They were rather hot looking.

"Well, I admit there are more purple potions than stomach soothers and laxatives, but due to our 'understanding' Hermione, I believe that you will need these for a while," he responded as his eyes swept over her.

Even in the sooty lab coat and with dabs of smut on her nose and forehead she looked delicious. Severus felt himself throb a bit, thinking about having the witch again tonight.

Hermione flushed at his reply. Severus was a powerful lover. Clearly he believed it would take some time for her body to adjust to the paces he intended to take it through. The witch felt a gush of lubrication roll down, and did her best not to react visibly. But Severus didn't miss the little flash of desire in the witch's eyes. He smirked and continued to stock her stores.

Finally he closed the cabinet, then took out one more bottle and held it up to her.

"What's that?" she asked him, looking at the bottle curiously.

"A contraceptive that I developed. One dose lasts a month, and when it begins to lose its potency, the witch's lower belly begins to flash red to remind her it is time to take another dose," the wizard replied. "It is almost ready to market."

Hermione's eyes widened. A one-dose monthly contraceptive? That would be such a convenience for sexually active witches. If it worked.

"Almost ready for market?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I have yet to test it on a human subject. I have been successfully testing it on nifflers for over a year with excellent results. Not one was impregnated…and I know you are aware of the rather randy nature of nifflers. It was put through the paces, believe me," he responded, looking at her evenly.

"You want me to test it, Severus?" she asked him incredulously. "Can't you find test subjects?"

He shook his head.

"The field of Potions Making is very, very competitive, Hermione. Test subjects are fine for potions that work instantly. Normally the potion itself is gone from the system after it's done its job. But with a potion such as this, it remains in the tester's blood stream and I am sorry to say that other Potions Masters are unscrupulous enough to woo the tester away and extract it. Then they find out the components and place their own names on it. I've had several elixirs stolen from me that way. Short of beating the offender to a pulp or blasting him this side of Kingdom Come, there is no legal recourse when this happens. Actually it is quite accepted in our field."

"Why, that's terrible," Hermione said.

Severus cocked his head at her.

"Surely there is Spell theft?" he asked her.

"Yes, but it isn't accepted," Hermione replied, "When there is a disagreement on who developed the spell, there is a hearing and both parties have to produce research and give a thorough discourse on the theory behind the spell and how it was created. Most of the time if someone has stolen a spell, they don't have all the background. Then they are disbarred. So Spell theft isn't really that common."

Severus collected his bag and he and Hermione walked back into the living room, still discussing the differences between their fields. The conversation became so interesting that Hermione never did return to her labs and spent the entire afternoon and evening talking, debating and eventually arguing with Severus about all types of things. They moved from the living room into the kitchen, Hermione preparing dinner as they continued talking, while Severus enjoyed the wine he had brought for Christmas dinner and the company.

The Potions Master couldn't remember such a pleasant and intellectually stimulating afternoon. Hermione was brilliant and like a tiger when it came to slashing through arguments. Mathias had been right. They were intellectually matched and that made being with the witch even better. Unlike the witches he was used to, Hermione had a sharp mind and interesting conversation. Severus could stay in her presence and not touch her and still have quite a good time.

Watching Hermione pace back and forth, gesturing, her amber eyes alight with challenge was a beautiful sight to see. She made a rather nice dinner of baked chicken, string beans and rice and gravy as she did so. The wizard noted she didn't use magic at all to prepare the meal and it was delicious. She had pumpkin juice and he had wine with the meal. Afterwards she cleared the table, and washed the dishes still challenging the wizard. They moved back into the living room where Hermione noticed with some surprise it was dark outside.

"Where did the day go?" she asked the wizard, who was looking at her with an amused expression on his face at her surprise.

"You burned it up with your rantings," he replied in a rather mirthful voice.

Severus felt totally relaxed and quite satisfied with his afternoon.

"My rantings?" Hermione said, her eyes flashing, "I was making points, and they were all valid points I might add!"

"Your powers of debate and logic are formidable, Hermione. I have to give you that," Severus replied, "You worry a topic like a dragon chewing on a troll bone. You won't stop until you crack it."

"I just like to be understood," Hermione said, sitting across from him on the sofa. "I'm sorry if I was a bit…well…aggressive, Severus…but I rarely get a chance for discourse about anything remotely intellectual on any subject other than Spells at work. And even then I can't let go completely because some people take offense at having their theories shot down. Interoffice politics."

She sighed sadly.

"I find your aggressiveness stimulating," Severus told her. "With me, Hermione, you can always feel free to 'let go.' On any level," he said silkily.

Hermione had inadvertently made herself even more desirable to the wizard. Severus appreciated intelligence deeply, especially since he didn't run across it that often. It was quite heady to know that he could reduce such a brilliant witch to a babbling, orgasming puddle of lust. He very much wanted to cause that transformation in Hermione now. Right now. He felt himself getting an erection.

Hermione flushed at his "on any level" comment. She had enjoyed his company very much this afternoon. Clearly there was something other than sex they could enjoy about each other. Her son had been right. The Potions Master was a better partner than Justice, simply because they could connect mentally as well as physically. Even if the wizard wasn't a great lover, she thought she would still be attracted because of his mind. But he was an amazing lover, so she wouldn't ever have to test that theory. Plus, she felt quite special. She knew Severus never spent time with anyone like this willingly.

"I enjoyed your company, Severus," she said to the wizard, "I had such a good time talking with you."

The wizard looked at her.

"You sound as if you are finished enjoying my company, Hermione. I assure you, you are not," he replied, rising, his eyes glittering. "The intellectual portion of the day is over, witch. The minds have been fed…but the bodies…"

Severus began to slowly unbutton his robes.

"The bodies hunger," he finished, his pale fingers deftly undoing fastener after fastener, his black eyes locked on the witch.

Earlier, Hermione had caught sight of herself in a mirror, scolded Severus for not telling her she looked like a chimney sweep, then scourgified herself and changed clothes. She was still in jeans and t-shirt however, that being her favorite form of dress when about the house.

"Undress Hermione," he breathed at her.

"Here?" she responded, her body instantly reacting to the command in the wizard's voice. Gods, Severus was so sexy.

"Yes, here," he said silkily, peeling off his robes and placing them on the armchair behind him, "but we will make it to the bedroom…eventually."

Hermione had never had sex anywhere but her bedroom, but as she watched Severus peel off his robes, she decided change could be good. Very good.

The witch stood up and pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her very full white cotton bra, her hair falling wildly over her shoulders.

Severus couldn't help letting out a small growl as Hermione's ample curves came into view. He worked on his cuffs quickly, then the buttons of his shirt. Severus didn't simply divesto his clothing or hers because watching the brilliant witch willingly undress for him was very arousing. And that look in her eyes as she did so was all for him.

Severus pulled off his shirt, his pale muscular chest and abdomen now visible to Hermione, whose small hands dropped to the button and zipper of her jeans as her heart started pounding at the sight of the wizard's strong, lean body. She opened them and slid them down. Severus' eyes glittered as her white knickers and thick thighs appeared. He unfastened and slid down his trousers.

His black silk boxers were tented and pointing directly at the witch, who visibly shuddered, then laughed at him because his trousers were around his ankles and he hadn't taken off his boots or socks. He couldn't take them off.

"Blast," Severus hissed, looking at her and then his trapped trousers. He sat down in the armchair on top of his discarded robes and shirt, then tugged off each boot and sock, then removed his trousers. Hermione was only in her underwear now, and had stopped laughing as the wizard stood up, looking at her hungrily.

"You found that funny?" he asked, stalking toward the witch rather menacingly.

"A little," she said, her belly flipping over as Severus approached her.

Hermione couldn't deny it. She had laughed after all. It was funny because the Potions Master was usually so methodical, and to see his lowered trousers trapped over his boots had been hilarious, as well as complimentary. Obviously he was so focused on her that he wasn't thinking properly.

Severus stopped inches from the witch, reached under her arms and around her back, releasing her bra and sliding it down her arms.

"Beautiful," he breathed as he looked at her breasts appreciatively. Hermione blushed because she knew the wizard would not say this if he didn't sincerely mean it.

Severus gripped her waist gently and guided her not to the sofa, but around the side of it, then lifted her, setting her on the back of it. It wasn't very wide.

"Severus, you're supposed to put me on the sofa cushions, not the back of it. I feel like I might fall," she said to him softly.

Severus' response was to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and exploring it as his large hands caressed her body, sliding over her back and hips, then her thighs before cupping her breasts and flicking his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened to little peaks. Hermione's arms wrapped around his neck as she gave herself over to him, flames licking between her thighs, her knickers completely soaked. He pulled back from her mouth, his eyes locked to hers.

"You are going to fall, witch, just not the way you think," he breathed, pushing her down on to her back and attacking her breasts passionately, Hermione hissed as his warm mouth closed over her nipple and he gripped and massaged her other breast. The witch's hands locked in his hair as her body began to undulate with pleasure.

Severus kissed, suckled and licked her breasts hungrily, and Hermione could hear his breathing grow heavier. The Potions Master dragged his lips up her body and began to lick and suck her neck, his loins pressing between her thighs, grinding against the witch sensually, stimulating her core through her knickers, his hardness driving Hermione wild, her head thrown back to give him more access to her flesh.

"Gods," Hermione gasped as the wizard worked against her.

Severus pressed his lips against her ear and whispered, "Don't call on the gods, Hermione. Call on me…I am your deliverance tonight."

He ground into her hard, and the witch moaned with desire. The front of the wizard's boxers were soaked with her juices and the scent of Hermione's arousal filled the air.

Hermione felt the wizard straighten and move from between her thighs…one hand on her belly, holding her in place as the other tugged at her knickers, slipping them off of her. Then she felt the hand on her belly disappear. She looked up at Severus who suddenly dropped.

"I suggest you do your best to restrain yourself witch," he said as his hands went to her inner thighs, spreading them. "If you wriggle too much…most certainly you will fall since my hands are otherwise occupied."

Hermione felt Severus' pull her downward, then his arms encircle her thighs, spreading them. The witch teetered dangerously for a moment, then she did her best to hold on to the back of the couch.

"As is my mouth," he hissed, and Hermione buckled as his tongue slipped between her labia, the tip flicking back and forth across her clit.

Again she almost slid sideways off the thin back of the sofa, crying out as Severus went to work.

Damn, the wizard was kinky.

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A/N: Nice connection between Severus and Hermione before sex. They got a chance to appreciate each other's minds before getting down to the business of appreciating each other's bodies. Ooh…sounds like an excellent start. Severus is a freak. Please review.